The Beast
Tabitha Levin © Copyright 2014
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imaginations or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Table of ContentsThe Beast
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
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Chapter 1
I lay quietly in the cheap motel bed waiting for my one night stand to fall into a deep sleep. The trick was to wait until his breath changed from short and shallow, to deep and long. Snoring was a bonus clue, although tonight my chosen lover was quiet and peaceful. It’d been less than twenty minutes ago that he’d closed his eyes and rolled over after our energetic evening.
He’d be sufficiently satisfied of course, I knew how to play my role well. Even I was feeling good and that didn’t always happen - this guy knew how to press the right buttons.
He murmured in his sleep, which meant he was dreaming. It was time to leave.
I glanced at the clock with its fluorescent green numbers that glowed against the wall. Just gone three a.m. The early morning bus out of here came soon, although I didn’t have to hurry. The terminal was only three blocks away. Everything in this small town was only three blocks away.
The motel was your typical roadside cheap dive with twenty small rooms over two levels. Each room consisted of the main sleeping area with a bathroom at the back. It wasn’t the type of place you’d want to spend any time in. It was good for two things only. Sex and sleep.
We were on the bottom at the far end. The room was small and barely fit the double bed and chipped Formica table. There wasn’t even a closet to hang your clothes, just a metal rod that jutted out on the opposite wall with a few twisted hangers. A large window that took up most of the front wall was next to the door. It was the only window in the place, save for a tiny strip of glass in the bathroom. There was no escaping through the bathroom window. I wondered if that was considered a fire hazard.
The room was paid for in advance with cash. You always pay with cash.
It was quiet outside tonight. Even though the motel sat on a busy road at the edge of town, I couldn’t hear many cars going about their business. Everyone was probably asleep. The bar where I’d met this guy had closed two hours ago. Sleepy towns never have much of nightlife. My kind of hunting ground.
I swung my feet out of the bed and got up. The heat in this motel room was on the fritz, leaving it coming and going in short, sharp blasts every so often from the metal box that hung half in, half out of the window buzzing with a low hum. It was enough to keep the room from freezing, but not enough to stop my skin from prickling from the cold. Even so, I didn’t bother to get dressed yet. I had to see how much my haul netted me first.
I tiptoed over to the table where he’d thrown his belongings. His wallet was in the back pocket of his jeans that hung over the only chair in the motel room. I fished it out and opened it, expecting the usual one or two hundred dollars, but it was thick with notes. Mental sums indicated there was at least three thousand dollars here.
Tsk, tsk. Colt, my lover for the evening, had been a bad, bad boy.
I folded the cash over and stashed it in my backpack.
His cell phone was on the table. I’d already seen his pass code to get in, men are sloppy when they are about to get a piece of ass like me. I entered the four numbers and accessed the app I was looking for. It was necessary for me to know where my one night stands were during the getaway period. It made things a lot easier. Eventually they’d find the GPS tracker and delete it, but I was always long gone by then. Once it was set I placed his phone back on the table where I’d found it.
I moved the curtain to the side and peeked out. Colt’s motorcycle was parked outside the motel room. It was sleek and silver with black leather seats. A biker insignia was painted on the side, but he was alone tonight. They don’t always travel in packs, especially when picking up. I was grateful for that.
I wondered if I should take the bike. It would certainly be a faster getaway. My fingers played with the keys on the table as I considered my options. Hell, why not? It’d be better than the bus and much quicker. I wouldn’t keep it forever, of course, I’d leave it somewhere he could find it again. But, taking it would give me an advantage since he couldn’t chase me and get the money back if he didn’t have fast wheels.
He stirred in the bed, groaned and rolled over. Damn it, I was wasting too much time. I opened my backpack and pulled out the spare set of clean underwear I always bought with me on pick up nights. I left the black lace lingerie on the bed so he’d have something to remember me by.
After pulling on a pair of comfortable jeans and a black t-shirt, I stuffed the tight dress and high heels I’d been wearing earlier into my bag. I grabbed a hair tie and pulled my long blonde hair into a ponytail before walking into the bathroom to wash away the thick make-up. Normally I don’t wear make-up, but it was necessary for catching men. I knew how to create smoky eyes that made me look sexy and seductive. Without it, I looked innocent and sweet.
Looks can be deceiving, can’t they?
Once my makeup was off I walked back into the main room. Colt was still asleep as he should be. I sat down on the chair and pulled on my ankle high boots. Comfortable with a low heel. Can’t be wearing anything high when you had to make a run for it.
The neon vacancy sign outside blinked making the motorcycle keys glint in the room’s low light. I scooped them up and they scraped along the table.
Colt stirred and rolled over. “Going somewhere?” He reached over fumbling with the bedside lamp switch until it came on. Damn it.
As the sheet slipped down his body, I took a moment to admire his tight abs and smooth chest with just a hint of hair. He blinked sleepily, his pale blue eyes shining from the light, his short dark hair curling messily over his forehead.
“I’m hungry.” I said. “Just getting something to eat. I’ll be back soon.” I walked over to the bed and kissed him on the cheek as casually as I could.
He reached for my hand, twirling his warm fingers in mine and looking at me more closely. “Awfully dressed up, don’t you think?”
“Oh yeah, it’s cold outside. Don’t want me to freeze do you?”
“There’s a vending machine near the front office. I saw it when we rode up. Grab a packet of crisps for me. Crinkled.”
“Sure, will do.”
He let go of my hand and I turned toward the door. “Wait, I’ll come with you.”
“No need. I’m good.”
He sat up, rubbed his face and then looked me up and down. “Hey, where are you really going?”
He swung his feet onto the threadbare carpeted floor and began to look over at the table at his belongings. He’d see his keys were gone and put two and two together if I didn’t act fast.
I couldn’t have that.
Chapter 2
I teased my fingers down the side of his face, feeling the so
ft stubble, and turned his attention back to me rather than his things. “I’m not only hungry for food.” I leaned forward and kissed him, letting my backpack fall beside me and pushed it to the side so I could grab it quickly when I needed to.
My tongue entered his mouth and his breath quickened. Men were so easy to distract when sex was on offer. I pushed him back on the bed, hearing the old mattress squeak under him as I lifted my t-shirt above my head. While he was distracted looking at my bra covered breasts, I dropped the motorcycle keys, hidden in my t-shirt, on the floor where I could find them again.
Still with my jeans on, I climbed onto the bed and straddled his naked body, running my hand over his chest.
His eyes drank in my neck, my bra, my smooth stomach and he groaned appreciatively even though he’d just devoured every inch of me less than an hour ago. Something I’d enjoyed immensely. And, I had to admit that he was in good shape, much better than the regular suits I targeted. I’d had to sway from my original plan as there had been no suits at the bar tonight, and usually I don’t seduce bikers, but Colt wasn’t your typical biker. He was sweet, charming, and polite, not to mention very easy on the eye. Under the dark clothing, I could see someone who was raised well from a good family. His mama must be so proud.
I reached around my back and unclasped my bra, letting my small pert breasts spring free. He reached up and touched them, caressing his finger over the pink buds that began to harden under his touch. God, he was good with his hands. I almost didn’t want to leave him.
“Wait,” I whispered into his ear. He momentarily looked confused as I stood up by the side of the bed. I pulled the thin leather belt away from my jeans and snapped it in front of him with a loud crack that made him jump. “Ever been tied up?”
“Have you?” He was quick and strong, and pulled me down to the bed until I was laying on my back and he was on top of me. He snatched the belt away from me and lifted my hands above my head, wrapping the strap around my wrists. “The things I could do to you.” I closed my eyes and groaned. In another lifetime, I’d be all over this.
“My turn.” I pulled my arms away before he had a chance to buckle the end. I swayed my hips, kneeling on the side of the bed as I wriggled out of my jeans.
“Nice underwear,” he said, grinning at my cotton comfort pair. A far cry from the sexy lace ones I’d worn earlier.
I took them off too until I was bare and naked in front of him. It was the only pair I’d bought. Next time I’d make sure I packed two spares instead of one. Not that I’d have to go hunting for a while, three grand would keep me and Owen comfortable for quite some time.
I let my hair down, shaking my head so it flowed over my shoulders and down my back. I bit my lip seductively and lowered my lashes in a way that drove men wild.
Crawling back toward him, his body responded immediately, his manhood hardening as I inched closer. I let my hair glide over his skin as I climbed on top of him.
There was no headboard on this motel room bed, and I evaluated my options as I picked up the belt again. A lamp on either side of the bed, secured to the wall by a thin rod might work. He could easily rip it out with force, but I’d have the advantage for a short while.
I wrapped his wrists with the leather belt and lifted his arms, tying him to the lamp. His mouth reaching for my breasts as I leaned over him, his rough tongue lapping at my nipples and sucking them hard.
“Can you get away?” I asked.
He tugged the restraints but it held fast. I smiled and kissed his lips again. His mouth parted, his tongue darting out to taste me. He was a good kisser and I lingered on top of him, pressing my body against his, savoring the way my thighs were responding with a throbbing neediness.
I could have left now, but my desires had other ideas.
I reached behind me, feeling his hard cock between my fingers, letting the velvety head rub against my palm. He moaned into my mouth as I moved my hand up and down the length of him. He was smooth and stiff, his flesh warm and inviting.
Pulling my mouth away from his, I ran my tongue over my lips. “Want me to taste it?” I gave his cock a small squeeze.
He rolled his eyes back in his head and he groaned his answer. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
I swiveled until I was facing it, still on top of him. I bent lower and inched back so my naked sex was teasingly close to his mouth. “Quid pro quo, lover,” I said, as I lowered my lips over the head of his stiff flesh.
His tongue lapped at me as I moved my mouth up and down his length. The salty sweetness of him was intoxicating and I sucked hard. I used my hand to hold him still as I worked him over, pausing only to run my tongue around the length or tease the top.
Part of me wished he wasn’t tied so he could grab my ass and pull my hips closer to his mouth, drinking in more of me. Instead, I pushed back until his tongue had easy reach of my clit, flicking and sucking it. He rolled it around expertly, and I nearly lost focus of my plan and let him go free. The idea of his cock or finger exploring my depths was making me not think straight.
I concentrated on what I was doing instead, how he filled my mouth, small thrusts upward as he strained to increase the friction against my lips.
“Oh god,” I cried out as his tongue plunged into me. I wanted him.
I pulled away and opened the bedside drawer, fumbling for a condom. I hadn’t planned on doing this again, but the way he was making me feel, I had no control. I tore open the packet and rolled the condom down onto his cock. My hand cupped his balls and when he was sheathed, I turned to him again, watching him as I lowered my throbbing body down onto his stiff hardness.
I closed my eyes as I began to ride him, up and down. I gripped my breasts, squeezing my nipples as I raised and lowered myself. I heard him mumble, “Shit, you’re hot.” He wasn’t so bad himself. Pity I’d be gone soon. But not until I’d come first. Not until then.
As my tender flesh began to throb with need, I moved faster. I lowered my hand and used my fingers to rub my clit gently and lovingly. Opening my eyes I looked at him, his face lost in the moment, his eyes glazed as I sank onto him, again and again.
I was about to come. It bubbled up, getting closer and closer, so I rocked harder. I groaned as it approached and then cried out as it took me over, my body trembling as my sex pulsed around his shaft. “Oh, yes, god, yes. Mmmmmm.” I fell forward as he, too, grunted, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Fuck,” he said. “Fuck me.”
I lay on him breathlessly. “I thought I just did.” I smiled and placed a kiss on his sweet lips as I got up. “I’ll be back in a moment.”
“Hurry. Hurry so I can dive my tongue into your hot pussy again. You tasted so good.”
I whimpered and touched his cheek. Damn he was fine.
Flicking the bathroom lights on, I checked myself in the mirror and I cleaned myself up as quickly as I could. My cheeks were still flushed, but I looked okay. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and returned to the room.
Without looking back at him, I quickly dressed, pulling on my jeans, bra, t-shirt and boots.
“Hey, are you going to untie me?” he asked.
“Not yet.” I bent down and picked up my bag and the motorcycle keys.
“Shit. What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’ll leave it somewhere you can find it. I promise.”
“Wait. Fuck. Fuck you.”
I walked over to the table and grabbed his leather jacket. “Can I borrow this? It’s cold outside and I’ll freeze if I ride the bike without it.”
“No. No you fucking can’t.”
I slipped it over my shoulders. “A bit big, but it’ll do.”
“You bitch.”
“You were fun. More fun than I’ve had in a long while.” I blew him a kiss as I walked to the door and opened it. I heard him pull at the lamp on the wall, trying to get himself free as I walked quickly to his bike.
Slinging my backpack over my shoulder I turned the ignition. The vibratio
ns purred under me as the bike came to life. Without looking back, I turned around and sped out of the motel parking lot and onto the main road.
Chapter 3
The centre of the town was three blocks from the motel and I reached the main street with its single row of shops, in less than ten minutes. I scanned up and down the street for a familiar blue mailbox and saw one not far from me. I rode over to it and parked the bike, kicking the stand so it would remain upright.
Unzipping my backpack, I pulled out the roll of cash and one of the pre-stamped envelopes I kept inside. I’d already written the address and recipient before I’d even started tonight’s pick up. I always did. It was addressed to Owen Lockhart, sent by mail in case I couldn’t get home before the cash did. Sometimes the getaway wasn’t always as smooth as I hoped. I straightened the money carefully, took two notes for myself in case I needed extra cash, stuffed them in my back pocket and put the rest in the envelope.
After it was sealed shut, I placed it through the mailbox slot, listening for the thud as it dropped inside. It fell silently which meant the box hadn’t been emptied yet. That was good. I hadn’t missed the night’s collection and Owen might get it as soon as tomorrow.
I looked up and down the street, wondering if I should leave the bike here or ride further on. The town was dark and empty now, save for a few street lamps here and there. Life wouldn’t appear until the morning light and that was still a few hours away.
Colt was hopefully still tied up at the motel. Perhaps he’d freed himself by now, perhaps not. I decided to check his location and opened the tracker app.
“Damn it.”
He was more resourceful than I gave him credit for; he was already free and headed this way, and fast. That meant he’d procured wheels, a car or another bike, and was about to find me if I didn’t haul ass immediately.
I jumped on the bike and cranked the engine on with a twist. The engine roared, the powerful vibrations matching my now beating pulse. I took off at speed and turned up the road heading out of town.
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