"Tell me, Mayree. Tell me what you want."
"Please?" she sighed.
"Please what?"
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"Lick me," she said.
He pressed his mouth against hers and kissed her.
"Ask me to lick your pussy. I want to hear you say those words."
Desire was winning out over embarrassment as his fingers stroked her. She met his eyes awkwardly.
"Please, Quinn, lick my pussy."
"Mmm, I can't wait," Quinn said smiling.
He moved between her legs, she was helpless to close them now. She could hardly wait for his mouth to touch her there, as his long hair brushed against her inner thigh.
She felt him spreading her lips wide apart. Desire flashed through her as she felt cool air chilling her dampness, then the warmth of his breath, as he pressed his mouth to her clit. Sucking it into his mouth, he moved down and plunged his tongue into her.
"You're so wet, Mayree, all for me," he sighed as he lapped at her.
She was squirming, writhing, as she felt his tongue probing inside her. His fingers dug into the tops of her thighs as he held her still while his tongue moved in and out of her.
A teasing finger took his tongue's place as he turned his attention back to her clit. He swirled his finger in her wetness, and then slid it between her butt cheeks. She squirmed helplessly, the pleasure of his mouth distracted her from the slight discomfort of his finger pressing into her backside.
"Relax Mayree," his breath was hot against her swollen nub. "Let me in your tight little ass."
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her until she was plugged with several inches of his thick index finger.
Her bottom began to adjust to the intrusion, as his tongue caressed her. Her tight ass began clenching down hard on his finger as it thrust deep inside her. She shuddered as tension built up between her thighs. The combination of sensations was unlike anything she had experienced yet.
When another finger pushed into her wetness as he suckled hard on her nub, she was soon lost in the magic of his mouth teasing her. The sweet pleasure became an aching need. She was moaning and wriggling against him until she reached a searing climax, only this time waves of pleasure washed over her continually as his warm mouth kept sucking her clit. Finally she had to wiggle free, the pleasure becoming so intense it was almost painful.
She felt his hands press heavily on her thighs, "I wasn't done with you yet."
She tensed as he roughly peeled her wet folds apart, exposing her to the cool air. She was shaking. Her whole body jerked as fingers lightly spanked her spread wetness, and she gasped in surprise. Again and again he smacked her there, and she struggled fiercely, even though her clit tingled with need.
He pressed his mouth to her stinging flesh, his tongue lapped softly against her swollen lips, circling in soft licks, swirling around the entrance to her vagina.
Mayree relaxed her legs, and soon was lost to his mouth again. She moaned in pure satisfaction. She watched with wide eyes as he unbuttoned his jeans, unzipping them and sliding them down his lean hips, until with a soft groan his thick erection sprang forth.
He shifted against her, nudging at her tingling wetness.
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sliding slowly inside of her. She tensed around him as he pushed deeper inside. An anxious whimper escaped her as she waited for the pain, this time there was none. Her body slowly melted into his, a soft sigh escaping her, he felt so wonderful inside her.
"That's it, relax. It won't hurt anymore." He lips captured hers, in soft kisses, his face was wet, and Mayree realized the wetness was from her. He eased in and out of her, each time sliding deeper than before. She clung to him as he did this over and over, teasing her to the point of madness. She was unable to think, as he finally came to rest fully within her.
Slowly he began to rock inside of her, sending embers of pleasure coursing through her. Her fingers dug into his back as he took her with deep, torturous thrusts.
She bit down lightly on his muscular shoulder as his thrusts quickened. His fingers teased her clit as he worked his thick shaft in her tight passage. He groaned against her neck and drove deep within her.
Mayree momentarily struggled to bring her body back under control, but soon gave up, lost in the pleasure.
Her hips eagerly rose to meet his slamming thrusts, taking him deep.
Every delicious stroke stretching her around him made it harder to breath. She writhed and bucked against him. She cried out as she finally came, bubbling around his frenzied thrusts.
His hands gripped her wrists, pinning them tight to the bed. Quinn groaned deep in his chest as he jerked within her rippling grip, his hot wetness flooding deep inside her. Oh god, she loved how this man made her feel!
When he let her wrists go she wrapped her arms tightly around him.
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They lay together, Mayree was still clinging to him, he was still inside her, and she didn't want him to move away.
His mouth pressed against her ear. "You will love me, Mayree, if you don't already."
Mayree stiffened beneath him, she already loved him, but there was no way she should. "I hate you, Quinn,"
she said as convincingly as she could. Even though she didn't mean it she felt bad as soon as she heard herself say it.
She felt his body vibrate against her as he laughed.
"Your body loves me," he said sweetly. "You love how I make you feel, you will love me, Mayree. You'll give me anything I want because you love me. You've already given me your pussy and your mouth. Just let yourself go, give all yourself to me."
Mayree pushed hard against his chest, "Get off of me."
She struggled fiercely against his weight, wiggling beneath him.
"Oh fuck, I like when you squirm around like that,"
Quinn said with a groan, holding her down tighter.
"Get off of me Quinn, I mean it!" she said angrily, pushing him, as she writhed.
She was suddenly aware of his renewed desire hardening inside her. The more she struggled, the harder he got.
He began moving inside her with long, possessive thrusts. This time she had no fear, only lustful need, as he stroked deep with an exquisite intensity. Her hips rose eagerly to his, seeking the fulfillment she knew she would soon find. Her hands moved down his back, luxuriating in the feel of his hard rippling muscles, her body eagerly welcoming each pounding thrust, anxiously anticipating the next.
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He had her, he was right, she did love how he made her feel. She watched him above her, the muscles in his neck and arms straining, his chest glistening with sweat, he was so beautiful. She moved with him, with a frenzied urgency, anxious to feel the incredible sensations of pleasure he always gave her.
He slowed as he felt her bucking and writhing.
Disappointed she tried to arch up against him, she wanted more, she needed more. "Don't stop," she panted.
He laughed. "I should. You hate me remember?"
Mayree wrapped her legs around him, pulling as hard as she could, desperate to be filled by him. The chain clattered and jingled against her leg. "I'll hate you more if you stop," she said.
He laughed, and pulled back further. "Tell me you love me," he said, looking down at her. She could see a victorious glow in his eyes.
"No," she said, forcing herself to go limp beneath him.
He eased in a bit more, then pulled back again, over and over with maddening patience, until she could take no more.
"Please," she said.
He pressed his lips against hers. "Tell me you love me," he said, as once again he pulled back.
"I love you," she wailed.
He was wild then, his thrusts long and deliciously deep as she moved against him, still wanting more.
He drew in a long r
attling breath then groaned, his warmth spilling in her as he fiercely jerked and flexed.
She cried out as ecstasy coursed through her, filling every corner of her body.
Quinn finally rolled off her. She could feel him looking at her.
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"You're so beautiful, Mayree," he said softly. He stretched, and sighed. "Maybe a nap before we have some breakfast," he said.
He closed his eyes, and she just stared at him.
What the hell was wrong with her? It didn't matter if he was handsome or not, he had kidnapped her! He was a criminal.
She stared at his flawless profile for a long time, thinking about what he had said last night about if they had met under different circumstances. She knew what she looked like. Quinn wouldn't have even given her a second look if he'd met her under normal circumstances.
He would chose to be with someone like that skinny, pretty bitch, Penny. He was just using her because he had to keep her here anyway. He didn't really want her.
That sudden realization almost brought tears to her eyes.
Mayree reached down to the floor and picked up the blue t-shirt he had given her, and slipped it on, pretending she was cold. An idea had flickered into her mind. Somehow she just knew if she said she had to go to the bathroom Quinn would take off the chain. He looked far too relaxed to want to get out of bed and follow her.
"Quinn," she said softly. "Will you let me go to the bathroom?"
He opened his eyes and looked at her for a moment, then with a sleepy sigh he retrieved his jeans from the floor beside him and pulled out the key. She watched as he unlocked the chain, trying not to look as excited as she felt.
"Go ahead," he said, and he made no move to get up.
Mayree walked slowly to the bedroom door and went into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and stared at the large window. It was only about five feet to the ground below. It would be an easy jump.
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She pulled on it, and it only opened a tiny bit. Using as much strength as she had she pulled again, until the old wooden frame with peeling paint finally groaned open far enough for her to fit. She hesitated, torn between the idea of actually wanting to stay, and escaping. He was doing something to her, he was making her want him, making her love him.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror. She wasn't a virgin anymore, but she was still fat. Quinn was lying to her, probably wishing the whole time he was with her that he had taken a pretty girl from the hospital instead of a fat one. Angry at herself for even considering staying, she pushed her feet out the window and jumped to the wet grass below.
She turned toward the tree line. There was a road barely visible just beyond it. She had run only a few feet when she heard the wooden screen door bang shut. She turned and saw Quinn. He was still pulling up his pants, as he sprinted toward her.
Running as fast as she could, she raced toward the trees as the cold rain pelted against her. She was nearly half-way there when Quinn easily caught her. This was no gentle grip like the first time she'd ran. He threw her roughly onto the ground. A long and terrifying silence stretched between them as he glared down at her, his chocolate brown eyes were fierce and angry, boring into her possessively.
He jerked her to her feet, she gasped as he lifted her, tossing her over his shoulder as though she weighed nothing. He carried her back toward the house.
Mayree struggled to get free, then knowing she was overpowered, she tried persuasion. "Please Quinn. I'm sorry, please don't hurt me."
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"Shut up Mayree. I told you not to try and run, you need to learn when I tell you something I fucking mean it." His voice was hard and emotionless.
Terror filled her as he kicked open the cellar door and he took her down the steps. He put her back in the little storage room and slammed the door without saying a word. Tears stung in her eyes now, as she wondered what he was going to do. He had told her he wouldn't hurt her, as long as she didn't try to run. She had run, so what would he do now?
She crouched in the darkness for what felt like an eternity, waiting for him to come back. The shirt she wore was soaked with the rain and she shivered in the musty cold room. The tears started then, she couldn't hold them in. A strange realization hit her. She wasn't crying because she was afraid, she was crying because Quinn was mad at her.
She heard the door open and he turned on the light.
He shoved the screwdriver that he used to keep the door closed into his front pocket. She looked fearfully at the heavy leather belt he was holding. Her breath strangled in her throat and her terrified eyes met his, he looked incredibly angry.
"Come here," he commanded, his rough voice filled her with fear, and something else. She was even more afraid when she realized how aroused she was by him at this moment. He was so big, so powerful, she was suddenly overcome with the desire to please him, to belong to him completely.
"The more you disobey me, the harder it I will be on you," he warned.
Her legs shaking, she approached him. "Take off the fucking shirt," he ordered.
"Why?" she said in a whisper.
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"Because that's what I want. Do it now. I want you naked."
She limply removed the shirt, standing nude before him. Her nipples were hard as pebbles from the cold.
"That's better. When I tell you to do something you don't ask me why, you just do it, understand?"
She met his eyes and nodded.
"Why are you crying?" he asked, his voice gentler now.
"I don't want you to be mad at me," she admitted.
He wiped her face. "Shh, I'm not mad at you. Don't cry. I am going to punish you for running though."
The word "punish" both frightened and further aroused her.
His large hand slid down over the swell of her belly and rested between her thighs. "You belong to me. You're mine. To punish, to fuck, to do whatever I want with."
He jerked her arms over her head and looped them in the belt, binding her wrists together tightly. He attached the belt to the beam above her, forcing her to stand on her toes.
"Please Quinn," don't hurt me," she said, hoping he wouldn't touch her right now. She didn't want him to know the effect this was having on her. She was ashamed enough that she was wet – she didn't want him to know.
"Shh," he said, as he gently kissed her trembling lips, I don't want to hurt you, but I have to punish you. You shouldn't have tried to run away, bad girls who try to run away need to be punished, don't they?"
"I won't do it again Quinn. I promise… Please," she pleaded.
"Oh, Mayree, you know I please," he said wickedly. He laughed. "I always please."
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ass, hard. Mayree shrieked at the stinging pain. His hand was gentle then, he kneaded and caressed the sore flesh. She heard the swish of air before his slap landed on her other cheek then whimpered as she felt the warm caresses return. He continued this, the slaps forcing her hips forward with each blow, causing her to dance on her toes as she writhed against the stiff leather around her wrists. He was slapping her even harder now, and it was starting to hurt a lot.
"Please Quinn," she pleaded after several minutes.
"Please no more. It hurts."
"There will more Mayree, there will be a lot more. You have the perfect ass for spanking, and you like it too. I'll bet your little cunt is dripping."
She moaned as she felt his hand slide between her soaking thighs, her ass was stinging, and yes, she was dripping wet. The breath caught in her throat as two thick fingers plunged into her slick pussy, and she eagerly spread her thighs further apart, her need for his touch overriding any fear.
He laughed. "That's right, spread for me, and give me what's mine. Mayree when I'm done with you there'll be no innocence left in you. You will love me, you will need me! You'll do anything for me."
She cried out
in surprise as he caught one knee, lifting it off the ground and resting it against his hip. She struggled to keep her balance on her other foot.
"Please," she pleaded, unsure what new punishment he had in store for her. She wasn't even sure what she was pleading for. She tried to force herself to want this to end, even as her whole body craved more attention.
The sting of his slap between her legs was so unexpected that she cried out. He slapped her again, not as hard this time, her nipples were tingling, moisture oozed from her pussy. Her sex stung from the open hand 88
blows, yet her clit throbbed with need. Never had she felt so needy and feverish with desire. Her body's reactions to this man were confusing. Everything he did seemed to make her want him more.
"You like this, don't you Mayree? You like me doing whatever I want to you?" He smiled, as if he knew how desperately she wanted him right now.
"No," she protested unconvincingly.
"You'll learn to then. You're going to learn to be a good girl and give me whatever I want."
His hand slapped hard against her pussy again, her clit took most the force from his palm. She was shocked as pleasure shot through her as she cried out from the impact. He slipped his fingers into her. "Don't lie Mayree, you like this. You'll have no doubt who owns your body by the time I'm through with you."
She did like this, Quinn was slapping her, touching and wanting her. No man had ever wanted her, let alone a man as flawless as Quinn. He was a man who deserved to be with beautiful women, not here with her in a dirty cellar, slapping her fat jiggling ass.
She watched excitedly as he slid his pants down, his steely hard cock sprang forth. It was a powerful feeling to think he wanted her so much, that he was this excited, this aroused because of her.
The screwdriver he had used to prevent her escape began sliding from the front pocket of his jeans. He caught it in his hand then held the handle in his mouth as he continued to slide down his jeans.
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