The MILFs Club: Special Delivery for my Aunt

Chapter 240: Chapter 240: Sensory Interrogation

Alexander let out a low, dangerous chuckle, his hand remaining heavy and firm against her inner thigh.

"Well, I’m not saying you’re a liar, Isabella," said Alexander, his eyes turning dark as he leaned his weight over her bound body. "But ever since I got into this line of work, I’ve had this little voice in the back of my head. It always warns me when something is off, and right now, it is screaming at me that you are hiding something. So, what exactly are you lying to me about?"

Isabella’s fear gave way to a flash of defensive anger, her jaw clenching as she forced herself to look straight into his gaze.

"I am not lying to you, Alexander!" shouted Isabella, her chest heaving as she maintained a stubborn, defiant front. "How can you treat me like this after everything we’ve shared?!"

"I thought you wouldn’t make this easy," said Alexander, a cold smirk cutting across his face. "So I guess I’ll just have to force the truth out of you."

He leaned down ignoring her protests as he buried his face between her wide-open thighs. He took a deep, slow breath, inhaling her sweet, natural aroma directly through her damp silk panties. Isabella gasped, her body trembling against the fabric restraints as his hot breath hit her exposed skin.

Alexander didn’t rush. He leaned forward and began to lick and nip at her clitoris right through the thin layer of silk, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub just enough to send a sharp jolt of electricity straight to her core. Isabella groaned loudly, her fingers clawing at the air above her head as her bound hands strained against the knots.

With a swift motion, Alexander hooked his fingers into the edge of her panties, pulling the silk to the side to expose her dripping, swollen entrance. He buried his face against her again, using the precise, brutal oral techniques he had perfected through TMC training—aimed specifically at overloading a target’s nervous system through sheer, concentrated pleasure.

He swirled his tongue rapidly around her clitoris, applying a relentless, crushing suction that made Isabella lose all control of her senses.

"Ahhh! Alexander, stop! Oh my god!" screamed Isabella, her hips arching wildly off the desk as her walls clamped down in a desperate attempt to find release.

She was right on the precipice of a shattering, mind-numbing climax, her body tightening to explode. But right before she could cross the edge, Alexander pulled back, leaving her stranded and burning with unfulfilled desire. He stood up straight, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as he looked down at her panting, flushed figure.

"Are you ready to confess now?" asked Alexander, his voice calm and steady amidst her desperate whimpers.

"I’m not hiding anything!" cried Isabella, her voice cracking as her lower body shook from the agonizing frustration of being denied her release.

"Well, I knew it wouldn’t be that easy, so I’m prepared," said Alexander, a dark smirk cutting across his face.

He leaned down again relentless. He began to bite and nip at the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, leaving small, red marks that made her gasp. His tongue traced a wet line down to her calves, sucking and licking the skin before he shifted his weight and launched another brutal attack on her exposed clitoris. He used his lips and tongue with a frantic, expert pressure, driving her mind right back to the precipice of a shattering orgasm.

Isabella screamed into the empty office, her head thrashing wildly from side to side on the cluttered desk as her body reached its breaking point.

But just like before, Alexander abruptly pulled away, abandoning her at the very peak.

"Are you going to tell me what I want to know now?" asked Alexander, looking down at her dripping, swollen entrance.

"I don’t know anything, I’m not hiding anything... nothing...!" screamed Isabella, her eyes bloodshot as tears of pure frustration rolled down her temples. "Just stop playing around and fuck me, goddammit! Fuck me...!!"

"Haha! Well, then I guess we’re doing this the hard way," laughed Alexander, his voice cold and devoid of mercy as he held up his right hand, flexing his fingers right in front of her face. "You know, I have a brand-new internal technique using these fingers. I’ve never tested it on someone before. What do you think, Isabella? Should I keep punishing you by making you feel desperate, frustrated, anxious, and longing? Making your cunt drool for my touch just to deny it to you over and over again? Or should I push you past the limit so many times that the sheer pleasure turns into actual physical pain?"

Isabella swallowed hard, staring at his hand in terror as her breath caught in her throat.

"Which one do you think will be more efficient to break you?" asked Alexander, leaning closer until his cold breath hit her lips. "Which one will finally make you tell me what I want to know?"

Isabella trembled from head to toe just thinking about what those fingers were going to do to her. She hadn’t experienced that kind of sensory torture yet, but the mere description sounded agonizing and desperate.

Shit, Aria, shit! thought Isabella, her mind racing in pure panic as she clenched her jaw. Look at everything I have to endure because of your goddamn fault...! Damn it, don’t blame me for telling Alexander everything!

"Wait, wait! Can we negotiate?!" cried Isabella, her eyes wide with terror as she looked up at him. "How about we talk about this quietly over some coffee?"

"Haha! Since you’re acting so tough, let’s see just how many orgasms your body can take," said Alexander, a dark, sadistic chuckle escaping his throat as he ignored her pleas. "Just make sure you don’t pass out, alright? It would be boring if you broke too easily."

Alexander was immersed in his role. He reached down, grabbed another loose piece of the torn dress, and ripped it off with a sharp snap. He leaned over her, wrapping the thick fabric tightly around her face to serve as a blindfold, plunging her world into absolute darkness.

"Enjoy this as much as you can, Isabella," whispered Alexander, his voice a cold, icy echo right against her ear. "I’m going to make this unforgettable for you. Just remember, I hate being lied to. Maybe after we’re done here, you will never try to do it to me ever again."