HIS FOREVER DOLL
INTRODUCTION
Rowan Blackwell
ROWAN BLACKWELL
Age: 32
Personality: Cold, calculating, possessive, obsessive (classic yandere)
Traits: Intelligent, dominant, emotionally damaged, manipulative
Background: Billionaire CEO with a violent past and deep-seated abandonment issues. Has been obsessed with Renese since her teenage years and orchestrated the marriage.
Renese Lorrain
RENESE LORRAIN
Age: 22
Personality: Naive, soft-spoken, obedient, sheltered
Traits: Kind-hearted, emotionally vulnerable, secretly curious and strong-willed
Background: Raised in privilege, groomed to be a "perfect wife," unaware of the darkness her family is tied to. Forced into an arranged marriage to save her family from ruin.
Eleanor Lorrain
Age: 49
Role: Renese’s mother
Personality: Passive-aggressive, concerned with image
Traits: Controlling under a facade of grace
Elias Lorrain
Age: 54
Role: Renese’s father
Personality: Weak, prideful, guilt-ridden
Traits: Traditional, manipulated easily
Tobias Blackwell
Age: 65
Role: Rowan’s estranged father
Personality: Abusive, greedy, emotionally cold
Traits: Ruthless businessman
Kaiden Valen
Age: 23
Role: Renese’s only real friend
Personality: Outspoken, protective, skeptical of Rowan
Traits: Rebellious, loyal
Maverick Crane
Age: 33
Role: Rowan’s childhood friend and therapist (yes, ironic)
Personality: Calm, understanding, morally grey
Traits: The only one who knows Rowan’s full history
The Marriage Contract
One month Earlier.
Lorrain Estate.
Drawing Room
The air in the Lorrain estate’s drawing room was thick with tension and roses. Always roses. As if the delicate scent could soften the harshness of betrayal. Renese stood like a porcelain figure—still, polished, and on the verge of shattering.
Her father's voice cut through the silence, low and resolute.
Elias Lorrain
It’s already signed, Renese. The engagement is finalized. You’re marrying Rowan Blackwell.
Her breath caught in her throat. No... this couldn’t be real. Rowan Blackwell—the man with the reputation darker than his suits. A man she’d only seen in headlines and shadowed corners of corporate events.
Renese Lorrain
You promised I’d choose. *voice quivering* You said I’d marry for love.
Eleanor Lorrain
This is love, darling. Security. Power. A man like Rowan protects what’s his. He saved us. *says with a smile*
Saved them? Or bought them? The papers were already signed. Her fate sealed with a handshake she wasn’t even present for.
That night, the first message came.
Rowan Blackwell
Wear black. No heels. No makeup. Driver at 7. *messaged her*
No greeting. No explanation. Just commands. As if she was something to be dressed and delivered, not a person about to enter a lifelong union.
Renese Lorrain
I haven’t agreed to this. *replies with shaky hands*
Rowan Blackwell
You don’t need to. You were mine the second your father begged. *Messages back*
She stared at the screen, her heart pounding. She should’ve refused. Blocked his number. Run.
Instead, she found herself dressed by six-thirty. The black silk clung to her body, the way shame clung to her conscience.
The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, revealing a penthouse carved in cold elegance. Grey marble, black velvet, and silver accents—like a coffin dressed for royalty.
Rowan stood near the window, back to her, a crystal glass of whiskey in his hand. When he turned, it felt like the entire room leaned toward him.
Sharp cheekbones. Eyes the color of a winter storm. A man who looked carved from stone and secrets.
Rowan Blackwell
You wore it for me. *eyes raking all over her body*
His eyes traveled the length of her, unapologetically. Her spine stiffened.
Renese Lorrain
Your assistant picked it. *says hesitantly while shifting from one leg to another*
Rowan Blackwell
And you obeyed. Good girl. *chuckles*
He stepped closer, slow and calculated. Like a predator not needing to chase, because he knew the prey wouldn’t run.
Renese Lorrain
You can’t just own me. *tries to take a step back*
Rowan Blackwell
*Pulls her to him* But I do. And soon, you’ll stop fighting that truth. *whispers to her ear*
His hand reached out, fingers brushing her bare shoulder. She flinched—but didn’t move away.
Her skin betrayed her. Goosebumps bloomed where he touched. Her breath hitched. He noticed.
Rowan Blackwell
You’re afraid. But your body... it remembers what your mind denies.
He moved behind her, his mouth close to her ear. His voice was silk soaked in sin.
Rowan Blackwell
Do you want to see the marriage clause about punishments? *touching her waist sensually*
Renese Lorrain
You’re sick. *breathes out*
Rowan Blackwell
And you’re soft. Breakable. I could ruin you in a thousand ways. But tonight, I’ll choose just one.
Her mind screamed. But her body leaned back into his chest like it knew something she didn’t.
His hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer until she could feel the heat radiating off his body. The kiss landed on her neck—slow, possessive, and burning. Her lips parted on instinct.
When he spun her around, she didn’t resist. When his mouth crashed into hers, bruising and unyielding, she gasped—but didn’t pull away. It was fury. It was hunger. It was everything she was told to fear wrapped in a kiss she hated herself for wanting.
Rowan Blackwell
*kissing her roughly like he needs her*
Renese Lorrain
*breathing becomes difficult* *taps his shoulder* ummmhh
Rowan Blackwell
*left her lips and attach his lips to her neck and collarbone*
Rowan Blackwell
*licking, sucking and biting* Don't resist me. Ever. *kisses again but gently*
Renese Lorrain
Ahhh...*moans while clenching her fists*
He quickly carries in bridal style and takes her to his bedroom. As they step inside, he drops her on the floor and himself sits on the bed.
She looks down unable to look into his eyes whereas his eyes are roaming all over her trembling body.
Rowan Blackwell
Doll, Strip! *dominant tone*
Renese Lorrain
*shocks* wh-what?!! *stepping back in fear*
Rowan Blackwell
STOP!! *yells*
Renese Lorrain
*stops, becomes scared. Hands cold*
Rowan Blackwell
Stop going back and start stripping little doll. Don't test me. *cold and dominant tone*
Hearing his words and tone, Renese’s trembling hands make her way to her back zip and slowly pulls it down while looking away from him.
She feels embarrassed, ashamed, nervous and more than that afraid of the devil who is sitting in front of her. Her heart is pounding in her chest so hard that it might fall off from her chest.
Slowly, the dress slipped from her body and all that left was strapless bra and panties which was of lace.
Rowan Blackwell
*smirks in satisfaction while his thing bulges*
Renese Lorrain
*Feeling wet and hot*
Renese Lorrain
*breathing becomes erratic*
Rowan Blackwell
Fùçking beautiful toy! *Admiring her half naked body*
Renese Lorrain
*Tries to hide her body from him*
Rowan Blackwell
*Groans and looks at her* Don't hide yourself from me little doll. Continue stripping.
Renese having no option, removed her remaining clothes from her body, and now she was standing infront of him nakedly.
Her big bŕeaśts looked too watering to Rowan. He couldn't wait to feast on him. But he decided to wait since there were other things left to inspect.
Rowan Blackwell
Come here, little doll. *forwards his hand to her*
Renese Lorrain
*Steps to him slowly but hesitantly and puts her hand on his*
Rowan Blackwell
*Pulls her to him and makes her sit on her lap* So beautiful you are my doll *caressing her body with his fingers*o
Renese Lorrain
*moves slightly on his lap while shuddering and getting goosebumps from his touch*
Rowan Blackwell
Aghhh *felt his thing poking her pùssý* God you make me hard without doing anything wifey.
Rowan Blackwell
*Grabs her face and kisses her hard and fast* *Thrust his tongue and sucking her tongue*
Rowan Blackwell
So fùcķing sweet! *biting her lower lip then licking and sucking*
Renese Lorrain
*Getting wet and putting her hands on his shoulder and kissing back*
Punishment Clauses
He quickly laid her on the bed and hovered over her. He started kissing and sucking her neck, making hickies around them.
His one hand grabbed her mound, while she was leaving low moans from her mouth. His every touch shattered her oath. His every touch elicited a burn in her body. She wanted something. She craved it.
Her hands roamed his body, hugging his waist. Her naked and hid clothed body gave her warmth. She wanted him to remove his clothes, but she was still shy to say it.
After squeezing her bòòbies enough, he took one in his mouth and starting sucking, biting, licking and making it red around her bŕeaśts.
Renese Lorrain
*Arching her back due to his sucking. Raking her hands in his hair and moaning* Ahh...ummm..haa
Rowan Blackwell
Say my name. *pinching her nipple*
Renese Lorrain
Ahhh...Ro...Wan...hmm *sweating*
Rowan Blackwell
Yes, baby girl. You are being such a good girl. Say my name again. I want to hear you screaming my name. *licking her navel while fondling with her bòòbs*
Renese Lorrain
Rowan...ahhmmm...please stop...I'm not ready....*teary eyes*
He stops and looks at her all messed up by his deeds. Her teary eyes, her swollen cherries and her naked sweating body allured him.
Rowan Blackwell
I'm not planning to complete it this time doll. So don't worry. I just need to inspect you. That you are mine fully.
Rowan Blackwell
Body. Mind. And soul. I want all of you. I want you to think and talk about me only. *wipes her teary eyes*
Renese Lorrain
Inspect? How?
Rowan Blackwell
Just need to know that you belong to me....*hands went to her puśśy* You are wet. *smirks*
Renese Lorrain
*Close her eyes and legs tightly*
Rowan Blackwell
Be a good girl and let me see your wet puśśy. *widen her legs* You obey me when I command you.
Rowan Blackwell
You are mine now. My Doll. My Wife. And your duty is to obey me and satisfy me *kiss her thighs*
Renese Lorrain
What if....I don't obey you..? *Gasps as she can feel his breath on her pùssý*
Rowan Blackwell
You get punishments. *kiss her pùssý lips*
Renese Lorrain
Mhh ahhh....*moves around due to sensations*
Rowan Blackwell
*Licks her clìť and starts tongue fùcķing her hole*
Renese Lorrain
What punishments...haa? *dripping*
Rowan Blackwell
Not now. Let me eat you. *thrust his middle finger inside her hole*
Rowan Blackwell
*Pumping his finger in and out* You are tight...*grunts*
Renese Lorrain
Haa...Rowan...!! Mmmhh...I feel weird...*clutch his hair and pushing him away*
Rowan Blackwell
I know baby doll...*continues thrusting his finger and sucking her ćliť* You can cùm...come on my tongue.
Rowan Blackwell
Let me drink your honey....*thrust his tongue in her g-spot*
Renese Lorrain
Ahhh....*stomach knotting* haa...I'm cumming... *released her juice inside his mouth* haa *breathing hardly*
Rowan Blackwell
*Drinks her juice and kiss her pùssý*
Rowan Blackwell
*Comes to her and kisses her lips gently*
Renese Lorrain
*Tastes herself while kissing him back*
Rowan Blackwell
I can't actually wait to claim you little doll *kisses her forehead and comes down from her*
Rowan Blackwell
I'll be back in few minutes *goes to washroom to cool off*
The clock ticked softly in the silence, its sound amplified by the way her skin still tingled. She sat alone on the edge of the massive bed, the silk sheets tangled around her thighs like a lie she didn’t know how to untell.
Her heart still hadn’t slowed. Her lips were swollen from his kiss. Her body... betrayed her.
How could a single man break through her defenses so easily?
A soft knock at the door wasn’t a question. It was a command.
Renese pulled the robe tighter around her body and padded barefoot through the dark hall, each step toward him a surrender she didn’t know she was making.
He stood behind the desk like a king at his throne, dressed now in a crisp black shirt and dark slacks. The dim lighting threw shadows across his jaw, making him look carved from something older and crueler than time.
He didn’t look at her right away. Just sipped his drink and gestured to the chair across from him.
Her fingers clenched around the robe’s belt. She wanted to refuse. Her pride told her to run. But she sat. Quietly. Slowly.
He slid a folder toward her across the smooth oak desk. Her name gleamed in silver across the front.
Renese Lorrain
What is this? *brows furrowed*
He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands like a man at ease in his dominance.
Rowan Blackwell
Your real marriage contract. The public one is for appearances. This... this is for us.
Her pulse kicked. She hesitated, then flipped it open. The contents made her stomach twist.
Clause 3: The wife shall maintain emotional and physical availability to the husband at all times unless expressly excused.
Clause 7: Punishments may be delivered at the husband’s discretion for disobedience, silence, or attempted rebellion.
Clause 11: Safe words are permitted but do not guarantee reprieve.
Renese Lorrain
This is a joke. *says in quivering tone*
Rowan Blackwell
I don’t make jokes. Especially not about my wife. *cruel smile*
Renese Lorrain
I never agreed to be this kind of wife. *looks up sharply*
Rowan Blackwell
Then don’t agree. Disagree. Disobey. I’ll enjoy showing you the consequences. ❄️
He rose from his chair and came around the desk with quiet precision. She didn’t move. Couldn’t. Her body remembered too much from earlier—his hands, his mouth, the way he’d stripped her of control without even untying her robe.
Rowan Blackwell
You think what happened earlier was about lust? *leans and whispers*
Rowan Blackwell
It was a warning.
She inhaled sharply as his fingers grazed her shoulder, just barely touching.
Rowan Blackwell
I wanted you to know how easily I could own you. And I didn’t even need to take all of you... just enough.
Renese Lorrain
You manipulated me. *grips the armrests*
Rowan Blackwell
No, little wife. I exposed you.
He leaned down, lips brushing her temple.
Rowan Blackwell
You begged for it. You begged for me. And I didn’t even need to fuck you.
Her face flushed with shame and fury.
Renese Lorrain
I didn’t beg—
He reached down and lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.
Rowan Blackwell
And I’ll make you beg again. But next time, I won’t be so merciful.
He released her with slow indifference and walked back to his desk.
Rowan Blackwell
You have until midnight to sign it. I’ll have Lillian bring you a pen. If you don’t...
He turned, his expression unreadable.
Rowan Blackwell
Let’s just say I’ll introduce you to Clause 7 personally.
Rowan Blackwell
You don't have a choice, Renese. Obey me and I'll reward you, disobey me and there'll be consequences.
Renese stood, the contract clutched in her trembling hands. She didn’t speak. She didn’t cry. She walked back down the hallway with her pulse echoing in her ears.
And behind her, Rowan watched the sway of her robe with the eyes of a man who already owned the ending.
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