Fuensalida

Chapter 7

Celeste sat in the motel room looking around at the walls. He had definitely found the cheapest motel in the area to stop at. She had not known where they were until she grabbed the phone book in the drawer. She knew now they were somewhere in Kentucky. Why Kentucky? It seemed an odd place to stop. She shifted on the bed cover and then sighed. She knew too many horror stories about hotels to want to sit on that thing for long. She gripped it and started tugging it off of the bed.

She had the room to herself, one king size bed that smelled a bit musky, a room that had not even cost forty dollars for the night. She knew why he was being a miser, it did not mean she had to enjoy it. If it had been under normal circumstances and she had been forced here for any reason, she might not have wanted to pout as much, but she was a hostage, albeit lately an almost willing hostage. She needed to start to question her loyalties, or forming a better plan than ‘let the bad guy take you wherever he wants’. For now she accepted her own room with a snort and a smirk, looking down her prim nose at it when she was shown to her room by her kidnapper.

He had left her and gone back to what was supposed to be ‘his’ room, a room that he was going to show Cassie to. He was keeping her mother out of sight, for the very obvious reason of… she was going to be presumed dead.

Kicking the blanket into a corner she let out a frustrated shriek that would not have scared a mouse. The police would eventually find the cabin, and her mother’s blood, and the fluids of sexual intercourse. They would search for a body relentlessly around that cabin, while he took the two of them across the country. Next… it would be her turn to die.

Celeste’s hand went to her throat. Was he going to drug her and draw out her blood with a syringe as she suspected he did to her mother? Perhaps he really would kill her?

When her door opened and shut behind her she started to scream loudly enough it would have scared the neighborhood. His hand was around her mouth, keeping her quiet while she resolved to take a hold of the panic bubbling inside of her. It took her a few minutes to compose herself again. When she did she took a few steps back and went and sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at him.

Chris watched her from a safe distance. She was trying to gain her resolve back and to not lose all composure. While she did he tried to be casual. “Did you need anything?”

“No,” she said quickly.

He raised an eyebrow slightly. “Are you sure?” he asked her, taking a step closer. He watched her chest go from quick rhythmic motions to slow and steady. It didn’t take a lot of time, but regaining her composure was still an effort on her part.

“No, thank you, I’m fine,” she said coldly.

Chris looked down at her, at the prim nose turned upwards. He was growing frustrated with her quick change attitude. He stepped closer to her, looking down at her. She glanced up at him with those wide blue eyes, eyes too innocent for a face that knew too much. “Good to know,” he told her, leaning down a bit.

She knew it was coming, he watched it all over her face. Still, she tried to escape the inevitable. “How’s Mom?”

“She said she was going to bed.” He placed on hand beside her on the bed, his face almost level with hers now.

“Did you drug her again?”

Was that bitterness he detected? “No. Why? Did you want me to?”

“No, don’t be silly.” Her eyes flitted away from him, up to the ceiling. He leaned in closer to her, his face nearly touching hers. She could feel his breath tickle across her nose, that sweet smell still on his breath. “I think… I want to watch the news.”

He shook his head. “You watch too much TV.” His lips brushed lightly against hers, not leaving her lips, but not pressing hard enough to truly call it a kiss.

“So you keep telling me,” she responded, never leaning back, her lips moving against his as she spoke.

“Maybe you will start listening,” he suggested, then kissed her a bit harder. This time her lips responded, hungrily moving against his. He moved closer to her, loving the taste of her lips, her eyes fluttering closed, her lips moving eagerly.

He could not claim anything but disappointment as she pulled back. “Sure… can I have a newspaper?”

“Sure, I’ll get you one,” he promised, flicking his tongue over her lips, “first thing in the morning.”

She leaned back a bit further from him, watching him. “How about a book?”

“An all night bookstore?”

“It’s not that late,” she told him.

He chuckled, happy to hear her say it. “No? That’s good to know.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to her neck, kissing along her neck. She tilted her head, letting him move along her neck.

“Don’t do that,” she pleaded, her hands moving to his chest. It only made him suck on her neck harder, pushing his body tighter against hers. His hands moved down her sides, sliding under her body, gripping her ass. She moaned, even as her tiny hands were pushing at his chest, trying to push him away. “Please… stop Chris…”

“Not tonight,” he whispered hoarsely. He gripped her, practically scooping her up and dumping her back onto the bed, looking down at her sprawled across it. He crawled up and over her, pushing his lips back against hers, feeling her squirm against him. His cock, already hard, strained against his pants as her thighs rubbed against it. Her movements forced him back a bit, but his lips remained hard on hers, his hand gripping her sundress roughly and pulling it upwards. His hand moved quickly between her thighs and to her panties, rubbing hard against them. She cried out again his lips, still kissing him as he rubbed against her panties.

He gripped her panties and yanked them down her legs, pulling back just enough from her lips to gaze down her body, at her bare pussy. She flushed from head to toe and her leg went up to try to kick at him. He laughed, pushing her leg aside and leaning back, his hand moving back between her thighs, his knees keeping her legs spread open for him. He watched her movements, his fingers stroking along sensitive lower lips that he felt growing damper. Her leg lifted again in a kick, this time more wobbly, hardly even a small push again him.

“That’s it,” he told her, slipping his fingers along those lips, letting her ache for him. She tried another feeble kick, this time losing the white shoe on her foot in the process. He grinned at her. “Stop that,” he demanded, then moved quickly. He slid down her body, his face between her thighs and his tongue flicking out against her wet pussy. She cried out in shock, her body starting to arch. He gripped one of her thighs and held her down, moving his tongue against her, along her. He pushed his tongue into her opening, pumping his thick tongue inside of her.

He felt her legs tense around his face and he smiled even while working her with his tongue. Her hips gyrated just enough to show her immense pleasure at having him pumping her body. He slid his free hand up her thigh and then to her clit, pushing his finger firmly against it. She screamed out quietly, as quietly as she could, and he enjoyed the very sound. Her hands flew to her face, covering it, keeping her sounds muffled, even if her body was admitting to the pleasure. She grew wetter around his tongue, wanting it even as she protested.

She brought a leg up, pressing her remaining heeled foot into the bed, crying out, sliding backwards. Chris followed her, still licking at her pussy. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back on the pillow. His hands moved quickly down to the button on his pants and pulled them open, his hands continuing to move until he had sprung his cock free.

She hardly noticed, her eyes still closed, her body still squirming against his. He moved up her body, watching her. Her eyes opened as he moved further up her body, his cock slapping against her thigh. She reached up, pushing at his chest, whimpering as he forced his body between her legs. She shook her head at him, pleading with those sapphire wide eyes.

“Yes,” he told her, pushing the head of his cock against her slit. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

She shook her head again. “You… you don’t have to,” she stuttered.

“Yes, I do,” he told her, pushing the head into her, watching her jerk around it. He furrowed his lip, loving the feel of her, loving it more now that he had her all to himself.

“Why?” she asked.

Her question and his answer were on different wavelengths. They both knew it, and still he gave her the answer that was the most truthful at this moment. “I need you.” He pushed further inside of her, “Now.”
“No… deeper reason… like faking my death like…” she could not finish her question. She was moaning too loudly, his cock slipping further into her body. He did not bother answering her, it was a silly question at a silly time. If only she knew this was all for him, not for the media, not for the people who would be looking for them. This very moment, of him pushing fully inside of her, feeling her wrapped tightly around his thick cock, it was all for him.

She gripped his shirt, her fists balling up into the cotton of it, holding onto him as he moved slowly inside of her. He watched many emotions wash over that face, pain of him moving inside of her, pleasure of the same variety, anger, and need for the man above her. He pumped her body a bit faster, moaning quietly, taking her the way he needed to, holding onto her hips. She made small noises in the back of her throat, her lips tightly pressed together trying to hide the pleasure that her body was obviously taking from this. Her hips moved, lifting and falling with his pumps, her pussy was wet with the need of him taking her, and still she looked at him with anger, her fists balled tighter into his shirt until the cotton tore.

Her body bounced against the mattress with the pumps of his hips. She held onto the tearing shirt, letting him take her, his moans growing louder in the room. Her body tightened and he moaned louder. He felt it in her, ready to release, and he wanted it, wanted that, very badly. His cock grew harder while she shook. He took her faster, nearly pistoning her while not driving himself too hard into her. She squeezed and tightened, her legs around him gripping tighter, until she was screaming out, bucking, letting go of her climax he had taken from her. He kept moving, slipping in and out of her, his cock swelling, watching her buck, watching her breasts move in that simple dress and wanting to grip them, to grip them tightly as he came inside of her.

She jolted, her body jerking, shaking around his cock, and still she had enough sense in her. She unwrapped her legs from around his body, spreading them out, his body moving even more freely inside of her without the restriction of her tight lets.

“Oh, yes,” he moaned, his balls growing tight.

“Stop,” she moaned quietly, her body still tense and tight around his cock. He only kept moving, kept pumping her body with the hot need of having her, taking her, her needing him back. “Stop!”

He cried out, pulling his cock from her tight body and watching it explode with cum over her. The thick liquid spurt out, spreading over her stomach and thighs, dripping over her dress a bit. He pumped his cock, ridding himself over every drop. Meanwhile she shuddered and closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see his cock spewing its contents onto her body.

He looked down at her, gasping hard, his own body shaking a bit. Her eyes refused to open, she refused to look at him. He knew humiliation when he saw it, even if she was not blushing red with it. He leaned down and kissed her ear lightly. “Goodnight,” he whispered into her ear.

She shivered, and still her eyes remained closed. “Goodnight.”

He watched her, waited, even flicked his tongue against her ear. His only response was a shiver, and no longer one of pleasure. He slipped off of her, fixing his clothing, still watching her absolutely refuse to move. He had no doubt the moment he left the room she would be dashing for the shower, and still he lingered. He stepped back towards the door, his eyes a bit droopy now. He had spent a full day in a car driving and then had decided to take on the liveliest girl he knew, he needed sleep.

He exited the room, leaving Celeste alone. She sat up and did just as he suspected, moving to the bathroom to wash herself of the evidence of their copulating. She refused to let herself think of what he would be doing five minutes from now as he climbed into bed with her mother.