Quinn stood and stretched and quietly wrapped the chain around the sleeping girl's ankle before he settled into bed beside her. Gathering her in his arms he closed his eyes, "I love you, my sweet, Mayree," he whispered in the dark, against the softness of her hair.
112
CHAPTER 6
Quinn pulled into the parking lot of a small apartment complex and shut off his truck. A few drab two-story brick buildings situated off a busy street, with rusty iron bars on the bottom windows. It looked like some of the jails he'd been in.
Eying the paper Mayree had written, her fancy and loopy writing listed a meager amount of things she really wanted. He was struck by how little she had. She deserved so much more, there were so many things he wanted to give her. He dug the key to her apartment out of his jacket pocket and went into the building.
The apartment was on the first floor, at the end of the hall. There was a paper taped to the door, it was a thirty day eviction notice. That was almost funny, they were evicting someone who was never coming back to this little shit hole anyway. Quinn ripped it down and crumpled it up, as he unlocked the door.
It was a very small apartment, clean, and sparsely furnished. The counter by the sink was piled with weight loss drinks.
Frowning, Quinn pulled open a cabinet to find powdered diet drinks, and rice cakes. Even the normal food she had wasn't normal. Everything had the word
"light" or "low carb" on it. Well, thankfully Mayree had been blessed with an ample ass that all this diet shit hadn't managed to whittle away. He slammed the cupboard closed. At least with him Mayree managed to eat like a regular human being. Her body was fucking perfect, she didn't need all this diet shit. He'd never seen a more perfect woman.
Her bedroom was small and it smelled like perfume.
He remembered smelling the same scent in her hair the 113
first day when he'd held her in the bathroom. Sitting on her bed he looked at the books on the shelf, romance novels and self-help books. The walls were mostly bare except for a few pictures of flowers, and a large framed poster of a flock of Canadian geese. Her and those damn geese!
There was some jewelry on her dresser. He scooped it up and put it into her jewelry box. Opening a dresser drawer he began the task of gathering up her clothes and tossing them into trash bags. Following the directions on her paper he found her photo albums, and he paused to flip through them before he put them in the bag as well.
He searched until he found her perfume, she hadn't asked him to get it, but he loved it. Opening the bottle he breathed in the scent, trying to remember what life was like before he met her. He decided he didn't want to remember.
An hour and a half later, almost all Mayree's things were packed and loaded into the truck. She had so few belongings he hated leaving anything behind. In the end all that remained was furniture, a few empty hangers and all her diet food and weight loss products.
There were no parking spaces in front of the bank, so he was forced to walk a block past the stores on Main Street. The jewelry shop beside the bank had a display in the window, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a gold necklace with a unique pendant. Two geese flying together, it had a little card beneath it in the box that said "Geese mate for life".
He stopped and looked at it in amazement, then continued on to the bank. The line was slow, and Quinn kept thinking about that damn necklace. He felt an overwhelming urge to buy it for Mayree. The necklace wasn't cheap. He wondered if she would even like it, would she smile a real smile? When she smiled her ice 114
blue eyes sparkled like blue topaz, he wished she would smile for him more often.
She was back at his house in the kitchen, chained to the handrail of the cellar steps. The chain was long enough that she could move around the kitchen, so she could clean it while he was gone. Jack's angel was now Quinn's whore, chained up in the kitchen, cleaning again. Waiting for him to come home, probably wondering what sex acts she'd be asked to perform later.
He'd taken her freedom, her virginity, and he was planning on fucking her ass. The least he could do was buy her a damn necklace. Hell, he hadn't even earned the money he was going to use to buy it ... he'd stolen it just like he had the girl.
Quinn handed the teller his withdrawal slip, and impulsively said, "I'd like to add an extra three hundred to that, do I need to fill out another one?"
"Just change the amount and initial it, Mr. Ross," the teller replied.
Quinn stuffed the money in his wallet and went to the jewelry store.
The drive back home seemed to take forever. He was almost as excited about the idea of giving Mayree the necklace as he was about what he planned on having her do. She wasn't going to like what he wanted her to do, maybe he should save the necklace for afterward. As he drove up his long rutted driveway he decided he couldn't wait that long. He envisioned her face lighting up with that stunning smile he loved to see.
The kitchen smelled of lemon cleaner, and simmering chili, the scents of a home, not a prison, yet this was Mayree's prison. A picture of domestic tranquility, Mayree stood at the stove, stirring a big metal stock pot.
It would have appeared she was his girlfriend or his wife except for that chain around her ankle. Truthfully he 115
hated that damn chain as much as she did. She smiled at him when he came in, that sparkle in her eyes was there, as if some part of her of actually could have missed him. He stopped and just looked at her for a moment.
"I got most of your things. I'll bring them in later," he told her. He pulled the box out from his jacket pocket and handed it to her.
Her eyes searched his inquisitively as she held the purple velvet box.
"I bought that for you, I hope you like it." He hoped she smiled. He hoped she hugged him and said she loved him.
Mayree opened it and her face lost all expression for a moment, then her eyes filled with tears. Not exactly the result he was hoping for.
"It's so pretty," she said in almost a whisper.
"Pull your hair up, I'll put it on for you," Quinn said.
He fastened the necklace around her and bent to kiss the back of her neck. "Better than the one around your ankle, isn't it?" he asked as he touched the delicate gold chain. He wanted to hold her then, to tell her he loved her, but he wouldn't. She at worst hated him, at best tolerated him, and waited for her chance to escape. He'd given her the fucking necklace and she didn't even crack a smile.
She turned and clung to him, her body tight against his, almost as if she really cared for him. She had tears in her eyes.
Quinn pulled away and took off his coat, digging into his pocket for the key to the lock that secured her.
"Turn the stove off. We're going to the bedroom," he said, as he unlocked the chain from her ankle.
Just like that, Quinn thought. He was so romantic, some fucking foreplay ... telling her to get undressed, lie down, and spread her legs. Yet there she was, this 116
beautiful girl, naked without protest on his bed, legs spread wide for whatever he was going to do to her.
Positioning himself between her splayed legs he softly licked up and down, probing with his tongue until he reached her anus and licked circles around it before exploring the tightness of the opening by extending the tip of his tongue into it. He massaged her clit with the pad of his thumb until she was squirming, then he teased her swollen pussy lips with his tongue. He wanted her very wet, and desperate to come. She didn't know it yet, but Mayree was going to take him in her ass.
He teased her for a long time. With his mouth on her clit, he managed to get three fingers into her ass. He splayed them, again and again, stretching her. Opening her, readying her. She was tight, and his cock wasn't small.
Satisfied she was aroused enough he pulled away from her and sat on the bed. "Come straddle me," he said.
Mayree crawled up on him, she spread her legs wide, her knees on either side of his hips. Quinn rubbed his cock against her slick wetness, and reached between her spread
thighs, toying with her clit, then catching her juices in his fingers, smearing it against her tight puckered anal opening. She was so wet, there would be no need for any other lubrication, his cock was soaked from her. She moaned softly when he eased one finger into her. "That's it, relax and let me have it," he sighed.
He gave her a moment to adjust then inserted another finger, her eyes fluttered open wide. He caught her nipple in his mouth and sucked it as he felt her clenching around his fingers. He felt her relaxing again, and she sighed sweetly. Reluctantly he moved his mouth from her breast.
"Mayree, I want this, give it to me." He splayed his fingers wide, stretching her anus open slowly.
117
She bit her lower lip, staring at him.
"You belong to me, you know that. Show me you're mine." He could feel her trembling against him, but she hadn't said no yet, and he eagerly awaited her response.
She shyly nodded. Quinn's cock was even harder now.
He had expected her to say no, at least at first. Her eyes were locked with his, she looked at him expectantly.
"I'm not going to take it, Mayree, I want you to give it to me," he said, kissing her warm mouth. "Slide your pretty ass down on my cock."
Her soft hand encircled his cock. He groaned as he felt her rubbing it back and forth between her, soaking it even more with her own arousal. He watched her in amazement as her hand pushed it until it nudged against her.
His hand moved between her thighs, teasing, stroking, trying to keep her from feeling anything but pleasure, he didn't want to hurt her, he only wanted to possess her, all of her.
He felt the head of his cock begin to breach her tight hole, her sky blue eyes were locked on to his, still open wide. She shifted, and used her own weight slowly easing down on him. She would pause to adjust to the intrusion, her face showed both pain, and an intense look of concentration. He rubbed her clit faster, and she moved down further onto his waiting erection.
"Oh yeah, that's it sweetheart, you're almost there," he groaned. "Take it all."
He felt her muscles resisting, squeezing against him, sometimes so hard it actually hurt as she gripped at his cock. She took a deep breath and slid down, her soft buttocks pressing against his hips as she finally took him fully inside her.
118
He gasped in both surprise and pleasure, as she slowly moved up and back down, she was so hot inside, and so tight all around him, he knew he'd come soon.
His hand worked at her clit, his fingers rubbing frantically. He wanted her to move against him. He wanted her to come with his cock buried deep in her ass.
His mouth encircled her nipple, and he sucked it hard.
Mayree wiggled a bit then she was still for a long time, too long. Quinn's own needs took over then.
He put his lips to her ear. "Make yourself come, I want you to come with my cock in your ass. You gave it to me, now it's mine. Now I'm going to fuck it."
He put his hands on her hips, her muscles hugged his cock as he pushed in, pulled back out, then thrust back in going deeper each time. She submissively allowed him to move her on him. He pulled her up again then shoved her back down forcefully, her heavy breasts bounced up, the shiny gold geese pendant resting between them. Her own body weight pulled her ass down around his cock, lodging it deep into her. He arched up a little harder each time, watching her face, knowing this was hurting her, yet he saw the look of surrender on her face.
She'd given him proof that she would give him anything he wanted. She was his alone, his completely. He had all of her now, everything but her heart.
She moved her fingers furiously against her clit, then he felt her tighten and clench as she finally came.
The tight clenching got the better of him, he pulled her up onto her knees, and roughly slammed her back down, his hands holding her hips, his cock jerking, flooding inside her.
He pulled her up when he was through, easing his softening cock out of her, then holding her on his lap, kissing and cuddling her. She said nothing, quietly nestled against his chest.
119
He should feel victorious, he had made her surrender every bit of herself to him. He had stolen all the innocence she had, but Quinn knew he'd hurt her, and it made him feel guilty.
Shit, he loved her. Just as sure as he breathed, he loved her. She was crying. He caught a tear with his fingertip.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you," he said against her hair. "I really didn't. I just needed to know."
"You needed to know what?" she asked, her big teary eyes meeting his.
"How much of yourself you were willing to give." It sounded so terribly selfish when he said it out loud.
"I don't understand," she said.
There was no way to explain it to her. "Will you take a shower with me?" he asked feeling even guiltier.
She didn't speak, only nodded, he hated that she was always so quiet. At least in the beginning she had told him she hated him, now she hardly ever said anything unless he forced her to. She hated him so much she didn't even bother to tell him that anymore, she just followed his orders.
Quinn carried her to the bathroom, turned on the water, and adjusted it.
Mayree stood naked, shivering, her breasts jiggling.
The sight of her breasts always made him want to cup them in his hands, he loved the feel of their heavy fullness. As her nipples hardened they became darker pink, swelling beneath his lips. He loved the taste of her, everywhere.
He stood for several moments just looking at her, admiring just how pretty she was. "You're so beautiful Mayree. So beautiful. I love looking at you."
She sighed, and allowed him to guide her into the shower.
120
He filled his hands with gel soap, and gently began washing her, starting at her shoulders, then her arms.
He reached in front of her and rubbed his soapy hands across her breasts, moving down her belly, then to her downy pubic hair. His hand glided slowly between her legs, washing her thighs then finally sliding his fingers across her vagina.
She sighed and leaned back against him, his cock rested against her wet rosy ass cheeks.
He turned her around to face him, and he knelt before her, washing her legs, calves, and feet. He slid his hands up her legs, brushing his thumbs against her cleft as he reached the top. Massaging her inner thighs, he made feather light contact with her soft pubic hair.
He slipped one finger between the lips of her pussy and across her clitoris, then ran two fingers, splayed in the shape of a V, on either side of her sensitive nub. He washed her anus gently, knowing she was sore.
He slowly raised both hands upward from her hips, sliding up her body, over her breasts, until he cupped her face in his palms. Quinn could tell she enjoyed what he was doing. He kissed her mouth, then trailed kisses down her chin, and the curve of her neck, against the softness of her throat.
She touched him then. He supposed it was a reward for his efforts, she washed him, her fingers soft and slippery against his skin.
Quinn kept turning down the cold water, until finally all that was on was the hot, which sadly was scarcely warm now. He was disappointed. He could have stayed in there with her for hours.
He dried her before he dried himself, rubbing her gently with the towel while she stared at him. He could feel her still watching him as he dried himself.
121
"Quinn, do you really mean it when you say I'm beautiful?"
"More than I have ever meant anything in my life," he said, wishing she could physically feel the ache in his heart for her.
She stared at him blankly, as if that was too impossible to believe. Her eyes began filling with tears. "I hate you!
You're a liar," she sobbed. "You don't want me. You only say that because you have to keep me here anyway. I know I'm fat Quinn! I have tried so hard to lose weight, but I can't."
She started crying ever harder, those beautiful eyes spilling out her pain. "There was this girl I worked with at the
hospital, and she was so mean, she always made jokes about me, and talked about me being fat. You probably think all those same things every time you look at me. Did it make you happy that your big fat whore took your cock up her big fat ass?" She was shaking, sobbing. Hell, she'd cried less the day he pointed a gun at her.
Quinn gathered the crying girl in his arms, all her tears and sadness, washing over him. He was so lost to her.
"Shh, Mayree, don't cry." He was angry that anyone would say a woman as beautiful as Mayree was fat. The thought had never even entered his mind. He was even angrier to realize she had let it damage her self-esteem so badly. He thought about all the diet shit at her apartment. "I think you're perfect. You're beautiful, you're ripe. You feel so good, Mayree," he said against her ear. "Mayree, you know how much I always want you.
You. I never thought anything like that. You have a body made for pleasure, perfect for me. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I don't think you're fat, and I don't think of you as my whore. I think of you as my beautiful woman. The only woman I want."
122
He heard her exhale, a soft sweet sigh. She stared at him thoughtfully. Her tear-filled eyes blinked. "Thank you," she whispered.
Quinn shrugged. "You don't need to thank me for telling you the truth. You're beautiful. What were you thanking me for last week in the cellar, Mayree?"
She looked at him with wide, innocent eyes, still blinking away tears. "For wanting me."
Quinn was suddenly filled with the overwhelming urge to thank her. He couldn't understand why she would thank him for wanting her. He'd wanted her from the first time he had really looked at her.
Stolen Property: The Abduction of Mayree Jacobs Page 11
