Evan wisely kept quiet and watched the computer screen.
“Of all the things to do at a time like this. If anything happens to her, I’ll…” his words trailed off, unable to finish his thought.
Evan continued watching the computer screen for a few minutes and announced, “I think she’s stopped for the night. She’s been in the same area for a while. I thought at first she had just stopped to eat, but now’s she moved to a secondary location and has been there for a while. I’m surprised her old car made it this far.”
“That’s my fault, I had the damn thing fixed and started every other day. I’m taking her fucking keys,” Craig ranted. “How long before we get to her?” he asked, relieved that she had stopped and they could finally catch up to her, hopefully before anyone else did.
“Less than an hour,” Evan answered. The rain and hail had made them stop for over half an hour, and it gave Rachel a good lead. Apparently she had missed the worst of the storm and it hadn’t slowed her down like it did them.
Craig hit the gas. No way it was going to take an hour. Knowing they were that close just made him more anxious to get to Rachel.
Evan gave Craig the coordinates where Rachel was and made a quick call to Dave and Sadie to let them know what was going on, then leaned back to catch some z’s. He had a feeling he was going to be driving them home.
To help pass the time, Craig plotted all the punishments his little lamb was going to get. She definitely wouldn’t be sitting for a while, and if he let her come in this lifetime, it would be a miracle. Yes, his little lamb was definitely in for a hard time. He chuckled at his own double entendre.
* * * *
Rachel was getting ready to get in the shower when she heard something hit her window. Glad she was on the second floor, she grabbed a towel and went to see what the noise was. She looked out the window for a few minutes, and seeing nothing, turned towards the shower.
She’d taken a couple steps when she heard the sound again. “What the fuck?” she thought, looking again. Still seeing nothing, she turned the radio on for some music and went to take her shower.
“Stupid bitch,” Mike Hawkins thought. When he hit the window, she did just as expected and looked out. He had thrown rocks at half the windows in the place before he found the bitch. Now that he knew where she was, he could get something to eat and come back for her later. She was obviously in for the night.
Craig made it to the motel in record time. Convincing the little gal behind the desk to tell them Rachel’s room and give them a spare key was too easy.
Too impatient to wait for the ancient elevator, they bounded up the stairs. What the receptionist hadn’t told them was that they were not the only people interested in the woman in 206.
Praying they were in time, Evan and Craig sprinted to Rachel’s room, and using the key, Craig opened the door.
She hadn’t even used the security lock. “She is so getting it,” Craig thought.
Bursting into the room, it appeared to be empty. The radio was playing, and Rachel’s clothes were on the bed. Listening, they heard the shower running. Evan found a chair and sat back to watch the show. It was going to be a good one.
Looking at his friend, Craig opened bathroom door, not bothering to be quiet. It was obvious that Rachel couldn’t hear anything.
He walked into the room, and grabbing the shower curtain, he yanked it back. Rachel screamed and threw the bottle of shampoo she’d been holding at him.
“Hey, baby,” Craig said, proud of himself, catching the bottle.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing? How did you find me? How did you get in here? You scared the hell out of me!” She screamed and started crying.
He rinsed the soap from her hair and turned the water off. Lifting her out of the shower, he wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the bed, where he sat on the side and held her while she cried, not caring that she was getting him wet.
Finally she came up for air and looked into his face. Cupping his face with both of her hands, she smiled at him and said, “I thought I’d never see you again.”
“You’re not getting rid of me that easy,” he answered as he leaned down and gave her a long, lingering kiss. Standing her up, he told her, “Get dressed, we’re going home. Master Evan wants to get back to Sadie and the baby, and we’ll all be safer there.”
Whirling around, Rachel looked and saw Evan sitting in the chair, grinning. Somehow she had lost the towel and was standing there naked. Looking for it, Craig was holding it just out of her reach, and he was sitting on her clothes.
“Give me the towel,” she screamed, grabbing frantically for it.
“I don’t know, not really the proper tone for a submissive, especially one that’s in as much trouble as you are, my lamb. What do you think, Master Evan?” he said seriously, dangling the towel just out of her reach.
“Give me the fucking towel now, you ass wipe,” she demanded, too mad to temper her tongue.
Evan looked at Craig and said, laughing, “I’m going to gas up the truck. I’ll be back in an hour or less.” Looking at Rachel, he said, “Honey, if I were you, I’d watch that mouth. You’re already in more trouble than you want to be.” Then he walked out of the room chuckling. That little girl was in so much trouble, and as much as he didn’t want to miss the fun, he had his own trouble at home.
Nodding to Evan, Craig grabbed Rachel around the waist and flipped her over his knee. Pulling her legs apart, he smacked her five times hard on the ass, then shoved three fingers into her pussy. Fucking his fingers in and out of her, he asked, “Are you ready to watch your mouth, little lamb?”