Dark as Daylight Ch. 24

"Well, are you going to eat me?"

"No. I'm going to fuck you to death. I will enjoy it more."

"I am happy you enjoy fucking. It means I didn't do a half bad job, my first time at bat."

"Richard, you were wonderful to me the very 1^st time. As always, you cheated when you broke through my virginity. I didn't feel you do it, because you bit my nipple and caused me more pain there, then in my vagina. The medication you purchased worked wonderfully, and I'm sure my sister will love it, also. If it works as well on her, as it did on me, she will be thrilled."

"You have to promise not to hit me, or I will have to restrain you."

"How can I possibly make a promise like that without knowing what you're going to tell me?"

"I'm going to tell you the name of the medication I put on you."

"Oh no, you did it to me again?"

"It worked, didn't it?"

"Yes. Why am I going to kill you, not just maim you?"

"I did get it from a very prestigious Doctor, who works not only in a very prestigious hospital, but also has a private practice in Charleston. However, we didn't meet in either of those places. We met in an Italian market, where he was buying specialty products for dinner. We accidentally bumped into one another, and security roughed him up.

I apologized to him for the incident, and explained to him who I was. He was very pleased to meet me, and we talked about the project for a while. He knew I was getting married, and asked about our situation. I explained we will both virgins, and he said he could help us through our 1^st time, and make it easier on you. I thought he was going to write a prescription for a medication, but he didn't. We walked over two aisles and he handed me a pint bottle of a very expensive lubricant.

I looked at him and asked, "Are you sure about this?"

He replied, "I gave it to my daughter for her wedding night, and she said it worked like a charm."

That was all I needed to hear. I thanked him and we parted company. From the way it worked tonight, I believe you will agree 'Libotti's Cold-Pressed, Extra Virgin Olive Oil is a very effective vaginal lubricant."

"You bastard, I should kill you. You cheated me, again. You cheat me every time you get a chance. What am I going to do with you?"

"Well, you have two, actually 3 options. Do you want to hear them?"

"Of course."

Richard pulled her onto his lap. He kissed her nose and each of her hands and slid them behind her back. He kissed each of her shoulders and tenderly kissed her lips.

"You are preparing for death, aren't you, Richard?"

"I am a newlywed, kissing my beautiful wife. Does there have to be an ulterior motive for my doing such a thing on the day of our marriage, Rebecca?"

She looked at him quizzically, stunned at his statement. Words popped out of her mouth that very rarely did "I apologize. I am also a newlywed. I am unaccustomed to the activities that go along with human coupling. I am well read, but I am very short of actual knowledge of intercourse."

"We are very short in actual knowledge, my dear. We are learning with each other. If we keep to our vows, we will only know what we learn from one another, and from what we read and see as we age. As for the 3 options I was referring to previously, are you ready to hear them now?"

"Yes I am."

"They are quite simple, because you stated them all yourself:

• 1. You can blow me.

• 2. You can screw me to death.

• 3. You can kill me, for constantly cheating you.

What is your pleasure, darling?"

"Richard, tell your brother, Holden, that he has missed his estimate of tormenting you 80 years, by 79 years. I will bet anyone who is willing to give me odds that you will not survive the first year of our marriage."

"And why is that, my love?"

"You constantly take my words, twist them around, use them for your own purposes, and throw them back at me. If that's not bad enough for you to receive a death sentence, this one is: YOU CHEAT! Cheating is a sin against God and man. I'm not interested in it being a sin against either of those 2, it's a sin against me, and you are dead because of it. No one cheats me, and gets away with it. Debbie tried it twice. The 1^st time I yelled at her, and didn't talk to her for 12 hours. She cried the entire time. The 2^nd time she cheated me, I cut off half her hair. It was so crooked; my mother couldn't fix it. I was put in my room for week because of it. I smiled every day."

"Will 5 to 1 odds be sufficient, dearest?"

"Why do I have a feeling I'm being set up?"

"I'm just asking a question."

"Those odds are acceptable."

"I will bet you $1 billion, payable to the charity of your choice, that I am alive, and still your husband one year from tomorrow."

"Richard, I don't have that kind of money."

"Yes, you do, dear. What is your last name?"

"Finch, oh fuck, it's Luck now! Oh hell, when Debbie figures this out I'm doomed."

"When she figures what out?"

"The initials of my name. Richard you've turned me into a 'Raffle'."

"I'm sorry, Rebecca, you have me on this one."

"Rebecca Audrey Finch Luck= (I am a RAFL) = Raffle."

"You're nuts, rich as hell, but totally certifiable."

"I got you to stop thinking about sex, didn't I?"

"No, you didn't. What do you think is sliding between the vulva of your vagina? Why do you think you're leaking so propitiously all over my thighs? Why do you think you're rocking back and forth so slowly, and so evenly, while you're talking, breathlessly, to me? And finally, why is your chest so red, and your face glistening, while you believe you are having a pleasant conversation with your new husband?"

"Don't ruin this for me! I want to cum, while I am looking into your beautiful eyes."

"You never told me my eyes were beautiful before."

"Well, they are. Now help me, and yourself get where we are going."

"Okay, sweetheart."

He moved his hands under her butt, and lifted her up to kiss her lips torridly. Using her own words, he cheated one more time. While his mouth was claiming hers, he lifted his dick, slid it into position, and nestled it at her opening.

As their kiss ended, he looked into her eyes, and said, "You are the most beautiful woman, I have ever known."

With love glowing all over her face, and a smile on his, he pushed her down quickly. This slammed her once used vagina onto his large penis, in one move.

Rebecca's pupils dilated. Her facial coloring went from soft pink to bright red. Her mouth opened, forming a perfect 'O', but before she could scream, his mouth claimed hers, one more time.

Her hands were another matter, entirely. She couldn't get to his head, because of the position of his arms. However, that left his entire midsection open. She wasn't a doctor, but she knew human anatomy perfectly. She went after his spleen, and kidneys mercilessly.

"Richard, you do not have the brains you were born with. That hurt, and you knew it was going to hurt me, when you did it. Why do you have to be so mean to me?"

"I will let you read my book, when you let me read yours. My book tells me to give you both paradise, and pain, so you will be able to recognize the difference. I told you I would let you have both today, and now you have. I am deep inside you. Are you still in pain, or are you feeling a different sensation deep inside you?"

"You said I was very rich, and gave me 5 to 1 odds, isn't that correct?"

"Before I answer that for you, take a look at your current position, and remember what could happen to you if you say something ill-advised."

"Dammit Richard, why do you have to be so smart, when all I want to do is destroy you? I love you more than my own life, and I don't take that statement lightly. You are clever enough to turn a Buddhist monk into a Jehovah's Witness, overnight. You are much too smart for me."

"I will remind you of what my father always told my mother about their marriage. It is a 50/50 partnership. No one has the upper hand. No one is subservient to the other. Rebecca, in our marriage, we will always be equals. I will never stand above you and demand something of you, you are unwilling to give. I will bend like a branch in the wind to keep you the happiest person alive. The only competition you will ever have is my work. I expect the same from you. I am almost there, are you?"

"With the exception of the 4 little ones I've had, I could use the big one that is hiding in the wings."

"Why don't we go find it?"

"That is an excellent idea. Stay where you are, I will take care of this one."

"Your wish is my command."

"Since when?"

"Be nice, Becky, I still have wonderful shots at that lovely ass of yours if I want them."

"Yeah, like I'm not expecting you to hit me there, while I'm riding you, reverse cowgirl."

"And what page was that on, in your wonderful

book?"

"It was on the cover, asshole!"

"You must have some very advanced reading, at home."

"Shut up, I'm working."

She was, and he had a gorgeous view. Becky was leaning forward, holding on to his thighs as her hips were pumping up and down like a machine, in overdrive. He didn't want to lay stationary, while she was doing everything to bring both of them to fruition so he decided to help!

He reached on to the night table, and dipped his fingers into the bowl of Extra Virgin Olive Oil. He applied the oil to both hands, and began rubbing them against the junction of her thighs and her ass.

Her head turned to see what he was doing, and he smiled at her, sweetly. She didn't trust him as far as she could have thrown him, at this very moment, but she was too far gone to stop what she was doing. Sex was becoming very important to her, and she was enjoying it completely. She would get even with him later, if he hurt her.

He applied more oil to his hands and fingers. He slipped his left hand under her left thigh, past his dick, and into the channel of her vagina. Following it up he found his target, grabbed it, and began masturbating it.

Rebecca screamed, "You fuck, I'm coming."

With that information on notice, 3 very slippery fingers slipped into her rectum at one time.

She screamed again, "Again, here I go again!"

As she started to come down from the 2^nd orgasm, he stopped masturbating her clitoris, and squeezed it, instead.

"No More! I Can't Take Another One! I Can't Cum Again! It Will Kill Me! Richard, Please, No More!"

He pulled out of her vagina and lay her on the bed. Her mouth was open, breathing hard to get some air into her lungs. He inserted his distended penis inside it, and his head dove between her thighs.

With a knee on either side of her head, he took her clit between his lips sucked and licked on it until she gushed her female fluids twice and then collapsed.

He did not remove his penis from her mouth. He kept pumping back and forth, until he felt her start to suck on him again. He was sure she was back when she bit him. He pushed down into her throat in revenge.

She beat on his hips as a sign of subservience, and he slowly pulled back to his normal range. She rubbed his flanks and continued to suck on him until he came deep in her mouth.

She was used to his semen now, even the taste and texture. She knew he came in huge, and seemingly, never ending amounts. She had to swallow it quickly. Every time he squirted into her mouth, she had to swallow, or she would never be able to contain the amount of semen he poured into it the next time.

"God, when we are ready to have children, the first time we have sex, I may as well get used to the fact that I'm going to be pregnant. I don't know how well his swimmers will do in a long race, but he has so many of them, dozens of them will cross the finish line and inseminate as many eggs as are available."

"Are you in there, dear?"

"Yes, you bastard, I'm here. Give me a gun, and I'll kill you now."

"Don't you want to make the bet first?"

"Due to your skillful wording, I will receive no benefit from the bet. It all goes to charity, not me. When I kill you, I want to benefit from it, so I can feel better about myself."

"How will you benefit from my death, Rebecca?"

"I will no longer have anyone be able to come up with answers to my questions that box me into a corner, from which I cannot remove myself. Every time we get into an argument, or discussion, you win. I have never had anyone do that to me, ever. That is how I will benefit from your death. Of course, I will have to kill myself afterwards, because I cannot see myself living without you. Richard, you are truly a conundrum, and I wish I could kick your ass wrestling, or in karate, or any way possible, because I love you so, and I want to hurt you dreadfully."

"Rebecca turn over."

"I am not going to allow you to spank me."

"Who said anything about a spanking. I'm going to fuck you in the ass."

"Not with that look on your face, you're not. You will tear me apart with a smile on your face, just to prove you are in charge."

"May I remind you that you have the worst short-term memory of anyone I have ever known. What did I tell you, and what did we agree on, prior to us getting married?"

"I was a disaster area, before we got married. I barely remembered my grandmother's name during that period of time. How am I supposed to remember anything we agree to, or said?"

"Do you remember agreeing to marry me, twice?"

"My grandfather talked me into that, in order to keep me from falling apart."

"So, you're saying, you didn't want to get married today."

"Don't you start with me. You had to carry me in to the justices of the peace for me to say those 2 words."

"Rebecca, as I recall, you said 7 words in order to marry me. The justice of the peace reminded you that only 2 were necessary. Why did you say 7 words instead of two? Don't lie to me, because I know why."

"You started to move away from me, and I did not want to lose you, not ever. I would crawl across burning coals to keep you."

"Rebecca, do you need something to help you calm down. You're not old enough to drink alcohol, but I can get a doctor to prescribe a tranquilizer for you that will put you to sleep, until tomorrow morning.

What is going on in that head of yours that has you on edge? I told you I am never going to leave you. Do you realize what the word never means to me? If you don't, I'll tell you.

To me the word never means until the stars in the sky go dark. It means until the last atom stops moving, or until the last proton ceases to exist. Please get this through that dense skull of yours, I am going to fight with you every day of our lives, because we are different. That's how we are going to keep the fun in our marriage. We are going to have a fun marriage. After our 13^th child, we will have enough help to build our own spacecraft, from our own plans, with help from Holden and his family. We will have adventures that other people will never envision. We will be the 'next' new Pioneers. We will survey the Southern portion of our universe. We will try to find earth two there, while everyone else will go to the north where many more stars are located."

"Thirteen children, are you out of your fucking mind? Either you are, or you're having them, because it sure isn't going to be me. I agreed to 2, and that was only by default, because of my sister's big mouth. We can play around in bed all you want, but I am not having 13 children. Think about me removing your balls before that happens."

"I told you we were going to have a fun marriage. If you were going to swallow that one, our arguments are going to come as easily, as falling off the couch."

"Do you see what I mean? You just did it to me again. I just can't win with you, Richard, and the only way for me to win is by killing you."

"Okay, I submit my body to your will. You can do to me what you suggested before; you can fuck me to death."

"I'm sure I hate you, but while I'm thinking about it, get the olive oil, and lubricate my bottom. I'll get you ready to get inside me. Have you read about how to do it properly?"

"Baby, tell me if there is one young boy, past the age of puberty, that has not read about the method of entering the bottom of a female properly. If you locate him, I'll show you a young boy who is going to be a priest, a hermit, or desirous of a sex change operation."

"Well, from your previous activity, I know you're not practicing to become a priest. I'm not sure about the hermit, because you could go into space by yourself, if I kick you out of our spacecraft, without a spacesuit on. I'm not sure how I could find out about the last category legally."

"Be nice, Rebecca, or my hand could accidentally wind up in your ass."

"It's called 'Fisting.' It's not recommended, until my rectum has been well used, and stretched. However, it is part of intimate sexual play."

"I have to read this book of yours. It must have been written by the Marquis de Sade. Shoving my hand up your ass would cause you intense pain. You would be screaming for days, if not weeks, and not able to sit down interminably."

"Tomorrow you can go online and order a copy of the book for your personal use. Apparently, you've lived a very sheltered sexual life. My mother allowed us to grow sexually, as long as it was only by using literature, and not physically. I will admit, at times, the book excited me. There were times Deborah couldn't breathe. Other times, she was breathing so fast I thought she was going to hyperventilate, and go unconscious. You are not allowed to orgasm by yourself, you are a married man, and I demand to be with you."

"Madam, you will not be with me."

"Why?"

"I am going to be in you, instead."

"That is more than acceptable. I'm ready. It appears you're ready. If you hurt me, I'll kill you."

"We have agreed you're not going to kill me. Would you please find something else to say besides that word?"

"We will talk about it later. How about some foreplay?"

"I love foreplay."

"I love it more."

"There you go again, trying to beat me at my own game."

"Will you never learn to keep your mouth shut?"

"If I keep my mouth shut, you will not get effective foreplay."

"I'm sure I hate you."

He licked her nipple.

She moaned, and instantly changed her mind about hating him. She grabbed his head and pushed it down on her breast.

His mouth opened and tried to suck the entire breast into it as his right thumb descended into her vagina and pressed on her hooded warrior.

Rebecca's hips rose off the bed to put more pressure on her clit, and she rotated them to get more pleasure.

His left arm moved under her left leg, lifting it, and attacking her anus. He moved his mouth to hers, from her breast, as she was about to yelp from the rough intrusion of a thumb, into her rectum. She couldn't, because he was keeping her from breathing.

From just a thumb, a finger soon joined it, and then two. Suddenly, they were all gone, and she was able to relax.

They returned together, and slid in easily, because of the addition of more olive oil. She was being finger fucked, and she didn't know what to think of it, yet. However, she read extensively about this in her book, and was comforted by it.

The finger on her clit was making her sweat. The traitor was outside now, and he was giving it no mercy. He was so good at it. She was beginning to think he practiced on someone, to get so good. She also wanted to breathe. She, finally, breathe through her nose. In came a huge breath of air, and she began kissing him back with vigor.