Page 11 of Kidnapped from the Paradise Resort

KARA

Kara was walking through a deep blue mist that seeped up from the unseen ground below and drifted around her in mysterious waves. Was it some kind of alien ocean? But no, she didn’t feel any water brushing against her—no wetness. The sky above was pale green and she could hear birds calling somewhere, though she could never quite see them.

Then she managed to make one out. It was a huge crow-like bird—as big as an airplane—and it had brilliant, iridescent feathers that were shiny black with blue, gold, and green woven through them.

“Oh my,” she said aloud. “That thing ishuge.”

“It’s a Dream Crow,” said a deep, male voice behind her.

“A what?” Kara turned her head and was surprised to see J’orn standing there. No, not standing—he was sitting. And she was sitting in his lap. How strange! She hadn’t seen him in almost a year but now she was on his lap.

“A Dream Crow,” he repeated. “It comes to warn people in their dreams that they’re soon going to be in danger.”

“Caw! Caw!”The huge crow called hoarsely, as though it was agreeing with his words.

“How do you know about Dream Crows?” she asked curiously. Now that she thought about it, itdidn’tseem at all strange that she was sitting on his lap—or that he was shirtless, as she suddenly noticed.

She had only seen his bare chest once before—it was on a PR department outing. They had taken a shuttle down to Earth to visit the beach and have a barbeque as a team-building exercise. Kara remembered having a very difficult time not staring at her assistant’s broad chest and eight-pack abs. He had just a little chest hair, right between the flat, copper disks of his nipples and it led in a trail down to his navel and then further, down into his swim shorts…

“You know, you look really good with your shirt off,” she remarked, looking him up and down. Somehow this was possible to do without straining her neck in the dream. “I meanreallygood.”

Wait,amI dreaming?she asked herself.I must be—I never would have told J’orn out loud that I liked his body otherwise.

“You look good too, baby,” he growled softly. “And you feel good in my arms. Why don’t you lean back against me and let me just hold you?”

Kara thought about it but she couldn’t come up with a reason to say no to his request. With a little sigh of contentment, she leaned back against his broad chest, loving the feel of his warm, bare skin against her shoulder blades.

“Mmm, are you comfortable, baby?” he growled softly in her ear. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hold you like this…how long I’ve wanted to touch you.”

“Touch me? Touch me how?” Kara asked, shifting her hips. She could feel something hot and hard growing under her bottom and she liked it—liked it alot.

“Do you want me to show you?” J’orn murmured, his breath hot against the side of her neck. “Do you want to know how I’ve dreamed of touching you?”

Again Kara felt like there should be a reason to say no…but she couldn’t think of what it might be. Besides, hadn’t she always secretly dreamed of letting J’orn touch her? Of having those big, strong capable hands caressing her?

“Yes,” she whispered, arching her back to thrust her breasts out. “Yes, I want you to touch me, J’orn.”

She became suddenly aware that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Like most of the human women on board the Mother Ship, she wore float dots—tiny anti-gravity devices that fit under her breasts which lifted them and made them perky.

The float dots technically rendered a bra unnecessary, but Kara still wore one anyway because she had large, prominent, sensitive nipples. The minute even the tiniest breeze blew past her, they got hard and stuck out in a really embarrassing way. So even though she had the float dots, she still wore a bra to hide her peaks.

But now the bra was gone and she was wearing nothing but a white silk shirt. When she looked down at herself, she saw that the tight points of her nipples were sticking out, rubbing against the thin, almost translucent white silk in an extremely provocative way.

“Look at you, baby,” J’orn growled. Reaching around her, he cupped both her breasts in his big hands and began to thumb her tight nipples gently. “Look at how gorgeous your breasts are—look at those tight nipples. Does it feel good when I touch you like this?”

“Ohhh!”Kara moaned, arching her back even more to thrust her breasts into his hands. “God, yes—that feels wonderful, J’orn! Do it more…touch me some more!”

“Likethis, you mean?” He pinched her sensitive peaks through the white silk, twisting gently and sending showers of pleasure-sparks all through her body.

“Yes! Oh, J’orn!” she moaned.

“Gods, yes—say my name,” he growled in her ear again. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you call my name in pleasure, Kara!”

“J’orn!” she moaned again, writhing against him. “Please, I needmore.”

“What else do you need, baby? What do you want me to do?” he murmured. “Do you want me to pet your soft little pussy?”

Suddenly one of his hands was between her legs, parting her thighs. Kara opened for him willingly. Looking down, she found that she had no skirt on—just a pair of thin, white silk panties that were almost see-through, just like the white silk shirt she had on.

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