by Rose Nickol
She settled in for the night and let herself have the crying fit she needed. Pulling herself together, she stripped her clothes off and got ready for a shower.
Chapter Seventeen
“She won’t be sitting for a month of Sundays when I get done with her,” Craig told Evan as he drove. The rain and hail had made them slow down, and he was so pissed he was seeing red. He knew he needed to calm down, but the more he thought about what a stupid, moronic, idiotic fool Rachel was being, it just ramped him up higher.
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?”
“That fucking hurt, you asshole,” she answered.
Pulling his fingers out of her, he gave her five more smacks and flipped her over to sit on his lap.
“This isn’t even the beginning, little lamb. I know Master Evan wants to get home, or we would stay here and finish this.”
Rachel was so mad she sputtered and couldn’t say anything. Struggling, she tried to get loose, but Craig was having no part of it. When she finally found her words, it was not pretty. Somewhere in her head she knew she needed to shut up and shut up now. Her bottom was pleading with her, but she just kept digging herself deeper and deeper.
It took a while, but Craig finally got her calm enough to get dressed and talk reasonably to him.
“I’m so afraid that someone will get hurt,” she sobbed.
“Love, the safest place for you is with me. There are several of us at the club, all former military, and we will all protect you. If Kyle’s house wasn’t a fortress, Jenna would be staying at the club also. Let’s gather your things and go home.”
Still sobbing, Rachel nodded and helped him gather the few things she had. He wrapped his arm firmly around her and walked her out to the parking lot.
Evan was waiting in the truck, and Craig lifted her in. “Wait, my car!” Rachel cried.
“We’ll send someone for it tomorrow. You’re staying with me,” Craig told her firmly.
“But…” Rachel started to say, but one look from Craig and she wisely shut up. He was probably still counting her punishments.
He slid into the truck beside her and lifted one of her legs over his, opening her wide. Slipping his hand inside her jeans, he found her clit and played.
Eventually Rachel fell asleep, and when she woke, Craig was carrying her into the club. “We’re home?” she asked sleepily.
“Yes, love,” he answer
ed, still walking. He carried her into the suite and straight to the bedroom. What a F.U.B.A.R. night. Thank God everything had worked out.
Dave carried Rachel to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. He quickly stripped the clothes off the still sleeping woman before stripping himself.
While he was undressing her, Rachel opened her eyes and smiled at him, then closed them again. She was home.
Craig slipped into the bed beside her and pulled her close. Tomorrow would be soon enough to deal with everything that had happened. Tonight, he just wanted to cuddle with his woman.
Chapter Eighteen
After finishing his dinner, Mike Hawkins took the back way into the motel Rachel Greene was staying at. The bitch’s car was still in the parking lot, so he was confident that revenge was finally his. Going in the back door with the key the cunt at the front desk had thoughtfully provided, he snuck up the stairs to the bitch’s room.
Opening the door with the key, he slammed the door back and forcefully entered the room. Seeing nothing, he checked the small bathroom, and the place was empty. Where could the slut have gone? He waited over an hour, and when she didn’t return, he went down to the front desk to see if he could get any information from the cunt there. Maybe she could entertain him for a few days.
* * * *
Rachel woke the next morning with Craig enveloping her. He had both arms wrapped around her and one leg thrown over both of hers. She tried to get up without waking him, but his hold was so tight that there was no way.
Her squirming woke him, and he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. “And just where do you think you are going?” he asked huskily.
“Bathroom,” she answered.
Rolling out of bed and pulling her with him, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the room.
“I can walk to the bathroom by myself, Craig,” she told him.
“You aren’t going anywhere by yourself for a long, long time, little lamb. Get used to it.” He almost growled at her.
Knowing she was still in trouble from her escapades the night before, Rachel wisely didn’t make a comment. Though she thought several things, she knew better than to say them aloud.
Craig deposited her in the room and left her to do what she needed to. “I’ll be right outside the door,” he told her.
Rachel did what was necessary and decided to take a shower. He could stand out there all day and wait if he wanted to. Starting the water, she adjusted it to her liking and stepped in. She had her back to the shower door and didn’t hear the door open with the water running, so when Craig stepped in, she screamed. Can you say déjà vu?
Turning into his arms, she asked, “Didn’t we do something like this last night?”
“Close, but last night we didn’t have the fun we are going to have now,” he answered her.
He pinched her ass, and she gave a little squeal. They played in the shower until the water cooled, then they both dressed and went to have breakfast.
Sitting at the table and eating, Rachel decided to confront the elephant in the room. “About last night…” she started.
“Later,” was all he said.
“But…” she started again.
“I. Said. Later.” His voice was even more firm.
Well, so much for that, Rachel thought. He’s going to make me stew all day, it sounds like.
Craig knew they needed to discuss the events from the prior evening, but he was so glad Rachel was home and safe that he didn’t want to deal with it. Time enough for that later. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt her to fume for a while, and he needed time to come up with an appropriate punishment. It might be time to do a scene in front of the whole club. Maybe time to get his single tail out also. Rachel always had been a bit of a pain slut.
Chapter Nineteen
True to his word, Craig let Rachel think all day before talking about all that had happened.
When she couldn’t take it anymore, she approached him again. “Master, I really think we need to talk about yesterday.”
“Okay, talk,” he answered her.
“Umm, well, I…” she started.
“Yes, go on,” he said in a flat tone. If she wanted to do this, he wasn’t going to help her.
“Damn it, Craig, you could make this a little easier for me.” She practically screamed, stamping her foot.
“Why, you took off on your own, explain on your own.” He wasn’t mad, but wanted to let her know he wasn’t happy either.
“Well, that’s it, I…I should have thought things out better. But I was trying to keep everyone safe. If the ass-hat is after me when I’m gone, no one here is in danger,” she said quickly.
“And why did you think that was a good idea?” He really wasn’t going to make this easy.
“I guess it wasn’t, thinking back on it. But I had good intentions, doesn’t that count for something?” She looked at him with puppy dog eyes.
Still not giving in, he looked at her blandly and said, “What about you and your safety? Did that factor into your good intentions?”
“I said I didn’t think! Just punish me and get it over with!” She answered him, starting to cry.
Knowing he was getting close to pushing her to her limit, he had to add one more jab. “You think a punishment will solve everything. Spank your ass, and Rachel can do whatever she wants. Right?”
“I know better than that. Hell, I probably won’t sit for a month, but it would be better than the cold shoulder you’ve given me all day.” She was still sobbing.
Pulling her into his lap, he said softly, “a month or two.” Kissing her gently, he told her, “I just want you to feel a little of what I felt when I didn’t know where you were or if you were okay. Thank God Evan activated the tracking on your phone and we could find you. If I lose you, I’ll never recover. You mean the world to me, Rachel. I love you. I’ve never said that to another woman except my mother. Don’t ever do that to me again.”
He took her in a bruising kiss, wanting to leave his mark on her. Picking her up, he carried her to the bedroom and quickly stripped what little clothing she was wearing off, and then stripped himself. His lips only leaving her for a brief minute.
Laying her in the bed, he crawled over her and with one forceful thrust, took her.
He repeated the word “mine” over and over until they both came with an explosive climax.
He rolled to his side and held her tightly. When she caught her breath, she looked up at him and said, “I’m sorry I worried you. I love you. Forgive me,”
“Baby, I will always forgive you. I may get mad, but I’ll never hurt you, and I’ll never leave you. You are my life, my love, my woman. Now rest,” he told her, pulling her closer.
Rachel snuggled closer to Craig. She’d really said it out loud. “I do love him,” she thought. It didn’t matter that he didn’t acknowledge it or react. She had still said it and she did, she did love him. She’d loved him for a long time, she realized.
Pushing back from him so that she could look in his eyes, she smiled and said, “Craig, I love you.”
Smiling back at her, he told her, “I love you too, baby,” and pulled her in for a sweet kiss. Pulling her close to him, he pulled a light blanket over them, and they slept through the night.
Chapter Twenty
Waking the next morning, it was back to reality. Craig had to tell Rachel what Evan had discovered about the cleaning lady and what they had heard happened at the motel.
Her car had been trashed and set on fire. They had also found a body in her car. At first, the police had thought it was Rachel, but when the man they had sent after her car explained, they figured out it was the receptionist from the motel.
Someone had destroyed the room Rachel stayed in, and there was blood everywhere. That blood also belonged to the receptionist. The police didn’t have any leads, but both Craig and Evan suspected Mike Hawkins. The man was more dangerous than they had figured.
Craig sat Rachel down after brea
kfast and explained everything to her. At first, she was in shock. “Do you really think it was him?” she asked in a small voice.
“We don’t know for sure, but since so much violence was centered on your room and your car, I don’t see how it could have just been a random act. Don’t ever do anything that stupid again!” Craig was yelling by the time he finished. Not how he had wanted to deal with this, but he had been so scared for her.
“That poor girl was killed because of me. If I hadn’t been there, she would be fine. This is all my fault.” Rachel was sobbing.
“Rachel, none of this was your fault. You are not responsible for the actions of another person. If it was Hawkins, he did this on his own, not because of anything you did. I don’t want you to feel guilty about this,” he said pulling her into his arms for a tight embrace. “Now, we need to talk about the consequences to your actions the other night.”
Sitting on his lap, she took her bottom lip between her teeth, and said, “Oh,” quietly.
Using his thumb, he pulled her lip away from her teeth and told her, “Lamb, you know I won’t hurt you.”
“Yes, but I know what I did was wrong, and I’m a little scared,” she told him honestly.
“Love, I don’t want you to be scared, so I’m going to tell you what is going to happen. I wouldn’t normally tell you, but because of your history, I’m afraid of triggering a response, and I want you to be somewhat prepared.”
“And the anticipation of what was going to happen wouldn’t hurt either,” he thought.
“We are going to do a public scene in the club Friday night. I put us on the schedule and have reserved one of the main alcoves. I won’t tell you how many you’ll get, but I’ll be using a flogger, a paddle, and my single tail. Do you think you can handle all of that?” He wasn’t going to tell her everything, he wanted to keep part of the scene as a surprise.