Freeing Lana (14 page)

His voice faltered
again. She didn’t know if he was going to be able to say it, she almost hoped
he wouldn’t.

“…and then I did want
to hurt you,” he finally managed. “I wanted to hurt you so bad. But it was
different. I didn’t want to hurt you for you; I wanted to hurt you for me. Oh
Jesus! I think I wanted to kill you last night.”

“Oh Serg…” she started,
unsure if what would come next, wanting to help him, heal him, to take it all
back, but he cut her off again.

“I’m sorry Lana, but I
really think I wanted to kill you.” His voice was coming back to him, and his
tone was lower, almost too quiet to hear as he looked up at her again and went
on.

“When you passed out,
well at least I think you passed out, I thought I had. I thought you were gone,
I mean really, really gone. I came in here and got knife. I was going to cut my
wrists.” Another pause, as he gathered the strength to finish. “But when I went
back into the bedroom, you had moved, not much, but enough that I could see you
were still alive. I checked your pulse to make sure it was true and then I sat
there beside you all night. I couldn’t leave the room. I couldn’t think. I
wanted to call an ambulance, just to be sure, but I didn’t, not because I
thought you were fine, or that I would go to jail, but I was afraid you would
be disappointed in me.”

Lana sat across next to
him, unable to speak. She wanted to tell him she was sorry, that she’d never do
it again, that she was wrong, but she couldn’t even open her lips, much less
form words. There were none. Not for this. So she did the one thing she was
able to do, the one thing she thought he might let her do; she took his hand
and held it while he cried, while she cried.

PART
THREE

Six Months Later…

Chapter Twenty-Seven

1

“I’m
here to see Daniel Morrow.”

“Are
you on his visitor’s list?”

“I
believe I am.”

Lana
Martin had no idea if she was in fact on his visitor’s list or not, but the
letter she had received in the mail indicated that she was. He had been brief
with his short letter. No hello, no apology, just a simple line that told her
she was on the list. Whether the action itself had been borne of arrogance or
some continued intent to inflict pain, she didn’t know any more than she knew
why she was standing here now.

The
uniformed woman behind the glass – most likely bullet proof, she presumed –
only took a second to verify her name and then motioned to a door to Lana’s
right. A low buzzing could immediately be heard, followed by the dull clunk of
the door’s locking mechanism being disengaged. She crossed the short distance
and pulled the door open. It opened into a small room that was cut in half by a
thick glass wall. Every three feet, the wall was sectioned by wooden partitions.
A chair sat between each set of partitions and she could see a phone on either
side of the glass in each section as well. Hollywood had apparently gotten this
visitor’s room right in the movies, because it looked just like the ones she
had seen on television.

There
were seven places for visitor’s to sit with a corresponding chair on the other
side of the glass for the prisoner they were visiting. Two of these sections,
both off to Lana’s left, were already in use. A guard motioned for her to take
the chair directly under the red stenciled 6, one chair from the end. As she
took the chair, she saw why she had not been searched before coming in here as
she had been expecting. There was no slot or opening of any kind in the glass.
The visitors couldn’t pass anything along to the prisoners even if they were
inclined to try. So no cakes with a file inside, no pack of Marlboros or even
so much as a pinup poster of Christy Canyon, the old school porn star could be
given to the prisoners here. And clearly they couldn’t even hear through the
glass, thus the necessity of the phones.

The
separation between her and the man who would be soon sitting across from her and
the safety it implied did little to ease her fears. It wasn’t him she was
afraid of, not in this moment. He had done unthinkable things to her and if
given the chance he would probably do worse, but it wasn’t what she knew he was
capable of that scared her. She was more afraid of why she was here in the
first place. She had asked herself that several times on the drive over, and
again at the building’s front doors, but she still didn’t have an answer for it
and that scared the hell out of her.

Tom
Tinkerton would absolutely flip his lid if he knew she was here. Hell, if he
even knew about the letter, she was certain something most horribly final would
have already happened to the man she was here to see. Tink had that sort of
pull, and she couldn’t fool herself into thinking he wouldn’t kill the man if
he knew he had contacted her at all.

She
glanced back at the door and the guard standing beside it, wondering if there
was still time to just get up and leave. But time wasn’t the issue. She didn’t
want to leave, not yet anyway. And then he was sitting in front of her, inches
away and separated only by a wall of glass. Daniel Morrow, the man who had
reached deep down inside of her and ripped out her very soul. What had
remained, what had been revealed, she still couldn’t fully define or
understand, but when she saw him retrieve the telephone, she did the same and
waited for his voice to come through the line.

“Lana,
I knew you would come.”

That
same smooth voice she had come to loathe while she had been in his captivity
still held within it the same confident undertone she had recognized at the
very beginning. In this setting, with any and all chances of danger absent, it
was as if she was hearing his voice for the first time, and the way her name
rolled off of the tip of his tongue was somehow incredibly alluring. She wanted
to bolt for the door, but she couldn’t move, trapped there in that chair by his
mesmerizing stare.

“I
want you to do something for me,” he said, his penetrating eyes locked on hers.
Was he serious? She wanted to scream at him, tell him he had no right to ask
anything of her. Instead, she continued to sit there in silence, her gaze still
fixed on his. She couldn’t say anything.

“I
want you to slip your hand under the table while no one is watching and touch
yourself.”

She
felt the anger threaten to boil up from inside her, but it was only a threat,
so she tried to make herself feel surprised, but that too was nothing more than
a wasted effort. Had she really expected anything different? Had she really
wanted anything different? She looked down at her hand and then she did feel
genuine surprise. Her hand was slowly moving toward the edge of the table.

“I
have to go,” she managed, without looking up at him.

It
was all she could do to keep from running as she left the room and then crossed
the lobby. Once outside however she broke for her car. Lana dropped her keys
twice before she was able to get the car unlocked. When the door mercifully
closed behind her, she started the engine and took out her phone. Before she
could hit the send button after scrolling down to Tink’s name, her hand was
already between her legs. A low moan escaped her lips as she heard him answer
the call.

“If
you can sneak away for a bit,” she whispered into the phone, “I really need you
inside me right now.”

2

Tink
walked through the front door and was immediately met by the glorious sight of
Lana’s exceptionally naked ass. On the far side of the room, she had bent
herself over the table, with her pants now resting around her ankles. She still
wore the same blouse she had been wearing earlier. In fact, with the exception
of her pants being pulled down, she was still fully dressed. There was no sense
in looking for her panties since that was one particular piece of clothing she
no longer wore. As the door closed behind him, reducing the room’s light to only
what radiated from the candle on one of the end tables, he heard her voice, so
seductive and supplicating.
 

“Please,
Tink, I need it now,” she said in her most demure voice. He took his time
crossing the room, teasing her with his patience.

Finally,
he asked her, “Have you been misbehaving?”

“No,
I swear it; I was just thinking about you,” she said, her voice now moaning
with the desperation that pleased him immensely. He could feel the familiar
stiffening in his jeans as he got closer to her. He let one hand lightly trail
up the inside of one of her thighs before purposely crossed the delicious
expanse of wetness, one finger casually dipping inside of her as it passed.
This mild penetration was met with an emphatic whimper from Lana.

“Did
you like that?”

“Oh,
yes!”

He
pressed himself against her exposed backside, the now solid bulge prodding at
her through his pants. Tink filled one of his hands with her hair, his fingers
curling around the locks of brown beauty as the curls fell between them. His
free hand found the space between his own crotch and her skin easily enough to
navigate and fully inserted his two middle fingers as he pulled back on her
hair. Her response came in a barely recognizable whine.

“Yes,
thank you,” she hissed clumsily.

Tink
pulled forcefully on her hair, straightening her neck to a near ninety degree
angle from the rest of her body. His fingers delved deeper inside her, his
remaining fingers pounding against the side of her opening, threatening to slip
inside the saturated slit as well. His thumb, cocked up in an Arthur
Fonzarelli
gesture of approval, applied gentle pressure to
her anus with each thrust of his hand. That particular opening too was becoming
increasingly willing he noticed
,
should he choose that
path, as Lana began to writhe on the table in front of him.

“I
was a little busy when you called, you know,” he said, hinting at the
imposition her lust had caused.

“I’m
so sorry, Tink,” she claimed. “I just needed you so bad.”

“Then
you shall have me,” he said, “but when I have more time, you will need to
answer for that.”

“Yes!
I will thankfully answer for it, Tink!” She was pushing back against his
intruding fingers with some force now, rocking the sturdy oak dining table on
its legs underneath her.

“Very
well then, so long as you know,” he said pulling her head back so that her back
arched on the table, and removing his sticky fingers from her dripping welcome.
“You may release it.”

Her
trained fingers reached behind her and quickly found his belt, unlatching it
with unflawed precision before pulling the button of his jeans free from its
hold as well. She held one flap of the denim in one hand and with the other
skillfully unzipped his pants. He heard her moan again as one hand wrapped
around his swollen cock, squeezing it roughly before pulling his shorts out and
over its length.

He
took the cuffs from his hip and placed them on her wrists securely. This action
caused her hands to settle in the small of her back, just high enough to put
him out of her reach. He pulled the two flaps of his jeans apart and allowed
the weight of the gun on his belt to succumb to gravity and lower his pants for
him. A swift motion pulled the blue shorts over his buttocks and lowered them
enough to no longer be so much as a mild hindrance.

One
of his hands gripped the short chain between the cuffs and lifted her hands
slightly, causing her to rise to her toes and placing her welcoming entrance at
the perfect height. He stepped forward and inserted himself fully in one
thrust, burying his manhood into her pussy with a wet decisiveness. The wooden
table creaked in protest as he repeatedly slammed himself inside her, his balls
striking against her swollen clit with authority each time.

Euphoric
moans of pleasured pain escaped her with each forceful thrust. As his tempo
increased, her cries mingled into one sustained wail of contented
gratification. As her legs trembled and became unable to support her any
longer, he lowered himself enough to maintain the steady barrage of her
tightening pussy. Her upper body began to convulse and twist to the left as she
reached that point she had so desperately begged him to take her.

As
Lana cried out in ecstatic bliss, her body rocked violently in an unmatchable
rhythm more likened to a seizure brought on by demon possession than anything
else. Tink pulled slowly from her and as his hand wrapped around his shaft,
shot his hot release onto her back, some going far enough to claim ownership of
her blouse, while most of his offering slowly slid down her butt cheeks and in
between them. As she lay there, still quivering, he returned his attire to a
state suitable for a man of the law.

“Thank
you,” she managed, her voice trembling with the aftershocks of the experience.

“You
are most welcome,” he said turning for the door, “but don’t forget, tonight you
must make amends for your timing.”

“I
look forward to it, Tink.”

“As
you most certainly should.”

Tink
locked the door behind him, knowing she wouldn’t be able to recover her
complete faculties for a few minutes. He would have loved to stay and watch
that transformation, since her vulnerability in those moments always thrilled
him. It was during these
just after
orgasm
states that she was the most beautiful, but it was hard to beat the
pure joy he felt when she begged him to take her as she had done today.