Found: Saved By Love, #2

By Jodi Kae

This is an erotic suspense novel.  Reader discretion is advised.  

A romance version is also available ISBN: 9781533784667

Jax knew the minute he saw a picture of Victoria James that she was going to turn his world upside down.  The possibility of her being the woman he is going to train as a submissive while undercover in a human sex trafficking organization, has his hormones in an uproar.  The physical pleasure they find with each other has to take a back seat to saving her life.  Will Tori forgive the lies he has to tell in order to get her to safety?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jodi Kae
• Release date: Aug 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536597738

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Saved by Love Series Book #2

Erotic suspense by

Jodi Kae

Found

Copyright © 2016 by Jodi Kae

Found is a work of fiction.  Any names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved

No part of this book may be distributed, reproduced, or transmitted in any form without the written permission of the author.

Dedication

To Jennifer, thank you for all of the endless hours of constructive criticism; for hating Jax in Lost and loving him in Found; for laughing with me, not at me, for my misuse of words.  Last but not least, for being the kind of friend who can read my books and not think less of me.  Thank you for ten years of a perfect friendship.

To Toni, thank you for being my biggest fan.  For begging me to write faster so you can find out what happens sooner than the release date.  I have been encouraged to keep writing knowing that people like you fell in love with my characters like I did.  Our 30-year friendship has outlasted most marriages and I look forward to another 30 years of being your friend.

Warning

This book contains material not suitable for readers under the age of 18.  Scenes of violence, graphic language, erotic content and other aspects that some may find disturbing are included.  If you would like to read the PG version of this same story, you will want to purchase the romance version.

Reader discretion is advised.

All of my books are meant to be stand-alone novels;

however, the storyline is best understood if read in order.

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Saved by Love Series

Book #1..................Lost

Book #2...............Found

Book #3..........Reunited

Book #4............Revenge

Book #5...........Betrayal

Book #6.....Redemption

Book #7......Deliverance

Contents 

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Warning

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Chapter One - Captive

Chapter Two – Stockholm syndrome

Chapter Three - Ploy

Chapter Four - Confusion

Chapter Five - Perception

Chapter Six – Introduction

Chapter Seven – Façade

Chapter Eight - Undermine

Chapter Nine - Deceive

Chapter Ten - Preserve

Chapter Eleven - Assure

Chapter Twelve – Re-signed

Chapter Thirteen - Satisfy

Chapter Fourteen - Shelter

Chapter Fifteen - Pacify

Chapter Sixteen - Regret

Chapter Seventeen - Appease

Chapter Eighteen - Comfort

Chapter Nineteen - Satisfy

Chapter Twenty - Crave

Chapter Twenty-one - Sustain

Chapter Twenty-two - Torture

Chapter Twenty-three - Recover

Chapter Twenty-four - Pleasure

Chapter Twenty-five - Release

Chapter Twenty-six - Promise

Chapter Twenty-seven - Bliss

Epilogue

Chapter One

Captive:

*a person who has been taken prisoner or an animal that has been confined.  *having no freedom to choose alternatives or to avoid something.  *controlled by and typically for the use of, an organization. 

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~Jax~

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Sitting in Cutters with a cigar in one hand and a whiskey in the other, I’m selectively listening to my partner, Troy Savage, drone on about the blonde at the bar. 

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Dude, come on, it’s just a little wager.  Real or fake? 

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I glance once more at the beautiful, extremely voluptuous, blonde, to see her lick her lips and smile seductively my way.  Real, I say, just so he will let it rest.  Sav stands up and throws a twenty on the table. 

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You’re on.  There is no way that she is blessed with that ass and real tits.  It’s either one or the other, not both. 

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The expression on his face tells me he doesn’t believe half the shit he just spouted.  The problem is, he’s always remembering the one that got away, and making comparisons to every woman he meets.   

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Except that one time.  He mumbles.

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I smile and watch him work as he walks up to the bar and slings his arm around the blonde.  He whispers something in her ear, and when she turns, she looks at me shyly.  Shit! He better not promise her the moon when I’m not interested tonight.  Besides, I’m pretty sure that woman doesn’t have a submissive bone in her body.  I can usually pick one from a mile away just by the way she carries herself.  This busty blonde shows way too much confidence to bow down to any man.  Sav reaches for her hand, pulling her off the stool and guides her over to our table. 

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Hey Jax, this is Sami, Sami this is Jax.  I’m going to be your sun tonight, and Jax will be your moon. 

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That stupid fucker!  Reaching forward and taking her hand, I place a kiss to her delicate knuckles.  My pleasure, Sami.  She blushes a rosy pink and Sav leads her into one of the back rooms.  I’m pretty sure Sav is getting his ass handed to him tonight; I might enjoy watching that show.

Troy Savage is an agent and my partner with the FBI.  He is also a womanizer and a damn good one at that.  Normally, I wouldn’t mind joining that little party, which is no doubt what he promised her.  Unfortunately, my mind is consumed with a green-eyed brunette who needs some saving of her own. 

After looking into a missing person case for Derek, a good friend of mine, and local P.I., my mind constantly wanders to the missing Victoria James.  Missing since April 15th, taken along with her sister Serenity James. 

Derek called me two days ago in a panic about some girl he found in the woods.  He claims she was barely clinging to life, so he took her to his hidden lair and has been playing doctor ever since.  She has amnesia so she can’t confirm my suspicions about who she is or what happened to her, but I have a pretty good idea.  From the little information Derek could give me about his own mystery guest, I am almost positive that he has Serenity James hidden away in his secret cabin on the mountain.  I hope I will find Victoria in The House if I’m not too late. 

My infiltration into The House started over a month ago when Sully, the organization’s boss, approached me one night at The X Club.  After watching me for twenty minutes work over a sub at the horse and then pound the hell out of her from behind, he planted the seed of a potentially lucrative job working with a certain type of woman.  During our first few meetings, and me convincing him that I didn’t give a shit about women’s rights, he was sure I was the Dom he’d been looking for.  I was desperate to see where this job led and hopefully put a few sadistic fucks behind bars.  I knew I had a case when he explained his underground sex trafficking ring, involving women who had no idea what they had signed on for, but eventually became willing participants; the willing part is probably a far stretch from the truth.  Sully had no idea that I worked for the FBI; no one in this scene does, so I’m going to enjoy watching the look on his face when I read him his rights.

After meeting with him several nights a week for a month, he asked me to train a sub under complicated circumstances.  That complication turned out to be sexual experience; she didn’t have any but needed to be trained to give pleasure. 

Sully also informed me that two of his guards had taken off with one of the products about a week ago, and he needed fresh eyes in The House to get things back to normal.  The two thieving guards were found dead.  However, his product was still missing.  He’s been out searching for the missing girl near Hartford Connecticut, about an hour from the crash site.  Hopefully, Derek will lay low until I can get him information or a positive I.D. on his mystery guest.  Once I am immersed into this organization and can identify Serenity or Victoria, we will bring Sully down.  That is where I’m headed on Monday, into The House. 

Ten minutes later, a mussed up Sav comes panting to my table just as a text dings on my phone.   

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Dude, you don’t get to keep the twenty, but she isn’t going to wait all night. 

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Sav’s words fade into background noise when I look down to read the incoming text.  TONIGHT.  Shit!  Sorry, Mate, gotta go.  I’ll see ya when I see ya.  Plan on Montauk by Sunday.  He curses behind me as I leave, but is sure to head back to the blonde and all will be right in his world.  At least until he realizes that the plastic blonde is a Dominatrix or he remembers what he’s trying to forget.

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~Tori~

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One week, six days and thirteen hours ago is when my nightmare started.  How one bad decision can turn into a lifetime of regrets is beyond my realm of thinking.  Your twenty-first birthday is supposed to be the best birthday, the most monumental, the most unforgettable birthday ever.  Well, it was, just not for the reasons people would think. 

Naked and terrified of them returning, I glance at my watch once again.  When my kidnappers stripped me of everything I own but my watch, I was baffled.  Now I know that this is how they have chosen to break me.  Every minute, every hour and every day or week that passes with no rescue in sight has me losing hope for any rescue at all.  When hope is lost, people tend to accept their lot in life for what it is. 

During the first week, I stared at the second hand on my watch as it went around and around until my vision became blurry.  Singing, Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse ran up the clock, over and over again, sent my guards into a rage.  On the fifth day, they took my cushion, my water, and food and left me alone for twelve hours, still with my watch.  Dying of thirst and discomfort was the first step of my undoing.  I have never been uncomfortable in my life.  I have a great home with a wonderful father and the best sister anyone could ask for.  Having trustworthy friends and surrounding myself with nice boys has made my life easy.  Not being prepared or taught, but being forced into learning that there is this kind of depravity in the world, is the second step to my undoing.

The door opens and Sir walks in.  Scrambling into position on my knees, legs spread wide with my hand’s palm up on top of my thighs and eyes cast down, pleases Sir. 

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Very good, Pet.  You are going to please your master greatly. 

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He walks towards me to stand in front of me so I can only see his shoes and then pats my head.  Chills race down my spine; I pray that he will stop touching me before I shiver in disgust. 

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Your new potential master has requested that your training becomes more sexual.  Even though his first request was for innocence, now he wishes for a little more experience.  He is very pleased by our videos showing your obedience, but now he wants to see you perform for a sexual dominant.  I’m pretty sure he is a voyeur, and your sole job will be to perform with others while he watches.  I’m giving you this information because I like you, Pet.  Your obedience makes me look good, and I want to prepare you for what comes next.  I’m hoping that you like me, too, and will reward me for my kindness.  

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With my silence, I hope he gets the message that I will never willingly touch this man or any others’ in this house for that matter.  I glance up, moving only my eyes, in time to see his fists clench and open several times.  Will he strike me this time for not agreeing to his sexual favors?  Nausea overwhelms me, and I gulp several times to keep the bile down. 

I have overheard several conversations that these men were to keep us intact, so I’ve always felt fairly safe in the knowledge that Sir would never touch me in a sexual way.  Now he is threatening my very sanity.  After the longest minute of my life, he finally breaks the silence.

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I am very sad to say that our time together has come to an end.  Your new guard is well versed in sexual dominance and is being brought in just for you. 

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OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod!  What in the hell has this world come to?  The thought of being forced into a sexual scene with a man who does this for a living has crippled my thought process, but what he says next is my final undoing. 

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Oh, by the way, I know that we told you that your sister was not taken when you were.  We lied. 

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My breath freezes in my lungs and black spots swim in my vision.  I remember standing at the curb waiting for a cab with Ren, and then I woke up here.  When I asked where she was, they told me she was not wanted, and they left her at the bar.  This one piece of information is what I’ve clung to for the last thirteen days. Knowing that she would never stop searching for me as long as there was breath in her body is the one thing that has kept me sane. 

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Unfortunately, she was not as trainable as you and perished in a car accident last week.  I’m sorry for your loss, but you must realize that this is one less person that will be looking for you so you might as well resign yourself to your fate. 

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He walks out saying nothing more, as I curl up on my cushion and die inside.

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~Jax~

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I call The House to give them a new contact number for me.  I don’t want any distractions while I work, so I had my old number disconnected.  Contact me on this number from now on,  I tell Tony.

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What’s your E.T.A.?  He barks into the phone. 

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About forty-five minutes if traffic stays clear.  Why? 

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Fucking Slim decided to divulge some info to the product you are training, and she has become unresponsive.  Not sure if she’s in shock or has mentally broke, but it’s bad. 

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How long has she been in this condition?  White knuckling the steering wheel for control keeps me from screaming at Tony, the guard in charge. 

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About seven hours.  She won’t eat or drink, barely blinks and hasn’t said a word since he told her that her sister is dead. 

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I hang up before I say anything that will make him suspicious.  Fuck!  I yell to no one in particular.  Pounding on my steering wheel as I race toward Montauk is the only thing that makes me feel better.  I need to get my aggression out before walking into The House and killing all these fuckers.  Needing to get myself mentally prepared, I have disconnected everything in my old life.  Nothing can be traced back to me, Jaxson Levi Wilson.  As far as The House is concerned, I am Jax Grant, the Aussie from America.  Keeping as much of your identity as close to the truth as possible makes it more believable and gives you less of a chance of screwing up.

Seriously! Who the fuck trained these bloody sons-a-bitches.  Submission is given freely, cooperation is earned, and threats are not a punishment that is effective.  Stepping on the gas to get there in record time is imperative to her health and safety.  These men seem to be quick triggers, and they might see her behavior as disobedience and punish her for it. 

The information he gives me about my trainee and now her sister, confirms that I will be dealing with Victoria James.  I already have an obsession with her after seeing her picture from the missing person’s website, and it’s going to be damn hard to stay professional and keep my cover.

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~Tori~

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Floating above my physical form is going to be the only way I survive what comes next.  What lies on the cushion is just a shell of the once vibrant me, a resigned body.  Product is what they call me, or Pet.  I feel nothing, not pain, not sorrow, not hunger or thirst.  Not really caring what happens to me next is the only way to feel.  With my sister dead, my father will soon follow.  The only reason he hangs on now is for us.  There will be no one to go back to, no one to live for and no one to love.  Even if I did find my way out of this place, there would be no one home.  I have nothing left, not even myself. 

Convincing myself just to do as they ask so they won’t hurt me, shames me to no end.  Why didn’t I fight?  I don’t have a valid answer for that question.  My sister is the fighter.  No wonder she is free.  Would death be preferable to this fate?  Yes! 

There are other women in this place who cry at night.  How many are there and how long have they been here?  I think one of the women has been raped by several guards, even though I haven’t seen it with my own eyes, I hear plenty.  She fought them off for as long as she could, I even think she may have been unconscious the first time they violated her.  I think that would be preferable.  Plugging my ears so I couldn’t hear the violence as I rocked in my corner makes me feel guilty that I didn’t cry out for them to stop.  Being deathly afraid that they would turn their aggression on me is what kept me quiet.  She now cries softly praying for death.  Will that be me when my new guard introduces me to sex for the first time?

Even though this place is hell, it is preferable to a foreign country where no one can find you.  I thought that if I were really good, they would keep me here, thus giving my family more time to find me.  I didn’t expect that they would be so pleased with my obedience that they would ramp up my training into a sexual nature.  These guards were told not to touch us sexually, but if we were to be punished, they were not to damage our faces.  Why would they bring in someone new to train me and teach me about sex?  Does the new guard have the permission to touch me sexually?  Will he expect me to have sex with him?  I dry heave several times, but I haven’t eaten for a while, so nothing comes up.

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~Jax~

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I find the address easy enough, but choose to park my SUV down by the docks and walk up the small rise to the mini mansion.  The House is what I expected; a renovated mid-century home turned into a warehouse for sex slaves.  The men are pigs.  They live like pigs, act like pigs and smell like pigs.  This house is worth a fortune in its current condition, except you would never know beneath the take-out containers of rotting food and dirty laundry scattered about.  It reeks of men who don’t shower often enough and sex.  God, I hope these men have followed orders and left these women intact.  I’m shown to a room upstairs with four bunks but decline those sleeping quarters.  If I’m here to train a slave, I will need to sleep where she sleeps.  They don’t argue and let me carry a mattress downstairs. 

The basement is in worse condition than the main floor.  This area looks like it wasn’t completed when they finished the house originally and didn’t get updated during the renovation either.  A large rug in place of carpet covers the concrete floor, and a black leather sectional occupies the center of the room.  The T.V. mounted on the wall is covered in dust, so I doubt anyone uses this room for entertainment.  There is a pool table that is fairly new on one side of the sectional, and the air hockey table on the other side of the room has a dartboard hung above it on the wall.

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Sully might change your plans when he gets here, but for now we were told to give you full reign over this particular product.  Trained properly, she is to bring us the best price yet. 

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Tony leads me to a door that hides my unwilling victim.  I prop my mattress on the wall and head back upstairs to find clean sheets and Lysol.  Who knows