Nina's Dom (7 page)

Figures.
Even if he hadn't recognized
Nina, he could have picked the car as hers. Nina was the sort of person to
thumb her nose at clashes in color.
If she liked it that
would do.
Now if only he get her to like his ideas he'd be laughing. The
way her attitude spoke at the moment he'd be hard pressed to find something to even
relax her mouth into a half smile. It looked like a mammoth task, and one he had
very little hope of achieving.

 
Never say never.
 
Nic
got into his car, a conventional—albeit luxury— saloon, and after a brief
detour to a pastry shop run by a fellow Dom at Dommissimma, he pulled up
outside a neat turn of the century Victorian villa.

The
house surprised him. It looked too established and too conventional for Nina.
If anything did, it brought back to him how little he really knew about her.

Well now's my chance to rectify
that
. He got out
of his car and after grabbing the cake box, made his way to the partially
opened front door.

"Come
on through.
Straight ahead."
Nina called as he
left the gravel path and stepped onto the doorstep. "Mind the loose tile.
Milk?"

Talk
about swapping threads of conversations willy-nilly. Nic grinned. He couldn't
help it. Even conversing like this lifted his heart. "Yes, thanks, no
sugar."

"Just
as well, I don’t think I've got any. I'm sweet enough." She laughed.

Nic
was amazed at how deep and sexy her unfettered, truly amused, laugh was. It hit
his dick at a rate of knots and made his jeans somewhat tight.

"Mind
you, I could probably rake some up from Donny's. He'll not go anywhere near a
cuppa without his sugar fix. He reckons it's a throwback from his student days,
when he needed the boost to get him through nights in A and E.
My brother, the medic.
Remember?"

Nic
nodded. "I remember. But it's fine because I'm not a sugar freak.
Just a dash of milk, preferably cows’.
So,
just you and Donny the medic?
No parents tucked away in the attic?""

The
look she gave him would have frozen boiling water, but Nic just grinned.

"Tucked away in Australia
and the Highlands.
One absentee father, who I get to see if I go
south
.
Well south, like down under. And one hippy mum.
Both as far
as I know happy.
Well, Mum anyway. Dad's not much of a communicator, but
he did say he and Ron, his boyfriend, are hoping to come over next year and
catch up on all things Scottish."

Nic
hid a grin. Being here with her was much more than he could have hoped for.
As was the red thong.

The
thought that she might have bought it because his comments intrigued her was
cock hardening. The thought she might like his ideas was pre-cum inducing.

He
daren't think along those lines any further. Not without embarrassing himself.
Nic took the proffered mug and proceeded to swallow several mouthfuls of too
hot coffee. The scalding in his mouth took his mind off his cock.

"Sheesh, asbestos mouth syndrome
or what?"
Nina sipped her own drink.

In
for a penny.
"Adolescent cock syndrome.
It seems my cock has a
tendency to stand to attention and salute whenever it's around you."

Nina
spluttered and sprayed coffee over the work surface. Tears streamed down her
face, and her eyes watered. Nic put his mug down, took hers from her, and
leaned over her shoulder to pat her back.

 
Gradually her breathing slowed, and her
coughing stopped. Nic was conscious of her nipples hard and proud under her
thin top, brushing against his linen shirt. His own nipples were, as his mum
used to put it, standing out like hat pegs.

"Dammit,
Nina, we react to each other like two halves of a magnet. Can't we at least try
to see if we can find some common ground? Even if it all ends down the drain,
at least we'll have tried."

She
tilted her head back and stared at him. The grey and amber lights in the depths
of her blue eyes reminded him of a sleek feline, debating whether to pounce. As
he waited for her reply, her eyes darkened, and she nibbled her bottom lip.
Dominic bit on his “don't do that” remark. Now was the time to shut up and wait.

"Well,"
Nina said finally, just as Nic was about to break his self imposed ban of
silence. "You see we have a problem. I truly am not interested in the
lifestyle any more. It ended up boring me. I've moved on. What if we do sort of
go out together, and then you ask for something I can't give for whatever
reason, and I say nothing doing, and then you'll be all upset, I'll be all
upset, and well, will it be worth it?' She finished in a rush and took a deep
breath.

"All
that without a pause," Nic said and risked a brief kiss on her cheek. He
was going to do his best to disprove her statements if it killed him. She
didn't pull back or slap him, so he reckoned she wasn't totally averse to his
touch. "I'm impressed. Seriously though, we're both grownups, and surely
we can explore what we might have without getting our knickers in a twist, if
we find we can't come to any agreements?"

"I
don't wear knickers."

What?

 
"Pardon?"
Nic blinked. That was a turn up for the books.

"I
don't wear knickers." Nina ran her hand over her poured into cuts offs,
from her waist to her hips. "I wear boy pants or thongs. And if you're
gonna rip them off
me,
you'd better buy in bulk. I
can't afford to keep you in underwear to destroy."

Chapter Seven

It
was worth fessing up to her preferences in underwear just to see Dominic's
face. Nina swore he paled, and his jaw dropped as he stared at her.

"What's
with the codfish act, Dominic? Want to renege?"

Nic
swallowed, and the grin he gave her was enough to make one of those thongs damp
and creep up her between her butt cheeks.
"Oh not a
chance, pet.
Where shall we start?"

Those
three words, wicked evil grin, described his expression to a T.
As did the cat who got the cream.
That
made her want
to groan.

Oh shit, do not think of cream.
Not in any way. Not whipped cream, not coffee and cream, and definitely not got
the cream.
The
sensitive skin of her channel tingled, and the muscles didn't know whether to
loosen, tighten, or do the hokey pokey. On cue Nina experienced the telltale signs
of her arousal growing. Sore boobs, and a clit, which if it was independently
acting and had a voice would be screaming, touch me take me.

"
Not
calling me pet would be a good
start. Followed by sitting down and acting rationally?"

"Why not.
Where?"

Nina
looked around the kitchen. Her Victorian kitchen was
very
unfitted, some might say junk shop, chic. Mismatched chairs that sat around a
well scrubbed Edwardian table probably weren't the best place to sit.

Sod it, I like it.
"Because
I'm not an animal.
How about here?" She gestured to an old
ladder-back arm chair and the narrower taller one next to it.

"How
about here." Nic took her arm and led her toward the button back settee, which
sat near to the old fashioned French window in the breakfast area. "That's
much cozier. And I mean pet as a form of endearment not as anything else."

"Or as you'd speak to a
sub."

"Or
to
my
sub," Nic corrected her.
 

She
scowled.

That
was what one of things she was worried about. As well as the fact that cozy and
the letters Dom—by name or status— in the same sentence, or on the same settee
spelled disaster.
Or a lot of wriggling and uncomfy
underwear.

However
he didn’t give Nina a change to struggle. Before you had a chance to say
Shibari tied, she found herself sitting next to Nic on her old Victorian sofa,
looking out into the well-tended garden, across the rose bed toward the
greenhouse.

"Neat,"
Nic said.
"Your doing?"

"Yeah,
I love gardening. It's a relief after a day of teaching kids who really don't
care about John Knox or the Highland Clearances, to get out there and do
something earthy.
Something that could be mindless if you
wanted it to be, but to me it isn't."
She
shrugged,
embarrassed at how easy it was to open up to him once they were away from Dommissimma.
"Anyway, yes it's all my work.
Veggies and roses.
The roses were my grandma's favorites. The lawn's only there because I love the
smell of newly mown grass, not to sit on.
Too many
creepy-crawlies.
I put the sun-bed on the patio."

"Naked sunbathing?"

Nina
laughed.
"In your dreams.
Nothing
doing.
Apart from the fact I've a redhead’s propensity to
burn,
the old man next door would have a heart attack. Very
decorous I am. A vest top and shorts is about my limit."

"Pity.
Mind you any redness on your
skin will be down to me, not the sun." He put his finger over her lips.
"No cussing, and believe me when I say you cuss and you'll get the reddest
ass outside of sunburn you've ever seen."

 
Nina was speechless. What she wanted to say
would probably start World War Three.

"However, back to the
subject of your garden.
It's lovely, and it's secluded. Are you sure he'd actually see in?
Without standing on a step ladder."

"Who
knows, but I'm not taking the chance. I like living here as Miss Mack the
schoolteacher, not Miss Mack the hussy."

"Point taken.
So what are we going to do about
us?" Nic stretched his legs out and crossed them at the ankles.

Nina
sighed. He would have to harp back to that. "I don't know. Say hi and
bye?"

"Say
hey and play?"

Why
was he so damned calm about it all? There she was, spiders in her stomach,
goosebumps
on her arms, and a scalp that itched, and he
looked cool, calm, and collected.

"Stop
messing." Nina used her best teacher to recalcitrant pupil voice. "Be
serious."

"Pet,
I am being serious." Nic took hold of her hand and started to play with
her fingers. The roughened skin of his hands stroked the softer flesh of her
fingers. Such a little
touch
, but it sent messages to
her clit. The sort of messages that had her blocking out the pictures they
created. The sit on the floor, bow your head, and submit sort of pictures.

"Baa, baa, cluck, cluck.
Dominic, I'm not sure."

"Of?"

"Lots of things.
Mind you there is one thing I'm
damned sure of." She paused and twisted on the chair to stare at him.

Her
action stretched her arm, but Nic didn't lose his grip on her hand. His fingers
tightened a little, and he
paused
his gentle strokes for
a second or two, before he resumed them. The perfumes of the vase of mixed
flowers on a table nearby wafted around and mixed with Nic's cologne to tease
Nina. Her body was taut, and his scent of all male, be it alone or diluted by a
bouquet of blooms, did nothing to help her relax.

"Do.
Not.
Call.
Me.
Pet.
Ever. I hate it. I know it's supposed to be an endearment, but I bloody hate
it. Please, if we do see if we can have a … a whatever, don't call me pet.
Or chick, kitten, babe, lamb, or whatever.
Wherever I lived
as a child someone would call you one of those silly names, almost as if they
didn't know your real name, and it would do instead. I felt it made me lose my
identity. My name is Dineen, or Nina. No more, no less." Would he accept
that? Nina hadn't realized just how much she resented the silly pet names.
"Please?"

"Okay,
I can go with that. But when we play—"

"If we play."
Nina jumped in to correct him.
"
Which is doubtful.
"

"Oh,
love, believe me if we go any further we will play. I don't care how often you
shout not
interested,
your body language begs to
differ. Be it here, at my house or the club. That's a given. I'm not saying
when, or how, but it's something to think about. We will play. Because how can
you say you've given us a fair chance if we don't? Now I'll leave you to think
over a few things.
When
we play, I'll
need a name you'll accept. One so you know we
are
scening
.
And I'll leave
that to you for now. Otherwise it will be my call.
When are you free in the evening?"