by Jenna Rose
I could feel my cock pumping between my legs and shifted my stance as it started to swell into a full erection.
What the fuck is happening to me?
Suddenly, I felt furious that there was anyone else in the room to witness this beautiful creature, this goddess, this untouched beauty. I raged as I thought about how many men had checked out her ass in those skin-tight pants while she was on the way here, or how many of them had tried to catch a glimpse of a nipple through that shirt of hers. I was already right on the fucking edge, feeling something I’d never felt before; jealousy. And when Rufus made a sound beside me, I almost lost it.
No, scumbag. You don’t get to look at her.
“You know what I didn’t tell you, Kai?” he whispered into my ear. “I’m not just down here to show off the company to you. I’m here to do a molding myself—personally. And I think I just made the easiest decision of my life on who it’s going to be today.”
I don’t fucking think so. She’s mine.
“Everybody out!” I shouted so loudly that two of the girls screeched and almost fell out of their seats. Even Rufus backed away a step.
“Boss...?”
“You heard me,” I repeated. “Everybody out!”
The girls got up and began to filter out, and after giving me a look like I’d lost my mind, Rufus did the same. But as she turned to go, my beauty, my goddess, I pointed at her and growled.
“No. Not you.”
Chapter Three
Gwen
No. Not you.
Had I heard that right? Who was this man and why was he pointing at me? Had I done something wrong? All I’d done was answered the ad and come down to the office when they told me to.
This was a mistake.
His eyes were piercing, like one of those FBI interrogators you see on a crime show. He was dressed semi-casual—jeans and a Henley, but the watch on his wrist and the loafers he was wearing screamed this man was wealthy. His chest was practically heaving as well, like he’d just finished running a mile. He was terrifying, but gorgeous at the same time, and he stared at me for so long that I started to think he was waiting for me to speak. But he waited until everyone had left the room and then he spoke.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
His voice was low, strong and angry. I had no idea why. What could I have done?
“I—they told me to come here!” I replied.
“They?” he spat. “Who’s they?”
“I don’t know,” I stammered. “Whoever answered the e-mail from the ad! I have it right here on my phone—”
“The ad? You actually responded to the ad to come be cast and made into one of our dolls?”
Now I really felt as though I was being questioned like I was a suspect of a crime or something.
“Yes…” I replied cautiously as he took a step forward. Suddenly, my heart was racing like I was staring into the eyes of a wolf. “It seemed like...easy money.”
“Easy money?” he scoffed. “What—to have some scumbag’s hands all over your body and turn you into—into a fuck toy for some other scumbag to use whenever he pleases?”
“I—it wouldn’t have my face on it, right?”
“That guy who just left?” he nodded towards the door. “He was going to be the one to cast you. You know that means his hands would be all over you, right?”
I didn’t know what to say as he stepped forward again. I could feel his body heat and smell the slightest hint of his musk beneath whatever designer cologne he was wearing. I opened my mouth, not even sure what I was going to say, but that’s when it happened.
The strange man lunged forward, snatched me with one arm around my waist and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed absolutely nothing.
“W—what are you doing?” I screamed as he put his foot against the door and almost knocked it off his hinges.
“You can’t be here,” he growled as he hauled me towards the front door like a sack of potatoes.
“Let go of me!” I yelped as we passed the front desk. Where was the secretary? Where was the other guy? The other girls? “Let go!”
“Quiet,” he growled as he carried me outside where a black car was waiting.
What is this? Am I being kidnapped?
I struggled but his strength was simply overpowering. I was nothing compared to him. His bicep muscle was like an iron vise around my midsection, practically squeezing the air out of me. I swung my fist into his stomach, hoping to knock the wind out of him and allow myself an escape, but the impact actually hurt me. It was like slamming my hand into a slab of concrete—that’s how hard his abs were.
“Don’t do that,” he snarled. “You’ll only hurt yourself.”
He reached into his pocket with his other hand and pressed something that caused the back door to the impressive sedan to open. I cried out one last time as he bent down and tossed me into the back seat. I fought as hard as I could to grab onto something, anything to keep me from being pushed inside, but I was simply outmatched. This man was too strong. There was nothing I could do.
He got in next to me, and I tugged the handle of the opposite door, but it didn’t budge. I tried to scream again, but before I could, he stuffed something in my mouth.
A sock? I thought, feeling revolted. Thankfully it wasn’t a sock—it was just a t-shirt, and a new one at that. A driver poked his head around from the front seat, and I thought for just a moment that I may have found salvation, but the man only smiled.
“Into BDSM now, boss?” he chuckled as he started the car. “Where you taking her?”
“Take me to the plane, Bruno. We’re getting the fuck out of here.”
Chapter Four
Kai
Out of here…I thought as we pulled up to the jet. One of the perks of being a billionaire; the plane left when you were ready, not the other way around.
My little doll had stopped squirming against my iron grip after a few minutes once she realized her situation. And that was good. I didn’t want her hurting herself by struggling too hard. But despite the fact that she’d stopped fighting me, I still hadn’t told her my true intentions. I trusted Bruno, but with everything going on with the company right now, it was impossible to know who I could really trust. As long as he, and everyone else, thought my princess was just another girl then she would be safe. Once we were alone—then I could tell her everything.
I’d stopped her from becoming a doll. Now she was my doll, and no other man’s hands would be on her ever again.
As we pulled up to park, I leaned down over her and inhaled deeply. She smelled so fucking sweet. All I could think about was spreading her wide open and burying my nose in her before slipping my tongue into her sweetest spot and giving her all the pleasure she could handle before taking her completely and fully. She wouldn’t be innocent anymore, would she?
She wriggled back slightly as I ran my lips up the soft skin of her shoulder to her neck and her earlobe. She shivered and I would have brought my lips to hers if her mouth hadn’t been stuffed with my Forte Industries t-shirt.
Fucking naïve college girl, I thought angrily. Don’t they teach girls anything these days?
What the Hell was she thinking even applying to an ad like that, let alone going through with it? With her looks, she could easily have had a man on the hook, or several, paying out their asses just to spend time with her, let alone fuck her!
I growled again as I thought about the idea of another man being with her. I felt an actual pain in my chest and pushed the image of some college jock douche with his hands all over her from my mind.
Fuck no! By the time I’m done with her, she won’t even look at those guys—or any at all.
She was the key—the spark that I knew I’d been missing and had just wandered into my life and turned it upside down. I didn’t even fucking know her name or where she’d come from or why she had decided to have herself cast as one of those fucking dolls!
I was a man who had everythin
g. Cars, homes, wealth beyond imagination, but all I wanted right now was her.
She was everything I could have imagined. She was fierce—I could see that by the way she’d fought me and the way her eyes were focused on me. She was innocent too and needed a guiding hand in her life. And on top it all off, she was drop-dead sexy. Soft, silky skin, plush lips that were begging to be kissed, and a body that would not be complete without every inch of my thick cock inside of it.
I realized I was staring, lost, hypnotized by her body, her mere presence. The Ed Sheeran song, “Shape of You” came to mind. She wasn’t squirming around anymore, and I realized just how much I wanted to hear her voice. I put both hands on either side of her head and looked straight into her eyes.
“If I take this out of your mouth,” I said firmly. “Are you going to scream?”
She paused a moment, then shook her head. She wanted me to believe her, but while her body said no, her eyes said yes. The minute I took that t-shirt out of her mouth she would scream like a banshee, maybe even try to bite me. I smiled.
“No. No, I don’t believe you.”
As I got out of the car, she started writhing around again. But where was she gonna go? I went around to her side, opened the door and threw her back over my shoulder. The pilots were waiting for me as I took the steps up to my own private plane, and both smirked at each other as I passed.
Just another crazy billionaire up to some crazy shit! That’s what they were thinking.
“Hey, boys.”
“Evening, Mr. Forte. Where to?”
“The mountain home,” I replied as I boarded. “Pronto.”
The cabin was empty, of course. I wasn’t selling tickets. This was my flight, as private as it gets. All the same, I headed straight for the back—my private quarters, tossed my brand new princess down on the bed and locked the door behind us.
She reached for the gag, but I was on her instantly and grabbed both of her wrists with one of my hands and pinned them to the bed. She tried to knee me in the balls, but I got out of the way just in time. The other knee came up and hit me in the chest, but I just pressed down against her and stopped her from moving.
I can feel it beneath me—her soft, succulent body beneath those sheer clothes that were doing their best to hide her curves from me but failing miserably.
I was on fire for her…
The pilot started to bring the engines up, and my cock began to rise as we barreled down the runway, and as I felt the plane lift off, I was at full fucking mast, barely able to contain myself. Her breasts heaved against me and I pictured them exposed, dripping with my cum or wrapped around my cock before I blew my load all over those delicious lips of hers.
The fucking things I’ll do to you…
I undid the top button of my pants, giving my massive erection a little bit of breathing room, and wondered what her pretty little pussy looked like, barely hidden beneath those sheer yoga pants she was wearing.
Did she trim? Did she shave? Was she au naturel? Maybe a little landing strip?
The last thought ruined everything. Anger flooded through me. If she was shaving into anything—a landing strip, a little diamond or a tiny bush above her sweet little clit—that meant she was doing it for someone.
Someone not me…
I had to make my move. She was on the plane, so ungagging her wouldn’t matter now—at least to anything other than my eardrums if she decided to start howling. She was warm. I wanted nothing more than to spread those legs of hers and find out the answer to my question.
“Okay, little doll,” I whispered. “I’m going to take this out of your mouth now. There’s no use screaming. No one can hear you up here, okay? So save us both the trouble and don’t.”
She did something like a nod, and I used my free hand to pull the t-shirt from her lips.
“What the fuck?” she shouted. Before she could finish, I stuffed the gag right back into her mouth.
“What did I say about screaming?” I asked her. She sighed and I felt her beasts shift against my chest, causing my cock to twitch beneath my pants. All I wanted was to be inside her, to claim that pretty little pussy and show her that she was mine. “I’m going to remove this again. Inside voices, or I’ll leave it there for the remainder of the flight.”
I pulled the gag out again and tossed it aside. She’d be quiet this time. I was sure of it.
“I said, what the fuck? You fucking kidnapped me!”
“Mmm, more or less, yes.”
“More or less?” she snarled. “There’s no less to it. You fucking threw me over your shoulder like some goddamn caveman and brought me here! What do you think? Because you’re some big time rich, handsome asshole you can do whatever you want!?”
“Handsome asshole?” I smiled.
My beautiful little doll twisted her lips. She’d let it slip and now there was no taking it back.
“You should thank me for what I did.”
“Thank you?” she replied. “Why would I ever thank you for fucking kidnapping me?”
“You should thank me for stopping you from making a decision you’d regret for the rest of your life! Getting your body cast to be a sex doll? What were you thinking?”
Even her frown was beautiful. She looked like a bratty little girl who needed to be taught about the world.
“I was thinking I need the money!” she replied. “Now, are you going to get off me already? Like you said before, I’m not going anywhere, unless you have a parachute hidden somewhere around here.”
She was sassy. I loved it. Bratty little girl who needed to be tamed and claimed and I was the only man to do it. And she was right; she wasn’t going anywhere now.
But how could I let her up when we were so close? I could feel her body against mine, smell her scent in my nose and feel the gravity and pull of her sexuality practically begging me to take her and ravish every inch of her beautiful body. Our eyes locked and I felt my heart jump and my dick twitch at the exact same time.
No matter how innocent she was now, I was going to change that.
But even more than that, I realized that as we locked eyes, I could feel her heartbeat through my chest. She wasn’t backing away from me anymore—she was pressing up against me. Her mouth wasn’t clenched in a frown anymore either. Her lips were open slightly, glistening as if ready for a kiss.
I leaned in and she didn’t pull away. Our lips met and my whole world shifted.
Holy fuck…
But no sooner had it begun than it was over. She twisted her head away from me, breaking our embrace as well as our gaze.
“Get off me, please,” she asked. But her voice wasn’t as angry as before. No—it was ashamed. Ashamed of falling for the man who’d just taken her hostage.
Chapter Five
Gwen
My head was spinning. I’d just kissed a gorgeous, sexy, undeniably dangerous stranger who’d had no problem kidnapping me. Every part of my body was on fire for him. I hated myself for wanting him, but I couldn’t help myself. I craved him with every fiber of my being.
I loved the way he’d held me when he’d thrown me over his shoulder, his strength completely overpowering me. His muscled, sculpted body was like something out of a magazine, and his powerful grip on my wrists letting me know that I couldn’t go anywhere—that I was completely under his control—was something I’d never even known would turn me on, never even known I wanted, until now…
All I could think about was him holding my wrists with one hand while he used his free hand to tear my clothes off and reveal my secret.
I was wet, and I don’t mean just a little bit either. I was absolutely dripping, completely ready to be taken by him, and if I hadn’t been wearing black pants, he would have been able to see it for himself.
Holy shit, Gwen. You don’t even know his name!
He was obviously someone important in this company—probably the CEO—but that didn’t mean he was safe. He could be like Christian Bale in American Psycho, ru
nning around murdering people in his spare time, or some psycho who got off on capturing and torturing girls and had done this countless times before! And despite all that, my body was aching for more of his touch.
I’d told him to get off of me, but actually felt disappointed when he did. As he rolled to the side, I had the urge to wrap my arms around him and pull him back so I could feel his muscled chest and chiseled abs against my body again. This gorgeous stranger had come into my life and blown it into pieces. When I turned to look at him, and our eyes met again, I started to feel lightheaded.
“Tell me something, my little doll,” he said. “What’s your name?”
“Gwen. My name’s Gwen.”
“Gwen,” he mused with a smile like he was tasting my name against his tongue. “I’m Kai. Kai Forte.”
Kai Forte, billionaire CEO of Forte Industries. I remember reading something online about his dad passing away recently and him inheriting the company. He was something of a playboy prior to that. He brushed a strand of hair from my cheek and I did my best not to let him hear my moan.
“Gwen. My little doll.”
My lips hung open, begging for his kiss. A heat for him swelled inside of me.
“I’m not a doll,” I replied.
“No, you’re not a doll,” he agreed. “I put a stop to that. But you’re my doll now.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but he leaned in and brought his lips to my neck, teasing me with the anticipation of a kiss that didn’t come. I felt him sniff me, and it stirred a primal sensation in me that I hadn’t even known existed. It was like he was probing my pheromones to see if I was worthy of being his mate.
I am…yes, I am.
My head spun again, like a boat tossed in the center of a hurricane, as his lips traced across my jawline and returned to my mouth. And then he was kissing me again. I writhed against the bed, crying out for his touch, begging for him to enter me.