Twilight Express, Chap. 12: Friday Morning

Revised December 14. New visitors to this site may want to follow this link to Chapter One.

Friday morning was dreary and wet. Since he had originally planned to work on a new proposal during his time in the country, Shinichi rose quietly while Melina slept. He had watched her move restlessly in her sleep, her eyes twitching. He wondered what she had been dreaming.

After about an hour's work on the proposal, Melina came into his cluttered little studio, still in her bathrobe and hair uncombed. Although she looked tired, her pale face drawn, her mood was cheerful. She offered to bring him coffee. Perhaps they could venture out in the afternoon if the rain stopped.

As she softly closed the door to his studio, Shinichi watched her leave. Already he was dreading her departure to Sapporo, not only because of her physical absence, but because he feared she might decide not to continue what would soon be a long-distance relationship.

Much of their late-night conversation had dealt with Melina's reaction to Shinichi's tying and blindfolding her. Although he would have released her in an instant had she asked him to, the act had struck a deep and resonant chord within him. Even if Melina disappeared from his life the next day, he would never forget the sight of her bound body framed by the black silk of her discarded dress.

During their late-night talk, Shinichi eventually admitted that he was concerned that she might view him as having a sadistic streak. "Don't you wonder why I take such pleasure in performing acts that suggest that I enjoy watching you suffer?"

She explained that she viewed his decision to take control was, in many ways, a gift. Since he was making the decisions, he freed her to experience sex at its most basic level. Primal was the word she eventually used.

"The roles our DNA assigned since we crawled out of the sea have been that men fuck and women are fucked," she explained, quickly apologizing for her use of the F word. "When you take control, you objectify me. When I am nothing more - or less - than a body, it frees my mind from the mundane things we're usually worrying about. It leaves me with nothing but my desire to be thoroughly fucked by you."

She suddenly added:

"I suppose we're both wondering why we want to do this sort of thing. But do we really need to understand why?"

But the real surprise was when Melina confessed that when she was lying tied, naked and blindfolded in front of him, she had felt immensely powerful – something she had never experienced with another man.