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

by Ashley Hunter

  "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.

  But he did complain when she refused to kiss him or let him touch her intimately. Cassidy knew if he did, then she would be lost and give in to having sex with him. She needed some sort of control.

  But in two weeks, her control was starting to crack and Cassidy knew it was only a matter of time before Bradley won and got what he wanted. Then, he would be strutting around like a peacock.

  Deciding that sleeping right now was not going to work, Cassidy thought a warm drink would help. Slipping out of bed, she put on her robe over her yoga pants and t-shirt and tiptoed out the room.

  Bradley's bedroom door, at the other end of the hall, was firmly closed. She could almost hear him snoring through the door. He had been snoring like a baby since they started including sex into the sessions; no more flashbacks and nightmares.

  The problem was Cassidy was the one who couldn't sleep now.

  She tiptoed downstairs and was on her way to the kitchen when she saw a light under the door in Bradley's office. Cassidy slowed. She distinctly remembered Bradley turning the light off when he left. He always did that. So, either the light had switched itself on or someone was in the office.

  She hoped it was Bradley. And, at the same time, hoped that it wasn't. She didn't want to face him right now. Her self-control was weak as it was and she didn't want to tempt fate by going into his office and finding the man of her desires inside.

  Nevertheless Cassidy found herself approaching the door and pushing it open. Ron sat behind Bradley's desk, tapping away at the computer. This wasn't odd; Ron often used Bradley's computer. But at one-thirty in the morning? He didn't even live at the house.

  "Ron?"

  Ron's head snapped round. When he saw her he stood quickly, switching the computer screen off.

  "Cassidy." He looked embarrassed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

  "You didn't. I just couldn't sleep." Cassidy raised her eyebrows at him. "Night owl, are you?"

  "I couldn't sleep, either. I thought I'd come back and get some work finished." Ron walked round the desk and leant his hip against the hip, folding his arms across his chest. His biceps seemed to bulge. "How's Mr Nash? He's looking more relaxed these last couple of weeks."

  Cassidy swallowed, aware that she was blushing.

  "You could say that." She mumbled. "Something must be getting through."

  "I'll say." Ron sneered. He gave her an ugly look. "Isn't sex meant to be a great stress reliever?"

  "What?"

  "Oh, come on, Cass, I'm not deaf. The moans coming out of here when you're in there for one of your 'sessions' are audible throughout the house." Ron shook his head in disgust. "I didn't realize when I hired you that I would be hiring a whore."

  Cassidy gasped. She advanced on him angrily, hands clenched at her sides.

  "How dare you?" She snarled.

  "How dare you?" Ron shot back. His eyes were flashing angrily. "You're meant to be his anger management counsellor, not a sex worker for him to use when he needs you. While the change in Mr Nash is good, how long will it last after you've gone? Is he going to move you in so you can keep pleasuring him? Or is he going to start bringing whores home?"

  The thought of Bradley with any other woman upset Cassidy. She didn't want to think about it. But the implication that she was simply in it to have sex for money hurt even more. While she was uncomfortable around Ron, she thought they were getting along. She jabbed a finger into his chest.

  "I am not a whore." She hissed. "And why are you so against the treatment he suggested? It's helping him, whether it's ethical or not."

  "Because I don't like seeing him use you like that."

  Cassidy stared. Had she heard him right? Ron sighed and raised a hand, brushing his fingers across her cheek. He gave her a sad smile.

  "Mr Nash isn't the only bloke in this house you've snared."

  Cassidy was at a loss.

  "Ron, I..."

  But she was silent when Ron pressed a finger over her lips.

  "Don't worry, I won't ask you for the same thing. I promise. I like women to be pleasured as much as me." He gave her a meaningful look. "Pleasured and monogamous. I just wish I'd got you before my boss did."

  At least it explained Ron's occasionally odd behaviour around her; he liked her. If the circumstances had been different, Cassidy might have considered it. Ron was a handsome man but there was something about him that Cassidy didn't like. She didn't know what it was but it made her shifty.

  Suddenly, she decided that she didn't want anything to eat. She backed away, resisting the urge to run.

  "I'd better get back to sleep." She muttered. "I've got a lot to do tomorrow."

  Then she turned and walked slowly out the office, aware that Ron was watchin
g her go. It wasn't until she closed the door and crossed the hall to the stairs that she began to run.

  The Threat

  Bradley stood on the fringe of the crowd, nursing a glass of champagne. He was unable to take his eyes of Cassidy, who stood beside Lex as they talked to a middle-aged couple, the conversation animated. He hadn't seen her like this for a while. It was as if the spark had gone out of her and Bradley had worried he wouldn't be able to get it back.

  She looked particularly lovely tonight. Lex had managed to talk her into coming to this event, which was for one of Lex's many charities, and she had even dragged Cassidy out shopping for a gown.

  The one they had chosen was sky blue, high in the neckline at the front but dipped low at the back, almost to her waist and leaving her back and arms free. The skirt was long and flowing, falling to the ground in silken waves. With her hair left loose about her shoulders, Cassidy drew the eye of everyone in the room.

  Bradley had tamped down on his jealous streak. Ever since he had seen her in that dress, all he wanted to do was to keep her home, strip her naked, and thrust his cock into her again and again until she screamed his name. But Lex had told them they had to be there for supporting her. So he had bitten his tongue and acted as escort for the two ladies.

  Cassidy had been just as reluctant in coming. When Bradley had gone downstairs that morning, he had found Cassidy already up and Lex had let herself in. Lex had been telling Cassidy about the charity event and asked her to come, to which Cassidy had tried to get out of. But Lex was insistent and suddenly Bradley found himself acting as escort for the two ladies.

  Seeing her in this capacity, acting like a consummate hostess, laughing and joking with the other guests, Bradley knew he was falling hard and fast for this woman. She had brought some calm into his life in the last three weeks. His mate knew just how to calm him.

  They hadn't sat and talked for hours, which he wanted to do, and they hadn't made love, something else he really wanted to do, but he felt her inside him, settling him when he needed it. She was good for him.

  If only Bradley could get Cassidy to understand that herself. He wanted her to understand that he needed her. A lot. But she was still hiding behind her counsellor's ethics, refusing to sleep with him or let him touch her because that was crossing the line even more. Bradley didn't like it but was willing to go at her pace if that meant he could have her at the end.