A Talent for Surrender (24 page)

She felt his muscles stiffen and his body tense. He was fucking her hard, rapid shallow strokes that knocked her forwards and rubbed her excited nipples against the stone.

Dan’s body went rigid behind her. He’d begun to quiver and he was fucking her in short urgent thrusts. Jo could feel the tension in her cunt building to a pitch. Dan’s hands squeezed hers as he pulled himself forwards, pressing her fingers into the taps.

The tension shattered. Heat and relief flooded through her body. Blood rushed to her head making her feel drunk and dizzy. She trembled and shook. She sobbed and moaned.

Dan gave a final deep thrust and his cock began to twitch inside her. He lay over her back, grunting and panting.

Jo was tingling all over. Her nipples pulsed with fire. Her breasts were squashed beneath her and her body stuck to the granite.

Dan relaxed and she felt his weight pressing her against the unit. He released her hands and pushed her damp hair off her face. He kissed her neck.

‘Well, now . . . that was definitely worth waiting for.’

‘Why don’t you come into the bedroom? I’ve got something for you.’ As Jo straightened up she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her hair was tangled and messy and her cheeks were flushed. She took Dan’s hand and led him into the bedroom. They sat down on the bed and she took a long narrow leather box out of the bedroom drawer. She pushed it across the bed to him.

Dan smiled. He opened the box. Nestling in a depression in the purple velvet lining was a thick silver necklace. At the front was a heart-shaped padlock. Lying inside the oval of the necklace were two tiny silver keys.

‘It’s a collar . . .’ He smiled. ‘Thank you.’ Dan picked it up.

‘You understand what it means?’

He nodded. ‘I think so – because of Hellfire 2000 – it means I belong to you . . . that you’re my owner, or mistress, or whatever.’

‘That’s right. Look at the back of the padlock. I’ve had it engraved.’

Dan turned it over. He read aloud. ‘It says, “This dog belongs to Jo Lennox.” That makes my cock feel all tingly . . . I don’t know why. Shall I put it on?’

Jo took the collar from him and opened the padlock with one of the keys. She handed it back and he eagerly fitted it to his neck. ‘Obviously, I’ll keep the keys.’ She dropped them into her bedside drawer.

They spent the day at the Cass Sculpture Foundation in Sussex. Seeing the pieces in their outdoor setting, nestling among the beauty of the park’s trees and flowers, seemed to imbue them with a sensuality and life that the sterile surroundings of a gallery would never have achieved.

It was another beautiful day and they wandered around the park discovering the sculpture at random. The beautiful artworks and the heat of the day made them feel languid and sensual. After lunch Dan took her hand and led her to a secluded area of the park where he fucked her up against a tree. They were rearranging their clothes when a coach party of septuagenarian American tourists appeared from nowhere. They held hands and ran to the car, laughing.

Thirteen

When they got back to the school Jo led him to the gymnasium and told him to undress then left him alone and went back up to the flat to change.

She could just imagine the look of surprise and excitement on Dan’s face when he saw what she’d chosen to wear. There was a tight black corset with scooped semi-circular cut-outs beneath each breast leaving them bare. The supple flared leather skirt reached almost to her ankles and the shiny spike-heeled ankle boots laced up the front. Already her nipples had begun to harden and she could feel a pulse beat throbbing behind her temples.

She sat on the bed to put on a pair of sheer black self-supporting stockings. She eased the stocking up her leg, smoothing out the wrinkles at the ankle and making sure that the seam was straight.

She laced up the boots and put on the skirt. She hooked up the corset and its tight elastic embrace gripped her waist. She felt her breathing restricted as she fastened it over her ribs. Her crotch was tingling and tight. Her nipples sang with heat.

At the dressing table, she put on a fresh coat of scarlet lipstick then twisted her hair up into a French pleat and fastened it in place with a tortoiseshell comb. Her naked breasts rose and fell visibly as she breathed. She opened a drawer and took out an old-fashioned school cane with a bent handle like a bishop’s crook.

Jo picked up her bag of equipment and let herself out of the flat. Her sharp heels echoed against the bare floor and her steps seemed to fall into rhythm with her heartbeat. She felt like an Amazon, strong and powerful, marching into battle. She leaned on the door of the gym and it slowly opened with a long loud creak.

Dan was standing naked in the centre of the room. His cock was already half hard. When he caught sight of her in her outfit his mouth fell open and she heard him gasp.

Jo strode over to him, the sound of her boot-heels resounding around the high-ceilinged room. She stopped in front of him and dropped the bag onto the floor. She held the cane between her two hands and slowly flexed it into an arc. ‘I’m going to cane you.’ Jo extended her cane and ran the tip along the length of his cock. Dan’s body juddered and he moaned.

Blood pounded in her ears. Between her legs she felt liquid and hot. ‘I’m punishing you because you belong to me and I can, but also because I want to leave marks on your body. There will be bruises . . . it might even break the skin. It’s definitely going to be painful. But you’ll enjoy that, and the bruises will remind you that you’re my property. Do you think you can take it?’ She flipped up his cock with the tip of her cane and watched it wobble. Dan clenched and unclenched his fists.

‘Yes, miss. I can take it. I want you to punish me.’

Jo smiled. ‘Come over here and straddle this bench.’ She walked over to the side of the gym where there was a series of long low exercise benches. She watched as he lifted one leg over the nearest bench and lay flat along its length. She saw him flinch as his body made contact with the cold polished wood. With one knee on the floor on either side of the bench his buttocks were stretched apart and his arsehole was exposed.

Jo tickled the puckered hole with the tip of her cane and Dan’s body jolted forwards. ‘I’m going to give you twenty strokes.’ She ran the end of the cane along his arse crack. ‘I want you to count the strokes out loud and, if you lose count, we’ll begin at one again. Do you understand?’

‘Yes, miss.’ Dan’s voice was thick with arousal.

Jo raised her arm high into the air. There was a light fluttery sensation under her ribs. Her nipples tingled.

Dan’s arse was round and smooth. She could see his balls dangling beneath him and the underside of his rigid cock. She brought the cane down hard across both his cheeks. It gave off a loud satisfying thwack as it made contact. Dan’s body jerked forwards and he grunted.

‘One . . .’

She could hear the pain and satisfaction in his voice. Already there was a thin angry stripe visible, cutting across both of his normally pale buttocks. Jo’s crotch was tight and aching. She hit him again and the cane landed with a loud crack.

‘Two . . .’

Jo delivered the strokes one after another. Dan’s body jolted forwards on every crack. His arse was darkened by thin red stripes, and already bruises were beginning to form. His hands were clenched into fists. He was clearly in pain yet his cock was purple and erect and, when he called out the number of the stroke, his voice was heavy with arousal and pleasure.

Jo’s arm ached. She delivered another stinging slap and the bench creaked as Dan was thrust forwards and almost lost his balance.

‘Twelve . . .’ He raised himself onto his elbows and his rear end was thrust obscenely upwards. Jo knew he was only repositioning himself so that the force of the blows wouldn’t make him lose his balance but she could almost believe that he was deliberately lifting up his arse in his eagerness for punishment.

Jo’s nipples burned. She brought the cane down across his buttocks three times in quick succession. The force of it made her breasts wobble and the front of her hair fall in her face.

Jo was sweaty and slippery under her corset. She brought the cane down, putting all her strength behind it. It landed with a crack, low down across both buttocks. Dan let out a deep guttural grunt and she saw his fists clench and unclench.

‘Sixteen . . .’ His voice was practically a whisper.

Jo struck him again, across the outside of his right cheek. She could see dark livid patches standing out against his pale skin.

‘Seventeen . . .’ Dan was trembling all over.

She slashed his other buttock and he moaned. Jo was conscious of the moisture between her legs. She was tingling all over.

‘Eighteen . . .’ Dan’s head was hanging down, his forehead practically on the bench. She brought the cane down noisily across both his cheeks.

‘Nineteen . . .’ Dan’s voice was barely audible.

Jo delivered the final stroke, bringing the cane down in exactly the same spot. She could see his erection jiggling beneath him from the impact of the blow.

‘Twenty . . .’ He sounded exhausted, in pain and utterly sated. ‘Thank you, miss.’

‘Now I want you to turn over onto your back.’ Jo’s voice sounded breathless and deep.

Dan used his hands to heave himself up then he sat down, straddling the bench. He lay back along the wooden surface. He gazed up at Jo. Behind his glasses, his eyes shone. His erection stood up, its tip purple and swollen.

‘Put your feet on the bench and open your legs.’

Dan put his feet up and let his legs fall open like the pages of a book. His hands gripped the edges of the bench. His gaze never wavered.

Jo brought the cane down. It swished through the air and thwacked down onto his inner thigh. Dan grunted and bit his lip. His knees came up in reflex for a second then his legs opened again.

She raised the cane and brought it down across his other thigh. Dan’s body shook. Jo could see livid red slashes across the inside of each of his thighs. Her nipples were erect and tingling. Her crotch was liquid and tight.

She whipped him again, two stinging noisy slashes across each inner thigh, and through it all his cock remained rock-hard, its tip glistening and purple.

A strand of Jo’s hair had come loose and fell over her forehead. Heat pumped round her body. She slashed him again and again, overlapping the strokes so that his pale skin became patterned by red stripes.

Jo was breathless and hot. Her crotch ached. She dropped the cane. She sat on the end of the bench and ran her hands over his stripes. She could feel the raised bumps under her fingertips.

She leaned forwards and rubbed her cheek against his swollen reddened skin. She kissed the scarlet weals.

Dan reached down and stroked her face with his trembling fingers, leaving a trail of blazing heat on her skin. She caught his wrist and turned her head to kiss his palm.

Jo shuffled forwards and gripped his cock. Dan sighed. She stroked it up and down in a single practised movement sliding across the glistening sticky head.

She watched Dan’s flat belly rise and fall as she handled his cock. She pulled his foreskin down hard. She could see it pulling on the tiny strip of skin that joined it to his glans and Dan’s body shifted and he moaned softly.

Without hair, his crotch looked somehow more impressive. His cock seemed huge and thick, displayed in all its purple glory. ‘I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve just got to suck it.’

‘You can do whatever you want. It’s yours.’

She bent her head and took it into her mouth. Jo could feel the blood and heat pumping under the skin. She loved the way it strained her jaw, forcing her to open her mouth wide. It felt iron-hard yet impossibly silky and smooth. She dabbled her tongue in the eye, then ran it under the ridged helmet.

She felt juicy and hot and – as she sucked him – suddenly empty. Her nipples were hard and swollen and a Niagara of tingles was tumbling down her spine. She sat up.

‘I’m going to fuck you now.’ She massaged his cock. ‘Is that OK?’

‘Yes . . . fuck me. I want it.’ Dan’s voice was hoarse and full of urgency.

She buckled herself into her harness, sliding the inner dildo inside her and fitting a medium-sized purple dildo to the front. She picked up a bottle of lube and walked over to Dan.

‘Spread your legs a bit more . . . that’s right.’ Jo knelt down behind him. Her legs fitted inside the bent V of his. She could feel his body heat. She dropped the lube on the floor and ran her hands over his thighs and buttocks. Dan moaned.

She bent her head and began to kiss him. She trailed her mouth over his arse, kissing the marks of her cane. His body trembled. Jo slid her wet tongue down along the crack of his arse. Dan gasped.

Already, her heart had quickened and her nipples tingled. She laid a hand on each of his hips and began to lick the puckered bud of his arsehole. She lavished it with her tongue, running it around the edge then pushing the tip against his entrance and teasing his hole. Tension throbbed at the base of her belly.

Dan moaned and shook. She rimmed him, loving the sensation of his dark secret opening against her face. She poked her rigid tongue inside him. Her pussy prickled with excitement and heat.

Jo felt his muscles relaxing and softening as she licked. She pressed her face to his crack and tongued his hole. Her crotch ached.

Excitement slid down her spine. She pushed the pointed tip of her tongue against his hole and inched it inside. Dan had begun to rock his hips. Though she couldn’t see it, Jo knew he was rubbing his erection against the edge of the bench.

Still licking him, she fumbled for the bottle of lube, and squirted a blob into her hand. She gave his arse a final kiss and sat up. Dan gasped in disappointment but she immediately brought up her lubed fingers and began to work it into his hole.