Darkness
by C.C. Michaels

Author’s background information:

The inspiration for the story came from a discussion with a friend about what was darkness for him.

 

Darkness

 

The flames of the candles flickered in the soft breeze of the open window. If there were sounds other than that of two sated souls breathing, I didn't hear it. I lay curled in his arms, my body covered in the silky sheen of perspiration that was the result of great sex. My body still trembled slightly as I remember how he had taken me up, brought me down, taken me up and then pushed me over the edge, again and again. We lay quietly together, his strong arms holding me, both of us silent, lost I imagine, in thoughts of the wonder of us, in the luck of us, while his hand slowly worked it's way thru my hair. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply, the scent of us and our spent passion blending with the scent of the candles. I smiled. I loved that smell. Sated, complete, feeling secure in the comfort of his arms, about to drift off into the deep sleep of the content, I felt the slight shift of the muscles in his arms, an almost stopping of the fingers in my hair, the warmth of a deeply held breath slowly released. Opening my eyes, I turned to him, a the question silenced before it could be asked by the slight shake of his head, the soft kiss placed on my forehead where I felt his tender smile as my eyes closed again. Almost asleep, I was surprised when I felt his arms tighten around me, heard his voice break the silence of the night.

“Tell me your fantasies”, he said. Drowsy, and sated, I murmured about starlit nights on a sandy beach, candlelight and roses, walks in the park, making love under the trees, holding hands and sharing popcorn at movies. Simple romantic fantasies. Sleepily, I turned to him and asked of his. A shadow of a smile crossed his face, then disappeared as a darkness filled his eyes. The darkness I saw from time to time. The unexplained darkness I saw when the sex got a little rougher than normal, a little hotter, a little more frightening, and perversely, a little more exciting. The darkness I had come to accept as part of him. The darkness that was the counterpoint to the light that was me. As quickly as the smile disappeared, so did the darkness and he brushed my lips with his and whispered, "It's late. Go to sleep." So I closed my eyes and let the arms of Morpheus take me while the arms that held me reminded me that for now, my fantasies were safe reality.

Today, as I hurried home from the office, I thought of how he had made some of those simple fantasies become real. I thought of the feel of the grass on my bare skin as he lay atop me, filling me, smiling down at me. I remembered the feel of his hand as it curled around mine as we walked along the edge of the lake, the sound of his laughter just before he pulled into the shadows of the trees. I brushed away thoughts of how many times I had seen the darkness in his eyes. The darkness he would not explain, when I would turn and find him staring at me. The darkness that appeared more and more often. The darkness that I knew was related to his fantasies. The darkness that was the part of him, that while accepted, I did not understand. The part of him that when I questioned, would simply have him drawing a finger across my lips, or have a palm cup my cheek while he said, "not just yet. You aren't ready". The darkness that would leave me confused, and oddly, leave me with a sense of excitement. The darkness I knew would someday be explained. But not today. Today we were going out to dinner, then to hold hands, and share popcorn at the movies. I felt a wide smile cross my face as I saw his car already in the driveway.  He was standing at the kitchen sink, a glass of water raised to his mouth, drinking deeply when I came in. His suit jacket tossed on the back of a chair, his brief case on the table. He turned as he heard me come into the room and smiled. And before I could return the smile, I saw it. The darkness again, deeper, darker, more intense than I had seen it before. A shiver of excitement skittered up my spine. Not knowing what to say, what to do, I simply said, "I'll change, be ready in a bit." and as he lifted his hand to loosen his tie, I turned to make my way to the bedroom.

The late afternoon sunlight spilled into the room, leaving the bed in a pool of golden light. Funny how I noticed this, as I stepped out of my shoes and unbuttoned my blazer. I didn't hear him come into room and his hands suddenly on my shoulders pulling off the blazer startled me. A stifled scream had him laughing as he lowered his head, brought his mouth to the side of my neck and bit me softly. He pressed himself to me and I felt his arousal pressed against my buttocks and again that shiver of excitement ran up my spine. Before I could turn my head to kiss him, he pushed me onto the bed, his palm in the middle of my back, holding me there. I felt the shift of the bed as he came up on it and straddled my thighs, his free hand pushing my skirt up high over my buttocks, his whisky over gravel voice telling me he didn't feel like popcorn and movies tonight. I groaned, and felt myself relax and felt myself wettening under him. His hand slid from my back and he pushed my knees up, raising my buttocks, pressing my shoulders into the mattress. I heard the rasp of his zipper being lowered, felt one of his hands on silk covered sex, then felt the tug and pull of silk as he pushed it aside, felt his skin on mine, then felt the hardness of him as he pressed it against me, heard his groan and my scream as he thrust deep inside me. The feel of him was so familiar, yet somehow different as he pumped and ground himself into my warmth. His hands found my breasts, cupped them, squeezed them hard thru the silk of my blouse. He wasn't making love to me, he was using me, thrusting in and out, over and over until shuddering and moaning I came, my body pressed to the bed. Still in my clothes, skirt around my hips, face pressed to the quilt, I lay there shaking. I felt the emptiness as he withdrew, heard the deep breaths he took as he pulled off his shirt, heard the soft clink of the belt buckle as he took off his pants, felt again the shift of the mattress as again, he knelt on the bed and turned me over onto my back. My eyes met his, and the darkness, again that damn darkness had me wanting more and I lifted my arms to him. He took my wrists in one hand, pulled my arms up high over my head, holding them against the bed while he looked at me and simply ripped my blouse from me, tore my skirt off, and piece by piece destroyed each bit of fabric until I lay naked under him, trembling, gasping and wanting him more than I can remember ever wanting him.

He slid his hands between my thighs, and roughly pushed them open and bracing them with his forearms till my legs were almost but not quite on his shoulders, he slid his thighs between mine and while he watched me, he slid into me again, in one deep hard thrust that pushed my body up the bed, and again, he used me. Filled me, pushed me, took me to where I had never been before, his darkness filled eyes never leaving mine, until again, shuddering, shaking, crying out, I came. But this time, he didn't stop until I heard the harsh animal groan, the tensing of his muscles, saw the fire in his eyes as his semen filled me. The sunlight had paled, but still bathed his sweat sheened body in gold. As he held himself over me, still within me, a single thought filled my mind. “He is my fantasy.”

Slowly his hand trailed the length of my body as he pulled away. He stood at the foot of the bed, the darkness still in his eyes, but a smile on his face as he turned and moved to the dresser, my eyes following his movements, watching as he turned back to me, a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs in his hands. "Let me" was all he said, and I silently held up my wrists to him. He took my hands in his and pulled me upwards to my feet at the end of the bed, pulling my arms behind me and snapping on the cuffs. Then turning me to face him, he softly kissed me as tied on the blindfold. An instant sense of disorientation at the darkness filled me, and I felt myself leaning instinctively towards him, felt the steadying pressure of his hands on my shoulders as again he turned me, this time leading me from the room. I stumbled, his hands touched, and gently he guided me down the hall, soft whispered directions as he led me to the basement, his hands never leaving me.

I felt the carpet of the rumpus room under my feet. I knew there were candles burning in the room. I couldn't see them, but could smell the scent of warm vanilla scented wax. He led me to the center of the room, pushed me to my knees and then left me. I heard his breathing, sensed his presence, and in the coolness of the room, felt the tightening of my nipples, the wetness of us slipping down my thighs. I waited, every sense seeming to hum, ears straining for sound, body aching for touch. Then I felt him kneel behind me, his arms slipping around me, one hand cupping a breast, teasing a nipple, the other slipping lower, caressing my sex. I melted and leaned back into the warmth of him, and then stiffened as I heard a sound, sensed a movement that was not his. I opened my mouth to question, and his lips at my ear whispered, "shhhhhhhh. This is my fantasy." His hands lifted, pulled away the blindfold. I blinked in the soft light, and saw, standing before me two men, each naked, each stroking themselves as they watched me. My eyes wide in shock, surprise, perhaps even fear, I turned to look at him. He looked back at me, and the darkness in his eyes was total and complete as he pulled away from me and sat in a chair facing me. I knelt there, hands cuffed behind my back and trembled. And then as the first man stepped closer and pressed his cock to my lips, I whimpered, eyes moving to his, seeking release. He shook his head no, and while my eyes locked onto his, he whispered "Please", and as the man before me slid his cock into my mouth, I suddenly understood the darkness. Saw the need in his eyes. My eyes never left his.
Other hands found me. Touched my nipples, my face, my sex. My mouth was filled with the thrust of a hard cock while from behind, my sex was filled with another cock. I watched his eyes, and for one brief moment, I thought perhaps I saw a lightening in the darkness, a glimmer of what might of been regret. When I looked again, it was gone, and the darkness was there again, alive and suddenly arousing in it's intensity. I felt his darkness pierce me, fill me. I watched his eyes as the men took me, came again and again for the look in those eyes. I felt the thrusts of their bodies, the heat of their cum in me and on me, but it was the heat of the darkness in his eyes that made me cum. They twisted me, turned me, used me. But it was his eyes that commanded me.

I lay trembling on the floor, arms still locked behind me. Alone, lying on my side. My eyes, finally closed. I heard his movement, felt him beside me, his hands releasing the cuffs, easing me into his arms, his hands stroking soothing, lifting the stickiness of the others from my body, bringing his hands to his mouth as he lowered his lips to my flesh, licking them, cleaning the essence of them from my body. I shuddered, felt the warmth again, felt him again, and inexplicably, wanted him again. Not his eyes this time, but his body, his soul. Lifting my arms to him, pulling his lips to mine, kissing him, silently telling him what I wanted, needed, sighing in satisfaction as he covered me with him and slowly gently entered me, making slow sweet love to me, his eyes again locked onto mine, and again, the darkness filled them. But this time, the darkness was understood, for it was shared. The darkness had now become mine.