Training the Dom

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Authors: Christine d'Abo
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his sternum.
    “No matter what I do, don’t let go of the headboard.”
    Oh, that got his internal hamster wheel spinning.
    Gareth flexed his grip on the spindles and widened his legs. Still no words. God, we were going to have to work at this whole not-talking thing.
    “Gareth, how long have we known each other?”
    Another tiny huff. “Four months.”
    “Hard to believe it’s only been such a short time. I feel as if I’ve known you a lot longer.”
    He swallowed hard, but no other comment.
    I shifted my knees so they pressed against his side. A sheen of sweat covered both of us now. I should get up and turn on the fan, or at least open the window. I wouldn’t because either action would take me away from him.
    Instead I licked a slow path from one of his nipples to the other. “What did you think of me the first time you saw me?”
    “That thank God you weren’t some crazy woman. And why the hell had you spent so much on me at that auction.”
    That earned him a bite on the collarbone. “Smart-ass. I mean when you saw me in the crowd. When you were still standing behind the curtain.”
    When he didn’t answer right away, I started to work my way down his body, nipping and licking every enticing bit of skin I saw. It wasn’t until I reached the side of his stomach that he tried to squirm away.
    “I thought you looked a bit lost. Stop that!”
    “No. I’m in control and this is what I want to do.” This time I licked across his bellybutton, pointedly ignoring his cock. “What do you mean I looked lost?”
    Gareth bucked his hips. I shifted to lick down his thigh.
    “Liz…”
    “Gareth…”
    “I mean you looked as if you wanted what was being shown to you so badly, but you didn’t have the first clue how to ask for it. You looked as if you were waiting for someone to take you by the hand and show you how good your body could feel. You wanted someone in your life who understood you.”
    Somewhere in his speech I’d stopped teasing him and simply looked. His face was flushed and his breathing had gone shallow and rapid. More importantly, he was looking at me.
    Me.
    I curled my fingers around the flesh of his leg. “Did you think…” I had to swallow. “Did you think you were the one? Who knew what I needed?”
    He opened and closed his mouth a few times before nodding.
    Now, I don’t know if it was because of all the teasing, or if I simply didn’t have the resolve to continue with the game anymore, but something in me simply broke. Without asking, I swung my leg over him, pressing my damp pussy to his stomach. I leaned my hands against his shoulders, forcing him to stay in place.
    “Say it. Please, I really need you to say it.” A tremor started deep inside me and for a moment I wasn’t sure if it was from desire or emotion. Either way, I knew I was standing on the edge of something big.
    I wanted to jump off the ledge, but I wouldn’t unless he came with me.
    Gareth lifted his head off the pillow, closing the already short distance between us. I didn’t know where to look—his eyes, his mouth, the freckles that were only visible from close up. I found myself staring at his lips, wanting to be certain I understood the words when he actually spoke them.
    “Yes.” His tongue peeked out from behind his lips, teasing as he spoke. “When I first saw you, I thought I could be the one to show you. It was the first time I’d thought anything close to that in a long time.”
    My head began to spin.
    He wanted me. He saw something inside of me that that spoke to him.
    I leaned in and sucked on his bottom lip as I pressed my cunt to his stomach. “Me?”
    “Yes.”
    The tip of his cock brushed against my ass, proving to me that I wasn’t the only one interested in this. It would be easy to shift backward and impale myself on him. I couldn’t do that though. He’d been holding out on me for a long time and I couldn’t cross that line, abuse the trust he’d given me.
    “Gareth, I want you. I

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