My Kiddnapper

Chapter 6: My Kidnapper

* Michael's POV *

I continue to drive down the road, I see so many signs for rest stops and hotels and stuff but I wanna keep going. But Rachel wants to stop.

"Michael please etc stop I'm so tired and I know you are too."

She doesn't realize that we are on the run. If we stop someone will notice us and then I'll go to jail and never see her again. I can't let that happen.

"Michael Jackson are you listening to me. I said stop this car so we can rest."

I slam on breaks in the middle of the road and park and just look at her.

She looks back at me with evil eyes, "Now was that so dam hard Michael."

I just shake my head and look across and see a motel.

I drive over, I feel somewhat safe we are far from town, maybe word hasn't traveled this far yet.

We Park and get out, we have no clothes so we're gonna have to go shopping. Luckily the old dude car had over $2,000 in the glove box. So we should be set for a lil while, plus the money I have.

We go inside and I ask for a room, the clerk doesn't really look at us so it's good, we don't have to really hide our faces.

"OK Mr. Umm what's your name?" The clerk lifts his head and asks

I put my head down, "Mr. Johnson, Marcus Johnson. "

"Ok Mr. Johnson, here is your key. Your room is 829."

I smile, how ironic I get a room with my birthday numbers and the first day I met Rachel.

We walk down the walk way to the room. I open the door and let Rachel walk in first.

She turns on the light and examines the room while I shut and lock the door, close the windows, and put a chair behind the door.

I turn around and Rachel is undressing.

"Whoa" echoes my lips.

She takes off her dress and her bra and panties slides off gently.

She walks in the bathroom and runs the water.

She adjust is bending over slow arching her back.

She gets in the shower and lathers her body in soap, this bathroom is getting steamy.

She looks over at me, "Well are you gonna stand there drooling or are you gonna come in??"

I rip all my clothes off, and my dick springs out.

She giggles and continues to wash.

I join her in the shower but try to calm myself down.

But how can you when you ha e a fine piece of work in front of you??

"Michael your poking me." She giggles

"I ain't poking you yet. " I smile

I lather myself with soap and clothes my eyes and start washing my hair and body.

I go under the water and let it wash all the soap off me, I wipe my face and open my eyes to see Rachel looking at me with bed room eyes.

I follow her gaze, she starts at my face then she looks lower to my chest and abs, then down to jr. and her eyes glisten a little.

I can't take this dammit.

I grab her, turn her around and bend her over.

"Michael what are you Ughh" her words stop half way when I enter her slowly but with force.