Darkest Love

by Melody Tweedy

  “It’s surreal, isn’t it? Being caught between worlds.”

  Anne gestured for him to come over. He did, body decorated with streaks of light from the window and the glimmering candle by the bed. “I don’t feel it as deeply as you do,” Annie said.

  Rain settled into bed, one hand on Annie’s hip. “My father. He had the same problem. He never felt at home in any society, no matter where he went. By the end of his academic career he was travelling all the time, moving from country to country for quick fellowships and strips of tenure. He belonged nowhere. He started to see visions. He thought he saw glimpses of God, that he could see the lie in every society, the fabrications in every culture. Even his own.”

  Annie laughed. “You have a bit of that in you, Mr. I-hate-the-West.”

  Rain fidgeted. “Maybe. But I find it hard to laugh about. He was a mess by the end of his life. They had to put him on Fluanxol. An anti-psychotic.”

  “He went insane?”

  Rain nodded. Then shook his head. “Yes and no. He lost his ability to function normally. He would leave the house in his bathrobe, show up at conferences with unbrushed hair and gin breath. He delivered these poetic speeches that were kind of brilliant but also kind of…didn’t make sense.”

  “Between genius and madness.”

  Rain nodded. “He won most of his career awards at that stage. But he was absolutely impossible to work with. He did all his writing at home and just sent the papers out. Sometimes he’d try to do field studies but he didn’t fit in with the tribes either. He found it hard to follow their rules, to get a grasp of their body language. He couldn’t even seem to tell when he was in physical danger. The university barred him from travel, for his own safety. No one would insure him, so eventually the universities stopped giving him funding, and he never worked again.”

  Annie peered at Rain in the candlelight, touched by the sadness and wonder that glimmered in his eyes as softly as the candle.

  “There was another thing. He developed sexual quirks. He could only orgasm in a free, riotous environment, where he was allowed to holler and grasp and deal with the woman however he liked. Choking, slapping, the works. Only hookers would do that with him. He spent all his research money pretty fast.”

  Annie stiffened. “You probably shouldn’t tell me that.”

  “I’m sorry. I thought I was opening up.”

  “Well, it’s hard to hear. Because of what we do together.”

  Rain paused. He was moving slowly, as if he was underwater. Maybe he was very tired. “Please don’t be like that. I love the honesty between us. I love being with you. We have so much in common. Sometimes I think: why the hell aren’t we together?”

  That stopped her heart. Annie squeezed the pillow, careful not to allow Rain to see. He had never said anything like that before. “You do?”

  “But then I remember: I’m a jerk.” He grinned sadly. “I’m happy that my jerky ass gets to have you. And we don’t have to do the homage tonight if you don’t want.”

  “I do,” said Annie, hot from the intensity in the air and the rippling of his stomach as he bent over to kiss her. She pulled him in for a hug, heart fluttering as energetically as the slick, happy space between her thighs.

  * * * *

  It will be as hygienic as you make it. So you’d better do a good job.

  That was what Rain had said before Annie started licking. She was now onto the spaces between his toes. Thank God she had done such a thorough job with the sponge: exfoliating, sponging and rinsing. Even the hard-to-reach pockets of Rain’s foot were clean and shiny. She was happy to work her tongue into those places, watching Rain’s face over the five-pronged outline of his foot.

  “Lick each toe, bitch. Don’t get distracted.” Both fury and arousal sparked in her body when Rain said things like that. The feelings were almost too strong. She removed her tongue from the space between his toes and worked the pinkie itself, licking it as if it was a lollipop, before moving with a whimper to the next.

  She alternated between focusing on the job—I am a slave. I am a slave—and surrendering to the feeling of the moment: the sadness, the humiliation. Tears filled her eyes; her muscles were loose and hot. Her clit was engorged from the look in Rain’s eyes–his lust, his obvious pleasure. The way he grabbed her hair, forcing her head down over his foot and making her gag on it as if it was the shaft of his penis.

  “Good girl.”

  Princess. That was their safety word. Annie hadn’t come close to saying it yet but now, as Rain’s heel came to rest on the top of her head like a crown, or like a tropical bird’s head plumage, it popped into her head.

  Oh, Jesus, Rain.

  She opted to let it be. Annie accepted the heel on her head and bent down to lick Rain’s right foot, whimpering and sending a puppy dog glance in his direction before she took three of his toes in her mouth. She saw his irises spark with pleasure.

  “Yeah. That’s it.”

  Suck. Suck. Lick. Suck, suck, lick. Annie ran her tongue over each surface, exploring the tactile world that was as unfamiliar as the world of emotion that was opening up. Rain’s nails were hard little crescents–she concentrated on sliding her tongue down them, moving it easily until she met the waxier texture of his cuticle. She ran her tongue along that border. Then she moved higher, running her tongue around the edge of his whole nail bed–swoop, swoop, swoop. Finally she licked the end of Rain’s toenails. They were so sharp she almost cut her tongue.

  “Look at me when you do it,” he demanded.

  She licked the hair on each toe, pulling it into shape with wet strokes of her tongue like a mother cat grooming her kitten’s head. She let the hairs catch on her tongue, looking up to meet Rain’s eyes with the end of the black, wiry strands still caught on her tongue or lip. A thread of his body connected them, echoing the look of his seed streaming out of her mouth–Rain loved it when she let that drip out of her mouth, connecting them together: cock, cum, mouth. His seed became an isthmus between their bodies.

  His eyes flashed.

  “Do the sole.”

  Annie had exfoliated the sole so thoroughly over two nights that it was as smooth as the rest of Rain’s foot: a pleasure to lick. Feeling the light pressure of his other foot still on her head, she angled her body down. First she licked the arch, then the sole proper. She ran her tongue first in flicks and then in long rolling motions like the ones he used with his hand between her legs. Annie’s clitoris was begging for that. She could feel it pulsing, anticipating the pleasure that would follow her humiliation.

  When Rain had had enough he swapped the foot on her head, nearly kicking her in the face. It was time to do the other one.

  “You are done,” he said, after she had simpered and sucked to his satisfaction.

  * * * *

  “Oh.”

  Annie’s reward had arrived. She opened her mouth and screamed as Rain’s hard, thick shaft entered her.

  Why was it so good? Her back arched and her eyes squeezed shut as the last of Rain’s massive penis slid in, the tip lodging deeply inside, cupped by her own most secret, womanly space. She was filled.

  “Oh, Rain.” He was staring into her eyes, so close she could see her ecstatic visage reflected in his pupils and make out the individual hairs of his stubble. Rain’s blue eyes were a darker shade than usual. The passion inside them made her roar a louder scream. What else was that man holding inside him?

  His pecs were smooth hills, hard as steel. His arms were shapely, dangerous bulges. Just one cord was visible on each bicep: a single vein providing. Annie imagined, Rain’s arms with all the blood he needed to rip his muscles, to scale cliffs, to swim and sport and attack.

  “Mmm.” Going through those homages—humiliations so draining she actually cried—made the consummation plain delicious. It was like reaching the final page in an epic poem you are completely invested in.

  Not breaking eye contact, Rain started to pump. Every slide of his massive erection broug
ht new parts of her to life. Small explosions went off between her legs, in her thighs, around her heart, in her hips, in her chest. Annie was soaring in the clouds, above the mountaintops. Her vision was full of starbursts, but when she did see, it was all toned arms and tight abs and the passionate eyes of this man who positively mined her depths, drawing out everything she had to give.

  They were in missionary position. Rain was holding himself up with his arms. The cords on his biceps protruded, and the bulge of the muscles was eye-popping. Rain held himself up to avoid crushing Annie’s body—or so she thought. It was just as possible he wanted to enjoy the view. With Annie on her back, her breasts wobbled with every thrust.

  “Oh!” She recovered from her third orgasm and looked up see him looking not at her but at … them. At the breasts that were his obsession. Annie reached up to grab his bicep.

  “Fuck,” she swore softly when she fingered the arm. It was harder than steel.

  The action pushed her tits up, squeezing the whole DD mass of them together. Rain’s eyes lit up when he saw this. He responded by lowering his head mid-thrust and licking a nipple. It felt so good Annie screamed.

  She grabbed his head, bringing that heavenly tongue closer. His mouth was all over her rejoicing nipple.

  “Don’t stop, Rain.” Her nipple and g-spot were both being spoiled. Annie let the waves of pleasure move through her as she played with the hairs at the nape of Rain’s neck and enjoyed the sight of her legs sticking up in the air at the edges of his torso.

  His head moved to her second nipple. Annie felt his thrusts slowing as he concentrated on working that nipple to a point.

  When the nipple was high and perky, Rain himself rose up, giving Annie a great view of his massive chest and rock-hard abs. His dick slid out with a wet sound, and he knelt above her. Annie came face to face with his cock–purple with blood and craning for the roof. Around his erection was the abdominal V-shape that she loved–the sexy point where a man’s abs give way to his hips.

  He did not continue thrusting or demand any head but pressed his hand onto her clitoris. Annie’s head flew back as a different type of pleasure–clitoral bliss–spread from the pulsing bead.

  I love it. A feeling as warm and delicious as blood-red raspberry sauce swirled through her body. It overwhelmed her, body and mind. Annie kicked her legs, earning a smile and the firm press of Rain’s firm hand. He always used the flat-handed, slow, pressing motion she liked.

  “Oh, Rain.” Annie couldn’t see anymore. She kicked. She rubbed her hands up and down his arms, marveling at the dips, the points that felt like steel. She braced for the moment when his penis would reenter her.

  Rain’s body was so powerful. There was always a moment during sex when he lost it completely, just before he came. He would start to pound so hard her lips opened into an O. Her butt cheeks separated, her ears filled with the wet smack, smack, smack sound of his hungry penis thrusting into her. Annie’s ears rang and she lost her bearings. The next thing she knew, Rain would be exploding inside her.

  Rain slid back in, dropping his head onto her breasts and pumping. Annie moaned into his hair, staring down his smooth back. She fingered the skin, sliding her hand over the ridges of muscle around his spine. When she got to his neck, she explored that area too, tracing the hard curves along his impressive shoulders.

  It was so interesting to see him from this position. His hairy head was right under her eyes and ahead of that, like a fleshy yellow-brick-road, his body extended into the distance, ending with the twin bumps of his tight ass. Beyond that two heels hovered into view only occasionally.

  Rain nuzzled her neck. He kissed, then nibbled, and finally dealt a delicious bite that sent the electricity back down Annie’s spine. The feeling pooled between her legs, around her pulsing clitoris, and the next thrust from Rain found fresh pockets of sensation around her g-spot. The tip of Rain’s penis was an expert masseuse, massaging joy from depths long neglected, from surfaces on her pussy she had never felt before. She had never heard them crying out; they had always been silent. Until now.

  Perhaps they had only been jangled to life by the S&M. A door was opening in Annie’s body–a door to mysterious new rooms.

  That’s it, Annie thought as Rain paused, teasing, and then plunged his penis in. He glided past all her sweet spots—dealing them a tickling tease—before finally reaching the end. He was in again. Every time he entered he met Annie’s eyes, daring her with his gaze to acknowledge the power of the moment.

  Challenge accepted. Annie stared back. With one fold of his abs he was leaning, tickling her neck again with soft lips. Then Rain surprised her by craning up to give her a deep, prying kiss, so full of passion she had to break away, gulping, before opening her mouth to him again. Her tongue played over his, the two tongues slid warily, curved gently, charged at each other with relish, like two creatures exploring one another.

  He had never done that mid-thrust before: just broken the rhythm to give her a kiss. Annie didn’t know whether to be touched or offended. “Did you come?”

  “No. I’m almost there. You look so…” He was panting. “So gorgeous. I wanted to extend it. The way your breasts are bouncing. Yourrrr face…” he growled the last words, raising his hand to touch Annie’s cheek with hooked fingers. “It is hotness personified. You look amazing.”

  “Humiliation becomes me, does it?”

  “Offence...” He grinded, eyes flashing. “Offence was the last thing I meant to cause.”

  “Happy to keep charting new territory?” With a push of her palms Annie gestured to him to stop.

  Rain lifted his body off hers. She wanted to cry when she saw the confused expression on his face. “What do you mean?”

  Annie turned, facing the bamboo frame suddenly, and presented him with her buttocks. She heard Rain moan softly, then growl. Before she knew it there was a greedy pair of hands on her ass. He squeezed.

  Two hands cupped her bosom from behind as he leaned in to nibble her ear. His voice at her temple was both tender and devilish: “If it hurts too much you tell me. Instantly. Safety word: princess.”

  Annie squeezed her eyes shut as he started to play around her buttocks with his fingers, sliding them between the cheeks and playing at the edges of the sweet, tight hole he wanted so much to enter. “Safety word: Princess. Sexual status: loyal subject.”

  “Sexual status: goddess,” Rain said, sliding his fingers between her cheeks. “My princess.”

  Annie felt like crying with joy when she heard that. Instead, she giggled as Rain whispered one last cheeky sweet-nothing in her ear… “I saw. I conquered. Then I came.” …and braced for the entry of his erection into her rear. She was so tight she wasn’t sure if Rain’s arm-sized erection would slide in without lubricant.

  “Oh!” He slid in, making her grip the edge of the wobbling matt with her fingers. Annie had never felt as close to him as when he thrusted gently, pausing after each withdrawal to ask if she was ok. His breath on her ear, every time he leaned in, was heaven—so warm and intimate. She squeezed her eyes tight, banishing the view of the bed frame and window and candle. She wanted only to hear that sound, to feel the gathering storm of pleasure at the base of her body, to respond to the tickle of his lips. For every flutter of pleasure, Annie rewarded him with a clench of her buttocks, surrounding his erection with her tight ass, closing walls he had wanted so badly to enter.

  “Argh!” She screamed as he started to grind harder. Annie had never felt so alive, so open to anything the universe had to offer. She was on all fours, head raised to the sky. Her mouth was open, howling with an abandon she didn’t know she owned, as sweat poured down her body and her big breasts jiggled like in a wet dream, so heartily they smacked into each other. The moon was casting its eerie pagan light through the window, and the man behind her was Dionysus himself.

  Rain was losing control, pounding harder and harder, making guttural animal sounds she would not have thought any human was capable of. Her ch
eeks were parted, her heart was thumping, and his chest sounded like it was opening, letting out new barely-human sounds and perhaps a Pandora’s Box of sex demons that would howl into the night.

  Annie was an animal. She was beyond sexual, beyond free. Every space between her buttocks that was not drenched with sweat was filling with the most delicious pleasure.

  She felt Rain explode behind her. He let out one final, epic grunt and collapsed on her.

  His heart beat against her back. His hot breath washed over her ear. He held her breasts, one finger playing with a nipple, so that even in his exhaustion, he brought a happy stirring to Annie’s loins.

  Chapter 13

  “Oh!” Annie ignored the first bang against the wall, it sounded light enough to be a bird.

  The sex had wound down to a delicious effort from Rain’s tongue. After he stopped panting he had massaged her. Annie had surrendered, smiling sleepily, letting him cover her body with oils until she was wet and fruity-scented all over. Rain was an expert with his hands–he worked her body the way a sculptor works his moist, squishy clay.

  Annie lay spread-eagled on her back, soothed by the aroma from the fruity oil. The candle released its own soft scent, sending her into a deep state of relaxation.

  The light from the lantern flickered and wobbled on the ceiling panels. Swirls of light merged with each other, fading and brightening as clouds moved over the moon outside. Annie felt like she was staring at the ceiling of a cathedral. Flames danced like miniature belly-dancers and fruity scents reached into her nostrils like invisible fingers, planting their subtle joys.

  As if that wasn’t enough, Rain was licking her clitoris. She was enjoying her last, shimmering orgasms. They unfurled lazily along the length of her body.

  Her clit was quivering from all the excitement. It stood high and healthy and rose-red, eager for more attention. Annie herself was drifting in and out of sleep, lulled by all the sweet sensations. Who would have thought her humble hut could transition into a chocolate box of pleasures, with something for each of the senses? It was so quiet she could hear Rain’s steady breathing. Under that she could hear the trills of rock parrots outside and the steady lapping of the river—a reminder that a great, ink-dark body of water loomed outside, spreading as far as the eye could see.