Stolen Property: The Abduction of Mayree Jacobs

by Melissa Harlow

  "I can't take my pants off with this chain on."

  He stared at her for a long moment, his eyes lingering on her scantily covered breasts. "I'll take it off and you can undress, then I'll put it back on."

  She knew this meant she was going to be undressing in front of him, and she was terrified. He knelt in front of her and unlocked the chain.

  She waited for him to get up, but he knelt there, looking up at her. "Are you going to take your clothes off?" he asked impatiently.

  "With you kneeling right there?"

  He smiled. "I've seen you with your pants down before from this position." He licked his lips, "Remember?"

  Mayree looked away quickly, she remembered very well.

  She pulled her pants down, and stepped out of them, but standing there with him kneeling in front of her she found herself unable to take her panties off. She could feel him looking at her, and she couldn't look back at him. Her eyes were filling with tears.

  "I can't. I can't do this! I can't take them off in front of you," she sobbed.

  He stood and put his arms around her, it numbly registered in her mind that he was unhooking her bra.

  He jerked it off and his rough hands gently touched her bare breasts. He cupped one and lowered his mouth to it. She could feel the stubble on his jaw bristling against her skin. He sucked her nipple gently, and she felt herself aching, yearning to feel his soft, warm mouth all over her. His hands moved slowly down her sides, until he touched the elastic band of her panties. She could 57

  hardly stand, her legs trembled so much, as he slid them down. His hands moved boldly on her bare skin, as he caressed her thighs.

  "There, you've got them off now, sweetheart," he said, his mouth inches from hers. "I don't know why you're so damn shy about me seeing you naked. You look good enough to eat." His fingers traced her nipples. "You have the most gorgeous tits."

  Mayree looked at his lust filled eyes.

  "Are you going to rape me, Quinn?" she asked quietly.

  She was still trying to pretend to resist him, even knowing her own desires had already betrayed her.

  "We've already been over this. You and I both know that's not how it's going to be." The hint of tenderness in his deep voice rattled her emotions even further.

  He knelt down and lifted her feet, one at a time, removing her panties from around her ankles, then reattached the chain. She could feel his breath against her bare thigh, and he stood slowly. "Call me when you're done," he said, his eyes sweeping slowly over her nude body. "I hope it doesn't take too long, honey. You got me so worked up I can't hold out much longer."

  The water felt wonderful, it was the first time all day she wasn't cold. She washed her hair, noticing this was the same cheap strawberry scented shampoo she had at her apartment. She lathered her body, enjoying the warmth of the water against her bare skin. She closed her eyes as the water ran down her back, easing the stiffness from the cold cellar floor.

  The chain caught on the edge of the bathtub and it almost tripped her. She reached down and pulled it, until she heard it clink against the toilet.

  Inside her emotions still were conflicted. While she was afraid of what was going to happen when she was done, she ached to be near Quinn again.

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  After drying off, she used a hairdryer that was on the counter, glad to be able to dry her hair. She knew she'd be cold again soon. This house didn't seem to have heat.

  He had left her a blue t-shirt, because of its large size she figured must belong to him. It hung just below the bottom of her butt. It covered her, but she knew if she bent over or sat down it wouldn't. She glanced down at her dirty pants and panties on the floor. She didn't want to put them back on, but she felt vulnerable with nothing on beneath the shirt. Swallowing hard, she concluded they wouldn't protect her anyway. Quinn was going to have her, and while the thought was frightening, it was also exciting.

  "Quinn?" she called down the hall. "I'm done."

  He emerged in the hallway, looking sleepy. "You look so good in my shirt, Mayree. I think you'll look even better in my bed."

  She was unable to speak. The sound of her own heartbeat was deafening in her ears.

  He put his arms around her waist, and slid them painfully slowly down her bottom, until his large hands were beneath the shirt. Cupping her bare butt cheeks and lifted her, pulling her tightly against his rock hard thighs.

  "You want this to happen as much as I do, don't you?"

  he said, his voice was thick with lust, deep and sensual, it only heightened her excitement.

  His mouth was warm against hers. She had expected him to kiss her like he had earlier, rough, crushing, but this kiss was gentle. His tongue touched hers, with feather light caresses, sending a hot rush of desire through her. She could feel the aching wetness spreading between her legs. To hell with her vow to never kiss him again, she couldn't help herself, her tongue twisted with his.

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  His body was pressed tightly to her. As she shifted against him she was aware he was hard. Knowing she had that effect on him made her feel even more aroused.

  It also made her feel very sexy, something she had never felt in her entire life. She liked it. She had never felt so feminine. As this perfect man kissed her, a thought ran through her mind. Maybe he really did think she was pretty.

  He was so handsome, yet full of darkness and danger, and she wanted him more than she'd ever imagined wanting anything. His thumb softly traced her bottom lip, which was still tingling from his kiss.

  "Do you want me to let you go, or do you want to sleep with me, Mayree?" he teased.

  She wanted both, but at that moment even if she would have been unchained all she wanted was to feel the pleasure she knew he would give her. Surprisingly she was also keenly aware she wanted to please him. She wanted to make him feel good, make him happy, make the haunted pain in his eyes go away.

  He kissed her again, his fingers caressing her nipples through the fabric of the shirt. "Tell me you want me, Mayree. Say it," his voice was so demanding it made her shiver.

  She wanted to scream it, but no sound would come out. He boldly pulled the shirt up. Starting at the outer edge of her breast, he kissed and licked his way toward her nipple. She shuddered, and he rewarded her by encircling her nipple with his mouth, gently suckling it.

  "Tell me you want me, Mayree," he repeated in that same sexy voice, his breath hot against her stiff nipple.

  She couldn't resist anymore. "I want you, Quinn. I want you so much." She boldly took his hand and put it between her legs. "Feel what you've done to me." The husky tone in her own voice was foreign to even herself.

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  His fingers touched her, dipping into her slick juices, and she couldn't help but moan. Quinn breathed out a ragged gasp. "I can't wait to taste you again, you're so sweet." She shivered with anticipation at just the thought of it.

  He bent down and unlocked the chain from the toilet, and stood holding the end, his gaze searing into hers.

  "Come with me to bed."

  Her legs trembled so much she could hardly walk. It felt as if she was being led on a leash, as she meekly followed him, with the chain still on her ankle.

  She stood nervously by his bed as he kissed her again, his body ground into hers. He covered her mouth and plunged into her, sucking, and licking every inch of her mouth with his skilled tongue. She closed her eyes, drowning in the potent sensations he gave her.

  He pulled the shirt up, and she limply raised her arms so he could remove it. It felt like his gaze burned her skin when she was naked with him. Uncomfortably, she stood in front of him. She felt as if every flaw her body had was beneath a microscope.

  "You are so beautiful, Mayree," he murmured.

  They were words she had never heard before, and his voice was so earnest, she felt a lump in her throat. If only it were true. If only this man really thought she was beautiful.

  He pushed her quickly onto the bed, but his rough hands were
gentle on her skin. His mouth encircled her nipple, sucking at it, as his hard calloused fingers toyed with the other. She felt her hips arching, she wanted him to touch her. She ached to be touched by him.

  "Oh, god, Quinn," she cried, as his mouth pushed her closer and closer to losing all reason. She knew she should be fighting him, fighting this, but her traitorous 61

  body wouldn't allow even the slightest resistance. She wanted him, like nothing she had ever wanted before.

  His mouth made its way over her belly, as he moved so agonizingly slowly toward where she so desperately wanted to feel him.

  "Spread your legs for me," Quinn said.

  Mayree felt herself completely surrendering, and she shamelessly spread her legs for him.

  His tongue traced her outer pussy lips, then lapped against her, tasting her, hungrily licking up her wetness, his tongue curling as if he was licking melted ice cream.

  "You like this, don't you?" he asked, his hot breath whispering across her clit, as he moved closer to it. "I like it, too, I like it a lot," he sighed.

  He licked all around her swollen nub as she arched her back trying to touch it to his warm tongue. Finally he touched it with the tip of his tongue, then licked it, twirling his tongue. She moved her hands, grasping his head, wanting to keep him there. His long, dark hair threaded between her fingers, brushed over her thighs adding to the delicious sensations.

  He pulled his mouth back, his warm breath caressing her skin. His tongue speared into her then, as deep as he could thrust it, she could feel his nose against her swollen clit. He fucked her skillfully with that hot insistent tongue and she thrust her hips up each time, smashing her pussy into his face. He licked her clit again, two of his fingers replacing his tongue inside her.

  She lost herself to him. It was deliciously long and she cried out loudly at the sheer intensity of pleasure that shot through her, as her pussy throbbed against Quinn's fingers and tongue.

  Quinn smiled broadly and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm so glad I make you feel good."

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  He stood and she watched in awe as he undressed. He bared his broad chest, pulling his shirt off, and began undoing his jeans. She waited in excitement to see him naked.

  She was not disappointed, thick and muscular, he was perfection. Completely hard, his enormous erection jutted straight out. She felt a rush of intense fear at its size, she had never been with a man before, and his size was very intimidating.

  He straddled her, his eyes burning into hers. "Is this what you want, Mayree?" he asked, his cock was pressing against her.

  She felt tears forming in her eyes, despite how much she wanted him she was suddenly overcome with terror.

  "I'm so scared," she whispered. "I never ... did this." She felt stupid and childish as she cried, but she couldn't stop. "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I want you so much, but I'm scared."

  His expression changed, softening in a way she had never seen him look, and he caressed her face. He smiled at her before his mouth covered hers with a warm gentle kiss. He kissed her as if she were his.

  "I know you've never had a man before. I like the thought no other man has had what is now mine. I have never been with a woman who was a virgin." She could hear the excitement in his voice.

  He touched her between her legs, caressing her, in a slow, sensual way, his finger touching her swollen clit.

  She felt the pleasure building, his skilled caresses driving her frantic with need.

  "Do you want me inside of you, Mayree? Do you want me to be the only man who has you?"

  She squirmed anxiously against his hand. "Yes."

  "It hurts the first time, you know that don't you?" His voice was so soft and sexy.

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  She nodded, that was exactly what she was afraid of.

  She was a virgin, not an idiot.

  "I'll try not to hurt you, Mayree. I'm not used to being gentle with women, but I'll be as gentle as I can," he said.

  The honesty in his voice made her believe he meant what he said. "Maybe you will gentle me," he added softly, almost as if he was thinking out loud.

  She watched him wrap his hand around his cock and guide it toward her. She felt the pressure of the thick head against her wet opening, and he slid into her, she watched in fascination as his cock began to disappear inside her, filling, overfilling and stretching her. She whimpered. It hurt already. There was no way he would fit inside of her.

  "It's too big," she began. He silenced her with a kiss and whispered against her lips.

  "Sshh, relax, you can take it. You want it, just relax.

  You're going to be mine, just like we both want."

  She felt him stop when he met resistance inside her, and she dug her fingers against his hard biceps, bracing herself for the pain.

  He withdrew from her slightly, then quickly thrust himself fully inside her, tearing through the fragile membrane that vainly tried to stop his full penetration.

  His mouth covered hers, as she cried out from the sharp, searing pain.

  She looked up at him in stunned disbelief, unwilling to move at all, for fear it would hurt even more. "Oh god, Quinn, please don't move. It hurts, it hurts so bad!"

  He was motionless against her, his cock fully inside her. She could feel the tension in his every muscle, as he held her, felt him fighting to remain still. She feared at any minute he would start thrusting. The pain between her legs was white hot.

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  "Oh God, I need to fuck you," he groaned, as he shifted his weight anxiously against her.

  She cried out as his movement sent a quiver of searing pain through her. "It hurts," she whimpered, her hands pushing up against his solid chest.

  "It will only hurt like this once," he promised.

  He began to move inside her, driving the exquisite agony between her thighs to soaring heights. She wasn't sure where the hurt stopped and the pleasure began.

  Sometimes she cried out it hurt so bad. Beneath his large body, she felt overwhelmed, and not just by his size, but by what was happening to her. She tried unsuccessfully not to cry.

  "Sshh, Mayree. I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm going to put you on top of me. I want you to find what feels good, move how you want to move," Quinn said.

  In one fluid movement he rolled over, taking her with him, without his cock ever leaving the grip of her pussy.

  She felt awkward on top of him, as she straddled his hips. He looked up at her expectantly then raised her up the length of him, guiding her, so only the tip of him filled her. Then with his hands, clenched firmly around her hips, he pulled her back down hard, impaling her on his cock, and she yelped in pain. He caressed her thigh lovingly. "I'm sorry," he said softly, as his fingers brushed a tear from her cheek. "It won't always be like this for you, I promise."

  His hand slipped between her thighs, his fingers seeking out her clit, rubbing it until she began squirming on him. She raised herself experimentally, and slowly, hesitantly lowered herself back down, gazing down into his triumphant brown eyes. As his fingers rolled her swollen clit, she began moving faster, the combination of him filling her and the stimulation of his fingers was blindingly intense. She rocked up and down on him 65

  frantically, her breath coming in gasps, her orgasm hit her with the force of a tornado, racking her entire body.

  She could feel her sore inner muscles rippling against him.

  She laid her head against his neck, completely overwhelmed with emotion. She sobbed against him, but was unsure why.

  Quinn breathed against her hair, "Shh, you're such a sweet little thing. I didn't want to hurt you. You know that, don't you?"

  She felt too tired to speak, but she breathed out, "Yes."

  He pulled her down beside him, and she was almost disappointed when his cock popped out of her. Then he quickly straddled her, and was rubbing it against her wetness.

  "It's my turn now, Mayree. I'll try not to hurt you, but I really need to come," he said with a
groan.

  He wasn't gentle now, he was forceful and demanding.

  Tears streamed from her eyes at the pain of him stretching her soreness beyond imagination, filling her once again with his hard cock. Slowly the pain began to recede to a dull ache, as he endlessly rammed himself deep inside her with fierce possessive thrusts.

  Her breasts bounced up with each stroke, his thighs slapped against hers. The earlier gentleness was forgotten as he battered into her. His back muscles strained beneath her hands as she tightly held onto him.

  He filled her, stretching muscles that had never been stretched. Yet, despite the pain, Mayree felt a strange sensation building in her, it was fierce and urgent and she began to rise to meet Quinn's thrusts.

  "That's it, fuck me back," he said roughly. "I want to feel you come again, come for me, Mayree!" The sound of his voice and the force of his words were too much. She moaned as her release finally came, her pussy bubbling 66

  all around his cock, crying out his name, she found raw ecstasy beneath him. She felt him tensing, and he groaned, as she felt him throbbing inside her, filling her with warmth.

  "You're mine Mayree," he said breathlessly.

  She lay there with her mind racing, a combination of so many emotions rushing through her. Quinn was so heavy on top of her, holding onto her as if he meant to keep her forever. This had happened so fast. This morning she was certain he would kill her, now she was lying in his arms not even caring about the chain that was locked around her ankle.

  He rolled off her reluctantly. She watched him fasten the chain between the spindles of the bed's foot board and snap the lock closed, and walked naked from the room. She laid there, her mind in a haze, until she heard him come back into the room. He was carrying a basin of water. She watched as he washed the blood and semen from her thighs. He was gentle, the washcloth was soft and the water was soothing and warm on her skin.