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“What
are you doing here?”

It
came out sharper than he had intended, but he had no trouble accepting it as
how it should have sounded, given their history. God, he loved her and all he
wanted was to grab her and never let her go, but she had ripped his heard out
by way of his ass, and he couldn’t forget that. He could see the tears welling
up in her eyes, and while inside it made his heart melt, aching to comfort her,
he said nothing.

“I’m
sorry,” she said, her voice cracking as she spoke, “I’ve been trying to reach
you.”

“Yeah,
I noticed,” he said. Again, his voice was flat, emotionless.

“I
know you hate me, and you have every right, but I was hoping…”

“You
were hoping what exactly?”

“I
need to talk to someone,” she said, pleading. It was rather interesting to see
her like this.

“You
want to talk to someone like me, really?”

“Yes,
I need to speak to someone like you, a friend,” she said.

“Oh,
but Lana,” he said, his voice easily relaying the condescension he intended,
“how in the world would you even know what someone like me is like after all
this time?”

She
stared at him with disbelief and he relished it. A part of him hated this, but
another part, the part he had been working on in preparation for a moment such
as this, perked up and decided to see if the moment had come. He watched her
eyes carefully, looking for any hint of weakness, and when he saw it, he
pounced.

“Look
Lana, I would love to help you, I really would, but I am kind of busy right
now.”

“Please
Serg, I’m desperate,” she pleaded, and he knew she was telling the truth. Good.

“Very
well, Lana let’s see just how desperate you really are, because I don’t really
believe you. You need to talk? Ok, I need a blowjob. Now, are you that
desperate or were you just talking shit?”

Again,
the unbelief was clear in her eyes, and he had no trouble seeing the submission
when it clicked in. She would do what he told her to do. The reason relatively
unimportant at the moment, she was willing to ask how high as soon as he said
jump. It was going to be a good night after all.

“You’re
not serious,” she said, but he could see in her eyes she knew he was as her
eyes darted down to his crotch as she said it.

“You
know I am,” he said confidently. “The only way you get into this apartment
tonight is with your mouth full.”

He
watched her look up and down the hallway and knew that she was already past the
point of accepting his dick in her mouth; she was just uncertain if he was
serious about her doing it out here in the open. He didn’t torture her too long
with that. Besides, eventually someone would poke their head out of their
apartment, so he wanted to get this done quickly. He placed his hand on the top
of her head and guided her to her knees there in the hallway. She took one last
look down the hall and then opened her mouth obediently, taking his offering
into her warm, wet mouth.

Chapter Thirty-Six

1

Daniel
Morrow sat in his darkened cell, trying to wrap his mind around everything that
had happened over the last few days. All of D-Block, as well a large portion of
C-Block had been locked down not long after his return from the hospital, and
since it was still too early for him to sleep, he was left with nothing but his
thoughts to occupy his time. Currently, his thoughts were ranging from absolute
confusion to barely controllable anger.

He
had been trying to write something in his journal, a trick a therapist had
taught him once to help him understand his feelings a little better. That had
been Dr. Angleton, Dr. Laura Angleton as a matter of fact, and while the
journal trick had offered a bit of help at times, especially when he was having
trouble understanding why he was angry when there wasn’t any clear indication
as to why, the thing he remembered most about Dr. Laura Angleton was that she
had a fantastic ass. From his experience, pants suits did not flatter most
women, but she had made that shit work. Then the electricity had been cut and
the place went dark.

Dr.
Angleton’s tight ass in those ridiculous pants suits had worked again at the
time, giving Daniel plenty to think about as he managed to occupy a few minutes
of his time in the dark, but it hadn’t lasted and he was again left with his
thoughts. The only other reprieve during the next several hours was when one of
the guards had stopped and talked briefly with him. Guard Robertson, or Matt as
he let some of the prisoners including Daniel call him, had said the lockdown
had come about because of something that could only be described as absolute
stupidity.

Daniel
had missed dinner while he was gone to the hospital, but the two smaller cell
blocks, C and D had not found any trouble eating without him. The one thing
they did have trouble with however was returning all the silverware after the
meal. The trustees working the kitchen had, as Matt told him, noticed the
absence of five forks after the evening meal. They were pretty sure that they
would be found in C-Block, and that was where the guards were searching now,
but Daniel’s block had been eating at the same time, so they were locked down
as well.

He
could hear the men shouting over in the other cell block as the guards tossed
their cells, and while he didn’t give a shit if they searched his cell, Daniel
hoped they would find the damn things before it was time for the lights to stay
out all night; he really needed to get back to that journal and get some of the
shit in his head down on paper before it was lost for good. His dad had been
proud of him earlier, and he had to admit he was a bit pleased with himself as
well. There was no way he could have imagined Lana and Big Daddy Tink together,
not in a million years, and that had nearly flipped him the fuck out, but he
had kept his shit together, so the way he saw it, Tink owed him one, a damn big
one.

That
was where the confusion had started in his head, his dad bonking the damn clerk
from Wholesale Warehouse, but not long after the lights had gone out, it had
also been the thought that had been threatening to push him over the edge. Just
how long had that shit been going on anyway, and did it have anything to do
with why his dad had actually busted him? Daniel knew if he found out that
fucker had put him back in this infernal place just so he could get his dick
wet, there would be hell to pay; good Ol’ Dad would owe him one bigger than he
could possibly be able to pay off. But he would pay. He could bet his old ass
he would pay if that was true.

Then
there was Lana herself to think about. She had looked fantastic in those damn
buckshot washed Levi’s at the hospital. Dr. Laura Angleton had nothing on her in
that regards. Daniel hadn’t seen a pair of those jeans since his high school
days. The girls would take a brand new pair of Levi’s, hang them on a clothes
line and then shoot them with a .12 gauge, or have the boyfriend do it anyway.
After that, they’d wash them somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty times
before they wore them, letting the umpteen million tiny holes fray to a perfect
trailer park level of trashy. But Daniel couldn’t remember any of the
skanks
at his high school looking as good as Lana in them
though. As his hands went down the front of his unzipped jumpsuit for the
second time since he got back from the hospital, he couldn’t help but wish she
had been wearing those damn pants when he had taken her to his place.

As
he was finishing up – thankfully not before – the lights came back on.
Apparently someone had earned themselves a few weeks in solitary after the
guards had found the forks.
Idiot,
he
thought, why the fuck would you be that stupid when it was just as easy to kill
someone with your bare hands?

Perhaps
it was the euphoric state he found during orgasm or the picture of Lana on her
knees that he had been entertaining at that particular moment, but something
occurred to him, and it lit up brighter than the 40 watt bulb on the ceiling of
his cell that had come on at almost that same precise moment. Maybe Lana had
gone after Tink after she had left his place. After all, there had been moments
when he was certain she had been enjoying herself, though everyone had tried to
convince him he had imagined it. But what if he hadn’t imagined it, what if he
had been right all along and he had been able to free her mind just a bit? She
did come to the prison, and not just once, but twice. Daniel looked at the
journal and smiled. It was going to be a good night. And tomorrow, if he could
get his lawyer to swing by, it just might be even better.

2

“Hush
now,” Sergio told her, “we can talk later, after you’ve earned that right.”

Lana
did as she was told and went back to the task of removing her clothes.
Apparently, just the willingness to do as she was asked in the hallway had been
enough to earn a closed door, and he had brought her inside and allowed her to
finish the blowjob in a more private setting. And while she was grateful for
that, she couldn’t deny the exhilaration that had run through her when she had first
hit her knees in the hallway. She hated to admit it, but it was like with Tink
in the park, only the chance of getting caught had seemed greater and that had
made it…well, it had just about made it perfect.

“You
promise we can talk?”

“Only
if you don’t say another word until I say you can,” he said, acting as though
he might actually yawn right there in front of her.

Lana
wasted no time removing the last of her clothing, and while Sergio tried not to
let it show, she saw the slightest hint of a smile when he saw she wasn’t
wearing panties. Acting as though she might be having some trouble getting her
jeans over one of her feet, she turned just enough so that went she bent
completely to pick them up from the floor, she could see him in the recline
through the space between her legs. She made the motion last as long a she
could without it being too obvious.

Moments
earlier she had been ready to swear an unyielding loyalty to Tink, but the
revelations revealed over the course of the evening had allowed what she saw as
a free pass. Besides, this was her Sergio; she had been afraid he would never
speak to her again, and while he was doing what he could to make this difficult
for her, she was in his apartment now and he wanted her naked. How far he was
going to take this she couldn’t be sure, but at the same time, he had no idea
how much she was suddenly enjoying it.

In
the mind of most, what she was doing was most assuredly wrong, and she made no
efforts to justify it to herself, let alone anyone else, but at the same time
she didn’t feel a need to justify anything to anyone at the moment. And this
was Sergio, she told herself again, turning around to face him now. She followed
his eyes as they worked their way over her body, the body that had once been
his for the taking, and was again if only for tonight. She honestly couldn’t
begin to know where her mind would be once the sun rose again, but tonight it
was right here, right now.

She
couldn’t be certain just how tightly he held onto the grudge he held against
her, or even the darkness at its deepest point, but she was sure she was safe
with him no matter how much she had changed him or how much he had changed
since. She would walk out of here alive in the morning; there was no doubt
about that, but just how uncomfortable that particular walk might be remained
to be seen. She was however certain he had every intention of doing what she
had asked him to do so long ago, to do anything he pleased. She had seen that
in his eyes when he had led her into the apartment. If payback was truly a
bitch like everyone said, Lana was pretty sure that bitch was about to fuck her
mercilessly, and God how she hoped it was so!

“Before
we begin, do you wish to establish a safe word?”

“I
don’t need one with you, Sergio,” she said, her head lowered in respect.

“Call
me Ser,” he said.

“No
Ser, I do not need a safe word; I trust you completely.”

She
could see herself standing on the edge of the abyss she had once feared, once
longed for. During the time they had been apart, she had come to find the
strength in her submission, an absolute joy in her master’s approval. The Sergio
she had known back then had been unwilling to let her get too close to that edge,
afraid he wouldn’t be able to catch her, but the Sergio in front of her now
seemed like he just might be capable of pushing her over that edge.

“Good,”
he said, the confidence in his voice telling her that she was probably right in
her observation of him, “I would like you to get on your hands and knees then.”

Uncertain
exactly which direction he wanted her to face, either toward him or away for
him presenting herself as an offering of flesh, Lana simply knelt in place. In
her mind, if he had wanted her to turn around, he would have instructed her to
do so. And just as he settled into the position, he did instruct her, only not
as she had expected.

“I
would like you to turn sideways, and ease a bit more in this direction,” he
said.

Lana
wasn’t sure which way to turn, so she went in the easiest direction, and as she
glanced toward him to get some idea of just how much closer he wanted her to
get, she saw him raise his feet off of the floor beside her. This was
different, but she had no problem understanding what he intended. She eased
herself to her right, positioning her lower back just under his hovering feet.
Sergio crossed them in the air above her and then let gently lowered them onto
her skin, the soft cotton of his socks cushioning her against the slight weight
his feet presented.