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The bedroom is dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Orion’s hands are firm as he secures the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, the leather cool against my skin. My arms are stretched wide, tethered to the metal hooks on either side of the wall, and my legs are spread, anchored to the floor. I’m exposed, vulnerable, and it sends a thrilling shiver down my spine.

He steps back, his eyes roaming over me with a look that makes my breath hitch. “Perfect,” he murmurs, his voice low and possessive. I tilt my head, giving him a coy smile, my hips swaying ever so slightly to entice him. I hear the soft, slick sound of him stroking his cock, and I swallow hard, my body already on fire.

Orion circles me slowly, his boots clicking softly against the floor. His gaze feels like a physical touch, and I arch my back, my breasts pushing forward in silent invitation. “You’re trying to take charge here,” he says, his tone teasing but laced with dominance. His hand slides along my side, the warmth of his palm leaving a trail of heat.

“Oh no, Sir,” I say, my voice dripping with playful defiance. “I would never.”

He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through me. “We’ll see about that.” He picks up the leather corset, the laces dangling like a promise. I tense as he wraps it around my waist, the material cool against my skin. He pulls the cords tight, each tug stealing my breath, each knot making my head spin. My ribs feel compressed, my chest rising and falling with labored breaths. The sass drains from me with every pull, replaced by a sweet, submissive haze.

He steps in front of me, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. My nipples harden instantly under his touch. “You’re mine,” he growls, his voice vibrating through me as he squeezes. I let out a soft moan, my body leaning into his hands, craving more.

The hood comes next. He places it over my head, and the world goes dark. The sound of my own breathing is muffled, my heartbeat loud in my ears. He adjusts the gag, and I whimper around it, the sensation of being so utterly under his control sending waves of pleasure through me.

His hands return to my breasts, kneading and teasing. I moan into the gag, the sound catching in my throat as he pinches my nipples, tugging just hard enough to make me squirm. His mouth replaces his fingers, his lips hot against my skin. I gasp when his teeth graze my nipple, the sharpness making me cry out. He chuckles, the vibrations of it sending another shiver through me.

He steps back, and I can feel the heat, the weight of his gaze even though I can’t see him. “Are you ready for my cock?” His voice is close, right next to my ear, and I nod frantically, the sound muffled by the gag. “Then beg for it.”

I try to form the words, but they come out as choked, gagged pleas. “Pl… pls, Sir… g’ girl… wan’ it…” It’s barely coherent, but he understands me.

“Very well,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’ve been such a good girl tonight. You deserve my cock.”

The moment Orion slides inside me, I’m gone. My body arches against the restraints, every nerve on fire as his vakutan cock fills me completely. The ridges along his shaft ripple against my walls, sending jolts of electricity through me with every movement. I scream into the gag, the sound muffled but raw, the vibrations of it reverberating through my chest. His thrusts are relentless, each one driving me closer to the edge, each one making my breath hitch and my vision blur.

The corset is too tight, the hood too suffocating, and I can barely draw in enough air to keep from passing out. But that’s the point, isn’t it? The lightheadedness only amplifies the pleasure, making me dizzy, making me feel like I’m floating. My world narrows to the sensation of him inside me, pressing against mine, the sound of his low growls in my ear. I’m lost, completely and utterly lost in him.

When the first orgasm hits, it’s like being struck by lightning. My body convulses, shaking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crash over me. I cry out, the sound choked and desperate, and I feel Orion’s hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he drives into me with even more force. The second orgasm follows almost immediately, and then the third, each one more intense than the last. I’m sobbing now, tears streaming down my face, my body wrung out but still begging for more.

Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, Orion’s hand slides over the hood, covering the air holes. My breath catches in my throat, panic flooding me as I realize what he’s doing. “You’re not allowed to breathe until I cum,” he growls, his voice dark and commanding. I nod frantically, my body trembling as I force myself to hold still, to take it.

I fuck myself on his cock, my hips moving desperately as I chase the edge of oblivion. The lack of air makes everything sharper, more intense, and I can feel myself teetering on the brink of passing out. But then he groans, his hands tightening on my hips as he finally comes, filling me with his warmth. He releases the hood, and I gasp, sucking in air like I’ve been drowning. My head spins, my body collapsing bonelessly as he pulls out of me.

Orion removes the hood and the gag, his hands gentle now as he strokes my face. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice soft and warm. I can’t speak, my body still trembling with aftershocks, but I lean into his touch, my eyes fluttering closed. He kisses me then, his lips claiming mine with a fierce possessiveness that makes my heart race all over again.

When he releases me from the restraints, I collapse into his arms, my body limp and spent. He gathers me close, cradling me in his lap as we settle onto the bed. His arms wrap around me, his warmth seeping into my skin as I curl up against his chest. I can hear the steady beat of his heart, feel the rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, his voice low and full of promise. “Always mine.” I nod, too exhausted to argue, too content to do anything but melt into him. His hand strokes my hair, his touch soothing and gentle after the intensity of what we just shared. I close my eyes, letting myself drift in the safety of his embrace.

His arms tighten around me, the heat of his body seeping into mine as I trace patterns along the edge of his scales. They’re smooth under my fingertips, ridged just enough to remind me of the alien strength coiled beneath. I tilt my head back, catching the faint glow of his purple eyes in the dim light.

“Will we go to your homeworld someday?” I ask, my voice soft, almost tentative. The idea of seeing where he comes from, of stepping into a world so alien yet so much a part of him, feels like a dream I’m afraid to voice too loudly.

He hums, a low, thoughtful sound that rumbles through his chest and into me. “Anything’s possible,” he says, his tone easy, but there’s a weight to it, a promise. His hand strokes my hair, fingers threading through the strands. “We’ve got the star’s own time to decide.”

I smile, though it’s small, a little fragile. “The star’s own time,” I repeat, testing the phrase on my tongue. It feels poetic, bigger than us, and I like the way it sounds. “What does that even mean?”

“It means,” he says, leaning down to brush his lips against my forehead, “that I’ll love you forever. Until the stars lose their shine. And even beyond that.”

I press closer, my cheek against his chest. His heartbeat is steady, a rhythm I’ve come to know as well as my own. “That’s… a really long time,” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Not long enough,” he replies, his mouth quirking into that half-smirk I’ve come to adore. “Not for what I feel for you.”

I laugh, the sound light and airy, even as my chest feels like it might burst. “You’re such a sap,” I tease, poking him lightly in the side. He catches my hand effortlessly, bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to my knuckles.

“Only for you,” he says, rough, and I swear I can feel it in my bones.

I sigh, melting into him completely. “I can’t believe I wrote the perfect man in my diary,” I say, my voice muffled against his chest. “And then he came true.”

His chuckle is warm, his fingers tilting my chin up so he can meet my eyes. “You wrote about me before you even knew I existed?”

“Well, not you specifically,” I say, my cheeks heating. “Just… what I wanted. Tall. Protective. Challenging but supportive. Someone who’d love me the way I needed to be loved.” I pause, my smile turning shy. “And then there you were. Like you’d stepped right out of my imagination.”

His expression softens, something tender and fierce all at once. “You’re my perfect match too, Cora,” he says, his voice wrapping around me like a blanket. “Every part of you.”

I bury my face in his chest again, my heart so full it feels like it might overflow. “Keep saying things like that,” I mumble, “and I’ll never let you go.”

“Good,” he says, his arms tightening around me. “Because I’m not planning on going anywhere.”