Page 23 of Grumpy Alien Billionaire (Mates of Veritas #2)

CHAPTER 23

TYLER

L anz’s hand is warm and firm around mine as he leads me down the hall toward the playroom. The anticipation coils in my stomach, tight and electric. I’ve been thinking about this all night, all week, really. The playroom is my favorite place in the condo, and tonight feels… different. Special. Like it’s not just another night, but something more.

He stops at the door, his golden eyes locking onto mine. “Ready, pet?”

I nod, my throat too dry to speak. He opens the door, and the soft, warm glow of the room spills out. The velvet-lined walls seem to shimmer in the low light, and the air smells faintly of leather and something sweet, like vanilla. My skin prickles with excitement.

Lanz steps inside, pulling me with him. He turns to face me, his hands sliding up my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps. “You were stunning tonight,” he says. “Every eye in the room was on you, but all I could think about was getting you here. Alone.”

I blush, my cheeks burning. “You’re just saying that.”

He tilts my chin up with one finger, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I don’t say things I don’t mean, Tyler. You’re beautiful. And you’re mine.”

The way he says it—so possessive, so sure—makes my knees weak. He steps closer, his body heat radiating against me, the faintest brush of his scales through his shirt. My breath hitches.

“Let’s get you out of this dress,” he murmurs, his hands moving to the zipper at the back of my gown. He pulls it down slowly, the sound of the fabric parting sublime. The dress pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my heels and a pair of lace panties.

Lanz steps back, his eyes raking over me. “Perfect,” he says, his voice thick with desire. He kneels in front of me, his hands sliding up my legs to the straps of my heels. He undoes them one by one, his touch deliberate, almost reverent. When he’s done, he stands, his hands moving to my hips. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulls them down, leaving me completely bare.

I feel exposed, vulnerable, but in the best way. Lanz’s gaze is intense, and I can see the hunger in his eyes. He steps closer, his hands sliding up my sides, and I shiver.

“You’re trembling,” he says, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Excited?”

I nod, my voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”

He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Good. Because I have one more gift for you.”

He steps back, reaching for a rectangular box wrapped in silver and gold paper. My hands shake as I take it, the weight of it solid in my grasp. I tear the paper away, my breath catching as I open the box.

Inside is the pet gear—the headband with the pink ears, the gloves, the boots, the tail. My heart skips a beat. I look up at Lanz, my eyes wide.

“You… you got me this?”

He smiles, that slow, predatory smile that always makes my stomach flip. “I did. I thought it was time we took things to the next level. What do you think?”

I can’t speak. I just nod, my hands trembling as I reach for the headband. Lanz takes it from me, his fingers brushing against mine, and places it gently on my head. The ears are soft, the fur tickling my skin.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his hands moving to the gloves. He slides them onto my arms, lacing them up with practiced ease. When he’s done, he steps back, his eyes dark with desire.

“Now the boots,” he says firmly, but lovingly.. I sit on the edge of the bed, my legs shaking as he kneels in front of me. He slides the boots onto my feet, the leather cool against my skin. When he’s done, he stands, his hands moving to my hips.

“And finally,” he says, his voice a whisper, “the tail.”

I lick my lips as he picks it up, the pink, upward-curling tail with its anal plug.

“Bend over, pet. Present yourself to me.”

My heart races as I obey, my hands gripping the edge of the bed for support. The cool air brushes against my skin, and I hear the soft click of a bottle opening. The scent of lubricant fills the air, and I bite my lip, anticipation coiling in my stomach.

“Relax,” he murmurs, his hand resting on the small of my back. His touch is firm, grounding, and I take a deep breath, letting my muscles loosen. I feel the slick warmth of his finger as he teases my entrance.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice a soothing rumble. “Just let me take care of you.”

He presses his finger inside slowly, carefully, and I gasp at the sensation. It’s strange, unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. He works his finger in and out, stretching me gently, dancing with vulnerability and trust. I’m completely at his mercy, and I love it.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises, his voice warm with approval. “Just a little more, pet.”

“Okay,” I mumble.

He adds a second finger, and I whimper, the stretch more intense now. But he’s patient, taking his time, and I feel myself relaxing into it. The sensation is strange, but there’s a hint of pleasure there, too, and I squirm.

“Almost there,” he murmurs, his fingers moving with practiced ease. “You’re taking me so well, Tyler.”

I blush at his words, my cheeks burning. I’ve never done anything like this before, but with Lanz, I feel safe. He knows what he’s doing, and I trust him completely.

Finally, he withdraws his fingers, and I hear the soft clink of the anal plug. I glance over my shoulder, watching as he slicks it with lubricant. I’m so excited I can’t stand it.

“Ready?” he asks, his golden eyes locking onto mine.

I nod, my voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”

He presses the plug against my entrance,and I try to relax. He pushes it in slowly, carefully, and I gasp at the sensation. It’s strange, but not painful.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his hand resting on my hip. “You’re doing so well.”

I feel the plug settle inside me, novel and firm. It doesn’t feel strange at all, it feels…nice. So nice..

“Look at yourself,” he commands, his voice low and smooth.

I turn my head, my eyes widening as I catch sight of my reflection in the mirrored wall. I’m wearing the pet gear—the headband with the pink ears, the gloves, the boots, the tail. I look… different. Sexy. Confident. A year ago, I would have been too inhibited to wear something like this, even in the privacy of my own home. But now, I feel a strange sense of pride. I’m open to new experiences, and I trust Lanz to guide me on this journey.

“You’re stunning,” he says, his voice thick with desire. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

I blush, my cheeks burning, but I can’t help but smile. I feel beautiful, desired.

Then he reaches for the remote, and I feel a jolt of electricity as he turns on the vibrating plug. I squeal, my body jerking at the sudden sensation. It’s intense, overwhelming, and I twist about with ecstasy.

“Lanz!” I gasp, my hands gripping the edge of the bed for support.

He chuckles, his hand resting on my hip. “Relax, pet. Just let it happen.”

I obey, groaning as it all washes over me.

“Good girl,” he says, warm with approval. “Just let go.”

I close my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me. The vibrations are intense.

“Lanz,” I whimper, my body trembling with need.

“I’ve got you, pet,” he murmurs, his hand resting on my hip. “Just let go.”

I can’t help but moan softly. I close my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me..

“Lanz,” I whimper, my body trembling with need.

The clamps hit the floor with a soft clink , the chain pooling like liquid silver against the hardwood. My breath catches, and I feel a rush of heat flood my cheeks. Lanz’s voice is low, commanding. I love it.

“Fetch, Pet.”

I drop to all fours, the cool floor pressing against my knees and the padded gloves. My tail—well, the plug—curls upward, teasing me with the weight of it, the slight vibration still humming faintly. I know he’s watching me, his golden eyes tracking every movement, and I want to make him proud. I want to be good for him.

I crawl forward, my hips swaying deliberately, the tail wiggling with each movement. The chain glints in the soft light of the playroom, and I t feel a thrill of excitement. This is new, this is his idea, and I’m eager to please. I reach the clamps, but my gloved hands are useless, the leather paws unable to grip. I hesitate for a moment, then lower my head, my teeth closing gently around the chain. It’s cool against my tongue, and I can taste the faint metallic tang.

I turn back toward him, crawling slowly, the chain dangling from my mouth. My heart is pounding. I’m hyper-aware of every movement, every sound—the soft creak of the floor, the faint hum of the plug, the way my breath comes in shallow gasps.

When I reach him, I sit back on my heels, looking up at him with what I hope is an expression of eager obedience. He takes the chain from my mouth, his fingers brushing against my lips, and I feel a jolt of electricity at the contact.

He pets my head, his hand sliding over the pink ears of the headband, and I lean into his touch. It’s so easy to let go, to let him take control.

But then his hands move lower, his fingers brushing against my nipples, and I gasp. He works them slowly, teasing them until they harden, l the heat building, the pleasure coiling in my stomach. When he finally applies the clamps, the sharp pinch makes me cry out, but it’s mixed with pleasure, a strange, intoxicating combination.

I’m on the edge, my body trembling, the orgasm building, but his voice stops me.

“Not yet, Pet,” he says, his tone firm but gentle. “You don’t have my permission.”

I nod, biting my lip to hold back the moan that threatens to escape. I’m desperate, aching, but I want to be good for him. I want to obey.

The collar clicks shut around my neck, the cool metal pressing against my skin. I can feel the weight of it, the slight tug as Lanz adjusts the leash. My heart races, and I t shiver with anticipation. The ball gag slips into my mouth, the leather straps tightening behind my head. I can’t speak, can’t do anything but obey, and the thought sends a rush of heat through me.

Lanz tugs on the leash, and I follow him out of the playroom, my bare feet padding softly against the hardwood floor. The living room is dimly lit, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the city below.. The cool air brushes against my skin, a, the plug still vibrating faintly inside me.

We step out onto the balcony, the night air cool against my skin. The city stretches out below us, the lights twinkling like stars. I know no one can see us up here, but the thought that someone might sends a thrill through me. I feel like an animal, completely at Lanz’s mercy, and I love it.

“You’ve been a very good pet,” Lanz says. He ties the leash to the balcony railing, the metal clinking softly. “And good pets deserve rewards.”

I turn around as he commands, my hands gripping the railing for support. I can feel his presence behind me, his body heat radiating against my skin. His claws dig into my hips, and I gasp, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through me.

He thrusts into me hard, his scaled cock filling me completely. The plug vibrates in time with his movements, the dual sensations driving me insane. I can’t speak, can’t do anything but moan around the gag, the sound muffled but desperate.

“Cum, little Pet,” he commands, his voice rough with desire.

I scream around the gag, my body convulsing as the most intense orgasm of my life crashes over me. I can feel him filling me with his seed, the heat of it sending me over the edge again. I writhe against the railing, lost in the throes of ecstasy, my body trembling with pleasure.

Lanz slowly sets me free, his hands gentle as he removes the gag and collar. I collapse against him, my body still shaking, and he holds me close, his arms strong and reassuring.

“You’re perfect, Tyler.”

I smile, my heart swelling with affection. I feel safe, loved, and completely his.