Nina's Dom (8 page)

"Eh?"
Nina's head was spinning. How on earth had she gone from no not interested, to
having to think of a name to use when they might be playing? That wasn't going
to happen, so why couldn't she say so?

"When
can we meet?" Nic asked her again. "I'll take you out to dinner. Do
you like Vietnamese food?"

He
stood up and tugged her to her feet. His musky, male scent, combined with a
soft spring like cologne teased her senses. When he put his hands on her
shoulders and rubbed her arms, she shivered. Not from cold but from the
indefinable sexual pull he exerted without effort.

"Er,
yes right, um, Tue… no, I have parents evening. Wednesday I'm …" What on
earth was she doing on Wednesday? "Oh I'm going to a lecture at the uni.
I'm out Thursday and Friday. So it's the weekend or next week?"

"Saturday,
I'll pick you up at seven." Nic pulled her to her feet and held her close.
As he fastened his mouth on hers, Nina gave into the urge she'd had ever since
she'd seen him at the club. She pushed one leg between his, leaned in until his
cock was hard against her stomach, and deepened the kiss. His tongue tangled
with hers, and Nic gripped and squeezed her ass. The intoxicating smell of
aroused male filled her. For a few long seconds Nina felt the heady excitement
of being in charge.

Of
course she wasn't. It was all an illusion.
A moment in time
where he stood back and mentally gave her free rein.

The
smack to her butt made her jump. She pulled backward as far as Dominic let
her—she didn't delude herself it was anything but his decision—and glared at
him. His arms might be loose around her waist, but the hint, the threat of his
fingers tightening on her torso or
ass,
was uppermost
in her mind.

"What
the fuck was that for?" Nina drew one of her hands back and balled it into
a fist.

"If
you touch me in anger, my love, all bets are off." There was no mistaking
the message in Dominic's voice. "I'll have you over my knee, thong-less,
and spanking that pretty ass until you're as red as your hair." Nic spoke
in an even tone, but his intent and determination were obvious.
"Your choice."

It
was oh so tempting to call his bluff.
Except the glint in his
eyes dared her.
Nina might be well trained in self-defense, but she
guessed she'd be no match for Nic, especially in this mood. He was a man who
didn't hold out false promises.

Carefully,
and very deliberately, Nina held her hands in the air and uncurled her fingers
one by one. She wiggled her fingers and leaned sideways to where a neat pile of
folded laundry sat, waiting to be put away. She plucked a delicate white lacy
thong from the top and waved it in the air. He had a lot to answer to. Her
underwear budget had gone through the roof this last week, and several hitherto
hated items had entered her knicker drawer.

"Peace,
please. And these are not for shredding. I come in peace."

"You
won't."

He
was doing his cryptic-speak again. Nina wriggled her nose.

"Come
in peace," Nic said. "You'll come screaming and shouting.
Nothing peaceful about it at all."

The
pictures that conjured up rendered Nina speechless.

"Yes,
well, I've maybe got to explain something to you. Oh it's not a skeleton in the
closet or anything big.
Just what I'm all about.
And I
need to think things through first. I want to be open and truthful, without
overstating my thoughts and yeah, my reasons for what I think. Are you busy on
Saturday morning? Perhaps we could go for a quick walk, and after we've chatted
you can decide if you still want to bother with me? I think so much better when
I'm on the move. Would you have time for a quick donder around the park? I'll bring
some bread so you can feed the ducks."

Nic's
face wasn't showing much agreement.

"Please?"
Damn I'm begging, well he better not see
that
as subservient.
"It's really
important, and you need to know this stuff before, well before we go any
further."

Nina
listened to a vehicle backfire outside, and a boom-boom of a car's stereo,
before all she could hear was the hum of the fridge.

"It's
not delaying tactics, I promise," she said, annoyed to hear the
desperation she portrayed. "But it is important. It's me, who, and what I
am. The park's only around the corner, and I promise once we get there I'll
tell you what's on my mind." She hated the whiny pleading tone in her
voice. However it
was
important he
hear her out.

"You'd
better." Dominic the Dom was back and firing on all cylinders. Nina would
have bitten her tongue rather than admit his velvet tones laced with steel made
her go weak at the knees.
To say nothing of moist in the
pussy.

"I
promise."
Shit, I nearly added Sir.
That is so not good.
Nina went to the sink, ran the tap, and filled a glass
with water to moisten her dry throat. She wasn't ready for subbing, and wasn't
sure she ever would be.

"Then
I'll be here at ten."

He
waved and walked away.

Nina
washed the cups up in a thoughtful mood. Had she done the right thing?

****

By
Saturday morning she was in a blue funk. What to wear, what to say, how much to
open up.
 
Anyone would think I'd got bad memories, not
just bored ones.
She admitted to herself just how pathetic that seemed.
All the cloak and dagger stuff, for boredom
and disinterest. Well no, not just that, but that's a big part of it.
 
Thought after thought chased through her
head until she made it ache. Nina downed two painkillers and did some yoga and
meditation to calm
herself
. For once the soothing rituals
didn't work very well. If she'd had time—and thought of it—she would have
booked a Reiki session before today. But she hadn't, so she just had to get on
with it. An unexpected phone call from her mum had helped to take her mind off
the forthcoming meeting, and she'd almost blurted out her worries. However
common sense stopped her. She knew full well her mum would say she was fretting
before there was any need. Instead she'd chatted cheerfully about school, asked
how Yuri was—"Perfect, just perfect"—and learned just what her parent
was up to. Which according to her mum was "same old same old, I must be
getting old". It didn't seem to bother her any. When the call ended, Nina
was in a much more cheerful frame of mind.

The
texts and phone calls she'd received from Nic over the last days had both
reassured and alarmed her. She loved the way he tried to allay her fears,
chatted about his day, and made her laugh with jokes and anecdotes. She hated
the fact that if she couldn’t do as he wanted, or he couldn't meet her halfway,
her current status wouldn't change. She wanted it to, and with Dominic, but
would they find that important common ground to allow it to happen?

The
simple text on the Friday night made her shiver.
Red, thong.
But she did as he
demanded. Nina had no doubt it was a demand and not a request.

 
The first test?
Probably, but okay, I can do that.

The
knock on the door as she brushed her hair after she changed her skirt for the
fourth time made her jump and drop the brush.

 
She opened the door, and gulped. How could
something
so
simple as well-worn denims and a black t-shirt
look so Dom-like? It was every thong-dampening fantasy from every book she'd
read, come to life. Her skin tingled.

 
Nic looked her up and down.

"Nice,
though the bottom three buttons need to be undone."

Before
Nina had time to object, he bent and opened the long swirly skirt—her armor—up
to just above her knee. She grasped the sides of her blouse.

Nic
followed her actions and laughed. "Unless you've changed your mind, we're
off to the park. You know public, people, and no PDAs. Well no OTT PDAs. Let's
keep it clean.
Unless you
have
decided on something different."

She
shook her head, and he laughed.

"Ah
well, the park it is." Nic waited for her to pick up the bag of crusts
she'd sorted out for the ducks and stood to one side whilst she secured the
house. "Did you do as I asked?"

"Yes."
Nina was annoyed her voice came out in a squeak. Good grief, she wasn't a
scaredy-cat teenager, and she was decently clad. There was no reason to sound
as if Jack the Ripper had demanded she cut off her hair—her “down there”
hair—or something. She cleared her throat. "Yes, I did."

"Good
girl." Nic took her hand.
"Which way?"

Nina
used her free hand to point to a path between two houses across the road.
"Over there. That's a short cut."

They
silence between them was companionable, rather than charged, and after the ups
and downs she'd experienced when she was anywhere near Nic, Nina appreciated
it. Even over the phone he had her body on high alert, and the dreams she'd
experienced that week were much more erotic than normal. On several occasions
she'd woken up and looked for Vic the Vibe to settle herself. Bernie the Bullet
just wasn't enough.

The
peaceful, normal actions of walking together in harmony made Nina wish it could
always be like this. Sadly, she knew it couldn't. Before long she was going to
up the tension once more.

"I
can almost hear the cogs whirring in that brain of yours." Nic squeezed
her hand. "Whatever's worrying you, surely it's not so bad we can't sort
it?"

"Well,
we can sort it," Nina said. "Sort of, or I can do something about it.
You might not want to." She opened the park gate and slipped inside to
stand on the path surrounded by a neat box hedge, and overlooking a small
loch—a
lochan
.

"As
ever your pronouncements are as clear as mud, anima mia. Spit it out."

"
Ani
…what?"

"Anima mia, my soul."

He's crackers.
"I'm not your soul."

"You
will be. So?"

Nina
took a quick look around. One man and his dog on the far side of the
lochan
, two women with prams a few hundred yards ahead, and
six ducks, none close enough to hear her confession. "I'm a virgin."

Chapter Eight

Nic
stopped dead in the middle of the path. Had he really heard aright?

"Say
that again?
Slowly."

If
looks could kill he'd be pushing up the daisies. She didn't just glare. Her eyes
spat fire, and she clenched and unclenched her hands.

"You
bloody heard me. I'm a virgin. No cock–in person. Not had my cherry popped. Virgo
intacta…well maybe not that, but never been fu…"

He
put one finger over her lips. It was that or
turn
her
around and swat her ass. They really would have to work on her propensity for cussing.
"I can't believe you talk like that in front of your students, so why
don't you afford me the same courtesy?" How he kept his voice level and
emotionless he had no idea.

She
blushed and lifted his finger up. Her breath was warm on his flesh, and Nic was
sorry she hadn't pulled the digit closer and tasted him.

 
"Of course I don't. What d'you
think
I am?" she said in an indignant tone. "And I
swear when I'm not with my students because sometimes I wish I could when I was.
It's a creative outlet." She giggled, and the sides of her eyes crinkled
up. "That's what I tell myself. If I hear a kid swearing I tell them it's
a lack of vocabulary. I'll try to curb my predisposition for vocal relief when
I'm around you."

Nic
laughed. The verbal sparring sent waves of awareness through him, and he felt
fully alive for the first time in longer than he'd like to admit. Probably
since his wife had died.
"Oh, not that, I enjoy vocal
relief, especially when it's me that's causing it."

"Argh."
Nina put her head in her hands.
"You'd twist a sermon.
Right then, two things.
Part of the problem is I hate taking orders and I sure as hell am useless at
giving them. Well unless it's as a teacher. A lot of it stems from feeling so
useless when Mum dragged us all over the country. I wanted to stay put, but had
to do as she said. I vowed when I finally got to go to school that no one else
would have that sort of power over me again. Evidently I incorporated that into
BDSM. Yes, I know the sub has the power, but try telling my psyche.
 
The other thing is
,
I've never had vaginal sex. Or any sex for that matter, okay? I don't count a
fumble in the back of Angus
Straiton's
mini when I
was sixteen. Oh merde, I'm such a loser. How can I even think about all this
other stuff when I've never had a good firm ... penis in
me.
"