A Dark Beginning: A China Dark Novel (10 page)

Her first kiss with Mark had sent a wave of sensations through her body and mind. This was the first time she had kissed anyone other than Philip since they had married. Unless she counted the drunken, numbed, and instantly regretted mistletoe encounter she had had with Oliver, the hunk from the post room, at a Christmas party some years back. She briefly wondered if that momentary lapse of judgement was in fact the harbinger of things to come, her repressed desire to stray briefly breaking the otherwise prim and proper surface. Maybe one man was never going to be enough for her. That drunken kiss wasn’t in the same league as this though and now she felt gloriously alive.

The next kiss with Mark was gentler. They came together in hesitating, delicious slow motion, lips barely touching at first, both relishing the tickly sensation of restrained contact. Their lips brushed lightly and parted, dipped and touched. China flicked out the tip of her tongue to tease Mark’s upper lip, and he reciprocated. A twitch of a smile and the kiss felt different again. Noses touched and then moved aside to accommodate another melding of mouths in a languid mutual massage of passion. China shut her eyes and felt the warmth of contact blossom across her flesh. Their bodies were pressed together, his bending over her in a protective embrace. She could feel the immense strength in him, a wonderful, stimulating solidity. Yielding stone. She thrilled at the fact that she was going to use him to satisfy her primitive needs. There was something exhilarating about the thought of sex without love with this magnificent man. Is this how men felt when they had affairs, she wondered. If so, she could understand why it was so potent and addictive and men became serial cheaters. The feeling was intoxicatingly terrifying and wonderful at the same time.

They broke reluctantly away from the second kiss to look for a moment into each others eyes, then dipped back for further contact multiple times before moving apart to look into each other’s faces again.

China reached forward and grasped Mark’s t-shirt, tugging bit upwards. “I want to see you naked,” she said. “You’ve already seen me.”

“Not naked I haven’t,” he said. “Well, not completely anyway.”

She laughed. “Patience. You first.”

He helped her pull the t-shirt off over his head. She admired his body. He was an Adonis. His muscles were large but perfectly proportioned, and the lack of body fat meant he was beautifully ripped. His six-pack was even and there was a tracery of dark hair in a perfect cross on his chest and stomach. China reached tentatively out and stroked her slender fingers across his chest, hesitating at his nipples, then moving down the rock-hard ridges of his stomach. When her hand reached the top of his jeans, her fingers hooked into the waist and tugged slightly. The jeans slipped down and snagged on his hip. China undid the button on his jeans, and pulled the zipper down partly. As she did this her mind thrilled to the fact that the back of her hands brushed against a hot hardness and it twitched in response against the stretched fabric of his underwear.

Once the button and zipper were undone, his jeans fell to the floor in a heap. His legs were as tightly muscled as his torso, China noticed. “Come on. Everything,” she said. She loved giving him instructions, the sensation of power.

Totally unselfconsciously Mark pulled down his underpants and stepped out of his clothes. He stood there completely naked before her, arms relaxed at his side, a Greek statue, supremely confident. Her eyes lingered on every inch of his body. Even his proudly erect cock was beautiful. She had never thought of cocks as beautiful before, considering them ugly but useful appendages, but his was stunning. It arced away from his balls, reaching up to his belly button. He was circumcised, so the veined contours looked like a sculpted dildo she had seen once on the Internet. The image of a perfect cock. More than anything else in the world at this moment she wanted him inside her, though there was a very real fear that he would hurt her. It was so much larger than Philip’s. She knew enough about her own physiology to realize that she would stretch to accommodate, but that didn’t stop her worrying about the associated pain with such stretching. And that thought of pain also excited her. The phrase, no pleasure without pain, had never seemed so appropriate.

“Now your turn. When you’ve quite finished ogling me.”

“When I’m good and ready, slave,” she said. “You just wait while I try and decide if you’ll do.” A wicked smile crossed her face as she continued to admire his body. The feeling of power, as she stood fully clothed in front of this naked god, was intoxicating. He was hers, to do with as she wished. She knew that she could get him to do anything she desired, with just a word. She had never felt so alive, so in control, so sexual.

After taking a few more moments to devour his hard body with her hungry gaze, she slowly reached behind to unzip her skirt. When that fell to the floor, she took off her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. Her eyes never left his while she undressed. She could see that he was watching her hands closely, relishing every new reveal of flesh that resulted. When she was standing there in just her knickers and bra she hesitated, teasing him. He looked at her pleading.

“You’ve seen these before though,” she said as her hands cupped her bra.

He whimpered which made her laugh. She’d never actually heard a man whimper like a puppy before. The fact that she could make a man do this with just a few words and her body boosted her confidence as much as it amused her. She reached behind, quickly undoing her bra and letting it fall off her shoulders to join the other discarded clothes. She smiled approvingly as she noticed his cock twitch and grow a little longer and harder, even though she would not have believed that physically possible. She was now down to just her knickers. She couldn’t remember the last time she had taken her knickers off for any man other than Philip and this thought made her pause again. She knew Mark would think she was teasing him some more, and he smiled patiently, staring intently at the remaining underwear. She nodded as her mind was made up and she pushed the lacy knickers slowly down her thighs, over her knees and calves. Now she was naked too, and a cool breeze from the open window made goose bumps rise on her skin. Mark was mesmerized, he couldn’t take his ravenous eyes off her pussy.

“You really are perfect,” he said. She was glad that she kept the hair on a certain part of her body neatly trimmed.

Neither of them wanted to break the spell at first. Both were enjoying the sheer pleasure of the sight of the other’s naked body. But China was here for a purpose so she took charge.

“Get on the bed,” she whispered. He obeyed without a word, laying flat in the middle of the neatly made bed. His erection stood proud of his body. China walked over next to the bed and traced her left hand up Mark’s leg, along his muscular thigh, past his hip, (at this point Mark gasped, the proximity of her hand to his hardness almost impossible to bear), up his torso and onto his chest. Leaning her weight on his ribcage, she straddled him, planting her damp pussy on his stomach. She could feel the ridged hardness of his stomach, and the small rough hairs, on her sensitive, exposed flesh. She shuffled back until she could feel the hard tip of him pressing against the upper part of her buttocks. He gasped at the contact and she stopped moving, afraid he would come too soon. The very fact that she actually considered this a strong possibility was another moment of triumph. Premature ejaculation may not be particularly desirable but it was certainly proof of her irresistible allure.

She wriggled backwards a little more and he looked strained as she was using her weight to bend his cock down against its natural, engorged position. She could feel the surface of the hard rod of flesh drag and press against her bum crack, and when the wet flesh of her pussy met his hard and hairy pubis she almost came herself, so had to stop again. They both breathed heavily, staring intently into each other’s eyes.

More carefully now, she edged back and lifted her lower body enough to let his cock spring back upright. A sharp intake of breath from them both accompanied the meeting of flesh again. He glided inside her easier than she thought. She was now so slippery that there was no real pain yet, just an extended and satisfying awareness of his body occupying hers, permeating her physically as well as emotionally. The sense of being filled extended beyond her groin and through her whole body. Neither of them moved at first. China just wanted to enjoy the completely new sensation of being crammed full and stretched. When she did start to rock, ever so slowly, there was a welcome pain that made her cry out for a brief moment. The deeper penetrations reached parts that were unused to contact. But with each new movement her body stretched and moulded to his, accommodating him inside and out. Her breasts were pressed hard against his hairy chest, her delicate nipples lightly scratched and wonderfully tickled by his hair.

She moved her hips slowly and with exaggerated rotation, relishing the sensations as his rod slipped in and out of her. She flexed her pelvis, drawing him in, sucking his flesh into the depths of her body and soul, pulling him into the very centre of her being. She bit down on his neck. She wanted to be a vampire, a succubus, draining this helpless young man of his sex, driving him to a madness of lust. She contracted and pulled hard, drawing his flesh further in, until she heard him cry out in pain and ecstasy. A charged twitching of flesh and a deeply felt flush of warmth followed as Mark arched his back to press painfully upwards, reaching ever new depths and flooding his essence into her womb. The pulsing of his cock against the gripping walls of her pussy pushed her over the edge and a quiver of electric sparks and rippling waves of heat and cold washed out from her pussy, head and nipples, taking over her body. Her stomach muscles contracted hard, uncontrolled, and her thigh muscles tensed. She arched her own back, trying to hold her breath to contain the moment just a moment or two longer, trying to freeze this molten moment, but her body shook and her muscles pulsed. Inevitably, all too soon, an almost painful cresting of released tension burst through her and she threw her head back and cried out loudly, tears coursing down her cheeks. She fell forward shivering, lips pressed to his chest, gasping for breath.

China was late back to work that afternoon. She was acutely aware that she smelt of sex. The aroma assaulted her nose, a heady mix of Mark’s sweat and aftershave, and her own rampant hormones. Although she had taken a quick shower at Mark’s flat she hadn’t used much soap, as that would have given the game away completely. But she had underestimated the lingering fragrance of her fervent encounter. She kept glancing guiltily around, suspecting that all of her colleagues would work out what she had been up to that lunchtime. But no one said anything, and no one gave any impression that they were aware of any illicit activity on her part. She worked late that evening, well after most of the others had gone home, to make up for her extended lunchtime. How many different shades of guilt would she have to deal with?

When she arrived home it was much later than normal and Philip was sitting watching television in the front room. “Hard day?” he said looking up at her in the doorway.

She found hidden meaning in the question and nearly blushed. “You have no idea. Very stressful.”

“Poor you,” he said. “ He works you too hard.”

“I think you’re right.”

“You should ask for a raise.”

China wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep up this conversation without breaking down. Every statement Philip made was redolent with hidden meaning, and a stark reminder of her passionate lunchtime assignation.

“I need a bath,” she said and quickly went upstairs.

When she had settled her aching body into the luxuriant bubbles, the hot water made her private parts burn. She was sore down there from the recent activity. She sighed as the water scalded her skin in a deeply purgative way. An absolution through painful submission. A self-flagellation that was an integrated part of the guilt process of her Catholic past.

She shut her eyes and sighed again.

“Will this help,” Philip’s voice intruded on her relaxation and she felt an inexplicable anger rising. Why couldn’t he just leave her alone for ten minutes to sort her thoughts out?

When she opened her eyes she saw he was holding out a full glass of blood red Rioja. Instantly she felt bad. He didn’t know how her day had gone. How could he? He was just being considerate. She calmed down and reached a soapy arm out of the bubbles to take the glass. “Thank you love.”

She sipped the rich liquid, a perfect temperature and perfectly suited to a hot bath time wallow of the body and mind. She could detect the rich warmth of the spicy oak and a delicately sweet fruit. The edginess imbued by the wine’s spiciness was a fine counterpoint to her day. She loved how Philip could read her mood so well and always knew which wine to serve her. He was an amazing, caring husband. So, why did she need to seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere?

She knew that whatever she sought from Mark she could have asked for from Philip. But it wouldn’t have been the same. The familiarity of years of marriage just did not carry the edge that a new encounter could. She knew that now. Plus there was the illicit thrill delivered by a forbidden congress outside of that marriage, so wrong, so against her upbringing, so against the norms set by society, it crouched and beckoned, as enticing as an illegal drug. Yet if she remained in love with Philip, and he was never hurt by her activities, why was it so wrong? If no one was hurt, it would be fine to continue. She was worried whether or not she could cope with this complicated set of circumstances, but that was her issue to deal with and decide upon. Mark seemed happy, damned happy going by the soppy grin on his face after she kissed him goodbye at his flat earlier, so that was good. And Philip was blissfully ignorant, and even if he did ever find out she would state, with some honesty, that she was only following his direction, pampering to his fantasy. She was doing it all for him. After all, he had been begging her to have sex with other men for years. Whilst she had always believed that this was just a fantasy of his, the reality of which he wouldn’t be able to cope with, there was enough of a germ of complicity there to assuage her of all of the blame.

“Did your lover enjoy your outfit?”

China almost dropped her glass. “What?”

“The other day. Did your lover enjoy you in that blue outfit we chose?”

China remembered the evening before the photo session and was relieved. Philip was fantasizing again. She felt as if she owed it to him now to play along. “It wasn’t on long,” she said. “He enjoyed me out of it more.”

Philip’s voice deepened and softened to a growling whisper. “Did you enjoy him?”

“He was wonderful.”

“Was he big?”

“Huge. I felt quite sore afterwards.”

This mixture of truth with fantasy was becoming a thrill in its own right for China, and she came to the stunning realisation that her relationship with Mark was as much about her games with her husband, her love for Philip and desire to please him, as it was about her secret liaisons with a new lover and pursuit of the forbidden.

Philip just stared at her, his eyes unreadable. She suspected he was waiting for more details.

“He was fucking me for hours,” she shocked herself at the employment of a word she rarely used. This statement was a lie. Mark hadn’t lasted long at all today, and this made her smile. She was so sexy that men would come almost as soon as they entered her. More power to her pussy.

Philip was now kneeling down by the bath and had slipped a hand under the bubbles to hold one of her breasts. She sighed and shut her eyes. “He played with that one for ages before he pulled my robe off.” As she said this Philip was playing with her nipple, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over and around it. “When he nibbled my nipples I nearly came.” She could feel her second climax of the day building up. She felt like a volcano about to erupt, her own dirty talk and Philip’s manipulating fingers enough to bring her close to the edge of the chasm.

“Did he like your tits?”

“He must have. He didn’t leave them alone, even when he was thrusting his cock in and out of me.”

Philip’s hand held her breast in a vice like grip. She felt the warmth of him near to her and then his lips touched hers. “Did you suck him?”

“Yes,” she lied. “I can still taste him on my lips. Can you?”

He ran his tongue over her lips and kissed her hard as he manipulated her nipple, squeezing and brushing. The hot water completely covering her body changed the nature of her climax. There was no exquisite cold this time, only a burning eruption as she gasped into Philip’s mouth. Her body quaked, splashing water about as she squirmed under the surface. Philip stopped kissing her and she rested her head on his arm. “That was wonderful,” she said truthfully. Two orgasms in one day. She could get used to this, she thought.

“You’re wonderful,” he said.