Stealing Allie

by H S Russell

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  When I wake up, it’s almost dusk. I’ve been in bed all day. I think anyway, since I have no way to tell. Eventually my body demands that I get up, and so I do but then stop when I see something new on the dresser. A tablet and a sticky note with a number written on it. I push the button for the lock screen and punch in the numbers from the note. I find tons of books and games preloaded on it.

  I start to smile at having something new to engage my time until I remember that I’m trapped here by this man. And now I feel grateful toward him because he’s giving me gifts. This is his idea of peace offerings, something he hopes will appease me and make me feel better. I snort. This isn’t a peace offering—it’s a guilt gift, a treat like the ones researchers give to lab mice after they’ve run the maze successfully. Treats for doing what the master has trained them to do. I picture myself running through these halls, trapped in my white shirt, while Lucas watches me from his monitors. He knows I’m trapped; he’s been training me all this time.

  I put the tablet down and walk away. Lucas has no feelings toward me beyond what this job entails. All he wants is for me to shut up and not tell on him.

  I grab the water that’s sitting there, opening it with trained muscle memory. Habit. I look at my hands gripping the bottle and realize that I’m tired of his water bottles. I’ll drink water out of the faucet or the shower from now on. No more bottled treats for me.

  Knowing a shower will help make me feel better, I take my time letting the water wash over me. Once I’m out of the shower, I refuse to put his shirt back on. I don’t care if I walk around here naked, I won’t wear his clothes anymore. If I have to stay wrapped in the sheet from the bed for the rest of the time I’m here, then so be it. But upon leaving the bathroom, there’s another gift on the bed. My clothes, laid out and freshly laundered. He must have brought them when I was in the shower.

  The clothes look foreign to me. Reaching out and touching the pants, the fabric feels so scratchy, foreign. Did I really wear these every week? The shirt is an ugly pattern of large flowers in reds and pinks and whites. I remember loving this shirt and used to wear it all the time. Now, they’re clothes that belong to a far-removed stranger.

  Dropping my hands away from the clothes, I leave them where they lie. They’re just another treat, something to keep me behaving the way he wants me to behave. Ripping the top sheet from the bed, I drop the towel to wrap myself in another makeshift toga. I don’t care that I just bared my large body to his precious camera. He’s seen women before; my body is certainly nothing special.

  Grabbing one of the hardback books, I get settled into my favorite reading chair. I can’t find it in me to pay attention to the words, but I force myself to turn the page every once in a while. I refuse to look at the tablet or the clothes again. He can take them back. I won’t let him Stockholm me any more than he already has.

  Chapter 18

  Lucas

  She fell apart yesterday. She broke, and it felt like a lifetime of tears poured out of her. One minute I was watching her fake apologize to me, trying her best to look contrite (fail), and the next, she’s pounding on the window and shouting for help.

  I’ve never sprinted up those stairs so quickly in my life.

  By the time I got into the room, she was banging so hard I was afraid she’d break the window and cut her hands and wrists to pieces. It wasn’t until I was grabbing her that I saw the van parked in the driveway. Was she hoping the driver would see her and help her escape?

  As fucking if.

  After she fell asleep, I watched her, wondering the whole time what was happening to me that I was so worried about her happiness. And about the fact that she wanted to leave.

  I should be wanting her to leave too, but the fact is, I don’t.

  I took stuff to her room while she’d slept, hoping the clock and tablet would cheer her up. Instead of being excited, she’d walked away from them, completely uninterested. I don’t know what’s happened to her, but I don’t like it.

  I never imagined I could miss the pain-in-the-ass girl who stumbled her way into my life and blew it all to hell, but I do.

  After her shower, she came out of the bathroom and found the work clothes I’d returned. Giving those back was almost as painful as watching her fall apart. Those clothes are hideous. She deserves so much more than scratchy polyester shirts and men’s pants.

  But she looked at the clothes like they were rotten and then walked away. She’s been asking for her clothes almost daily, and when I finally give them to her…nothing. In fact, she seems repulsed by them. Before I can figure out why, Allie comes out of the shower and drops the fucking towel before wrapping herself in a sheet.

  My breath stops when I see her body…her beautiful naked body.

  Holy fuuuuuuuuu… I replay the scene over and over. First because I thought I was imagining it, but goddamn it, I didn’t.

  Allie is beautiful. Stunning. Perfect in every way. Her tits are luscious globes, full and tipped with the prettiest little nipples I’ve ever seen. I lean closer to the monitor so I can see them better. They’re hard and so perfect they make my mouth water. I want to bite and suck on them until she cries out my name and digs her nails into my scalp, begging me for more.

  For a second, right before the sheet wraps around her body, I swear I can see her pussy. Brown curls hide most of her, but I can see the hint of a slit, and maybe even a little something peeking through, something that needs attention.

  I press a hand to my cock as I sit in my own office, in my own house, a voyeur to this woman I’ve kidnapped and am holding against her will. A woman I want to fuck so badly I can’t think of anything else. I’m like a kid with his first porn gif, only worse because I know exactly how good she’s going to feel around my cock.

  She doesn’t believe my desire for her is real. She thinks that her weight is a turnoff despite having told her over and over how much she affects me. Yet here she is, dropping her towel knowing the security camera is capturing her every move.

  She’s doing this on purpose.

  I watch her grab a book—not the fucking tablet I spent hours downloading books to—and sit down to read. Allie stays in that chair for hours and barely moves except to turn the occasional page or change positions. I stay in my office, watching her, my hand pressed firmly against my dick.

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  “Allie, look at me.” I fight to hang on to my patience; it’s wearing thin. She’s shutting me out when all I want to do is pull her close. Instead of looking at me, Allie raises an eyebrow as one rebellious finger turns another page in the book. With that, the thin thread of my patience snaps. Grabbing the book out of her hands, I lift her up, enjoying her outraged gasp, and settle her squirming, luscious body in my lap.

  Grabbing the back of her neck with gentle firmness, I lean into her ear, nipping at her flesh. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to put you on your back and finish what you’re starting.”

  “Stop it, Lucas,” she growls, pulling away from me. I let her go, keeping her on my lap. Her ass feels too good against my erection. Plus I wasn’t really kidding earlier. If she gets up, I’m not sure I can keep from making my threat a reality.

  “Allie, what were you thinking? That you’d skulk into the back of that van and ride off into the sunset with the fucking UPS delivery guy? You cannot believe that I would have let that happen.” Just thinking of it makes me angry all over again.

  Allie finally calms down with one huge sigh. She’s angry still, but she seems willing to talk to me.

  “You have to let me go, Lucas. It’s been weeks. This is insane. I need to go back to my life.”

  “What life?” I bark at her, shaking my head that she’d seriously want to go back to what she had before. “You want to go back to that job where you schlep around from construction site to construction site? Or maybe it’s your lonely nights you miss? The ones where you do nothing but binge on Netflix and a tub of Ben and Jerry’s?” I s
hake my head at her. “You don’t even have a fucking cat, Allie. What the fuck are you going back to?” Frustration and anger make my voice louder toward the end, louder than I should have let it get. But dammit, I’m right about this—she has to see that I’m right.

  Allie pushes away to pace, and I let her go. “My life is not as empty as you make it sound, Lucas. But even if it is, it’s not your call on whether or not I get to live it. It’s. My. Life, not yours!”

  “You can’t seriously want to go back to that,” I snort.

  “Yes, Lucas, I do.” Her eyes plead with me, but I can’t bear to look at them, so I look away.

  “Lucas,” Allie says, walking over to me and putting her hand on my arm. “It’s time. It’s beyond time.”

  “For what?”

  “To let me go.”

  “Let you go? Let you leave here and go back to that?” I point at the window, as if it signifies her old life.

  She nods, her eyes imploring me.

  I think about it. I really do. But there’s never been any other answer, and there’s never going to be any other answer, beside the one I give her.

  “No.”

  Allie steps away from me as if I’ve slapped her. “So you’re what, going to keep me here forever? Exactly how does this play out, Lucas? Do I stay here in this room for the rest of my life? Will I be one of those women who are held captive for years, finally emerging from their hiding place with her captor’s children clinging to her leg, begging for help?”

  The thought of Allie having my child—our children—clenches my gut. “And how is that any different from the life you have right now? You’re just as trapped in that life as you are here.”

  “You can’t mean that!”

  “You get up, go to work, go home, day after day. You wear the same hideous clothes, go to the same boring places. You barely date, and when you do, the men are boring and completely unworthy of you. None of them challenge you. None of them make you angry or make your blood pound like I do.”

  “They don’t make me cry either, ” she snaps.

  “No, they don’t, because you don’t care about them. You won’t let yourself care about them because you refuse to let anyone in. But you can’t shut me out, Allie. I won’t be turned away.” The words are the proverbial light bulb over my head. “I won’t let you turn me away, will I. And that’s why you want to leave. You don’t want your old life back, but you’re afraid that I’ll be the one person who breaks through that wall of yours.” I shake my head at her, sure that I’m finally understanding what Allie is thinking. “You’re afraid. You’re afraid of me. Of this.”

  I push into her until her back’s against the wall. She doesn’t fight me, doesn’t push me away, even when my lips are on hers and I’m kissing her again. Gently at first, giving her time to tell me no, to push me away. But then she does, so I let her go. Not because I want to, but because I need her to see that she can trust me.

  Keeping my eyes on hers, I back away to the door. “I’m not letting you go, not until we figure all of this out. So in the meantime, lose any ideas you had of escaping here. You’re staying here, with me, until you realize you don’t want to leave.”

  Turning away, I ignore her breathy sob, locking the door firmly behind me.

  Chapter 19

  When night rolls around, her lights go off and all is quiet in her room. I’ve made myself walk away from the monitor because enough is enough.

  All day I remembered how easy she is to be around, how being with her always felt so comfortable. She’s made me laugh more times than I can count. She doesn’t look at me with dollar signs in her eyes. She didn’t eye my house like she was calculating where the maid was going to live. She’d been genuine in everything from her laughter to her anger. And her kisses… Nobody has ever kissed me like Allie kisses me. She’s so giving and passionate, more so than any previous woman I’ve slept with.

  But things have gone to shit now, and I have no idea how to make it better. I’ve racked my brain to figure out what I can do to get her back to the Allie she was before when things were comfortable between us. Hell, I’d rather have the Allie that hisses and spits at me, fighting me at every turn, versus this empty shell.

  I look at the monitor yet again, assuming she’s still asleep, but what I see instead makes every thought flee my head. Allie is lying under the sheet, but it’s clear that her legs are spread as her hips thrust gently up and down. One of her arms is lying across her torso where, I have no doubt, it’s playing with her pussy.

  Mesmerized by the sight, I almost miss it. Almost.

  “Lucas…” she moans, “please…”

  I race up the stairs and unlock the doors before I can even blink. Seeing her startle at my sudden presence, I take a step into the room, still not sure this is real. “Tell me to leave if you don’t want me here.”

  When she doesn’t say anything beyond a whispery sigh, I go over to her and lean down to kiss her softly. “If you don’t tell me to go, I’m going to get into this bed, and then I’m going to crawl inside of you. And god help me Allie, once I do, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to leave.”

  Allie doesn’t speak, but she nods at me, watching me as I strip out of my clothes. I pull her hand away from between her legs and put her fingers in my mouth, sucking them as I close my eyes at the delicious taste of her pussy.

  “Do you want this?” I ask her, needing to be sure. Needing her to be sure.

  “I don’t want to think anymore,” she whispers.

  It’s not exactly the answer I want, but I’ll take it.

  Crawling into bed and finding her wearing my shirt, already unbuttoned, I groan as I’m finally kissing and touching her everywhere I’ve dreamed of. I make a feast of her. I place kisses all up and down her face and neck, nipping and licking until I need to take more. Her breasts, so round and plump, beg for my touch. My mouth finds her nipples and god, as if I wasn’t hard before, I get even harder when I finally get them in my mouth. I lick and suck and bite and swirl, pulling moans and cries from her arching throat.

  I don’t care that it’s my actions she’s wanting to forget. All I care about is making her come. Getting inside of her. “I’ve dreamed of doing this for so long, Allie,” I tell her in between the sucking bites of my hungry mouth. “I should have done this the very first time we fought…” Her moan makes me feel like a god while her fingers rake through my hair, clutching me to her.

  “Lucas,” she moans, her nails scratching at my skin. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

  “Never.” I kiss my way back to her mouth. “Are you ready for me? Are you wet for me? I’m a big guy, Allie, I need you wet enough to take me.” My fingers slide through her curls to the heaven they guard. Parting her soft folds, I find the place I’ve been dying for. She’s soaking wet. It turns me into a ravenous beast with only one goal: making her come.

  “Oh baby, you’ve been needing me down here, haven’t you?” My kisses turn soft as I fight the urge to plunge into her. “Let me take care of you, Allie. Let me give you what you need.”

  “Please, Lucas,” she whimpers, her mouth biting and sucking at my shoulders. “I need you…”

  My fingers spread her wetness all around her soft folds, making her sensitive parts slippery… ready for my touch. My fingers slide gently over her as they set a steady rhythm on her clit, then dip down to push inside of her.

  “Fuck, Allie,” I groan, “you’re so tight. You’re going to kill me when I get my cock inside of you.” She begins to move against my hand, her hips slightly pressing up to meet my fingers. Her eyes are locked on me, and her mouth opens as she gasps for air.

  “It feels so good,” she tells me. “You feel so good…”

  My fingers keep playing until a feral instinct takes over me. I bite her neck, needing her to know that she’s being claimed by me. Marked and taken by me. That she’s mine. Mine.

  Her cries become sips of air as I feel her body tighten and begin to shake
. I growl and claim her nipples, sucking hard until she’s pulsing against my fingers, pushing herself into me harder and harder as she comes.

  The sound of her cries fill me with a beastly satisfaction. I push and rub and suck as hard as I can, making her feel every last bit of this orgasm that I’m giving to her.

  As she begins to calm, I softly massage her, whispering to her what a good girl she is for me. How beautiful she is when she comes. When her eyes finally open, they’re soft and warm in a way I’ve never seen before.

  This woman captivates me effortlessly and doesn’t even realize it.

  I can’t hold off any longer. “Are you ready for me? Can you take me now?”

  “Yes.” She nods, biting her bottom lip.

  I press her legs wide, and the musky odor of her pussy and come fill my lungs.

  “Fucking hell you smell good.” I climb between her sweet thighs and feel her legs wrap around me. Some women wrap their legs around a man and it feels like shackles. With Allie, it feels like a gift.

  I raise back up to kiss her while I tease her sensitive clit with my cock. Her hands move over my back, trailing down to my ass, pulling me in. Our eyes meet; then she nods at me with those melted blue eyes, and I lose it. I get notched up against her opening and finally, finally start to work my way into her heaven. How can she be this tight? How is it possible that she feels this good?

  “You’re so tight,” I tell her, groaning at the feel of her against my bare skin. “I don’t know if I can get it all the way in without hurting you.”

  “More… I can take it,” she moans, tilting her hips up and grabbing my ass, pulling me in even deeper. Then, in the most delicious slide of my life, I’m in, fully seated, hitting her cervix with the head of my cock.

  I’ll go to my grave knowing that if I could have one moment back to live in, this would be it.

  I stay still, holding my breath while I try to keep from embarrassing myself and coming too quickly. After a few seconds, she gives me a squeeze, almost killing me right then and there.