Training the Dom (8 page)

The car was instantly filled with the scent of sex. Fuck, I was about to give him a blowjob in the back of a car on the side of a street. It didn’t matter than it was one in the morning, cops could be by at any time. Hell,
anyone
could be by to see what we were doing.

I opened wide and sucked him down as far as I could in one go. Gareth’s fingers found my head and I recognized that instant urge for him to control the situation. He pulled my hair up, bunching it into one fist so he could direct the speed of my bobbing. I was free from the tickle of the strands, and I trusted him to pay enough attention to the world around us so we wouldn’t get arrested, closed my eyes and went to work.

My tongue pressed along the underside of his cock, teasing the sensitive spot I knew was there. I let my teeth scrape against his skin, upping the pain threshold a bit more. He might enjoy being in charge, but I now knew he didn’t mind a bit of bite with his pleasure.

“This is how I’ve been picturing you for weeks.” He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed my hair. “Every time I’d close my eyes I’d see you down there, sucking my cock, a look of bliss on your face. I love how much you let yourself go and enjoy the feeling of the moment.”

God, I wanted to reach down and play with my clit, get myself to the edge until he told me I could come. I might not even need that, the sound of his voice, the barely restrained lust enough to push me over the edge.

“I wanted to come back so many times since I left. I wanted to tie you up to that bloody cross and spank your ass until you understood. I never let anyone do that to me before. Not even Rachael. She always needed me to take change.”

My mind was already cataloging things I wanted to do to him the next time I got to take over in the bedroom.

Gareth’s cock pulsed in my mouth as he bucked up. If I placed my hands on his thighs and pushed myself up a bit, he’d have room to be able to fuck my face. It wouldn’t take much to get him to—

“Liz, stop thinking.” He reached down and pinched my nipple.

Right. No thinking.

He gently pulled me off his cock, ignoring my whimper. I don’t think I could ever get tired of sucking him.

“Are you wearing any panties under that skirt?” There was a rough quality to his voice, something I hadn’t heard before. Something primal.

“Yes.” I could barely manage more than a whisper.

“Off. Now.”

I’ve never moved that fast before, in my life. Instead of tossing my panties aside, Gareth took them and draped them over his glasses. “You won’t be getting those back.”

“No?”

“I’m still deciding if I want you wearing panties ever again. I’ll let you know.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re going to kill me, Liz.” He gave the side of my neck a squeeze. “There’s a condom in my pocket. Take it out and put it on me.”

I’d been glad I’d already done this at least once to him, because this time my hands were shaking madly. We were in public fucking in the back of a car. The real threat of getting caught was a turn-on I’d never guessed it would be. Apparently, I was a closet exhibitionist. Maybe I would be able to get up on the cross back at the club. Once I had the latex on him, I spread the lube that clung to my fingers across my pussy.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are when you’re turned-on. Come here.”

Without any sort of grace or ease, he pulled me up until I was able to straddle him. It was as if we knew our time was limited, that this cocoon we’d spun around us would break and the real world would invade. I didn’t care—nothing would stop me from taking what I wanted.

And I wanted Gareth. Dominant, broken, beautiful Gareth.

Unlike the first time we’d done this, there was no hesitation in my moves. I lined myself up with him and sank down hard on his cock. His hands found their way to my hips as he helped me find the leverage we both wanted. Fuck, there would be finger marks in my skin tomorrow from the strength of his grasp. I leaned in and sucked his earlobe into my mouth, nibbling at the sensitive skin with my teeth.

“That’s it, Liz. Your cunt is so wet and eager. You’ve wanted me to fuck you for a long time. Not that shit we did the first time. You wanted me to take charge, give you what I wanted. Be careful what you wish for, Lizzy.”

Gareth shoved one hand between us and pinched the outside top of my clit. The little bolt of pain had my pussy clamping down on his cock, forcing him even deeper. When he’d release the flesh a rush of pleasure would spark from the spot. Over and over he’d pinch and release, as he’d whisper in my ear.

“When I get you home, I’m going to cane your ass until it’s red. I’m going to bind your body with rope. You won’t be able to get away from me and what I do to you. I’m going to fuck your ass while I push a dildo into your cunt. I’ll make you scream yourself raw.”

I wrapped my arms around his head and pushed his face against the side of my throat. He spanked my ass hard three times as I drew closer to my orgasm. The momentum, the pain, being pressed so close to him, was all too much for me to handle. I sucked in a breath and bit down on his shoulder.

“Fuck, Liz.” He leaned as far back as the seat would allow.

With my orgasm still rolling through me, I wanted to chase the pleasure, pull as much as I could from it. I rolled my hips, grinding down hard on him. It was enough to push him over. He didn’t hold back his cries. The shout bounced off the widows, echoing back to me as another surge of pleasure erupted. I’m not sure how long we stayed cuddled together, shaking as we came down from our pleasure, but it was long enough for the widows to fog.

Gareth shifted me around so my head was resting comfortably against his shoulder and my legs were draped across his lap. He ran his fingers through my hair, wrapping strands around his fingers.

“Liz?”

“Hmm?”

“What you said to me the last time we did this?”

Nerves soured my stomach. “Yeah?”

“Do you still feel that way?”

I wasn’t sure what answer he was looking for, but given his earlier reaction, I didn’t think it was an escape route. “Do I think I love you?”

He nodded.

“Yeah, of course I do.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Gareth.”

He lifted a strand of hair to his nose and breathed in the scent. “I’m really screwed up. You know that, right?”

“No more than I am.”

“Maybe that means we’ll be able to make a go of this.”

I slipped my hand beneath his shirt and played with his chest hair. “Gareth?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think Rachael would have liked me?”

He pushed his fingers into my hair, before taking a strand and wrapping it around his finger. “She would have loved you. In fact, I bet she would be happy knowing we were together.”

“Really?” It’s weird hoping to have the approval of someone who’s died. Not that I’m anything but different.

“Really. And she’d expect that I’d treat you like a princess, unless you’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

Looking up into his beautiful brown eyes, I couldn’t stop myself from grinning. “Then I better learn to behave.”

“I hope not, baby. I hope not.”

About Christine d’Abo

It took Christine a lot longer than the average bear to figure out what she wanted to be when she grew up. When she was home on maternity leave, she decided to take a stab at saving her sanity and sat down to write a romance novel. After dabbling with various sub-genres, she realized she really enjoyed creating strange new worlds and writing about sex. Whether due to the pregnancy hormones or sleep deprivation, she thought this was a great combination.

Many years later her kids are in school and she’s back at her day job, but the writing bug is here to stay. When not torturing her characters, she’s busy playing with her children or conducting “research” with her husband.

Christine welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her
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