Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“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.”