Desecrating Solomon II

by Lucian Bane

  “Yes, please, touch me, touch me!” she cried.

  “I will, God I will. I’m going to touch you and make you burn again.” He lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth, moaning on it while sucking the firm tip between his lips then scraping with his teeth. He liked what that did to her, how she raked her nails on him. Made him dizzy and drunk and free. Free of everything. He swirled his tongue around the firm peak, flicking at the tip then nipping, sucking hard then softly, sliding his mouth back and forth along it.

  “Keep doing it.” She moved his hand between her legs and he lifted his head to see her kicking her bottoms off. At seeing her clit exposed for the first time, heat flooded his cock and mind.

  “So beautiful,” he croaked, wanting to lick her right on it until she broke under his mouth.

  “Touch it there. Please.”

  Being careful to only touch in that spot, he slid the pad of his middle finger softly over it.

  “Solomon!” she gasped. “Solomon.”

  The cry of his name in that way, that weak, aching surrender. God, it burned him. He looked at her face, watching her as he continued to barely stroke the hardened tip. “Tell me what to do,” he whispered leaning and kissing at the edge of her mouth, wanting to hear her talk while she was on fire. He liked her talking to him and telling him what made her burn. He liked hearing the fire in her voice.

  “Touch me on it, oh God, do it. Solomon,” she squirmed, her hands sliding up her body. When her fingers flicked at her nipple a groan shot out of him. “Here too, I need you here.”

  “Show me where Beautiful, hold it for me.” Solomon licked all along her fingers and flicked his tongue on the top of her nipple while he maintained a soft stroke on her clit.

  “Do it! Rub me, rub me. I’m… I need to!”

  “Come Beautiful,” he urged, leaning to kiss her deeply while he wiggled his finger quickly over her clit. She gripped his face and held on tight, crying out in his mouth in frantic gasps as her body shuddered and bucked with her hard climax. “Oh God, so perfect,” he said in her mouth as wave after wave rocked her. “That’s it, take every bit of it. God you have such a pretty pussy, you know that? I want to suck it until you come undone just like this, do you want that?”

  She continued to pant with sounds of shock and astonishment as her orgasm slowly ebbed, reminding him how new this pleasure was to her. It made him want to lavish it on her every waking second of the day. And he would. God help him, he would, he would have that time with her.

  She suddenly pulled him onto her and wrapped her legs around him. Solomon’s cock hardened even as fear made him tense up.

  “Make… love to me,” she begged, like she wasn’t sure if those were the right words.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her while barely rocking his hips against her warmth. “Not yet, not until—”

  “I’m healed, please!” She scratched along his back then butt and his body answered all on its own with a hard roll of his hips. “I promise, I know I don’t deserve it but…” Pain stabbed him at seeing tears fill her eyes. “I have to have you!” she said brokenly.

  He dove on her mouth to silence the lies in her beautiful mind, kissing her deeply while moving the head of his cock along her silk. She gave a small whimper in his mouth and he sucked and licked her pretty lips. “I will make love to you. My wife. Right now, right here.”

  He pulled back and watched her face for signs of pain as he pushed against her entrance. She arched for it in ecstasy, her hot gaze desperate on his. “Yes! I want it, I want it so much Solomon,” she begged, rocking her hips.

  Holding his upper body apart from hers, he looked down between them, guiding himself carefully. He pushed in barely and froze at the sharp cry she gave.

  “Don’t stop,” she thrashed her head and raked one hand along his chest while the other trembled along his face. “I need it so much. I need you deep inside me.”

  He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch before lowering back onto her. Kissing softly at her lips, he pushed in more, catching her cry. She surprised him with a small bite and his body answered with a thrust that buried him inside her.

  God, he’d never heard a more beautiful sound than the cry she gave, nor had he ever felt a more amazing feeling than her fingers on his scalp. Remaining still inside her, their breaths mingled loud and labored as they kissed. “Do it,” she moaned.

  He pulled out carefully and slid back in slowly, moving to suck hard at her neck. “God, yes,” he groaned, his mouth working toward her shoulder. The bite of her nails in his butt drew carnal demands from him. He withdrew slowly and thrust quickly back in, to the hilt this time. He lifted his head and watched her in the throes of desire, her hands on his hips, pushing him out then digging hard to pull him back.

  She drew his own feral hunger with her desperate pace. Solomon gave himself to her need until her moans were constant and no longer delicate. Higher, faster, harder, they echoed each demanding thrust of his cock.

  His orgasm built like a steady tide and again he lifted his upper body and looked between them, watching his cock move in and out of her. The sight brought the unstoppable fire. He thrusted faster and faster until her moans peaked. It was the most perfect thing he’d ever heard. His eyes landed on her beautiful tits, jerking with the pump of his cock. It threw him into an oblivion that gripped his muscles in the most violent orgasm he’d ever had. He barely stifled the sounds pushing at his insides, roaring to be free.

  When the storm ebbed, he finally collapsed half on her where they both gasped for an entire minute. Sweat covered their bodies and their hearts hammered where their chests pressed together.

  Exhausted. Solomon could already feel it in his poor body. He’d pay for this heroic sex-a-thon dearly. He’d probably be back to crippled with pulled muscles everywhere.

  But God, it was worth it. To be perfectly purified and spent from their first lovemaking. He remained inside her, sliding his arms around her body so that he could lie with her without breaking that profound connection.

  “I…”

  He froze in fear, lifting his head. “What’s wrong?”

  “Just need the bathroom.”

  He sagged with a growl of relief as he slowly untangled from her while wondering how she’d do that. He hadn’t much looked at their current home but from what he saw of their room, it likely didn’t get much better. She wrapped herself in a spare sheet and he worried where she might be going.

  “Where is the bathroom?” If it was outside, she definitely wasn’t going.

  “I use a pot in the corner.” Her happy tone said it was one of the best features of their temporary home.

  A pot in the corner. Better than going outside at least. He watched her until all he saw was the movement of the white sheet in the far part of the room. Not the same area she’d gotten the water, like she’d organized things appropriately. He felt like that was a good sign, considering what her state of mind should be with her sick past. Any kind of order had to be a good sign, he hoped.

  Realizing he was staring, he looked away and browsed the dirty walls and dark corners of the room. The longer he stared, he began to make out various globby shapes in the shadows which added to the creep factor now crawling on his skin. What the hell was all that stuff?

  He turned when she was back only to watch her pick up the lantern and head behind him. “Look,” she said in an excited tone.

  Solomon rolled onto his stomach and found her holding something up. His gaze narrowed at the strange looking object.

  “It’s a fly swatter!” she gasped, sounding overjoyed. “And look at this.” She held up an old time black rotary phone, the kind with the straight wire for the cord. She continued showing him things that were clearly treasures to her. “I found seven jars. And look at this!” she said, squealing in delight.

  Solomon strained his eyes to see. “The hell is that?”

  She giggled and hurried over to show him and Solomon jumped when a ful
l set of teeth in a tiny change purse appeared. “Jesus, where did you get that monster?”

  She laughed and hurried it back to its spot. “The mines. The dark man lets me peek around in it.”

  “These mines?” His heart hammered at the danger she might be in. “How do you know it’s safe?”

  “Safe? Why wouldn’t it be?” she asked, sounding curious.

  “Well… for one, they can collapse and… we don’t know if there might be somebody there, somebody looking for us.”

  “Oh no,” she said lightly. “Master doesn’t come to the mines.” She was silent for many seconds, maybe realizing that what she once thought, no longer applied now that she knew he was a liar and the fucking devil himself.

  “That’s quite a collection you’ve found,” he said, not wanting her thinking too hard about it.

  She immediately brightened and completed the tour of random strange objects, all priceless valuables as far as she was concerned. “And look!” she gasped, squatting down to show off a doll that made him cringe. She didn’t seem to notice or care that it looked like a possessed toy from a horror movie. Chaos petted what was left of the nasty thing and it hit him that she’d likely never had a doll.

  “She’s… so lovely,” he said.

  Chaos snickered. “Well, she once was. She once belonged to a little girl that loved her very much. She had a home and a life and they likely played many games together and shared many secrets. I named her Marcy.” She shot a look at Solomon and set her down. “Since I have to call her something and don’t know what her real name is.”

  Solomon’s heart ached at how she explained why she’d chosen that name, not realizing it was naming her at all that was unusual.

  “Come here, Beautiful. I’m cold without you. Come tell me all about your treasures.”

  She looked at her pile long enough to suggest she wasn’t happy with that request. But before he could figure how to remedy, she hurried back and opened her sheet, officially making Solomon forget everything else.

  He welcomed her warm body and covered them both with her sheet even though the air in the room was comfortable. The light cover offered extra security and held their warmth closer.

  She nestled her head against his chest after they worked their limbs until happily nestled. “Do you think… we’ll ever see Possum and Champ again?”

  Her breath warmed him but not as much as the longing in her words did. “I don’t know, Beautiful,” he said, feeling like honesty was best. “We can always get another you know?”

  She drew tiny designs on his chest with the tip of her finger. “Wouldn’t be the same Possum.”

  “No, it wouldn’t,” he murmured, sliding his fingers along a lock of her hair.

  They both drifted off, and he pressed his nose into the warmth of her hair which seemed to set off a series of moaning and pulling at one another in an effort to get even closer. “I love you, Beautiful,” he barely murmured, his breaths evening out and his muscles turning to mush. They’d made love. For the first time. He’d made love to his wife, his sweet, beautiful, broken in a million pieces, wife. Everything felt… complete.

  Chapter Ten

  “Time to be movin,” Jimmy said.

  Joe eyed the black man sitting across from him with one blue-jeaned leg crossed over his knee while he whittled and whittled and whittled.

  “What’s going on?” Joe asked. It was getting real hard to keep the pissed out of his tone. He was antsy, and ready. Ready to be anywhere but in that man’s answerless, witless presence. His mind said he’d been in the dirt den with him for ten years, not ten days.

  “They be comin,” he said lightly.

  Joe froze. “Who be? Who’s coming?”

  “Dem,” he said, his brows raising but his eyes not leaving his secret project.

  Dem. Dem. Joe began to pace as the nervine in his blood went to boiling. “How do you know?”

  “I feels em. In my bones. Just like I do’s when the storms a comin. The colds.”

  “I figured as much,” he muttered, ready to load up with weapons. “How do you think they found us? I told you it wasn’t a good idea to let her run around in the mines, how do you know she didn’t find her way out and get seen?”

  “She ain’t leave no mines, they’s only one way out.”

  “Thankfully she hasn’t gotten lost in them,” Joe muttered, pacing still. The man was sure she was fine, sure everything was fine. Let’s just all sit around and shit sunshine and roses and be infuriatingly calm at all times.

  “She a smart girl.”

  “Smart?”

  He gave a flash of those cold green eyes. “You knoooowd what I means,” he said, his tone low and warning. “She smart wit what she gots and she gots mo den you know.”

  She was smart. Crazy smart. Whatever that meant in these parts, Joe didn’t know and didn’t want to know. He just wanted to know when they could leave the dirt and get out of town. That’s all he wanted to know.

  “So they followed you?”

  Those green eyes slowly rolled up at him with a you really testin my patience look. “The devil done tole em.”

  “So what do we do? That’s all I want to know. I want to know where do we go, what do we do.”

  “You need to wake the boy so’s I can fine that out.”

  “Solomon? How would he know?”

  “He knowd things he don’t realize he knowd. I need to draw it out like bad blood.”

  “What about her?”

  Again he eyed him with a don’t be stupid. “You knowd I ain’t touchin that chile, her mind is dangling on the edge of hell. You saw that yuhself and yous better never,” the black man aimed the whittling knife at him, “do’s anything like that—”

  “I know that!” Joe said. “I told you fifteen times. How was I supposed to know she’d go off that way? I asked her one question!” he hissed.

  “Don’t be fuhgettin ‘zall I’m sayin. She speshul that one. The lawd gots his hands on her. Das the only way she still alive and walked outta that hell.”

  “And Solomon? You gonna tell me yet what you know about him? All this secrecy!” Joe said, keeping his eyes on the man as he paced. “Needs to stop right now. Today. That’s my son, my flesh and blood. Don’t eye me like he ain’t, don’t matter who his real father is. I’m his dad, don’t you think otherwise.”

  “Oh, I donts.”

  Joe went to sit next to the man wanting to shake answers out of him. Ten days and nothing but cryptic garbage, that was all he got. If the man uttered one more satanic riddle he’d grab his nephew and the girl and leave, loaded down with weapons.

  How did he know the black man wasn’t leading the crazy bastards to them? It made no sense for Jimmy to help rescue them and hide them just to turn them in, but just what the hell made any goddamn sense about any of it? It could all be a part of their psychotic sports—cast and reel the human bait, drag them around till they fell apart.

  The black man chuckled.

  “What’s so funny, you got something to share?” Joe spat, ready to kill something. “Something besides your voodoo conundrums?”

  “Ain’t no voodoo allowed in my presence,” he muttered, his tone back to testy.

  Good, he could damn well be testy, Joe didn’t care anymore. He may have cared at one time but with them baboons lurking outside the mines waiting for them, he didn’t give a single drop of beaver ass juice about it.

  Panic shot him out of the chair and he raced to check on Solomon. His breath blasted in the silence as he stared in at the two sleeping lovebirds. He turned and headed back to the main room, telling himself it wasn’t that far-fetched to think somebody might’ve snuck in right under their noses and stolen him. The air in the mine and around it was jam packed with evil and foreboding, he was surprised it hadn’t happened yet.

  Back in the room with Jimmy, he was ready to beg him to talk, say anything. He felt like he was losing his mind and God help him, he couldn’t do that. He looked around, not wa
nting to sit and so he went to his corner of the room and busied himself with the weapons. He felt like a goddamn lab rat in an experiment, repeating a task until he passed the stupid test or died trying.

  “You gone cleans em to deaf.”

  He dropped the clip out of the magnum. “Well, if I don’t do something, I’ll go nuts.”

  He chuckled long and low. “You’s sho in the right place fuh dat.”

  Joe kept reminding himself to be grateful to the man for saving their asses. Joe had been left to find Solomon alone after begging him to help. The only thing he got was “Maybe’s you could check the library bouts the tunnels.”

  Joe had wanted to kill him with his bare hands. Library bouts the tunnels. He’d wasted a whole day searching anything and everything pertaining to tunnels. Nothing except shit to do with mining in the town. Next he tore through book after book, looking for links to the asylum, the church. Nothing. On the fourth day, something told him to focus on the asylum again. And that’s when he found the old schematic of the building. Particularly the railway under it that they used to transport items under its mile long facility. Could that be the tunnels his cryptic friend was talking about?

  Then when he read about the self-sufficiency of the asylum, his suspicions grew. It had its own everything, even crematorium and embalming rooms. Taking a chance, he asked carefully around town, posing as a very distant relative of one of the distinguished asylum doctors he’d read about. That search led him to Mr. Macker, the senile man in the elderly home who harped on and on about tunnels leading to hell in the state’s esteemed hospital for the insane.

  It was only a hunch but it was all Joe had. Once again he’d gone to Jimmy who shockingly responded with, “You gots a plan?”

  And that was it, all of a sudden the strange black man with the eerie green eyes was ready to help. “You’ll needs to go in prepared with weapons. Ready for a war, das the only way.”