Page 9 of Grumpy Alien Boss

CHAPTER 9

OLIVIA

D ar's gaze holds me in place, his red eyes smoldering with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. The command is not stern or mean, but it's not a request either. "Take your hair down, Olivia." His voice is a low rumble, a sound that seems to resonate within me, igniting a heat that pools in my belly.

I hesitate for a moment, not out of fear, but out of a desire to draw out this moment, to savor the anticipation. Dar expects to be obeyed, that much is clear. But I'm not one to simply roll over and submit. I want to tease, to tantalize, to make him work for it.

"And if I don't?" I challenge, my voice barely above a whisper. I see the surprise flicker in his eyes, the slightest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He likes the chase, the challenge.

My fingers tremble as I reach up to pull the pins from my French twist. Each metallic clink against Dar's mahogany desk sends shivers down my spine. His red eyes track every movement, burning hotter than the summer sun.

"You're beautiful," he says.

The last pin drops. My hair tumbles past my shoulders in waves. The scent of my shampoo fills the air between us.

"I've wanted you since that first 'fuck yeah' in the interview room."

His voice wraps around me like silk. But there's steel underneath - the voice of a commander, a warrior. An alien warrior. The thought should terrify me. Instead, it makes my knees weak.

"Come here," he says.

I walk across the floor unsteadily in my heels - the same heels that broke that fateful morning. I fixed them properly since then, but the memory remains. Just like I'll never forget discovering his true form.

I stop at the edge of his desk. "I want you too. But..."

"But?"

"This changes everything."

"Only if we let it." His large hand cups my cheek. The heat of his skin burns through my professional facade. "Tonight, just be with me. No past. No future. Just now."

My heart pounds against my ribs. I've never been good at living in the moment - always planning, always thinking ahead. But when his thumb traces my bottom lip, my carefully constructed walls crumble.

"Just now," I whisper.

His eyes flash with triumph. The predatory gleam should frighten me. Instead, it sets my blood on fire.

Dar leans in close, his breath hot against my lips. My mouth parts in anticipation, ready to taste him. But he pulls back with a wicked smile, denying me the kiss I crave. The tease sends electricity crackling through my body.

"You so rarely wear your hair down, Olivia," he rumbles, his voice deep and rich like aged whiskey.

My scalp tingles where his fingers thread through my loose waves. No man has ever paid such careful attention to me before, drinking in every detail like I'm a masterpiece in a museum. I can't help preening under his intense gaze.

"Should I wear it down all the time, then?"

"Yes." His command is sublime. "Put your hands behind your head."

A laugh bubbles up from my chest - this feels so deliciously naughty, like we're playing at something forbidden. But the sharp crack of his palm against my bottom cuts my laughter short. His huge hand leaves a stinging heat that radiates through me, igniting something primal.

I lift my arms slowly, linking my fingers behind my head. My pulse races as I realize we're crossing into new territory. This isn't just flirting anymore - this is surrender, dominance, submission. And God help me, I want more.

"Turn. Slowly." His command sets my nerves tingling.

I pivot on my heels, keeping my fingers laced behind my head. The weight of his gaze caresses every curve as I make a full circle. A deep, rumbling sound of approval vibrates through the air - almost like a purr, but deeper, more primal. My silk blouse and pencil skirt might be office-appropriate, but the way they hug my body makes me feel deliciously exposed under his scrutiny.

My heart thunders against my ribs. I've never felt so... desired. So wanted. The heat of his stare makes my skin flush.

"Do you like what you see?" I say breathy and bold.

"What do you think?" His voice drops an octave lower.

My eyes drift downward, following the lines of his powerful body until... oh. My cheeks burn as I take in the obvious evidence of his arousal straining against his tailored slacks. The sight makes my mouth go dry.

But Dar's not done teasing yet. I can see it in the wicked gleam of his red eyes, the way his lips curl into that devastating smile that makes my knees weak.

"Take off your clothes, Olivia."

His words send lightning down my spine. This isn't a request - it's a command, delivered in that voice that brooks no argument. The voice that makes me want to obey, even as it makes me want to challenge him just to see what he'll do.

I arch an eyebrow and slowly unbutton my blouse. "Not man enough? Or should I say... not alien enough?"

"Or perhaps I fear if I release control for even a moment I will shred those garments right off of you." The growl in his voice makes my toes curl. "And you look so fetching in them."

My fingers pause on the third button. Note to self: hit the discount stores this weekend. The thought of those powerful hands ripping through silk and lace sends molten heat straight to my core. But for now, this $200 Ann Taylor ensemble needs to survive the encounter.

I take my sweet time with each button, letting the silk whisper against my skin. His hands grip the arms of his chair tight enough to make the leather creak. Good. Let him squirm.

The blouse slides off my shoulders, floating to the floor in a whisper of fabric. I reach for the zipper of my skirt, drawing it down tooth by agonizing tooth. The rasp of metal fills the silence between us.

"Patience is a virtue," I tease, letting the skirt pool at my feet.

A muscle ticks in his jaw. "I'm not feeling particularly virtuous right now."

I step out of the skirt, now standing before him in nothing but a matching set of cream lace and my heels. His gaze rakes over me like a physical touch, leaving fire in its wake.

"Should I keep going?" I reach for my bra strap with deliberate slowness.

"Keep going," Dar commands, his voice thick with desire. "Show me everything."

My fingers tremble as I reach behind my back to unhook my bra. The lace falls away, and cool air kisses my exposed skin. I shimmy out of my panties, letting them join the pile of clothes at my feet.

Standing naked before him, vulnerability crashes over me like a wave. My arms move of their own accord, crossing over my breasts and between my legs.

"Don't." His voice softens. "You have no need to hide such beauty."

A nervous laugh escapes my lips. "Tell that to my arms. They're not listening to me right now."

"Would you like some help with that?"

Before I can ask what he means, Dar rises from his chair. Each step toward me feels like thunder in my chest. He towers over me, his presence filling every corner of the room.

His fingers work at his tie, the silk sliding free with a whisper. The buttons of his shirt follow, one by one, until he shrugs it off his shoulders.

My breath catches. His chest is a masterpiece of black and red scales, catching the light like polished obsidian. They flow across his muscles in perfect patterns, natural and exotic at once.

I can't resist reaching out with one hand, keeping the other pressed against my chest. My fingertips brush across his scales, and electricity shoots through my arm. They're smooth and warm, with just enough texture to make my skin tingle.

"They're beautiful," I whisper, tracing the pattern where black meets red.

I shiver as Dar's fingers tangle in my hair, his grip firm but not painful. My heart races as he spins me around, and I catch a glimpse of his silk tie sliding from his neck. Before I can process what's happening, he's pulled my arms behind my back.

"Oh!" The silk whispers against my skin as he binds my wrists. The knot is tight enough to hold but not hurt - clearly he's done this before. The thought sends another wave of heat through my body.

When he turns me back to face him, I'm completely exposed. No way to cover myself, no way to hide. My nipples harden under his intense gaze, and I squirm, torn between embarrassment and arousal.

"Better," he purrs, circling me slowly. His scaled chest brushes against my bare back, and I gasp at the sensation. The texture of his scales sends tingles across my skin. "Now I can see all of you."

My cheeks burn as his eyes rake over my body. I've never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. But there's something intoxicating about it too - the way he looks at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"You're blushing," he observes, his finger tracing my collarbone. "All the way down to here." His touch trails lower, between my breasts, and I arch toward him involuntarily.

"Can you blame me?" My voice comes out breathy. "I'm not exactly used to being tied up naked in front of alien warriors."

His laugh rumbles through me like thunder. "First time for everything."

The silk tie shifts against my wrists as I test the bonds. There's no give at all. "You seem... experienced at this sort of thing."

"Centuries of practice." His hand cups my breast, thumb brushing across my nipple. "But you're the first human I've wanted to tie up."

My knees go weak at his touch. "Lucky me."

His hand closes around my throat, not threatening but possessive, and his mouth claims mine in a searing kiss. I melt into him, my bound hands seeking behind my back until I find the hard length of him through his slacks. Even through the fabric, I can feel how huge he is. The thought makes me whimper into his mouth.

His tongue sweeps past my lips, tasting me, claiming me. The scales of his chest press against my bare breasts, the exotic texture sending sparks of pleasure through my sensitized skin. I arch into him, wanting more, needing more.

"Patience," he growls against my lips.

The world spins as he hoists me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. My hair tumbles down, brushing against the intricate patterns of his scaled back. Blood rushes to my head, making me dizzy - or maybe that's just the effect he has on me.

"Before I take you, I must taste you."

His words send liquid heat pooling between my thighs. I squirm against his shoulder, but his arm holds me firmly in place as he strides toward the lounge area. The leather sofa comes into view, and my heart pounds with anticipation.

Dar’s fingers slide into me with an ease that makes me gasp, my body arching against his shoulder. The silk tie binding my wrists digs into my skin, but the slight sting only heightens the pleasure coursing through me. His fingers are thick, filling me perfectly, and I can’t help but squirm as he curls them just right, hitting that spot that makes my vision blur.

“Dar—” I choke out, my voice trembling. I’m so close already, teetering on the edge, but he doesn’t let me fall. Instead, he pulls his fingers out, leaving me empty and aching. I whine in protest, but he doesn’t give me a chance to complain. In one smooth motion, he lowers me onto the leather sofa, my back sinking into the cool material. My legs are shoved apart before I can even think to resist, not that I would. The way he looks at me, his red eyes blazing with hunger, makes me feel like I’m the only thing that matters in the universe.

“You’re so wet for me,” he growls, his voice low and rough. His hands grip my thighs, holding me open as he kneels between my legs. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I feel the heat of his breath against my skin, and I shiver in anticipation. Then his tongue—long, prehensile, and alien —slides through my folds, and I nearly scream.

“Oh my God!” My hips jerk off the sofa, but his hands keep me pinned. His tongue is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, sinfully skilled and impossibly hot. It flicks against my clit, teasing and tormenting, before plunging deep inside me. I’m helpless, my hands still bound behind my back, completely at his mercy. And I love it.

“Dar, please—” I beg, my voice breaking. He doesn’t respond with words, but the way his tongue moves tells me everything I need to know. He’s in control, and he’s not going to stop until I’m a writhing, screaming mess. The sensations are overwhelming, every stroke of his tongue sending electric shocks through my body. I’ve never felt anything like this before, never been so completely consumed by pleasure.

“You taste incredible,” he murmurs against me, his voice vibrating through my core. His tongue flicks over my clit again, and I cry out, my back arching off the sofa. He doesn’t let up, his movements relentless, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel it building, a pressure so intense it’s almost painful, and then?—

“I’m coming!” I scream, my body convulsing as the orgasm crashes over me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, waves of pleasure so intense they steal my breath. My vision whites out, and for a moment, I’m floating, weightless and boneless. When I finally come back to myself, Dar is still between my legs, his tongue lapping at me gently, drawing out every last shuddering aftershock.

“Dar,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. He looks up at me, his red eyes gleaming with satisfaction, and I can’t help but smile. “That was... incredible.”

“You’re incredible,” he replies, his voice soft but filled with heat. "But I don't recall your asking my permission to come."

I gasp at his bold words, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. "You mean I have to ask your permission first?" My voice comes out breathless, incredulous. "When you're doing... that to me?"

Dar’s crimson eyes gleam with a predatory light. "Yes, Olivia. You’re not in charge." His tone is firm, unyielding, but there’s a flicker of amusement in his gaze, like he’s enjoying the way I squirm—both physically and mentally.

That phrase hits me like a lightning bolt. You’re not in charge. It’s the same thing he’d said to me the first time we met, when I’d tried to argue my way out of a mistake I’d made at work. Back then, it had annoyed me, sparked my stubborn streak. Now? It sends a jolt straight through me, winding me tighter than a coiled spring. My hips buck involuntarily, and another orgasm crashes over me, leaving me gasping for air.

Dar chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through my chest. "Ah, my sweet, human pet," he murmurs, his claws—sharp and dangerous—trailing lightly down my thigh. "It seems you require a great deal of training and discipline."

I look up at him, my green eyes wide, my cheeks flushed. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my ears. Training? Discipline? The words should make me bristle, but instead, they send a thrill racing through me. I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge, and this? This is the most exhilarating one yet.

"When can I start?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. There’s a boldness in my tone, a challenge of my own. I’m not just submitting—I’m daring him to take me further, to push me harder.

Dar’s lips curve into a feral smile, his sharp teeth gleaming. "Right now," he growls, his hand sliding up to grip my wrist. His touch is firm, commanding. "But first, you’ll learn to ask properly."

My breath hitches. "Properly?"

His free hand traces a line up my inner thigh, igniting a path of fire. "Beg, Olivia."

My pulse skyrockets. My mind races, torn between my natural stubbornness and the electric pull of his dominance. I bite my lip, hesitating, but the way he’s looking at me—like he can see straight into my soul—breaks me.

"Please," I whisper, my voice trembling. "Dar, please."

He leans in, his face inches from mine, his breath hot against my skin. "Good girl."