Nina's Dom (6 page)

Nina
felt a pang—just one—of remorse for deceiving her friend. Karin would do
anything for her, and it went against the grain not to be open with her.
However…

"You're
on. Did you enjoy yourself, Kay? What did you get up to?"

Karin
giggled. "I was shown around by a lovely lady. I had a shot at a flogger
on a dummy. Fiona said I had a good eye. Mind you I don't think Iain would go
for me showing it to him and saying ‘bend over, big boy’. And he's so not going
to use one on me. He's the original bad aim man. When we went on an archery course,
everyone stood where he was supposed to hit. That way we knew we'd be safe. Ah
well, I did learn some interesting pelvic exercises, and those
Kegel
balls sound fun. I might have to get me some of
them."

Nina
nodded as the rendition of “Human”—which sounded anything but—came to an end
and the caterwaulers sat down again. The chat became general, as who should
sing what, and who wanted what to eat was debated.

The
girls had enjoyed themselves. Even though Nina had refused to sing—she knew her
limitations—she danced to the old disco tunes and watched and laughed along
with the others at some of the less rhythmic attempts.

By
the time the minibus dropped her off outside her house in the wee small hours,
Nina was exhausted. Monica kissed her tearfully as Nina left the minibus, and
hugged her so tight Nina was reminded of a certain bondage session she'd
experienced a few years earlier. The others waved, and Nina went into her house
and took off her shoes in relief. They may be flats, but after several hours
standing in them she wanted to throw them at the wall and wriggle her toes.

Given
the chance she would have slept for a straight eight hours, but the alarm woke
her with its cheerful DJ on her chosen radio station. She'd forgotten to unset
it.

Cursing,
and now wide awake, Nina rolled onto her back and went over the previous
evening in her mind.

The
memory had her wriggling her toes under the duvet. They were still there, and
still able to move thank goodness. There had been a few times on the dance
floor when she wouldn't have put her money on it. The action reminded her of
something Nic had said about shoes and subs. That made her clit tingle, and she
gritted her teeth. She so didn't want to resort to…

Dammit.

Dominic
Christopher. He was one major problem. One Nina had no idea how to solve.

However
there were other things to sort out first. As in the lack of food in the
fridge, the overflowing washing basket, and a head that needed fresh air.
Plus a need to go for a pee, and a swift session with her faithful
Bernie the Bullet.
She tackled the problems in reverse order.

By
the time she headed for the supermarket Nina felt almost human. Bernie had
played his part in one of the best self-given orgasms she had in a long while,
and she was sated and happy, albeit wishing it had been a hard cock not a hard
buzzing bit of metal playing with her clit.

 
Coming face to face with one of students
almost sent her back into the Neanderthal cave, but it was a brief, "hey
miss, you coming over here to check this place out as well eh?" sort of
encounter. She didn't say it was her home turf, and she hadn't traveled fifteen
odd miles to get there. Instead she smiled, nodded and headed into the ladies’
apparel aisle. As she hoped it repelled her student.

"Well
fancy meeting you here. The red thong would be perfect."

Oh grief, I know that voice.

Nina
turned to one side to see Nic whirling one of the offending garments around his
finger.

"In
here?" She waved her hand around to encompass the building.
"Cheap as chips.com?"
She used the local nickname
for the large chain of supermarkets.

"You'd
only wear them once," Nic said and grinned. "No point in spending a
lot. I'd ruin them for another time."

Nina
blinked.
 
Damn, he looks good.
Why couldn’t he look
like a troll, or a gnome or something? Why did he have to look like a Greek god
in denims?

"Pardon?"

"The thong.
If you wore it with me it would
only last once.
Cheap as chips and easy to rip.
Perfect. Are you?"

Nina's
head whirled. Why couldn't she keep up with the conversation? Two glasses of
crap wine and a sneaked in G and T twelve hours earlier couldn't get her that
woosy.

"Perfect
for what?" she asked in a bewildered tone. What did he mean?

"To
rip off," Nic said.
"Before I spank your ass and
any other part of you that takes my fancy."

Nina
didn’t know whether to laugh or roll her eyes at his certainty. The man lived
in cloud cuckoo land.

"Not
going to happen, mate." She picked up a pair of socks and put them in her
basket. "Excuse me." Nina did her best to maneuver her trolley around
Nic. He jumped to one side and fell in with step with her.

Bugger
and shit.

"I'm
busy," Nina said as she flung the first fruit and veg she came to into the
basket of the trolley, and steered it down the next aisle.
Or
tried to.
As ever the darned thing had a mind of its own and four wheels
that decided not to cooperate with each other.

"Healthy
but boring, don't you think?"

"Eh?"
Nina looked down into the well of the trolley. He had a point. She fished two
packets of sprouts out and the fennel—she hated fennel—and thrust them at him.
"Here, you have them. And give me space. You're getting me all hot and
bothered."

Nic
raised one eyebrow, and she blushed.

"Not
like that, you moron. Now please let me get on with this shopping. I hate
supermarkets almost as much as I hate the dental hygienist attacking my teeth."
Nina tried to turn the trolley without crashing into a row of kitchen towels.

"Let
me." Nic leaned across her, and began to take her hands off the handle. The
trolley spun round, and he overbalanced. Several loo rolls cascaded down and
hit him on the head.

Nina
giggled. "Woops, ahh…" The trolley decided to cooperate and move.
However Nina wasn't expecting it, and she leaned backwards into the shelves
behind her. The boxes that fell around her and into her trolley made her
redden.

Damn my bloody blushing.

"You
reckon we're going to need all these?" Nic lifted one of the several boxes
of condoms that now rested among the asparagus and oranges.
"And
extra large at that.
Honey, I thank you for your belief in my size and
prowess, but even I need some recuperation time. I think it'd take us a fair
few weeks to get through this lot."

"In your dreams."
Nina picked out all twelve or so
boxes and carefully replaced them on the shelf.

"Not
even keeping one? Ah, I'm gutted."

"You
will be if you don't get out of the way."

Nina
went to move away. Nic stopped her by the simple maneuver of putting one foot
in front of a wheel and his hand on her chin.

"I'm
never going to get out of your way, Nina. You'd better believe that." His
voice was deep and as ever made her clit clench and her nipples harden. "Remember
the adage, pet. Don't diss with a Dom." His tone wasn't hard, but it was
full of authority.

Nina
wasn't sure she appreciated it.

"Why?"

"Why what?"
Nic walked to her side and began
to push the trolley toward the checkouts. "Don't diss with a Dom? You know
the answer to that. Now, have you finished?"

She
had no idea. If she got home and found she'd forgotten deodorant or tissues she
could nip to the tiny supermarket ‘round the corner later, when she went to the
newsagent for the newspapers.

"Er
yes, well um. Oh hell, I've no bloody idea. It'll do.
And why
me?"
 
Grief, I sound like a real idiot. I've never
ummed and ahhed so much in my life.

"If
I knew the answer to that, pet, I'd bottle it and sell it. Who knows why
someone is attracted to someone? It's one of life's mysteries, along with pheromones,
hormones and general horniness I guess. But I took one look at you, and I
knew."

"But
what did you know?"

"That
you are mine."

She
dropped the bottle of wine she'd just picked up.

Chapter Six

"You
are delusional, you know that? Screw loose, two pence short of a shilling, not
the sharpest pencil in the box, screwy. And look what the
hell
you made me do. I'm splattered in wine, and some poor sod's
going to have to clear the mess up. Well you can pay for the bloody bottle.
Asshole."
Nina bent down and picked up the largest
pieces of glass. A store employee rushed up to them and took the shards from
her.

"My job, love.
Don't you go getting yourself
scratched or cut
now.
" She gave Nina a smile,
drooled at Nic, and shooed them away. "No, you don't need to take a bit to
the checkout, and pay for it. It's these trolleys. They just take over, and
argh that sounds scary. Off you go,
it's
fine."

"Bless
her. It's a bugger of a job. I cleaned through uni in a supermarket." Nina
looked up at him. "Dare I risk picking up another bottle, or are you and
your insane ideas going to make me drop it?"

"Language, pet.
We'll need to work on that dirty
mouth. I don’t like my pet to sound like she's crawled out of the gutter."

"Pet?
Oh fu…sheesh, don't start that all over again," Nina bunched her fists
together. "I'm going to get that wine." She spun on her heel and went
back to the wine display. To his amusement she picked up three bottles and
returned with them to him.

"Don't
you dare say a
word.
Okay." Nina stared at him as
if to defy him contradict her. "What about your own shopping? Hadn't you
better do it?"

"Done
it,
and it's in the car. I came back in when I saw
you."

The
incredulous look on her face was worth every second of the way he'd rushed to
load his groceries and run back into the store so he didn't miss her.

"Look
that checkout's nearly empty."

Evidently
she chose to ignore his confession. He remembered her demand and chuckled. "Say
what? That too much wine is bad for you? Makes you put on weight?
Wouldn't dare."
Nic began to unload the trolley, amazed
to see she'd left the red-clash-with her-hair thong in there. He put it onto
the conveyor with a smirk.

She
actually growled. How he kept his face straight he had no idea. Nic wondered
how close to getting thumped he was. He couldn't help it; he laughed. With her
red hair and pale skin flushed and getting redder by the second she reminded
him of one of those films where they showed you a tomato ripening. He reckoned
he'd better not tell her about that comparison.

"Okay,
okay, truce, eh?" Nic thought he'd best
backpedal
a bit before he really did get thumped. She was altogether too easy to wind up,
but if her temper did match her hair he was skating on very thin ice. "I'm
sorry, pet. Let's make peace over a coffee?” He wanted to say over a spanking
bench, but decided that was several steps too far.
"Coffee
and cake?"

"Hmm."
The look Nina gave him was
enough to make a snake wriggle, let alone a mere human. Eventually, she gave a
half shrug. "Fine, there's a coffee shop over in that corner. I'll see you
there in ten minutes." She turned her back on him and began to load the
shopping.

Nic
had hoped for somewhere more salubrious than a supermarket coffee shop on a
busy afternoon, but reckoned beggars couldn't be choosers. He'd try to inveigle
her somewhere better over coffee and… He looked at the cakes and pastries on
offer and shuddered.
No,
not a chance.
Instead Nic stood next to the lockers you could keep
your shopping trolley in and waited for Nina to join him.

"It's
like a three day old bake sale in there," he said as she walked up.
"Without the sale.
How about you follow me to the
Lochan coffee shop? It's not far from here."

Nina
rolled her eyes.
"Maybe not.
But it's ten miles
past my doorstep." She sighed. "Okay, it goes against my better judgment,
but I'll make the coffee." She rattled off her address. Nic was damned
glad he had a good memory. Did she speak fast in the hope he'd get it wrong?

"Give
me half an hour so I can get the perishables away." She didn't wait for
his agreement.

Nic
watched her go, checked the time on his watch and walked leisurely toward his
car. A bright red sports car shot past him, with its top down. The red of the
car clashed with the driver's hair.