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Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
33
Views:
6,983
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 16
~Sorry Raine~
Chapter 16
Cassie stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a small pad of paper in her hands and a pen scratching across it, making a list of the food they would need to push them through a week, if not more. They had been living off of fast food for so long that she was almost anxious to make a meal again. There was only a little bit in the refrigerator here, enough for them to have something to drink and perhaps a yogurt, at the behest of Celeste; not enough to feed them for much longer.
Chris walked down the stairs, glancing over at her. He had given her free reign to go out later in the new car, they had needed a Vermont license plate after all. He had put cash in her hand and for a moment her eyes had simply alighted looking down at the bills, more than enough to fill up the house with food.
Cassie looked up at him as he strolled into the room. “I figured now that we were settled some place I could actually make a good dinner.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he agreed.
“What would you like?”
“What are my options?”
Cassie grinned up at him. “You have whatever option you want, it is your money after all, but if you want Celeste to pout pick something fattening, otherwise she’ll try to force seafood or chicken on us… all of the time.”
Chris jumped up onto the counter and sat down beside her. “Surprise me.”
Cassie shrugged. “How about surf and turf? She gets what she wants and we get good ol’ red meat?”
He chuckled slightly. “Works for me.”
“Glad you agree.”
Chris watched her carefully. “No reason to be difficult for the sake of being difficult, is there?”
“Really?” she looked a bit disbelieving. “Isn’t that what you do?”
“Not at all.” To her amazement he was being absolutely serious.
Then she thought she had it. “What is your reason for being difficult?”
“When am I difficult?”
She rolled her eyes up at him. “When you want your way.”
He watched her, gauging her. “I have to be difficult to get my way?”
She looked down, thinking about it. “Probably not.”
“I didn’t think so.”
Cassie was a bit irritated by that one. She turned her head back to her pad of paper and began writing again. Chris leaned back against the counters, watching her write. “She was excited to go to school today,” she said, just to fill the silence.
“I would hope so,” he scoffed.
“Since this is what she wanted?” Cassie tried hard not to bite out the word. She was happy to be settled and at the same time raging against the fact that it was her daughter’s suggestion, her daughter’s choice, and she was given it without question. It was what she thought, at least, she did not know what her daughter had to give to gain what she had wanted.
“That was my reasoning,” Chris said flatly.
“Why did she get her way?” Cassie could not help herself from asking.
“Did you have a better idea?” he asked her.
“Hawaii? Cancun? Italy?”
“Did you offer any sort of actual plan, or are you just tossing out major names now?”
“We would be further away from the media attention and less likely to be found.”
Chris smirked, looking over the woman who had been the former Mrs. Frederick Lieberman and was now Mrs. Christopher Carlton. “Really concerned about being found?”
“Sure,” Celeste shrugged, thinking back to Celeste’s obsession with the television and the media that covered their disappearance. “How do you know Celeste isn’t leaving clues about where she is?”
“Such as?” he asked doubtfully.
“I don’t know,” she shrugged and continued with her list.
He slid off of the counter. She glanced up at him and he shrugged. “Should I leave you to your listing?”
“You don’t have to,” she said quickly, trying to keep him there. “I think I have everything that will be a happy medium.” She put the list on the counter and glanced up at him.
“You think so?” Chris glanced back at her, smirking that famous smirk.
“I think so,” she nodded. “Hard to accommodate three people and different tastes sometimes.”
“I’m sure you can handle it.”
She grinned up at him confidently. “I’m sure I can.”
“Weren’t you making a list?”
“Yes, and I’ve finished it.”
He smirked. “So, handled?”
She shook her head, wagging her finger slightly. “Well, I haven’t done the actual shopping yet, so, not yet.”
“Of course,” he said blandly.
She looked up at him, leaning beside him against the counter once more. “If I said we should move to Italy, could we?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Why Italy?”
“My mother was Italian,” Cassie explained. “I would love to visit my family’s home, to go see the water canals of Vienna.”
Chris shook his head. “There’s a huge difference between visiting something to see it and moving there.”
Cassie sighed. “Yes, well, we could spend the rest of our lives just traveling Europe. Who says we need to settle?”
“I don’t claim to be an expert on such things, but that doesn’t sound like a good idea from your daughter’s standpoint.”
“And why is that?” Cassie asked him.
“Being able to school in one place?”
Cassie let another shrug go. “She’s smart enough she hardly needs to finish school.”
Chris frowned. “Where would that get her?”
“Wherever she wants to be,” Cassie nearly snarled. “We can forget everything else, we can always claim she studied in Europe.”
“What if she doesn’t want to wander Europe?”
“What if I don’t want to stay in Vermont?”
“I didn’t say we can’t consider something else… but I doubt you can have reached that decision after two days.”
Cassie nodded and looked back at her list. She was backed into a corner, which was exactly what he was aiming for. They both knew it thought neither would admit it. “OF course not, just making conversation.”
“Of course,” he sighed.
“I’m surprised you weren’t up to see her off to school this morning,” Cassie offered by way of some form of conversation.
“Sorry, I’ll make sure that I am tomorrow.”
Cassie laughed a bit unkindly. “That isn’t what I meant. I’m sure she hardly miss you.”
“Oh, what did you mean?”
“I was just surprised you didn’t want to see her off. She was a true teenager for a few minutes.”
“She did seem enthusiastic,” he agreed, though his thoughts were not on her this morning, they were on her last night. He saw the girl who had her uniform laid out on the dresser, had paced by it several times, who had tried to play it cool and was anything but.
“I don’t remember ever being that enthusiastic about school,” Cassie admitted in a moment of reality, a true sign of who she really is.
Chris chuckled. “Neither do I.”
“School was a means to an end,” Cassie continued. “I lucked out, after high school I met Fred and was set. You had the pleasure of law school, and then being an attorney, to find out that you raced through one boring life experience to be stuck in another.”
Chris realized the wisdom behind her words, but decided to brush it off. “When what were you enthusiastic about?”
“Sex.”
Chris looked up at her, not surprised it would be her answer, but surprised it came from her lips so easily. “Really? For as long as you can remember?”
Cassie grinned, not losing her cool. “Not much else I was ever enthusiastic about, well, besides spending money.”
“So, sex and money,” Chris grinned. “That’s a fun combination.”
“I thought, and think, so.”
“Haven’t changed your mind about that?”
“Not yet.”
Chris furrowed his brow. “Were you working on it?”
Cassie never lost her grin. “No, but if I give too definitive of an answer it’s possible it might change, better to think the worst, that one day it might change and have it never change.”
Chris grinned wider. “Well said.”
“Thank you.” Cassie gave him a mock bow.
Chris glanced over at her list. “Well then… what’s your next plan?”
Cassie reached up and gripped his shirt, dragging him closer. “The sex before the spending money.”
Chris grinned, feeling his cock jump. “Sounds like a firm plan.”
Cassie grinned wider, sliding her hand down his body to the front of his pants. She slid her hand over the growing bulge in his pants, feeling along it happily. He watched her, feeling his cock harden further, especially when her hands without hesitation pulled open his pants back began pushing them downwards.
“Ready for brunch?” he asked.
“Very,” she admitted. She licked his lips then slid her body down his, pushing along him, moving to her knees and pulling his boxers down as well so she could give his cock a long lick.
“Mmmm…” he moaned in pleasure, “Enjoy.”
She pulled his pants and boxers completely around his ankles and goes to work over his cock without hesitation. She moved down his length quickly, taking in the full amount and sucking hard on it.
“Oh yes, eat my big cock,” he moaned, reaching out and gripping her short tresses.
She rolled her eyes up towards him, watching him as she pumped along his thick cock. She licked and sucked furiously along him, and he moaned, trembling, gripping her hair harder. “Yes, that’s fucking hot, look at me while you suck that big cock.”
She did just as he asked, watching him as she pumped his cock in her tight mouth. He moaned, watching, enjoying her. She moved the head of his cock deep into her throat, and deeper.
He gasped as she took his cock faster down her throat, feeling her jerk with him, but her mouth stayed tight.
“Oh yes, I should have fucked around with you years ago.”
Cassie moaned her agreement while she moved over him. He was shaking hard, gripping her tighter, pulling her hair as he pumps her mouth.
“Fuck, if you are going to be enthusiastic about something, best to be an expert.” She could only chuckle back to that, he was too deeply in her throat for anything more than that. “You like this… big cock?” She moaned her approval along it, pumping it fast and deeply.
Cassie pulled her mouth from his thick cock and looked up at him. “Fuck me.”
“Really?” he asked, though he knew the answer, he knew what she needed.
“Yes,” she said, giving the head of his cock another lick.
“Get your ass up here,” he demanded.
And did she. She slide her body along his, turning so that she could rub herself over his cock, so that the thick ridge could brush under her skirt and feel her ass cheeks.
“Mmm… bend over the counter.” Without hesitation she moved to the counter and bent over, wiggling her ass his way. “No, not yet, lose the clothes first.”
She moved swiftly, pulling her shirt over her head and dropping her skirt, revealing the lack of undergarments underneath.
Chris pulled his pants the rest of the way off, moving out of them and stepping over to her, gripping her hips and bending her further over the counter. “Ready for a good fucking?” he asked, sliding his cock between her thighs, rubbing against her wet pussy as he slaps her ass.
She cried out loudly, jerking and moaning. “Yes!”
“Yeah?” he smacked her again. “Good.” He thrusted hard into her, pushing completely inside of her in one thrust. She moaned loudly, trembling over his cock. He pushed her further against the counter, placing one hand onto her back to keep her held down before pounding in and out of her body hard. He did not want to take his time with her, he wanted to keep her tight and writhing.
He pounded hard into her, moving through her. She moaned and cried out, kicking slightly as he drove himself deeply. She leaned back, arching towards him, bucking her hips along his cock. They moved hard against one another, panting and gripping one another, his hands bruising her skin, her pussy sliding up and down him.
He brought her quickly, she could not help herself, dripping along his cock when she jerked in pleasure. She had wanted to hold back, to make him work for it, this time however she was completely giving herself to him. Her pussy tightened and convulsed around his thick cock, only causing him to swell further into her.
“Yes… I want it... Please!” she begged loudly. Her whole body was shuddering under him, finding it hard to hold on to her senses, and still she knew she had to have this, the undeniable pleasure of him releasing into her body, filling her for one hot moment.
“Yeah?” he grunted, his voice an octave higher. “Fucking take it!”
Cassie pushes her hips towards him, sliding herself even as she is gripping at the counter for support. His hard thrusts have her bucking forward and then her body rocks back along him. They move together for another few brief moments and then that hot explosion releases inside of her, pushing deeply, spilling through her.
He pumps her hard as he spends himself thoroughly through her. “All of it,” Cassie begged, shaking.
“Yes, make sure…” he said slowly before slowly pulling out of her. She looked back at him, a little confused by the change.
He reached over and squeezed one of her breasts. “Make sure the pipe is clean.”
Cassie laughs a bit, but eagerly turns towards him, finding it easy to move back to her knees after they had been shaking for the strength of her orgasm. She leaned forward and ran her tongue firmly over the head of his cock. He moaned in pleasure, this time keeping his hands off of her, just watching her, letting her run her tongue up and down the length of him.
A few long licks and she had his cock as clean as it was before he had pounded into her, albeit it just a bit wetter. She whimpers in pleasure and sucks him completely clean and he grins down at her.
“Thank you,” he smiles.
She was not completely sure if he was being sarcastic or generally honest, but she smiled up at him and gave him one last lick. “My pleasure.”
Cassie stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a small pad of paper in her hands and a pen scratching across it, making a list of the food they would need to push them through a week, if not more. They had been living off of fast food for so long that she was almost anxious to make a meal again. There was only a little bit in the refrigerator here, enough for them to have something to drink and perhaps a yogurt, at the behest of Celeste; not enough to feed them for much longer.
Chris walked down the stairs, glancing over at her. He had given her free reign to go out later in the new car, they had needed a Vermont license plate after all. He had put cash in her hand and for a moment her eyes had simply alighted looking down at the bills, more than enough to fill up the house with food.
Cassie looked up at him as he strolled into the room. “I figured now that we were settled some place I could actually make a good dinner.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he agreed.
“What would you like?”
“What are my options?”
Cassie grinned up at him. “You have whatever option you want, it is your money after all, but if you want Celeste to pout pick something fattening, otherwise she’ll try to force seafood or chicken on us… all of the time.”
Chris jumped up onto the counter and sat down beside her. “Surprise me.”
Cassie shrugged. “How about surf and turf? She gets what she wants and we get good ol’ red meat?”
He chuckled slightly. “Works for me.”
“Glad you agree.”
Chris watched her carefully. “No reason to be difficult for the sake of being difficult, is there?”
“Really?” she looked a bit disbelieving. “Isn’t that what you do?”
“Not at all.” To her amazement he was being absolutely serious.
Then she thought she had it. “What is your reason for being difficult?”
“When am I difficult?”
She rolled her eyes up at him. “When you want your way.”
He watched her, gauging her. “I have to be difficult to get my way?”
She looked down, thinking about it. “Probably not.”
“I didn’t think so.”
Cassie was a bit irritated by that one. She turned her head back to her pad of paper and began writing again. Chris leaned back against the counters, watching her write. “She was excited to go to school today,” she said, just to fill the silence.
“I would hope so,” he scoffed.
“Since this is what she wanted?” Cassie tried hard not to bite out the word. She was happy to be settled and at the same time raging against the fact that it was her daughter’s suggestion, her daughter’s choice, and she was given it without question. It was what she thought, at least, she did not know what her daughter had to give to gain what she had wanted.
“That was my reasoning,” Chris said flatly.
“Why did she get her way?” Cassie could not help herself from asking.
“Did you have a better idea?” he asked her.
“Hawaii? Cancun? Italy?”
“Did you offer any sort of actual plan, or are you just tossing out major names now?”
“We would be further away from the media attention and less likely to be found.”
Chris smirked, looking over the woman who had been the former Mrs. Frederick Lieberman and was now Mrs. Christopher Carlton. “Really concerned about being found?”
“Sure,” Celeste shrugged, thinking back to Celeste’s obsession with the television and the media that covered their disappearance. “How do you know Celeste isn’t leaving clues about where she is?”
“Such as?” he asked doubtfully.
“I don’t know,” she shrugged and continued with her list.
He slid off of the counter. She glanced up at him and he shrugged. “Should I leave you to your listing?”
“You don’t have to,” she said quickly, trying to keep him there. “I think I have everything that will be a happy medium.” She put the list on the counter and glanced up at him.
“You think so?” Chris glanced back at her, smirking that famous smirk.
“I think so,” she nodded. “Hard to accommodate three people and different tastes sometimes.”
“I’m sure you can handle it.”
She grinned up at him confidently. “I’m sure I can.”
“Weren’t you making a list?”
“Yes, and I’ve finished it.”
He smirked. “So, handled?”
She shook her head, wagging her finger slightly. “Well, I haven’t done the actual shopping yet, so, not yet.”
“Of course,” he said blandly.
She looked up at him, leaning beside him against the counter once more. “If I said we should move to Italy, could we?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Why Italy?”
“My mother was Italian,” Cassie explained. “I would love to visit my family’s home, to go see the water canals of Vienna.”
Chris shook his head. “There’s a huge difference between visiting something to see it and moving there.”
Cassie sighed. “Yes, well, we could spend the rest of our lives just traveling Europe. Who says we need to settle?”
“I don’t claim to be an expert on such things, but that doesn’t sound like a good idea from your daughter’s standpoint.”
“And why is that?” Cassie asked him.
“Being able to school in one place?”
Cassie let another shrug go. “She’s smart enough she hardly needs to finish school.”
Chris frowned. “Where would that get her?”
“Wherever she wants to be,” Cassie nearly snarled. “We can forget everything else, we can always claim she studied in Europe.”
“What if she doesn’t want to wander Europe?”
“What if I don’t want to stay in Vermont?”
“I didn’t say we can’t consider something else… but I doubt you can have reached that decision after two days.”
Cassie nodded and looked back at her list. She was backed into a corner, which was exactly what he was aiming for. They both knew it thought neither would admit it. “OF course not, just making conversation.”
“Of course,” he sighed.
“I’m surprised you weren’t up to see her off to school this morning,” Cassie offered by way of some form of conversation.
“Sorry, I’ll make sure that I am tomorrow.”
Cassie laughed a bit unkindly. “That isn’t what I meant. I’m sure she hardly miss you.”
“Oh, what did you mean?”
“I was just surprised you didn’t want to see her off. She was a true teenager for a few minutes.”
“She did seem enthusiastic,” he agreed, though his thoughts were not on her this morning, they were on her last night. He saw the girl who had her uniform laid out on the dresser, had paced by it several times, who had tried to play it cool and was anything but.
“I don’t remember ever being that enthusiastic about school,” Cassie admitted in a moment of reality, a true sign of who she really is.
Chris chuckled. “Neither do I.”
“School was a means to an end,” Cassie continued. “I lucked out, after high school I met Fred and was set. You had the pleasure of law school, and then being an attorney, to find out that you raced through one boring life experience to be stuck in another.”
Chris realized the wisdom behind her words, but decided to brush it off. “When what were you enthusiastic about?”
“Sex.”
Chris looked up at her, not surprised it would be her answer, but surprised it came from her lips so easily. “Really? For as long as you can remember?”
Cassie grinned, not losing her cool. “Not much else I was ever enthusiastic about, well, besides spending money.”
“So, sex and money,” Chris grinned. “That’s a fun combination.”
“I thought, and think, so.”
“Haven’t changed your mind about that?”
“Not yet.”
Chris furrowed his brow. “Were you working on it?”
Cassie never lost her grin. “No, but if I give too definitive of an answer it’s possible it might change, better to think the worst, that one day it might change and have it never change.”
Chris grinned wider. “Well said.”
“Thank you.” Cassie gave him a mock bow.
Chris glanced over at her list. “Well then… what’s your next plan?”
Cassie reached up and gripped his shirt, dragging him closer. “The sex before the spending money.”
Chris grinned, feeling his cock jump. “Sounds like a firm plan.”
Cassie grinned wider, sliding her hand down his body to the front of his pants. She slid her hand over the growing bulge in his pants, feeling along it happily. He watched her, feeling his cock harden further, especially when her hands without hesitation pulled open his pants back began pushing them downwards.
“Ready for brunch?” he asked.
“Very,” she admitted. She licked his lips then slid her body down his, pushing along him, moving to her knees and pulling his boxers down as well so she could give his cock a long lick.
“Mmmm…” he moaned in pleasure, “Enjoy.”
She pulled his pants and boxers completely around his ankles and goes to work over his cock without hesitation. She moved down his length quickly, taking in the full amount and sucking hard on it.
“Oh yes, eat my big cock,” he moaned, reaching out and gripping her short tresses.
She rolled her eyes up towards him, watching him as she pumped along his thick cock. She licked and sucked furiously along him, and he moaned, trembling, gripping her hair harder. “Yes, that’s fucking hot, look at me while you suck that big cock.”
She did just as he asked, watching him as she pumped his cock in her tight mouth. He moaned, watching, enjoying her. She moved the head of his cock deep into her throat, and deeper.
He gasped as she took his cock faster down her throat, feeling her jerk with him, but her mouth stayed tight.
“Oh yes, I should have fucked around with you years ago.”
Cassie moaned her agreement while she moved over him. He was shaking hard, gripping her tighter, pulling her hair as he pumps her mouth.
“Fuck, if you are going to be enthusiastic about something, best to be an expert.” She could only chuckle back to that, he was too deeply in her throat for anything more than that. “You like this… big cock?” She moaned her approval along it, pumping it fast and deeply.
Cassie pulled her mouth from his thick cock and looked up at him. “Fuck me.”
“Really?” he asked, though he knew the answer, he knew what she needed.
“Yes,” she said, giving the head of his cock another lick.
“Get your ass up here,” he demanded.
And did she. She slide her body along his, turning so that she could rub herself over his cock, so that the thick ridge could brush under her skirt and feel her ass cheeks.
“Mmm… bend over the counter.” Without hesitation she moved to the counter and bent over, wiggling her ass his way. “No, not yet, lose the clothes first.”
She moved swiftly, pulling her shirt over her head and dropping her skirt, revealing the lack of undergarments underneath.
Chris pulled his pants the rest of the way off, moving out of them and stepping over to her, gripping her hips and bending her further over the counter. “Ready for a good fucking?” he asked, sliding his cock between her thighs, rubbing against her wet pussy as he slaps her ass.
She cried out loudly, jerking and moaning. “Yes!”
“Yeah?” he smacked her again. “Good.” He thrusted hard into her, pushing completely inside of her in one thrust. She moaned loudly, trembling over his cock. He pushed her further against the counter, placing one hand onto her back to keep her held down before pounding in and out of her body hard. He did not want to take his time with her, he wanted to keep her tight and writhing.
He pounded hard into her, moving through her. She moaned and cried out, kicking slightly as he drove himself deeply. She leaned back, arching towards him, bucking her hips along his cock. They moved hard against one another, panting and gripping one another, his hands bruising her skin, her pussy sliding up and down him.
He brought her quickly, she could not help herself, dripping along his cock when she jerked in pleasure. She had wanted to hold back, to make him work for it, this time however she was completely giving herself to him. Her pussy tightened and convulsed around his thick cock, only causing him to swell further into her.
“Yes… I want it... Please!” she begged loudly. Her whole body was shuddering under him, finding it hard to hold on to her senses, and still she knew she had to have this, the undeniable pleasure of him releasing into her body, filling her for one hot moment.
“Yeah?” he grunted, his voice an octave higher. “Fucking take it!”
Cassie pushes her hips towards him, sliding herself even as she is gripping at the counter for support. His hard thrusts have her bucking forward and then her body rocks back along him. They move together for another few brief moments and then that hot explosion releases inside of her, pushing deeply, spilling through her.
He pumps her hard as he spends himself thoroughly through her. “All of it,” Cassie begged, shaking.
“Yes, make sure…” he said slowly before slowly pulling out of her. She looked back at him, a little confused by the change.
He reached over and squeezed one of her breasts. “Make sure the pipe is clean.”
Cassie laughs a bit, but eagerly turns towards him, finding it easy to move back to her knees after they had been shaking for the strength of her orgasm. She leaned forward and ran her tongue firmly over the head of his cock. He moaned in pleasure, this time keeping his hands off of her, just watching her, letting her run her tongue up and down the length of him.
A few long licks and she had his cock as clean as it was before he had pounded into her, albeit it just a bit wetter. She whimpers in pleasure and sucks him completely clean and he grins down at her.
“Thank you,” he smiles.
She was not completely sure if he was being sarcastic or generally honest, but she smiled up at him and gave him one last lick. “My pleasure.”