A Talent for Surrender (23 page)

Dan opened his eyes and looked down at the cooling spunk in his hand. He looked at Jo and brought it to his lips. He licked up the salty liquid and swallowed it.

Twelve

Costas went up to his own flat and Jo took Dan upstairs for a quick shower before bed. She soaped his body, allowing her hands to slide over his slippery skin and paid loving attention to his cock. Her pussy ached.

They towelled each other off and climbed, naked, into bed. Jo lay with her head on Dan’s chest. He stroked her back, making her tingle. She could hear his heart beating. She listened as his breathing slowed down into the rhythm of sleep. She closed her eyes.

When she woke up in the morning Dan was leaning on an elbow looking at her.

She smiled at him then leaned forwards and kissed him. ‘Hello. Have you been staring at me long?’

He shook his head. ‘Only a couple of minutes. I don’t think I’ve ever told you how beautiful you are.’ He stroked her hair.

‘Thank you. So you still like me after I was so mean to you last night?’ She propped herself up against the pillows.

‘Yes, of course I do. Though you were very mean.’

‘I know . . . you understand why I brought Costas downstairs, I hope.’ She took his hand.

‘I think I do. Sadie has a slave – a lover – who helps her in the dungeon. I thought it must be torture for him to watch her with other men. I couldn’t imagine how he stood it. But when I asked her she told me that she made him do it to bring home to him quite how thoroughly she owned him. I imagine you had something similar in mind.’ Dan was gazing at her. Without his glasses he looked vulnerable and boyish.

‘Yes, that’s more or less it. I wanted you to understand that obedience means doing whatever I ask, no matter how unpalatable it might be.’

‘Or frustrating . . .’ He smiled.

‘You got to come in the end, didn’t you?’

‘But I had to do it myself and, more importantly, you robbed me of the pleasure of making you come.’ He slid across the bed and slid his hand between her legs. Jo gasped as his warm fingers covered her crotch.

‘I certainly didn’t intend to deprive you of that pleasure for ever.’ She opened her legs.

‘Why don’t I make up for lost time, then?’ He threw back the covers and crawled across the mattress. He nestled down between her legs. She felt heat and moisture as Dan opened his mouth and began to lick.

Jo sighed as Dan’s mouth awakened her clit. She gripped the bed’s rails and began to slowly move her hips. She felt pinpricks of pleasure creeping up her nape and over her scalp.

Dan’s fingertips trailed over her thighs. She shivered. They moved up her sides, slowly enlivening every pore and particle with pleasure. She gasped.

His thumbs flicked across the tips of her nipples, making her shiver. She writhed and bucked as his tongue worked its magic. Hot breath rushed out of his nose, warming her skin.

Jo was beginning to sweat. Her nipples throbbed. She reached down and pinched them, rolling the fat buds between thumb and forefinger. They prickled and stung with pleasure/pain. She arched her back.

She had begun to moan. Her body thrashed. Dan’s arms were wrapped around her writhing hips. She imagined his cock, rigid and painful now, aching for release.

She rocked her hips, rubbing her excited pussy against his face. Her clit tingled. Her hands gripped the bedrails behind her head tighter. She looked down at his face. His eyes were half closed, slitted and dancing.

The rest of his face was hidden beneath her crotch. Heat and tension was beginning to spread out from her pelvis. Her arms were locked rigid as she gripped the rail. She rocked her hips, rubbing herself against Dan’s eager face, establishing a rhythm.

Excited shivers slid up and down her spine. Her crotch ached. She looked down at Dan’s face. His eyelids gleamed in the light. He sucked on Jo’s clit, lavishing it with his tongue. Jo’s body quivered and shook. She held on tight to the railings, holding herself in place.

Dan’s mouth was slippery and soft. She could feel his body heat seeping into her. Her nipples were erect and sensitive. Dan’s mouth slid against her excited cunt. Tension twisted in her gut. Dan’s lids flicked open his eyes and looked up at her, his eyes glistening and intense.

Her skin was sensitive and alive. Her crotch prickled with pleasure and congestion. She dug her heels into the mattress and rocked her hips.

Excitement pumped around her bloodstream. Her clit responded to every tiny flutter of his tongue and, a moment later, she felt the same excitement and pleasure in her swollen nipples. She arched her back.

Jo reached down and stroked Dan’s hair. She trailed her fingertips down over his face. He shivered. Dan stepped up the pace, matching the rhythm of her pumping hips. Her clit was tense and tingling.

She felt a finger at her entrance which then slid past her muscles. He curled his finger and pressed it hard against Jo’s sweet spot. A jolt of excitement shot up her spine. She felt a second finger against the tight ring of her arsehole and she knew she was going to come.

Her body was rigid and quivering. Her hips moved urgently. Dan sucked on her clit, pressing both fingers hard inside her.

She felt electrified. Little shocks of pleasure slid over her skin. She thrashed her head against the pillow, matting her hair.

Jo was grunting and moaning. The pleasure was building, ready to explode. Her body was rigid. She ground her crotch against Dan’s mouth.

Jo’s thrusts had grown shorter and more urgent. Dan sucked hard on her clit and massaged her G-spot. Jo could feel her muscles grip his fingers. Her body trembled and shook.

She ground her crotch against Dan’s face, her strokes short and urgent. The tension burst and she let out a high keening cry as she began to come.

Waves of pleasure and release shot up her spine and slid down her legs to her feet. Her back arched. She pressed her heels down into the mattress, bringing her hips up off the bed.

It kept on coming. Shivery tingling ripples crept up her nape and over her scalp. Her toes curled, her nipples throbbed. She gasped and mewled.

She was sweaty and exhausted, her muscles ached. She relaxed back against the pillow. Dan crawled up the bed and took her in his arms. She could feel his heart beating as she lay against his chest. She stroked his belly.

‘I hate to spoil the moment,’ he said finally, ‘but I need a piss.’

Jo laughed softly. ‘Do you? That gives me an idea. Come with me.’ She slid off the bed and towards the bathroom.

After a moment’s hesitation, Dan followed.

She picked up her tooth glass and handed it to him. ‘There you are . . . can you fill that for me?’

Dan raised an eyebrow. ‘Not from here – as the old joke goes.’ He walked over and took it. He gripped his cock in one hand and lowered the glass. ‘I’m not sure I’ll be able to go, actually . . . I’m not used to an audience. And it’s still a bit hard. Which doesn’t help.’

Jo watched his cock. She noticed that his pubic hair had begun to grow, speckling his skin with dark stubble. Even soft, his cock was thick and long. He held it between thumb and forefinger, pointing it into the glass. He exhaled and began to piss.

Hot piss filled the glass. Her nipples stiffened. Her crotch still felt liquid and soft from her orgasm and her clit tingled.

‘Oops. Better stop.’ Dan handed her the glass and stepped up to the loo. He bent to lift the seat and began to pee again. Jo admired the strong muscles in his long thighs. His body was lean and lithe and his hand, holding his cock, was slender and elegant. He gazed down at his crotch as the arc of golden liquid tinkled into the bowl.

He noticed her looking and he looked up and smiled. When he’d finished he rolled his foreskin between thumb and forefinger to shake off the drips. ‘If you’ll move away from the sink I can wash my hands.’ He smiled at her.

‘I want you to drink this first.’ She held up the glass.

‘All of it?’ He made a face.

‘A couple of mouthfuls at least.’ Heat welled up in her crotch.

He took the glass. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it. ‘I think I’d find it a lot more palatable if it was your piss.’

‘I know. That’s the point.’ She leaned against the sink. ‘But don’t worry. You’ll be drinking mine before too long.’

‘Bottoms up.’ Dan brought the glass to his lips and drank it down in one. He handed her the empty glass.

‘Well . . . that was above and beyond. Thank you.’ She took the glass.

‘I wanted to show you how serious I am about this.’

‘So . . .’ She reached for his hand. ‘I’ve corrupted you. How wonderful. Now I think it’s time you fucked me.’ She could hear the arousal in her own voice.

‘With pleasure.’ He turned towards the bedroom but she pulled on his hand, holding him back.

‘Why don’t we do it in here? Pervery is always more exciting if you do it in unexpected surroundings, don’t you think?’

Dan smiled. Jo stepped forwards and bent over the vanity unit. She did it slowly, knowing that he was drinking in every detail. The granite top was cold and smooth against her skin. Her nipples brushed against the surface and she tingled all over.

She felt Dan’s warm palms against her buttocks, then his thumbs stretching apart her cheeks. She sighed as he teased the wrinkled bud with the tip of his thumb.

‘That feels quite lovely . . . but I think I’d like it in the usual place, if you don’t mind.’

Dan moved his hands away and, a moment later, she felt him pushing the hard wet tip of his erection along the length of her pussy. She could feel the heat of him. He pushed it against her hole and he shifted his weight and began to press it home.

It slid slowly past her muscles. Her cunt was alive, tingling, on fire. She sighed. Dan pushed his cock home. Jo could feel his balls flattening against her pussy.

For several long moments he stayed motionless inside her. She could feel his hard hot cock inside her and her muscles gripping him. Dan pulled away from her. He moved agonisingly slowly and Jo’s cunt seemed to burn with excitement. She sighed.

When he’d withdrawn almost fully he stayed motionless for a moment with just the tip of his erection inside her. Jo felt empty, abandoned. She wriggled her hips.

Dan laughed softly. She felt his fingers pressing into her hips as he held her in place, resisting her. The tips of her nipples were touching the granite and they burned. She looked over her shoulder at him. Dan was looking down, his eyes focused on the spot where their bodies met.

‘Tell me what it looks like.’ Jo could hear the excitement in her own voice.

‘It’s beautiful. Your cunt’s swollen and glistening. My cock’s all pumped up and purple. I can’t see the tip because it’s inside you but I can see it stretching you open. I can feel your muscles gripping me, it’s incredible.’ Dan’s voice was breathy and deep.

She felt him shifting his weight behind her and his fingers dug into her hips. He slid back into her, filling and stretching her. She sighed in relief and excitement. It hit home and she could feel his crotch pressing up against hers.

He shifted his weight suddenly backwards and she felt him sliding out of her then immediately forwards with such force that she slammed forwards against the sink. She gripped the taps and pressed herself back against him.

Dan began to fuck her hard and deep. She braced herself against the vanity unit and met his thrusts. Dan grunted behind her. His fingers dug into her hips. Her nipples were dragged backwards and forwards across the granite on every thrust.

She could feel his cock sliding inside her. There was an obscene wet squelching noise. Slow shivers of excitement slid up and down her spine. Jo could feel tension congesting her pelvis. Her nipples prickled.

Dan pounded her. Jo banged against the edge of the vanity unit over and over again, mashing her breasts and nipples against the stone. She held onto the taps and matched his rhythm.

Her body was taut and trembling. Pressure throbbed in her belly. Dan was grunting, deep animal sounds of exertion and hunger. He fucked her hard and deep and rough. His crotch slapped against hers. Jo’s crotch was tingly and tense. Heat pumped through her bloodstream.

Her body thrust forwards on each stroke, rubbing her breasts against the granite, providing delicious friction for her nipples. He was rigid and fat inside her. Dan released her hips. He pressed his body over her back and laid his hands over hers on the taps. His mouth was right beside her ear and she could feel hot moist breath on her skin.

Jo looked down at his hands covering hers. She saw the muscles in his forearms flex as he pulled himself forward in one sudden vicious jab. Her body banged against the edge of the skin.

He slid backwards an inch and did it again, tightening his hands over hers and pulling on the taps, thrusting himself hard into her. Jo grunted. She could feel her muscles, tight around Dan’s cock. Tension throbbed in her pelvis.

Dan began to establish a rhythm, sliding back an inch or two then pulling hard on the taps. She banged against the unit, her tits mashed against the stone. Her crotch ached.

‘I don’t think I’m going to last much longer, I’m afraid.’ Dan’s words hissed in her ear.

‘OK. Give it to me nice and hard, I’m almost there.’ Jo pushed back against him.

He kissed her neck. He began to bite her and she arched her back and lifted up her head. He tightened the muscles in his arms and she felt his fingers gripping hers. His hips pistoned.

Dan pounded her. Her body slid backwards and forwards. Her nipples were ablaze, her crotch ached. Dan’s crotch slapped against hers, growing faster and faster as his strokes grew shorter. He was hot and hard inside her. Her muscles gripped him. She pulled hard on the taps and met his thrusts.

Dan’s hot breath hissed against her ear. His hips hammered. Jo was gasping and sobbing. She was on fire, taut, excited and on the edge. Her crotch burned and throbbed.