Page 10 of Grumpy Alien Boss

CHAPTER 10

DAR

" T he protests are getting worse, Rook. Three hundred people outside your building today."

"Nothing I can't handle." I drum my fingers on my desk, watching the crowd through my tinted windows. The scent of patchouli and unwashed humanity wafts up even to the fortieth floor. "Send in a team. We can shut down their leadership quietly."

"These aren't Grolgath insurgents." Pyke's voice crackles with static interference. "They're civilians exercising their constitutional rights."

"Rights that threaten our operation. That rainforest had to go."

"And explaining why would expose everything."

"So we remove the troublemakers." The crowd below starts another round of chanting. Their words blur together into white noise.

"Veritas doesn't target humans." Steel enters Pyke's tone. "We're protectors, not oppressors."

I bare my teeth, even though he can't see it. "Then what do you suggest?"

"We lie low. Let it blow over."

"While they damage my company's reputation?"

"Your cover identity can weather this storm. Better than risking exposure by acting against them."

"This discussion isn't over," I say into the phone.

"Yes, it is. Stand down, Rook. That's an order."

The line goes dead. I set the phone down harder than necessary.

Pyke's orders burn in my gut. The man plays everything too safe. But orders are orders, even when they chafe against my warrior's instincts.

The door swings open, and my dark mood evaporates. Olivia saunters in, her lips curved in that knowing smile that drives me wild. The tailored black skirt hugs her hips, and those stockings make her legs look endless.

"Someone's in a good mood. Land that Mitchell account?"

"Maybe." She perches on the corner of my desk, crossing those magnificent legs. The hem of her skirt rides up just enough to torment.

I lock eyes with her and slide my hands up her thighs, pushing them apart. The glimpse of lace stockings and garters makes my pulse race.

Her legs snap shut, trapping my fingers between them. That defiant little grin of hers sets my blood on fire.

I force her thighs apart again, this time keeping my palms pressed firmly against them. She's not getting away that easily.

"Feeling bratty today?"

Her grin widens. "Maybe."

"When we first made love three weeks ago, I had no idea we would be doing so at least once a day, every day."

The words come out rougher than intended. My human form's throat tightens at the memory of that first time - her surrender, her passion.

"Someone should have warned you about Earth women. Especially redheaded ones."

Her scent fills my nostrils - jasmine and desire. The beast inside me stirs, wanting to claim her again. I reach for her waist, intent on pulling her into my lap.

But she's too quick. She twists away with a dancer's grace, leaving me grasping air as she leaps off the desk. The loss of contact burns.

"Take off your clothes. Come here." The command rumbles from deep in my chest.

"Make me." Her pink tongue darts out in defiance.

My gaze drifts to the stack of contracts awaiting my signature. Reports that need review. The quarterly projections...

To hell with it. Some things are more important than paperwork.

I push back from my desk, my chair scraping against the floor. The sound makes her jump, but her eyes darken with anticipation.

I lunge, faster than she expects, and grab her wrist before she can dodge again. Her squeal of delight sends a jolt straight to my groin. In one smooth motion, I spin her around and pin her down on the leather sofa, her wrists trapped in my grip above her head. She struggles, but it’s all for show—her breathing’s already quickening, her chest rising and falling in shallow bursts.

“That’s twice today you’ve challenged me,” I growl, leaning in close enough to feel her breath hitch. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Olivia.”

Her grin is all defiance. “Or maybe I’m just enjoying the way you react when I push your buttons.”

I don’t waste time on a retort. My free hand makes quick work of the buttons on her blouse, popping them open one by one. The fabric falls away, revealing the delicate lace of her bra. My fingers trace the curve of her breast, feeling the way her nipple hardens under my touch. She arches into my hand, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

“You’re terrible at playing hard to get,” I murmur, dragging my thumb across the lace.

“Who says I’m playing?” Her voice trembles, but her eyes are full of fire. “I’m just... testing your patience.”

“Testing it, huh?” I lower my mouth to her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just below her ear. She shivers, her squirming becoming less about escape and more about the tension building inside her. “Careful. You might not like the results.”

I take my time stripping her, savoring every inch of her skin as it’s revealed. The blouse falls to the floor, followed by her bra. My tongue traces the curve of her collarbone, earning a breathless moan. Her skirt slips down her hips, leaving her in nothing but her garters, stockings, and heels—a vision that makes my pulse race.

“Dar...” she whispers, her voice trembling with need.

“Not yet,” I say firmly, pulling back just as her body starts to tense. I can see the frustration flash in her eyes, but there’s hunger there too.

Standing up, I gather her discarded clothing and stuff it into the locking briefcase beside my desk. The click of the lock is final, decisive.

“I’ll hang on to these,” I say, my tone leaving no room for argument. Her eyes narrow, but there’s a hint of a smile playing on her lips. She’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

I stroke my chin, watching Olivia out of the corner of my eye as she saunters toward my desk. She thinks she’s subtle, but I can see the glint of determination in her gaze. My lips twitch as her fingers brush the edge of the briefcase. She’s testing me, and I love it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask, my voice low and deliberate.

She freezes for a split second, then recovers with a smirk. “Just retrieving my things. You can’t expect me to walk around the office like this, can you?” She waves a hand at her nearly naked body—her garters, stockings, and heels the only remnants of her outfit.

“I can, and I do.” My tone leaves no room for argument, but Olivia’s never been one to back down.

She reaches for the key, her fingers curling around it with a triumphant grin. That’s when I strike. My hand shoots out, grabbing her wrist with a firm grip. She gasps, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Congratulations on pushing my buttons,” I growl, my voice guttural. “I have ways of seeing that I’m obeyed, Brat.”

Her tongue darts out, a quick, defiant flick as she sticks it out at me. The audacity of this woman. It’s maddening. It’s irresistible.

With a swift movement, I pull her over my lap, her lithe body settling into the spanking position. Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t fight me. She knows this game too well. I pin one arm behind her back, her wrist held firmly in place. My other hand slides to the largest drawer on my desk—my new arsenal of toys.

“I’m in big trouble, aren’t I?” she asks, her voice a mix of anticipation and amusement.

“Yes,” I reply, my tone stern but laced with the promise of what’s to come.

“Good,” she says, and I can hear the smirk in her voice.

I yank the drawer open, the contents laid out like a treasure trove. Ropes, paddles, floggers—each one a tool for discipline, each one a means to draw out her submission. I let my fingers trail over the items, considering my options.

She shifts slightly, her body tense with anticipation. “What are you going to do?” she asks, her voice softer now, edged with curiosity and something deeper.

“You’ll see."

I yank the Vakutan harness from the drawer, the leather cool and supple in my hands. Olivia’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second before she sets her jaw, that stubborn defiance I adore flashing in her gaze.

“Oh, this again?” she says, crossing her arms over her chest. “You think a little leather’s going to tame me?”

“Not little,” I say, stepping closer. “And not just leather.” I unfurl the harness, the cuffs dangling ominously. “Arms behind your back. Now.”

She hesitates, and I see the wheels turning in her head. “Make me.”

I lunge, faster than she anticipates, twisting her arms behind her before she can react. She struggles, her body writhing against mine, but I’ve got her. Her strength is nothing against mine, and I relish the way her breath hitches as I secure the cuffs around her wrists. The collar snaps into place with a satisfying click, the strap running down her spine.

“You’re such a brute,” she huffs, twisting uselessly against the restraints. Her bratty glare is almost enough to make me laugh. Almost.

“And you’re entirely too spirited,” I say, cupping her chin. “But don’t worry. I’ll tame that fire yet.”

She snaps at me, her teeth grazing my finger. I pull back, raising an eyebrow. “Biting? That’s new.”

“What can I say?” she smirks. “I’m full of surprises.”

I grab the specialized bedroom ring gag from the drawer, the soft silicone glinting under the office lights. Her eyes flick to it, and for a moment, I see a flicker of uncertainty. Good.

“Open,” I command.

She hesitates, then parts her lips with a defiant tilt of her head. I slide the gag into place, the ring fitting snugly between her teeth. Her tongue presses against the silicone, her breath quickening. I fasten the strap behind her head, securing it with a firm tug.

“Mmmph!” she protests, her cheeks flushing as she tests the gag. Her moans are muffled, her lips wrapped around the ring. The sound sends a jolt of heat straight to my core.

“Better,” I say, leaning in to kiss her gagged mouth. Her lips are warm, and her muffled moan vibrates against mine. She squirms in my lap, her body pressing against me in ways that make it impossible to ignore my growing hardness.

“Still fighting?” I murmur against her lips. “You’re only making it harder for yourself.”

Her eyes meet mine, that fiery defiance still burning, but there’s something else there now—submission, surrender, and a hunger that matches my own.

The knock at the door is sharp, insistent. My head snaps up, and I glance down at Olivia, her naked body still bound and gagged in my lap. Her eyes widen, the defiance replaced with panic. There’s no time to untie her, no time to get her dressed. I act fast.

“Under the desk,” I whisper, my voice low but firm. She protests with a muffled sound, but I don’t give her a choice. I scoop her up—her skin warm against my hands—and slide her under the desk. She’s small enough to fit, but barely. I push my chair in, trapping her in the confined space. Her breath is hot against my thighs.

“Come in,” I call, smoothing my expression into one of calm authority.

The door opens, and a nervous-looking manager I barely recognize steps inside. He’s clutching a stack of papers, his tie slightly askew. His eyes dart around the room like he’s expecting to find something incriminating.

“Mr. Rook, I—uh—I hope I’m not interrupting?” His voice cracks on the last word.

“Not at all.” lI say,, trying to ignore the warm breath brushing against my crotch. “What do you have for me?”

He shuffles forward, placing the stack of papers on my desk. “It’s the quarterly financials. I thought you’d want to review them before the board meeting tomorrow.”

“Of course.” I glance at the papers, but my focus is elsewhere. Olivia’s tongue—hot, insistent—licks across the base of my cock. I stiffen, my jaw tightening as I fight to keep my composure.

“Everything looks... uh, good so far,” the manager continues, oblivious. “Revenue’s up 15%, and we’ve managed to cut costs in logistics by?—”

I cut him off with a wave of my hand. “Summarize it. I don’t have all day.”

He nods, swallowing hard. “Right. So, the highlights are?—"

Olivia’s mouth closes around me, her lips taking me in deeper. The gag does nothing to slow her down; if anything, it amplifies the sensation. My fingers grip the edge of the desk, my knuckles whitening. I can feel her teasing me, her tongue swirling in a way that makes it impossible to think straight.

“—and we’re projecting a 20% increase in Q3,” the manager finishes, looking hopeful.

“Good,” I say, my voice strained. “Anything else?”

He hesitates. “Well, there’s the issue with the protestors. They’re picketing outside again. Security’s handling it, but I thought you should know.”

“I’ll deal with it.” My words come out sharper than I intended. Olivia’s tongue flicks against the sensitive spot just below the head, and I have to bite back a groan.

The manager looks uneasy. “Uh, is... everything okay, sir?”

“Fine.” I force a smile, but it feels more like a grimace. “You’re dismissed.”

He nods again, backing toward the door. “Of course. Let me know if you need anything.”

“I will.”

The door closes behind him, and I finally exhale, my body trembling with the effort of staying composed. Olivia doesn’t stop. If anything, she’s more determined now, her mouth working me with a rhythm that’s impossible to resist.

“Olivia,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous.

She looks up at me, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. Her muffled laughter vibrates against me, sending a shiver up my spine.

“You’re going to pay for this,” I warn, though the threat lacks any real bite.

She only hums in response, her tongue flicking over me again. My hand tangles in her hair, pulling her closer.

The tension in my body coils tighter, an unstoppable pressure building until it finally bursts. My release surges into her mouth, and I can’t tear my eyes away from hers. Those green depths hold me captive, more than any harness or tie ever could. She sputters slightly, but she doesn’t pull away. She swallows, her gaze locked with mine, and I’ve never felt so vulnerable—so utterly at her mercy. A Vakutan warrior, laid bare by a human woman barely half my size. And yet, I’ve never felt more alive.

“Olivia,” I growl, pulling her up by her arms. Her breath hitches as I settle her onto my lap, her body warm and pliant against mine. She’s still gagged, but her muffled whimper tells me everything I need to know. I guide myself into her, slow and deliberate, savoring the way she clenches around me as I push deeper.

Her hips move with mine, and she rides me with a rhythm that drives me wild. I grip her waist, holding her steady as I thrust up into her, each movement drawing a muffled moan from her lips. Her energy matches mine, our bodies moving in perfect synchronicity, as if we were made for this. For each other.

She leans back, her hands braced against my thighs, her hair wild around her face. Her eyes are pleading now, the defiance gone, replaced by something raw and desperate. She whines around the gag, a sound that shot straight to my core.

“What’s that, Livvy?” I tease, my voice low and rough. “Can’t quite understand you.”

Her eyes narrow, and she makes another muffled sound, her hips grinding down on me with urgency. I chuckle, the rumble in my chest making her shiver.

“You want something?” I ask, feigning innocence. “I need to hear you say it.”

She groans in frustration, her body trembling as she fights to hold back. The sight of her like this—so close, so desperate—undoes me. I reach up and pull the gag from her mouth, tossing it aside.

“Please, Dar,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Let me come.”

The words hit me like a shockwave, and I can’t hold back any longer. “Come, brat,” I command, my voice sharp and full of authority.

Her body convulses, her scream echoing through the room as she clenches around me, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that takes my breath away. I follow her over that edge, my release crashing over me as I fill her, my body shuddering with the intensity of it.

I hold her close as we both come down, my hands running up and down her back, soothing her trembling form. Dimly, a thought flickers in the back of my mind—what if she’s carrying my child? The idea sends a strange mix of fear and possessiveness through me, but for now, I push it aside. There’s only her, here in my arms, her breath warm against my neck as she collapses against me.

“I love you,” I say. My chest tightens the moment they leave my lips, like I’ve just thrown a grenade into the room without checking the safety pin.

Olivia freezes in my arms, her breath catching. I feel her muscles tense, her body going rigid against mine. For a moment, there’s nothing but silence, heavy and suffocating.

“Do you?” she asks, her voice soft but laced with something I can’t quite place. Skepticism? Fear? I wait for her to say more, to fill the void with something—anything—but she doesn’t. No reciprocal declaration, not even a hint of reassurance. Just that question, hanging between us like a storm cloud.

I kiss her. It’s desperate, clumsy, a last-ditch effort to push the awkwardness away. Her lips respond, but there’s a hesitation there, a second too long before she melts into it. When I pull back, she looks at me, her green eyes searching mine for something I’m not sure I can give.