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Taken and Tamed

 

 

By

 

Kallista Dane

 

Copyright © 2015 by Stormy Night Publications and Kallista Dane

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2015 by Stormy Night Publications and Kallista Dane

 

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

 

Published by Stormy Night Publications and Design, LLC.

www.StormyNightPublications.com

 

 

Dane, Kallista

Taken and Tamed

 

Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson

Images by 123RF/Jon Bilous and 123RF/Rui Vale De Sousa

 

 

 

This book is intended for
adults only
. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

Chapter One

 

 

His body gleamed in the firelight, shadows dancing across sleek muscle and sculpted abs.

“Please. Don’t.”

“Too late. You broke the rules. Now you have to pay the consequences.”

“I… I swear I won’t do it again.” She choked back a sob as she strained against the bonds holding her in place.

“You told me when I met you that you’re a naughty girl.” His voice lowered, took on a dark intensity. “You were right. You’ve been
very
naughty. So now I have to punish you. I’m going to strip off all your clothes. Then I’m going to lay you across my lap and spank your bare ass until you’re begging me to stop. And then I’ll spank you some more—until
I
think you’ve had enough. You can yell, you can cry all you want. There’s no one to hear you.”

A hot bolt of lust shot through her at the thought of being draped stark naked over the hard thighs of this virtual stranger. Then fear kicked in, driving away the eroticism and flooding her mind with horrible images from the past. Her eyes darted frantically around the room. One wall, solid glass stretching to the peak of the vaulted ceiling, framed endless miles of wilderness outside where the only light came from the full moon.

She sagged against her bonds, realizing that even if she broke free, she could wander out there for days without running into another human being. Not a living soul knew where she was. There’d be no one coming to rescue her—and there was no place to go if she escaped.

Frantic, she struggled harder, as though doing so would change the harsh reality of her situation. But it was no use. He knew how to restrain a captive.

After all, that’s how he made his living.

 

* * *

 

Twenty-four hours earlier

 

“The usual. It’s been one helluva day.”

Brittley shook her head. “Redneck.” She dumped a handful of ice into a tall glass, poured in a shot, then reached under the bar to fill the rest of the glass from a two-liter bottle kept there just for this customer.

“Not guilty,” Cass protested as she sank down on the padded stool. “A redneck wouldn’t insist on Gentleman Jack.”

“Like you could tell the difference after drowning it in Diet Mountain Dew! It’s a waste of good liquor.”

“You’d rather I drank it straight? Then I’d be an alcoholic instead of a redneck. The caffeine keeps me going. And I mix it with diet soda because I’m watching my waistline.”

“Having one drink when you come in here hardly qualifies you as an alcoholic. As for your waistline, every guy in this dump is watching it too. Along with your tits and your ass. You have a body that belongs in one of those old black and white movies—you, know, the ones with the gritty FBI agent trying to get the mob boss. You’d be the bad guy’s slutty girlfriend with big boobs and a tiny brain.”

Cass didn’t have to look down. Her friend was right—about the boobs anyway. She hadn’t been able to see her belt buckle without looking in a mirror since she was twelve. If she dressed to hide her figure, she ended up looking like a dowager from
Downton Abbey
. So she went the other way, flaunted her assets a little. So what?

“Yeah, well, this bod helps me get those great interviews. Most men are so busy imagining their hands roaming all over the girls that they lose track of what they’re saying.”

“You do know how to make bad boys sound appealing. I watched the clip on TV of you talking with that serial killer when your last book came out. I ended up feeling sorry for him. With such a rotten childhood, he never had a chance at a decent life.”

“Yeah, well, that’s the trouble with edited sound bites. He’s a lying psychopath with a paper-thin veneer of charm. Just enough to allow him to get close to his victims. In the part they chose not to include, I talked about how I tracked down his parents and interviewed childhood friends. Turns out he came out of the womb defective. It happens. His folks are decent people with three other normal kids, who don’t understand how they gave birth to a monster.”

Brittley shivered. “No wonder you’re in here drinking! How can you stand your job?”

“I don’t drink that often. Usually only when I’ve been wading through autopsy reports and crime scene photos all day. They’re enough to cause nightmares. Most of the time, I love what I do. I get to choose my own assignments, set my own hours, travel all over the country. Yeah, I have to deal with some heavy shit. But every one of these criminals is unique. The ones who get away with murder for years manage to do it because they really are likable—when they’re not slicing and dicing their latest prey. Intelligent. Funny. I can see how their victims could trust them, even fall in love with them.”

Cass took a sip of her drink, swirled the ice around in the glass. “I’ll admit it does make it hard for me to get into a new relationship.” She leaned forward. “Truth be told, I haven’t gotten laid in ages. The creeps are easy to spot. It’s the smooth, charming ones I’m leery of now. Doesn’t leave me anyone to date. So I’m home alone every night. At least I have plenty of time to write.”

Brittley shook her head. “Maybe it’s time you found something else to write about. Go interview nice people for a change. You know, the ones who post kitten videos on the Internet.”

“Funny you should mention that. The child predator from my last book
Young At Heart
lured his victims in by asking them to help him shoot a YouTube video of his puppy.” She took another sip of her drink. “Puppy
was
damn cute.”

Brittley backed away a few steps. “Ohh…kay then. I’m through giving advice. But if I run across a nice guy, can I set you up? Don’t worry,” she hurried on, “chances of my meeting a nice guy stuck behind this bar all day are probably slim to none.”

“Why is it every newly married woman wants everyone around her to be hooked up too? I’m glad you and Rick are blissfully happy together, but blind dates will have to wait. This is my last night in town for a while. I’m heading for Atlanta in the morning. I’m scheduled to interview an enforcer for the mob before he enters the witness protection program.”

“Another book?”

“This one is an article for a startup true-crime website. They read my last book and contacted me. I don’t usually do short pieces but they offered me a nice retainer and the check actually cleared. So I’ll be gone for the next couple of weeks.”

“I know how you are when you start a new story. You disappear for days on end. Thanks for letting me know this time. At least I won’t worry when I don’t see or hear from you.”

Cass finished her drink and sat the glass down with a thunk.

“Gotta make it an early night. I still have to do the final edit on the last three chapters of my latest manuscript and send it off before I leave.” She stood and gave Brittley a swift hug. “See you soon.”

“Be careful, sweetie. And don’t go falling for one of your bad boys!”

Five hours later, Cass hit ‘send,’ then stood up, stifling a groan as she stretched her cramped muscles. Once again, she vowed to make time in her schedule for visits to the gym. She’d had so much more energy, slept better, felt calmer when she lifted weights with Marko. But that was a long time ago. She quit seeing Marko when she and Trent split up. It made her too uncomfortable to work out with her ex-husband’s best friend.

She always planned to find another trainer, even tried working out with a few females. But no one drove her as hard as Marko had. He treated her like a serious weightlifter, not some babe hanging around the gym to pick up a hot hunk. She missed the sweat, the burn. Missed the endorphin-induced high.

With a shock, she realized it had been five years since she quit. No wonder her clothes didn’t fit as well as they used to. She was in her mid-thirties now, already losing muscle. If she didn’t do something soon, it would only accelerate. Cass swore she’d call the new gym in town and make an appointment when she got home from Atlanta. Maybe instead of setting her up with a twenty-something ex-cheerleader like the last place did, they’d have a twenty-something hunky male trainer available. One who wasn’t gay.

Cass spent a few pleasant moments picturing a testosterone-laden figure with rock-hard muscles and gorgeous sculpted abs bending her sweat-soaked body over the weight bench after hours. He’d yank down her little black gym shorts and spank her ass while delivering a lecture on not trying hard enough during her workout. She sighed, heading for the bedroom to pack. If she didn’t have sex soon, she’d explode.

Packing didn’t take long. Cass threw her work uniform into a small suitcase. Two blazers—one black, one vanilla cream. Half a dozen casual t-shirts in tan and white and black and soft gray. V-neck, so that at the right time she could unbutton her blazer and give her subject just a glimpse of the top curves of her breasts before posing a crucial question. But not so low that she’d look like a slut. Sexy but with class. She added jeans, a couple pairs of black pants. She’d learned the hard way that wearing bright colors into a prison interview room made her even more of a target for unwanted attention from the inmates she passed along the way. Like waving the proverbial red flag in an arena packed with horny bulls.

She got out her favorite super-high black heels and a pair of leather platform sandals. Cass didn’t even own a flat pair of shoes. She always wore heels to add a few inches to her five foot five frame. Last but definitely not least, her signature piece—a gorgeous long silk scarf that had cost her every dime of the check she’d gotten for the first story she ever sold. The designer’s name meant nothing to her. She hadn’t bought it to impress anyone. Back then, she’d simply fallen in love with the swirling riot of color.

Even after all these years, it still made her happy to look at it, eye candy to make up for the conservative black and white and beige she wore while working. As soon as she was through for the day, she’d toss it around her neck or, if the weather was hot, tie it to the handle of her purse. She stroked the soft silk, rolled it up tight so it wouldn’t wrinkle, then tucked it into a corner of the huge leather shoulder bag she toted everywhere she went.

Cass grabbed the African basket she used to carry her makeup and toiletries, setting it on the bathroom counter to fill as she got ready in the morning. She brushed her teeth, turned out the lights, and climbed into bed, pulling up the covers with a sigh. Another night—alone.

She let her mind drift back to her latest fantasy. The faceless trainer had her bent over the weight bench again, gym shorts bunched around her knees, spanking her bare ass good and hard for not finishing that last set of bicep curls. He yanked her shorts all the way off and shoved her legs wide apart. Running his fingers down to spread her pussy juices all the way to her clit, he plunged his cock into her from behind. Cass’s fingers slid down between her legs, stroking faster and faster as she imagined the spicy sting of his hard palm on her ass. She moaned, aching to feel a real bare-bottom spanking. Maybe someday she’d find the courage to confess her shameful secret desire to another man. Telling Trent had certainly been a disaster.

The memories that thought evoked ruined her hot little fantasy. Cass sighed and rolled over. She tried to empty her mind, but sleep was long in coming.

 

* * *

 

The soft pink line of dawn peeked out over the horizon as she barreled down the highway the next morning. She’d be in Atlanta long before noon—time to check into her hotel before meeting the marshals who would escort her to the interview.

This one wasn’t her usual subject—men who committed horrific crimes while leading an outwardly normal life, sometimes with an unsuspecting wife and kids at home. She’d done her homework. Zander
Coleman was the guy the mob called in when it was time to break legs or smash ribs. He’d agreed to testify against Big Tony Abruzzi, giving up the list of people he’d threatened and beaten up on Tony’s orders. A dozen of those people later disappeared. But Zander swore he knew nothing about that. Smart of him, since the Feds could hardly grant immunity to someone who admitted committing murder for hire.

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