A Dark Beginning: A China Dark Novel Read Free

breathing, and all she could feel were tiny lightening strikes joining her nipple to the warm tingling low down in her abdomen. Her body was so sensitive she knew that even the act of undressing, clothes brushing against her taut skin, would bring her to a premature peak of ecstasy. So she sat there, head tilted back, one hand absent-mindedly stroking the card, the other tracing her left nipple, until mere seconds later she shuddered uncontrollably. She sobbed and lay back on the bed holding the card tightly and with an overwhelming feeling of shame, red-hot tears coursing down her face.
    By the time her husband came up she was curled into a tight foetal ball, far over on her side of the bed, pretending to be asleep. Her mind was racing, arguing with her heart over what to do. The card was safely tucked away in her purse, as tempting and frightening as an illegal drug.
    When her husband slipped in beside her and made his usual clumsy attempts at sexual advances she continued to fake sleep. They had been together nearly ten years, and in the last year or so sex had lost a lot of its magic and she had found that feigned sleep was the most diplomatic and least hurtful rejection method. Their once-a-month sessions, which she rationed secretly, were not unpleasant but she didn’t look forward to them either. The loss of her sex drive had resulted in some embarrassing moments but had not yet caused actual confrontation between them. This made that day’s feelings even more strange and confusing to her. But then maybe it was exactly that recent lack of fundamental sexual impulse, that self-imposed abstinence, which had focused today’s emotions so sharply. Maybe her body was just releasing pent up feelings and had chosen any convenient target. This man’s eyes, beautiful as they were, just provided a trigger for a much needed biological venting. That being true, she could now get on with the rest of her life as if nothing had happened.
    She fell into a disturbed sleep, and dreamt uncomfortably of eyes, and strength, and relinquishing control. She woke numerous times sweating but cold, extraordinary frustration pressing her wrist hard between her legs, while her husband snored beside her.
    China woke in the muted colours of dawn with a need so urgent that she immediately leapt out of bed. Philip slumbered undisturbed, as it was still an hour before their alarm would go off. Nothing much short of nuclear catastrophe could wake Philip before his allotted time. As the hot needles of the shower scourged her body of guilt and washed away the previous night’s deadly sin, she started to calm down ready to drift into the day.

10:20: HornEnvy : well… what did you think of her?
    10:20: HornEnvy : will she do?
    10:21: Tarb4u : haha, she was very nice
    10:21: Tarb4u : very … tasty
    10:21: HornEnvy : I think so too, what’s next?
    10:21: Tarb4u : don’t worry, it’s started
    10:21: HornEnvy : Really?? How?
    10:23: Tarb4u : Don’t worry, I’m in control
    10:23: HornEnvy : I hope so
    10:24: Tarb4u : We’ll have her just where we want her very soon

Chapter 3
    The City was not quite surging with lunchtime crowds yet as China sat on a hard, lilac-metal, latticework chair in the hazy sunshine outside her favourite café. She managed to tune out the city sounds that dominated the backing track to her daily life. Finally able to concentrate on her new book she was barely aware as Devak brought up her skinny Latte and placed it gently on the table. At the last minute her consciousness registered the clink of china on glass beside her and she looked up at Devak. She became aware of the dark aroma of the coffee intermingling with the fresh Freesias in the small purple, bubbled-glass vase on the table, smells that calmed her and made her happy.
    “Thank you,” she said.
    “You’re always welcome, lady.” His voice was soothing. China could listen to Devak all day and she wondered if he’d ever considered recording meditation tapes.