Contrasts (27 page)

“Swallow it, swallow it!” he yelled.

Her mouth filled. She swallowed as quickly as she could. Her mouth filled again with hot forceful spurts. While Darnell was pumping his thick cum into her mouth, Paul’s watery jizm dribbled from his cock staining the back of the couch. Darnell was saying, “Look at her now. Watch how she cleans it.”

Still holding the base of his cock Ann stared at it for a moment. Strands of his cum hung from the cockhead, a ring of it settled in the rim and some had run down the shaft.

“You like how it tastes?” he asked

“Yes, honey, you know I do.”

“Ok then.”

Keeping her eyes on his face, she began to lick the cum from his shaft and around the rim of his cockhead and then the cockhead itself. When she finished, she held his cock between both hands and, parting her lips, leaned down to press them over his pee hole. She held the kiss for a long time.

Darnell looked back at Paul. “What you think, Paulie, your wife do me like she just done because of that fuckin contract?”

Paul had trouble finding his voice, “Ah...uh...no...not because of the contract. It was easy to see that she....she....wants...wants very much to please you.”

“Hah! You got that right, Paulie, you got that right.” He looked down at Ann, “You did good,” he said. “Now go take a shower and use that oil and perfume and make yourself look sexy and hot. Wear a dress that’s easy for me to feel your tits and your pussy...what’s the word you use?”

“Accessible, a dress that leaves me accessible to you.”

“Yeah, if you want fucked tonight you gotta keep me hot.” He leaned forward and tilted her chin up, “You want fucked, Mrs. Gardner, don’t you?”

“Yes, honey, I do....real bad....I want to feel you inside me.”

“Bring somethin sexy to wear to bed and bring your make up stuff, no tellin how long you be stayin.” Unsteadily, Ann got to her feet. They watched her cross the room and start down the hall.

“Hey, Paulie,” Darnell said, “you got any bourbon? I think we could use a drink.”

“Yes, I’ll get it.”

“Bring the bottle and cubes.” A few minutes later Paul set a full bottle of Jim Beam on the coffee table along with a bucket of ice and two glasses. He filled the glasses with ice and poured, offering one of them to Darnell. Darnell gestured to the chair opposite the coffee table. He held up his glass as if making a toast, then drank. “Ahh, that’s better,” he said. He grinned across at Paul. “Your wife sure is some cocksucker.” Paul said nothing. “She got a great body too...that fine ass, long nipples, and a tight pussy, a real tight pussy.” He paused to sip his drink. “She say you never made her cum, that right?”

“I guess it is if she said so.”

“What was the trouble? Your dick too little. You cum too quick?”

“Probably both.”

“How you do Rona. You fuck her?”

“No.”

“You eat her pussy?”

“Yes...when she...when she lets me.”

“I don’t know how any man does that. Pussy is dirty, smells bad. Only pervs go down on pussy and black pussy is the worst. You gotta be a motherfuckin perv to get off watchin your wife give me a blow job and goin down on Rona’s black pussy.”

Paul felt his face redden. He drank half of his bourbon and then nodded. “I suppose I am, Darnell....I suppose I am.”

“Think about it. While we sittin here your wife’s rubbin that oil all over her body. She gonna smell good. She gonna use that lipstick and that eye stuff, make herself look hot and sexy. She do all that for me, skinny, ugly, bad smellin black boy. What that tell you?”

“She must be very fond of you.”

“Nah, she hates me. She embarrassed to be seen with me. I ain’t good enough for her. We both know that.” He put down his glass and leaned toward Paul, “She white, I’m black. She a smart teacher and all. I ain’t. She friendly. All the kids at school like her. They like her a lot. I ain’t got a single fuckin real friend. She damn good lookin and got class. She older than me. She’s a good person, kind...give you the shirt off her back. I’m a mean motherfucker. You know what I’m sayin? We opposite in every fuckin way.” Paul nodded in agreement. Darnell sat back, “But that’s why she say she’s my woman, why she want to be with me, want to do what I tell her. She want me to bring her down to my level. That’s what makes her hot for me....all them opposite things.” He finished his drink and poured another and laughed. “Yeah, that and I the first one that made her cum. That wife of yours hates me, but she sure do love my dick.”

They sat in silence for a few moments then Paul asked, “You wouldn’t hurt her would you....I mean physically hurt her?”

Darnell thought about it, “Long as she do what I say, she be ok.” He paused, “I like to get her off her high horse though, bring her down to where I’m at. She need a taste of what went down with them slaves she always runnin at the mouth about.”

“Humiliate her,” Paul said.

“Yeah, that’s it. She need that. She too fuckin uppity.”

“That’s what Wells does, isn’t it? That’s how the NWS operates?”

“Uncle Gordy ain’t no dope. I’m tryin to get him to give me your wife jus for me, jus so she be my personal bitch. I’ll teach my fuckin teacher some shit then.” He frowned and Paul could see anger in his eyes. He’d had a lot to drink. Paul knew the boy would be a mean drunk.

“Has he agreed?”

“Not yet, but I’m workin on it.” He drank and sat back closing his eyes, “Yeah, that be real good. My homies see me with her all the fuckin time. They come to my place and see her there lookin sexy. They see her bringin us beer and chips and shit and them knowin she in my bed every fuckin night.”

“Do you think she’d agree to that?”

He sat up, “Hey, Paulie, the bitch ain’t got no choice. Hell, I might even pimp her out once in awhile. She could bring in a little extra cash.”

They heard her heels in the hall then she appeared in the arched entryway. Both Paul and Darnell were struck dumb for a moment. She looked radiant. Her pale skin glowed. The dress was black and shear. It buttoned all the way up the front. The scooped neckline revealed the swells of her breasts as well as the spade tattoo. The fact that she wore no undergarments was obvious. On her feet were stiletto pumps with four inch heels. Her hair was brushed to a high sheen. She’d carefully applied dark mascara to her eyes and the bright red lipstick and gloss to her lips. She carried a small overnight bag.

Darnell nodded, “Did you get yourself off in the shower.” She shook her head. “Is your pussy wet?”

“Yes, honey. It’s been wet all day.”

Darnell stood and put his empty glass on the coffee table, “Hard to believe, ain’t it, Paulie, that sexy wife of yours is goin home with me and wantin me to fuck her.”

Paul nodded, “You’re very lucky, Darnell.”

Darnell looked at the bottle of Jim Beam. “You got any more of that?”

“No.”

“Anything else”

“A few bottles of wine.”

“Get two of them.” Paul went to a cabinet in the corner of the living room and took out two bottles of Merlot.

Ann stepped into the room and took her cell phone from her purse, “Do you want me to call a cab?”

Darnell shook his head, “Nah, Paulie here’s gonna drive us.”

“What about the BMW?” Paul asked.

“We put in a parkin garage. Can’t leave it on the street in front of my place all night. You got the Lexus, right?”

“Yes.”

“You drive, we sit in back. I’ll tell you where to go.” He handed the wine to Ann who put it in her travel bag.

They waited while Paul backed the car out of the driveway. Darnell indicated that he should open the back door for them. Darnell got in first, then Ann. Paul closed the door, got in the front and followed Darnell’s directions out of the neighborhood.

Darnell tapped Ann’s knee. Obediently she pulled her skirt back and parted her legs. He put his arm over her shoulder and slid his hand down the scooped neck of her dress to cup her breast and squeezed her nipple. He noticed Paul looking in the mirror just as the taxi driver had. “Yeah, Paulie,” he said, “I’m gonna fuck her, fuck her all night and maybe all day tomorrow. Jus sleep a little and fuck, sleep a little and fuck, my long black dick in your white wife. That’s how it ought to be. What do you think?”

“If you say so, Darnell.”

Darnell turned toward Ann, “You think Paulie is a perv?”

“No.”

Darnell frowned. “Rona tell me he cleans her apartment, scrub the fuckin toilet, does the dishes, washes her car. Shit he even does her fuckin laundry. Ain’t that right, Paulie?”

Paul nodded, “Yes.”

“You seen him kiss her fuckin feet. Rona say he eat her pussy. He probably toss her salad.” He leaned forward, “Hey, Paulie, you toss Rona’s salad?” Paul felt his face grow red but he said nothing. “Ha!” Darnell shouted, “I bet he does. I bet old fuckin Paulie gets his tongue in Rona’s black ass crack! What you think, Mrs. Gardner?”

Ann’s cheeks were also burning, “I....I...don’t know. I don’t think he’d do that.”

“I’m gonna ask Rona next time I see her. I think Paulie’s a perv. Yeah, in my book your husband’s a fuckin perv.”

Five minutes later they were pulling up to his building. All of the lower windows were barred, in most, the shades were drawn. The sidewalk was littered with garbage bags that had broken open, beer cans, whisky bottles, discarded furniture. Someone had shot the bulb out of the street lamp. There was a figure in a hooded sweatshirt pissing against the apartment wall. Paul got out to open the door. A large rat next to a garbage bag ignored him and continued eating. The fetid odor was oppressive. The man in the sweatshirt had finished pissing and turned to watch them, his black cock hanging out of his fly. Ann got out first. The man grabbed his flaccid cock and waved it at her, “Goddamn!” he shouted, taking a step forward, “my fuckin prayers are answered. Look what I got for you, Miss!”

Darnell ignored him and started toward the front door. Ann hurried after him. Paul waited until they were inside before driving away. Ann looked around feeling the tears begin to well up in her eyes
. ‘My God,
’ she thought, ‘
how can I possibly be here? And he wants me to stay here for days at a time, maybe weeks. I can’t. I simply can’t.
’ She wondered if she could convince him to let her pick up her car and go home if she promised to bring him another three hundred dollars tomorrow. But she knew if he demanded she return with more money tomorrow she’d have to bring it anyway. She was in no position to make deals. She had only two choices, go to prison as a child molester or become Darnell’s unconditional slave. He’d mentioned the possibility of pimping her out. When the three hundred dollar payments weren’t enough, she was sure he would. She thought of the homeless drunk pissing against the building.

Darnell had become quiet and sullen. The only light in the kitchen came from the single bulb in the living room. The kitchen smelled like a garbage dumpster. She had decided to refuse the wine, but he didn’t offer any. He finished most of one bottle. “You ever into kinky shit?” he asked.

“No,” she said. “I don’t think if two people love each other or even if they are physically attracted to each other, like us, then that sort of thing is unnecessary.”

“You sayin we is physically attracted to each other or we is in love or what?”

“Not in love. Physically attracted.”

“Yeah, maybe but we need somethin to juice up that physical attraction shit.” He stood and took her by the arm and led her into the bedroom. There was a small table lamp with a torn shade on the floor by the bed. He lit it. “Take them clothes off, all of them even the shoes and get up on the bed.” She hated him. She hated the way he ordered her about. She hated how easily he’d trapped her. She hated how he puffed up with pride before those lowlifes in the bar; she hated knowing she had to do what he wanted her to do. Yet under all this hating there was something else; certainly not love, …some dark attraction she couldn’t explain that was more than physical. She removed her dress and shoes, and sat naked on edge of the bed.

He was rummaging around in the closet. “If you want fucked again, get up on the bed. You know what doggie is?”

“Yes.”

“You ain’t gonna watch me fuck you this time. I’m gonna fuck you like a dog. You want to be fucked like a dog?”

“If that will please you.”

“Answer what I asked, and I ain’t heard no affection in a long time.”

“Yes, honey, I want to be fucked like a dog.”

It was the most submissive position; her head pressed against the soiled mattress, her back lowered, her ass raised, her two holes vulnerable. He’d taken some things out of the closet that rattled like chains. She looked up, frightened.

“The guy across the hall is into serious kinky stuff. I borrowed this from him just for you.” He placed on the bed a contraption she couldn’t figure out. “It’s a spreader bar with cuffs,” he said. He moved behind her and spread her legs apart.

She felt him attach a cuff to one ankle. She turned halfway around, but in the semi-darkness couldn’t see clearly. “Please, Darnell, don’t do this...what are...”

He brought the flat of his hand down hard on her ass cheek. “Shut the fuck up,” he said.

She felt a cuff tighten around her other ankle. Each cuff was attached to the end of a wooden bar, much like a broom stick. She couldn’t draw her legs together. Darnell came around to the front of the bed and cuffed her wrists. Attached to the wrist cuffs were short chains. Quickly moving behind her again he pulled the chains under her body toward her feet. He attached the cuffs to eye bolts on the spreader bar drawing her knees to a kneeling position and lifting her ass. Her hands, arms, and legs were immobilized. She couldn’t lift her head.

She pleaded with him, “Darnell, don’t please...I’ll suck your cock again...suck it for a long time, suck your balls...please, Darnell.” She felt him twisting the butt plug, “Oh God, Darnell, honey, no...no....you can’t.....Watts will have us both killed. He will Darnell, you know he will!”

“Fuck Watts,” he muttered drunkenly. The plug came out. He pushed the KY nozzle into her and squeezed. She felt the cream in her anal passage.

“Darnell, don’t...I’m begging you don’t...”