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I Dated a Hot Assassin (Blind Date Corporation Book 2)

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by Viola Grace


  “Congratulations, kitten. You have now participated in a birthday orgy.”

  “What?” she blinked, dazed, and then looked around and saw couples and trios around the room in various acts. “Oh.”

  He chuckled. “That activity is in part spurred on by you.”

  “And encouraged by you. If you weren’t here, that wouldn’t have happened.”

  He chuckled. “I am sure you would have managed.”

  “No. I wasn’t really in the mood for the party.”

  “Did you like the presents?”

  She smiled. “I remember seeing those blast cuff designs in someone’s sketchbook.”

  “Did you thank Zera?”

  “I did. Not as much as she wanted, but I did thank her.”

  “What did you think she wanted?”

  Khytten glanced over to the writhing quad, and she laughed. “Something similar to what Ryma is doing.”

  He smiled. “Oh. I see. So what would you like to be doing now?”

  Khytten looked around and saw a few things she wouldn’t mind trying, but she shrugged. “I am happy here.”

  “Hmm. Now, look at the first couple for a three count.” He paused. “Now the second.”

  He walked her through the five couples she had an interest in, and he chuckled. “I see.”

  She swallowed. “What do you see?”

  “Every time you looked at a couple where one of the partners was tied, you tightened on me. You had better never be interrogated by a pervert, or they will learn all your secrets.”

  His bright grin made her laugh.

  “I will make an effort not to fall into the clutches of a truth-seeking pervert.”

  He pulled her in tight. “Too late.”

  Salat pulled her hands behind her and held them. Her nipples tightened, and she clasped him with a soft pulse.

  “Huh. Such a small thing. Such a strong response. I still owe you eighteen swats for trying to get out of this party and for being rude to Torenne.”

  Her eyes went wide. “Not here.”

  “Why not? Aside from Zera and Torun’s team, do you know anyone here that well?”

  “Um, no. I do think that the big gold guy is Gorith, the auditor, but I don’t think that he will see me again.”

  “So, why not enjoy yourself?”

  She blushed. “It is embarrassing.”

  “You have been holding yourself back for years, controlling everything around you as best you can. Lose a little of that control and see where it takes you, kitten. Either that or you get another five swats for delaying the punishment.”

  She looked at him seriously. “Do you enjoy it?”

  “Yes. I love the way you squirm, how wet you get, and the way you writhe against me. The little sounds you make get me hard every time.” He cocked his head. “Why?”

  “Um, I would never want you to do something out of obligation. Some folks have problems with some of the things I like.”

  He pressed his forehead to hers. “I like the opportunity to play. I don’t get it often in my daily activities. Going forward, I would like to schedule it at least twice a week.”

  “Scheduled fun?” She chuckled.

  “Of course, spontaneous fun is still encouraged, but I want to make sure that everything that you accumulate is dealt with in an appropriately controlled manner.” He patted her backside.

  “So, scheduled spankings?” She rubbed her face against his.

  “Yes. You have a surprising amount of naughtiness for someone who looks and tastes so sweet.” His hands clenched on her butt, and then, he smoothed and patted her. “So, what do you want to do?”

  “Um, I won’t be the one doing much, so I will leave it up to you.” She kissed him. “It is a relief to leave it up to you.”

  His eyes gleamed. “You are the most tempting thing to a demon like me. An innocent with curiosity.”

  She blushed, and he stroked her hair away from her cheek. “See? I am in you to the hilt, and you still blush.”

  She shivered. “I can’t control that.”

  “I don’t want you to.” He cupped her jaw. “I want you just the way you are.”

  She sighed and kissed him. “Now, that’s hot.”

  He participated in the kiss, and when it was over, he slid out of her and put her over his knee, sliding the skirt up and out of the way. The first smack had her covering her face as the attendees of her party turned to look.

  Her body was hot, and she was panting by the seventh smack. A group of interested persons had gathered to watch, and Salat murmured to her, “There is a tradition of the birthday girl getting one spank per year. How old are you?”

  She muttered, “Twenty-five.”

  “Ah, so seventeen to go.” He brought his hand down. “That will make me tired; I need some help.”

  Her eyes went wide when others started volunteering, and a slow count began, some sliding fingers into her before they gave her a swat and some doing it afterward. It was around the fourteenth spank that she came. Her butt was on fire, her face was on fire, and the rest of her throbbed.

  She sniffled, and Salat caressed the base of her spine. “Eleven more to go, kitten.”

  Her eyes widened as another hand came down on her. A wide, warm palm that struck with precision.

  She glanced over, and it was Gorith, the auditor. His expression was focused, and he asked Salat, “May I take one more?”

  Salat nodded. “Only one.”

  Gorith hit hard and precisely. Khytten clutched at Salat’s thigh as waves of pleasure ran through her again. She hissed through gritted teeth. “Cheater.”

  Gorith grinned. “It has to be used for fun sometimes. Happy birthday, Khytten.”

  The rest of the nine strikes landed, and she was humming with arousal when they finished.

  Salat pulled her onto his lap and cuddled her, her sore butt humming from her birthday celebration.

  She curled up against him and tried to ignore the hot hum running through her.

  “So, how was your party, Khytten?” He caressed her hip.

  She looked up at him. “I didn’t get any cake.”

  He grinned. “Turn around.”

  Thirteen stood there with a cake that said, Happy Birthday Kitten! And a group of other escorts was behind her.

  They sang a birthday song, and Salat turned her to let her blow out the candles. When Thirteen returned, she offered the cake and some napkins.

  Khytten asked quietly, “No fork?”

  Sixteen smiled, her mask catching the light. “Your patron said he would feed you.”

  She turned with her slice of cake and gave Salat big doe eyes. “You did?”

  “I did.”

  He generated one of his claws and sliced pieces off the cake and held it to her lips. She used her tongue and carefully gathered the dessert one piece at a time.

  She covered her mouth after the third piece. “It is really good. You should try some.”

  He chuckled. “If you choose to offer me any, I will gratefully accept.”

  She picked up the next piece between her lips and pulled him down to her. Their kiss was sweet and the cake added to it. Khytten was shocked. She had just had a really nice birthday, and she had Salat and Zera to thank. It was nice to have folks looking out for her for a change. It was weird with the way the care had taken shape but still nice.

  Chapter Ten

  Salat’s car was full of presents, and she dozed off twice on the way home. He carried her out of the car to bed, stripped her, bathed her, and tucked her into bed.

  She heard voices and snuggled into the sheets, breathing deep.

  Khytten ended up in between Torenne and Salat a few minutes later, two warm bodies that held her carefully, as if she was the most precious thing in the world. At that moment, she thought she might just be.

  “He’s gone for how long?” Khytten was sitting across the table from Torenne and pro
dding at her breakfast.

  “Three days. He was supposed to stay out there, but he came back for your birthday party.” Torenne smiled. “He doesn’t regret it, but it has to be done. He was happy to be with you last night.”

  The healer looked at her. “Now eat your oatmeal. It’s good for you.”

  “Yeah, I have heard that. I go to bed every night hoping that the studies can be disproved.” She took a mouthful and choked it down then repeated the process. It was not easy.

  “Wow, I have not seen a face like that... ever, and I did a stint in pediatrics.”

  “Wait, so you were an actual doctor?”

  “Yeah. That is something folks don’t realize about professional healers. We need to know where we are repairing the organs and what they are supposed to look like, or things go very bad very quickly.”

  “So, you could make someone extra boobs or a second penis...” Khytten frowned. “But you would have to construct the circulatory, glandular, and waste systems for each item.”

  Torenne grinned. “Correct.”

  “Have you ever tried to... uh...”

  “Yeah, the breasts kept growing back. The vag felt weird. I tried to bind them down, but then my bone structure changed, and I was stuck with the realization that I am supposed to look like this. Supposed to be this. So, I stopped trying to change myself and just let it happen.”

  Khytten pointed at her own chest. “These suckers have spent more time under a compression bandage than I could guess.”

  “How is your recharge period coming?”

  “I have gotten it down to four hours before it becomes painful, six before I can’t think anymore. Eight before I am just sitting there crying.”

  “Have you tried to get to ten?”

  “Yeah, but people are going to die. Once the pain threshold hits, it is hard for me to do anything.”

  “Well, he wanted to give it to you himself, but he didn’t want to wake you, so this is what we are doing today.”

  Torenne held up a small, polished coin.

  “What is that?”

  “Tap it to your com.”

  The slight tap showed a display. “Ohmygod. A live range? In Aksalla?”

  Torenne laughed. “Yeah. I have sent my clients to another local healer for a few days. We are taking a vacation and getting you familiar with the places you need to know and registered where you need to be.”

  “I can be ready in six minutes. Are we taking your vehicle?”

  Torenne sighed. “I wish. We are taking yours.”

  “My cycle?”

  “No, the present that I got you. Come on.”

  Curious, Khytten washed out her bowl and spoon and followed the healer outside, where a rather large surprise was waiting.

  “Now, Salat assured me that you are checked out for this. Z-Tech has added some of the same concealment tech that is in those masks the escorts wear. Folks will see it but won’t know what it is. You have access authorization codes for Aksalla and its embassies.”

  Khytten walked up to the three-seat flier with the stand-up controls for the pilot. The engines could do a vertical take-off in seconds, and the speed was amazing. “Oh, baby.”

  She ran her hands over the hull, and when she touched the bio-scanner, it opened. She squealed and stepped inside, easing into the pilot’s station. “Hello, Beauty.”

  The controls came on, and the control halo descended. She pulled it into place, and she smiled as the displays came up. She breathed deep. “Oh, yeah. This is going to be fun.”

  There was a click in her head to tell her that Salat was listening. She chuckled. “Next to you naked, this is the best thing to wake up to.”

  There was another click, and she grinned.

  She sighed and turned the systems off, returning the aircraft to standby, retracting the halo back into the ceiling.

  Khytten walked out of the aircraft and looked a Torenne. She smiled politely and then said, “Thank you.”

  She then squealed loudly and tackled the healer, knocking her to the grass and covering her face with tiny kisses. At first, Torenne was startled, but then, she smiled and laughed. “I think the kitten is now a puppy.”

  Khytten levered herself up on her arms. “I could stop.”

  Torenne grabbed her and pulled her down. “Don’t you dare.”

  They rolled around a bit until Torenne ended up on top and slid into Khytten with a push. They moved together easily, and Torenne held back until Khytten had cried out then had her turn.

  They lay in the grass, and soon, the giggles started. Khytten heard two clicks. “Then don’t listen in.”

  Torenne sighed. “I am sorry that he got an eyeful, but you look adorable and edible in bright daylight.” She pressed her head to Khytten’s. “And you taste like a summer dessert.”

  “Ohmygod. Do you and Salat compare notes?”

  “All. The. Time.” Torenne kissed her nose and withdrew from her. “Come on. If you want to go play in a live range, we need to get going, and you need another shower. I will wash your back. You have grass all over it.”

  They got up and took a shower before grabbing overnight bags and getting into Beauty. Khytten was wearing a flowing outfit that was one of Torenne’s designs, a black leather stomacher that was one of Salat’s, and the cuffs she had gotten the previous night. She was wearing four-inch heels and feeling very smug. It was one of those days that she knew she looked good.

  “Are you sure you can fly this?” Torenne was a little nervous, and it showed in her voice.

  Khytten set the halo on her head and grabbed the controls. She powered up, and they took off without another word. Smooth as silk.

  “Holy... so you do know how to fly. I thought Salat was just bragging again.”

  “Where am I putting us down?”

  “Oh, we can park at my family home. I will just call to tell them we are coming.”

  “Let me know when we have clearance there. I am contacting Aksallan airspace. We are on our way.” Khytten sighed. It felt so good to be back in action. She had missed the feeling of being able to do something. Flying was something she could do. Shooting was something she could do. Today, she could do them both; it was a good day.

  The Halko compound was more than a family home. It was a palace. They had a landing pad ready and waiting. There was an older couple standing by.

  “Torenne, is your family loaded?”

  Torenne chuckled. “They are one of the founding families of Aksalla. My father is one of our greatest heroes. He was on a team with Salat’s parents. They were the third generation of agents of Aksalla. I was supposed to be the fourth, but things happened.”

  “Siblings?”

  “Yes, but I was the only active in the group.” She chuckled.

  “There are people waiting for you.”

  Torenne leaned forward as they landed. “Oh. Those are my parents. Halko and Jennela. This will be fun. They haven’t met many of my friends before.”

  The man was huge and hulking; the woman was petite with eyes that had intelligence and focus. As she turned off the aircraft and put her Beauty to sleep, Khytten delayed leaving. She looked back, “Go ahead, I will be right behind you.”

  Torenne snorted. “You get three minutes, and then, I send my mother in after you. She’s a hunter, and you are in a confined space. You are coming out whether you like it or not.” Torenne stroked her cheek from behind and then left the aircraft with her overnight bag over one shoulder.

  Khytten bit her lip and put the cockpit to rights before she slowly got up and grabbed her bag on the way out. She stiffened her spine and carefully stepped out of the aircraft and walked to stand a few feet away from the family who was hugging Torenne until she batted at them.

  “Enough, Mom!” Torenne got free of the smaller woman and stepped to one side. “Mom, Dad, this is Khytten, lover of Salat and occasionally me.”

  “Khytten, this is Jennela and Halko
of Aksalla.” She smiled. “My parents.”

  The two paused and looked at each other before beaming huge grins. Halko chuckled. “So, when Salat was at the tribunal calling you his kitten, it wasn’t just a sexual pet name.”

  Khytten cleared her throat and spoke honestly. “In Salat’s case, ninety-five percent is a pet name, and the other five is when he is talking to me. He called me kitten before he knew my name.”

  It was strange to be introduced as an occasional lover, but then, actives had a sub-society all to themselves. They had to. A standard human could never understand what toll keeping all that power in check cost.

  “Oh. Geez, my backpack.”

  Torenne chuckled. “Yeah, you might need to take care of that before we go to the range.”

  Halko frowned. “Why are you going to a range?”

  Khytten smiled as she walked back to the aircraft, and her palm opened the door. “Because it was my birthday.”

  She grabbed her pack and stuck her head out of the aircraft. “Uh, Torenne, if you don’t mind, I will take care of things in here.”

  Torenne’s face was in the open door. “Khytten, get your ass out of there and come inside the house. We can have coffee, and you can pump. Not a big deal.”

  “I am pretty sure that your parents won’t be fans.”

  Halko called out. “I am pretty sure we have seen worse.”

  Khytten was mortified, but she grabbed her pack and her bag, and she crept out of the aircraft. Torenne wrapped her arms around her and kissed her softly. “It’s okay. They have already seen their son jerking off to his own tits.”

  Khytten was startled into laughter. She whispered, “Sorry, my experience with parents isn’t that great.”

  “Consider this a soft launch for Salat’s family.” Torenne kissed her, and the kiss deepened as they clung together.

  Jennela said, “We are not that terrifying. Come and sit, and do what you have to do. If Torenne is used to it, we will get used to it as well.”

  Jennela reached out and touched Khytten’s arm, paused, and stroked it again. “You are so soft.”

  “Mom, stop hitting on my girlfriend.”

  Jennela blinked and pulled her hand back. She blushed. “Sorry. Now I know part of the origin to kitten.”

 

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