Stolen Property: The Abduction of Mayree Jacobs

by Melissa Harlow

  She lightly touched his cock, from base to tip. The skin was as silky smooth as she remembered. He was already semi-erect, even when not fully hard he was big and intimidating. She traced her finger around the ridge at the top, and he sighed, his cock blossomed almost immediately to a full erection in her hand.

  She began to slide her hand up and down the length of him, looking up at him, at the perfection of his face, as she explored the length and thickness of his cock. His scent was welcoming, he tasted like home. She was home. This was where she belonged, where she needed to be.

  He jumped in her grip as she hesitantly kissed the head, then she nuzzled her mouth against him, before parting her lips and taking him inside. Slowly she moved down on him, taking as much of him in as she could.

  She stared at his face, his eyes full of awe, his jaw 134

  clenched tightly. This was the first time he hadn't completely controlled what she did to him, and it was very different. She enjoyed him controlling her. She liked being used by him ... it drove her wild.

  This was nice too, watching his reactions as she explored and teased him with her lips and tongue. He looked at her with love.

  He drew his breath in harshly as she began to move her mouth wetly up and down him, her hand nestling his warm taunt balls below. She pulled her mouth away stroked him softly, her tongue catching the tiny drop of precum that seeped from the tip.

  She wanted to please him, and she lowered her mouth down on him, trying to take him into her throat as he had forced her to do every time she'd done this. Her eyes never left his face, even when his eyes were squeezed tightly shut and his mouth opened in a little gasp. He was beautiful, so beautiful.

  "Oh fuck, that feels so good, Mayree," he moaned, in a deep growl.

  It was wonderful, to watch him experience pleasure, knowing she was the cause. His muscular thighs were taunt beneath her hands, as she gripped them tightly, her hair cascaded over them. She hoped it was as pleasurable as the feeling of his hair when it tickled her thighs.

  Gaining more courage she began teasing him again with her tongue, until his hands touched her hair.

  "You promised you wouldn't do that," Mayree said, pulling her mouth away.

  Quinn laughed, "Oh I see, you think I'm going to let you just tease me? You know me better than that," he said, as he began wrapping her hair around his hands.

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  Mayree looked into those beautiful chocolate eyes. "I won't tease you, Quinn. I am going to suck every last drop of cum out of you. That's what you want isn't it?"

  "Mmm, you know what I want, Mayree. Suck."

  His fingers released their grip on her hair, as Mayree took him deep into her throat again. She sucked and slurped noisily, until she felt his hips rising.

  She was afraid of what he would do when she stopped, but she pulled her mouth away and looked at him as boldly as she could. She was going to play the same game he always played with her.

  "Tell me you love me, Quinn," she said, licking a circle around the head of his cock.

  A slight smile flickered on his lips, and his hands threaded back into her hair. "Suck my cock, Mayree," he ordered, and he shoved her head roughly back down.

  Disappointment flooded through her, but she was surprised at how quickly he let her head go when she resumed moving her mouth up and down on him.

  His breathing was ragged, and she felt his hand caressing her face, then down to her neck. "I love you, Mayree," he sighed, unleashing a million butterflies in her stomach. "I love you so much girl."

  She doubled her efforts to please him, accepting his cock willingly, deeper into her throat than he had ever even forced it. She wanted it all ... she needed it all.

  He groaned from somewhere deep in his belly and felt him throbbing, Mayree began swallowing before her mouth was even full, determined to drink every drop.

  She sucked hard, not knowing if there was more coming, her only intent to take in every single precious drop.

  Finally Quinn pulled away, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his skin, his eyes closed tightly. His hand covered his cock, as if he were protecting it from any more of her attention.

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  Mayree rested her head against the sofa cushion, her heart thumping hard. He said those words. Maybe he didn't mean them, but just hearing them had an effect.

  She felt tears in her eyes. It was those words she couldn't say out loud. It was because she couldn't say "I love you" to him. That's why she was crying, those damn words were leaking out. Once started, no amount of blinking them away could stop them. A mournful whine filled the room. Mayree was startled until she realized it came from her throat as she sobbed. She needed to tell him.

  She could feel Quinn looking at her, and she tried to look at him, but the tears blurred her vision. He pulled her in his lap, holding her, caressing her face. She loved when he was like this, gentle, and kind.

  "Shh, what's wrong Mayree?" he said anxiously.

  She gulped in air, trying to force away the tears.

  "Nothing," she sobbed, unable to reign in her emotions yet.

  "Bullshit, what's wrong with you?"

  "I just don't feel good," she lied.

  "I'm sorry, Mayree, I'm so sorry."

  She had a strange feeling he wasn't telling her he was sorry she didn't feel good. There was something else he was apologizing for, but she didn't know what it was.

  "Mayree, do you understand why I brought you here?"

  he said in a strained voice.

  "Yes, you thought I could help Jack."

  "Then you know I didn't do it to hurt you?"

  "Yes, but when Jack died I thought you were going to."

  "I know, and I'm sorry. Do you think that now?"

  "No. I know you aren't going to hurt me." Mayree took a deep breath. Maybe Quinn cared about her, but nagging doubts echoed in the back of her mind.

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  "Quinn, tell me about Donna? Who is she?" She lightly touched the heart tattoo on his bicep.

  "Nobody. Not anymore. She used to live here," his answer was sharp and quick, ripping away a bandage.

  "Why doesn't she now?"

  "She didn't want to anymore."

  She sensed he didn't want to talk to her about this but her need to know made her persist.

  "Why not?" Donna was dead, other than that she knew nothing, aside from the fact that apparently Quinn had shared Donna sexually with his brother.

  "Because she thought it would be better to die than to be with me." She heard him take a calming breath.

  "She was my girlfriend, until about a year ago. She took a bunch of pills. I don't know why, I guess she wanted to get away from me just like you want to."

  Quinn tried to keep his rising emotions in check. He bit down on his bottom lip and swallowed hard. "She said she loved me and I believed her. She told me over and over how special I was. I wasn't special, the way she was with me, the sounds she made, the passion she had, it was exactly the same when my brother was fucking her.

  There was nothing special about me. It was nothing but fucking, I was nothing special to her."

  "Oh." Mayree fell silent. She heard the anger and bitterness in his voice. In a way Quinn was very much like Mayree. He wanted to feel special, wanted to feel loved. She summoned her courage, "I don't want to go anywhere, Quinn. Everything I want is here. You are special. You're very special to me."

  He roughly shoved her away from him. "Nice try, honey, don't tell me I'm special. The only thing you want is your fucking life back. You want that chain off your ankle for good so you can get out of here. Or maybe 138

  you're just waiting for Randy to come back so you can fuck him too."

  The sudden outburst both startled and annoyed her.

  Mayree stared at him in stunned disbelief. "Where did that come from?" she said angrily. "Why would you even say that?"

  He shook his head. "I don't know. I was just ... I don't know." The confidence that he normally possessed seemed to wave
r.

  "I'm not Donna," Mayree snapped, her anger giving her more courage than she had ever possessed when she spoke to Quinn. "I don't know how things were between you two, but I can't understand how any woman could possibly be with a man like you and want anything more!"

  Quinn stared at her, she could see the question in his eyes, but it was one that right now she could not force herself to answer. If he asked out loud, she could tell him, but he didn't. He never had. As far as she was concerned right now, he didn't even care. It didn't matter to him if she loved him or not. It was enough for him she was here. His own personal whore.

  "Did you love her?" Mayree demanded, without even thinking of how she was speaking to him.

  Quinn looked like she'd burned him, but then his eyes were wide and expressionless. "No," he said finally. "Me and her, it was just fucking."

  Mayree bit down on her bottom lip. "That's what this is, isn't it, Quinn? Me being your whore, obeying you, begging you. It's all a power thing. You're in control just the way you like it. It's all about the sex, isn't it?"

  He looked at her with tired sad eyes, and swallowed hard. "I don't know, Mayree, is it? I wish to hell you didn't hate me."

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  She wanted to tell him, to look at him and say she loved him, but she was afraid to. Part of her believed maybe he could love her, but part of her felt like he would laugh at how foolish she was for falling in love with a man who'd stolen her from her life. Would he tell her what a stupid, fat whore she was? "I don't hate you," she said solemnly.

  Quinn was staring at her intently as she silently begged him in her mind to ask her, make him tell her she loved him.

  "The sex with you is better," he said finally.

  "What?"

  "The sex with you is better than it was with Donna. It's better than it was with anyone I've ever been with."

  Of course he would say that. He had her do whatever he wanted. It didn't really mean it was better because it was with her.

  "Yeah, sure it is. You got to train me! I was your virgin whore, just what you wanted."

  "That's not how it is," Quinn protested.

  "Really? Did you fuck her in the ass just to see if she'd let you? How many times did she kneel in front of you while you fucked her mouth?" She felt an incredible rage bubbling inside her. "And you miss her. You fuck me with her name tattooed right there for me to see. I lay my head against her name and I wonder how many times you told her you loved her when I know you'll never say those words to me! I tell you that you're special and you push me away."

  "I never told her I loved her. Never. Sometimes I wonder if that's why she did what she did. I didn't love her. I never loved any woman. Donna wasn't anything like you, she was nothing like you," Quinn said, sounding almost timid.

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  She searched his eyes trying to see if that was a good thing, but she couldn't tell. She was so angry she wasn't even sure she cared.

  "Donna wasn't the kind of woman a man should want to have anything to do with other than to just fuck her.

  She was fucked up, she had problems, she met me. I was fucked up, I had problems. Always getting into shit, going to jail, never was around long enough to commit to anyone or anything. I guess I just thought we could help each other. It didn't work out that way. I didn't love her."

  "And what am I like?" Mayree asked.

  "You're like my brother Jack was."

  "What does that mean?"

  "It means you have a good heart. It means no matter how much I corrupt you, you still have genuine goodness inside you."

  Mayree shook her head. "You're wrong."

  "What do you mean?"

  "I enjoy your corruption," Mayree admitted. "I like it so much sometimes I think there's something wrong with me. If I was so genuinely good I wouldn't like being treated like your whore."

  Quinn laughed, and smiled at her. "You are not my whore. I'm glad you're the way you are. You're kind and caring. You're good. Everything about you is good. Your smile, your eyes, your personality, your body and heart

  ... you are without a doubt the most fantastic woman I have ever met"

  "Quinn, I..." her voice trailed away, she was unable to speak.

  "What is it?" Quinn persisted.

  "I can't say it," Mayree said, trying to choke back a sob.

  "I don't want to. You wouldn't believe me anyway and I'm wrong for even feeling it."

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  "Get undressed Mayree," Quinn said softly. "I want to be inside you."

  Mayree complied, and undressed quickly. Standing naked before him, as he held out his arms, wordlessly urging her into them. She went to him immediately, always with a secret thankfulness he actually wanted her.

  She gazed down at him helplessly, her hips already moving against his knowing fingers, her pussy moistening, opening for him. She was never able to deny him anything. Her eyes dropped lower to his thick, heavy cock rising from its nest of black curls, already hard and swollen again.

  "What is it, Mayree, what can't you tell me?" he whispered, without stopping his teasing fingers. "Tell me your secret."

  "I want you, Quinn," she whimpered, locking her eyes to his.

  He stood up and effortlessly tossed her back onto the sofa.

  She laid there, waiting in anticipation for the pleasure she knew would soon follow. Be it his mouth or his cock, there would be pleasure.

  He rose before her, moving between her spread thighs.

  He trapped her face between his palms and kissed her hard. She arched against him, feeling the hard, thick length of him pressing against her wetness, and he sighed against her mouth.

  Her hands pulled on his hips as she felt the tip of him against her damp folds, sliding along until he reached her wet opening. She moaned as he nudged her before sliding inside her with one hot, fierce thrust.

  "Tell me your secret," he breathed into her ear, before he eased out of her then thrust back in, with a force that took her breath away.

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  She could barely think as her body yielded to him. She wrapped her legs around him, instinctively pulling him closer, clinging tightly to him. He began to take her with punishing strokes. A helpless moan escaped her as his hand closed possessively over her breast, sending shivers of heat down between her thighs as his thumb brushed over her stiffened nipple.

  "Oh! Quinn, please," she gasped, arching against him.

  She whimpered as he stilled inside her. She clamped her inner muscles tight around him, as if she could hold him in place if he chose to withdraw.

  "Tell me, Mayree," he asked, pulling his head back slightly to look down at her as his hand came to rest over her heart. "Tell me you love me. Dear god, please let that be what you want to say."

  She realized he already knew, he was urging her to say what he already knew.

  "I love you, Quinn," she admitted.

  He smiled in approval.

  Quinn thrust into her with powerful strokes, stretching her tight walls around him as he pushed inside her to the hilt. His eyes stared down into hers as he slowly withdrew before ramming back up inside her, she felt him watching every expression flicker across her face. "I love you," she repeated, relieved she finally admitted it out loud.

  Her legs wrapped around him, her hips arching to the pace he forced on her as his body slapped against her soft flesh. Waves of pleasure rushed over her as he rode her hard. He thrust into her over and over as she rippled around him, a powerful orgasm taking her breath away.

  Her mouth opened in a breathless scream.

  "Oh yeah, that's what I've wanted for so long, for you to love me," he grunted as he caught her leg, pushing it over his shoulder as his cock speared into her relentlessly.

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  She felt herself at the brink again, and one final thrust made her lose all control as she clawed at his back shrieking, "I love you Quinn!"

  She moaned as he increased the urgency of his thrusts, both her ankles over his broad shoulders, she was opened w
ide for him to fill. Her whole body tightened as she felt waves of pleasure continually pulse through her, the walls of her pussy bubbling around his hard cock.

  He groaned loudly, as his cock jerked inside her, and she felt the warmth of his cum filling her, completing her.

  "Say it again, Mayree, please?" he whispered.

  "I love you, Quinn. With all my heart I love you."

  She could tell he was happy she told him, but she was deeply disappointed he didn't say it back. It was impossible not to cry that night when he still locked the chain around her ankle. The tears were unstoppable.

  She'd admitted she loved him, she'd made a fool of herself.

  Quinn was quiet and would not look at her.

  "Quinn?" she whispered when he turned off the light.

  "I know you must think I'm stupid for falling in love with you, and I know you don't trust me. You can chain me up every night for the rest of my life and I won't care just as long as you love me. That's all I want from you. I've given you everything I have, all I want is you to love me."

  He was silent beside her in the dark, and she felt her frustration increasing. She rolled over on her side facing away from him. "Perhaps I picked the wrong brother to fall in love with," she sniped, wanting to bait him into speaking to her. Even if it was an argument at least he would be speaking to her.

  She heard him sigh heavily. "The one Ross you would have really fallen in love with is buried out back by the pond."

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  "So you don't believe that I really love you?" she asked.

  "I didn't say that."

  "Well, what are you saying?"

  "I'm saying if you do love me I don't deserve it. If you feel that for me then I got it the same way I've gotten everything else in my life ... I stole it from you."

  She smiled a little at that. "Well, I wish I was a thief then."