she uttered no
protest when he secured her hands and gagged her. He gently brushed a few
stray strands of hair from her face, then cradled her cheek against his
palm. “I’ll be back in a few.”
The
door to the motel office jingled a welcome as he went inside. A
middle-aged, heavy-set woman sat behind the counter. As he filled out the
necessary paperwork, she asked, “Do you and your wife like pizza?”
“Who
doesn’t?”
“The
place across the highway’s real good.”
“Thanks.
We may give them a try.”
The
air inside their allotted room was hot and musty. Switching on the window
unit air conditioner, he returned to the parking lot to unload the van.
Since it was still light, he’d have to remove both the hobble and the gag
before escorting her inside.
After
releasing her, he circled a hand behind her neck and with the other held the
Taser before her face. “I’m going to remove the gag before we go
inside. The very instant you inhale to scream, I’ll Tase you. Then,
as punishment, you’ll wear the gag for the next twenty-four hours. Are
you going to behave?”
Wide-eyed,
she nodded.
He
removed the gag. With one arm anchoring her securely to his side, and the
other holding the Taser against her ribs, he quickly escorted her inside and
locked the door behind them.
Docile
and obedient, she settled onto the edge of the mattress. With the air
conditioner droning ominously in the background, he moved over to the large,
deep-drawered bureau and placed the Taser onto its battered surface. As
he pulled the Colt from the small of his back, swift movement behind him caught
the corner of his eye.
As
he spun around, there was a blur of red-clad leg arcing through the air.
Her bare foot struck his hand and the .45 went flying.
She
dove for the weapon. Launching himself after her, he landed across her
lower legs and snagged a handful of tee shirt. Writhing like a serpent,
she managed to latch onto his belt with her toes and then straightened her
legs, propelling herself forward another half foot across the rust-colored shag
carpeting toward the Colt. His own forward progress thus impeded, he
grasped her ankles and scooted down just far enough to wrench her feet free.
As
her hand closed around his weapon, he scrambled over her and locked his grip tightly
about her forearm. Thumbing back the hammer, she spat, “Asshole!” and
squeezed the trigger.
Since
there was no round in the chamber, her efforts produced merely an empty metal
click. “Who’s the asshole, now?” he asked. To prevent her from
racking the slide, he grabbed her left arm and wrenched it down to her
side. Undeterred, she twisted her free arm, flipping the Colt upside
down. Pressing it firmly against the carpet, she shoved forward and his
breath caught as the slide moved an inch.
He
scrambled the rest of the way up her straining body, gliding his hand along a
sleekly muscled forearm until he grasped her wrist. Lifting the Colt away
from the floor, he said, “Let go, Larissa.” When she continued to
struggle, he squeezed, making her grip slacken a bit. “Let go!”
“Screw
you!”
When
he increased the pressure on her wrist, she cried out, “ Ow-w-w-w , you’re hurting me!”
“Then
let go!” Forcing down a pang of guilt, he squeezed a little harder,
forcing her hand to open. The .45 fell the few inches to the carpet and
he quickly gave it a shove, sliding it out of reach. Straddling her, he
rose up on his knees and roughly flipped her onto her back. Seizing the
opportunity, she jerked her knee toward his groin. Anticipating the move,
he twisted sideways and grunted as it slammed into his inner thigh. After
a short struggle, he managed to wedge his legs between hers. As he
lowered himself onto her, he realized that, once again, he had a full
erection.
She
apparently noticed as well, for her eyes widened. “Get off me.”
The
mini blinds cut the late afternoon
protest when he secured her hands and gagged her. He gently brushed a few
stray strands of hair from her face, then cradled her cheek against his
palm. “I’ll be back in a few.”
The
door to the motel office jingled a welcome as he went inside. A
middle-aged, heavy-set woman sat behind the counter. As he filled out the
necessary paperwork, she asked, “Do you and your wife like pizza?”
“Who
doesn’t?”
“The
place across the highway’s real good.”
“Thanks.
We may give them a try.”
The
air inside their allotted room was hot and musty. Switching on the window
unit air conditioner, he returned to the parking lot to unload the van.
Since it was still light, he’d have to remove both the hobble and the gag
before escorting her inside.
After
releasing her, he circled a hand behind her neck and with the other held the
Taser before her face. “I’m going to remove the gag before we go
inside. The very instant you inhale to scream, I’ll Tase you. Then,
as punishment, you’ll wear the gag for the next twenty-four hours. Are
you going to behave?”
Wide-eyed,
she nodded.
He
removed the gag. With one arm anchoring her securely to his side, and the
other holding the Taser against her ribs, he quickly escorted her inside and
locked the door behind them.
Docile
and obedient, she settled onto the edge of the mattress. With the air
conditioner droning ominously in the background, he moved over to the large,
deep-drawered bureau and placed the Taser onto its battered surface. As
he pulled the Colt from the small of his back, swift movement behind him caught
the corner of his eye.
As
he spun around, there was a blur of red-clad leg arcing through the air.
Her bare foot struck his hand and the .45 went flying.
She
dove for the weapon. Launching himself after her, he landed across her
lower legs and snagged a handful of tee shirt. Writhing like a serpent,
she managed to latch onto his belt with her toes and then straightened her
legs, propelling herself forward another half foot across the rust-colored shag
carpeting toward the Colt. His own forward progress thus impeded, he
grasped her ankles and scooted down just far enough to wrench her feet free.
As
her hand closed around his weapon, he scrambled over her and locked his grip tightly
about her forearm. Thumbing back the hammer, she spat, “Asshole!” and
squeezed the trigger.
Since
there was no round in the chamber, her efforts produced merely an empty metal
click. “Who’s the asshole, now?” he asked. To prevent her from
racking the slide, he grabbed her left arm and wrenched it down to her
side. Undeterred, she twisted her free arm, flipping the Colt upside
down. Pressing it firmly against the carpet, she shoved forward and his
breath caught as the slide moved an inch.
He
scrambled the rest of the way up her straining body, gliding his hand along a
sleekly muscled forearm until he grasped her wrist. Lifting the Colt away
from the floor, he said, “Let go, Larissa.” When she continued to
struggle, he squeezed, making her grip slacken a bit. “Let go!”
“Screw
you!”
When
he increased the pressure on her wrist, she cried out, “ Ow-w-w-w , you’re hurting me!”
“Then
let go!” Forcing down a pang of guilt, he squeezed a little harder,
forcing her hand to open. The .45 fell the few inches to the carpet and
he quickly gave it a shove, sliding it out of reach. Straddling her, he
rose up on his knees and roughly flipped her onto her back. Seizing the
opportunity, she jerked her knee toward his groin. Anticipating the move,
he twisted sideways and grunted as it slammed into his inner thigh. After
a short struggle, he managed to wedge his legs between hers. As he
lowered himself onto her, he realized that, once again, he had a full
erection.
She
apparently noticed as well, for her eyes widened. “Get off me.”
The
mini blinds cut the late afternoon
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