Training the Dom by Christine d'Abo Read Free Book Online

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