Free Training the Dom by Christine d'Abo Page A

everything is new, sexy, wild. “How long had you two been together?”
    “Four years, but we’d only gotten hard-core into BDSM for the last year.”
    Gareth’s hand had tightened on my knee. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to ground himself in the present, or if he was scared I was going to run away on him.
    Regardless, I placed my hand over his and squeezed back. “So that auction?”
    “Was my way of trying to get back into the land of the living. Stephen said it would be the perfect thing to try, meet someone and there’d be no strings attached. It would give me a chance to see if I really was a Dom, or if I’d only been that way with Rache.”
    “So, me chasing you down at the university was unexpected.” Great, so I’d been stalking a still-grieving widower. Nice.
    “Unexpected, but not unwelcomed.” Gareth turned to face me more, picking my hand up in his. “When you were standing there after my class, I wasn’t sure if I was more scared that you being there was a beginning or an end. I’d only just admitted to myself that I was lonely.”
    He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed each of my knuckles. “I tried to fool myself into thinking that if I kept things being only be about you, that I wasn’t betraying Rachael and I could still have something new for myself. But every time we got together, I saw in your eyes that it wasn’t enough. That you wanted more from me, and I wasn’t sure I could give it to you.”
    “So the reason you didn’t want to fuck me was because you thought you were betraying your wife?”
    “No. But it felt as though I was going to have to say goodbye to her. I didn’t know if I could do that.”
    “I would never ask you to.”
    “I realize that now. But when you said you loved me…I thought that was it. I had to make a decision and choose between you.”
    Fear makes a person do strange things indeed. I was absolutely terrified that Gareth had tracked me down so he could give me a proper sendoff. That would have killed me. Driven by panic, I leaned in and kissed him hard. His tongue met mine, pushing and sliding against each other in an intimate caress. Stubble rubbed against my chin and cheek, keeping me focused solely on him. On us.
    “I want you.” I moved to bite at his earlobe. “If you’re saying goodbye, wait until after because I really need to fuck you now.”
    Gareth took my face in his hands and pulled me back. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. These past three weeks nearly killed me. It hurt almost as much as when I lost Rache, except this time it was my fault. I couldn’t do that to either of us.”
    Oh. “So you don’t hate me?”
    He chuckled and nipped at the end of my nose. “How the hell could anyone hate you?”
    “You’d be surprised. There are at least three people at work.”
    “Well, they’re morons.” Gareth looked straight into my eyes and smiled. “I wanted to tell you that I’m not sure how you managed to work your way into my heart so fast, but I love you, Liz.”
    “You…” I was grinning like a fool.
    “Love you. Yes.” He kissed her hard enough to make my head spin. “Now get on your knees and suck my cock.”
    It’s impossible to drop to one’s knees in the backseat of a car with any bit of grace. Given the length of Gareth’s body, it was challenging to move myself between his thighs and still have enough room to get his jeans down. Working together, we managed to get one shoe and one leg free, making it far easier to yank down his briefs.
    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,