Training the Dom (5 page)

I kept my back to him, remembering all the times when he did that to me. The feeling of wanting his attention, but knowing I’d never get it if I didn’t do exactly what he said. It’s weird how important one person’s opinion can become when everything else has been stripped away.

The squeak of the closet door being pulled open, followed by a soft snort had me smiling. I was still holding the riding crop and had to rearrange a few things to make room for it.

“Before you ask, it’s Stephen’s personal St. Andrew’s cross.” Did I mention I love Stephen as much as Connie? “I think you know how that thing works. Get yourself set up on it as best you can. I’ll do the rest.”

I forced myself to count to thirty in my head after he finally stopped moving. God, this was almost as good as opening a Christmas present! I couldn’t wait to turn around and see the look on his face, the flush on his skin. I grabbed the first thing I planned to use on him and stuffed it into my cleavage.

Making sure my eyes were actually open, I smiled as I turned to saunter toward him. “See, you’re getting better at following directions already.”

There was that glorious ass again. Gareth had stretched out along the cross, his hands coming up high enough he could cup the top of the wood. The restraints were simple Velcro cuffs attached to ropes. When Stephen first brought the homemade cross home, I couldn’t get my head wrapped around what they would use it for. Yeah, accidently walking in on your friends while they are playing will really enlighten you.

“I’m going to tighten you up.” I touched his shoulder before I made a grab for the cuff. Gareth would do that with me—touching to make sure I knew what was going to happen. Well, he did in the beginning until he broke me in. “I know we haven’t talked about limits yet. Is there anything I should know? Anything to stay away from?”

“Liz, I don’t think there is anything you could do to me that would push my boundaries.”

“Still, I need to know. You have to say the words.” Okay, so I knew he was right, but this was as much about reassuring him as it was setting limits. I needed him to know that I cared about him and what happened. Otherwise, this whole evening would lose its significance and meaning.

“No scat, golden showers or blood. I don’t mind bruises, but not to my face. Everything else will be fine.”

“And what’s your safeword again?”

“Book.”

God, he was such a nerd.

I managed to get him secured to the cross without coming across as the amateur I was. The boots gave me the added height I needed to lean in without touching him. When everything was done, I walked around the cross so he could see my face. I must have had an odd expression on my face, because he was frowning again.

“Wondering what I’m going to do to you?” I didn’t bother to wait for him to answer, reached between my breasts and pulled out the nipple clamps I’d shoved there.

“Shit,” he muttered and closed his eyes.

“There’s an expression. Something about turnabout and fair play? Ever heard of it? No?”

He thumped his head on the side of the cross. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Now if I remember correctly, I need to get you ready before I just clamp them on. How do I do this again? Right.” Leaning in I sucked on the closest nipple, ignoring the way he tried to jerk away from me.

The nub grew hard beneath my tongue, as I teased it with my tip. Even when I closed my eyes I could feel his muscles straining as he fought against my moist attack, wanting to pull away, but unable to. Only when I thought he wouldn’t be able to take another swipe, did I pull back to admire my handiwork.

“That looks beautiful.”

The nipple clamps Connie had let me use were different from the normal ones Gareth used. I took a deep breath, wiped off the saliva that still lingered on his skin and slipped the clamp in place. I didn’t have a lot of skin to work with, and honestly, I was a little freaked out that I’d do this wrong and hurt him in the not good way. But the BDSM gods must have been smiling down on me because I was able to slip the first one in place.

“How does that feel?”

“It fucking hurts.
Mistress
.”

I stood up straight and couldn’t stop the grin from coming. “Excellent. Time for number two.”

He groaned but couldn’t do anything to stop me from tormenting him again. The second clamp went on with no difficulty, partly due to my newfound confidence, and partly because Gareth was smart enough to stop moving.

Payback. Thank you, universe.

“Ouch.” Gareth’s growl was almost cute.

Time for phase two.

“That first night we met, I was pretty naïve about a lot of things. I’d heard about nipple clamps, but I hadn’t used any. Hell, I’d barely dipped my toe into the kinky pool and you had me trussed up and clamped tight before I could say
whoa Nelly
.”

I tried to not run back to my dresser to get the next item on my Gareth-torture list, though I might have possibly skipped a bit. The paddle I’d picked out myself. It was one of my personal favorites, leaving a sting that melted into my muscles whenever he worked me over.

“I was so curious and more than a little nervous that it didn’t occur to me to be scared. You were a complete stranger and for all I knew you would tie me up and do things to me that I wouldn’t enjoy. And I’d even paid for the pleasure.”

Once more behind him, I ran my hand down along the swell of his ass. The pink from earlier had gone, leaving the skin pale and unblemished. I was going to have to do something about that.

Gareth was breathing heavily and his chin had dropped to his chest. I knew he was fighting through the pain, trying to control the surge of sensations flooding him. It wasn’t going to work. Control wasn’t what he needed then. He had to relax into it, accept the pain for what it was and let it flow through him.

“You showed me things that I didn’t even know would turn me on. You taught my body that it was capable of more things, surviving more, enjoying sensations that I wouldn’t have thought pleasurable.”

I made sure I was standing in the right spot and that I was holding the paddle the way Stephen had showed me. It was heavier than I remembered it being, and my muscles in my biceps and shoulder pulled as I lined it up with his ass.

“You also helped me turn my brain off. I’m always thinking things ten steps ahead, worrying and wondering. I can’t do that when you have me bound and clamped. I don’t know, it’s as if when you’ve got me pinned down, my brain has permission to switch off for a bit. I want to give that to you, give you that gift so you can understand too.”

I wasn’t really prepared for the vibrations up my arm when the paddle connected with his ass. The sound was impressive to say the least. I’m so used to being the one to feel the effects that go along with that noise, my pussy had dampened. Pavlov was a jerk and really frigging smart.

Gareth groaned. Yeah, I recognized that noise too. It’s the one I make when he’s pushed a bit too hard, too fast, I need a few minutes to adjust. He never gave it to me.

I made sure the second slap landed in the same spot.

“Tell me what you’re feeling.” Oops, there was that Dom growl again from him. I made sure to land two smacks to his other ass cheek. “I don’t hear you talking.”

“It fucking hurts.”

“More.” Another smack.

“It burns. Really burns. I didn’t think it was that intense.”
Smack.
“Fuck! My dick and balls are tingling.”
Smack.
“Dammit, Liz.”

“Not Liz. Not tonight.”

I landed three more spanks with the paddle before tossing it aside so I could admire the result. Not too bad for an amateur—self-high-five. His skin was nice and red, without a trace of white to be found. Gareth was panting, leaning heavily on the cross. I could tell he was in that stunned awareness phase, where your brain is trying to catch up to all the sensations your body is throwing at you.

Embracing my newfound inner bitch, I raked my nails down his ass. “I think I understand why you enjoy spanking me so much.”

My hands were shaking, which threw me. Sure I was turned-on seeing him in this position, but I didn’t think I’d have reacted so strongly. And shaking hands right now were bad because I wanted to try the flogger. The last thing I wanted was to miss my mark.

Ah fuck it. I’d make it work.

The flogger I’d picked out wasn’t one that would cause a great deal of harm if I was careful. Honestly, it was one of my favorites for Gareth to use on me. It was only fair that I show him firsthand what the appeal of it was.

I walked around the front of the cross, needing to make sure he was still okay. A peek down to his nice hard cock told me everything I needed to know. Hands still warm? Yup. Gareth slowly becoming a drooling mess? Oh yeah.

All going according to The Plan.

Holding up the flogger, I tapped the end of his nose with it. “Exactly how horny are you right now?”

He looked up and I don’t think I could ever remember his eyes being that dark before. “I could fuck you through the floor.” He licked his lips. “Twice.”

“Excellent.” Hell yes, I was grinning. “No coming until I say you can. I’m going to flog you now.”

“You’re not being Mistress Elizabeth anymore. This is Liz I’m seeing.”

Of course he would pick up on that. “I believe Mistress Elizabeth can act however the hell she wants. If that means I get to be excited about being able to flog my man, then I’ll be excited.”

That was him told.

Gareth had the nerve to roll his eyes. “Yes, Mistress.”

I gave the chain linking his nipple clamps a solid tug before moving around behind him. “Don’t be a jerk or I’ll get out the butt plug.”

“You know, there will eventually be payback for this.”

“God, I hope so.”

I widened my stance and gave the flogger a few tentative swings to get the feel for it. I’d briefly practiced last night on a pillow, which was weird. Yes, I kept calling it a bad pillow as I beat it. Sue me.

With my first swing I connected the leather tendrils against his right shoulder blade. Barely a love tap, but enough to get both our heads into the game. Making a figure-eight with my hand, I landed a second strike to his other shoulder blade, a little firmer than the first.

“You know how much I enjoy our times together, right? I mean, I have earth-shattering orgasms and my throat is sore from the screaming afterward, so I’d hope you know.” The next few swings were harder still, as I aimed for his ass. Gareth flinched, bucking his hips forward.

“Liz—”

“You’ve shown me so much in a short time. I don’t think you realize how awesome I feel after we’ve been together. I float for days and people actually comment on my mood. Nothing at work can bother me. I get myself off at the thought of you standing over me, flogger in hand and that look in your eye.”

Gareth was groaning now and I could see light-pink marks rising up along his back. Fuck, if I didn’t get off soon, I was going to explode right here.

No. The one thing I’d learned from Gareth early on was the need for patience. He never did anything to me solely for his own pleasure. He was always gauging my needs, desires, calculating what he wanted to give to me, when. Making sure that we both were going to walk away satisfied.

Except for the no-fucking part.

The only way I was getting off tonight was with his cock buried deep inside me. And the only way
that
would happen is if he finally gave in and told me it was what he wanted.

“Liz…God.”

Shit, this was too good. I dropped the flogger, moved around to the front of him and dropped to my knees. His cock was hard and I could smell his arousal. At least tonight he couldn’t deny me this pleasure.

Leaning in, I placed a kiss to the head, licking the pre-cum from the tip. That familiar taste sent warmth racing through my body to all the right spots. I opened my mouth wide and with no preamble, sucked as much of his cock as I could.

Gareth groaned and his body vibrated. Once more he fought against the restraints, but I knew it wasn’t to get away from what I was doing to him. He wanted to grab my hair, fuck my face and claim me for his. Yeah, this was going to be awesome.

I tightened my lips over my teeth as I dragged myself back up his shaft. With his legs spread out, I had good access to his balls and ass again. Now that I knew how much he enjoyed that, there was no sense in holding back. I shifted my face so I could run my tongue over his perineum.

“Liz, I can’t take much more of this.”

Neither could I.

“Liz, please. Let me come.”

“No.” I nipped at his inner thigh.

“
Please.
”

I let myself fall to the floor so I was able to look up into his face. It was the weirdest thing, seeing that look of unrepressed desperate lust on his face. Gareth who was always so tight with his emotions. Gareth, the man who even when he laughed it was little more than a chuckle.

This man bound to the cross was flushed, bright eyed and panting barely resembled the Dom I knew. Sweat rolled down his face and his hair was plastered to his scalp. The thick cock I loved so much bobbed with the rhythm of his heartbeat, showing how fast his blood rushed through him.