jail pick up (ONLY for Kililia & manhomealone)

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jail pick up (ONLY for Kililia & if Homerun2611)

Abigail knew her life was set the moment she could talk, her parents had told her long ago, she was promised to man that would cherish her and her action reflected on her husband name.She had accepted that part of her life as it was her mother's last dying wish, that she honor the contract.

Barely a month past till her father brought another woman in the house, inheriting his wife huge amount of money and making Abigail life hard. Her new step mother seem to view her as opportunity to make steady income, throwing lavish parties with her father's money. Trying to have her meet wealthy men in hope, she can profit off Abigail's new partner. As she became a teen, she spend less time at home and even began to work. After saving money, she moved to the states, she had given up on her old life of marriage and kids. She lived in a small apartment on her own, working at a clothing store.She had forgotten of her marriage contract to her husband.
One evening, she decided to go out with friends to a party, going out to a club. They were all enjoying the night till her friend's B/f got into a fight...having them all arrested.

In the meantime, her husband knew of every detail of her life, including her father's new wife running out of cash. As well his young wife moving in his city which pleasantly surprised him. Just in case he had pulled his connection that if anything happen, he would be the only one called. Which on the faithful night, he was, he knew she simply wanted to go out on the weekend on her birthday.

*She watched her friends get bailed one by one as she sat in the cell, she was horrified at the idea of her father hearing of this event. She found herself praying her husband never found out she was in a jail cell. She was walking back and forth in the empty cell, praying for a miracle. She was quite petite, 5'0, slender, in long red hair to mid back and big green eyes. She is quite slender and looked young even though she just turn 18 a few days ago. She wore a her favorite green dress yet now she had no time to enjoy it as she needed to escape.
 
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Jason

Jason Richards
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came from an old English family and had similar bloodlines to Abigail’s mother. The contract had been signed whe Abigail was still an infant and Jason had just graduated from University. Jason had known Abigail’s mother, and if the young lass grew tobe anything like her, she would be a beauty. The reality was he and Abigail were already married, the contract so stipulated that would be the case as of midnight on the 18th anniversary of her birth.

Jason was 45, prematurely graying, but with classic good looks. Six feet tall, 180 pounds, broad shouldered with a lean and tightly toned physique. He was a top lawyer with a major firm in the city. When he signed the contract the belief was Abigail would ultimately be in line for a signicant inheritance. However, her idiot of a father, and the shrew he married, had put that severely in doubt.

That did not really matter much to Jason, he had plenty of money, he wanted a beautiful young wife, who would represent him well in public, and be healthy enough to sire him the children he so desired. He was a controlling man, used to things just so, and he hoped this young 18 year old was a ball of clay ready for him to mold her. He had not had a relationship with a woman, other than Beth, his housekeeper in years. The same thing sexually, a few hook ups, ashamedly a few escorts, and then of course nights with Beth when they let friendly banter over heat. But the last of those had been over two years ago.

It was funny, Beth knew more about Abigail, then Abigail knew about him. He was confident Abigail had long forgotten about him, if she had never known at all. He was in a dark gray suit with bright royal blue tirwhen he walked into the jailhouse. He wished he could have seen the look on her face when the guard unlocked her cell and told her, “Abigail, you are free to go, your husband just arranged your release, he is outside waiting...”
 
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Abigail blinked : " my what?" *she followed then out to sign her release as she was sure they mistaken her identity but told herself best use this opportunity to get out of jail free.
She grabbed her purse and rushed outside, inhaling the cold fresh air: " Thank god, i am out" *she glanced at her watch and curse as it was so late, she needed to get home. She pop up her cellphone and started to text her friends while making her way towards a taxi. She rushed towards an approaching taxi, waving: Taxi!! Taxi!! *Unaware that her husband was waiting for her outside*
 
He was just outside when she blew past him, she wasn’t even curious, she must have naturally figured it was a mistake and she should just get out before a correction was made. She was beautiful, and he felt something, unsure if it were attraction, curiosity or possibly lust. She tried to grab a taxi, but none were forthcoming, and before she knew it he was by her side.

“Weren’t you even slightly curious who this husband who arranged for your release?” She spun on her heel, a look of neither fright or intrigue on her face, no real expression at all. “Hello Abigail, it is nice to finally meet you, while I wish it was under different circumstances, I want to assure you, I am your legal husband, perhaps your mother told you when you were young about an arranged marriage, I am that man, we are married, and I think we need to go somewhere and talk”.
 
Abigail looked at him as the words barely registered as she was sure she misheard him. It took a moment to react to him: "ummm...i think you have me mistaken for another woman.....I am not married to anyone" She step back as he mentioned her mother as he began explain, she could remember something her mother kept telling her every night about a prince coming to her rescue. She shook her head as she look around and back at him: " i...seriously think, you have mistaken me for someone else....i....i...have a boyfriend..." *She lied*

She turn and dash toward the street a bit uncomfortable by the whole situation. She did not wanna remember about her past and the moment that was running out. She simply wanted to enjoy her life and be single not some man that her step mom send for her. She tried to wave for another taxi but they kept zooming past her which was becoming frustrating.

Her need to run away from this man grew as well panic to face the reality of her life. She work so hard to escape her past and make her own future and refused anything else.
 
Jason watched her reactions to what he told her, and he was not surprised that she rejected the concept, he expected no less. He watched more than that, she was running from something, he could understand that as well. However, her mother had been right in securing her future with him, and he had no intention of letting her renig on the deal.

He watched her futility in trying to hail a cab. He walked up to the curb and called out in his commanding voice, TAXI, and within seconds, the cab pulled over. He opened the door as she slid in, but before she could respond, he was in beside her. "2125 Park Avenue, please" She tried to stop him, call out something else. "Be quiet, I just got you out of jail and I can put you back in. You are coming to my place and I am going to show you a video of your mother that I think you will find interesting. When you turned 18 you did become my wife. I made a vow to your mother to protect you, and she made a contract. We are married, you do not have a boyfriend, you father disappointed you, and he married a gold digger. I know it all, but you need to understand what happened".
 
Abigail glared at him as he got in the taxi and changed her destination. His authority actually git under her skin, she could not believe the audacity of trying control her. She was about to reply till he reminded her, he could return her in jail. She gulp as he informed her their destination: " I never agreed to this arrangement...you cant just force me be your wife..."

She pushed back her hair as she glared at him: " I dont need anyone's protection, especially yours... it doesn't matter anymore, my mom is dead and i get to live my life the way i want too now..." *She hated how he easily took control of matters: " You realize this is kidnapping right?"

She look out the window: ' no matter what some paper say, we are not married and if we are, i want a divorce...i will have it annulled within 24 hours " *smirks*
 
Jason watched her and listened to her. She was feisty, I little bit of that was good. He didn't want some door matt. If that feistiness was appropriately directed she could be a suitable, hell look at her, an outstanding lover. The wardrobe needed fixing, and she would need to learn the social graces and discretion to be a wife that could demand the respect he required in public.

" Let me be clear, this is not kidnapping, I have legal rights. This is not a US contract, it is English, and my rights on your ownership go back centuries, you cannot annul, you frankly cannot do anything. Not only are you my wife, but I now control all of your assets. And let me be more clear, this is exactly how your mother wanted it. She knew she made a mistake breaking with tradition and marrying that pig of a father of yours. She wanted better for you. She wanted you to have a man who knew how to take care of a woman, treat a woman, make love to a woman, and help her achieve her appropriate role in society".

They pulled up to the doors of his brownstone mansion, more than three times the size of any other of the uber expensive houses on the street. Beth was standing at the open doorway as they walked up, his hand firmly gripping her arm. "If she doesn't behave quickly we may need to tie her down. She has spirit, I like that, but enough is enough".
 
Abigail glared at him: " What the hell do you mean, you control my assets? Its obvious, my mother took bad decisions and i dont plan to just comply to her dead wishes cause of some video." She looked at him even more upset as she blushed: " I dont need a damn man and i especially do not need you... i manage on my own perfectly"

She look shocked at the mansion and back at him in disbelief as how could afford such a location in this area. She looked at Beth, winced as she felt his grip on her arm, she tried to pull free: " your hurting me...let me go...I dont care about my mom's wish... i have my own life to live"
 
The mansion was beautifully appointed inside

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He brought her back to the family room with its two large off white sofas, and a 64 inch flat screen above the fireplace. He sat her down, she was obviously far from happy. And he played the video.

She heard her mother beg for her daughter to be accepted. To be linked to his family, his lineage. He was the handsome younger version of the man he was now. Gentle and reassuring to her mother. Letting her know he would care for and love her daughter, make sure that she did not repeat the rebellious mistakes her mother so regretted now. She heard the stipulations of the agreement, that everything either the mother or daughter had was promised as a dowery, how the agreement once signed was irrevocable. Then she saw something that shocked her, her mother got up and kissed the younger Jason.

"Mmmm, my daughter will be a lucky girl, with this kiss I close the covenant, and my duaghter is promised to you for eternity".
 
Abigail stood up suddenly after watching the movie with disgust that her mother sold her to Jason. She glared at him: " i watched this stupid video...happy now? " *She pushed back her hair as she glared at him: " I am going back to my apartment...its late and i have to go work tomorrow............"

Abigail slowly began to walk towards the door as she naively believe she could return to her old life...:" Its best you stay out of my life, your only gonna end up with drama" *She glance back: " Find yourself a real wife and forget about me.."
 
"STOP" Beth stood in the doorway and blocked her exit. "I am getting tired of your little girl naivety. Your life is not good right now, but could be. I do have a real wife and it is you. I won't make you come to my bed tonight, but come eventually you will and gladly. I want you, and I hope to learn to love you, but I put my family's name on an agreement, and that is an oath and honor I would defend to the death...Beith take her up to the first guest room, strip her and give her clothes more appropriate for my internal pleasure. I think the teddy and matching kimono will be fine." He turns to Abigail, "You are safe here, I have no intention to hurt you...quite the contrary, but I do expect you to try to learn to be a good wife...and just think for a minute of the life we can share together...good night...Beth take her away and lock the doors so that noone can leave without my code...then please come to my bed chambers"

Shockingly, Abigail followed Beth without further discussion and was led to the opulent guest bedroom including a full wardrobe of beautiful lingerie, and lovely dresses, and a large private bath...
 
Abigail glared at him as she stopped in her track, she hated how he took charge of her life. She turn beet red as he spoke so boldly of what she was to wear. She reluctently followed Beth to her bedroom, she was shock at the luxurious room as Beth showed her the clothing. Just as Beth was about to leave, Abigail turn: " i would like to see my husband right now..." She could see Beth surprised expression before helping Abigail dress up: " You husband will be happy to see you..." Beth guided the young wife towards the master bedroom*

Abigail watched Beth leave as she took a few deep breathes before to knocked on her husband bedroom door*
 
He opened the door to his master suite,

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He was dressed only in silk pajama bottoms as he preferred to sleep without a shirt, "I'm sorry, I can put a bit more on", he walked over to the chair and picked up a kimono robe. "Is there something you need to talk about, are your accommodations, not acceptable? I can have Beth take care of anything you might need, I want you to enjoy it here and feel safe and taken care of?"
 
Abigail jaw hit the floor at the sight of his room, she looked back at him as she pulled her own kimono close: " of course its not the accommodation...we both know that is not it" She looks around the room and back at him: " I dont get you...you dont know me or anything about me...why in god's name would you accept to be my husband"

She nervously played with her hair as she glance at him: " IF you want to be friends, that is fine....but i can't see how this can possibly work between us..." She started back away from him feeling vulnerable emotionally, her voice broke a bit: " I'm...sor...ry..." * She tried to recompose herself* " I really wanna return to my apartment tonight and forget we ever met...."

She hated how she had a taste of feeling safe for once in a long time. She knew how it felt when she lost it and end up vulnerable to men that her step mom would bring at her house. She hated herself as she almost came over to open up like a fool. She wondered what was wrong with her to even consider open up to a complete stranger.
 
"I know you don't understand, I blame your mother, she should have never left our bloodlines and married beneath her station. Abigail, you were born to live like this. I accepted you, because I know the woman you can be, just like your ancestors...just like your mother should have been....I am not like the men you have met or seen....They do not understand chivalry, they do not understand what it means to be noble, have a name you are proud of and has meant something for centuries".

He stepped forward and picked her up in his arms, "you will learn to trust me, learn that I am dedicated to you and our marriage and expect the same from you...I will not force myself on you, but I would like to kiss you...let you feel the kiss of a man, a noble man, feel the difference...and know there is so much more we can experience behind that". With that hel leaned in, and let his soft lips, meet hers, slightly parted, he hoped she was beginning to understand he was like no man she had ever met before...or likely would again.
 
Abigail wanted to believe him so much yet she had be disappointed so many times. She feared it was all a dream of being happy and feel safe for once and for all. She lowered her gaze" I dont belong here...we are from two different worlds..." *Just as she was about to pull away, she was surprised by his kiss, she felt herself melt into his kiss. Her first kiss to a man that belong to a fairy tale*

She felt herself weak in her knees and lightheaded by his kiss. A part of her did not want this kiss to ever end as it was just as she imagined a kiss to be in her dreams.
 
He felt her body melt into his as he kissed her. It was a nice kiss, a nice start, he didn't want to overwhelm her, he wanted more, but he was a man of experience. He could be patient.

He still held her in his arms. "If you would like to, I would love for you to spend the night in my bed, let me hold you. I will try nothing...

if you would like to kiss some more, I would love to...

Your lips are soft and beautiful, I enjoyed my first taste of you, I would like more...

I am also happy to take you back into your room and let you just go to sleep. ..

I know how much I am asking you to take in, I just want you to know...

you are safe...

You have man who wants to and is fully capable of taking care of you. I am just asking for you to be open minded, listen to your heart...

I am confident that if you do, you will realize that there is no other place you would rather be..."
 
Abigail looks up a bit dazed before she recomposed herself,blushing: "...." *she bite her lower lip as he was tempting her to have a safe night of sleep for the first time*
She smiled for the first time: " I am starting to think, your going to currupt me completely if i stay with you"

She look back at the door but strangely the idea of returning to her empty bed was not tempting at all. She bite her lower lip as she glance at his bed: " your definetely a bad influence on me..."

She paced her forehead on his chest as she suddenly felt drain, she whispered: " I feel too tired to return to my own room ..."
 
He smiled, he sensed her quandary. Progress he thought. She was special, delicate, he liked her, even liked her spirit. He hoped eventually she would be a fireball in bed. But not now, not yet.

“I cannot corrupt what I already own, I can only nurture it, season it, introduce it to the richness of life’s experiences, let it learn how wonderful it is to be owned and appreciated, treasured by such a loving and generous owner. I hold onto my treasures tightly, keep them safe, and treat them for the perfect pieces they are. But you are not a normal treasure, you are a woman, my woman, the most special, the most sacred of all my possessions.”

He set her down, she may be tired, but sleep would not be an option yet. He slid beside her. He towered over her and leaned down to kiss her. There was no resistance, he felt her thin arms wrap around his neck, her beautiful mouth open and welcome his tongue. Their tongues danced and they both emitted soft moans of pleasure. She should have felt his hardness against her thigh, and as the kissed he got harder, she realized his substantial length and girth. He broke the kiss. “ That is my cock, he does not intend to play tonight. As you can tell, I am quite well endowed. Over time you will learn that nothing gives your body as much pleasure as my cock can. But your body needs to be prepped and ready to enjoy. I will not take you until I have your vagina in such a state of dripping arousal that your body can take me, no tearing, painful stretching. Your body will provide all the lubrication to make my filling you feel incredible. Of course we will need to break the hymen, but that will be quick, a mere moment of pain quickly forgotten in the hours of pleasure I will give you. You are beautiful Abigail, and I intend to make you very happy, I will just expect you to respect my needs and wishes and behave as my wife should”.

They kissed a few more times, each deeper and more passionate. Then he rolled onto his back, and pulled her over. Her head resting on his chest her arm extended and holding his shoulder, her leg draped over his thigh, grazing his erection. He didn’t know what she was thinking, but he could feel her heart beating rapidly. “ Sshhh, go to sleep Abigail, I have you, you are safe in my arms, no one will ever hurt you again...”
 
Abigail was strangely reassure by his words,he manage to make everything feel alright and safe at times.She liked how he described her and for just a moment she cling on to this illusion. Once more she melted in his kiss,blushing as he kissed harder. She turned beet red feeling his cock press against her body.His statement send shivers down her spine, she doubt, she could handle such a cock in her body. She lowered her gaze, embarrassed as he graphically describe his plans for her body to experience for her first time. She was not sure what me meant about respecting needs and behave meant exactly except she guessed cleaning and cooking. She slowly fell asleep in his arms....during the night she stir in their bed.

The image return of all the men her step mother introduce to her as they found any opportunity. She remembered one terrifying night when her bedroom door burst as a man stumbled in naked and hungry for her flesh, She suddenly stood up screaming in bed.
 
She was sitting straight up in bed screaming, my eyes shot open, and quickly scanned the room. There was nothing, I knew there wouldn't be. The security I had installed to both lock others out and for me to control who left, was state of the art.

He sat up and gently, grabbed her shoulders, running his hands up and down her arms. "SSSHHH, Abigail, it was just a dream, a bad, bad dream. You are safe, you are here with me, I will take care of you". She flung her arms around his neck and turned her head into his chest and neck. "I don't know what people have done to you in the past...but you are safe now...you are mine...and I will take care of you...come here". H leaned back and bent his head down finding her lips with his, kissing her gently lovingly...the screaming had both of their hearts racing, adrenaline flowing...he wanted to reassure her, but he also wanted more...he wanted her
 
Abigail gasps at his touch it took a moment to realized it was a bad flashback of her past, she practically jump in his arms. She needed to feel him hold her, reassure it was just a nightmare and not reality. His words calmed her as she knew he spoke the truth. She blushed as she return his kiss as she needed his comfort. Her nails ran over his chest slowly as she kissed him , shivering as she felt his hands roam over her body.
 
He laid her back down on the bed, and leaned over on top of her, continuing to kiss her, slowly increasing the passion and intensity

Her kimono still tied around her waist, he loosened the knot, and slipped his hands inside. Once again, he was getting hard and it pressed against her thigh. He wanted more than kisses, he wanted to play with her body, and his hand found and began to massage her breasts
 
Abigail moans softly as he kissed her as she clawed at his chest, she did not realized he open her kimono. Moaning louder as she shivered feeling his hands roam over her body, she gasps feeling her nipple harden by his touch as she raised her knee,opening up for him as she lost herself in his kiss.She pulled him closer as she return the deeper kisses.
 
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