A Talent for Surrender (25 page)

Excitement pumped around her bloodstream. She fingered him, spreading the gel and sliding the tip of her finger inside him. The lube squelched as she worked and Dan’s hips rocked rhythmically.

Dan was gasping and moaning. She could see that his fists were clenched and his face, turned to one side with his cheek against the bench, was damp with sweat. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was formed into an obscene O.

Jo slid a lubed finger slowly inside him. She slid it past his sphincter and felt the heat of him and his muscles contract as she entered him.

She slid her finger in and out, fucking him. Dan moaned. She added a second finger and he roared. Jo reached between his legs and stroked his cock. He was hard, full of heat and blood. She ran her fingers over the wet tip and his body shuddered.

Heat blazed between her legs. She felt her muscles contract around the dildo inside her harness. She squirted a blob of lube into her hand and smeared it over her purple silicone cock. She rested one hand on the edge of the bench and leaned forwards.

Dan’s body was taut with expectation. He was looking over his shoulder at Jo, his face flushed. She pushed the tip of the dildo against his hole then used her body weight to slide into him.

She watched Dan’s pupils dilate. He sighed as the dildo slipped inside him. She pressed her hips slowly forwards until the front of her harness was flat against his body. The pressure pushed her own dildo deeper and she moaned.

The leather harness creaked as Jo circled her hips, rotating her cock inside him and the dildo inside her. Her crotch burned as her nerve endings responded. Dan moaned and arched his back.

Jo pulled back, sliding out of him. She looked between their bodies to where her silicone dick glistened, its tip poised at his stretched hole. She pressed her hips forwards and plunged back into him. There was a soft thump as her harness slapped against his body and Jo felt her own dildo pressing against her G-spot.

Jo began to fuck him, slowly at first. She watched the dildo slide inside his stretched hole then disappear out of sight as she hit bottom only to reappear, glittering and slippery, a moment later.

Icy tingles slid up her spine and over her scalp. Her crotch was alive. She held onto Dan’s hips. She picked up speed, establishing a rhythm.

She’d begun to moan. Dan was gasping and panting. The harness slapped rhythmically against his body.

Coils of heat throbbed in her belly. She could feel her stretched muscles gripping the dildo inside her. On every in-thrust, its curved tip pressed against her G-spot, eliciting a flood of tingling excitement.

Dan had begun to pump his own hips, pushing his arse back onto her cock. She saw him slip a hand down to his crotch and he gasped in relief as he took his cock in his fist.

Jo picked up speed. She could feel her orgasm building. Her breasts jiggled as she fucked him. Her cunt gripped the dildo.

Sweat trickled into her eyes. Her hands on Dan’s hips were wet and slippery. She wiped them dry on her skirt and repositioned them.

Jo pounded him, rhythmically pulling on his hips as her own jabbed forwards. She imagined the slippery fat dildo sliding in and out of his arse, stretching and opening him. She could see him working his cock, one arm hidden underneath his body and the other bent at the elbow and braced against the bench as he met her thrusts.

Jo jabbed her hips. She felt brutal, powerful, alive. She was nearly there. Her crotch tingled and throbbed, her cunt gripped the dildo.

Her strokes grew short and staccato. She pounded him. The bench creaked and shook. Dan’s body was rigid and trembling. He turned to look at her over his shoulder and Jo saw that his face was streaked with sweat and his eyes were shining.

She stabbed her hips and her orgasm exploded. Her body shuddered. Pleasure flooded over her. Her muscles contracted around the dildo.

Dan watched her come. His mouth was open and his eyes blazed. He groaned and began to shake. His eyes closed and he hung his head.

Jo kept on coming, wave after wave. She was tingling and alive. Her toes curled, her back arched in pleasure. She was inside him and she was coming and he loved it. She collapsed over his back.

They stayed like that for ages. She slid her hand along the bench and laid it over Dan’s and he held it, curling his fingers around her. She brushed his hair off his face. Slowly her breathing returned to normal.

‘You’re still inside me . . . it’s wonderful.’ Dan’s voice was a breathless whisper.

She kissed his shoulder. ‘I don’t need to ask you if you liked it, then.’

‘I loved it. Ever since I saw you fuck Costas I’ve wanted you to do it to me. It was incredible. I felt utterly different. Passive and vulnerable and . . . I don’t quite know how to say it . . . like I was yours. I’d given myself to you totally. Do you understand?’

She kissed him again. ‘Of course I do. It’s about power exchange . . .’ She slid out her cock and Dan gasped in disappointment. She stood up and began to unbuckle the harness. ‘When you fuck a man he becomes the submissive partner and the woman becomes the aggressor. It’s very powerful.’ She stepped out of the harness and sat down on the bench beside him. ‘Was that your first time?’

He turned onto his side and looked up at her. He nodded. ‘Sadie fucked me with a dildo, but it was nothing like that.’

Jo stroked his soft cock. ‘I’m glad you liked it but, intense or not, I don’t recall giving you permission to come.’ She pointed at the bench. ‘I think you’d better lick up all your mess.’

Dan sat up. ‘I’m sorry . . . I didn’t realise I needed permission.’ He slid onto the floor.

‘Well, now you do. And you’ll be punished later for your lapse.’

‘Yes, miss.’ Dan bent over and Jo watched as he licked up his own sperm.

On their last morning together they ate breakfast on the balcony overlooking the lake. It was already a blisteringly hot day. Sunlight glinted on the green surface of the lake. Jo felt languid and relaxed. She smeared butter on a slice of toast.

‘I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself these past few days.’ She reached for the marmalade.

Dan laughed. ‘That’s an understatement. I’m not usually lost for words but I couldn’t begin to describe how I’ve felt. It’s been absolutely mind-blowing. I’m a changed man.’

Jo smiled. ‘So you’d like us to take it further?’

Dan opened his mouth to speak but Jo brought up her hand and covered his lips. He caught her wrist and turned his hands to kiss her palm. Jo’s scalp tingled.

‘Don’t answer yet. A lot’s happened . . . you need time to think about it. I don’t want you to contact me for a week. If you decide it’s what you really want then I’d like you to come over on Friday evening with a weekend bag. And if it’s not for you then . . .’ She shrugged.

Dan’s cup was halfway to his mouth. He put it down. Jo could see dark beard stubble on his jawline. The sun was glinting off his glasses and Jo couldn’t see his eyes but she knew he was looking at her. ‘You sound as though you don’t want me to come back . . .’ His voice sounded flat and hesitant.

‘No, not at all. Please don’t think that. It’s just . . . you’ve got to remember I’ve done this before. I know it’s what I want. I know you’re what I want. But it’s all new to you. It’s overwhelming. It can completely knock you off your feet and you end up questioning everything you thought you knew about yourself.’ She laid her hand over his.

‘You can say that again.’

‘So you need to be sure if it’s what you really want . . . that I’m what you really want. You need to take some time to think about all this on your own when the excitement and the novelty of it all isn’t influencing your judgement. Doesn’t that makes sense?’

Dan nodded. ‘Yes, of course it does. You’re right I’ve got so much stuff running through my head at the moment . . . I don’t know how to even begin to make sense of it.’

‘Then some time to think will do you good.’ Jo pushed her plate aside and leaned across the table. ‘But I don’t want you to be in any doubt. I have no reservations about it . . . or you.’

‘Thanks. That helps.’ He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

‘And – don’t forget – this is only the beginning.’

Dan pulled a mock-terrified face. ‘You’re scaring me now.’

Over the next few days, Jo could barely concentrate. She knew she’d made the right decision in giving Dan time to think. She’d invested far too much to risk losing it if he decided it wasn’t for him a few weeks down the line. It was all perfectly logical, but somehow her libido didn’t seem to agree.

She’d sit at her desk trying to concentrate on timetables and budgets but her mind kept returning to Dan. She was surprised and delighted by how eagerly and completely he had surrendered to her. He was a complete natural. His sessions with Sadie had obviously unlocked his inner submissive. She made a mental note to thank Sadie for doing the groundwork for her.

Several times she’d been tempted to pick up the phone and call him, but she had to be strong. She couldn’t expect him to refrain from contact for a week if she couldn’t even manage it herself. If only she wasn’t so damned horny.

Though it wasn’t normally in her nature to ration her sensual pleasures she had intended to wait until she saw Dan at the weekend so that both of them would be equally horny and eager for release. But she hadn’t even managed to last out the day.

Costas had spent hours on his knees bringing her to one orgasm after another with his talented mouth, but it never seemed quite enough. She whipped and rogered him until he was sore and she was exhausted but still she wasn’t satisfied.

On Wednesday night Jo drove to Adam’s house. Adam lived in a fashionable square in Notting Hill, a few streets away from where Jo had grown up. In those days, the area had been run-down and neglected. She hardly recognised the neatly painted elegant homes as the same peeling tatty and overcrowded houses she remembered from childhood. But the Georgian façades and railings and communal gardens were the same and, whenever she visited Adam, she always experienced a warm familiar glow in her chest, as if she were coming home.

She parked the car and walked up his path, carrying her overnight bag. She climbed the six steps up to his front door. The house where she had grown up had had the same black and white checkerboard tiles, she remembered, smiling. She rang the bell.

After a few moments she could see Adam’s dark shape through the stained glass of the door, walking down the hall. When he opened the door, Jo saw that he was wearing only a towelling dressing gown and his hair was wet and untidy.

‘Hello, darling. I’ve just got out of the shower. You’re early.’

‘I’d have thought you’d be pleased . . . after all, it must be at least a week since I last allowed you to come.’ She kissed him. He smelled of shampoo and shaving foam. Jo stepped into the hall and Adam shut the door behind her.

‘Nine days . . . not that I’m counting. But if you’ve come over early to end my frustration then I’m not just pleased, I’m delighted.’

Jo undid the belt of his dressing gown and pulled it open. His cock was already thickening and growing hard. She smiled. ‘So I see. Shall we go upstairs?’

She walked behind Adam. She flipped up the back of his dressing gown, uncovering his arse. His buttocks were covered in yellowing bruises. He looked over his shoulder at her and smiled.

When they reached the top Jo walked along the landing. She opened the bedroom door and walked over to the bed. She pulled her sundress off over her head and tossed it aside. Underneath she was naked. Her chest was heaving and her crotch was already hot and wet.

Adam closed the door behind him and shrugged off his robe. ‘You seem very keen . . .’ He walked over to the bed and knelt at her feet. Jo sat down. She spread her legs and lay back on the bed. Still in her high heels, she lifted her feet to the edge of the bed, displaying her moist crotch.

Adam whistled. ‘I’ll never tire of that sight. How may I serve you, madame?’

Jo raised herself up on her elbows and looked down at him. His eyes were shining and intense. ‘Make me come . . . and make sure you do a good job, because I’m in a vicious mood.’

‘It’ll be my pleasure.’ Adam spread her lips with his fingertips and Jo gasped. She lay back on the bed. He ran a finger between her lips and over her clit and it slid easily in the slippery juices. She sighed.

She was trembling by now and her heightened senses made her aware of every sensation. The duvet beneath her felt crisp and cool. She could hear her own heart beating.

‘Don’t move,’ he whispered. ‘Close your eyes.’

Jo silently obeyed him. She lay there, patient and blind. He blew on her wet crotch and she shivered. She could sense him kneeling there, still and silent, and she knew he was looking at her body: her hard dark nipples, the rise and fall of her breasts, the soft curves of her hips, her rounded belly. But, most of all, she knew he was looking at her cunt, spread open by his strong fingers like an offering.

‘Stay there.’ His voice was soft, heavy with desire. She was conscious of how wet she was. She could feel it dripping down the cleft in her bottom, wetting the duvet, and the knowledge that he was watching it happen made her raise her pussy towards him.

‘Lick me,’ she begged.

She heard him laughing softly. She felt his hot mouth on her and his breath gently touching her wet skin. He kissed her cunt tenderly, running the flat of his tongue around the margin of her clit.

He spread her lips with strong fingers and covered her with his hot wet mouth. His tongue darted over her sensitive flesh. She opened her legs wider and reached down to stroke his hair.

‘I want to make you come,’ he whispered, raising his head momentarily from between her tensed legs. He blew gently on her pussy, cooling the wet folds and making her tingle and shudder.

He covered her clit with his mouth and sucked. He licked and nibbled. He pushed his tongue deep inside her. She laced her fingers through his damp hair and rocked her hips.