Stolen Jewel by Alexis Abbott
Jewel
My eyes go wide as Stefan’s lips press against mine. I’m startled for a split second, but my body catches up quickly. I feel warm and tingly from my head to my toes. Emotions burst like fireworks in my mind. Fear, anger, confusion, and potent arousal flood through me. It’s a wild concoction. All the electrical signals that keep me sane and stable are firing out of control. There’s only one thing I know for sure: the world before this kiss and the world that comes after are not the same. But there’s no turning back now.
I push up into the kiss and part my lips as his tongue presses in.
Everything but the two of us fades to a dull hum in the background, while every movement of Stefan’s body is vividly magnified. His hand curls around my wrist on the sheets beside my head and I feel his thumb rolling slow circles into the soft pad of my palm. His free hand cups my cheek and trails down to my jawline as his teeth graze my bottom lip.
I gasp when he gently bites down. I don’t feel any pain, just a heady rush. My adrenaline is pumping. My heart is pounding like I’m about to leap off a cliff. My nipples tingle and stiffen. I feel them prick against the t-shirt, and every tiny rustle of the fabric gives me a ticklish shiver. Stefan takes my chin delicately in his fingers and tilts my head back. His lips trail down along my jawline toward my ear. His hand slides loosely around my neck as he breathes in my ear. I shudder at the overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation rolling up and down my spine. It tickles like crazy, but it’s the most delicious torture.
He growls into my ear, “I want you, Jewel.”
“Then take me,” I whisper fiercely.
Stefan’s hand smooths down my throat and over my collarbone. He kisses and nips at my skin on my exposed neck. Goosebumps prickle up and down my body. When his hand gropes my breast over my t-shirt, I suck in a tight breath. I’m getting so wet between my legs. My juices drip down my thighs underneath these folded-over boxers. I wonder if he can tell, if he can smell my desire in the air. I arch my pelvis up against him in a wordless plea for more. For everything.
He reaches down between us and I feel a giddy rush when his knuckles barely glance across my sensitive mound. He grabs the hem of the oversized t-shirt at my thigh and shoves it up, pushing up my shirt to reveal my taut stomach and pert, plump tits. My lips fall open and my heart pounds faster than ever to be exposed like this. But instead of shame, I just feel desired. Beautiful. So irresistible that this restrained, well-trained man can’t help himself. He’s desperate to touch me, to taste me, to explore my body. And I am chained here to the very bed we share, helpless under his powerful hands.
Stefan lets out a low growl of lust. His huge hand gropes my breast and I feel his rough, worker’s palms against my over sensitized nipples. I moan with pleasure, my head tilting back as my eyes fall shut. I arch into his hand and his fingers work my nipple, tweaking and pinching lightly. I shiver and twitch with every teasing sensation. He dips down to suck my other nipple between his lips. He flicks the tip of his tongue over the stiff peak, then envelops it in his warm, wet mouth. He suckles and softly bites my nipple while his hand squeezes my other breast. There’s a ferocity to the way he manhandles me. Like he’s been holding back for so long, and now he’s snapping forward like a stretched arrow.
“Nnngh, yes,” I murmur.
Stefan kisses his way back up to my neck. His hand works down my body, feeling up my tight stomach and narrow waist. He traces softly along the slope of my hips and around to grab my ass. His lips kiss my neck-- the feeling is soft and tickly at first, but then he starts to suck on my skin. I whimper as he sucks a bruising kiss under my flesh. It feels so tender when he leaves it, his lips traveling back up to mine.
“I can’t hold back with you,” Stefan groans against my lips.
I part them and kiss him hard on his open mouth. I arch my back and press my bare tits against his chest. He pulls back from me long enough to pull his shirt off and toss it aside. I nearly salivate at the sight of his strong, muscular chest. His bulging shoulders and thick biceps. Before I get a chance to really explore his body, he starts moving down. His lips move between my full breasts and along the line of my stomach. My heart beats faster and faster as he gets closer to my pelvis. He looks up at me and his dark eyes are fiery.
I give him the softest nod.
He grabs the folded waistband of the boxer shorts and pulls them down my legs. I kick them off and Stefan gropes my thighs in both hands. He spreads my legs wider apart on the bed and moves in between them. He dips down to inhale deeply, looking like he’s ready to devour me. I stare in amazement as Stefan leans in and flicks his tongue over my swollen mound.
“Oh!” I cry out.
Stefan groans with pleasure as he suckles my clit into his mouth. My eyes roll back in my head and I rock up against his face. His tongue rolls up and down my clit and between my juicy lips. My whole body is on fire, with spirals of pleasure fanning out from every roll of my clit in Stefan’s magical mouth. His lips nibble and suck at the tender bud of nerve endings until I’m undulating my hips and trembling all over. He circles my clit rhythmically, then licks down the center, repeating the pattern over and over again.
It feels so unbelievably good I can hardly remember to breathe. My whole body is totally tensed up. My free hand twists and grips the bedsheets. Stefan breaks the pattern to suddenly suckle my clit into his mouth, and the onslaught of unbridled pleasure he elicits from deep inside me is dizzying. I climax against his lips, my honey slicking up his face. Stefan licks his lips and eagerly laps up every slippery drop of my juices. I shiver and moan through the comedown and every residual flicker. I’m in shock, unable to even move yet.
“Nobody has ever-- I’ve never felt so good before,” I murmur. My voice is slightly slurred. Stefan’s tongue is truly intoxicating.
He glances up at me, licking his lips.
“I can show you so much more,” he replies in a rough voice.
He starts moving up, grabbing my wrist and pinning it down again.
I’m still slick with come from my first orgasm when I gaze right into his eyes and purr in my most daring, challenging tone, “Then show me. Now.”
Stefan tightens his grip on my wrist. I can feel his cock stiff against my thigh. I rut against him. I spread my legs wide and wrap them around his waist. I inhale sharply at the feeling of his hard shaft straining through his pants into my sticky mound.
“Careful, malyshka,” he warns gruffly.
I can’t stop the words that come dripping from my mouth.
“I want you to fuck me, Stefan. Fuck my tight little pussy,” I tease. “I know you want to.”
He leans down to growl against my ear, “I’ll uncuff you.”
I glance over to see the keys on the counter. Way over there. I look back at him.
“Leave it on,” I whisper. “Don’t waste any more time.”
“Jewel,” he growls.
“I need you now,” I pout. “Go rogue with me.”
Stefan doesn’t waste another second. With a grunt, he yanks down his pants and kicks them back. He grabs my thighs and pushes them up, hooking my legs over his shoulders. He leans over me, spreading my pussy wide open. The length of his stiff cock rubs deliciously against my slick, pink lips. I feel my cunny pulse around him as he gently slides back and forth. His hands move down to grope my tits as he presses the thick, swollen head of his gigantic shaft at my aching hole. I whimper when he starts to push inside. His fingers tweak and pull my nipples while his shaft spears me open. My pussy convulses around his thickness, and every inch feels better than the last.
Stefan groans and rocks his hips back slightly. His cock slides out, almost completely but not quite. My pussy is twitching, begging for him to come back and fill me up again.
“Stefan,” I gasp.
He shoves back into me harder, sheathing himself down to his balls. I whimper and moan at the sensation of perfect fullness. My cunny envelops him so well, like he was meant to be inside me. When he rolls forward, I yelp at the unbelievable shock of deep pleasure. The head of his cock brushes against someplace so deep within me, so impossible to reach with my own small, dainty fingers.
“Oh, right there!” I pant.
Stefan pulls back out again and slides back in again, with more force this time. He pounds into my g-spot and he holds it there, his cock buried so deep inside me. I’m dizzy with pleasure as he slides back, only to slam back into my twitching cunny again. He rocks back and forth when he’s deep inside me, and the swollen head of his shaft massages my g-spot. I tense up as I feel a rush of urgency, like something inside of me is about to explode. Stefan’s cock pummels my hole harder and faster. He can sense how close I am. Every muscle in my body tightens up, but his cock rolling hard and steady against my g-spot forces me to release.
He pulls out just as a small fountain of come spurts out of my convulsing pussy. I cry out in ecstasy as I drench his shaft in my slick honey. It’s the most cathartic, incredible orgasm I’ve ever had. Like something I’ve been holding onto for so long has finally just broken free. Before I can even fully process what happened, Stefan swings his cock back inside me. He starts fucking me hard, forcefully now. He can’t get enough.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Stefan snarls.
“Oh--oh my god,” I whisper breathlessly. “Stefan!”
His cock pounds deep into me again and again, my legs still over his shoulders. A twinge of pain shooting down my arm reminds me that I’m still cuffed to the bed. Stefan pins my other arm down beside me again. A feeling of pleasure edged with panic crosses over me as I realize yet again just how helpless I am. I’m completely vulnerable to this massive, powerful beast of a man. His gigantic cock is inside of me, pounding my tight cunny until I’m gushing all over his shaft. I have no control over anything. Stefan alone holds my fate. I’m chained here like a sex object, just waiting with stiff nipples and a wet pussy for him to destroy.
There’s a bizarre, freeing delight in knowing I’m at his mercy. I couldn’t escape, and why would I want to? I’m forced into submission to this brutal master, and I’ve never felt such pleasure in my life. He could do anything to me. He could hurt me; he could kill me. But instead, he chooses to give me this erotic bliss.
Stefan’s cock slides in and out of me faster and harder now, all slicked up with my juices. My honey runs down my thighs and ass. It drips onto the sheets in a puddle, and still Stefan pounds into me. He pounds into my g-spot hard, pushing me up the bed with the force of his thrusts. His balls slap against my ass as he works me open. My cunny tightens around his thickness again as another orgasm hurtles toward me in the dizzying dark. Stefan slides out and then shoves back in with such force it makes my eyes water.
“Oh, Stefan!” I gasp.
My pussy squirts sticky come all over his cock, making his thrusts extra slippery as he pounds into me again and again. He doesn’t let up for a second. He fucks me through every resounding pulse of my climax. I fall almost limp as his cock destroys my cunny, his body tensing up for release. He smacks my ass hard and grits his teeth, his dark eyes locking with mine in an intense stare. His hips snap back and forth faster and more erratically as he loses control. With a few more thrusts, Stefan grabs my legs and leans in, his cock buried as deep inside me as possible as he empties his precious seed into my pussy. I’m still twitching with my own climax and our juices mingle as they drip down my legs and over my stomach.
We breathe together raggedly for a few beats in the silence. We’re sticky and stuck together, his cock still inside my spent cunny. He gently withdraws and I fall slack on the bed. He lets my legs drop down. They’ve been pinned over his shoulders for so long they’re almost numb, but the come still leaking out of my pussy reminds me it was worth it.
I watch Stefan stand up and walk across the room. He grabs a clean towel and the handcuff key. He comes back and frees my aching wrist. I immediately clutch it to my chest, rubbing the sore, bruised skin gingerly. To my surprise, Stefan uses the towel to clean me up with as much care and detail as a real lover. As though he actually cares about me.
He leads me to the bathroom, then back to bed. He climbs in beside me in the dark. I wait for him to cuff me again, but he doesn’t.
I’m so exhausted and overwhelmed, but I can’t help but question, “You trust me enough to take the cuffs off now?”
There’s a moment, and then he replies in a rough whisper, “You trusted me enough to leave them on.”
Somehow, that’s a good enough answer for now. I leave it at that. My eyelids are so heavy, and the dark is so tempting and deep. Stefan’s steady heartbeat thumps against my back, lulling me off to sleep.
The next morning, I wake up with a shiver on my spine. I feel cold. I realize there’s not a warm, muscular man’s body pressed up behind me. I’m alone in the bed.
And uncuffed.
I hear the shower running, the occasional shift of weight on the tile floor. Stefan’s in the shower. The bathroom door is halfway closed, the fluorescent light spilling out in a perfect shaft. I glance over at the door to the outside. I’m positioned between the bathroom and the door. Stefan won’t be away for longer than five minutes. I know that. What I don’t know is how many of those minutes already counted down while I was still asleep. Basically, Stefan could be back any second.
If I want to run, if I want to escape, this is my one moment. Uncuffed and unsupervised-- when will that happen again? But I don’t feel the impetus to run. I feel paralyzed. I lie in bed, shivering and torn between two doors. I could break free, but where would I run to? Who would take me? I also have to confront the fact that I might not want to escape Stefan. After everything we’ve been through, after how many times he could have easily killed me if he wanted to, I wonder if maybe I can trust him.
And that’s not even accounting for what happened last night.
It doesn’t make sense on paper. It doesn’t make sense in any logical format. It’s all so out of character for me. I’m cautious. I’m slow to affection, slow to open up. I’m always in control, and I never let a silly thing like lust cloud my judgement. Yet, what happened between Stefan and me last night in this very bed doesn’t feel wrong. There’s no denying what my body feels about him, either. I’ve never been so turned on. I’ve never felt such exquisite pleasure. My body opened up and bloomed for him, and he gave me everything I never knew I was missing.
Maybe my primal side knows better than my logical side. Or maybe it’s just some amped-up version of Stockholm Syndrome. I’m identifying with my captor so intensely that I desire him. But are these feelings even real? Or just a product of my environment?
Hell, I’ve been asking similar questions my whole life. Am I myself, or am I just a reflection of who raised me? Perhaps even a reaction against him?
Before I can follow those thoughts any deeper, Stefan emerges from the bathroom looking delicious and clean. He has a towel around his waist and beads of water still dripping down his shoulders and back. He smiles at the sight of me twisting around in bed to look at him.
Like he’s genuinely pleased to see I’m still here.
“You’re awake,” Stefan says. “I’m finished in there. Bathroom is all yours.”
“Oh. Right. Thank you,” I answer.
It feels odd to just slide out of bed and walk across the room after being cuffed for so long. I step past him and shuffle into the bathroom, closing the door behind me all the way. To my relief, he doesn’t fight it at all. I relax for a moment and take a second to look in the mirror while the shower heats up. It’s still foggy from Stefan’s shower, but I can see my face all flushed, my lips chapped, and that love bite bruising beautifully on my neck. It gives me a little thrill.
I take a shower, using the slightly dubious hotel soap to rinse off the remnants of last night’s forbidden tryst. The warm water washes the tension from my bones. I’m a little sore all over, but it feels good. I step out of the shower feeling refreshed. Stefan lays out a new t-shirt and boxers for me to put on while I towel-dry my hair.
“My uniform,” I remark playfully.
“We’ll update your wardrobe when we get a second to breathe,” Stefan replies.
He zips up his bag and slugs it over his shoulder. “Come on. We have to keep moving.”
“Where are we going?” I ask as I follow him out of the motel room.
“The opposite direction we came from,” he answers.
Stefan loads me up into the car, this time letting me sit in the front seat. He slides behind the wheel and I shoot him a bemused glance.
“So, what, we sleep together and I get promoted to passenger seat?” I tease.
He fires up the engine and starts backing out of the parking lot.
“You stopped trying to run away. That makes you a companion rather than a captive,” he reasons. “Why, would you rather sit in the back?”
I shake my head. “Oh no. Definitely not. The view is way better through the windshield.”
He frowns at me suspiciously for a second and I realize how it sounds.
“Not that I’m, like, trying to memorize our location. It’s just really pretty countryside out here. Wherever we are,” I explain.
“It is beautiful country. If only we could slow down and enjoy it. But we have to move fast because they move faster,” Stefan says grimly.
I lean back in my seat and look out the window at the rolling countryside. The immediate threat seems neutralized. For now. Stefan doesn’t seem to want to talk about what happened, but I still don’t know if I can trust him. I can’t resist the urge to ask questions. The lawyer side of me is desperate for answers.
“Stefan, who exactly do you work for?” I ask.
He glowers but doesn’t say a word. I keep pressing.
“Who all is involved with this?”
Stefan sighs heavily.
“Who is your boss, Stefan? Who do you answer to when that phone rings?” I push him.
I know he doesn’t want to go there, but I need to know more so I can figure out what’s right and wrong anymore in this messed-up situation. I need to know if I really can trust Stefan.
“He ordered you to kill me. I at least deserve to know the bastard’s name,” I murmur.
Stefan looks over at me with pain in his eyes.
“His name is Brusilov,” he says. “At least, that is the name I know him by.”
“Brusilov,” I repeat softly. “I want a face to the name.”
“Jewel,” he warns.
“I’m serious. If we’re really in this together, I need to be on the same page. I want to know what he looks like so I’ll recognize him if he… shows up,” I explain.
Stefan thinks it over for a minute. Then he deftly unlocks his phone, clicks a few buttons, and pulls up a somewhat blurry photo of a man with dark hair streaked with white, and a patchy beard. He’s smiling, but the smile doesn’t reach his black eyes. He makes my blood run cold.
And then it dawns on me. He doesn’t just look frightening, he looks familiar.
“Wait, I recognize him,” I blurt out.
“Brusilov?” Stefan replies dubiously.
“Yeah, I’m wracking my brain to figure out where I know him from,” I mutter, closing my eyes. A memory swims to the surface, but it’s blurry like his photo. Still, I remember those cold, black eyes.
“He’s standing in the stairwell that leads up to my father’s office. It must have been years ago. Two or three. Four, maybe. Before law school,” I count back.
“My father is in the stairwell, too. I see them down the spiral, but I’m frozen still because I’m scared. I don’t want them to look up and see me. They’re talking about something in hushed voices. I can’t understand what they’re saying,” I recount, digging deep to remember.
“What happened next?” Stefan prompts me.
“I guess after a while I got up the courage to step back from the railing and tiptoe down the hallway back to the lobby to wait for Dad. My memory fades after that,” I sigh.
“Very interesting,” Stefan says.
“Maybe I am more connected to all this mess than I thought,” I murmur. “Stefan, what the hell is going on here?”
“I wish I had all the answers, Jewel, but I’m surprised, too,” he admits.
Suddenly, the quiet air is split with the roaring whine of an engine as a motorcycle comes whirring up behind us. I glance in the rear-view mirror to see the guy approaching-- fast. He’s speeding right up to the bumper, and swerving all over the lane from left to right.
“Uh, Stefan,” I point out.
“I see him,” he grunts.
His dark eyes are narrowed and his brow knitted together as we watch the motorcyclist widen his swerves into the other lane and slightly off the road on the other side. He begins zooming up on our sides, like he’s going to pass us, only to drop back to right behind us. He’s following so closely we can hardly see him.
“What the hell is this idiot doing?” I exclaim.
“He must have tailed us, and now he’s trying to run us off the road,” Stefan says, reaching underneath his seat while keeping his eyes on the road.
“What does he want?” I gasp.
“You,” Stefan growls.
He pulls out a pistol and rolls down the window.
“Stefan!” I shout.
My eyes flit up to the overhead mirror and my heart thuds when I see the motorcyclist’s arm extended, and at the end of it the long dark barrel of a gun.