Page 6 of Kidnapped from the Paradise Resort

“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.

“Ohyes, 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 Ijumpedto obey you before you even gave the order,” he growled, glaring down at her. “But our relationship has changed, Kara—I’vechanged.”

“We don’thavea 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 absolutelyhumiliating.

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 fuckingc-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 absolutelycouldn’t!

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