Freeing Lana (11 page)

“Thank you,” she said.

CHAPTER
NINETEEN

Sergio put the short story
down on the table when he heard the car stop outside the house. He had read it
more times than he could remember, trying to understand if the open weirdness
in it would explain why she wasn’t home. Her normal voice of love and devotion
had been lost in this one, as she had woven a story with dark, unseen forces
struggling to survive, making them out to be ‘good guys,’ oppressed by the
masses, etc. It made no sense at all. Something was definitely wrong, but he
couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

He got up and crossed
the living room quickly, looking outside to see who was dropping her off, but
it wasn’t her. It was just some ass clown in a Nova who had stopped to let a
cat cross the street. He looked at his watch again. It was almost seven
o’clock. He had to get to the dinner, everyone was expecting their bonus
checks, but where the fuck could she
be
? It wasn’t
like her at all. No note, no Lana.

Sergio returned to his
chair and picked up the papers again. It was ten pages long, more than three
times the usual length, handwritten in what looked like a hurry. She wrote this
all in one sitting, he figured. But try as he might, he still couldn’t make any
sense out of it, or anything else, for that matter. He had to go. He couldn’t
wait any longer. He scribbled a short note on the back of one of her pages and
left it on the table. It told her he had gone to the dinner and that as soon as
she got home to meet him there.

He left the house, and
made his way across town, still unable to shake the feeling something was
wrong. He had felt this way before, and he had been right. As he pulled into
the parking lot of the store, it was clear he was the last one to arrive. The
lot was full. He fumbled for his phone as he got out of the car, knowing it
wouldn’t do any good to call Lana’s phone, since it was lying on the kitchen
counter. She fucking knew better than to leave home without it. He hated to do
it, but he thought it best to call Detective Tinkerton. He was worried, and
Tinkerton knew the history, knew Lana. He would probably be able to convince
him to check around some for him. He turned from his car as he searched his
contacts for the number, but stopped. She was walking toward him.

“My God, where have you
been?” he asked her, wrapping his arms around her. She laughed as she hugged
him back, knowing that he had been worried. Unfortunately, he had been the last
thing on her mind.

“I’m sorry, Sergio,”
she said, really meaning it, “I went for a walk and time just sort of got away
from me.”

“Are you ok?’

“Yea,
of course.
I hope you don’t mind, but when I
realized how late it was, I came straight here, so I’m not really dressed.”

“I’m not worried about
that,” he said, the relief almost overwhelming him. “I was pretty worried.”

“I know; I’m sorry. I
can run home and change if you like.”

“No, you look great no
matter what you have on. It’s already started anyway. Let’s go in; they’re
waiting on us.”

He took her hand and
led her to the door. Aside from the most obvious fear, he had been wondering if
the return to the store had scared her. She hadn’t been back since everything
had happened, and it was only when he got home and found her gone that he
thought she might not been too excited about it at all. She had said it sounded
like fun, that she’d like to see some of her friends she hadn’t seen in a
while, but he had really started questioning that earlier.

“Ready?”

“Getting there,” she
said, smiling at him as she walked past him through the doorway into the
Wholesale Warehouse.

CHAPTER
TWENTY

Tom Tinkerton grabbed a
beer from his refrigerator and leaned against the counter. As he opened it and
took a drink, he got a good look at his reflection in the door of the
microwave. He tipped the can toward his reflection as a toast and took another
drink. Well this day sure as hell took a turn he never could have expected. He
took another drink then opened the refrigerator again. This first one wasn’t
going to last long, he quickly conceded, so he grabbed another and headed for
the living room.

Surely, he was breaking
some sort of law with this, he reasoned. Aside from the obvious lewd acts in
the park, that was definitely illegal, he searched his brain for something
involving the girl’s past, and his connection to it.
Immoral?
Sure.
In bad taste?
Beyond a doubt, but he couldn’t
think of anything actually against the law about what they had done. Sure,
there was always the possibility she would decide it was a bad idea to begin
with. He’d have a hell of a time explaining his semen in her stomach, along
with any minor scratch or bruising on her wrists from the cuffs. There was
always that. Or maybe it was a set up all along. That wasn’t overly farfetched
either.
But actually, legally wrong?
Not really.

He pulled the lever on
his recliner, lifting his feet while kicking his boots off at the same time.
Another drink emptied the first beer. He knew it wouldn’t last. Good thing he
brought another. Who the fuck could have seen this going this way? Sure,
something similar had happened before, but that was fantasy; hell, he’d fucked
that poor girl seven ways to Sunday in his head, but shit, he really never gave
himself a shot at it for real. What a fucking day.

CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE

Lana Martin sat at the
kitchen table listening to the shower run in the other room. Her head was
spinning from everything which she had been through today, and she really
didn’t want to do anything but go to bed. But that wasn’t going to happen and
she knew it. She didn’t know how she was going to do it, but somehow, she was
going to have to get Sergio to understand things were different with her. The
game they played, the roles they had created had been her idea, she knew that,
but they couldn’t survive now. She needed more, and she really didn’t think he
was going to be able to give it to her, so to speak. But he had been so
helpful, so loving, and she did in fact love him, she couldn’t deny that, but
she had to accept who she really was, and so did he.

She found herself
wondering just how much he really didn’t see. He had never asked how she got to
the store earlier, choosing to accept the fact she was there seemingly blindly.
And how could he not know about the mask? How could he not see how far she
wanted, needed him to go when they were fucking. So much farther, past the
point of safe words and restraints, couldn’t he see she wanted to worship him?

Hell, he hadn’t even
thought to question why she had spent the first 20 minutes of the dinner in the
restroom. What was she doing, throwing her panties away because they were still
drenched from the little tryst at the park? Was she brushing her teeth with a
paper towel wrapped around her finger to get the taste of Tink’s load out of
her mouth so she could kiss him without him just flat knowing what she had been
up to? No, he hadn’t asked any of those things, just if she was ok, if she
needed anything. Christ, the beautiful asshole even let her use the shower
first, never questioning when she jumped at the chance.

“I am such a shit,” she
said to herself.

She owed him so much.
The problem was he didn’t seem to want everything she was willing to give him.
That was one big fucking problem as she saw it. All she wanted to do was grow
into what she was, to cast away the boundaries of conformity, though it still
amused her to some degree that her idea of conformity resided within a world of
people most others view as nonconformists. But that didn’t matter. She was just
going to have to talk to him, or show him, something. She loved Sergio, but she
needed him to let her be herself, no matter how much it hurt him to hurt her.

What
about Tink? You forget about that dick in your mouth already?

No, of course she
hadn’t forgotten. How could she? Christ, it had been absolutely wonderful. When
she told him not to ask, he hadn’t hesitated; he just took over. Completely
fucking took over. When he shot his load in her mouth, never asking if it was
ok, she thought her brain was going to orgasm…would that be a brain-gasm?

Well,
he did fuck your head.

Shut up. This was no
time for jokes.Lana heard the shower turn off, and knowing he would be out in a
matter of minutes, she needed to make a decision. Talk to him, and run the risk
of scaring the shit out of him or worse, hurting his feelings, his ego, or
figuring out a way to get him to go past that point he never seemed interested
in going past? Either way, she was running out of time. The one thing she did
know was that something had to change; she couldn’t go back to the mundane, not
now. She only hoped he could understand.

When the bathroom door
opened, and he stepped out of the steam with a towel wrapped around his waist,
she was standing there in front of him. She wrapped her arms around him and
kissed him deeply, burying her tongue in his mouth, pressing her body against
his wet one.

“What’s that for?” he
asked when she broke the kiss.

“For making you worry
so much earlier. I was being selfish.”

“You thinking you need
to be punished, perhaps?”

I’m
thinking I need you to fuck me in my mouth like Tink did, shove your cock so
far up my ass I can taste your balls. I’m thinking I need you to care enough
about me to be yourself for once, your pure, unadulterated self.

“Here’s what I’m
thinking,” she finally said. “I’m thinking I want you to do whatever you want
to do. Spank me if you like, fuck me if you like, whatever, but I want you to
do what you want to do, not what you think I might want you to do.”

“Is that right?” he
asked her, his head tilted slightly to the side, questioning.

“That’s right. There’s
nothing you can do that’ll make me mad, disgusted or anything. I promise you
that. Tonight, it’s about you, whatever you want, anything.”

And there it was; her
cards were on the table. The next move was his, and whatever that move was, it
was completely up to him.

“Why does this scare
me?”

“I don’t know; why does
it scare you?”

She stepped back from
him and began to undress, holding his gaze as best she could, while slowly
losing the silk robe, the night shirt. She watched his eyes as she stood before
him, vulnerable, and with the exception of her panties, naked. His eyes never
left hers as she rubbed her hand slowly between her legs, her tongue licking
her lips in anticipation, in hope. She slid the panties over her hips, letting
them fall to the floor. Stepping out of them with one foot, she kicked them at
him with the other, the black panties striking him softly in the chest before
falling into one his hands. His eyes did fall from her gaze now, drifting to
the cleanly shaven pussy between her legs. She had never shaved it herself. The
only time that particular skin had seen the light of day was when the psycho
had done it at his house. But Sergio didn’t know about that; she had kept it
from him, along with a few other details, the night she masturbated for her
dinner being one, for reasons she still didn’t understand. It wasn’t as bad as
some of the things she had gone through, things he knew about, read in the
newspaper for Christ’s sake. But he had never seen her pussy shaved. The hair
had pretty much grown back by the time she had moved in with him. So he just
stood there, looking at it, a look of bewildered puzzlement on his face.

It was a gutsy move,
bordering on aggressive, something she wasn’t in the mood for, but she took a
couple steps toward him just the same, allowing more of the light from the
bathroom to hit her body. His eyes found hers again and he smiled.

“You like?” she asked,
finding a newfound appreciation for the coyness in her voice. He raised the
panties to his face and inhaled deeply, his eyes still frozen on hers.

“Yes, yes I do.” She
stepped toward him again, pressing her body against his again and burying her
tongue in his mouth. She could feel his dick beginning to stir, not completely
erect just yet, but widening, preparing to stiffen. She gracefully went to her
knees, looking up at him as his eyes followed her down. She loosened the towel
from his waist and let it fall to the floor behind him. Leaning her shoulders
forward, while keeping her head tilted upward, she found the bottom of his ball
sack with the tip of her tongue. As she slid her tongue forward, first up the front
of his sack and then up the bottom side of his ever stiffening rod, she felt
his hand gently stroke its way through her hair.

She opened her mouth as
her tongue came over the tip of his dick and took him inside her, feeling as
much as hearing, the moan from his lips. She rocked forward and back on her
knees, sliding her lips over the length of his shaft. Then, perhaps in some
final plea for him to take control, complete control, she stopped. With the end
of his dick still in her mouth, she sat on her heels and waited.
But not for long.

He reached behind her
head and pulled her forward gently until his balls made contact with her chin.
Then, holding her head in place, he backed out with his hips, and then forward
again. There he goes, she thought. No longer intent to wait for her to please
him, he was pleasing himself. It was a small step, but it was definitely in the
right direction. The speed in his hips increased measurably, though his rhythm
faltered at times as he reached a quick climax. She could feel it coming, and
was ready for it, but at the last second, he stopped short. Grasping his cock
around the base, he slowly pulled it out of her mouth. What the fuck? She
looked at the dick inches from her face in time to see several small drips fall
to the carpet. It appeared to have swollen more than she had seen before, its
head going from red to a deep purplish color, and then she understood. He
wasn’t done at all; he was holding the orgasm back so he could do more.