Brundar felt trapped.

What could he say to her?

Even though he wanted it more than anything, he knew he wasn’t going to stick around. And he wasn’t about to lie to Calypso either.

Which left him with only one choice. Change the subject and make it about the present, not the future.

“Enough stalling, sweetling. Right now we have some business to attend to.” Hands on her waist, he flipped her around, so she was sprawled over his lap, bottom up. He grabbed one of the decorative pillows and put it under her cheek. “Comfortable?”

“I am, but not for long.” She wiggled her cute little ass.

Reaching under her, he popped her jeans button, then pulled her pants and panties down to her mid thighs.

Calypso’s arousal, which had taken a nosedive during their talk, was back and climbing with each passing moment.

“Do you want to hold my hands?” she asked.

“I’m not going to restrain you. Not unless you want me to. But I want you to close your eyes and not open them under any circumstances. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, sir.” She sounded so happy that he was making a concession and trusting her to follow his rules without enforcing them by tying her up and putting a blindfold over her eyes.

Brundar was well aware that he was taking a risk.

His fangs had already elongated just in response to Calypso's scent of excitement and the sight of her perfect globes. In a few moments, they would reach full length, and his eyes would start glowing. If she disobeyed him and opened her eyes, he would have no choice but to thrall her, and that would end their playtime.

He never engaged with a woman who was drunk or high, and a thrall reduced mental capacity just as much if not more. He wanted Calypso to participate while fully cognizant.

His palm resting on her beautiful ass, he reiterated, “I’m trusting you to follow the rules. If you break them, this playtime will end immediately. Do you understand?”

“I do. I promise not to look and to keep my hands right here.” She tucked them under the pillow.

“Good girl.” He caressed her butt cheeks. They were so small that he covered both with one hand.

His first smack was more of a love tap. Calypso felt so good draped over his knees, her trust in him tasting so sweet, that he wanted this to last. Getting into an easy rhythm, Brundar tapped her butt cheeks, caressing and kneading after every two or three taps.

It wasn’t what she’d expected, but she wasn’t complaining. He was stoking the embers of her desire slowly, enjoying the closeness. She seemed to be enjoying it too.

To mix things up a little, he surprised her by delving his finger between her moist folds. Unprepared for the new sensation, she sucked in a breath and arched up, seeking more. He reached with his other hand and pressed the heel against her sensitive nub, then pushed inside her, first with one finger, then with two.

Undulating her hips, Calypso rubbed against his palm, pleasuring herself on it while he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her.

This wasn’t enough to bring her to a climax, but then he was in no hurry.

For a few minutes, Calypso played along, but he knew it wouldn’t last. His girl was patient in many ways, but not in this.

“Please, Brundar, I need more.”

With a swift tug, he got rid of her pants, her T-shirt and bra were gone next. When she was gloriously nude, he lifted her hips and slid from under her.

“Stay here and don’t move. And no peeking either. I want to see your face buried in that pillow when I come back,” he commanded, laying her legs back on the couch.

“Where are you going?”

“To the bedroom, to get a condom.”

“Okay.”

He was back before she’d finished sighing contently.

“You’re fast,” she commented.

You have no idea.

With her face firmly pressed into the pillow, he allowed himself to move at his natural speed, shedding his clothes and sheathing himself in the hateful rubber in seconds. This was something he needed to address, the sooner the better. Bridget could produce a clean bill of health for him, and Calypso could get on the pill.

Keeping up the charade was taking away from both of their pleasure.

“Lift.” He tapped her bottom while grabbing another pillow, then tucked it under her pelvis. “You’re so beautiful. I could just stand here and look at you.”

She giggled, the sound muffled by the pillow. “I hope not for long.”

“Impudent girl.” He smacked her bottom, harder than before.

She moaned.

Fates, that throaty sound went straight to his cock.

Getting into position behind her, he covered her body with his like a blanket, enjoying a moment of skin to skin and prolonging their anticipation. His cock nestled in the crease between her butt cheeks, and he wanted to grab her chin and turn her head around so he could take her mouth before surging inside her, but he didn’t dare.

As it was, he was already playing with fire. He couldn't risk her opening her eyes and seeing him in his full alien mode.

That was the disadvantage of not using a blindfold and leaving Calypso unrestrained. He didn’t feel as free to do as he pleased, and the underlying stress wasn’t conducive to a good experience.

Next time he would go back to business as usual.

Both of them would enjoy it more.