Chapter Six
The process of arranging a trans-continental, quasi-emergency flight for an infant was, not surprisingly, rather difficult. Even for a family with considerable means at their disposal, the arrangements still took Manuel nearly a week to finally nail down. He, Lucia and Gabriella had formed a little team, while Santiago handled the business arrangements, in order to find ways to either accomplish the mounds of paperwork required, or find ways around them. All four of the adults in the DeLeon house came to an agreement that keeping little Isidora out of the Official Records as best as possible was the wisest choice for everyone involved.
With the plan in order and everything set to go, Santiago and Gabriella prepared themselves and their daughter to leave just after they had all eaten supper for the evening. Their flight was set to leave at promptly 8PM that evening, and if all went well, they would arrive in Madrid the following evening at roughly 5PM. Gabriella felt a hint of excitement for their flight, as the thought of crossing the Atlantic as one day turned into the next fascinated her, but her worries over their daughter drowned out any thrill she might have enjoyed. Instead, she bustled about making sure Isidora was as content as could be before Manuel packed up the car and drove them to the airport.
There was something to be said for first-class travel, really. Comfort, service, and, most important of all, quiet. The flight was long, lasting a little over 12 solid hours, but otherwise uneventful. Little Isidora spent most of the time sleeping or eating, though she did throw quite a fit during take-off. Thankfully, Santiago had thought ahead, and the entire first-class cabin was empty save for the little family and a single stewardess who came and went every so often.
Despite Isidora’s take-off tantrum, she managed to avoid shifting to her Dragon form and instead opted to scream her head off like an average human baby. The stewardess must have thought Gabriella to be a bit off her rocker, though, considering the look of relief and joy plastered across her face as she attempted to soothe her hysterical infant.
The soft ding that sounded through the cabin when their plane was safe to disembark was one of the most welcoming sounds Gabriella had ever heard in her life. She stood quickly, keeping Isidora nestled close against her chest, waiting for Santiago to pack up his various business papers and come join them. She had a strong need to breathe air that was not pumped in and pressurized.
A little under three hours later and they had gotten through the hassle of customs, slogged their way through the busy streets of Madrid in a taxi cab, and finally settled into their hotel room for the evening. Their plan was to spend the night before catching a private jet, provided by Santiago’s family in Romania, for a final flight of about 3 and a half hours before landing in Romania.
Once they had arrived in their suite, Gabriella went through the process of feeding, changing, and soothing little Isidora to sleep in a bassinet while Santiago placed a dinner order through room service and took a shower. As she settled down on the edge of the lavish, king-sized bed, she cast a look towards the bathroom, listening to the sounds of her husband showering. It had been quite some time since they had last spent some…intimate time together, she thought, and this was a rather rare chance for the two of them to enjoy some much-needed alone time.
She decided to take advantage of her husband’s shower and while he was busy she made herself a bit more…comfortable. Of course, she hadn’t been in much of a mind-frame to think “sexy” while they had been readying and packing for this trip. But she stripped down to her, thankfully, matching bra and panties (a lovely white lace set) and positioned herself as deliciously as possible on the bed. Her long, dark legs draped casually along the bed as she propped herself up on one elbow and worked to fluff out her mass of dark curls. The pure white of her bra and panties contrasted in a stark yet beautiful way against the rich, dark caramel of her skin.
A slight thrill ran through her when the shower shut off and the glass door opened. She listened with anticipation as her husband puttered about in the bathroom for a moment or two before calling to his wife.
“Gabriella?” he said, calling loud enough for her to hear but not so loud as to wake the baby. “Has dinner arrived?”
“Not just yet…” she answered in a softer tone she knew would catch his ear.
They had been married to one another for some time…and such subtleties as the tone of voice could say volumes. Just as Gabriella had expected, her softer tone hit his ear in such a way that he perked right up and poked his head out from within the bathroom. By the look that passed across his face, Gabriella knew she had surprised him in a very good way.
She bit that plump lower lip of hers and pushed herself up with the arm she had been leaning against, giving her husband quite the come-hither look. He did as she silently asked and padded, in nothing but a plush white hotel towel, across the fine hardwood floors towards where she lay on the bed. When he was near, she sat up fully and reached out to slide her hand up along her husband’s bare stomach. His skin was warm, almost hot, to the touch and she smiled.
“You’re warm,” she purred, stating the obvious.
Santiago only smiled before he leaned down to press his lips against hers. She leaned up and tilted her head to meet his kiss with her own, her hand shifting up to his chest and shoulder now. Their kiss deepened, their lips parting as their tongues slipped out to play against one another. Gabriella felt a wash of desire run through her and she drew in a sharp breath, filling herself with the scent of a freshly-scrubbed Santiago.
She moaned softly against his mouth, her hand slipping up around to the back of his neck before she pulled him gently down on top of her. He obliged with no objection, climbing into the bed with her and leaving his towel behind on the floor. She felt him slip one arm around behind her as they both lowered against the comfortable king-sized bed. His other pressed into the mattress beside her, keeping most of his weight from resting directly on top of her. She snaked her other arm around his side, tracing her fingers along the muscles of his back as they kissed.
Never in her life would she tire of kissing her husband. The feel of his lips against her own, the warmth of his breath washing over her and the smell of his skin so close to her own…it was intoxicating, and she was admittedly and happily addicted. She fell deep into their kiss, her hands roaming over every inch of her husband that she could reach. All the while, her lips worked against his… to taste all of him that she could. Eternity could pass as they kissed, and it would have felt like the blink of an eye.
When they finally came up for air, both of their hearts were pounding in time and in sync with one another, and Gabriella could see her own lustful hunger mirrored in her husband’s eyes. She felt a wall break within her and months of pent-up desire for her husband came flooding out without control. She pushed upwards, kissing him hard as she forced him up, a hand gripping his shoulder as she guided him along. With a light shove, she flipped her husband off of her and onto his back in the middle of that massive bed. She licked her lips slowly, her hands moving all across her husband’s stomach and chest as she moved to straddle him at the hips.
Leaning down, she kissed him again…though this time it was brief and feathery. Her lips desired far more than just his mouth now and she quickly moved her kisses to follow the sharp line of his jaw and down along his strong neck. She paused, nuzzling against the warm skin of his neck for a moment before letting her tongue slip out to taste along the line of his muscles. Again, a little moan of happiness slipped out of her, but she could hardly be expected to hold herself back. Santiago was, and always had been, a gorgeous slab of man she had a hard time keeping her hands off of.
He seemed to be enjoying himself, since he had settled back against the pillows of the bed and was more than happy to let his wife run her hands and lips over him all she liked. Gabriella happily obliged and began to kiss and bite lightly at Santiago’s neck before starting a downward slide across his body. Her hands slid along his arms and shoulders as her lips traced across his chest and down his stomach. The further south she trekked, the more tense she felt her husband’s body become…and she grinned with satisfaction over it.
As her lips brushed across his tight abs, she felt a part of him grow harder and rise up to find itself nestled between her breasts. That grin tugged at her lips once again. With a slight shift of her shoulders she pressed her breasts together, effectively capturing her husband’s hard dick within her cleavage. The groaning moan that she heard from him had her grin turning to a smile as she looked up at him with those dark eyes of hers.
Rather than continue to tease him, she chose to get right down to business. She slid her body down those last few inches and brought her lips to the head of Santiago’s solid cock. A gentle kiss was placed there before her tongue snaked out to curl around the head of his dick. She listened to him moan as she closed her eyes, gripping his balls and the base of his dick with one hand while the other slid up along his side and stomach.
Without giving him any hint of warning, she let his cock slide down her throat to the hilt and then quickly back out again. She felt his entire body tense in her grip as he gasped and groaned from her efforts. She continued, her lips dragging along the hard shaft as she slid him in and out of her warm, wet mouth again and again. All the while, her hand gently massaged the handful she held at the base of his cock.
“My god, Gabriella,” Santiago gasped, his head tilted back against the pillows.
She continued in her efforts, her eyes closing as her focus narrowed down to the solid and throbbing dick that filled her throat. Her tongue danced across every inch of him she could reach even as she slid him in and out of her throat…gently sucking here and there as she went. Eventually, it seemed she had brought her husband near to the brink and she felt his hand at the back of her head. His touch was an interesting one. She could tell he was torn between burying himself to the back of her throat until he came…or stopping her now before he reached the point of no return.
She made the choice for him. Slowly, she ended the pleasurable torture of her husband and let his still-solid dick fall from her mouth. Licking her lips, she began to crawl back up along him. Their eyes locked and he gave her a happy little smile…to which she responded with a rather lusty and wicked look of her own. She settled herself on top of him again, her hands pressed against his chest and her thighs against his hips. Slowly, she rotated her hips to grind herself against his hard, and now wet, cock. He moaned happily and smiled up at her, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts through her lacy bra. In a swift motion, she reached up behind herself to unclasp her bra…letting it fall from her shoulders before tossing it aside. Santiago approved of this change in wardrobe, his smile shifting to a grin as he was given free and unfettered access to her supple breasts. He knew to be gentle, as she was still quite tender, but he did so enjoy the way her breasts swelled when she had given birth.
She smiled, biting gently at her lower lip as her hand moved once again. This time, it slipped between her legs where her fingers traced along the shaft of his throbbing manhood before hooking the white lace panties that kept them apart. With a shift of her hips and a little help from her hand, she pulled aside her panties and brought the tip of her husband’s cock against her went and welcoming pussy. Again, she bit her lip, her breath catching in her throat as she brought herself down onto him, burying him as deep within her as she could manage.
They both let loose a gasping moan in near unison at the feel of his cock sliding oh-so-slowly into her. She stayed there a moment, grinding her hips against her husband’s, enjoying the feel of his dick inside of her.
She started slowly. She wanted to enjoy every single inch of him as she fucked him tantalizingly slowly. She couldn’t hold out for long though, and as his hands slid from her breasts down along her sides to her hips, she picked up the pace. Her hands pressed against his chest, gripping at his shoulders as she rode him hard and fast, his cock filling every bit of her with every grind of her hips against him. She felt him pull and push at her hips, adding fuel to the fire and helping her to fuck him all the harder. She did her very best to keep her moans and cries of pleasure quiet…but it was so difficult with the constant pulse of pleasure that rocked through her every time his dick slid up inside of her.
She leaned down towards him, her hands sliding up into his dark hair as her chest pressed against his. She felt his hands slip around from her hips to grab hold of her ass, holding her in place as he thrust his hips upwards again and again to fuck her while she was on top of him. She gasped, burying her face into the muscles of his chest as a small orgasm seemed to burst from between her legs and an uncontrollable moan burst from her lips. This seemed to send Santiago into a more…primal mode.
Shifting his weight somehow, he managed to flip her over onto her side and without letting his cock fall from her, got to his knees and continued to fuck her. Again, she gasped and looked up at him with love and surprise in her eyes. She loved when he took charge of the moment and she loved to watch him while he fucked her. The way his muscles tensed with each thrust of his hips. The way his eyes seemed to flash with a carnal hunger sent a thrill through her she had no words to explain. Santiago was her drug of choice.
She changed positions a number of times, her panties going missing somewhere along the line, their passion and lust for one another never dulling even as the night wore on around them. Gabriella’s body quivered from pleasure. It both begged for mercy and yet ached for more. Glutton for punishment that she was, she only grew more wet for him with each thrust of his cock inside of her.
She shifted to her knees, lowering her chest against the bed as her back arched and her ass rose to meet him. She watched over her shoulder as he licked his lips, his eyes staring hungrily at her ass and pussy as they dripped with anticipation for him. She felt one of his hands grab hold of her ass, gripping her cheek firmly while the other hand slipped between her legs to run teasing fingers from her clit, up along her wet pussy to her tight little asshole. He gently teased her, tickling her ass as his cock throbbed, and pressed its head against her pussy. She bit her lip, waiting for that telltale look to flash in his eyes before he buried himself in her once again.
She cried out softly and then bit her lip as he slid into her warm, wet pussy once again. She would never tire of that feeling until the day she died. She felt him grab hold of her hips as he started to pound her with perfect rhythm. It didn’t take long, nor did it take much at this point, for her body to give in and unleash a full orgasm across her entire body. She shuddered, moaning against the plush blanket as her eyes rolled back and her body flooded with pleasure. Her pussy tightened around her husband’s cock as she came, bathing him in a warm wash of her cum as she gasped and sighed in satisfaction. She could tell that her own orgasm was what pushed him over the edge as well, because she heard him gasp and moan in a slightly different pitch. He also grabbed her hips and held her tight against him as he spent himself inside of her.
Licking her lips, she pushed herself up and leaned her back up against his chest. He kissed her neck, moaning and rumbling as his hands slowly ran across her body. They both gave a collective sigh, which then turned to a soft laugh before they both settled down into the bed and curled up around one another. Santiago pulled the plush covers up over them and planted a tender kiss against her forehead.
“I love you, Gabriella,” he murmured.
“I love you, Santiago,” she responded in turn, a warm and satisfied smile across her face. “More than anything.”
They were quite the cliché sometimes, but Gabriella couldn’t have cared less and quite honestly reveled in it just a bit. How could she not? She truly did believe she had the closest to a perfect husband that any woman could possibly get. Happily, she nestled down against her husband, his arm wrapped about her shoulders and her head against his chest. It took barely a moment for the both of them to fall fast asleep within one another’s arms. For the first time in quite a few weeks, both Gabriella and Santiago were able to sleep deeply and happily. For a moment, their worries seemed to float off in the wind.
*
Crying. She heard crying.
After four children, her instinct to leap from bed the moment the sound of crying hit her ear was strong. Isidora had barely cried out her first full breath and Gabriella had already jumped from the bed. Still very much half-asleep, she slipped into her hotel robe and shuffled through the dark hotel suite from the bedroom out to the living space where little Isidora had been lain to sleep in her bassinet. Gabriella expected to find her darling baby girl wiggling about in her bed, crying and fussing over a full diaper, empty stomach, or both. What she found instead, chilled her blood and froze her body to the very core.
Her daughter, crying and fussing, was being held in the arms of a stranger. A strange and unwelcome man. He stood dressed in dark clothing, yet he wore no mask to hide his face. He took no care to hide the sharp line of his nose or his startlingly blue eyes. He held the baby gently in his arms, as if he cared for her, yet the grin splayed out across his face was one of malice and a dark humor that held Gabriella frozen.
They stood that way for what felt like an eternity to Gabriella. Both locked in a staring contest as little Isidora began to amp up her cries to screams. The anguish in her baby’s yowling broke Gabriella from her fear-induced trance and she took a step forward towards the man, reaching out for her daughter.
“Give me my baby!” she cried, her voice coming out small, cracked and wracked with fear
“Shhh,” the man said, bringing a gloved finger up to his lips as he whispered in an Italian accent. “We don’t want to wake Papa.”
The man continued his grinning as he nodded in the direction of the bedroom. Gabriella drew in a breath and froze once more, her hands clenched at her sides, and then she made the split-second decision to call out for her husband. She refused to let Isidora leave her sight at this point…but she needed her husband.
“Santiago!” she shouted.
His name had barely left her lips and she felt a gloved hand wrap around her face and yank her backwards. She felt herself tumble back against someone’s chest. Whomever it was held her face with a hand over her mouth and the other slipped through both arms at the elbow behind her back, essentially pinning her and silencing her all in one motion. She struggled, her eyes going wide as she attempted to free herself…her head thrashing to try and dislodge her captor’s silencing hand.
Thankfully, her call had been enough to wake her husband, who came rushing into the room, nearly naked save for a pair of hastily pulled on boxer shorts, with a look of concern and confusion on his face. That confusion was quickly replaced by fear as he realized what was going on. Gabriella struggled against the man holding her, trying to pull his hand away from her mouth as her eyes shifted wildly between her husband and their daughter.
She hated seeing Isidora in that stranger’s arms and fought with all of her strength to free herself and save her baby. She saw Santiago move towards the man holding their daughter and felt confident he could and would save Isidora. That slight confidence gave her the strength she needed to break free, though as she struggled and pulled one arm free she saw a horrible scene play out right before her…and there was nothing she could do.
Santiago lunged towards the man holding onto Isidora, but the stranger moved fast as lightning and stepped out of Santiago’s path right in the last moment. Without missing a beat, the man swept out a leg and tripped Santiago at the knees…causing him to go down to the hardwood floor. Gabriella screamed into her captor’s glove over her mouth, clawing at it with her one free hand as she tried to wrench herself away from him. It was all in vain. She had no choice but to watch in horror as the strange, frightening man holding their daughter reared back and planted a swift and strong kick across her husband’s face.
Her husband didn’t give up just yet. Santiago started to get up, groaning and swaying…but still moving. It was the worst thing he could have possibly done. The stranger holding Isidora hauled off and kicked him again in the side of the face, harder this time. Gabriella watched as her husband’s head began to bleed while he lay motionless on the floor. The man who held her daughter smiled, looked up from her unconscious husband, and stared her dead in the eyes with a pure cold-blooded malice she had never seen before. It scared her.
Then, everything went dark.