Taken and Tamed

by Kallista Dane

  “They’d probably wish they could if little old ladies were as hot as you are.” He saw the spark of fury in her eyes and hurried on. “Look, I’m sorry I was harsh with you. But I had to make it believable. As for the… the fucking, well, that wasn’t part of the plan.”

  He shot her a smoldering look. “You got turned on and when I realized it I got really turned on by that and things just got out of hand. But I said it before and I’ll say it again. I’m not sorry it happened.”

  She blushed then and clutched the quilt tighter around her. “So now what? I heard you arranging for someone to pick me up tomorrow and lock me away somewhere.”

  “Rod Carter. He’s a Fed too. I’ve known him for years and I’d trust him with my life. Your life. He’ll take you somewhere safe till this is all over.”

  “I heard you mention Katherine Jacobs too.”

  He sighed. “Yeah, I hate to think it, but the field has narrowed down to her. The head of this operation has gone to everyone else on our short list privately, given them false information about where I’ve supposedly been tracked to. All the locations have been monitored. But so far, no one has shown up to take me out at any of them. So tomorrow the director will contact Jacobs personally and tell her I’ve been spotted. If she shows up at that location alone instead of bringing a team along to arrest me like protocol requires, well, we’ve found our mole.”

  “What about this cabin? If the operation was planned all along, why the hell couldn’t they at least have stocked it with some real coffee?”

  “Believe me, I wish I’d stopped for groceries. But this wasn’t part of the plan either. I was supposed to show up at an abandoned motel out in the sticks north of Ellijay—one of those rundown places with individual little cabins. I’d take one and the Feds would already be in place in the others, staking the place out.”

  He shrugged. “Once I had you in tow, I didn’t dare risk going there. If you got away from me somehow, flagged down a passing car, and managed to get the local cops involved, it would have blown an operation we’d spent months planning, certainly alerted the mole that we were on to him. Or her. A buddy of mine, a fellow FBI agent, bought this place after he spent months here in the mountains looking for Rudolph. Dave fell in love with the area. He’s retired now, spends most of the year in Florida, and only uses it in the fall as a hunting cabin. I’d been up here a few times with a bunch of the guys and I knew it would be vacant this time of year. So I improvised.”

  He sat down on a wooden rocking chair near the fire, wincing as he leaned back. “Damn thorns. I think there’s still one stuck in me.”

  * * *

  Cass sighed and gathered up the quilt in both arms, hobbling over to where he sat. “Let me see.”

  He leaned forward and she gasped. His back was a mess of deep scratches crusted with dried blood.

  “Come on.” She headed for the bathroom. “Do we have any hot water?”

  “I turned on the propane water heater while you were sleeping. You were shivering so hard earlier I thought a hot shower might be just what you needed.”

  She led the way into the bathroom, closing the toilet seat and pointing for him to have a seat. “Turn sideways a little more. The light in here is pretty dim.”

  She took a washcloth from the stack on a shelf above the toilet and filled the sink with hot water. Dipping the cloth in, she gingerly dabbed at the worst of the scrapes.

  “Ouch!”

  “Don’t be such a baby,” she snapped. “Where’s the big tough lawman who got all these scars? You’re lucky I’m not smacking your ass with a wooden board.”

  “Yeah, well, if you don’t take it easy on me, I may have to do it again. Besides, I had heavy-duty painkillers to get me through those.”

  He let out a curse.

  “I found it. It’s not a thorn. It looks more like a long splinter. You must have fallen on a branch at some point. A piece of it broke off and stuck in your back. Lean forward a little more.”

  She rinsed out the cloth with more hot water and laid it across his back, then turned and headed out of the room. “I have a pair of tweezers in my bag,” she called back. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.”

  Cass walked out into the kitchen and let out a shaky sigh. She needed a moment alone. She was terrible at this sort of thing, hated the sight of blood. Not to mention the fact that being so close to Zander Coleman, or whatever his name was, made her knees go weak. Running the damp cloth over his back, she found herself wondering all the while if any of the scratches he bore had come from her nails raking into his skin as he thrust his cock inside her last night.

  She shook her head, disgusted with herself. Okay, maybe he wasn’t a criminal. But he’d lied to her over and over and in her book, that was just as bad. She vowed to ignore the shivers of desire that went through her body every time she touched him. Tomorrow she’d be out of here. And then she could concentrate on wiping Zander Coleman—no, damn it, whoever he was—out of her mind.

  Hiking up the quilt again, she rummaged in her makeup bag and came out with a pair of tweezers. Clearly this would be a two-hand job and the quilt simply wouldn’t stay up. She couldn’t bear the thought of pulling jeans on over her sore bottom so she took a few moments to run upstairs and put on the white dress shirt he’d worn when she met him.

  Sleek and soft, it hung midway down her thighs and smelled of him—musky, masculine, with a hint of woodsy aftershave. Rolling up the sleeves past her elbows, she buttoned it up and went back into the bathroom.

  “You’re gonna get blood all over my shirt! That’s Italian silk.”

  “Quit complaining. I could buy two of these for the price of those shoes you got rid of.”

  “I didn’t get rid of them. I figured you’d start bitching about that after you got rescued. They looked expensive and I was afraid they’d take the cost of replacing them out of my pay. So I wrapped them up in an old plastic bag and shoved them under the woodpile. One look at your nails and I knew you’d never find them there because you sure as hell wouldn’t be helping me haul in any wood.”

  “That’s a crappy, sexist thing to say. Especially to someone who’s about to perform major surgery on you.”

  Running the water as hot as she could stand it, she washed her hands. Then she rubbed a little soap on the tweezers for good measure before rinsing them as well.

  “So what’s your real name?” she asked as she probed for the end of the splinter.

  “Ow! My name is… Dammit!”

  “Your name is Dammit? Funny, after they way you’ve acted I would have sworn it was asshole.”

  “Go easy,” he muttered through clenched jaws.

  She dug one fingernail into his skin to anchor the end of the splinter while using the tweezers to grasp the other end protruding from a nasty-looking hole in his back. “Go on. You were about to reveal your true identity, Clark Kent.”

  “Nicolai Alexander Petroff. Most everyone calls me Nick. Except my grandmother. To her I’ve always been Nico. I’m named for her husband. He came over from Russia way back when it was still known as the USSR.”

  “So, what? You’re actually a double agent? A Russian spy masquerading as a Fed. Or maybe you’re the lost Romanov heir?”

  He laughed. “You do have a writer’s imagination. Nothing so glamorous. My grandfather was a scholar, a historian who had an opportunity to come to the U.S. to study. He met and fell in love with my grandmother here, and chose to stay. He loved his adopted country. Taught my father to love it too, and then me.”

  She gave a final tug and held up the splinter for him to see. “Done. You should probably take a hot shower now. I’ll see if I can find something to bandage it with afterwards.”

  He pounded on his chest with a fist. “I am Nicolai Petrovich. Beeg tough Cossack. I don’ need stinkin’ bandage.”

  “That’s the worst Russian accent I’ve ever heard.”

  “Funny. Most women love it. Of cours
e, that’s after I’ve gotten them to down a couple of shots of ice-cold vodka.”

  “Yeah, well, that’s another item this cabin is missing.”

  He stood up and she saw his eyes slide down her body, past the cleavage peeking out where the neck gaped, to linger on the hem of his shirt curving up high on her bare thigh. “I’m feeling a little weak. Maybe you’d better get in the shower with me—in case I faint or something.” He wiggled an eyebrow at her.

  She laughed in spite of herself. It was impossible to stay angry with him. The next moment, her breath caught in her throat as he slowly unzipped his jeans to reveal his cock, already jutting out stiff and proud. Last night she’d barely glimpsed it in the dark, so caught up in all the new erotic sensations he aroused in her that she never even touched it.

  Giving in to a wild impulse, she sank to her knees and ran her tongue around the head. Zander, no… Nico… groaned. Grabbing her hair with both fists, he held her head, guiding it slowly back and forth, urging her to take him deeper in her mouth.

  Suddenly, he pulled her head back and looked down into her eyes. “One thing you have to know about me. I’m a dom. When it comes to sex, it’s always my way. Getting down on your knees in front of me like this is good. But you will never again touch your dom’s cock without permission.”

  She shivered at the dark intensity in his voice.

  “Now say ‘yes, sir.’”

  Cass stared up at him. “You’re kidding, right?”

  He pulled her to her feet and bent her across his hip. Flipping up the hem of his shirt, he delivered two firm swats to her ass. Cass shrieked.

  “I never kid around when I’m being the dom. And trust me, right now this cock is definitely in dom mode.”

  His big hands began unbuttoning the silk shirt. “We’re going to get in the shower. I’m going to take my time washing every inch of you. After that, you’ll get down on your knees and lick me again. And then I’m taking you back to bed. Hell, I may even tie you up again. This time with your legs spread wide so I can do whatever I want to you—and you can’t do anything except scream when I make you come over and over.”

  His voice mesmerized her. He was saying things she’d always wanted to hear, but never knew it till this moment.

  “Now say ‘yes, sir.’”

  Her pussy spasmed. “Yes, sir.”

  Chapter Six

  Cass stood facing the wall, hands splayed on the tile. Water poured over her.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Trembling, she did as she was told. His hands slid down her back, cupping the twin cheeks of her bottom before delving between her legs. One soapy finger probed the tight pucker of her rear passage. She shuddered, overcome with need.

  He’d been teasing and tormenting her for what seemed like a lifetime. Soaping up his big hands, then running them over every inch of her body. Tweaking her nipples until they stood out in hard, dark peaks. She’d looked down at his head, sleek and wet. At his tongue, lapping up the water that poured in rivulets from the tip of her breast. He opened his mouth and took it in, sucking and biting, making her utter wordless little cries.

  Then he got down on his knees in front of her. Cass had a moment of panic. She didn’t follow the current fashion, shaving herself bare. Oh, she trimmed it a little. But her pussy was still half-hidden by hair. What if that turned him off?

  His fingers parted the silky mass of dark curls. He made a low hum of approval and flicked his tongue across her clit. Her knees went weak and she dug her fingers into his shoulders. That’s when he stood up and told her to turn around, facing the wall.

  Now his fingers were exploring every inch of her. Stroking her clit until it throbbed with yearning, sliding inside her pussy to mingle the hot water on his hands with her own hot, slick wetness. Even invading her tight bottom hole, just enough to leave her gasping for breath, wanting more. Needing more.

  His teeth nipped at her neck. “Turn around and get down on your knees. You’re gonna lick my balls and then suck my cock.”

  Cass sank to her knees. The water beat down on her head but she kept her eyes open. Wanting to imprint every image forever into her brain. The hard, sleek body looming over her. The length of him. The thickness. The veins standing out, already pulsing with need. She bent her head, cupping his sac in one hand while she ran her tongue from the tip of his cock all the way down to skim droplets of water from his balls.

  He groaned and sank his fists into her hair, guiding her lips to the head. Obediently, she took him in. He set the pace, hips thrusting forward and then back, fucking her mouth deeper with each stroke. She felt his body begin to quiver and sucked harder. But he pulled out.

  “Now it’s my turn,” he growled.

  He turned off the water and scooped her into his arms. He carried her to the bed, both of them dripping wet, and laid her in the center on her back. Grabbing the ropes he’d used last night to restrain her, he pulled her wrists over her head and tied them together, then fastened the other end of the rope around the center wooden spindle in the headboard.

  Cass never protested, even when he ordered her to spread her legs. He grabbed her ankles one at a time and tied them to the end posts at the foot of the bed. When he finished, he knelt between her legs, looking down at her with raw hunger in his eyes.

  “I’ve wanted to do this since the moment you walked into that room in Atlanta. You were all business on the outside—except for those fuck-me shoes you had on. The minute I saw them, I knew you were aching for someone to take over and fuck you like you’ve always wanted to be fucked.”

  He reached down with both hands, cupping her ass and bringing it up off the bed.

  His eyes bore into hers, hot and dark. “Tonight you’re going to get what you’ve always wanted.”

  He bent his head and buried his tongue in her pussy. His hands tightened, holding her locked in place as he moved up to lash her clit. Cass exploded, bucking and writhing on the bed.

  That first orgasm never really ended. It simply morphed into another and then another, each one taking her higher until she was screaming and tossing her head from side to side, her body quaking.

  Looming over her, all the weight of his body supported by one powerful arm, he took his cock in his other hand. Guiding it to the lips of her pussy, he dipped the head in. Then he bent forward and kissed her. It barely qualified as a kiss. More of a claiming, a complete possession. He crushed her mouth with his, at the same time driving his cock deep inside her.

  Cass would have screamed again but his tongue muffled any sound she made. She longed to wrap her legs around him, to hold him in her arms. But she couldn’t move. Her body was his to plunder, to take any way he wanted. All she could do was clench the walls of her pussy around him as he drove into her. The thought sent a shard of pure lust tearing through her. She dug her heels into the mattress and managed to raise her hips off the bed enough to grind her mound against him on his next thrust.

  He backed off instantly and looked down at her, eyes hard and dark.

  “You don’t get it. You. Are. Not. In. Control.”

  Cass nearly sobbed with need when he withdrew his cock. He reached down and untied her ankles, one at a time, raising her legs in the air and tying them again to the round knobs on top of the posts at the foot of the bed. He hips and ass hung suspended in the air, legs still splayed wide.

  “If I think your clit needs attention, I’ll be the one giving it. And if I want to play with something else instead, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

  He ran a hand between her legs, spreading the moisture from her dripping slit back to her ass. Then he started working his finger inside her tight bottom hole.

  She moaned and writhed around. But he kept going deeper. When he bent his head and fastened his mouth on her clit, she shattered. His tongue flicked back and forth over the tiny bud. Then he sucked it, all the while pumping his finger in and out of her ass. She strained against the ropes. Th
e realization that she truly couldn’t move, couldn’t get away, suddenly hit home. She was his to do with as he pleased and she had no choice. She had to submit. Her entire being centered on the wild waves building inside her. Conscious thought disappeared. Surrendering fully to his mastery, she gave in and let the orgasm rip through her body.

  He pulled out his finger, got back up on his knees, and plunged his cock into her quivering pussy. Wrapping his hands around her thighs, he held her immobile while he thrust into her over and over.

  “I can’t take any more. No more,” she gasped.

  “Yes, you can. I say you can.”

  Then the next moment, “Yes. Yesyesyes. Oh, God, yes!” Her pussy spasmed, tightening around him as the rhythmic contractions rocked her entire body. He gave a hoarse shout and with one last lunge buried himself deep. She felt his cock spurting inside her as he finally let himself come.

  * * *

  “I’ve always blamed myself. He said it was my fault and I guess he was right.”

  Cass sat up in bed, her head turned away. “I asked Trent to spank me. We’d been married for about three years. Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve had these fantasies. Imagined myself across a guy’s lap with my skirt pulled up and my panties down around my knees while he smacked me with his bare hand. I’d kick and squeal. But all the time, my pussy would be getting wetter and wetter.”

  She’d been lying beside him, quiet and still, when she suddenly sat up and began talking. Once she started, it was as though a dam burst. He’d seen it before, sometimes with fellow agents when they were facing life or death situations together. That need to bare one’s soul to another human being. Long hidden secrets pouring out, no longer able to be suppressed. She’d been rocked to the core over the last two days—abducted, punished, then dominated sexually beyond her wildest fantasies. Tonight, he’d held her for a long time after that last orgasm left her body shaking. Comforting her by his solid presence, whispering softly in her ear. But now Nico never said a word, knowing she simply needed to talk.