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  Keeping stout in its mission to chase Mark down, it came back hard, nudging at the back of the pick-up truck, testing Mark's ability to keep the vehicle steady.

  "What are we going to do!" Mia screamed loudly as the SUV rammed into the back of them.

  "Hold on!" Mark yelled back. Mark actually had a plan, one borne from an incident he himself had been involved in earlier that day.

  He pushed down on the accelerator, creating a small gap between himself and the tailing SUV. Then, when there was a tiny bit of breathing room between the two cars, he slammed on the brakes hard.

  The SUV drove full throttle into the back of the pick-up truck. As it did, the grill buckled and crumpled on the heavy metal of the tailgate on the old farm truck. The hood folded in on itself, like tissue paper being wadded into a ball. Mark then hit the accelerator again and took off. He glanced quickly in his rearview mirror and saw that the SUV was dead in the middle of the road. Steam was escaping from the engine, and he saw a man dressed in black slowly emerge from the bent passenger side door of the vehicle.

  "Oh my god!" Mia exclaimed, falling back in the seat. "That was.... that was incredible!" she shrieked in excitement, before calming down. "Is that it? Are we safe?"

  Mark didn't answer. He kept his eyes on the road, both in front and behind. By the looks of it, they were safe for now. Those appeared to be the only two cars sent after them. But to say that they were safe for good would be jumping the gun.

  If Mark was right, he'd bet that the danger had only just begun. No one went to this much trouble and expense just to give up when their captives got away. He was pretty sure they’d be sending reinforcements – and soon. Mark only hoped they had time to get to safety before the thugs caught up to them again.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  As the pick-up truck finally pulled into the roadside hotel, Mia did her best to hide her disdain for the establishment that she and Mark were to be spending the night in. Were it any other circumstance, she would flat out refuse to stay there. The only reason she was agreeing, and there was only one, was that they had no choice. Literally no choice.

  They had nearly been killed less than an hour ago. Indeed, they even had a dead body in the back of the pick-up truck, just to remind them of how close they had been. On top of that Mark needed to rest.

  The hotel was one of those single-story places often seen on the side of highways and back-tracks throughout the country. It was desperately in need of a new paint job, a decade or two in need of a total renovation, and probably should have been torn down long before that even.

  And oh yeah, Mark was the other reason that Mia had relented when he pointed out their accommodation for the night. Mark was... well he was unlike anyone that Mia had every met before. She was used to boys, ones that she could wrap around her finger and manipulate with ease. When she had first met Mark, she assumed him to be of this same caliber. But he wasn't. Not by a long shot.

  As soon as they had woken up from their captivity, he had taken the reins and hadn’t let go. He was strong as steel - pure man, through and through. It was what Mia needed in a situation like this, despite never wanting to admit that to herself.

  "We're staying here?" she asked as the pick-up truck pulled into the lot.

  "Something wrong?" Mark asked. As he did he fixed her with that stare of his and she felt herself melt.

  The old Mia would have argued or tried to make him change his mind. But Mia found herself wanting to impress Mark, or at least not annoy him. When she had first seen him, she thought that he would be so attractive - if it weren't for the fact that he was a bodyguard. Well he had all but shed the bodyguard façade and was quickly looking like that of a hero in her eyes.

  "No, nothing wrong," she said, flashing him a smile and batting her eyelashes. The moment she did, she wished she hadn't. That kind of stuff didn't work on Mark and worse than that, it made her look like a manipulating hussy. Mark was the kind of guy that would demand honesty from his woman.

  The old motel was closed down for the night, the door to the office locked. Mark said he could pick the basic locks on one of the rooms and they’d steal in just to rest for a few hours.

  The room was about as nice as one could expect, considering what the outside was like. It had a clean looking, low slung queen-sized bed and an old TV that might have picked up basic cable. The tired looking bathroom had a small rainforest’s worth of mold growing around the edges of the toilet base, but otherwise the shower looked clean enough.

  "This will be okay for a few hours," Mia said positively as she entered the room.

  "It’s not like there’s a Beverly Wilshire out here in Farmville," Mark sighed.

  "No, seriously," Mia replied in earnest, doing her best to sound positive. "Thanks... it will be fine. Should we try to use the phone to call my mother now?"

  "Oookay..." Mark raised a suspicious eyebrow at her, as if not believing a word she said. "Well then." He fell on the bed, stretching himself across it. "Listen, I've been thinking about this and I don't think we should call anybody."

  "What?" Mia asked. She had been looking forward to calling her mother. It was very unlike her but after Mark pointed out how worried she might be, Mia realized that the harrowing situation they had just been through made her want to……connect with her mother. Even if it was just to hear her voice for a moment...

  "After what happened out there on the highway... these guys aren't messing around. Just because we've lost them, doesn't mean we're safe. In all likelihood they have a plan B and that could involve your mother. They might have her phone tapped. They might even have taken her hostage since we’ve escaped and --"

  "What!" Mia exclaimed. "Hostage! We have to do something. We have to... we have to..." Mia looked at Mark expectedly, as if he might suddenly have the answer. Truth be told, Mia was actually a little shocked by her reaction.

  "There's nothing we can do," Mark said calmly. "The best thing now is to hunker down here for the night and head into D.C. first thing in the morning. If we leave at dawn we can get there by 10am, easily. That gives us hours before the vote discussions get under way, and hours to alert the authorities about Allister The Albino"

  "How can you be so calm?" Mia asked. Indeed, Mark was the picture of levelheadedness. He didn't seem phased at all by what was going on. Mia felt like she needed to keep checking over her shoulder, like at any minute a bogeyman would jump out and grab her. She had never experienced such a dramatic filled couple of days in her life.

  "Panicking never helps. I think we need to figure out what their next move will be. After a couple hours of rest, we can make it to D.C. and turn this over to law enforcement.”

  The next second he was on his feet, ordering Mia to stay put while he went and looked around a bit.

  And Mia, with her new-found respect for Mark, did just that. She didn't once argue.

  --

  Mia was attempting to wash herself when Mark came back twenty minutes later. She had dirt and grime embedded in every pore, and her hair felt wild and unkempt from the abduction, and the subsequent car chase.

  She had removed her sundress and was using the soap and tissue sized face cloth that had been hanging beside the sink to wash her face and body. She was still too jumpy to remove all of her clothes and get in the shower – too many horror movie shower scenes kept popping into her mind.

  The moment she heard the door open she turned the water off and quickly dried her body as well as she could with the thin towel that hung on the rack. Mark call out to her while she was throwing her dress back on. She rushed out of the room while still buttoning it up to make sure he was okay and that Allister hadn’t caught up to them.

  Mia wasn't necessarily body shy. In fact, she was aware of how attractive she was. But she also wasn't used to being around men like Mark. Who knew what kind of women he was used to or had had in the past? By the looks of him, they would all be spectacular.

  Mark was slipping his jacket off when she walked in. He loo
ked at her buttoning her sundress and paused. She couldn’t be sure, but she thought maybe his eyes lingered for a second more than they needed to. Then, as if catching himself, he quickly looked away and grabbed a couple bags of chips and some granola bars that he had thrown on the small table.

  “Here,” he said, handing her one of each. “I was able to use my stellar B&E skills to liberate these snacks from the snack machine outside. Unfortunately, we’ll have to make do with this stuff until tomorrow morning when we get to D.C.”

  "Oh... thanks!" she said enthusiastically. She wasn't that enthusiastic about the idea of eating snack machine food, but again she wanted to seem positive for Mark. He grinned at her response, turning back to the food.

  As he did that, she finished buttoning her dress. The moment she was done, Mark snatched the towel from her hand.

  "I suppose this is the only one?" he asked, holding the wet towel up.

  "Sorry," she said, meaning it. "I didn't stop to think --"

  "Don't worry about it. You are technically my boss," he joked. Then he started to lift his shirt over his head. He gripped the base of it, sliding it slowly up his tight body.

  For a moment, all Mia could do was stare. So that was another difference between Mark and the guys she was usually with. Mark actually looked like a man should look. Actually, she thought wryly, Mark looked the way a god should look. As time stood still for Mia, Mark paused, catching her stare as it traveled slowly from the broad expanse of his shoulders, across his pecs, and down over his six-pack. His chiseled abs tightened as her stare focused on them and then his bulging chest. Once it was off, he slowly let the shirt fall to the floor.

  Mia was more than aware of the way that she was staring, but she didn't even care. He was just so damn sexy. It was as if he had been purposefully sculpted from her own machinations. As if he were made for fulfill her every dream. She felt her breath catch and her heart beat speed up.

  "I'll be back," he said roughly, turning and heading into the shower. Again, it may have been said in innocence, but to Mia, it was as if he was daring her to follow.

  Once the door to the bathroom was closed, and she heard the water running, Mia allowed herself to relax. But barely. She sat on the edge of the bed, that image of Mark, burned into her brain. She wanted nothing more than to have him, now. And if it were any other guy that she was used to, she simply would. She would walk into the bathroom and take him. But Mark was different. He was so much more dominant. Would he allow such behavior?

  She sat there, on the bed, listening to the water run. She imagined it, soaking his body as he scrubbed himself clean. The soap, creeping down his torso and thighs as he rubbed himself in the steaming hot water. She could feel herself getting turned on too, literally dampening with desire.

  By the time the water turned off and she heard him moving around in the bathroom, probably patting down his naked torso with the towel, she had made up her mind. Mia was a strong woman. She always had been. She was going to have Mark tonight, whether he liked it or not.

  "You're right," Mark said as he opened the door. "This towel is useless." Steam billowed out behind Mark as he walked into the bedroom. He was only wearing the towel, wrapped tightly around his waist.

  Wordlessly, Mia up stood from the bed and walked right up to Mark. She tentatively ran her hands lightly up his chest and over his broad shoulders. Then she slowly stood on her tiptoes, raising her head up to him. Her hands wound around his head, her fingers threading deeply into his soft thick hair. She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him softly. Since he didn’t shrug her off, she got braver and opened her mouth so that her tongue could lick along his lower lip, drawing his taste into her.

  Mark froze. There were very few moments in his adult life where he was unsure about his next action, but this was one of them. His mind immediately flashed on how he could not follow his dick on this one. This was work. And although Mia had become more and more tempting, he was NOT supposed to fuck clients. He was pretty sure that was a hard and fast rule. Then he felt her tongue shyly lick along his lip and he was lost. A surge of lust so strong it left him dizzy slammed into him. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her so he could take full advantage of her open lips. He buried one fist in her hair and tilted her head to the side so he could taste her, a growl escaping as he slipped his tongue in her mouth.

  Instinctively, she reached down to wrap her hand around his throbbing member, only to have him grab her by the wrist and stop her. She looked up at him curiously. He narrowed his eyes at her, looking almost angry. Mia briefly wondered if this was the real Mark, the one not covered up by the professionalism of the bodyguard.

  The moment was filled with sexual tension, and then in one quick movement, he spun Mia around and pushed her forward. She stumbled a bit, only managing to keep her balance by placing her hands flat on the bed. The moment she found herself in this position, she felt Mark step into her. He pressed himself up against her propped up butt and wrapped his hands around her hips.

  He bent forward. "You were very bad, Mia," Mark whispered into Mia's ear.

  She shivered at the feel of his warm breath on her neck.

  "You need to start listening to me if I’m going to keep you safe. That means no more running away,” Mark slowly ran his hands over the curve of her ass as he spoke. “You put yourself in danger. And because of that, I think I’m going to have to punish you."

  "Wha….how?" Mia managed, stumbling over her words. She was so caught off guard by Mark's firm hand that she didn't know how to respond. But her body knew, apparently. Her pussy started to spasm, anticipating whatever it was Mark was going to do to her.

  Mark didn't speak, but instead acted. No sooner had the words left her lips than Mia felt a fire spread across her butt cheek as Mark spanked her. And again. She let off a yelp from the first, but a moan from the second. She was wearing her sun dress and before she knew it, it was hoisted up around her waist, with her panties dropped by her ankles.

  "Do you need another lesson?" Mark growled. She could feel his cock, wedged in between her butt cheeks. It throbbed as she bobbed up and down.

  "Please," she begged.

  And then it began.

  Mark pushed Mia further forward, forcing her to crawl onto her knees. He followed, keeping himself bent over her. As soon as she was on the bed, he spanked her again. Harder this time, drawing another moan from her.

  Her ran his hand up her thigh. Softly, barely grazing it. Goose bumps broke out over her flesh as she began to shake. She poked her butt up further, pressing it into Mark. She wanted him to take her here and now. But he wasn't going to. He was going to make her beg.

  His hand moved from inside her thigh, working its way toward her pussy. She could feel herself already soaking wet. And as his hand stroked the outside of her lips, her legs almost collapsed beneath her. But she stayed strong. She kept herself propped up, ready for him. But it was too soon.

  Mark plunged his fingers into her, spreading apart her lips. She moaned and asked for more. He obliged. His fingers traced the outside of her lips, pinching her clit and then diving back inside of her. He stroked his finger in her, pulled it out, pinched her clit again and then pushed himself back into her.

  As he did all this, he spanked her with his free hand. She tried to reach back to grab his cock, but he stopped her. She was his for the night and she would do what he wanted.

  It seemed like forever, Mark pleasuring her with his fingers but nothing more. Taking her higher and higher, building up her passion to an explosive level. Everything in her was wound tightly, coiled like a spring, centered on achieving that glorious explosion. And every moment that passed, she could feel herself coming closer and closer to orgasm, but whenever it was almost within reach, Mark would pull back, as if he could sense that moment, could read her like a book. This happened so many times that she was close to begging, close to demanding that he fuck her right now.

  Then without warning, just before she felt like
she would lose her mind it her didn’t give her what she needed, Mia felt Mark's fingers pull from inside her. She felt his body shift as he straightened himself up. His hands gripped her ass hard as he steadied her. And finally, she felt his huge erection push itself against her lips and plunge itself deep inside her.

  She let off a long moan as her pussy opened up and swallowed him, gripping him with a fervency that showed how close she was to coming apart. She buried her head into the bed and screamed as he slowly inched into her. He was bigger than anyone she had had before. The stretch was a delicious burn that made her whole body writhe, shot sensation through her clit, and she moaned aloud at the glorious sensations.

  “Yes….Mark….god you feel so good,” Mia cried. A moment later, after he slowly sunk into her inch by inch, she felt the base of his cock pressed up against her.

  He paused for a moment, straining to get even deeper, his body tight and his head thrown back. “Fuck, Mia, you’re fucking beautiful,” he groaned. He slowly rubbed his hand gently over her red ass. The soft pressure on top of the burning sting made her cry out and grip the sheets harder. Her pussy clenched hard, drawing another groan from Mark.