Freeing Lana (23 page)

“I
love you, Ser.”

“Completely?”

“Until
the end of time,” she said.

Again
Lana felt that connection between them, the one that required no words, and
would only be cheapened by the very attempt of description. She reached beside
her for the black mask and pulled it slowly over her head, feeling her desire
come alive in the embrace of the total darkness. Her hands clinched at her
sides, the nails digging deeply into her skin as she felt the leather crop
touch between her legs softly, teasingly. Without prompting, Lana became unable
to remain still on the floor in front of him, anxiously anticipating his
merciful touch, longing for his stinging offering of blissful pain.

The
room detonated with a sharp crack as the flat piece of leather connected to the
soft skin just below Lana’s abdomen, sending delightful impulses of liveliness
racing through her body. The swelling skin, the burning sting that would cause
most to go scrambling for safety was nothing but a tease to her. To Lana, it
was as though she had merely caught a fleeting glimpse of the throne created
for her and her alone as she waited to be exalted to her rightful place.

The
second touch from the leather struck her inside her left thigh, no more than
two inches from the warming essence of her seething vitality. Her hands shot
instinctively between her legs, grinding against the wetness her welcoming slit
offered. Lana pulled against her own weight with both hands, lifting herself
slightly before her hands released their hold, only longing for another.

As
her hands found their way up the front of her body, each cupping one of her
breast, squeezing it roughly, she felt the leather strike her skin again, this
time resounding with a muffled report as it arrived directly at the center of
Lana’s lust, causing a surprised cry of a euphoric whimper out of her mouth as
she writhed on the floor begging for more. Her hands found their way to her
sides again, then underneath her. She lifted against her legs, presenting an
open altar to the worshipping hands of her priest. Another smack, harder than
any of its predecessors, struck her, its epicenter just below the swollen lips
of her begging pussy, sending electrical aftershocks coursing through her
again. Lana moaned uncontrollably.

She
felt his hands as they grasped her legs just under her knees, tightening
against her calves as they pushed her legs toward her head. Sergio entered her
quivering slit easily, finding the depth of her passion instantly as his hips
rocked against the underside of her thighs. As he held himself deep inside her,
he released his grip of her legs, allowing them to fall against his shoulders
as his hungry hands found the sides of her neck.

He
pulled back from her slightly and then slammed inside again, his hands
tightening around her neck as his balls crashed heavily against her flesh.
Lana’s body contorted in an almost circular manner as the muscles in her thighs
and stomach began to tighten. She pushed her crotch against his passionately,
while lifting her neck amiably against his hands. He in turn leaned his weight
forward, forcing himself unbelievably deeper inside of her tightening pussy
whole pinning her to the floor by her neck.

As
Sergio’s hips reached a fever pitch, jack-hammering his hard, merciless dick
inside her at a maddening pace, fought against her restricting throat, forcing
the air out of her lungs past his still tightening hands. The blackness swirled
around her inside the hood as her thoughts stopped streaming by in their
previous rush and slowed to a pace akin to a complete stop, floating in front
of her in perfect clarity. She watched in wonder as the thoughts fell apart,
all former pretense and delusion gone, leaving only their simplest core
structure behind, and allowing her to know what they really meant for the first
time.

God
existed inside of her, just as she existed inside of him. Right and wrong were
revealed as mere delusions as Lana witnessed the creation of time itself
folding over an infinite sea of blissful colors, all representatives of her
dreams and emotions. Even Sergio’s presence was barely discernable in the swirl
of orgasmic growth within her awakening soul. The darkness around her began to
fade away leaving an array of shockingly bright colors, and as she felt all the
muscles in her body contract at the same instant, the colors blended into one
that she had never seen. The last thing she thought before the darkness returned
in a decisive flash of a perfect black was that the new color she had seen was
a combination of everything inside her mind and body. That color was her as
seen through the eyes of God.

2

Daniel
Morrow walked through his father’s house unable to hide his amusement at the
reminders that Lana had so recently been there. Tink had gone to his bedroom –
apparently to take a long nap – as soon as he had gotten home and he hadn’t
come out of there since, so Daniel had been left to his own devices as far as entertaining
himself, but that had never really been a problem. Today would prove to be no
exception.

The
television had barked loudly when he turned it on, and while it had been a long
time since he had actually been able to so much as hold a remote control, he
immediately turned it back off, not wanting to disturb Tink. After a few
minutes looking over the book selections on Tink’s shelves – it was a
decisively small selection to choose from, so nothing really jumped out at him
– Daniel made his way into the kitchen.

Frozen
Jimmy Dean breakfast biscuits, complete with sausage and egg would serve nicely
as a passable breakfast, and given his meals had been served in small
quantities for some time, Daniel put the entire package on a cookie sheet in
the oven, flipping the knob to 375 degrees before heading back into the living
room to wait. He opened the curtain, letting in the last of the morning sun,
and stood there soaking it in. He decided that after breakfast, he would take a
long walk, just because he could.

The
time passed quickly as he stared out the window the window that wasn’t
Plexiglass
and wasn’t covered with mire mesh and thick
bars. That fucking bitch was out there in the city somewhere.

“Don’t
worry, little one,” he mumbled under his breath, “I’ll find you eventually.”

The
small biscuits weren’t exactly what he would call “piping hot,” but they were
warm enough and Daniel had no trouble putting them all away quickly. Afterward,
he went to the garage and dragged the boxes out from under Tink’s old work
bench, the one marked
junk.
Apparently
Lana hadn’t made it to the garage much or surely she would have taken a look
inside the boxes and seen that they belonged to him.

Then
garage served double duty, also storing the washer and dryer as well. Daniel
loaded several sets of his old clothes into the washer and while it began its
work he went through the boxes to see which ones he wanted to keep. Aside from
a few small things, there was nothing in the boxes but clothes, but he did run
across his old pocket knife and a few his old steno books. He was surprised
they weren’t locked in an evidence room somewhere downtown, given the dark
nature of some of the writing inside them, but Tink must have managed to take
them out of his house before the place got swarmed by the police. For the next
couple of hours, he went back and forth between the laundry and the books, so by
the time he had finished reading all of his old writing, most of his clothes
were washed and dried. He left them in the garage for the time being, neatly
folded and back in the boxes.

Now
dressed comfortably in an old pair of faded jeans and one of his favorite
t-shirts, he wrote a quick note and left it on the table for Tink telling him
he had borrowed twenty bucks from his wallet and went out to catch a movie. He
might grab burger as well while he was out, he added. Then he left the house
intent to simply enjoy the ability to walk around just as he damned well
pleased. It would be well after dark by the time he made it back to the house,
having really enjoyed himself more than he had anticipated.

3

When
Tink woke up, he spent the first few moments groping around in the completely
darkened bedroom, as concern threatened to spill over into absolute fear of the
unknown. But by the time he found the dresser, recognizing it for what it was
and knowing then
where
he was, the
fear had subsided, replaced by a combination of disappointment and anger. The
remaining pain pills hadn’t been enough to do the job after all and he was
still alive.

He
made his way back to the bed and sat down, rubbing his head with shaking hands.
His body still wanted to sleep as a result of the unsuccessful overdose. That
was fine. After all, what was the hurry? The pistol would still be in the top
of the closet when he woke up, still in the blue shoebox behind the stacks of
old vinyl records that he hadn’t played in years. He fell back on the bed and
was asleep again instantly.

Chapter Forty

1

Lana
drifted in a dreamlike state somewhere between heaven and hell, completely aware
of what was happening, but unable to describe it even to herself. It just felt
right
, completely perfect. Somewhere in
the distance – it could have been light years away as far as she knew – Sergio
had moved down between her legs and was lovingly licking her throbbing pussy,
creating a constant, never ending circuit of pleasure as the nerve endings in
her body rolled together in a wave of blended tingling bliss, repeatedly
sweeping over her.

She
slowly became aware that she had his hair clinched tightly in her hands as she
pulled his face toward her. It was only by brute strength that he was able to
keep himself from being suffocated, but he made neither protest nor effort to
pull away. He simply maintained his proximity as he continued the lavish attention
of her body’s desire. Lana tried to release her hold on him, but found her
hands were cramped, locked in their position.

She
could feel the tip of his tongue as it bathed the outer most area of her labia
before darting quickly, thickly inside of her. As his tongue slowly retreated,
so tantalizingly slowly, he curled it forward, forcing it under her hood and
forcefully pressing against her clit before returning to gentle licking again.
Every pass his tongue caused her legs to tighten further against the sides of
his ears. She had no doubt that even if she had been able to speak, to beg him
to stop, there was no way he could have ever heard it.

She
had no idea how long he had been at this or how long he intended to continue.
The last thing she remembered, he was on top of her, driving his dick inside
her, and then the colors had swirled and there was nothing but pleasure. Some
feeling was beginning to come back to her hands, causing them to ache, but she
still couldn’t release her hold on his hair. She was however finally able to
stop pulling his face into the clutches of her sex. Pain shot down both of her
arms at once in dreadful doses, but with a concentrated effort she was able to
finally push him away slightly.

Sergio
looked up at her, and she saw his was faced glazed over like a cop leaving a
donut shop. He grinned. She managed a weak smile of her own, though her face
was still for the most part locked in a tightened state of passion.

“Would
you like me to stop?”

His
voice was hoarse, the words forcing their way out of his dry throat in a
croaking manner, barely understandable. Jesus, how long had he been there,
worshipping her? Lana managed to nod her head slightly and was grateful to see
him rise to his knees. As her fingers released their grip and his hair pulled
free between them, he rose to his feet and walked toward the kitchen. She
listened with appreciative wonder as he filled a glass of water and drank it
quickly. It was a process he repeated several times before he returned to the
living room with a glass for her in his hand.

It
would be a few minutes before Lana could sit herself up and take the glass from
him. Her own mouth was dry as sand and her throat ached from what she assumed
were countless, guttural screams of ecstatic joy over the course of… well,
however much time had passed. She had finished the water and he had started for
the kitchen to refill it before she dared to make an attempt at speaking.

“Dear
God, what was that?”

Sergio
stopped and turned back toward her, smiling broadly.

“
That
,” he said, emphasizing the word,
“was absolutely beautiful.”

Lana’s
entire body ached. She had to move in careful, short motions as her muscles
threatened to constrict with every movement, a lesson she learned quickly. She
made it to the recliner and propped herself against its side, still sitting
naked on the floor, unable to go much further. Sergio returned and handed her
the refilled glass.

“I’ll
run you a warm bath,” he said, turning on his heels.

“The
hotter the better,” she managed, smiling when he turned back toward her, “I may
be in there a while.”

“Hot
it is then.”

2

Sergio
was glad he had shut the bathroom door after he had helped Lana into the
bathtub, because not long after he had returned to the kitchen intent on
starting an early lunch, there was a knock on the door. He opened the door
slightly and was surprised to see Mel Massey standing there. He had only met
Mel once, but he knew who he was; he was Tink’s partner, and while he had
seemed pleasant enough, Sergio would have happily gone the rest of his life
without ever seeing him or his partner again. Checking over his shoulder
slightly, Sergio opened the door enough to squeeze through it and stepped out
into the hallway.