3. Kara
3
KARA
“Oh!” Kara felt breathless after her short flight through the air. Also, who knew J’orn was so strong? She wasn’t exactly a lightweight and yet he’d lifted her like she was a doll!
“Comfortable?” J’orn rumbled. He was wearing a long sleeved shirt and the tight black leather trousers that the Kindred called “flight leathers.” His long legs felt extremely firm and muscular under her ass.
“I…I guess so,” she said, wishing her voice didn’t sound so breathless.
“Good. Then we’d better get strapped in.”
He drew an X-shaped harness that fit over both of them across her chest and snapped it in the middle, right around her midsection. Then he reached between her legs.
“Hey!” Kara nearly jumped out of her skin. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Oof! Careful with the bouncing!” J’orn growled. “This is a five-point harness—I have to hook the last piece in place before we can take off. It’s between our legs,” he added pointedly.
“Oh, um…sorry.” Kara felt foolish. “I thought?—”
“I know what you thought,” he rumbled in her ear. “But you don’t have to worry. You made it more than clear that you don’t want that kind of attention from me.”
“Look, I never…oh!” she ended in a little gasp because he had found the final part of the harness between both their legs and drawn it up between her thighs. Though he was clearly trying to be careful, she could feel his long fingers brushing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as he felt around to get the tab into the buckle and the sensation sent shivers through her entire body.
Even worse, the black strap attached to the tab stretched the fabric of her dress and pulled it up past her thighs. Kara had to wait, feeling utterly mortified, until the big Kindred finally clicked the tab into the silver buckle before she could reach between her thighs and hurriedly try to pull the black fabric down to hide her panties, which were perilously close to being revealed.
“There,” J’orn rumbled in her ear. “Sorry that took so long—it’s hard to get it in when you can’t see it.”
“That’s what she said,” Kara said, without thinking, and then winced. It was an old joke from the days when they’d worked together—one of the first pieces of “Earth humor” J’orn had learned and they used to say it to each other all the time.
He stiffened at first but then a rumble of laughter came from his broad chest. Since Kara was sitting on his lap, it shook her whole body.
“I forgot about that!” he said. “That was our favorite joke before you sent me away.”
“J’orn, please—I didn’t really send you away,” she protested.
“Oh yes , you fucking did,” he growled in her ear, making her shiver again. “You sent me away because of your mate. How is old Kevin, anyway—is he still failing to please you in the bedroom?”
“That’s enough of that!” Kara snapped, turning her head and craning her neck to look up at him. “Watch your tone, J’orn!”
“No, I don’t think I will.” He looked down at her with a thoughtful look on his face. “I’m not your good little assistant anymore, Kara. You can’t order me around.”
“I never ordered you around!” she protested.
“No, you didn’t have to. Because I was so fucking lost in you that I jumped to obey you before you even gave the order,” he growled, glaring down at her. “But our relationship has changed, Kara— I’ve changed.”
“We don’t have a relationship!” she pointed out heatedly.
“Oh yes, we fucking do,” J’orn growled. “For the next four hours, anyway. Unless you’d rather scoot over and sit in our seatmate’s lap?” He nodded at Mr. Oatmeal who was staring at them with interest, clearly taking in the entire argument.
Kara didn’t like the scrutiny. This was a private conversation, damn it!
“Here—how do you raise the divider?” she demanded, leaning to her left to press the buttons on the armrest.
But the button she pressed didn’t raise the divider. Instead, it made the seat start vibrating— violently .
“Oh! Oh m-my g-goodness!” Kara exclaimed, her voice coming out funny because of the way the whole seat was shaking. “T-turn it off!”
“I c-can’t,” J’orn growled. “It’s on a t-t-timer. The cycle has to run its c-course!”
“F-for how long?” Kara demanded. The vibrations were shaking her body and causing her more than ample bottom to rub against the big Kindred’s crotch. Already she could feel something hot and hard poking her in the ass—it was absolutely humiliating.
She tried to squirm away from the hard thing— why not just call it what it is? His cock—J’orn’s cock is poking you, whispered a little voice in her head— but her movements only seemed to make things worse.
At last, she felt two big hands clamp down on her thighs and hold her in place.
“That’s enough wiggling!” J’orn growled in her ear—his voice sounded hoarse and strained. “You’re driving me fucking c-crazy!”
“I…I d-didn’t m-mean to!” Kara exclaimed. Now the hard bulge of his cock was poking right between her thighs—she swore she could feel it rubbing against the crotch of her panties and her outer pussy lips. The sensation was almost more than she could take—especially since the vibrations kept rubbing the two of them together so intimately.
She tried to sit up in his lap at least, so she wasn’t leaning back against his broad chest. But this only caused her pelvis to tilt down so that the hard bulge of his cock was actually parting her outer lips through her panties and pressing against her swollen clit. And the vibrations just kept on coming—it was like the chair had turned her old assistant into a massive vibrator for her personal use.
Oh my God! she thought. If this doesn’t stop soon, I might come!
She tried to close her legs, which had somehow spread out much wider than was ladylike, but the strap of the harness was in the way.
“Oh!” she moaned softly, trying to keep her pleasure in check. “Ohhhh!” She couldn’t come on J’orn’s lap—she absolutely couldn’t!
Have to hold on—just a little longer, she thought, gritting her teeth. Have to hold it back—don’t come, Kara. Don’t…Come!
Luckily, just as she was sure she was about to tilt over the edge of orgasm, the vibrations stopped. A moment later, J’orn eased his death grip on her thighs and hips.
“You okay, baby?” he rumbled and there was an unmistakable undertone of lust in his deep voice.
“I…I think so. That was, uh, an adventure.” Kara tried to laugh the awkward situation away. “And since when do you call me ‘baby?’” she added.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “It just slipped out. I guess only your mate gets to call you that, huh?”
“Kevin never called me ‘baby,’” Kara informed him. “And he’s not my mate anymore.”
“What?” His big body stiffened beneath her—it was as though she’d told him some momentous piece of news. “ What did you say? Did you dissolve your Bond?”
“Well, we were never really ‘Bonded’ in the Kindred way,” Kara reminded him. “But yes, we got a divorce. Not long after you left the PR department, actually,” she added. “It’s been almost a year now. That’s why I’m taking myself on a private vacation—to celebrate being on my own and not having to deal with Kevin anymore.”
“So you’re going to Paradise Prime all alone?” he asked, sounding worried.
“Yes. Why—is that a problem?” Kara turned her head to look up at him again.
“Yes, it is,” he said shortly. “I’m being sent there on a mission to expose a kidnapping ring that’s operating out of some of the bigger resorts.”
“A kidnapping ring? That’s terrible—are they taking children?” Kara asked anxiously.
He shook his head.
“No—women of prime breeding age. There have been five women kidnapped in the past two solar months—it’s extremely serious.”
“Oh my God—that’s awful!” Kara exclaimed. “What happened to the women?”
“Only two have been recovered—I’m afraid the other three died,” he said grimly. “They were sold to brothels in the Red Light District and the three that died…well, I hate to say it but they were basically fucked to death.”
“What? Is that even possible?” Kara demanded.
He nodded.
“When you’re forced to service hundreds of males a day—some of a much larger species than your own—it’s absolutely possible. I’ve been told that two of the women were even forced to service a Trollox.”
“A Trollox—what’s that?” Kara asked, feeling sick.
“The closest thing I can think of is a troll or a giant from one of your fairytale books,” J’orn said grimly. “Your average Trollox is nine to twelve feet—or three to four meters—tall, and most of them have more than one head on their shoulders.”
“So those poor women were fucked to death by a two-headed troll?” Kara asked, feeling her stomach roll over. “That’s horrible!”
“Which is exactly why you ought to catch the next shuttle the minute we land on Paradise Prime and go back to the Mother Ship,” J’orn told her.
“What?” Kara twisted around to frown up at him again. “That’s ridiculous, though. You said they were taking women of, er, ‘prime breeding age’—that’s pretty much behind me now. Nobody’s going to want to kidnap a middle-aged woman who isn’t exactly thin. They’ll be looking for a pretty young thing who looks good in a bikini.”
J’orn shook his head.
“I don’t understand why you always underestimate yourself, Kara. You’re fucking gorgeous. As a Mature Elite, you’ll be in more danger of being kidnapped—not less.”
Kara felt a surge of pleasure go through her at his compliment—she knew she shouldn’t but she couldn’t help it.
“That’s very kind of you, but I really don’t think I’d be a prime target, J’orn,” she said. “Besides, I’ll be staying at an all-female resort—no males allowed. I should be perfectly safe.”
J’orn frowned.
“I still don’t like the idea of you being alone on Paradise Prime with this kidnapping ring on the loose. But I guess if I can’t change your mind, I’ll just have to escort you to your resort to be certain you get there safely.”
“Honestly, you don’t have to do that,” Kara said uncomfortably. “I really don’t think?—”
“It doesn’t matter what you think—I’m going with you,” he growled. “And you’re not leaving the resort the whole time you’re there.”
“What? But I wanted to go to the beach and the mountains!” Kara protested.
“That’s too damn bad,” J’orn growled. “Promise me you’ll stay inside the walls of your females-only resort or I’ll call Commander Sylvan and ask him to send a long-range shuttle to come pick you up as soon as we touch down in the Paradise Prime port.”
“You wouldn’t do that!” Kara exclaimed. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“Oh yes I fucking would,” he growled in her ear. “I’ll tell him you’re in danger and I saw a stranger eyeing you on the shuttle.”
He shot a meaningful look at Mr. Oatmeal, who was still taking in their conversation with rapt attention.
“Would you please put up the seat divider?” Kara hissed at J’orn. She didn’t dare to try to do it again herself—not after the vibrating incident where she’d almost come in his lap.
“Certainly.” He pushed the right button and the frosted seat divider rose smoothly between their seat and Mr. Oatmeal’s, much to Kara’s relief. But the moment it was up, J’orn spoke in her ear again. “Promise me,” he rumbled. “Promise you’ll stay in the resort. I know you’ll keep your word if you give it to me, Kara—so promise. Now .”
Kara wondered where in the world her formerly pliant and agreeable assistant had learned to be so dominating and demanding! But he was right—if she gave her word, she always did her best to keep it. Reluctantly, she nodded.
“All right. I won’t leave the resort.”
“Good girl,” he growled, much to her surprise. To her further surprise, the words sent a shiver down her spine and she felt her nipples getting hard. What was wrong with her?
“Excuse me?” she demanded, frowning up at him, trying to cover her confusion. “Did you just call me a ‘good girl?’”
J’orn gave her a lazy grin.
“Yes, I did. You got a problem with that?”
“Well, I hardly think—” she began but just then an announcement came over the overhead com system.
“Attention, ladies and gentlemen, and also to our customers who have no sex or more than one sex,” the pilot’s voice boomed out. “We would like to welcome you aboard this interstellar shuttle with non-stop service to Paradise Prime and inform you that we are about to enter a wormhole. If you’ve never been through a wormhole before, this particular one can be a bit bumpy. Please keep your harnesses fastened and stay in your seats for your safety, comfort, and convenience.”
The com system clicked off and Kara frowned. How bumpy could it be?
“You ever been through a wormhole before?” J’orn asked her.
“Er, no. I’ve never been anywhere but the Mother Ship,” Kara reminded him. “I don’t— Oh!”
Her words ended in a gasp because the shuttle took a massive jolt—as though it had hit a huge bump. It jerked and Kara was flung forward against the harness and then backwards against J’orn’s chest. The blackness of space outside the window suddenly went neon blue and wavy, as though they had dived into an ocean of light.
“Here—I’ve got you.” J’orn’s massive arms came around her, encircling her waist and holding her tight against him. Kara would have protested but she actually needed the extra security—the wormhole was extremely bumpy!
After what felt like forever—but was probably more like five minutes—the neon blue light that had flooded through the window faded to black and the bumping stopped.
“ Ohhh …” Kara sagged in relief. “That was rough.”
“Yes it was—makes me wonder if that wormhole is in the process of destabilizing,” J’orn growled. “You okay, baby?” he asked her.
It was the second time he’d called her the endearment, but this time Kara didn’t protest. She was grateful he’d been kind enough to hold onto her during the turbulence, which always scared her to death when she was riding in a plane.
“I…I think so,” she murmured. “I’ve just never?—”
“Excuse me, Ma’am, Sir—would you like a beverage or a snack?”
It was the voice of the flight attendant. She was peering over the seat divider, though Kara could only see the third eye in the center of her forehead.
“Er, no thank you,” she said politely. She was afraid she might have to pee if she drank anything and it would be so awkward to ask J’orn to lift her over Mr. Oatmeal and then lift her back into his lap again.
But J’orn said yes.
“Yerba juice would be good if you have it,” he added.
“We do, Sir. Chilled yerba juice coming right up,” she said sweetly. A moment later she passed a chilled cup over the seat divider. J’orn reached for it and Kara found the tray table on the back of the seat in front of them and let it down so he would have a place to put the juice if he wanted to. She also noticed, as she did, that there was no holo-screen for any in-flight entertainment.
“Excuse me,” she said to the attendant.
“Yes—have you changed your mind about having a snack?” The third eye—which was bright blue—blinked at her.
“No, thank you,” Kara said politely. “But I was wondering where the holo-screen is for the in-flight entertainment?”
“Oh, I’m afraid that’s not available in our Ultra Economy section,” the attendant told her. “However, we do offer an Immersive Dream Experience which will help to pass the time instead.”
“A Dream Experience? What’s that?” Kara asked, frowning.
“We give you a tiny puff of Dream Gas mixed with a mild relaxant,” the attendant said. “This enables you to drift into a soothing dream state where you have lovely, vivid dreams and don’t wake up until we reach Paradise Prime. Many of our customers prefer it to the in-flight entertainment,” she added. “A little nap always makes you feel so refreshed and ready to start your vacation.”
“Oh, well…I’ll think about it,” Kara said uncertainly.
“You do that. We’ll be coming back around with the Dream Gas cart as soon as we finish the snack and beverage service.”
The attendant moved on, leaving Kara to wonder if she ought to try the Immersive Dream Experience or not.