A Talent for Surrender (22 page)

‘We’d better stop, or we’ll be late for dinner. I’ve booked a table.’ She released his face. ‘Get dressed in your own clothes.’ Jo walked back to the dais. ‘But put these on underneath.’ She opened the desk and tossed something at him. Dan caught it.

‘What’s this?’ He stretched out the garment. It was a pair of little girl’s knickers, decorated with rows and rows of frills. He felt his face colouring and his cock twitch. He took off his uniform and began to put them on. He pulled the tight knickers up over his hips with difficulty and arranged his tackle inside their restrictive embrace.

Jo slid off her gown and began to dress. ‘Nobody else will know, but we will . . . that’s the point.’

Over dinner they never mentioned what had happened in the classroom. Dan could barely take his eyes off her. Even in her plain top and trousers she seemed the most glamorous woman in the room. There was something elegant and compelling about her and he wasn’t the only one to notice it. Their waiter was obsequious and fawning and barely even glanced at Dan. And a diner at a nearby table almost tripped over on the way to the loo because he was looking at her.

Dan was conscious of the unfamiliar feel of his little girl’s knickers. They dug in at the legs and the front flattened his crotch. Occasionally, he’d shift his weight in his chair and his sore behind would give him a twinge and his palms were hot where she had caned him.

They walked home from the restaurant, enjoying the warm evening. At the front entrance Jo took a huge iron key out of her handbag and unlocked the door. Instead of heading for the stairs she walked off in the direction of the corridor that led to the school.

‘Follow me,’ she called, without even bothering to look back.

Dan’s cock stirred inside his tight panties. Jo turned on lights as she went. The school seemed enormous and silent and slightly ominous. The only sound was the echoey clack of Jo’s high heels.

She led him into the classroom. She switched on the overhead light and the fluorescent tubes clicked and flickered into life. Without being told, Dan went and stood over by the same desk. His cock was aching and uncomfortable inside the grip of his knickers.

‘Strip down to your knickers and wait for me here.’ She turned and walked away.

Dan could hear the sound of her heels retreating down the corridor. He undressed and stood to attention in front of his desk. Standing practically naked in the huge room he felt foolish and vulnerable. It was dark outside and he could see his reflection in the blackened windows. He looked as ridiculous as he felt and yet his skin felt prickly and sensitive and his cock was tingling.

He heard her high heels approaching and Jo came back into the room followed by a man. A wave of shock crashed over him. His heart thumped.

She came over and stood in front of him, the man following at her heels like an eager puppy. ‘Dan, this is my friend, Costas.’

The man stuck out his hand and Dan shook it. Costas was tall and dark-skinned. Dan thought he was probably Mediterranean, Greek or Italian maybe. Like Jo, he was dressed head to toe in black, in tight jeans and a cap-sleeved T-shirt that clung to his impressive muscles. He was smiling slightly and his chocolate-dark eyes seemed to gleam.

A hard knot of anxiety and excitement had settled under Dan’s ribs.

‘Put your clothes in your desk please, and sit down in your chair.’ Jo’s voice left him in no doubt that she expected unquestioning and instant obedience.

He eagerly complied, lifting the lid of his desk and putting his clothes inside. He sat down. The chair was cold and clammy against his naked skin.

Jo turned and went over and opened the teacher’s desk. She closed the lid and came back to him with a long chain and a padlock. Dan’s eyes widened. His cock ached.

‘Put your hands behind your back please.’ Jo walked behind him and wrapped the end of the chain around his wrists several times. It was icy cold and the links dug into his skin. She began to wind it around his body and the chair. Heat and excitement pumped through his blood.

She wrapped the chain around his body over and over again, then passed it under the seat and over his thighs and soon he was completely encased in chain. It felt heavy and cold and tight.

Jo tugged on the chain, making sure it was tight. He could see the concentration on her face. There was a thin sheen of sweat on her upper lip and a lock of hair had fallen forwards over her forehead and trembled slightly as she tightened the chain.

Finally, she reached the end of the chain and she used the padlock to fasten it. Dan was immobile. Layer upon layer of heavy chain encircled his body like a chrysalis. His crotch was on fire.

When she’d finished, she knelt down beside him. She cupped his face and kissed him. Dan could taste the coffee and brandy they had drunk after their meal. Her hot breath hissed onto his face. She broke the kiss and stood up.

‘Undress please, Costas. You can put your clothes on one of the desks.’

Costas pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing a sculpted six-pack and an impressive set of pecs. He unzipped his jeans and pushed them and his underwear down to his knees in one movement. Dan could see that he was fully shaved. His cock was already semi-erect and seemed huge to Dan, but then he’d seldom seen another man’s in that condition.

Costas straightened up and waited for orders. Dan could see his chest heaving.

‘Go and stand beside my desk please.’

Costas obeyed. Jo stepped onto the dais. She retrieved a canvas travel bag from the seat and put it down on the desk. She began to undo the bag. The noise of the zip was the only sound in the building. It seemed unnaturally loud, obscene and full of promise.

Jo took a leather item from the bag. Costas obviously recognised it because he gasped. She began to fiddle with the leather item and Dan realised that it was a strap-on harness. There was a triangle of leather at the front from which protruded a black silicone cock, realistic in every detail. He could see that inside there was a smaller dildo, designed to fit inside her. A watery shiver of excitement slid along his spine.

‘I’m going to fuck Costas, Dan, if you hadn’t already worked that out. He loves to bend over for me and have his arse used like a cunt.’ She looked at Dan as she said the final word, gauging his reaction. Inside his underwear, his cock ached.

Jo began to undress. ‘On the inside of the harness there’s a series of little bumps which press against my clit and, if I fuck him hard enough, they’ll make me come. I think you’ll find it exciting to watch.’ She dropped her top onto the chair and unhooked her bra.

Her breasts were small and round, her nipples a pale rosy pink. She unzipped her trousers and pulled them down, bending to step out of them. She put them on the chair and began to slide down her knickers. When she straightened up, naked, Dan realised he had been holding his breath.

She was nude except for her high heels and she was magnificent. Porcelain-pale and perfect. Her rosy nipples were already wrinkled and hard. Her pubic hair was short and trimmed, the same light blonde as her hair.

Dan was growing hot and sweaty inside his chain bindings. He couldn’t move a millimetre.

Jo stepped into the harness and pressed the small inner dildo against her crotch. He saw her eyes narrow as it slid inside her and she let out a soft sigh. She buckled the harness around her hips, pulling it tight. The fake cock stood out in front of her, curved upwards towards the ceiling.

She reached into the bag and tossed Costas a bottle of lube. He caught it and dispensed a big dollop onto his fingers. He dropped the bottle back into the bag then reached round and began to lube himself up.

Dan could hear the gel squelching. Costas sighed and his eyes narrowed and Dan realised he must have slid a finger into his own arse.

‘That will do. Now come and bend over the desk.’ Jo’s voice managed to convey both authority and tenderness. Dan could see her chest heaving.

Costas bent over the desk. His body was flat against the top, his arms bent at the elbows. He turned his face to the side and laid his cheek against the surface. He closed his eyes.

His naked arse looked rounded and inviting. Dan could see a mottled patterning of old bruises. His belly tightened.

Jo stepped forwards and bent over Costas. She pressed the tip of her cock between his cheeks. She leaned forwards and Dan saw the tip of the dildo disappear. Costas lifted his head off the desk and balled his hands into fists.

Dan’s cock was aching and squashed. He tried to wriggle to relieve it, but the chains held him fast. Jo slid forwards until the front of her harness was pressed up against Costas. She slowly circled her hips then leaned forward and gripped his shoulders.

She held onto Costas’s shoulders with her eyes closed and her head back. Her nipples were crinkled and erect. He longed to be able to take one into his mouth and suck on it. He struggled against his chains.

Jo pulled on Costas’s shoulders. Her hips thrust in and out, knocking him forwards and banging his thighs against the desk.

Dan could see the taut muscles in her thighs. He imagined the silicone bumps inside the harness rubbing against her clit. Costas was biting his lip. Dan’s erection felt as though it was being gripped in an iron fist. He wriggled and the chains clanked.

Jo fucked Costas like a woman possessed. Her hair had come loose and fell around her face. Costas was panting and moaning. Dan could see that he was thrusting backwards on the dildo, matching her rhythm.

Dan wished it was him bent over the desk with Jo’s cock in his arse. He longed to feel her hands digging into his shoulders and the urgent thrusting of her hips as she fucked him.

Jo pulled on Costas’s shoulders and stabbed her hips. She let out a deep guttural grunt on every jab. Sweat ran down her body. Her breasts bounced as she fucked him. Dan was beside himself with frustration. Heat and excitement pumped around his body.

Costas’s erection stood out beneath him. Every so often he would wriggle his hips, trying to rub his cock against the edge of the desk.

Jo’s hips pumped. Dan could tell that she was building towards orgasm. Her throat and chest were covered in a blotchy red rash. She was moaning and sobbing.

Dan couldn’t think of anything more wonderful or exciting than having her use his eager hole to make herself come. His cock was leaking pre-come and he could feel a wet patch on the front of his panties.

She was fucking Costas so hard that the desk began to rock and his body banged against it on every thrust. Her mouth was open and she was screaming and howling.

Jo began to thrust shallow and fast. Dan could see that her knuckles were white as she gripped him. Costas held onto the desk, bracing himself.

Dan tried to imagine the feel of the fat dildo in his arse and the leather harness bashing against him on each stab. The desk would feel smooth and slick underneath him and he’d have to grip the edge and brace himself to meet her thrusts. Jo was making high keening cries. Her body gleamed, her breasts danced.

Costas’s erection was purple, the skin tight and shiny. Jo began to wail and Dan saw her body begin to tremble. She was coming.

Dan’s crotch was on fire. He struggled in frustration and the chair wobbled and almost teetered over.

She gave one final thrust, pulling hard on Costas’s shoulders and punching her hips forwards. Her body was rigid, her back arched. Her hair was wild around her face. She wailed and sobbed. Her body shook

Dan’s crotch burned as he struggled against his chains. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

He saw her muscles soften as she released Costas’s shoulders. She laughed and opened her eyes. She stepped back and her cock slid out of him. Costas turned his head and looked at her, an expression of loss and disappointment in his brown eyes. Jo patted his arse.

She unbuckled the harness and let it fall to the floor. She rummaged in the travel bag and found a key then held it up for Dan to see. She walked over to him and unlocked his padlock.

The chains clanked and tinkled as Jo unwound them. Finally, Dan was free. His body felt suddenly cold and his arms had gone to sleep. He brought his hands to his knees, wincing in pain.

Jo dropped the coil of chain onto the floor. ‘I suppose you’d like to come now.’

‘I assume that’s a rhetorical question.’ He looked up at her.

Jo laughed. She bent down and whispered. ‘Take off those ridiculous knickers and play with it then.’

Dan stood up and slid down his pants, pausing to extricate his erection. He gripped his cock in his fist. He exhaled in relief and pleasure. He rubbed his foreskin back and forwards over the tip, spreading the pre-come.

It wouldn’t take him long, he knew. His cock was pumped with blood and heat. He closed his eyes and pumped his fist.

It was bliss to handle himself after so much frustration. He could feel the delicious hot tingle spreading up from his groin and along his spine. This was no time for making it last or teasing himself. His need was urgent, visceral and intense.

He fucked his fist, gripping his erection tight. He could hear the rhythmic slapping sound of his hand on his cock. He began to groan and roar.

‘You’re going to come soon, aren’t you?’

He could feel Jo’s hot breath on his face. ‘Yes, miss. I am.’ He was panting and gasping. Sweat trickled down his body. His muscles were taut and trembling. His legs shook.

‘Well, when you do, I want you to catch it in your hand and eat it.’

‘Yes, miss.’ Dan’s voice was a sibilant hiss. The thought of eating his own spunk for her was all it took to tip him over the edge. He brought his hand down hard, pulling back his foreskin. He cupped his other hand over the tip of his cock. He grunted and moaned through gritted teeth. His cock pumped out spunk and the hot liquid splashed into his hand.

He gasped in relief and delight. Every twitch of his cock was accompanied by a wave of shivery exquisite pleasure. Tingles slid along his spine.