A Talent for Surrender (19 page)

On the drive home, Dan didn’t know what to think. He hadn’t really expected her to let him come, but then he hadn’t expected her to mount him and let him suck on her nipples either.

The session had been surprising and shocking and utterly unimaginably arousing. His cock was still half hard and he was having to make a supreme effort to concentrate on the road when all he wanted to do was pull over to the kerb and relieve himself.

What had shocked him most, he realised, as he turned out of her road, was the way she had simply abandoned him at the end of the session. He’d expected her to invite him upstairs for coffee and brownies as she had done in the past but she’d simply told him to let himself out. He felt rejected and disappointed and somehow unworthy.

He’d been looking forward to the opportunity to talk to her about his experience in the relaxed surroundings of her cosy kitchen but instead he was driving home still horny and with everything buzzing around in his head.

Then it came to him that she’d deliberately not invited him upstairs because she wanted him to feel like a client. Sadie’s responsibility only extended as far as the financial transaction. The client’s arousal, his emotional responses to the session were his own affair. He laughed softly to himself.

He drove straight to Sarah’s as fast as the speed limit would allow. He rang the doorbell, praying that she was home. When he saw her approaching down the hall, he undid the button at the front of his trousers and unzipped his fly.

‘You’re a lovely surprise.’ Sarah smiled. She was still in her dressing gown.

Dan stepped into the hall and closed the door behind him.

‘And here’s another one.’ He pushed his clothes down to his knees, freeing his erection. ‘Get on your knees.’

Sarah smiled. She slowly slid to the floor. She gripped his cock at the base and Dan gasped. She swallowed him. Her mouth was hot and silky. She cupped his balls, gently rolling them inside their sac. Her head bobbed. She flicked her tongue over the sensitive tip and pressed it against the eye.

Dan was breathing hard. He tingled all over. Sarah stared up at him, an expression of pure bliss on her face. Her dressing gown had fallen open and he could see her cleavage and the top of her breasts.

He was rigid with tension, vibrating with excitement and arousal. Her mouth moved rhythmically. She stroked his balls. He rocked his hips, establishing a rhythm. Snuffly breath snorted out of her nostrils. Dan handled her hair, pulling it away from her face and holding it back. The shape of her mouth around his cock looked utterly obscene, expressing both surprise and compliance.

She began to deep throat him. He let out a long low moan. He could feel her hot breath against his naked pubis and her chin bumping against his balls. His thigh muscles were taut and quivering. The knot of tension in his belly grew hard and dense.

He held her hair away from her face, giving him a full view of her mouth on his cock. Her eyes closed and she sucked hungrily. He thrust his hips, fucking her between the lips.

He was gasping and moaning. Sarah was making little satisfied mewling noises. Her dressing gown had slid off her shoulders, exposing the top of her arms and her long slender neck. Her dark hair bobbed and danced.

Heat and excitement boiled in his gut like lava. He was panting like a steam train. He was going to come. He shortened his strokes and Sarah followed suit. She sucked on his cock, tightening her mouth around it and Dan let out an involuntary grunt of pleasure and surprise. She pulled softly on his scrotum.

He fucked her face in short urgent strokes. Icy shivers slid along his spine. The tension burst. He gave a final deep thrust and arched his back. He began to howl in triumph and release.

He was coming in her mouth, pumping out streams of hot sperm. She swallowed it all, making soft little murmurs of satisfaction and pleasure. It kept on coming, like a tidal wave, knocking the breath out of him and making his knees wobble.

His fingers gripped her hair, pressing her face against his throbbing cock. He howled out his pleasure and relief, head thrown back and eyes closed. When it was finally over he looked down at Sarah and smiled. He stroked her hair.

She gave his softening cock a final reluctant kiss and released it. ‘Well, now, you were a horny boy.’ She sat back on her heels and looked up at him. ‘And you seem to have had a shave. I can’t help feeling there’s something you’re not telling me . . .’

Ten

A week later Dan and the crew went with Hellfire 2000 to a party thrown by the artist Jude Ryan to celebrate her new exhibition. Dan did a piece to camera and wandered around the gallery looking at the sexually explicit exhibits. He found himself particularly drawn to the sculptures. Mostly they featured naked men and women in chains, cuffs or ropes.

There was a life-size bronze of a naked woman on all fours, her head raised as if gazing into the eyes of her lover. Her breasts hung beneath her, nipples erect, and it was obvious to Dan that her chest was heaving with excitement. He bent down and put his face inches from hers. He almost expected to feel her hot breath on his skin.

‘Do you like it? It’s called “Surrender”. It’s one of my particular favourites.’ She held out her hand. ‘I’m Jude Ryan.’

Dan looked up and saw a tall woman with long dark hair. ‘Yes . . . yes. I do.’ She was wearing a simple red dress that emphasised her curves. He got to his feet and only then did he notice that she was holding a slender black leash at the end of which knelt a man who was gazing up at her with exactly the same look of adoration as the sculpture. He shook her hand. ‘She looks almost real. How do you do that?’

She laughed. ‘That’s where the talent comes in. Though the three years at art college helps too. Apparently you’re going to interview me later. I’m looking forward to it.’

‘Me too.’ He noticed that she had striking eyes. They seemed full of life and humour. They were compelling and hypnotic.

‘But, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll have to move on. I’ve just spotted the art critic from
London Now
and I ought to butter him up.’ She smiled at Dan and turned away.

Dan watched her walk across the room with the young man following at her heels. From the ease with which he moved on hands and knees Dan thought he must have had plenty of practice.

He left Dave, Rick and Dennis to get some shots of the partygoers while he went off to the buffet. He’d loaded up his plate and was looking around for somewhere to sit when he heard a familiar voice.

‘If I didn’t know better I’d think you were stalking me.’

‘Jo.’ He turned to look at her. ‘I could say the same of you.’

Jo picked up a morsel from the buffet table and popped it into her mouth. She was wearing a black dress with a fitted bodice and a sweetheart neckline. Around her throat was a simple black ribbon and her hair had been swept up and twisted into a French pleat. Her skin was pale and flawless and Dan thought her décolleté looked as though it had been dusted with iridescent powder. Her lips were glossy and red.

Jo shrugged and smiled enigmatically. ‘I’m here because of Sam. She and Jude Ryan are old friends. Do you like her work?’ She tapped her fingernails against her wineglass.

‘I didn’t know it until today but yes, I do. It’s very . . . powerful.’

‘And so is she. Have you met?’

‘Only briefly but I’m supposed to be interviewing her later. I’m looking forward to it.’

‘And did you meet Michael?’ Jo smiled and Dan thought he could see a playful glint in her green eyes.

‘Is that the man who was kneeling at her feet at the end of a lead? She didn’t introduce us.’

‘Yes, that’s him. He’s an artist too.’

‘Really? I didn’t know that.’

‘He used to be famous for graphic images of men dominating women. Quite cold actually . . . I always thought there was something hard and soulless about them. Unlike Jude’s work . . . there’s something quite moving and . . . I don’t know . . . tender about her art. But Michael’s work totally changed when he met Jude.’

‘That sounds intriguing. What does he do now?’

‘Exactly the opposite. He’s got an exhibition coming up, you should go. He creates beautiful heartbreaking images of submissive men surrendering to powerful beautiful women. They’re quite something.’ She leaned in close. ‘As a matter of fact I’ve got one of his sculptures in my bedroom.’

‘I see.’ He lowered his voice. ‘And do you find it inspirational?’

Jo laughed. ‘Still trying to get me to admit to being kinky, I see.’

‘You can hardly blame me for trying. Are you saying Michael was dominant before he met Judge?’

She nodded. ‘He was famous for it.’

‘But, surely, we know our own natures. It’s not possible to change from one extreme to its opposite just like that. He must have been submissive all along.’

Jo shrugged. ‘That’s certainly what Jude believes. He was always submissive, he just didn’t know it until he met her and she unlocked that part of him.’ She sipped her drink, never taking her eyes off him.

Dan leaned in close. ‘And what do you think?’ He could smell her perfume and feel the heat rising from her skin.

Jo looked at him silently, her beautiful lips curved into a smile but her brow creased by a frown. Finally, she spoke. ‘I’m a chameleon. I spend my days being competent and professional and my evenings putting myself into my characters’ heads. I think we are all capable of feeling and believing an infinite variety of things. What we are is fluid not fixed.’ She paused to sip her wine.

‘With certain people, or in certain circumstances, we may be one way yet another person brings out something completely different in us. A dominant powerful woman may meet a man who she longs to kneel before even though she’s never felt that way about another soul. It’s how the two of them connect.’ She was smiling as she spoke and her cheeks glowed pink.

‘That’s interesting.’ Dan couldn’t take his eyes off her.

‘Haven’t you ever had a partner with a particular sexual interest which you’d never considered? It might be spanking, or sodomy, or dressing up. You go along with it because you don’t feel strongly either way and you want to please her and much to your surprise you turn out to love it and you want to do it from then on, with other partners.’ She looked into his eyes, waiting for an answer, and Dan felt a slow slither of pleasure slide along his spine.

He nodded. ‘Yes, I have, as a matter of fact. I have a lover who likes her nipples abused and, at first, I was frightened of doing it but now I love it. She bucks underneath me like a volcano and I love being able to let go – to not worry about hurting her or going too far. It’s a special and intense thing between us and I’d be sorry if it had to stop.’

‘There you are then. And, perhaps, when you’ve had your session with Sadie you’ll discover a few more things about yourself that you didn’t know.’

‘As a matter of fact I’ve already had it.’

‘Really? I’d really like to know what you thought of it.’ She swirled the wine in her glass. ‘But if you think it’s too personal, I’ll completely understand.’

‘No, no . . . I’d love to talk about it. How about if you come to dinner at my house. Shall we say Friday at eight?’

‘Yes, I’d like that. Thank you.’

‘And perhaps you’ll finally put me out of my misery about whether or not you’re kinky. After our dinner the other night I realised that we’d barely even spoken about you.’

Jo laughed. ‘I promise you I’m not being deliberately mysterious. I tell you what . . . I’ll give you twenty questions on Friday. I’ll even play truth, if you like. I’ve nothing to hide.’

‘Really? That’s not how it seems.’

Jo shrugged. ‘You just haven’t asked me the right questions yet. But you’re an investigative reporter. There’s plenty of time before Friday for you to come up with a suitable list. You can probe as hard as you like. I always enjoy a good grilling.’

Dan opened his mouth to speak but Jo interrupted. She laid a hand on his arm. ‘I’ve got to go, I’m afraid. I’ve got another appointment and I don’t want to be late. See you on Friday.’ She squeezed his arm and walked away.

Dan walked down the hall to answer the doorbell. At the bottom of the stairs he paused and looked at himself in the full-length mirror. He’d dressed simply in black jeans and a plain long-sleeved T-shirt. He’d shaved for the second time that day and his hair was still slightly damp from the shower. It looked wavy and unruly. He ran his fingers through it, pushing it back off his face.

The bell rang again and he hurried down the hall and opened the door. ‘Jo. Sorry to keep you waiting.’

He held the door open and she stepped inside. She was wearing a black silk shift dress printed with enormous scarlet daisies. It scooped low in the front and Dan could see the top of her breasts and the dark hollow between them.

‘No problem. I wouldn’t want to interrupt an alpha male’s grooming ritual.’

The hall was narrow so that their bodies were practically touching. She looked up at him. Dan felt his cheeks colouring. He closed the door.

‘You saw me looking in the mirror?’ He felt foolish and wrong-footed and not for the first time in her company. The quivery feeling of disquiet beneath his ribs was beginning to feel like an old friend.

She nodded. ‘But don’t worry. I take it as a compliment.’ She sniffed the air. ‘And is that Antaeus I smell? You’ve obviously made an effort. Does that indicate an eagerness to please, do you think?’

He laughed. ‘You’re suggesting I have a submissive nature? You’re not the first woman to bring it up, actually. Come through to the kitchen. We can have a glass of wine while I prepare the starter. It’s this way.’ He walked towards the kitchen.

‘Sure. What are we having?’ Jo followed him down the hall. Her high heels clip-clopped noisily against the wooden floor.

‘Nothing fancy. Chilli and garlic prawns to start and fillet steak and salad to follow. Sit down and I’ll open the wine.’ He pulled out a chair and Jo sat down.