"Spread your legs," he said, his burning dark eyes gazing down into her face. Hesitantly she opened her legs, and he rewarded her by washing her inner thighs.
She blushed as he stared at her.
"You are so innocent," he sighed, as he moved the washcloth against her. He spread her swollen lips and cleaned her, then paused and moved the washcloth away, holding her open to his stare. She wiggled away in embarrassment, tightly clamping her legs.
He looked at her with an amused expression. "Don't try to keep me from what's already mine, Mayree."
A flush of excitement and a strange ache washed over her when he said that.
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"Spread your legs," he said, the soft tone of his voice didn't hide the fact he fully expected her to obey him.
Trembling, she opened her legs.
She squirmed as his calloused fingers peeled her plump lips apart, exposing her hidden pink flesh to his smoldering brown eyes.
"I want you again so bad, so fucking bad." he said softly. "Your little pussy looks too sore now. I don't want to hurt you. I want you to learn how good I can make you feel when you aren't sore."
He stood beside the bed and handed her the wash cloth. "Wash me now."
Mayree stared at Quinn's cock, afraid to touch it.
She'd never touched a man before. Gingerly she began rubbing him with the cloth.
Quinn sighed, and Mayree grew a little bit more confident, wiping underneath, and all around.
Quinn jerked the chain, pulling it to its full length.
"Kneel down, Mayree," he said softly. Mayree found herself unable to protest, and she meekly knelt in front of Quinn.
"Touch me," he said, pulling the wash cloth from her hand.
Awkwardly, she touched his erection with her bare hand. It was warm and silky smooth, unlike any skin she had ever felt.
Quinn sighed. "That's it sweetheart. Put your hand around it, and squeeze real hard around the base."
Mayree felt a tremor go through him as she wrapped her hand around his cock.
He stepped closer, and she felt the tip brush against her lips. Mayree gasped, and Quinn's whole body jerked as her breath touched him.
"Open your pretty mouth," Quinn said.
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Mayree hesitantly parted her lips and his cock slid in.
She felt it slide over her tongue and bump against the back of her throat. Mayree closed her lips around him, and explored his smooth flesh with her tongue. Quinn groaned deep in his chest, and Mayree felt a great thrill of accomplishment. She closed her lips around him and tried to suck.
"Oh, yeah, suck Mayree." His voice was low, dirty, and made her feel immensely excited.
His fingers tangled in her hair, and he began to rock his hips. He was pulling her hair, as she bobbed her head and sucked as hard as she could. Quinn increased his grip on her head, and began thrusting in and out quickly, Mayree gagged a few times, but she kept trying to please him. He pulled back, so only the head was between her lips, then slowly he pressed his cock back into her throat.
Mayree gagged again, and thrashed, but Quinn held her by her hair, until she stilled. His cock was deep in her throat and she had trouble breathing. As she relaxed, he loosened his grip and slid his cock back, letting her gasp for air.
"When I come, I want you to swallow it," Quinn gasped, before pulling her head so hard against him she couldn't breathe at all. He tilted her head up, straightening out her neck, now he was constantly entering her throat.
"Oh fuck yeah, you've got a hot little mouth," Quinn groaned.
Her whole body was responding to the knowledge she was pleasing him. Her nipples were erect, not just because the room was cold. She was pleasing him, she wasn't fat Mayree Jacobs, she was a desirable, sexy woman. She could feel the warm moisture building between her thighs.
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Mayree felt something thick, hot and salty on her tongue, and she knew he was ejaculating into her mouth.
His cock throbbed and pumped, flooding her mouth.
Mayree couldn't keep it all in, some came dribbling out of her mouth and down onto her breasts, even though she tried desperately to swallow it.
Quinn jerked his softening cock from her lips, he was smiling. "That was nice. Next time open your eyes and look up at me when you're sucking it." He bent slightly and with his index finger he wiped a trickle of his semen from her breast, and then shoved his sticky finger into her mouth. "You need to learn to swallow it all," he said in a playful voice.
Mayree felt ashamed of herself, as she shivered on the cold floor. He had just used her, and she had liked it.
She had liked it a lot.
"Get up on the bed," Quinn said, as he sat on the edge.
Mayree stood on shaking legs and limply lay on the bed. She was so cold ... all she wanted to do was pull the covers over her. Quinn slipped his hand between her legs, and smiled. "You're wet. You liked that, didn't you?
That's good. I like that you got all wet from sucking my cock."
Mayree glared at him, she could still taste him in her mouth and suddenly she wanted to spit right in his smiling face.
He began caressing her, drawing a response from her body that she didn't want to give to him then. Mayree closed her eyes as his fingers explored her pussy, touching her gently, brushing and teasing her clit, melting away her resistance.
"I'm the first man who ever made you come, aren't I?"
he asked quietly.
She met his eyes with embarrassment. "Yes," she whispered.
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"I'm the only man, Mayree. Do you understand that?
You will never have anyone but me. Not my brother, not anyone but me!"
She didn't understand why he was saying this to her, but she nodded. His words made her feel a strange longing for him, to be his.
"Do you understand me?" he repeated.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Say it," Quinn said. "Tell me. Say you'll never have any other man but me!"
"I will never have any man but you, Quinn." Somehow as those words left her lips she knew they were true. She felt moisture trickle down between her cheeks, as his skilled fingers plucked at her clit.
"You're so beautiful, so ripe," he murmured against her breast. The gentle suckling of his mouth against her nipple sparked an aching throb between her thighs, as his fingers caught her juices. She melted against his hand, her thighs open wide and unresisting as her butt writhed against the bed. She was lost to everything but the feel of his hands and mouth, her lips parted in a deep moan, as she came against his hand.
He kissed her neck softly. "Do you like how I make you feel?"
She pulled as far away from him as she could, embarrassed she had behaved this way with the man who had kidnapped her. She certainly didn't want to admit again she had enjoyed being with him. She rolled over so he couldn't see her face. "I always thought the first time would be with someone I loved. Someone who loved me."
She heard him sigh. "What if I did love you, Mayree?
I'm hoping you'll love me," he said.
His statement surprised her, there was no way he could ever love her. Men who looked like him fell in love 71
with beautiful women. She knew she could love him, she already felt something for him. She refused to admit it to him now though. "Why would I ever love you? You dragged me in this house with a gun against my head!"
He moved her hair and kissed the back of her neck.
"I'm hoping I can make that up to you. I'm hoping I can make you forget how you got here."
"She fought the urge to turn and kiss him. "Why?" she asked. What difference does it make to you how I feel?"
"I don't know," he said, his breath was warm against the nape of her neck. "Something about you, the way you make me feel."
Her breath caught in her throat. "What do I make you feel?"
"I don't know. Something different. Something I never felt, but I want to feel. Something I need."
Quinn ma
de her feel a lot of things she'd never felt.
Desired, beautiful, even sexy.
"You want to sleep here in my bed with me tonight, Mayree?" Quinn said, as he pulled the warm covers over her shivering body.
She turned and met his eyes, biting down on her lip.
The thought of sleeping beside him made her happy. "It would be better than in the cellar," she replied, trying to coolly mask her excitement.
He smiled a little, looking at her like he was amused by her.
Quinn sat up, reached over and picked up his jeans off the floor. He fished the keys to the locks from his back pocket and tossed them across the room onto a dresser.
"I guess I'll let you sleep here then," he said.
He laid beside her and she could feel him looking at her. She wished she knew what he was thinking. She turned her head to look at him. That look of dark 72
sadness had settled back into him, his eyes clouded with it. Finally he spoke.
"I won't just let you sleep here, I'm glad you want to. I wish I'd met you in a normal way. This is just ... it's all fucked up. I think if I'd have met you differently we could have really ... I don't know, maybe you would have really liked me."
He looked at her so lovingly then, the hardness of his face softening. His face looked like the beautiful, angelic looking boy she'd seen die last night.
"More than that, I wish you didn't ever want to go," his voice sounded far away. "I want you here with me like this every night."
She felt him wrap his arms around her, so strong, so warm ... it felt wonderful to be held by him. He was wrong, it didn't matter how he'd met her, she did like him. She shouldn't, but she did. She just never wanted him to know. Mayree slept better that night than she ever had before.
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CHAPTER 4
Mayree woke to the sound of rain drumming on the roof. Outside the window it was gray and gloomy, but the sun had risen. Quinn wasn't in bed, and she wondered where he was. She closed her eyes. It was so quiet here, no traffic noise like at her apartment. All she could hear was the soft steady beat of the rain and the geese occasionally honking. She listened to them, thinking how pretty the pond looked as the geese glided across the water. It was beautiful here. Like being back home on her grandparents farm, peaceful and serene. The patter of the rain was like music. Eyes closed, she lay in bed, wishing Quinn was beside her.
When she stretched, and the chain around her ankle jingled, she had nearly forgotten about it. Would he let her go now that they had slept together? Was that what he wanted, why he had kept her here last night? It was hard to think straight now. What was she going to do when she went home? Call the police? Did she want him to go to jail? No, that wasn't what she wanted at all.
She wasn't sure what she wanted anymore, but it certainly wasn't for him to be arrested. She didn't even know if she wanted to go home.
There had never been a man who had wanted her, desired her. Quinn wanted her, if he took her home that would mean he didn't want her anymore. The more she thought about it the less she wanted to go home. She liked everything about him, the way he looked, the way he smelled, the way his face softened when he smiled.
He came through the doorway, clad in torn faded jeans, shirtless, looking even better than he had last night.
"Good morning, Mayree," he said. He was trying to 74
sound cheerful, but she still saw that haunted sorrow in his eyes.
She wondered if he would want to make love to her again. Make love? Where had that thought come from?
Love wasn't what happened between them. He had fucked her. He wanted a virgin ... that was what had excited him about her. It didn't matter if she was a fat girl, she had been a virgin. She wasn't anymore.
Mayree stared at him, trying to force herself to hate him. She wanted to reject him, before he rejected her.
Maybe it would hurt less that way. "Are you going to let me go now?" she said quickly.
Quinn looked genuinely surprised. "Why would I do that?"
"You got what you wanted, now you can take me home," she said.
"I didn't get what I wanted," Quinn replied, his dark eyes glaring back at her. "When I get what I want you won't have to be kept chained up anymore."
A frown wrinkled her face as she stared back at him, trying to understand what he was saying.
Her heart began to pound as he walked to the bed.
The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he sat beside her. "You think I just wanted to pop your cherry? No sweetheart, I want a lot more from you than that. If I just wanted a cherry hole I'd still have your ass, wouldn't I?"
Mayree cringed in fear, and Quinn laughed. "Don't worry girl, I won't be fucking your ass. He paused meaningfully, staring at her. "Not today anyhow."
"What do you want from me, Quinn?" she asked.
"I want all of you, everything you've got. When I have what I want you will be here willingly, and you will love me."
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It was already like that! She already was here willingly, and she felt something for him. Maybe it was love, but she didn't know. She had nothing to compare it to. There was definitely something she felt for him. Maybe because he was the only man she had ever been with, or maybe she did love him. This was all wrong. Something was wrong with her.
She summoned up all her courage and slapped him hard across the face. Her hand was stinging as her eyes locked with his, and a shiver of fear coursed through her at the dangerous look in his angry eyes.
"I'll never love you!" she said.
Despite the angry look on his face his voice was surprisingly calm. "You really shouldn't have done that, Mayree, because I will slap you back. In fact, I have been waiting for the opportunity." His large hands ran up the sides of her thighs, the corners of his mouth curled into a wicked smile when she trembled.
"Are you shaking in fear or anticipation, Mayree?"
"Don't touch me," she said, although she already ached for him to.
"Not only am I going to slap you back, but I will love doing it." He laughed. "You might like it, too."
"Fuck you, Quinn!" Mayree spat.
"Such language! And I let you put that filthy little mouth on my cock," Quinn laughed. "You need to learn some manners girl. Lucky for you, you got a man who will love teaching you."
Quinn threw one arm under her knees and the other around her back, picked up her up in his arms, and plopped her onto his lap. She gave a little gasp of surprise and both her hands went to cover her crotch, He flipped her over so she was lying face down across his lap.
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He slapped his palm against her bottom. Mayree jumped in surprise at the impact. She reached her hands behind her, struggling to cover her bare buttocks.
Quinn grabbed her wrists easily, brought them together and wrapped one hand around them. Then he slapped her bottom two more times, and Mayree squirmed angrily.
"Your ass was made for this, honey. I'm going to teach you to love this. The first time I looked at your pretty ass all I could think of was how much I wanted you over my knee getting a good spanking."
Mayree struggled harder to get loose, until Quinn wrapped his leg over her back, pinning her down.
"Raise your ass, Mayree," Quinn demanded.
"Stop it you bastard," she shrieked, gritting her teeth.
"Raise it, offer it to me, give it to me, or I'll smack it even harder." She could tell by his voice he meant it.
Mayree hesitantly pushed her ass upward and braced for the pain.
Quinn caressed her skin gently before slapping her softly. "That's it! Keep your ass up for me. Offer it up."
Mayree heard the excitement in his voice.
Quinn slapped her four more times, and she realized that as big as he was if he really wanted to hurt her he could. This didn't hurt, it just stung a little, and made her butt cheeks warm. After a few more minutes she was horrified that she was actually getting aroused.
He worked one of his hands between her thighs, sli
pping his finger inside her, teasingly, then another, until she was filled with three of his large fingers.
Then his other hand slapped hard against her bare cheeks. The stinging sensation made her muscles tighten and clench around his fingers, and he moved them in and out, fucking her hard with them as he slapped her ass. With each blow pain seared through her 77
followed almost immediately by a pleasurable throbbing against his fingers. When his thumb rubbed against her clit, Mayree lost the battle, and struggled no more.
The blows came fast and hard after that, until with one more hard slap she felt herself gushing blissfully against Quinn's fingers.
Quinn rolled her over on his lap and his fingers stroked her between her legs. "Oh, you're a naughty girl, Mayree, you've gone and got that sweet little pussy all wet."
He lowered his mouth to her breast and lazily licked circles around her nipple, which responded immediately by hardening against his tongue. His eyes were intent on her face as he slipped his hand between her slightly parted thighs, plucking at her clit. "I love how hot you are. You have such a sweet little squeal when you come."
"You have to let me go," she cried, trying to fight the scorching pleasure of his fingers on her body." You can't keep me here like this."
"I don't want to keep you here like this. I want you to want to be here, to need to be here, with me."
Mayree felt an aching heat swirling between her thighs.
It took every ounce of control to remain still and not wiggle against his exploring fingers, yet she couldn't stop herself from squirming slightly as he stroked her lips and clit with tantalizing softness.
"Please Quinn," she whimpered.
"Please what? Let you go? Stop? Or make you come for me?"
She couldn't find the answer.
His finger circled her clit. "You want my tongue here?"
She did. Badly. But to have to say it to him... His finger brushed her softly.
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