Fuensalida

Chapter 11

“Oregon?” Cassie looked at the phone book on the night stand next to the hotel bed. She looked back up at her kidnapper and quirked an eyebrow. He shrugged his shoulders, his back mostly to her, his eyes gazing out at the landscape surrounding the hotel.

“It’s as good a place as any,” he said flatly.

Cassie shrugged her own shoulders and turned a bit away from him. “But why would you decide this is a good place to stay for a couple of days?”

“You are missing something in that question,” he told her. He turned back towards her a bit, his eyes looking over her.

“What is it I am missing?”

Chris smiled a bit his crooked smile. “I’m not staying here a couple of days, you and Celeste are. And you two are to do as little together as possible while I’m away.”

Cassie pulled off her own smirk. It may not have been as malevolent as the look he could give, however she looked smart, something she often hid behind a dull exterior. “What makes you think that I won’t go to the police the moment you disappear?”

“You’ve willingly followed me this far,” Chris pointed out. “This stopped being a kidnapping along time ago.”

“You’ve threatened us,” Cassie snapped. “My daughter is scared enough that she won’t consider running from you because of what you will either do to her or me. I don’t know what you said to her, but I know enough that she’s frightened. Now you are leaving us both behind, what in the world makes you think I’m going to sit in this shabby hotel and wait for your arrival?”

“The fact there is no form of struggle on you, you came with me willingly for a reason,” he stated flatly, his lips still quirked.

“Stockholm Syndrome.”

Chris almost laughed. “I’m surprised you even know what that is,” he said.

“And I will use it as much as I can,” Cassie snarled, “because it’s likely true to an extent.”

Chris shrugged, his smile fading. “Sure, but why turn on me now when I’ve done nothing but give you two everything? Oh, I know, because if they investigate more, even by catching me, questions arise that suddenly turn the questioning from you to on you. They’ll wonder why it was your husband attempted to kill me, where all of your money really came from, since there were not enough court cases to make that much money, no matter how good he was.”

“You didn’t do this for revenge,” Cassie snarled. “You did this for the money. Admit it!” She felt foolish. All of this time she was giving him a little, just a little. She knew that her husband had shot this man and left him for dead, and that somehow he had survived. Was it not reasonable he would want his own murderer left for dead as well? He ruined his life, made him go into hiding. This man before her, a fresh faced college student at one time now a hardened criminal, was not here for revenge, he was here for his hands in that money he was calling dirty.

“You are foolish and unwise,” he said calmly, crossing his arms against his chest. “You try one moment to win my favor, then the next minute you are accusatory. You threaten to go to the police, but we all know that if you wanted to escape you would have done so a long while ago. I’ve given you plenty of freedoms you didn’t deserve, and then when you want something you threaten me. At least your daughter knows how to ask for things.”

He hit her right where he needed to. Her face fell, she turned the same pale shade her daughter normally was. For a moment she looked sick as different scenarios raced through her head. It only took that long for her cheeks to flush with rage. She crossed the room, she went to a chair, and she shoved it down to the floor.

“What a great display of lack of discipline,” he snapped. “Why don’t you continue along that way.”

She kicked the chair again, her anger taking the best of her.

Chris pushed away from the wall and stalked towards her. She stopped her nearly controlled hysterics and looked up at him as he approached. “What is it that really bothers you, Cassie? Is it that I’m fucking your daughter and you want to protect her, or that I’m fucking her and you wish it was only you?”

Her hand whipped out and was against his cheek, hard and angry. He knew it had been coming, he watched it in a sort of morbid slow motion, allowing her palm to make contact. Once it had he grabbed her wrist and practically flung her to the bed, letting her fall back against it. His eyes were angry, his lips tight and pursed. Her glare spoke legions to him, something her lips would never say.

“That’s what I thought,” he laughed. “You know, I don’t know which of you she’s like. She actually has backbone, which I assume is from her father, she’s smart, again her father, but she has a violent temper, which is probably both of you. Does it bother you?”

“Are you just trying to make me angry?” she growled. “Are you trying to tempt me more to try to escape?”

“Escape,” he shrugged. “I’ll know if you do.”

“And then what?” she snapped. “You will be a wanted man, it’s not like you will come after us while police are protecting us.”

“One, you think way too highly of yourself,” he told her calmly. “I would never come after you,” and the way he said ‘you’ left no doubt in her mind exactly what he meant. “Two, I have your money. This greedy bastard has it all, so even if you go back to your pleasant little life, it’s all gone. You can’t afford to pay your mortgage, you can’t afford your nice clothes. Now calm the fuck down, stop putting up pointless hysterics, and stay put like I told you to.”

“What you have belongs to me,” Cassie told him flatly.

“No, what I have belongs to the mafia,” Chris laughed. “Your husband left everything to you and your daughter, right? That likely includes all of his debts and favors. Without him how would you continue to survive?”

“If it wasn’t for you, I would still have him.”

Chris belted out a cruel laugh, turning his back on her again. “I think I know better than that.” Chris stopped, thinking for a moment, then reconsidered. “No, you are right, you might have still had him at this point, but you would not for much longer.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Chris did not turn back to face the angered woman. Instead he thought back to a conversation with Celeste where she admitted to him that she feared her mother would have been the one to kill Frederick Lieberman if it had not been for Chris. He did not convey this to the enraged woman behind him, he only risked angering her more and he was in no mood for a temper tantrum from a woman her age. She should have been the composed one and instead he was sandwiched between a teenager with too much angst and rage and a woman with hysterics and stupidity.

Cassie tapped her foot, impatient and waiting for an answer. Chris turned on her and walked towards her again. She leaned back on the bed, from fear, anticipation? He stopped short, reached around her, and grabbed his belt from on the bed and slipped it into the loops.

“I’m leaving,” he told her. “I’ll be back in a few days and you will be sitting right here when I return.”

“Am I not supposed to move at all?” Cassie asked, the bite still in her voice.

“Preferably, no,” he said, just to watch her temper rise. He hated it and at the same time enjoyed every moment of the rise and fall of it. It amused him to watch these women and their uncontrolled tempers.

“And all I know is a few days?” Cassie asked, her voice a little calmer. It was pointless to continue to be angry with him. She had meant to win him over with seduction and instead he had stood there trying to pick a fight with her.

“That’s all you need to know,” Chris told her, fixing the buckle on his belt. “Am I supposed to call you every night and check in? Let you know I’m okay? Tell you to kiss Celeste goodnight for me?” He smirked at that, picturing something much more adult and dirty than was typical in that sort of scenario.

“She’s right, you are a pig.”

“Oink fucking oink,” he snapped. He stepped away from the bed to the door of the hotel.

“Do I even get to know where you are going? Why you are going?” Cassie asked, desperate now to hold onto him thought a moment ago she was threatening to escape.

“That’s not really an ‘even’,” Chris pointed out. “That’s more the ‘I want details’ thing.”

“I have a right to know the details.”

“No Cassandra, you have no rights!” His voice was raised. He stomped over to her, forgetting that he was leaving to lean down and yell into her face, ignoring her wince. “The only reason you are even alive is because your daughter showed up, or else I would have left both of your bloody bodies in that motel room to the fires, do you understand me? She keeps you alive, so instead of telling me you have any rights remember why you are here.”

“You are sick,” she snarled at him. “All you can even think of is a sixteen-year-old girl.”

Chris laughed in her face, his visage still cruel. “You misunderstand why she’s the one keeping you alive. I won’t deny I like being inside of your daughter, pushing into her, a lot better than I enjoy you.” His hand slipped between Cassie’s thighs. She smacked at his hands but he easily gripped her wrists in his other hand, squeezing them tightly. “She’s warm, and hot, and doesn’t know exactly how good she can be. You, on the other hand, overestimate your own abilities.”

“You are…”

“A pig, I know, but we weren’t talking about how much I enjoy fucking your daughter.” He pushed her back onto the bed and pulled his hand away, aware of the heat between her thighs. “It’s because despite everything, she’s the only one of you I like as a person. She was innocent in this and instead of acting like a haughty bitch who thinks she can win me over by sex she’s trying to manipulate me, and I enjoy every moment of it. She was a good girl who knew why I was missing, and mourned me when I was gone. What did you do? Celebrate that I was no longer a liability to your fortune?”

“She was thirteen,” Cassie snapped at him, doing her best to sit back up again.

“And now she’s only sixteen and she still has more personality than you do.”

“And that’s why you are allowing her to live? Because she manipulates you?”

“No,” Chris laughed, “it’s why I’m allowing YOU to live. I never had any intentions of hurting Celeste, and I still don’t. But as long as we both have bargaining tools we can get what we want. Face it, Cassie, you will forever be a pawn.”

Cassie watched him turn from her and move to the door. She understood, a lot better than she wanted to. She watched him reach for the door knob and she hated herself as she stood from the bed and pulled her shirt from her body quickly, tossing it to the side. “I’ll show you who is better.”

Chris turned back to her, raising an eyebrow, watching her pull her bra from her body unceremoniously. “Are you kidding me?”

“No,” she snapped. She pushed her pants and panties down, standing naked before him, holding out her arms. “I’ll show you what a real woman can do.”

Chris leaned back against the door, just watching her. She stepped over to him and made little work of pulling his pants down. She pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles and kneeled before him. He smirked, watching her, letting her. She laid her lips along his erection, stroking it with soft lips, kissing up and down along it. His shaft reacted, shivering and hardening. She continued to kiss up and down, letting her tongue caress the head. He leaned back against the door, moaning, letting her do what she needed to bring his cock to a full erection.

She moved her mouth over him, sucking and pulling at his cock. She worked with vigor and an intensity that only someone who is desperate could move with. She wanted him to leave, to disappear so she could do just what she threatened to do. At the same time she did not want him to go, she needed him. She had always been taken care of, her parents, her husband. If he left her and Celeste now they would be alone with nothing. Who could she rely on?

Her mouth worked harder, faster. The more she thought over why she needed him the more she showed him he needed her. Her lips worked over him, sucking and caressing, licking that thick cock and pushing the head into her throat. He gasped, shocked at how much she took in. She licked and pumping him, moving his cock into her throat, holding it, her tongue working hard. He gasped again, shuddering a bit before she began to pump him again, her tight mouth letting him know she needed him in so many ways.

Her fear was that it would be worse than he said. He told her he was leaving for a few days, what if that was not true? What if now that he had kidnapped them, turned their worlds upside down, he decided to abandon them? They could not do this without him, and he knew it. It frustrated and overwhelmed her.

He cried out, his cock growing harder in her mouth, thickening to the point she was having a difficult time moving over it. She would not stop, in her desperation she would show him how much she needed him to return, that there was more of this to come if he just did not leave them alone.

“You changed your mind… rather fast,” he panted, gripping her hair tightly. She continued her movements, his body jerking. The cum flowed into her mouth and she kept working it. She let her tongue lick up the sticky sugar, letting it flow, sucking hard. He emptied quickly and shuddered a bit, gripping her hair tighter to keep himself from falling. She allowed him to hold onto her, though he was pulling her up by the roots.

After a moment of hard breathing from him he released her hair and pulled away. He gazed down at her, blinking rapidly. She pulled off, wiping her lips clean. She looked up at him behind hooded eyes and he quickly found reason to pull up his boxers and pants again. “I need to go,” he said. “I will be back in a few days.

“If you say it is true, than I believe you,” she told him, remaining firmly on her knees in front of him.

He was not sure what game she was playing at, he did not really want to know. He grabbed his few things he needed to take with him and left, almost hurriedly.