A rush of horror filled her. How could she have forgotten she was wearing it? How could she forget even for a minute that The EYE could see everything she did, even here on the other side of the Great Barrier?
No—oh, no! Everything I’ve been looking at was in the Star’s field of view! Does this mean the Commandant saw me looking at filth? He’ll know that I violated The Oath! He’ll punish me—I’ll be in so much trouble!
She slapped one hand over the Mercy Star pin and turned off the link-box with the other. Then she sat there trembling, all vestiges of the warm desire that had been flooding her only moments ago turned to ashes.
But it wasn’t my fault! How did I know that “porn” meant naked pictures of people doing indecent things? How long was I looking at it? Maybe I can argue that it was a mistake and I turned it off right away.
But that was no good, she realized. She had been scrolling through the naked pictures for a good ten or fifteen minutes at least. That was longer than a quick mistaken glance at illicit material.
Biting her lip, Mia admitted to herself there was nothing she could do about it now. She would just have to go on with her mission and collect as much information about Trey and his people as she could to give to the Commandant. Hopefully if she did a good enough job, he would overlook her indiscretion.
And you have to seduce Trey—you have to finish the job, whispered a little voice in her head. Do exactly as the Commandant told you and maybe he won’t punish you or Neemah when you finally go back home.
It was the only hope she had.
Trey thought she looked a little stressed when he finally came home at the end of the day. A lot stressed, actually. Mia’s face was drawn, and her lush mouth was a thin line.
“Hey, are you all right, little one?” he asked after he had kissed her gently on the cheek.
“Oh, fine! I was just…just missing you all day.” She gave him a smile, but he thought it looked strained.
“Was the stuff on the Interweb all right?” he asked.
“The Interweb?” Mia went positively pale and her eyes widened as though he had accused her of some unspeakable crime instead of asking how her work had gone that day.
“I mean, were the questions what you were expecting?” Trey asked, frowning. Why was she so upset?
“Oh! Oh, yes…” She began to look a little calmer. “Yes, of course—it was all fine. And not much of it was new—I think I should be able to pass the test without any problems.” She bit her lip. “Unless the Kindred technology is also on the test?”
“No, of course not.” He smiled, glad to see she seemed to be feeling better. “I told you, it’s new to everyone at the Care Center too. But it’s not hard to pick up—my people are pretty good at making our tech intuitive.”
“So, can I take the test tomorrow?” she asked eagerly. “I don’t want to be stuck here while you’re far away in the Care Center all day.”
“Well, I don’t know about tomorrow but I’m sure we can get it scheduled for some time this week at least. I’ll send a message to Lydiah and see if she can set it up.”
Trey put down the packages he’d been carrying—some new clothing for Mia that he hoped would fit—and went to the desk in the living area. The link-box had been turned off but it was still open so he simply tapped the button to turn it back on.
What popped up when the vidscreen blinked to life made him sit back and take a surprised breath.
“Oh! Oh, no!”
He heard Mia’s agonized moan behind him and turned to see that her face was rosy with a blush.
“I didn’t mean to,” she babbled quickly, her eyes wide with anxiety. “I swear I didn’t! I just didn’t know what you meant by ‘porn’ so I typed it in and all this came up!”
Trey saw that she was near tears of embarrassment and shame. Quickly he put an arm around her waist and drew her close to him as he sat at the desk.
“Hey, it’s okay. Honestly, Mia—I’m not upset,” he said, hoping to calm her down. “I shouldn’t have joked about you looking up porn before I left. I’m sorry if all this shocked you—I should have realized you had never seen anything like it before.”
“It’s breaking The Oath, looking at stuff like this,” she whispered, waving at the screen. “But somehow when I started looking…” she nibbled her lower lip and looked down at her hands. “I just couldn’t stop.”
“Porn can be mesmerizing that way,” Trey said dryly.
“Could you please turn it off?” she pleaded. “I’m just…I shouldn’t be looking at it. Like I said, it’s breaking The Oath.”
“You know you don’t have to worry about that anymore,” Trey said gently, though he did close that particular window so she wouldn’t have to see the graphic images anymore. “You know The EYE can’t reach you here.”
Mia gave a visible start and her face grew even paler.
“Right,” she whispered. “Of…of course not.”
But Trey could smell the scent of her fear in the air—bitter under the sweetness of her natural feminine aroma. He wondered again, what was she so afraid of? Did she really not feel safe, even on this side of the Great Barrier? Why did The EYE still frighten her so? Was it possible she still felt threatened by the sinister police organization somehow?
Unbidden, Teela’s warning rose in his head.
“…you’re an alien to our planet—an alien with advanced technology. I could definitely see The EYE sending someone to spy on you and get information on Kindred tech.”
No—no that can’t be right. Mia isn’t some kind of a spy. We’ve been Dream Sharing—the Goddess sent her to me. It isn’t possible.
Firmly, he put the idea out of his mind.
“Come on,” he told Mia. “Let’s forget about all this and let me show you the clothes I picked out for you. I hope you like them.”
She brightened visibly. “Oh, thank you, Trey—that was so kind of you.”
“Well, we can’t have you running around in my uniform shirts all the time…although I certainly wouldn’t mind,” he murmured. He loved the way the satiny material of his shirt clung to her full breasts and how the hem ended a little above mid-thigh so he could see her shapely legs.
“Trey…” Mia blushed but there was a smile on her face and the bitter tang of her fear was fading from the air.
“Go on and try them on in the sleeping chamber,” he suggested. “Then you can come out and give me a fashion show—let me see if I judged your sizes right.”
“All right.” Picking up the parcels he had brought in with him, she took them off towards the back of the ship.
Trey watched her go, a smile on his lips at her obvious excitement. He had a feeling that the clothing she’d been allowed to wear in the People’s Republic was much more about functionality than fashion so these new clothes would hopefully be a treat for her.
But though his feelings for her grew stronger with every passing moment, he couldn’t quite get rid of the seed of doubt that Teela had planted. Though he didn’t even realize it, it had taken root in his soul and sent out a tiny tendril of uncertainty that was almost impossible to uproot…
Chapter Fourteen
Unfortunately it turned out that the healer’s aide test couldn’t be scheduled for at least a week and a half because a special proctor was required to come out and administer it. And while he was at it, he could administer other, more advanced tests too, in case she felt up to taking them, Lydiah told her. Would Mia like to try for higher ratings so a wider variety of positions would be open to her?
Mia decided she would. She had always been a quick study and very good at taking tests. And if she passed some of the more advanced certifications, she might even be able to work in the OR again—maybe even assist Trey as he operated. She had been wanting to get back to assisting during surgery ever since the Commandant had pulled strings and gotten her assigned to recovery instead.
So they fell into a kind of routine. They woke in the morning and had breakfast or “F
irst Meal,” as Trey called it, together. Then she kissed him and sent him off to his day at the Care Center while she settled down to study some more. When he came home, they had dinner or “Last Meal” and settled down to watch a vid together. Afterwards they went to bed and the big Kindred held her until she went to sleep.
Mia had confessed to feeling cold and alone on the second night she had spent in the vast bed by herself and Trey had asked if she wanted him to warm her up. Thinking this was a way to finally get him to let her meet his needs, Mia had agreed eagerly. But though he held her and pleasured her often before she drifted off to sleep, he still hadn’t filled her with his shaft and made love to her.
Sometimes Trey took her out to dinner at one of the city’s many restaurants but though she liked having more familiar food once in a while, Mia found she still preferred to stay in with him and have one of the meals from the Kindred food cubes. Trey laughed and called her a “homebody” meaning that she liked staying in, but Mia didn’t mind—she liked her new life and new routine—even if it wasn’t exactly real.
But as time went on, it began to seem real. Even though she knew that eventually she would have to go back across the Great Barrier and face the Commandant again, Mia found herself forgetting it for long stretches of time.
She even stopped wearing the Mercy Star pin on her collar because it seemed unnecessary. After all, she had already sent back images of all the Kindred tech in the shuttle—what was the point of sending back more of the same?
Besides, she felt freer when she didn’t wear it—so much happier and less anxious. It was like the Mercy Star was an anchor weighing her down—whenever she “accidentally forgot” to wear it, Mia found about a hundred weight units lighter.
There were only two things that marred her nearly perfect happiness about her new life with Trey. One was the constant worry in the back of her mind about what was happening to Neemah and the other was the fact that, try as she might, she still hadn’t managed to fully seduce the big Kindred.
It wasn’t for lack of trying, though. Mia had secretly been looking at more porn on the link-box when she wasn’t studying or wearing the Mercy Star and it had given her several ideas about how to go about getting Trey to let her meet his needs. But though the big Kindred was more than willing to touch and pleasure her and let her pleasure him in turn, he still hadn’t penetrated her with his shaft.
Sitting at the link-box and waiting for him to come home, Mia paused in the middle of her studies and blushed as she remembered what had happened just the other night when she had been certain she had a plan to finally make him take her…
* * *
Trey had caught her looking at the naughty images on the screen again and though she had been embarrassed, Mia had no longer been terrified.
“Mmm, little one. I see you’re studying more than healer’s aide techniques,” he had rumbled, coming up behind her.
“Oh, um, yes. It’s just…interesting because we’re not allowed to look at things like that back home,” Mia said lamely. “Welcome home,” she added, jumping up quickly to give him a hug and a kiss hello—which meant she had to go up on her tiptoes while Trey leaned down to gather her close to him.
“It’s all right,” he murmured in her ear. “I like it that you’re curious.”
He sat on the seat she had vacated and settled her on his knee which was easy to do since he was so big and she was so little. “Tell me, which images did you find ‘interesting’?”
“Um…” Reluctantly she had pointed to a picture of a man going down on a woman. “That one. And that one,” she added, pointing to an image of a large, male hand cupping a woman’s pussy. “That one, uh, made me think a little about last night,” she admitted. “When you were…you know, touching me.”
“Would you like me to touch you again? Would you like me to pleasure you?” Trey had murmured, looking her in the eyes.
He hardly needed to ask the question. Mia knew he could tell by the way she squirmed on his lap that she was more than ready to be pleasured. He also claimed he could “scent” her desire and since looking at the porn had gotten her considerably hot and bothered, his sensitive Kindred nose was probably picking that up too.
And that was when she’d had the idea—a way to finally seduce him completely—or so she thought.
“Well…” she bit her lip and looked down at her hands. “I thought maybe…I mean, I keep seeing all these different ways for men and women to touch each other.” She had motioned to the screen. “So tonight, could we practice a few of them? Maybe you could show me how they’re done?”
“I’d be happy to show you, little one,” Trey growled hungrily. Picking her up easily, he had walked over to the couch and settled onto it with Mia straddling his lap. “Now let me see—what should I show you first?”
“Maybe…maybe you could…could show me that one,” Mia murmured, pointing to the screen which was still displaying the pornographic images she had been looking at. The one she was pointing at showed a man in the act of taking one of his woman’s nipples into his mouth. He was looking up at her, meeting her eyes as he pleasured her which to Mia, was the sexiest thing about the whole picture.
“Mmm, I’d love to suck your ripe nipples, little one,” Trey growled.
She was wearing one of his teal uniform shirts again, as she often did around the house. As nice as the clothes that he had gotten her were, she loved the feel of the heavy, silky material against her bare skin, so she often wore one of the shirts with a pair of panties and nothing else. Trey seemed to love the way she looked in them too and they gave quick, easy access to her body, so it was mutually beneficial for her to wear them.
With teasing slowness, he had unbuttoned her shirt, baring her breasts for him. Mia felt her nipples go instantly tight and achy as the cool breeze hit them.
“Oh, Trey…” she whispered, feeling deliciously exposed as his pale green eyes roamed over her body.
“Gods, little one—love your breasts,” he murmured hoarsely. “So ripe…so full. And I love how dark your nipples are—it makes me want to suck them all night.”
“Show…show me how you want to suck them,” Mia had demanded breathlessly.
“Like this…” Trey leaned forward but he didn’t suck her nipple into his mouth all at once. Instead, he put out his tongue and delicately traced the wide band of her areola.
Mia gasped and pressed forward, trying to get her nipple into his mouth, begging mutely for him to suck it.
But Trey pulled back and lapped her instead, dragging his warm, wet tongue over her sensitive bud. It felt amazing but it wasn’t the deep, sucking heat she was yearning for.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned as he lapped her other nipple as well but still refused to suck. “Don’t tease me Trey,” she begged. “I…I’ve been waiting for you all day.”
“You mean you haven’t met your own needs—haven’t touched your sweet little pussy—even once?” he asked, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust as he looked at her.
Mia shook her head. “I…I was saving myself for you—for when you got home.” Which was true. As much as she enjoyed her newfound freedom to touch herself and the sensation of meeting her own needs, she found it was even more pleasurable to have the big Kindred do it for her.
“Mmmmm.” This time the sound he made was a hungry growl of desire and Mia saw his eyes flash from green to gold, as they did sometimes when he was having strong emotions. “So, if I touched you like that…” He nodded at the picture on the screen of the large male hand cupping a pussy. “If I touched you like that, I’d find you all wet and ready for me?”
“I…I don’t know.” Bravely, Mia had spread her thighs. “Why don’t you try and find out?”
She could barely believe the words coming out of her mouth—even a week ago she would never have been so bold. But being with Trey made her feel brave…empowered. He was always so gentle and careful with her, always allowing her to call the shots and tell him when she was ready to try
something new. It made her trust him, trust that even though he was so much bigger and probably a hundred times stronger than her, he would never hurt her and would treat her only with gentleness.
“Maybe I will…” Reaching between her legs, Trey had cupped her pussy through the thin, lacy white panties she wore. The material over her crotch was already so wet it was see-through, Mia saw with a mixture of shame and desire. It clung to her plump pussy lips and showed them plainly.
“Trey…” His name came out in a little moan of desire as her hips thrust forward, seemingly of their own accord as she tried to get more contact with his big hand.
“Gods, look how wet you are, Mia,” he growled, looking down between them. “I can see your soft little pussy opening up under these little barely-there panties. So fucking hot…”
“If…if you like the way I look in the panties, why don’t you look at me without them?” Mia had asked in a breathless, challenging voice. “I don’t…don’t really think you can tell how wet I really am with them in the way.”
Trey’s eyes flashed again. “Mmm, like this you mean?”
With no warning, he twisted his long fingers in the fabric of the panties and ripped the delicate lace away, leaving her pussy as bare as her breasts.
“Oh!” Mia gasped, surprised by the sudden, small violence.
“Well, look at that—I think you’re even wetter than I thought.” Dropping the shredded panties, he reached between them and used his index and ring fingers to spread her swollen pussy lips. “Hmm…even your little clit looks all wet,” he murmured and then his long middle finger was slipping into her inner folds and sliding around and around the tender little bud, making Mia cry out and writhe on his lap.
“Trey…oh God, Trey!” she gasped, pressing shamelessly against his fingers. “Oh, that feels so good. I’ve been wanting to feel you touch me all day!”
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