Free Training the Dom by Christine d'Abo Page B

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