A new owner

Kyle's eyes stared at her as she walked majestically into the restaurant. Her golden brown hair was at shoulder length. With pale, olive skin, her winter blue eyes shone brightly as she smiled at his direction for a split second.

He watched her keenly as she proceeded to grab a coffee. The food on his table no longer interested him, all he wanted was to have a taste of her.

''Got a new crush?'' Dustin teased, catching sight of him staring at her. Kyle reclined in his chair observing her slender body. She had the perfect shape and figure sex doll companies used as an example to make a replica.

''I want her.'' 

He stated plainly, not moving his gaze away. He was the almighty Kyle Caddel, and whatever he wanted, he got.

Dustin took a little sip from his glass, turning to stare at the woman who seemed to catch the fancy of his friend. She was attractive, fair enough, but he couldn't get why he felt so obsessed.

''Shall I get her for you?'' Watching him still staring without baiting an eyelid, he knew for sure he wanted her.

His mystery crush seemed to have gotten what she came for. He saw her beaming a smile at the waitress while turning to take her leave.

''I need you to bring her to me tonight.''

Her hips swayed in rhythm with every step she took. Kyle licked his lips in imaginary pleasure, wondering how it would feel to have her body pressed against his.

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''She's here, Boss.'' One of his boys announced, referring to his earlier mystery woman. A grin of excitement broke at the corner of his lips while throwing on a jacket over his broad shoulders.

''Get the girls to make the room ready. I want it to be everything next to perfection.''

He nodded at his order, dashing off to pass it to the others. Kyle took a cigarette from his full pack, and left it hanging in his mouth. Hearing several voices, he matched one with Dustin's and climbed down the stairs without delay.

Dustin was standing in his living room, but he was alone. A frown broke on Kyle's face, wondering where his girl was.

''Where is she?'' 

His eyes wandered around, but he knew he wasn't crazy. There was no sight of her anywhere.

''She was proving stubborn.'' Dustin explained, readjusting the navy blue suit he had on, ''So I had to find another way to bring her to you.''

He snapped his fingers twice, and two of Kyle's men walked into the room. They had someone cuffed in their possession, and her face was covered with a sack. He could hear her breathing hard and whining. Her wrists were already red, and looking hurt.

''Release her right now!'' he thundered in command at them, taking out his cigarette, and angry that they treated her like a criminal. They did as they were told without delay, and then he turned to Dustin, ''Why did you have to hurt her before bringing her to me? I had no intention of seeing any scar on her.''

Dustin muttered a word of apology to him, walking over to pull the sack covering her face. Kyle couldn't help but notice the sad look in her once happy blue eyes. Her lips were quivering, and her stare was as cold as death.

''Who… Who are you?'' her lips quivered at him, appearing soft and thin. He loved the sound of her voice - so angelic, yet brittle - like she was about to cry.

''I'm your new owner.''

He hoped he sounded clear enough, because that was the truth. She now belonged to him, and was going to remain in his possession for as long as he wanted.

She scoffed at him, finding his words funny and dumb. How could he claim to own her? When she wasn't a non living object.

''Look,'' her voice turned stern and warning, ''I don't know who the hell you are, and I don't even care to know.'' Kyle snickered at her choice of words, sooner it was going to sink into her. ''All I want right now is for you to let me go.'' Somehow, he loved the way she spoke with anger. It gave him a tingling sensation.

''I'm afraid that won't be possible.'' he stated factly, retrieving his cigarette back into his mouth while calling one of his men to light it up for him. ''You are mine now, and this is our home.''

"Thank you.'' he whispered to the person who gave his cigarette fire. He drew in some of it, and blew the smoke on her face gently, making her cough while trying to blow it away from her face.

She stared at his broad shoulders, with her eyes wandering around his exposed, hairy chest. A tiny gasp escaped her lips, and her mouth hung in the air at the sight of his nipples.

Leaning over her, she could feel their noses almost touching each other. She had no idea who this scary, yet attractive man was, but it appeared like he was well known and wealthy. It seemed to her that he was a leader of a gang – like a Mafia boss.

''What's your name, baby doll?''

His deep, husky voice asked her while staring with his haunting eyes. She swallowed hard, refusing to spill out the answer. Until she heard one of the men who had captured her, yell out with confidence, ''Her name is Theresa Thatcher.''

She exhaled noisily through pursed lips, feeling frustrated. How did they even find out about her? Were they hired to kill her?

Kyle cackled, slowly tilting his head backwards while watching the fear that was slowly taking over her whole body. This was what he loved and wanted. For her to shiver under the shadow of his presence, and submissive when he touched her.

"Tess…'' It kept lingering in his head until he was forced to say it out, ''I prefer calling you Tess.'' 

''I don't care what you think!'' Tess yelled out in frustration, gritting her teeth, ''Just let me go peacefully.''

Kyle moved closer to her and grabbed her roughly by the waist. The shock in her winter blue eyes were visible. His hands caressed her silky, soft skin while moving all the way to her thighs. She had a short, floral gown that stopped just above her knees, making her smooth thighs visible. 

''I own you now, Tess.'' he whispered in her ears gently, finding his way into her panties beneath her dress, ''Do you want me to make things clear to you here now, or you want some privacy together?''

He brushed his lips against her ears slightly, staring deep into her scared eyes as he shoved his index finger inside her panties, gently feeling her neatly shaved flesh. Tess struggled with her emotions and feelings. Realizing his men were still standing in the same room with them, and watching the whole situation, she pushed him away from her roughly.

Kyle smirked, watching her jerky movements. He knew for sure he had an effect on her, and he loved it.

''I knew you'd choose the latter.'' his voice sounded optimistic, taking another puff from h

is cigarette to blow in the air. Turning to Dustin, he commanded, ''Get the room ready for tonight.''