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Island Slave
(David Weaver)

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing, Quinn?" she demanded as she crossed the room.

"Carla.  Good morning."

"Don't 'good morning' me.  Where are my clothes?"

Ignoring her question, Quinn stood and brushed the side of her face.  "I enjoyed last night.  Did you?"

"Last night?" she asked, confused at the nonsequiter.  "Yes, I did.  Never mind about last night, where are my clothes?"

"I want you to stay here, Carla.  Don't go back to your old life"

"Quinn, my vacation is over. I need to go home.  I have a job and responsibilities.  I can't just decide to spend another day, or week or whatever on a Caribbean island on a whim."  Carla's stomach tightened.  In a concerned voice, she repeated her question.  "Where are my clothes?  I need to get dressed so that you can take me to one of the bigger islands.  I need to book a flight to Miami."

Quinn shook his head, a wry smile on his lips.  "I'm not flying you anywhere.  I want you to stay.  I want you.  I'm not going to let you go."

Carla stood there, dumbstruck.  "You took my clothes."  Quinn nodded.  "That's... that's... Quinn, that's kidnapping.  You can't hold me here against my will."

"Actually, yes I can.  There's nothing you can do to stop me.  You're everything I've ever wanted in a woman.  Second chances are so rare, I'm not losing this one.  Why haven't you put the collar and cuffs on?"

"Second chance?" she thought to herself.  "My God!  He's crazy."  Out loud, she sputtered, "I'm not putting on those filthy things.  Do you mean to say that you're going to hold me against my will and rape me any time you want to get off."

"No," he insisted, shaking his head.  "There will be no rape.  I will not force myself on you.  When we make love, it will be because you asked for it.  Until then, you have complete freedom in the house and the plantation grounds.  However, you will not be able to eat unless you're wearing the collar and cuffs."

"You're going to starve me?"

"No.  I'm simply not going to let you eat until you put them on.  You'll put them on before you starve to death."

"Do you really think that I will agree to fuck the man who is holding me prisoner?  That will be a cold day in hell.  The only way you're screwing this body is if you take me by force.  And you'd better tie me up, because I will castrate you by hand if you so much as lay a hand on me!"

"That's your choice.  One thing though."  Quinn grabbed an end of the towel and yanked on it, pulling it off the startled woman.  "I took your clothes away so that you would be naked.  You're not to wear any clothes.  I may not be able to make love to you, but I can love the look of your body."

"You asshole!"  Carla's voice was laden with anger and threat.  "You like this body?  Well, go ahead, look all you want."  She spread her arms out, giving him an unobstructed view of herself.  "Look at the body you will never touch again."  She did a slow turn, letting his eyes linger over every inch of her body.  In a dark corner of her mind, shadowed by the anger that burned within her, was confusion.  How could he actually want to look at her?  She did not have a 'looker' body.