Found

by Jodi Kae

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  Ina’s information has me so confused. I have been trying to paint him as a bad guy, so I didn’t hold out hope that he really was trying to help me. She told me how much he is respected in the village; they consider him family. The little boy with the scar down his chest is only alive because of Jax. Tito is his name and he is Ina’s nephew. He was born with his heart on the outside of his body. Jax learned of the medical emergency while staying in the village five years ago when he and his Seal team rescued two teenage girls from militant soldiers. After the rescue, the team was on leave and staying in the village in this house he was given as payment. During his stay, Ina’s sister Marissa was taken to Limon due to complications during pregnancy. They discovered the defect during an ultrasound and told Marissa that her unborn son would not live. Jax made arrangements to have her flown to the United States to give birth so when Tito was born he could have surgery to repair his heart. Jax later informed the family that all cost incurred were taken care of.

  This man is a hero here. How can he be a hero here and a villain back home? I want so badly to believe what he has told me, but his lies have been so devastating.

  What would happen if I wiped the slate clean and followed my heart?

  Turning my body and with some slight maneuvering, I am straddling his lap. I slowly reach my hands around his neck and lower my lips to his. At first, he is frozen until my tongue barely touches his lip. His hands reach around me to grab my ass and pull me tight to his body. The thin barrier of his/my boxers does nothing to shield his excitement from me. Now that he has me where his body wants me, his hands slide sensuously up my body to cup my face. As he takes control of the kiss, I moan and move my hips to get some friction. I have come so close to losing my virginity to this man, however, never once did he take it that far. Maybe it was an act for the camera. Maybe he didn’t think I was ready, but I am not willing to wait any longer. If he turns out to be the evil monster I’ve believed he was, at least I can say I lost my v-card to someone who looks like a Viking god.

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  I stand up and carry her to my room. “Love, we don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. I will wait as long as it takes.” Her whispered words are my undoing.

  “Please don’t make me wait. I want to feel you and know the real Jaxon.”

  This is exquisite torture that I would happily endure for the rest of my life.

  “I need. Please, Jax.”

  I have never wanted to savor something so much in my life but my but I am now officially, sexually, emotionally and mentally addicted to Tori.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Shelter:

  *prevent someone from having to do or face something difficult or unpleasant. *Find refuge or take cover from bad weather. *A shielded or safe condition; protection

  Waking to the morning sun beating through the patio doors is relaxing. I stretch and I feel aches in every part of my body, right down to my toes, letting me know that last night really happened. Jax has given me pleasure before, although last night was like a full body seizure. The pleasure was so intense that it took several minutes for my fingers and toes to uncurl. I didn’t even know that was possible but he proved it was. The second time was just as magical.

  He is spooned behind me in his trademark position and it feels safe. He is like my own personal shelter. He wraps his body around mine as if he can keep away everything and anything that can harm me. There are three constants with Jax: spooning, feeding, lying.

  Desperately needing a shower, I slip out from under his arms and slide off the bed. The bathroom is small but it has been renovated. It is simple and clean and much safer to shower in than the bathroom at The House. Once the water is hot, I step inside and my whole body sighs in relief. The heat will soothe some of the aches. I got a look at him last night as he was climbing onto the bed, and just the sight of his body made me very nervous. The thought of how well he used that body part has me heating up in this already hot shower. Blocking out that thought, for now, I get busy washing my hair and body with this amazing coconut shampoo.

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  I hope last night was a turning point for us, and hopefully our future together. Having no experience in the relationship game, other than the relationship between a Dom and his Sub, has me unsure of how to act or behave. I’ve never had emotional connections to the Subs I trained at The X Club. Sure, I treated them kind and cared about their well-being, but I’ve never wanted to take them home and keep them.

  At twenty-one, my sexual tastes started to lean toward Dominance when I stumbled upon The X Club late one night. The vanilla relationships I had before then could no longer keep my interest. I made it through the front door but was stopped by Andrew, the owner. I couldn’t see much because the place was so dark, but the moans and screams of pleasure had me hooked. Andrew sent me away that night, but I came back, every night for the next two weeks, begging him to let me join. My team and I were scheduled to leave on a foreign search and rescue mission in two days, so he told me to come back when we were done. He said he would put me through training to see if I could make the cut. “Like an audition of sorts?” I’d asked. He laughed and said, “sort of like that.” That mission and several others kept us away for three years. I was twenty-four when I stepped back into The X Club and Andrew, along with Sandy the training Domme, welcomed me with open arms. Sandy was older than me by six years but had the body and face of a porn star. She had fun putting me through the ranks. She explained that everything I would do to a Sub would need to be done to me. I agreed to everything except penetration and in that aspect, I showed her exactly how it was done.

  With Tori, it would be fun to dabble in dominance, except I won’t take her to The X Club to be naked and on display. That will be for my viewing pleasure only. She is tenderhearted, and I can’t imagine her asking me to whip her until she cries. A flogger would be fun; it’s more like a thumping massage with a little sting to wake up the skin. Shit! Will I ever not be hard around Tori?

  I am extremely tempted to re-do our shower scene from the house, except this time with full penetration. She is probably sore as hell, so I’ll make her breakfast instead. As I walk into the living room, I’m shocked to see Savage and Snake passed out on my sofa and loveseat. Damn, I forgot they were coming last night, and I was so wrapped up in Tori, I didn’t even hear them come in. It looks like I’m makin’ breakfast for four.

  “They’re on the news.”

  Turning around from my imitation of Ina’s omelets, which aren’t turning out, I stare in shock at Snake. He is sitting up on the loveseat, rubbing his eyes and trying to stretch his back out from the crumpled position he slept in. “What do you mean?”

  “Tori’s dad. He’s been on the news pleading for his daughters’ safe return. He’s being helped by a private investigator named Sully, and offering a one hundred thousand dollar reward.”

  “Shit! Are you kidding me? Goddamn, son of a bitch! What did this P.I. look like?” It can’t be a coincidence that there are two bastards named Sully in the world.

  “Russian, long dark hair and beady brown eyes.”

  “Shit! Snake, they got to Tori’s dad.” A gasp has me looking up to see Tori standing in the short hallway that leads to my room.

  “Who got to my dad?”

  “Love, come sit down and have some breakfast. We will discuss this in a little bit.”

  “NO, JAX, WHO GOT TO MY DAD?”

  She screams so loud that Savage falls off the couch and hits the floor with a thud. The look on her face tells me that there can be no sugarcoating the situation. I’m going to have to tell her the truth, she’s going to make demands, and I’m going to be the bastard guard all over again when she doesn’t get what she wants.

  “Damn people! Can’t you take this sexual frustration out in the bedroom and leave us celibate folks to our wet dreams in peace? Now you’ve ruined the vision in my head created by the sounds coming from your room last night.”


  “Shut the hell up, Sav.” I curse him to hell and back. The look on Tori’s face is total humiliation. For her, this is probably no better than being a captive in the house and having guards watch our most intimate moments. She probably thinks I knew they were here. Tori closes her eyes and clenches her fist. I’m waiting for the explosion I know is coming.

  “I want to go home. Take me home, Jax!” She cries.

  “Love, I can’t take you home with this threat still lurking about.”

  “I want to go home, TAKE ME HOME!” She yells louder.

  “Love, if they have your dad, they are just baiting us. I will send Savage to check on him. He will report back to me, and we will decide what to do from there.”

  “I...Want...To...Go...HOME! My dad is in danger because your boss is pissed that you stole me from him. I would rather go back into that house and suffer for the rest of my life than have them hurt my dad. You did this to him! They want me back, SO MAKE A TRADE, JAX!” She screams at the top of her lungs.

  She has lost her bloody, damn mind if she thinks I’m taking her anywhere near those bastards. It’s a shock that this is what it took for her to speak her mind, but no way is she getting what she wants. She had cowed down to these bastards when it was only her life in peril, but bring her dad into danger, and she becomes the next champion female fighter. She is standing there stiff, with her fists balled tight, ready to take on the three of us if necessary, however, nothing she says will change my mind.

  “NO GODDAMN WAY, TORI! I will not be taking you anywhere near the U.S. anytime soon. You are not leaving here under any circumstances.” Shouting as loud as she did doesn’t make me feel any better when I see the tears streaming down her face. I was just trying to drive my point home, but I think I just reconstructed those walls that I tore down last night.

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  What have I done? I trusted that man with my heart and he shattered it into pieces with the final truth. I am still a slave, only now to Jax. This has to be the worst case of Stockholm syndrome known to man. I fell in love with my kidnapper, gave my virginity to this monster and will die trying to escape my Viking God. My life has no meaning. My dad’s safety is the only thing that means anything to me anymore. With one final look at my guard, I turn and walk back to his room. I will bide my time. He will eventually let down his guard, and I will make my move.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Pacify:

  *quell the anger, agitation, or excitement of. Bring peace to.

  “Well, that couldn’t have gone any worse.”

  Snake looks at me with pity. I’m sure I look like the pitiful creature I feel like. I feel like shit for yelling at Tori. I feel like shit for not explaining myself. I feel like shit for what I’m about to do next.

  “Mate, I need you to fly back to the states and gather the team. You’ll need to fly commercial so I can fly out at a moments notice in the jet. See what information you can find on Nicholas James’ whereabouts. Sully called me the night we left and threatened that he would have Serenity by nightfall. Any information you can get me on that too would be great. I don’t want you to make a move without talking to me first, but I need as much info as you can get. Savage, I need you to stay in Rio Banano with me. I’m going to have Ina set you up in the village so I can have some time alone with Tori. I don’t need your sarcastic, sexual comments butting into every conversation.”

  “Dude, you just need to tie her to your bed and screw her brains out for a week. Get her all tied up in pleasure and she’ll forget this conversation ever happened.”

  That’s Savs’ thinking for ya. “I appreciate the advice, coming from someone who lost his own soul mate, but if she’s tied up, it won’t be for pleasure. I’m sure I’m going to have to tie her up just to keep her from running. Leave Tori’s clothes you picked up for me and head to Ina’s. Her house is the first one you come to down the dirt road.

  Snake, I don’t have a phone so call the village store to get me info. Just ask for them to deliver me messages through the children. Please check in every day even if you don’t have any information; I think that will be the only way to pacify Tori. Come to think of it, call Sav’s phone.” I look to Troy, and he is shaking his head.

  “Disconnected.”

  Shit! I forgot that I told him to disconnect his phone before coming into The House. Sometimes the stupid ass does follow directions.

  “Good luck, Man. The truth wouldn’t seem so unbelievable if you woulda been honest in the first place.”

  I hate Snake right now. I walk both men out, mentally preparing myself for the confrontation ahead. Grabbing the shopping bags and heading for my room, I hope new clothes will soothe Tori’s anger. As I enter my room, I see Tori is curled up on my bed with her back to me. Pulling back the sheer canopy, I place the bags on the bed and proceed to pull out the clothing I asked Savage to get. Dammit! One bag is full of lingerie. Lacy, see thru, underwear; sheer baby doll nighties with thigh high stockings and crotch-less panties. I have to give it to him; he has good taste. However, his timing couldn’t be worse. In the other bags, I find sundresses, tank tops, short shorts, t-shirts, and jeans. “Love,......Savage brought you some clothes.” No response, shit! “I’ll just leave them on the bed so you can see what he picked up.”

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  After crying for about two hours, I get up, get dressed in daisy dukes and a tank top that looks like it would fit a twelve-year-old, and climb down the balcony. It sits about five feet off the ground, almost like this one-story hut is built on stilts. I wonder if this house sits in a flood area? Jax has left me alone for a while, and I don’t know where he is in the house, so I sneak through the woods until I clear the sightline of his property. Children come running as they see me enter the village, begging me to play with them. Tito is among them, and his big, brown eyes plead with me, so I can’t say no. He obviously worships Jax, and now by default, me. We play football/soccer for an hour and even though I’m young, I definitely do not have the energy they do. Even Tito runs circles around me and my heart swells with pride for this little fighter. He gives me hope that I can do anything I set my mind to, and I have decided that I’m going home. My heart will hurt leaving here, although I’m not sure if it will be the village children or Jax I will miss.

  Some of them speak broken English and have asked me to teach them all. We get paper and pencils from Ina and sit in a clearing by the woods for our first lesson. Although I am teaching them English, being around them and being forced to communicate mostly in Spanish, is improving that for me too. It is mid afternoon by the time Ina brings us tacos. She smiles at me, then mumbles, “necesitaba un reto, tu eres bueno para el.” (He needs a challenge; you are good for him.) I think that means, I’m a good challenge, I’m not really sure. The children just laugh at me and say I have a funny accent when I try to interpret it.

  The children make groans of frustration when we start working on the letter F, but when I look up, Jax is standing at the edge of the clearing. It’s not the letter they are frustrated with, but the fact that they realize that their day with me is over. I am pleased to know they are sad to see me go. When I stand, they hug my legs and kiss my hands, wave goodbye and run down the road.

  I slowly walk toward Jax with my head bent down, biding my time for the day I will leave him forever. He waits for me to pass and follows behind me back to his house without saying a word. Good, because I wasn’t planning on talking either.

  For several days, we follow the same routine; I sneak out the balcony doors; I play with the children and teach them afterward; Jax shows up and ruins our fun; Jax feeds me in his lap and spoons me every night. I know children come to the house at the end of every day and bring him notes, except he doesn’t share with me anything they say. I just follow unspoken orders, so he doesn’t get angry. I will try to keep the peace between us until it is time for me to go.

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  At night while she sleeps, I whisper my life story in her ear, hopin
g that her subconscious memory will hear me and know who I really am. My childhood was great, and I have one sister, Jana. She is older by five years and has two children; Alissa is five and Taylor is two. She lives in Fort Walton Beach, Fl. with her husband of thirteen years. Our parents were older when they started having children, and my dad passed away when he was seventy-two. My mom died six months later at seventy-one. My sister and I were well loved and lacked nothing, except more time.

  I joined the Navy at eighteen and retired from the Seals at twenty-six. I have been with the FBI for three years and have been too busy to have any long-term relationships. I don’t go into detail about The X Club because I don’t want to scare her off, and she already thinks I’m a controlling bastard.

  Apologizing proves difficult because I’m not really sorry that I lied and made the choices I did, just the reasons why I had to do it. I pray that someday she will understand. Every night I whisper new things in her ear, hoping to make her fall in love with me the way I am with her.

  The first day I realized she was gone from the house, I flew into a rage, breaking dishes and a kitchen window, until panic set in and I raced out of the house trying to find her. Ina stopped me on the road and pointed into the forest with her finger pressed to her lips. Tori sat in a clearing with at least thirty children surrounding her. They all had paper and pencils, writing away and following instructions. She was so beautiful, smiling and laughing with the children, trying to teach them the alphabet. I could only stand there and stare at her from a distance. This is her element; where she feels the most comfortable. I continue to let her come here because it seems to bring her peace and lessen her anger toward me. Will she ever feel this comfortable with me?

  She still climbs out the balcony doors, even though she knows I know she comes here every day. Her stubbornness makes me laugh. I only wish she could be that feisty with me. Any emotion would be preferable to what I get. She acts like she’s resigned to her fate and has given up all hope of happiness. Why can’t she be happy with me? At least this evening when I pick her up from the woods, the look on her face is not hatred I see. She even lets me take her hand on the way back to the house for dinner.