Alien Romance: The Space Dragon's Owned: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (4 page)

Lex chuckled.

"Of course, you are. You just need to go a bit slower. Things will happen but if you go at your pace, she'll get scared and run."

"But, she's here for my anger, not to sleep with me." Bradley growled, wishing it wasn't the case. "She's got a job to do. Ethics are getting in the way. How do you suggest I get past that?"

Lex smirked, her eyes glinting mischievously.

"You were good at truth or dare when you were a kid. You figure it out."

Changing the Rules

Cassidy wasn't looking forward to this. Her next session with Bradley. It had been two days since she had seen him by the pool. Two days since he had kissed her, made her want to fuck him until they were both exhausted.

That was not how counsellors were supposed to act around their clients.

But Bradley was the client and he called the shots. So when he said he wanted a session with her first thing in the morning after breakfast, Cassidy knew she had to go. He was paying her to help him, after all. She would be a terrible counsellor if she didn't turn up to her own sessions.

So she went, dressed in a conservative light grey trouser suit, her hair fashioned into a tight French plait down her back. She knocked three times on the office door and entered without waiting for a response. Then she closed the door and approached the desk, hands clasped in front of her with her head held high.

"Mr Nash."

She could get through this like a professional. They would have their hour and then she could escape back to her room until the next one. If Cassidy stayed in Bradley's company longer than she had to, those ethics she clung on to would be going right out the window and then everything would be up in the air.

Bradley was sitting at his desk. He looked gorgeous in a red sweater that was nearly the same colour as his hair and black jeans. Cassidy's mouth went dry. Why did the damn man have to look so delectable? He looked up and shook his head.

"I told you, Cassidy, to call me Bradley." He gave her a small smirk. "Or Brad, if you think that's too much of a mouthful."

Cassidy flushed as Bradley's cock came to mind. She knew exactly what he was talking about and saw the confirmation in his eyes. She swallowed and squared her shoulders.

"I don't want to waste anyone's time, Mr Nash." She said stiffly. "Please."

Bradley sighed and stood.

"Very well."

He moved round the desk to the couch and Cassidy saw that he had socks on but no shoes. His jeans fit him nicely, snug especially around his groin. Remembering how big his cock was, Cassidy looked away, trying to think of anything boring.

But she kept sneaking glances back at Bradley as he sat on the couch and leant back, spreading his arms across the back of the couch and his legs spread. That action seemed to make Cassidy's eyes zoom in on his crotch. Was it suddenly bigger than it had been a moment ago?

Cassidy coughed and sat in her usual chair, keeping her back straight and her hands in her lap. She focused on his face, trying not to let her eyes stray downwards.

"How are things today?"

"Not bad." Bradley sighed. "But not good. If truth be told, I'm stuck at a quandary."

"You mean with how to deal with your anger?"

Cassidy wasn't surprised. They had barely spoken about the anger in the last week. She wasn't earning her keep and Bradley was making it very hard on her.

"No." Bradley's eyes were fixed on her face. "With you."

"With me?" Cassidy frowned. "What have I done?"

"You ran away from me when I kissed you."

Cassidy bit back a growl as she felt her cheeks getting hot. Why did he have to bring that up? She didn't want to cover what had happened between them. It was easier to ignore what had transpired by the pool.

She should never have gone looking for him.

"We're not here to talk about that, Mr Nash." Cassidy did her best not to snap.

"Please. Let me explain."

It was something about the way he said it that had Cassidy pausing. She bit her lip and nodded sharply. Bradley sighed and sat forward, propping his elbows on his knees as he clasped his hands.

He looked down at the floor for a moment as if he was unsure how to proceed. Cassidy waited as patiently as she could. He was obviously about to say something big and she needed to be calm enough to hear him out.

Finally, Bradley looked up.

"You asked me the other day what would relieve my stress, make me less angry, and I wasn't able to answer you. I can now. Sex and intimacy is a stress-reliever for me." He paused. "Particularly with you."

Particularly with you. Cassidy's heart hammered in her chest. She squeezed her legs together as the throbbing in her pussy began to pick up pace.

"You didn't have sex with me." Her voice had a slight tremble. "You only kissed me."

"I did but even that soothed me." Bradley rubbed his hands over his face. "All that anger I was carrying seemed to ease off and disappear as I kissed you. It calmed me for that moment. I didn't feel angry or guilty."

Cassidy wanted to address why he would feel guilty but she was more curious at something else. Kissing him calmed him down? Intimacy soothed him? She knew sex was a good stress reliever but she didn't think something like sex would work on him.

But intimacy with her specifically? That seemed almost too surreal. He was actually admitting that he wanted her to keep kissing him to stave his anger.

Her mouth tingled. God, did she want to do that. Cassidy swallowed.

"How long did it last?" She croaked.

"A few hours."

It worked, then. Cassidy tried not to sound breathless but anticipation had built up inside her, eager to hear Bradley's answer to her next question.

"And how do you feel now? Do you feel angry?"

Bradley's eyes never left hers, a slight glow to them.

"Angry and turned on as hell." He growled. He smirked. "Maybe we should turn these counselling sessions into sex sessions."

#

If Cassidy hadn't been sitting down, she would have fallen over. As it was, she had to stop herself from slipping off the chair. She grasped the arms.

"What?"

"I've seen the way you look at me, Cassidy. You want me as much as I want you." Bradley spread his hands. "And while this may not be in the job specification you are helping me."

"But, it's highly unethical!" Cassidy squeaked. Her body betrayed her words, her pussy gathering moisture and clenching enough that she had to bite back a whimper. She shook her head. "I don't do it."

Bradley stood. Cassidy couldn't take her eyes off him. Her eyes drifted down to his jeans and she saw the outline of his cock, hard and long as it pressed against the zipper.

She licked her lips, which resulted in a groan from Bradley. He reached down and pulled her to her feet. Slipping his arms around her, he kissed her firmly, pinning her to his body.

Cassidy couldn't help herself. She clutched handfuls of his sweater as she kissed him back, rubbing herself against his cock. Bradley growled into her mouth and thrust against stomach. Cassidy whimpered.

She shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't be kissing him, silently wishing he would take off her clothes and pound into her hard and fast until she was screaming his name. She should be pushing him away, tell him to go to home and leave.

But her body reacted to the kiss and Cassidy knew she couldn't walk away now. Her job was shot now, as it was. She might as well enjoy what she was getting.

Bradley pulled back, his eyes dark and flaring. His nostrils flared as he took Cassidy's hand and placed it against his chest with both of his.

"Feel that?" He said huskily. "You're calming me. Calming me and arousing me at the same time. It's a tonic I haven't felt in a long time." He gave her a pleading look.

"Please stay. What we're doing now is doing me more favours than the other sessions ever did."

Cassidy wanted to stay. She didn't want to pass an opportunity to run her hands over Bradley's body, doing what she had been fantasizing about for a long time. But, she was still conflicted.

"Are you expecting me to sleep with you?" She croaked.

"Not if you don't want to." Something flickered behind Bradley's eyes but then it was gone. He cupped the back of her head. "There are other ways of pleasuring someone, you know."

Cassidy did know. And she had an idea what to start with. She gave him a slight push towards the couch.

"Sit down."

For a moment, Bradley looked like he was going to protest, a hurt expression in his eyes. That then cleared when he saw the expression on Cassidy's face and he grinned, his eyes glowing again. Cassidy was transfixed by this. How did he do that?

Bradley sat on the couch, leaning back and spreading his arms across the back, a smug look on his face. Cassidy leant over and quickly unfastened his jeans, pulling down the zipper slowly. Then she grabbed at his jeans and boxers and gave them a tug. Bradley lifted his hips and allowed her to pull his jeans and boxers off his legs.

Cassidy tossed his clothes to the side and openly stared at his cock, which stood straight up in a thatch of dark hair. It looked wider and longer than she had thought. Cassidy's pussy clenched. It was hungry and wanted to take that cock in. But Cassidy wasn't here to pleasure herself; this was all about Bradley.

Pushing his legs out wide, she went down onto her knees between them and took hold of his cock. Bradley hissed and his cock twitched in Cassidy's hand. Cassidy pumped his cock a few times, feeling the smooth skin under her palm. She watched as Bradley bit his lips, closed his eyes and leant his head back, letting out a long sigh.

Grinning, Cassidy decided to up the ante. She rose upon her knees and took his cock into her mouth. Bradley jerked and he gasped but Cassidy kept going. His cock was wide and it was hard to get her mouth round him but she managed as much as she could and lowered her head down as far as Bradley's cock would let her. As soon as she felt him bump the back of her throat, she started to pull away, trailing her tongue behind.

"Oh, fuck, Cass." Bradley's hands slid into her hair. "That's it. Suck me."

Cassidy didn't need to be told twice. She started with a slow but steady rhythm, swirling her tongue around his cock, feeling the soft, warm skin. Bradley groaned and his hands tightened in her hair.

But Cassidy refused to let him dictate how fast she went. She went at her own pace, teasing him enough that Bradley was trembling under her hands.

She had never thought she would have this man trembling for her.

Cassidy could feel his orgasm building. Gently playing with his balls, she picked up the speed, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth until he was bypassing her gag reflex and going down her throat.

Bradley's moans got longer and louder, his hips bucking as she bobbed her head. She dug her fingers into his thighs in an attempt to keep him still and keep with his thrashing.

Bradley moaned and cursed quietly. At one point, Cassidy thought she heard him snarl. But then, it was gone and Bradley was shooting his seed into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.

Holding him still, Cassidy swallowed it all, feeling his cock softening as she slowly retreated. She sat back and looked up at Bradley, who had his head back against the cushions as he stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. He lifted his head and looked at her with hooded eyes. The glow was still there and Cassidy couldn't stop staring at them.

She swallowed, trying to find her voice.

"Are you feeling calmer?" She croaked.

Bradley smiled. It wasn't his usual cocky, self-assured smile. It was a satiated smile, the smile of a man who had taken something off his shoulders.

"Much."

#

Cassidy rolled onto her side and checked her clock. It was one-thirty in the morning. Five minutes since she had last checked her alarm. She sighed and flopped onto her back.

Sleep just would not come. She had even had an early night. But it had failed and now she was lying there several hours later, unable to get to sleep and checking the clock every five minutes.

Her head was in complete confusion. Cassidy prided herself in being very professional and doing the best she could to make sure her clients benefitted from what they were receiving. And, in a way, Bradley was benefitting from her sessions. But it was at the cost of her job.

It had been two weeks since Bradley had suggested that they used sex as a way to calm him and release the anger. And it worked. Cassidy found different ways of pleasuring him and Bradley seemed to be getting more and more relaxed from it.

But they hadn't had full sex; Cassidy refused to do that, knowing that if they had sex, she would have crossed the line to the point of no return. She didn't want to do that. She foolishly wanted to hold on to the belief that she was going back to her job in a week's time with nothing on her conscience.

That would be a complete lie. She would know what she had done and it would eat her up. If her bosses found out, they would have a fit.

The only option would be to hand in her resignation. The money from this job would be more than enough to sustain her until she found something else but she couldn't work as a counsellor knowing she had broken the rule about having a relationship with a client

Not that what she had with Bradley was a relationship. She just gave him sexual pleasure, refusing to let him touch her. It was all about him. Bradley wasn't complaining about her mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking him down her throat in a way that had him moaning loudly.