The MILFs Club: Special Delivery for my Aunt

Chapter 241: Chapter 241: The Shockwave Technique

"Get ready, because I’m starting now," said Alexander, his voice a low, terrifying whisper in the darkness of her blindfold.

He slid a single, long finger deep inside her dripping warmth, moving it in slow circles to prepare the path. Isabella gasped, her hips instinctively twitching upward. Within seconds, Alexander added a second finger, stretching her tight walls as she began to groan louder and louder, her body vibrating against the desk.

"Well, it looks like this is going to be much easier than I thought," said Alexander, a dark smirk playing on his lips as he felt how slick she was. "You have a lot of tension built up inside."

With a sudden hook of his fingers directly against her G-spot, Alexander unleashed a relentless internal rhythm. The biological valve broke. A massive, scalding jet of her juices sprayed out, soaking his hand and the surface of the desk as her body went into violent spasms. Isabella was drooling and panting heavily, her mind shattered by the intensity of the forced climax.

"Wait, please! I’ll talk, I’ll talk!" screamed Isabella, her voice cracking as she desperately tried to blink through the blindfold. "Just let me rest, please, honey... okay?"

"It’s far too late for that, Isabella," said Alexander, his tone devoid of mercy. "Now, I think I’m going to properly punish you for lying to my face."

Without giving her a second to breathe, he grabbed another thick piece of the shredded dress and stuffed it deep into her mouth. He quickly took a second strip of cloth, wrapping it tightly around her jaw and tying it behind her head to create an improvised gag. Her desperate pleas were reduced to muffled, helpless whimpers.

"This next technique is called the Shockwave," said Alexander, flexing his fingers right above her wide-open thighs. "Let’s see how well your body handles it when I use two fingers inside, and the third one goes straight into your anus."

Isabella’s body went rigid with terror under the restraints, her muffled screams echoing inside the gag as she realized what was coming.

"Now," whispered Alexander, his eyes narrowing as he positioned his hand. "Let’s see how this feels."

Alexander didn’t hesitate. He thrust his fingers deep into her while his third finger breached her tight, unvisited heat from behind.

Isabella’s muffled scream tore through the gag as her entire spine arched off the desk. The dual stimulation was a catastrophic overload to her nervous system. Alexander worked his hand with a relentless, punishing speed, driving her body straight through the terror and forcing it back into the realm of pure ecstasy. Her hips thrashed against the restraints, and within less than a minute, her body exploded into another shattering orgasm.

Her face twisted into a deformed, distorted smile of pure, agonizing pleasure beneath the blindfold.

Tears poured freely from her eyes, soaking the fabric as her walls clamped down frantically on his hand, milking him dry of her own fluids. Alexander slowly withdrew his fingers, reaching up to untie the gag and the blindfold, tossing the wet rags onto the floor.

"Well, let’s see what you have to say now," said Alexander, wiping his wet hand on his jeans as he looked down at her shivering, broken form. "If it’s not sincere enough, I think I still have the main course left for you."

Isabella panted heavily, her glazed eyes slowly tracking downward. She looked straight at the massive, rigid tent pressing against the front of Alexander’s trousers. She swallowed hard, her voice shaking with pure exhaustion and terror.

"I’ll talk, I’ll talk!" cried Isabella, her chest heaving as she let out a desperate sob. "It’s Aria! It’s Aria...! She is hiding from you! She doesn’t want to see you...!"

Alexander froze his body in mid-motion as if he had just been struck by lightning.

"What do you mean she doesn’t want to see me?" asked Alexander, his voice suddenly dropping into a hollow, trembling whisper. "Does she hate me? Does she blame me for not protecting her? Am I... am I a goddamn fool?!"

The shocking psychological blow hit him like a punch. The heavy, throbbing erection between his thighs vanished his passion dying out as panic took over. Alexander stumbled backward, his legs giving out as he fell straight to his knees on the hard floor, staring up at Isabella with wide, terrified eyes.

"Why doesn’t she want to see me?" whispered Alexander, his voice cracking as the cold weight of rejection shattered his composure.

"Can you please untie me?" whispered Isabella, her voice raw and shaking as she looked down at his hollow, broken expression.

Alexander blinked, the fog of panic temporarily parting just enough for him to register her words. He pushed himself off his knees, his hands trembling as he reached up to untie the tight knots around her wrists and ankles. The moment the fabric fell away, Isabella sat up slowly, rubbing her chafed skin, but Alexander couldn’t even look her in the eye. He took two steps back, his chest heaving.

"I... I’m sorry," stammered Alexander, his breath coming in short, erratic gasps as he looked at his own shaking hands. "I’ve been... I’ve been so goddamn paranoid since what happened with Aria and Victoria. They ambushed me. They literally ambushed me in the street, so now... now I don’t trust anything. Nothing. Only my... my sixth sense. And it was telling me that you... that you were... damn it."

Isabella watched him stunned by how fast the terrifying, cold predator had dissolved into a panicked, broken mess right in front of her.

"Forgive me, I didn’t mean to... well, I mean, I did want to do it, but... but not like this," mumbled Alexander, his words tripping over each other in an incoherent mess as his mind refused to process the rejection. "I just... Aria... why? Seriously, I... I need to... I don’t know."

He grabbed his jacket from the floor with a clumsy, panicked yank, abandoning the office and sprinting out the door into the empty hallway, leaving Isabella alone amidst the wreckage of her desk.