A Talent for Surrender (17 page)

He pressed his body against hers. He could feel her breasts pressing up against him and the soft curve of her belly. He brought up a hand and stroked her hair. His heart was pounding and his armpits prickled with sweat. He ended the kiss and stepped back.

‘Well.’ Jo reached out and took his hand. ‘I can’t remember the last time I had to stand on tiptoes to kiss a man. It makes a welcome change.’

Dan enjoyed the walk home. The air cleared his head and the simple repetitive motion seemed to soothe and relax him, ready for sleep. It wasn’t until he put the key in his front door that he realised that Jo had yet again managed to avoid telling him whether or not she was kinky.

Nine

Dan had arranged to visit Sadie for his private session early on Sunday morning. As he climbed into the car he felt vulnerable and uncertain but, nevertheless, there was a hard little kernel of secret excitement in the centre of his chest.

The rest of the team knew nothing about his bargain with her, and he’d deliberately avoided mentioning it to Sarah, though that didn’t make sense really because they’d been lovers for years and trusted each other with their secrets. But, somehow, it just felt too personal, too vulnerable.

Jo alone knew about the visit, though he still couldn’t work out why he’d mentioned it to her in the first place. At least he knew he could trust her. After all, she’d admitted she was Rosalind Quirt and had trusted him to keep her secret.

For some reason he felt that Jo would understand anything he said. She’d never judge him or try to impose her own values. He laughed softly. Though he didn’t believe in fate, he could almost believe that life seemed to be throwing the two of them together. She cropped up everywhere he went, like a bad penny.

There was something about Jo that Dan found comforting and reassuring and that’s what made it so easy to talk to her. But another part of her – the part that made his heart beat twice as fast as usual and his cock tingle – was surprising, challenging and slightly dangerous; as if anything might happen when he was with her. He couldn’t wait to talk to her about his session with Sadie. He didn’t doubt that he’d find her insights interesting and perceptive.

As he turned into Sadie’s road, for a moment he considered turning around and driving home again. But he knew that if he wanted her continued cooperation and her respect he couldn’t back out. He parked the car and locked it. At the bottom of her path he paused for a moment.

As he stood with one hand on the gate, it came to him with a shocking clarity just what it was he was afraid of. The utter panic that filled him, that made his hands shake and his heart pound, was caused by a fear that he’d actually like it.

If he enjoyed the session, as he feared he would, he’d be completely defenceless before her. She’d know his most secret desires and the balance of power would be changed forever. He shut the gate behind him and walked up the path.

He rang the bell and waited. After a few minutes he saw Sadie approaching down the hall. She opened the door silently and he stepped inside.

She was wearing long black gloves, thigh-length spike-heeled boots and a skimpy garment shaped like an all-in-one swimming costume, except that it was made out of shiny PVC. It clung to her lithe body like a second skin. It was cut high at the legs, almost to her hip bones, and Dan was fairly certain that her pubic hair must have been removed because the gusset was only about an inch and a half wide.

‘I want to start by making it clear that, if we go ahead today, there’s no turning back. This is real . . . it’s private and absolutely confidential, but it is real. No masks, no playacting, no place to hide. So it has to be what you want. Do you understand?’

Dan nodded slowly. ‘Yes. That’s what I want.’

‘Very good.’ She smiled. ‘Then I’d like you to take your clothes off please – all of them. You can leave them on that chair.’

Dan began to unbutton his shirt. His fingers were clumsy and slow. He undid his cuffs and pulled off his shirt. He went to toss it on the chair but Sadie shook her head slowly and he understood that he was to fold it. He took his time folding it neatly then laid it on the chair.

He toed off his shoes then bent down to remove his socks. He could feel icy fingers sliding along his spine. His cock was tingling. He undid the button at the top of his fly and unzipped his trousers. He deliberately turned his back to her to hide his growing erection. He slid them down over his hips and bent to take them off.

He pushed down his boxers, pausing to extricate his hard-on, then slid them down and stepped out of them. He turned slowly round with both hands cupped over his crotch.

‘Move your hands, please. I know you’ve got an erection, there’s no point hiding it.’

‘Sorry . . .’ Dan’s voice sounded quiet and wavering. ‘Mistress,’ he remembered to add. He uncovered himself and stood with his hands down by his sides. She ran the tip of one gloved finger along the underside of his cock, lifting it up then releasing it so that it waved obscenely.

‘You’ve got nothing at all to be ashamed of . . . quite the contrary. It’s a very impressive example as a matter of fact. Though, as far as I am concerned, your cock is of no interest whatsoever. It’s mildly useful in helping me to gauge how much you’re enjoying my attentions, but you needn’t imagine you’re going to be allowed any relief. Do I make myself clear?’ Sadie looked him straight in the face.

‘Yes, mistress.’ He avoided her eyes, uncertain if it was permitted or not. His erection still stood out at halfmast.

‘Now, I want you to get down on your belly and crawl to the dungeon like the worm that you are.’ Sadie’s voice was hard and full of contempt.

Dan slid to his knees and lay down flat on the floor. Sadie walked away from him.

Dan slithered slowly forwards on his belly. His skin rubbed painfully against the carpet. He made slow progress, alternately moving his arms and legs like a lizard. He struggled to keep his head high, so that he could see Sadie. He saw her open the door at the top of the stairs and pause, waiting for him.

He could smell the gritty aroma of the carpet and his own sweat. He was panting from exertion and every movement felt as though he was dragging his body over coarse sandpaper. When he reached the top of the stairs Sadie began to descend, expecting him to follow.

Dan negotiated the steps with difficulty. He held onto the edge of each stair with both hands and slowly lowered himself. He felt completely unstable with his feet so much higher than his head and his body at a 45-degree angle.

His body banged painfully against the steps. His glasses had slid down his nose and the front of his hair had fallen in his face. When he reached the bottom of the stairs Sadie was waiting for him, holding the door open. He crawled through it and into the corridor. The flagstones were icily cold and he flinched.

Dan followed Sadie down the corridor. The flagstones didn’t scratch him like the carpet but they were so smooth and cold that his sweaty body kept sticking to them, making it difficult to move. His neck and shoulders ached from the effort of holding his head up. When he finally reached the dungeon and Sadie allowed him to stand up he was dirty, scratched and exhausted.

He stood to attention in the centre of the room, waiting for orders. Sadie went over to a trolley at the side of the room and picked up her utility belt. She wrapped it around her hips and buckled it up. Dan didn’t dare turn his head to look, but he tried to identify the implements that hung from it. She wheeled the trolley across the room and put it beside the whipping bench then came back into the centre of the room and stood in front of Dan.

‘I want you to know that I don’t do this for all of my clients, Dan. But since you’ve agreed to this session – not because you chose to, but because I forced you into it – I thought I ought to reciprocate the enormous trust that you’ve shown to me. Normally I’d consider this sort of thing too personal, too vulnerable to do with a client but I thought it was important to show you that I appreciate how defenceless you’re making yourself for me.’ Sadie began to unzip something at the top of her costume and Dan realised that there was a zip running underneath the cups of the bra part of her outfit. She undid both zips and the bra cups came away in her hands.

She held them in front of her breasts for a moment then smiled at Dan and tossed them aside. Dan felt a rush of excitement crashing over him. Blood pounded in his ears. Her breasts were small and pointed, her nipples the colour of milk chocolate. Her areolae were quite small but the nipples themselves were thick and long. Sadie began to walk over to him.

‘Thank you, mistress. It’s a beautiful gesture. I’m honoured.’ As Dan gazed at Sadie’s nipples he felt his cock gradually stiffening and rising until it pointed almost to the ceiling, but this time he wasn’t ashamed.

Sadie smiled. ‘Will you mount the whipping bench for me please?’

Dan climbed up onto it, laying his body along it and lowering his arms, ready for the restraints.

The leather felt cold and clammy against his skin. Sadie fastened the restraints. He felt the blood rushing to his head and his nose growing blocked as he hung his head.

His cock was rigid and aching. His heart thumped. As Sadie fastened the final strap across the small of his back he felt utterly powerless and unbelievably excited.

He closed his eyes and waited. His skin already felt hot and uncomfortable beneath the restraints. He could feel his erection trapped between his body and the padded leather bench.

Dan assumed that Sadie was selecting a suitable weapon to whip him with. He strained his ears but all he could hear was the distant sound of traffic and the sound of his own frenzied breathing. He heard Sadie’s heels clacking against the flagstones and braced himself in the expectation of pain. There was a soft slithering sort of noise like clothes being removed. Dan struggled to make sense of it and realised she was taking off her gloves. She picked up something from the trolley then walked around him until she was standing directly behind him.

Dan suddenly felt vulnerable and afraid. The bench was raked slightly so that his head was lower than his bottom. It forced his arse upwards and spread his legs apart. He knew that his rear end would be obscenely on display and totally exposed. A cold shiver slid along his spine and the hairs on the back of his neck began to prickle.

‘Have you ever been fucked in the arse, Dan? Perhaps you’re one of those men who likes a woman to strap on a cock and take him like a girl.’ She stroked along the crack of his arse with a fingertip and the shock of it made his body quiver.

‘No . . . no, mistress. Never. Some women like to slide in a finger while they’re sucking you, that’s as far as I’ve ever gone.’ Dan’s body was rigid with excitement and anticipation. His cock had begun to leak pre-come, wetting his belly and the leather beneath him.

‘That’s not very adventurous. A funny thing happens when a woman fucks a man. The balance of power completely changes. The woman feels masterful and aggressive and the man becomes passive and receptive. It can be quite mind-blowing.’

‘Are you going to fuck me?’ Dan could hear the anxiety in his own voice.

Sadie laughed. ‘If I want to, yes. Haven’t you realised yet? I can do whatever I want.’ She walked slowly around the bench, her heels clip-clopping against the floor. She bent down and put her face beside his. He lifted his head, trying to look at her. ‘And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.’

Dan’s cock tingled. Sadie reached out and pushed the damp hair away from his face. He gazed at her, hardly daring to breathe. She stood up and walked slowly back to the other end of the bench.

He felt the flat of one warm hand on his buttock and, a second later, something cold and slippery being spread around his arsehole. She was lubing him. His body tensed and he let out a long excited sigh.

The lube squelched noisily as she worked it in. He could feel her fingers circling his hole. His body was tense and trembling. Heat burned in his crotch.

Sadie pressed a fingertip inside him. It slid past his sphincter, bringing his nerve endings to life. His body jolted forwards and his erection rubbed against the wet leather.

She pushed her finger all the way in then began to slide it out again. Dan clenched and unclenched his fists. His arse felt alive, tingling with pleasure and excitement. Sadie pushed in a second finger and he gasped.

Dan was panting and moaning. He could feel his nipples, hard and sensitive, against the slick leather. Sadie curled her fingers and pressed their tips against his prostate and his body shuddered.

He could feel his muscles gripping her fingers. His cock was squeezed pleasurably between his body and the bench. His arse tingled and prickled with unfamiliar excitement.

Sadie slid in a third finger and Dan felt his muscles stretch. The sensation of fullness and intrusion was incredible. Each tiny movement of her fingers inside him caused dozens of delicious pinpricks that sent ripples all the way to his toes.

He felt her other hand cupping and stroking his balls and he let out a cry of shock and appreciation. Her hand slid beneath him, palm uppermost and squeezed his erection. Dan gasped. Her fingers withdrew from his hole and, for a moment, he felt abandoned. Then he felt something thick and slippery pushing against his opening. Not a finger this time, it was hard and cold and sort of rubbery.

It began to slide inside him and Dan felt his muscles opening to accommodate it. Sadie squeezed and stroked his erection as she pushed it into him. It must be a dildo, Dan thought, the silicone type that’s moulded to look like a cock. He closed his eyes and panted as it filled him.

He could feel it sliding past his excited, electrified nerve endings, unleashing a wave of shivery tingles. Sadie’s slippery hand was warm around his cock. The dildo slid all the way in and Dan screamed in pleasure and intrusion.