Fuensalida

Chapter 9

Cassie waited in the bed for Chris to return. Her stomach knotted. Was he saying good night to her the way he had last night? Was she crying? Was she ready to pull his hair out? Was he being careful? Would her baby girl end up pregnant because they had never put her on the pill?

When he returned shortly after going to check on her Cassie tried very hard not to let out a sigh of relief. He began pulling off his shirt, not bothering to look at her in the nightgown she had bought this morning. They were at another motel, somewhere in Florida. It was slightly nicer than the last one yet still on the low end.

It took everything in her not to ask him what had happened, in minute detail. Instead she just asked quietly, “How is she?”

Chris shrugged. “She’s the way she always is.”

It was as evasive as an answer as one could give. Celeste’s mood swings were memorable, it did not tell Cassie a thing. If he had gone in there and expected nothing of her, she would have been pleasant. If he had gone in there demanding, she would have turned cold and angry.

“She’s watching television,” Chris told her. “She’s obsessed with finding more news on the search for you two.”

The knot in Cassie’s stomach turned tighter. She felt the desire to retch, but instead only blinked. “That can’t be good for her.”

Chris moved back to the door and unlocked it again. “Feel free to go tell her otherwise.” When Cassie did not make a move to leave the comfort of the bed he flipped the lock and crawled into the bed beside her. He was angry, Celeste had done something to make him angry, and he was in no mood to tell her what it was. She watched him move, punching the pillow to give it to the right shape.

Cassie let out a quiet sigh. “What did she do?”

“Nothing,” Chris snapped, and he knew Cassie was not stupid enough to believe him. Cassie stood, this time she would go check on her daughter. She pushed her feet into a pair of shoes and grabbed a robe from the back of the bathroom door. “Now you need to go check on her?”

“Yes,” she stated, and without another word she walked out and shuffled down to her daughter’s room.

She knocked quietly and Celeste opened the door slowly, glancing up at her mother. She then opened the door wider, allowing her mother to come into the room. Cassie had to remind herself to not sound accusing. “What happened?”

“What does it matter, what happened?” Celeste snapped, closing the door firmly. “He’s a pig.”

“What the fuck happened, Celeste?” Cassie snapped, going over to her daughter and shaking her. Celeste winced and pulled back from her mother, glaring up at her.

“Why are you on his side?” Celeste snapped. “Is he horny and coming to your room now, begging for it?”

Cassie felt her stomach churning, her legs growing weak. How could her daughter speak like that, angrily and yet calmly about a man who had tried to seduce her, and obviously had failed. How was her daughter able to handle this situation better than her?

“You can still run,” Cassie intervened. “He will never know you left if you…” She trailed off. The look of absolute horror on her daughter’s face had her silenced.

Celeste’s eyes welled up. She blinked quickly and the tears were gone. “You can’t suggest that,” she whispered, then moved over to the bed. “I’m tired, all I want to do is sleep.”

“Not until you tell me what happened,” Cassie demanded.

Celeste shrugged before crawling onto her bed. “I told him I wouldn’t,” she explained. “I was in too much pain.”

“Did he hurt you… that badly?” Cassie could not help remembering the feel of him inside of her, how roughly he would take her, the pain that often lingered afterwards. She imagined him taking Celeste that way, slamming himself into her unused body, and her hands went to her stomach, hoping to easing the churning.

“No,” Celeste admitted. “I just didn’t want him touching me. He knew it and was furious with me, wondering how I could think to deny him.” Celeste held back the last part from her mother, failing to mention that she had proven she was hurt. She had pulled her shirt off of her body, tossing it to the floor, showing him the bruises on her arms from when he grabbed her, showing him her wrist that still had not completely healed. She had snapped at him, angrily, that he may be gentle to her during sex, to make her need it, to make her want it, but what he did when he was not trying to push inside of her was leaving marks that were only slowly healing. She had then kicked off her skirt at him and told him to take her if he wanted her. Was he not ready for it? She saw how hard he was. He had turned on her and slammed the door behind him. She had pushed him too far, she knew it, and hated the guilt she felt, but she had not wanted him to touch her. She was still frightened from earlier, afraid that one mistake from her and she would never see her mother again.

And then here her mother stood, accusing her of what she had done to piss off their kidnapper. She was growing angrier, and she never had a clear enough head when angry.

“You push him too much,” Cassie accused.

Celeste felt that coil that was holding her back snap. She gripped the pillow on her bed and threw it violently at her mother, who barely dodged it. Cassie’s face was filled with shock as Celeste snapped at her. “I’m so very sorry I’m not a willing victim!”

Cassie turned her back on her daughter, walking over to the door again. “You know very well what I meant,” she told her. She turned back to face her, watching Celeste’s eyes turn cold. “You have had plenty of opportunities to escape, and you are the one who keeps stalling and staying, not going far, allowing yourself to be found. You could be free of this and you continue to stay.”

Celeste’s nails dug into the bed sheets beneath her. “When he came looking for me, and left you alone in the store picking out clothes, you could have escaped as well.

Cassie shrugged and then left the room. Celeste and Cassie both knew why Cassie had not run, though neither of them would admit it.

Cassie returned to the room, the lights all out. She locked the deadbolt and felt her way to the bed, slipping out of her shoes and her robe. She crawled onto her side of the bed and lay back, satisfied that he was in her bed for the night.

He turned over towards her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her towards him. She shivered in his arms, his hand moving up her stomach to her breasts. He gripped one, beginning to massage it, tweaking her nipple, rubbing a thumb over it. She tried not to make a sound, even as his hand moved along his boxers, pushing them down. She felt his hard erection and pushed closer to it, moaning. He smiled to himself, gripping her nightgown and pulling it upwards, slipping his cock between her legs. He rubbed his cock against Cassie’s wet, bare pussy. She spread her legs for him, leaning her body back against his, her hand reaching back to grip his thigh.

He shifted, lifting, pushing the head into her. Cassie moaned, sliding downwards, trying to push him further into her. He pulled back a bit, letting her squirm onto it, letting her show how much she needed it. He reached up, gripping her hair, pushing deeper into her, her mouth open and moaning. They pushed together, his cock completely filling her. She grinded herself onto him, letting him take her hard. He moved her, rolling her onto her stomach, his body moving up behind hers. He pushed harder into her, faster, taking her hotly.

Cassie moaned loudly, her fingers tearing at the pillow under her. Her back arched, her body moved and pushed against him. He took her harder, the head of his cock bruising her cervix as he pumped and pushed hard. They moved quickly against one another, needing it, panting for it, until he was cumming, pouring inside of her with a quick shout. She moaned, shuddering over him, allowing them both of slip back to the bed. He pulled his body from hers and she shifted further away from him.

She could not fall asleep as easily as she would have liked. Instead she listened to his steady breathing as he fell asleep beside her. For hours she stayed awake, trying to keep her mind blank, trying not to think too hard on what she knew, deep in her heart. She absolutely wanted Chris, she spent most of her time wanting him to touch her, if only for a few minutes. Chris, however, absolutely wanted Celeste and was using Cassie as a consolation prize.

Cassie sniffed. She would prove who was the better lover for him. He may want the young nubile curves of the sixteen-year-old, but she would not be able to satisfy him like Cassie could, with experience and prowess. Next time she would prove herself.

Sometime in the night she remembered her lost husband, but it was a fleeting though in dreams that did not last for very long.