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Un-Kidnap Me: Billionaire Alpha Age Gap Romance (DOM for Hire Book 1)

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by Hazel Parker

Hey, dipshit, stay focused. You have a mission.

  “Did you talk to your mother?”

  Kaylie hesitated as if she couldn’t believe I was staying on task. It was a damn good thing she had no idea how much she was pushing my boundaries. Or maybe she did, and she was playing her own games too.

  It wasn’t out of the question with her.

  “Yes,” she finally said, almost sounding disappointed that I was not playing her game. “When the hell are we getting out of here? I want to go home.”

  I wasn’t any more of a fan of the answer that I was about to give her than I figured she would be.

  “We need the tension to clear and for the airspace around the island to open up some,” I said. “Your captor is very much interested in keeping you here, and I have to wait until he assumes you’re gone.”

  “And how long is that going to take?”

  I took a breath. She wasn’t going to like the answer. I didn’t like the answer. But we had no choice.

  “Couple of days, at least.”

  “A couple of days!”

  Kaylie had to jerk herself back from looking at me. Probably for the best; both of us would be in big trouble if she’d seen me. And believe it or not, I understood her frustration. I wanted her the fuck away from me, an extra ten million in my bank account, and the chance to not have Snake shooting at me. As hot as she was, there were plenty of other women I could get my rocks off to who were hot.

  But right now, goddamn.

  “You’re like James Bond, right?” she said, her voice starting to become emotional. “Don’t you have weapons? Can’t you just grab a gun and blaze your way out of here? You know, be a big bad hero?”

  She sniffed like she had a cold, but I was pretty sure she was trying to suppress tears.

  “Can’t you get me to my mother?”

  It was the lowest I’d seen her since I had rescued her. And her starting to cry made me feel…well, not sorry for her, but some small amount of sympathy. It wasn’t going to change any of my plans, but I had a measure of empathy for her.

  I was human, after all. I was a DOM, but I wasn’t a sociopath.

  But that didn’t change the plan.

  “It’s not that simple,” I said. “It doesn’t happen in real life like it does in the movies. If I do that, I’ll be dead in a matter of moments, and you’ll be captured right after. And when I’m gone, there won’t be many people who can do what I do.”

  But Kaylie scoffed.

  “You have to trust me.”

  “Trust you?”

  Apparently, I had said the worst possible thing. I might have done better telling her to shut the fuck up.

  “Let’s see. I can’t even see your face; you have me locked up in a room. I have no clue who you are. And I’m supposed to trust you?”

  “Jesus Christ, you think this is easy for me?” I said.

  I shouldn’t have said that. But Kaylie was making me think—and start to do—a lot of things I shouldn’t.

  “I’m here to rescue you and get you to safety. And yet every time I see you, you’re half-naked or hiking your towel up just barely enough to cover your ass. You had plenty of time to get dressed in here, and yet you ignored me.”

  “And you liked it.”

  Boy, we’re in some serious danger here. Put the kibosh on it before it gets out of control.

  “You had better be careful with that mouth of yours, Kaylie,” I said.

  “Why?” she said.

  She turned her head to the side. I gave her the benefit of the doubt that she could not see me, but I could see enough of her lips and her eyes to know that she was turned on by this moment. And that was fucking dangerous to me.

  It was like a lion seeing a potential mate in heat.

  “Are you wondering…”

  Oh fuck. That tone…it was sultry and seductive.

  “What my mouth might feel like around you?” she said.

  She laughed—almost sneeringly so—and turned her head back straight ahead. I might have been the DOM, but she knew how to play the part of provocateur quite well. It was…enticingly annoying.

  “On your lips?”

  She kicked her legs up. The towel started to slide off her ass. If I stared closely enough, I could see her pussy. I tried not to, but how the fuck had any man ever not stared at pussy when it was presented to him? How the fuck would any other man, in the entire world, not have taken Kaylie by now?

  It would take a goddamn monk to not break. And even he would have by now.

  “Around your…cock?”

  I gulped. No, no, no! I had to remain dutiful and follow the rules.

  “I do not do clients, Kaylie.”

  There was a momentary pause where I thought that all was well. But then Kaylie started to laugh, almost giggle, like the whole thing was just one big charade that deserved all the hysterics in the world.

  “What the hell is so funny, Kaylie?”

  “You don’t do clients?” she said. “How often have clients tried to sleep with you?”

  “That’s none of your concern.”

  “Something tells me that your clients aren’t like me,” she said, an unfortunately true statement. “I know what I am, Scott.”

  She knows my name? How the fuck?

  “I don’t know where you got that name from, Kaylie, but—”

  “My mom says a lot.”

  That bitch. Goddamnit. I don’t even want to…fuck, this whole mission is a mess.

  And this girl is still naked in front of me and daring me to take her.

  “All right, so you know my name,” I said, “but that’s all you’re going—”

  I cut myself off as she started to turn in the bed. This was going from excitingly dangerous to actually dangerous. She could not see my face…yet. But.

  It was getting close.

  “Why are you so afraid for me to look at you?”

  “It’s essential to the mission that you do not know what I look like!” I growled.

  Shit, why had I even come here in the first place? To check in on Kaylie and make sure she was doing fine after her call with her mom? It sure seemed like she was doing well. A little too well, in fact.

  “Put some clothes on,” I said. “I will be outside if you need help.”

  “I do need help,” she said. “I need help putting my clothes on. Won’t you be a gentleman, Scott, and help me?”

  My fists clenched. I had to fight what felt like a magnetic draw to go to Kaylie. My body wanted to turn, drag itself toward her, guided by my cock, and slide in her for a landing. It took far greater strength than I would ever admit to myself to not do that.

  “Put your damn clothes on, child,” I said with as much vitriol as I could. “This is not a date. This is a rescue mission. Save yourself for your boyfriend if you’re that horny.”

  “That guy?” Kaylie said with a laugh. “I haven’t thought of him since the kidnapping. He’s not as handsome as you. He’s—”

  I opened the door and shut it behind me, pressing my back up against it, like a man who had just barely escaped a tiger and needed to catch his breath.

  This was not good. I still had to get Kaylie off the island. Even if we had moments where we’d have to elude gunfire and danger on the way, there would still be moments when it was just the two of us and we had nothing imminent. All our time in this safehouse. Time on the private jet. Time getting from the jet to a rendezvous point if that happened.

  Sex didn’t need a week’s worth of time. It just needed a small window. And we had far too many of those.

  “Scott!” Kaylie yelled from the room, drawing my name out like she was begging for me. “Don’t do this to me! I’ve been held captive for two weeks and my sex drive is through the roof!”

  Ignore her, ignore her, ignore her.

  “I masturbated in the shower thinking about you,” she said.

  Fuck! She did too? She can’t know what I did. This little brat…

  “I need to know y
ou can do it as well as I think you can,” she said. “Are you man enough? Are you strong enough to—”

  Fuck.

  I opened the door. Aggressively. I could not control—

  No.

  The door opened. Kaylie, wisely, still had her eyes turned away from me. Had they fallen upon me, I would have fretted enough to kill the sexual tension, and in a way, maybe it would have been for the best.

  But that bare, firm ass just sat there, as if calling to me. It was a gift from the gods, and I could not ignore its offering.

  “I thought your mother said you were a good girl,” I said.

  I hadn’t meant it sexually. But I should have known better. Kaylie would take any pretense of sexual suggestion and use it to her advantage.

  “Oh, I’m not as good as she thinks,” she said as she pushed her hips back, extending her ass into the air and at me. “I’m a very bad girl.”

  I could not help myself. Fuck…

  I had to make a choice. Shut the door, go back to my room, and masturbate all night in the shower until I drained my balls. Or I could just fucking take it, ignore the fact that I was violating every DOM rule in the book, and let my desire to dominate take over. No one would ever know, and Kaylie would be smart enough to keep her mouth shut.

  I hoped.

  “Scott,” she said, now overtly wiggling her ass and bouncing it as if I was taking her doggy style from behind. “Can you let me show you how I’m a bad girl?”

  That was it.

  “No,” I said.

  I shut the door.

  I was still in her room.

  “Because I’m going to show you how bad of a man I am.”

  I came up behind her and firmly grabbed her hips. She let out a yip of surprise. Playtime was officially fucking over.

  “Don’t you fucking dare turn around.”

  She had unlocked the beast within me. It was her own damn fault. The beast didn’t care about rules. The beast had no commitment. No rules. No family. No friends.

  Just a desire to fuck.

  No.

  No!

  I’d made it so far without ever violating my rules. I wasn’t going to let some catty twenty-five-year-old have her way with me.

  “Because if you do, I’ll blindfold you for the rest of the trip,” I said, taking my hands off her skin—God, as good at that felt.

  “What is your deal?” she said, genuinely sounding confused.

  “I have three rules,” I said, folding my arms and trying to sound gruff, trying not to let my hardened dick guide me. “My agency does not exist. We have no family, no friends, and no commitments. And most of all, we do not sleep with clients.”

  “So, let me get this straight. You live a lonely, loveless life? That sounds so fun.”

  I’d heard that line before. It had no impact on me.

  “Don’t worry, I have no intention of falling in love with he who has no face.”

  OK, well, shit. Now she’s saying she wouldn’t fall for me…

  “I don’t even know what you look like, Scott. You can’t possibly be that good that I fall immediately in love with you.”

  Oh, don’t you fucking dare. Don’t you fucking dare tempt me like this, you evil bitch. You call into question my skills, I will show you something you have never even approached feeling.

  “I might be young, but I’m not stupid.”

  “Maybe, but that doesn’t mean you have any idea of what I could do,” I said. I wasn’t grabbing her hips again, but I was close enough that if I didn’t have pants on, my cock would probably be poking her ass. And then I leaned forward, just inches from her ear. “You want to find out, don’t you?”

  She shuddered. She tried to find the words, but she kept stumbling over them. She hadn’t expected me to move so drastically like this, to get as close as I had to her ears. In her defense, I hadn’t even thought I’d do it.

  But we were about five minutes past doing things that I thought I would ever do.

  “If I am going to live with you for the next few days,” she finally said, her mouth sounding as dry as the desert, “I…Scott…”

  “No,” I said. “You will not call me Scott. That is for your mother to know and you not. You will call me sir.”

  “Sir?” she said, half-afraid, half-incredulous. “I don’t think so, buddy.”

  “I promise you,” I said. “I am not your buddy.”

  The tension was thick. My heart was racing, and I could literally feel my pulse pounding through my veins. Everything about me screamed, “Just take this little bitch, now.” Only a small part of my brain, the rational part that could never quite be vanquished, screamed no.

  “If I’m not your buddy,” she said, “then why don’t you show me what you are—”

  I didn’t give her a chance to say anything more. I grabbed her arms and pulled her up. Her naked back pressed against my chest. All I had to do was slide my hands up a few inches and her breasts, her stomach, her pussy would all be mine. I didn’t need to tie her up or wrap my arms around her to have complete control over her right now. She was, for all intents and purposes, pinned against my body.

  I knew she felt my erect cock against her ass. Judging by all the goosebumps rising across her skin, she liked it. And I knew that I was now in my element. I was now in my spot as a DOM.

  “If you want me to stop, I will,” I said. “But if you don’t say anything, I am going to have my way with you.”

  She gasped for air as I spoke hot breath into her hair. I looked around the room, my whole body nearly shaking. I never got this way. But too late now.

  I took off my shirt. Kaylie probably thought I was getting naked. Well, she was partially right. But not for the reasons she thought.

  I wrapped the shirt around the top of her head, tied it behind her, and blindfolded her. And then I turned her around and shoved her onto the bed, looking at her naked front.

  I could not wait to claim her, to make her mine.

  Chapter 10: Kaylie

  I was either going to get the greatest sex of my life, or I was about to be in for an enormous letdown.

  Actually, no. Just the tension of the moment, the buildup of it, the arousal of it all pretty much guaranteed I was about to have the greatest sex of my life.

  I’d always been something of a tease. I loved pushing people’s boundaries and seeing how far I could drag them along. But I had never had someone who pushed back and threatened to have their way with me like Scott was. I had once thought that if I ever ran into someone this dominant, it would shut me up.

  Instead, it only encouraged me further. I had no idea what this man was capable of, but if my mind had begged for moderation and calm, my mouth had just kept going. It was like my body was telling my mouth what to say, not my mind.

  It was the only explanation I had for why I now found myself blindfolded in a complete stranger’s home, naked, on my back with my legs spread, and feeling so aroused and wet that he could probably just breathe on my clit and I would come.

  “You need to understand something right now, Kaylie,” he said. “This has never happened before, and this is against my professional standards. After we do this, we can never let this happen again. Ever. Do I make myself clear?”

  With just about anyone else, I knew how the game was played. “Just this once” turned into “OK, but no more after this,” which turned into “I can’t fucking get enough of you.”

  But somehow, with this Scott agent guy, I knew from his harsh and cold but even-keeled tone that he meant business.

  “I get it, I get it,” I said. “It’s not like I want an engagement ring from you, buddy.”

  “I am not buddy,” he said. He halted his words, and in the silence, even though I could not see anything, I swore I felt him smiling with confidence. “And I am not to be called sir anymore. You will call me Daddy.”

  I had no chance to respond or have that wash over me. Because in a second, Daddy’s bare chest and jeans were pressing up ag
ainst my naked body. His lips went to my neck. And I was utterly powerless to do anything about the moment.

  And I was more than happy to submit right now.

  He kissed slowly, moving over every inch of my body. Goosebumps erupted wherever he kissed me, from my neck to my collarbone and down to my breasts. He moved smoothly and slowly, never rushing from one spot to the next, in complete control with me. I tried to kiss him on the lips, but he never let me get near; whenever I lifted my head, he took one of his hands and held me down. He kissed me all around, but that was not to be.

  After he’d had his fun kissing me on my face and breasts, he moved down to my stomach. I started to quiver with anticipation. Was this going to be it? The moment when he got to the goods? To the spot where he would actually make me come? Could he do it? Would he do it?

  He kissed my belly button. He kissed an inch below. Two inches below. I was pulsing already, and he hadn’t even touched me. He brushed his fingers over my hairs…

  And then his kisses went by, going to my hips, then my thighs, and down my legs.

  “Oh, not fair—”

  “Daddy decides when that happens.”

  I gulped. I could see why he was an agent. He had complete control over everything, and I was more than willing to surrender.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He chuckled in the way that a villain might when he got his way.

  “Good girl.”

  I shivered. If anyone could make me come with words alone, Daddy was the one to make me do it.

  He went down my left leg and moved over to my right, and started getting closer and closer to my pussy. Once more, the tension swelled. Surely, this would be the moment, right? He’d practically kissed every square inch of my body up to this point! What more…

  And then, right when I thought he was going to kiss me there, he forcefully flipped me on my stomach.

  “Not—”

  I tried to sit up. Scott pushed me right back down.

  “You’re going to be punished for that,” he growled, and with that, he delivered a swift slap to my ass.

  I let out a yip of surprise. My whole body tingled. My ass was numb for a second.

  But when the feeling came back…it felt good. Really fucking good. Like, I was about to sit up, blindfolded or not, try and slam Scott to the bed, and sit on his face and force him to eat me out.

 

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