Taken (8 page)

Moaning, she nearly tumbled over, one hand touching the floor. After moving back into position, she resumed her stance, pulling until her rosy hole was exposed.

He removed his fingers and glared at the wetness in the dim lighting. “Did you enjoy me fucking you in the ass?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, because that’s where whores should be fucked. You’re going to wear a plug from now on when you’re not with me. Do you understand?”

Jess flipped her head in an effort to look at him. “Yes. I mean…”

Crack!

He knew the single hard snap was enough. “You will. I need your asshole large and ready for use any time I desire, whether cock or fist.” His left leg was twitching, creating friction in his groin as he slid his wet fingers down the crack of her ass. When he reached her asshole, he showed no mercy, shoving both in as deep as possible.

“Oh God!” Jess’ body jerked, but to her credit she kept her cheeks open.

“Tight. Hot. Just the way I like my sweet cunts.” The dirty words were something he’d never said to another. With Jess, they were exactly what he wanted to say, what she needed to hear. He flexed his fingers open, thrusting them harder and faster into her sweet hole. His heart racing, he grabbed her around the neck, keeping her steady as the actions grew more frenetic.

Beads of perspiration dribbled down from her neck onto her shoulders. She continued moaning as she was finger fucked and a tight smile remained on her serene face.

The moment continued, a simple act to ease her fears, to ignite his passions.

“We’re going to exchange phone numbers and any time I text, you’ll do exactly want I tell you, no matter where you are. No matter what you’re doing,” Craze whispered.

“Oh God yes.”

“Good girl.” Removing his fingers, he guided her toward one of his most prized possessions. The ‘X’ cross was sterling in composition and gleamed in the amber light. “One day you’ll beg me to be attached, to take the whip. One day, you’ll understand the woman you can be.” He wanted nothing more than to shackle her arms and legs, drag out the Quirt, a piece he’d purchased only two months before. The whip was the perfect round of punishment, a leather reminder of a submissive’s place.

“Yes…yes, I want and I…” Jess shook her head, a nervous laugh slipping past her lips.

“Soon my sub, soon.”

Her look remained one of defiance. “What if I can’t?”

“You already are.”

The words hung in the air.

Craze continued the tour, describing exactly what every apparatus would do. With every passing minute he could tell how excited she’d become. The delicious scent of her feminine wiles wafted between them. When he stopped them in front of the spanking horse, he wrapped his fingers around hers, squeezing. “This one will be something you learn well, my dear.” Placing her hand on the smooth wooden surface, he nuzzled into her neck, licking the base of her earlobe. His whisper was subtle. “For bad little girls.”

“Oh Craze. I mean sir I…” Her laughter held a lilt, his nipples hard.

He bent her over temporarily, holding her in position as he rubbed her ass. Her pussy lips were peeking out, swollen with need. In his mind he could envision caning them until they were red, raw and swollen, then fucking her ruthlessly. Exhaling, he tried to maintain control as he drove all four fingers inside of her pussy. Instantly her muscles clamped onto the tight invasion, drawing him in deeper.

“Yes, oh yes.”

“Such a good girl, one in need I can see.” His eyes were stinging from sweat dripping from his forehead. He was on edge, his blood pressure skyrocketing. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to shove away the increasing abhorrent thoughts, and continued pumping. The sound of her pussy lips sucking on his fingers made him smile.

She met every hard thrust as she arched her back, her face pinched with desire.

He blinked, trying to focus as his thoughts turned sadistic, his need to hurt her enveloping his system. Backing away, he removed his fingers as he dragged her off the bench and over to face him. He swiped his fingers across the seam of her lips, pushing them just inside. “Suck your sweet juice. Lick my fingers clean.”

Purring, Jess slid both of her open hands up the length of his arm, gently taking his fingers into her mouth. She moaned as she sucked, her tongue moving back and forth.

Fuck her. Use her. She belongs to you.
The words whispered into the back of his mind were ones he’s dreamt of saying for as long as he could remember. He narrowed his eyes and dragged his fingers down between her breasts. This was a defining moment. “Make certain they’re clean.” He pinched one nipple then the other, twisting them as she whimpered. “I can’t wait until you’re clamped.”

“Mmm…”

After a few seconds, he grunted and stepped away, reaching down and taking her into his arms.

She seemed surprised and wrapped her arm around his neck.

He walked into the makeshift bedroom, one only used after long nights of painting. Every move deliberate, he peered down at her, his expression controlling. Laying her down in the middle, he leaned over, whispering, “Kneel, arms down, palms facing up.”

“Yes sir.” Jess rose into position.

There was no doubt she longed to touch him. He gazed down at her for a full minute before he touched the side of her face, grazing his thumb across her lips. He very much wanted to be the man she needed. “My beauty.”

“Your whore.”

“You are my whore, nothing but.” The words were exactly what he wanted to hear. He undressed slowly, his eyes never leaving her. When he was naked he closed the distance, his cock throbbing in anguish. Just thinking about whipping her, tying her down made him hard. Seeing her voluptuous body, her swollen nipples, he was in absolute agony.

“May I suck you, sir?”

Craze was ready to answer when the light of the afternoon sun sent a shimmer across her face, illuminating her porcelain skin. Exhaling, he leaned over the bed, pushing her down and scooting her up further onto the bed. Gripping her legs, he wrapped them up and over his shoulders, impaling her with the entire length of his cock.
Whore. She’s just a whore
. He groaned.
Not today.

“God!” She kneaded his arms as he used his upper body strength to rise onto his hands.

Lowering his head, he brushed his lips across hers. “Beautiful but willful.”

“Yes, I know,” Jess whispered as she cupped his chest.

“And you’re all mine.”

Chapter Four

“Ms. Parker. I have the information you requested.”

You’re just a whore. You’re a slut. You belong to him, to the one man who knows you, hungers for you.

“I’m sorry?”

“The information?”

Jess looked up from her computer screen, the same one she’d been staring at for the past hour or more. “Oh yes. Thanks Betsy. You can just leave them on my desk.” Why was she so antsy? As she wiggled in her chair she was reminded clearly. The thick ass plug, the one she was required to wear, was one reason. The other was that today was Thursday and other than a few texts checking if she was following the rules, she’d heard nothing from Craze. Maybe he was no longer interested. Why hadn’t he called? She kept the hiss she longed to erupt buried inside. They weren’t dating. They were fucking and exploring darkness. Kink. The heated darkness continued to terrify and tempt her.

“Can do.” Betsy placed the stack of folders on her desk and started to turn around then stopped.

“Is there something else?”

“Just that you seem very preoccupied lately. Are you worried about the case?”

“The case?” She should be. Mr. Walter Martin’s alibis were rock solid. There was no way he could have sliced and diced three women and be in another city at the same time. What was she missing?

Betsy nodded. “I’ve never seen you so, well nervous I guess.”

Jess rubbed her tired eyes and sat back in her seat. “I’m just not sleeping well. I admit I’ll be glad when this is over.”

“He’s guilty you know.”

She smiled. Her assistant was tenacious, doing everything she could to get ahead in the firm. The girl stayed late, went to every criminology class she could register for, and generally sucked up to the powers that be. She’d also followed along with this case in particular, helping Jess locate witnesses and other evidence. Too bad the case wasn’t adding up. She had a week to pull everything together. “You’re so certain?”

“I am,” Betsy said defiantly.

“All right. I’ll bite. Talk to me.”

She sat down in the chair slowly, a wry grin on her face. “Do you remember when you talked with the family of the first victim, Rena Showalter?”

“Vividly. They had no desire to talk with me.”

“Did you ever wonder why?”

Jess narrowed her eyes. She could tell by the very intriguing look on Betsy’s face the girl was hiding something. “Of course. Go on.”

“Well it took me a little while to figure out, but I managed to sift through lots of bullshit, finding out Rena’s daddy has direct connections to Mr. Martin.”

“Connections?” They’d checked and rechecked everything, trying to make any connection. Mr. Martin was on paper an upstanding citizen.

“Yep,” Betsy cooed, her head bobbing up and down. “You see, about twenty years ago they were in business together and from what I’ve been able to determine, a bit shady if you know what I mean.”

As Jess thought about the information, she realized the one thing Mr. Martin couldn’t have was any dirty laundry hanging over him, especially since he had aspirations for running for Congress, some said the Whitehouse. “This is documented?”

Betsy grinned and pulled the bottom folder from the pile. “You bet and I’m not there yet, but I think the families of the other victims have the same connection.”

“Holy shit. If you’re right, then this is nothing more than a blood bath to keep the families quiet. You’re freaking brilliant!”

Beaming, Betsy smoothed down her skirt. “I thought you’d be pleased.”

Jess rose from her chair. Instantly the thick plug made her cringe. “Girl, if this pans out, I’m not going to just be happy. I’ll make sure you get that promotion you’ve been pining away for.”

“Really?” she squealed.

“You bet. We have a hell of a lot of work to do and not much time.” She grabbed the file. “I think I need to pay another visit to the Showalter family. Keep digging.”

“Can do!”

Jess grabbed her purse and keys, her phone last and headed out the door. “Shit.”

“Did you forget something?”

“Just a quick phone call I have to make.” Why did her voice sound so sheepish?
Because you’re a whore, a submissive who has duties.
Suddenly the room was stifling.

“No problem. I’ll see what I can find. When you get back I’ll be ready to strategize.”

Exhaling, she waited until Betsy walked out of the room then unlocked her iPhone. She flipped to her text page.

I’m leaving for an appointment, sir.

The rules to text Craze when she arrived and when she left was a daunting practice, but she hadn’t failed as of yet. For some reason she had a feeling he’d know if she failed.

She waited for a full two minutes, as if he’d answer then shoved her phone into her purse. There was a hell of a lot of work to accomplish in a short period of time, but she was determined to take the asshole down.

****

Craze’s phone buzzed. He looked down at the glowing screen and smiled. She seemed to enjoy following his very simple rules. He fingered the screen, moving to her text, and a shiver trickled down his spine. He was immediately hard, longing to have her right here, in the middle of his office. Sadly, she could never know the real man. Ever.

I’m leaving for an appointment, sir.

He lifted his finger, ready to answer her when his door was pushed open. “Don’t you knock?” Giving Mark an angry glare, he set his phone down. His lovely submissive was going to have to wait.

“Someone has been sniffing around in Mr. Martin’s past,” Mark said as he slumped into the seat in front of Craze’s desk.

“You find that surprising, why?”

“You don’t understand. I mean really delving into the past, all the nooks and crannies, perhaps finding secrets like the ones we all have buried deep within our lives.”

For several reasons he knew Mark was directing part of his comment toward him. The guy was his buddy, having shared many years together outside of work, but the kink he kept away from his vanilla world entirely. No one would ever know about his needs, his hunger to humiliate, own, and require various sexual needs from a woman. “Who and what did they find out?”

“Someone from the prosecutor’s office and honestly, I don’t know what they discovered yet, but I’m trying to find out.”

“Great. So you know bupkis then?”

“Oh come on. You and I both know Mr. Martin has a past life. That’s been all over the news in the recent months,” Mark chortled.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t make him a killer any more than the fact you used to streak in college. Now does it?”

Mark flushed. “You’re a bastard at times.”

Craze grinned. “You wouldn’t have me any other way.” He sat back, thinking about what he’d long suspected about the solid businessman with his sights set on being the next President of the United States. “Very interesting.”

“Very much so. I know you have an idea about this guy. What are you thinking? Maybe I can run interference and try and find out the same information.”

“I’m thinking organized crime, but a long time ago. Mr. Martin’s records have been gone through with a fine toothcomb. He’s clean.”

“He’s squeaky clean and you know what that means.” Mark’s eyes flashed.

“He’s guilty as hell. The question is, why risk everything to kill those women?”

“Maybe he hired someone to do the wretched deed.”

Craze nodded. “My guess is that he did. He wouldn’t get his hands dirty, but why now? There has to be a reason.”

“That’s why you have a crack investigator on your team.”

“Who would that be?”

Mark rose to his feet. “Son of a bitch, bastard is more like it.”

“I don’t think there is such a thing. Might want to check,” Craze snarked as he grinned. The information was damn interesting. If he could get the asshole off the street, clean up a litany of organized crime, he’d regain his position. Yep, his stepping stones to power and fame just might be in his sights.