Make You Mine 1

Chapter 1: Making you Mine

Although she was trying to not bite her lip until it was bleeding or dig her nails into her clenched fists, her prideful stubborn brain couldn't stop her body from shaking at her humiliation with being stripped naked and exposed in broad daylight to be judged by this silent stranger with the whip standing in front of her. Her whole being was acutely aware that her safety and life was at risk, but yet her body seemed to be more focused on whether there was desire and heat mixed in that angry fire shining in the eyes of her captor. Was there pleasure at her desire for him and yearning for more from her that she was seeing reflecting back at her?

Her nipples tightened and swelled when his glaze slid down her body slowly as if he was running his tongue across every curve his eyes laid upon. Her skin burned where his dry callousness brushed against her cool smoothness. Her knees went weak when he reached and laid his hand firmly but tenderly on her thigh. Her pussy shivered as he turned her dangling body to see every part of her sun kissed skin, slowly of course, at his leisure. His thumb started tracing her curves across her stomach and back to her thigh. She held her breath as he walked around her tense and expectant body. She felt the heat throbbing between her thighs and the rhythmic twitching of her clit begging for that thumb to come a bit lower. If only he would say something!! Break this seductive spell!! The silence was a building frustrating seduction all of itself.

She could admit that the danger and excitement of this day was driving her sex drive into overdrive. She had discovered long ago that she only felt lust or desire for a man that could rip the power from her body and mind that she strongly clenched too. A man would have to dominate her body but in a way that made her stronger and want to give herself to him. She hadn't found a man in a long time that actually sparked that fire in her loins or caused her to think he might be man enough to make her want to be taken and owned by him. No man was "man" enough to take her on and match her in life or the bedroom. Her body was on fire knowing that the man that had her in this very exposed state at the moment was most likely the only man to ever make her feel like she was completely out of control. And dammit!!! This was the only man that could not fill that role!!! She has to stay in control here! Her life actually depended on it!

Even with the tantalizing tease of a passionate and domination unlike anything she had ever felt or possibly would feel again, her anger roared inside her tight chest. She wouldn't be tamed this easily. This 6'9" pure sex God couldn't get her to crack. If he realized he already had her motor purring and ready to go from zero to sixty she would never get out of here with her heart unscathed. He was not the type to commit for life. And heaven knows it would destroy every bit of her hard earned shell if he were to discard her afterwards. He was too risky, too dangerous, to her heart no matter how much her body begged to let him use it for his ultimate pleasure.

His voice. Through the screaming panic in her head, she heard the most deep velvety voice that she had ever had the fortune to crumble too. My God, was there anything not pure sex about this man?

After tuning in to his words though, her desire quickly faded and turned into disbelief.

She didn't need to pretend outrage or even shock at the words she was hearing. She knew he could tell that she was seething. There was absolutely no way in hell that she would ever agree to be his come to life version of a blow up doll. She most certainly was not going to let him fuck her whenever he desired as he just stated, and she definitely wasn't going to keep her "sexy little red lips zipped". Even if she wanted too, she never could keep her thoughts tucked back in her brain where they belonged. Her Irish heritage destroyed the possibility of her ever having that trait.

Granted, stripped down to just her panties, bra, and heels and having her hands handcuffed around this pole above her head didn't exactly lend to giving her any vote of confidence in her having any say in this situation. She was aware in the back of her lust filled mind that Mr Big Shot was noticing the shadows across her body from the orange sunset as well as the fire red color the sun was turning her hair into. His gaze was drifting down her body again, probably confident that he was goi to be devouring it soon. And to be honest, this stranger had her body begging to be fucked and that was really pissing her off. She knew she couldn't let him see her desire because that was a weakness but dammit, she can make sure he felt every dagger of passionate anger and bruised pride she could shoot at him with her eyes.

What is she going to possibly do to get herself out of this latest mess she has found herself in. She knew no one would come for her. She had alienated herself from all friends or family. No one would even notice her missing for weeks. Life sure hadn't been the fairy tale she always dreamed it was going to be. No Prince Charming to stand beside her and protect her or bosses tripping over their feet to have her on their teams. No white fence surrounding a yard filled with happy healthy babies.

Nope, she had to work two jobs to just barely cover paying for community college. She moved from parking lot to parking lot so she wouldn't get caught sleeping in her barely functioning car without working locks. She stole leftovers from customers plates just to eat. Her potential Prince Charmings always wound up leaching off of her or stealing her savings for a new fix or hooker. One tried to pay a debt of his by offering her in exchange. Thankfully the debtor was into guys though so she got to walk out while the now ex got his ass fucked instead.

That was when she decided to give up on having a husband or kids or that perfect American Dream lie. She was going to harden up and get herself out of that town and get what she deserved for herself and fuck anyone that got in her way. Screw having a mortgage or fancy meals. She wanted that bank account good and fat so she never got in this trap again.

With all that planning and all that saving, she still couldn't stop the hackers that got past her firewall and drained her company's accounts. She poured every dime of her personal savings into trying to save her business but it's hard to keep clients trust with their money when you just lost it all.

Which led her to this moment. Making a deal with the devil himself to destroy those men and get her company back. She just didn't think he would come calling for payment within the first month of starting back up. By her calculations, they left the city behind hours ago. Her stomach growled at her so she definitely missed lunch. Some where along the way, between the time he strolled into her office and handcuffing her to this pole, she must've slept. They could've drove one hour or ten for all she knew. Judging by what limited amount of ranch she saw when he opened the door and the fact that it was eerily quiet and that this barn for sure had never had an animal in it other than the brute, she could safely conclude that she was very much alone out here. Alone, except for the man here that just confidently told her that her body belongs to him for the duration of her stay and he would see fit to get his moneys worth back from it or she would never be permitted to leave.

She shook herself from her pity and glanced up into her captors eyes to see what looked like irritation? What in hells bells did he have to be irritated at her for??

Did he think she was going to be all hot and bothered and just spread her hot throbbing pussy lips for him the moment he declared her his sex toy. All hell no! Even though they were technically throbbing for him and she really couldn't catch her breath with him towering over her. Why the fuck was she reacting to him like this! Her body wanted him to force her legs apart and slam that hard cock up in her pussy. Her breasts were aching for his hands to reach up and cup them while pinching her tight nipples.

Fuck! He was the ass that showed up to her workplace, came into her meeting, and took her!

Ok, maybe not took as in kidnapped, she did go with him but only because she thought she could talk him into an extension on her loan. She definitely wouldn't have went and climbed into his Escalade so freaking willing to wind up tied to this pole in the middle of bum fuck Egypt in a barn with out a single person in miles to hear her screams.... If she gave in, she knew it wouldn't be just her body he would claim, he wouldn't settle until she gave him every humbling or embarrassing part of her.

Atticus stared at the vixen in his control. He could see the anger, the pure sexual desire, the stubbornness all across that beautiful face he was fantasizing stroking with his cock. Freya, his fascinating hardheaded captive, was going to beg for his cock before he was going to grant her the pleasure of being filled with it. Freya will be his in every sense. She will be waiting and anticipating pleasuring his cock every day. That Atticus would make sure of. As he stroked her trembling skin, he smiled and thought to himself before whispering in her ear, "How fun this will be making you mine. I'm going to so enjoy getting my moneys worth back from you."