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Taken

Taken

(Power Exchange)

 

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Cassandre Dayne

Taken

(Power Exchange)

 

written by Cassandre Dayne

 

 

 

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Taken

(Power Exchange)

 

Chapter One

 

“About time you slipped out of the courtroom and into the real world.”

Jess Parker cupped the base of her martini glass, crossed and re-crossed her legs, then gave her best friend a high saluting middle finger. “In my world I’m all powerful.”

“In your world you eat, drink and sleep with criminals.”

Miranda’s laughter floated throughout the neon infused café, one they’d been frequenting for years. Unfortunately, the last time she’d been able to enjoy a night out had been well over… Hell, she couldn’t even remember.

“Look girl, I’m only ribbing you cause I love ya.” Winking, Miranda swirled her drink before taking a sip. She sat back and rested her elbow on the back of the bar stool, her eyes sweeping the perimeter. “There are some fine looking men in here tonight.”

“I’m not looking, remember? I’m far too busy.”

“Honey, you know what?”

Jess wasn’t certain she wanted to ask. “Should I be scared?”

“Absolutely, and you need a hard fuck, one that will leave you panting, sweaty and begging for more. Throw in a hefty round of domination, a well-deserved spanking and I daresay you’ll be a new woman,” Miranda purred, each word louder than the one before.

The blip in the music was mortifying.

The way several men looked in their direction was terrifying.

The way her pussy clenched was delicious.

“I don’t need a man in my life,” Jess insisted. “I simply need…”

“A hard fuck,” Miranda interrupted. “Rough sex always does a woman some good. You know that.”

“Rough sex.” Now goose bumps popped out over every inch of her exposed skin. As Jess took another sip, she allowed a look around the crowded bar. Miranda was right. The men were hot as hell, but way too young for her. Then again, what could be terrible about fucking a twenty something year old?
Everything.
She sighed, her heart racing. There was no way she could taste a young blood. Her reputation was at stake. For a few seconds she closed her eyes, imagining being bound, her arms and legs open wide, displayed for the man who was going to use her, whip her.
Fuck her.
Shivers trickled down her spine.

“Earth to the prudish woman,” Miranda cooed as she tapped her fingers on top of the table.

“Prudish? Come on.” Jess inhaled and hid behind her drink. Yet she couldn’t help admiring the table full of very professionally dressed men. They no doubt shopped at Joseph A Banks, the fashionable, high dollar men’s clothing store, for all of their attire. Of course they drove a Lexus, one they were hiked to the hilt with over extending their credit. They no doubt they drank Corona Light, sipped on bourbon when in certain social situations, and smoked the occasional cigar with their boss. In other words, they were boring. Useless in her mind. She needed a real man, one who didn’t mind getting dirty, filthy. Swallowing hard, a bead of perspiration slithered down the side of her face.
Filthy
. My, oh my, she would give anything for a hard fuck.

“You don’t believe me?” Miranda asked as she kicked out her leg, sipped on her drink, and eyeballed the tall blond hunk closest to her.

Jess loved the flirtatious girl, the one who could eat four men for breakfast without breaking a sweat. “I’ll have you know I’ve been known to throw down several times in my life.”

Lime green liquid spewed past Miranda’s lips as she choked. She slapped a hand over her mouth and doubled over with laughter.

“What?” Jess slid her cocktail napkin in Miranda’s direction. A nervous tick appeared in the corner of her mouth. Why were the men so curious about what they were talking about?
Because they want to tease you, lick you, and force you to suck their cocks. They’re ready to push you down, shove their dicks into your holes like the whore you are.
Why in the world was she thinking this way? She wiggled in her seat as the wafting and very telling scent of her intense desire floated up from her groin. Dear God. Now she was sweating.

Miranda fumbled to set down her glass, then wiped the liquid from her mouth and arm. “Throw down? Do you have any clue what you’re talking about at all? And, by the way, I doubt you’ve done anything to drag your ass out of the comfort zone.”

“I’ve done plenty!” Jess scoffed.

“Okay, then answer these questions. Do you own a vibrator?”

“Several.”
Take that.

“Have you used one of them any time in the last decade?” Miranda grinned as she leaned over the table.

When Jess hesitated, the look in Miranda’s eyes changed. She groaned and gulped the entire rest of her drink.
You’re going to die old and very much alone.

“I thought so. You’re going home tonight and pull that puppy out. Make certain you have plenty of batteries.”

“There are other obsessions, wicked things I’ve done in my life.”

“Other obsessions? Interesting. Like going to a kink club? Like having a man dominate you, own you?”

The words weren’t said in jest. Jess was shivering, but her body’s reaction had nothing to do with the wafting breeze in the club. She was tingling because she wanted nothing more than a bad boy to control her. “Well, some. Maybe.”

“Maybe. Jesus Christ, girl. You really need to get laid. Go over to that table and select one or three. They’ll show you a good time, fuck every hole and in the morning you’ll awaken with a smile on your face.”

“I can’t do that!” Jess darted another look. The men were salivating. Could she?

“That’s what I thought. You’re fifty going on one hundred.”

“I’m…” How could she even defend herself? She hadn’t had a boyfriend in four years, preferring to dive into her career versus deal with the emotions of a relationship. What had she achieved? A corner office, a sixty plus hour work week and nothing but time alone at home.
Great.
She was a pathetic failure.

“In need. That’s what you are. So go find a guy, fuck him silly and enjoy a single night.” Miranda finished her drink and checked her watch.

“Hot date?”

“Exactly. You should try it sometime. Might just rock your world.” Grabbing her purse, Miranda rose to her feet. “Sunday, how about brunch?”

“Sure. Sounds good.” Jess certainly had nothing else on her calendar.

“Good.” Miranda gave her a look. “I adore you girl, but you have to get your head out of your ass.”

“Thanks ever so much.”

“Just looking out for you, kiddo.”

Jess groaned and watched Miranda’s exit. Every red-blooded male in the room was undressing the leggy chocolate-skinned girl, hungering in a way Jess herself longed for. What the hell was wrong with her?

After a few minutes she grabbed her purse and keys. She had paperwork to finish in preparation of the upcoming trial. Her weekend would be spent honing her prosecution of one very bad man. Bad men. Mmm… While she’d never hungered for one of the dozens of criminals she’d prosecuted, their sullied reputations certainly had given her more than a single midnight fantasy.

Bad boy? Yes, she’d love to have one in her life, the kind who refused to allow her to take the reins, a man with enough power and inner strength to tame her.
Claim her.
As if there were any in this town. She laughed as she walked past the table of men, catching their very blatant words.

“Hey baby, wanna date?”

“The things I could do to you.”

“You’re one hot mama.”

Yeah, she’d consider herself kick ass, even at her age. So what? She was still going home very much alone.

Jess settled into her BMW, rubbing her hand across the console before revving the engine. The money she made afforded her everything she wanted – except for a man. Maybe she should buy one on the Internet. The thought was unsettling but intriguing.
Wow
. She really did need to get laid.

After turning to the Octane station on the satellite radio, she pushed aside her nefarious thoughts, concentrating on the case ahead of her. There were too many lose ends. The man everyone considered a monster had one too many alibies, but the public was demanding a conviction. How she was going to manage with all the evidence was circumstantial would be a miracle.

Jess hummed along with
Hail to the King
, her favorite from Avenged Sevenfold, and pulled behind a minivan at the traffic light.

‘Baby on board’

The decal was enough to give her the creeps. Did she want children? She was far too old to conceive now. In truth, her clock had never ticked, but having a family of sorts was something she’d been craving her entire life. When the light turned green, she stepped on the gas and noticed the detour sigh. “Great.” The city streets were a pain in the ass already.

She maneuvered her car, following the long string of vehicles down a series of streets. The businesses turned seedier, the dilapidated brownstones reminding her how riddled Baltimore was with crime. She was the protector. As a prosecutor, her record was stellar. Cleaning up the streets had been a goal since the beginning of her career. Yes indeed she was damn good at what she did.

Stuck behind the van, she grew impatient as the line of cars moved forward, barely going five miles an hour. At this rate she’d get home sometime around eight. As if the time mattered. Sulking, her mind drifted, her desire for a hot man, a wild night and complete domination allowing her to go to her very dark place. Whipping and being tied, used like the good little whore she always wanted to be. Wouldn’t her mama be proud?

She licked her lips as her nipples hardened, pushing against her recently purchased lace bra, one she’d spent way too much money on at Victoria’s Secret. As if any man was going to see her matching crimson undies. She might as well be wearing rags.

She slapped her hand against the steering wheel and a roaring sound caught her attention. Looking to her right, the man on the Harley gave her an instant series of tremors. Dressed in faded blue jeans and a leather jacket, his massive frame was the reflection of a badass biker. Visions of being taken over the Harley, fucked doggy style after a severe whipping left her mouth dry. The line of traffic moved forward just enough she was able to see his profile as he removed his helmet, shaking out his shoulder length bond hair.

“Fuck me.” Instantly she was turned on and she couldn’t even see his face. She was jittery, her left leg shaking, and she almost ran into the family van. Wouldn’t that bode well? Groaning, her imagination ran wild as he climbed off his bike, securing his helmet and taking a long stride onto the sidewalk. Where was he going?

Biting her lip, Jess craned her neck and was able to tell there was a bar on the corner. The sign for the establishment was blinking, several of the neon lights out, but she could make out the name. “Biker’s Haven, huh?” Catchy to a point. She looked in her rear view mirror and up ahead at the traffic jam. After a few seconds of hesitation, she made a quick decision, snagging the single parking space two car lengths above mystery man’s bike. She sat in her car, fiddling with her top. “What are you doing?” Taking a chance.

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