Nina's Dom (9 page)

Nina
looked so worried that Nic acted without hesitation. He gathered her into his
arms, held her tight and nuzzled the top of her head. Her hair was clean, shiny,
and smelled of lemon verbena. He instantly decided it was his new favorite
scent. "Oh, anima mia, we can sort that. It will be my pleasure and an
honor to do so." He took her arm once more and urged her along the path.
They might as well enjoy the sunshine. "Is that why you won't sub?" It
sounded an inane reason to Nic, but he'd long decided that one person's reasoning
might be totally incomprehensible to someone else. "Because you're a
virgin and hate taking orders?"

"Don't
be daft. You know as well as I do that the sub has the last word. Or that you
don’t have to have sex to be a Domme or a sub. Of course I'd like to jump the fence
and let the horse see the field, but it's not my be all and end all. No, that's
not worth thinking of."

"What
isn't?" Damned if what hadn't become his most used word that day, as well
as Nina's. "Losing your virginity?"

 
"No, you nit."
Nina slugged his arm in a friendly way. "Mind you, I guess that’s it as
well. I've never met anyone I could be bothered to go all the way with. At uni
I was so damned focused, I didn't have time to go through the whole
plimsol
line mating rituals."

He
must have looked as bewildered as he felt, because Nina elaborated. "You know
the ‘you can touch me above my waist as long as I've got my bra on, but not
below’ rubbish. The
plimsol
line, like on a boat. I
mean BDSM. I studied it, practiced it, wrote about it, and thought, hey, that's
great if it's what you want, but I don't. I just got bored with it all. For a
start, I don't do pain. It's not a pleasure, and no one but no one practices
corporal punishment on me and keeps their body parts where they're supposed to
be. And before you ask, no, I wasn't abused, I've never been attacked, and yes,
I did try it.
With a very good Dom.
But we both agreed
it wasn't for me."

"Athol?"
Why Nic was so certain he had no
idea, but it fitted.

"Athol,"
Nina agreed. "Poor soul, he never, ever said I was damaging his Dom-cred,
but he did say something about difficult subs who weren't and Doms and Dommes who
didn't. I fell into both categories."

It
figured. Although Nina sounded insouciant, the dark cloud in her eyes and the
worry lines over her forehead told a different story. Nic's heart went out to
her. He tried a new tactic.

"How
about we try something different?" Nic spied a nearby seat and pushed Nina
toward it. The two women with the prams had disappeared, and the only other
person in the vicinity was a jogger taking his time to do a circuit of the
area, whilst enjoying the sunshine. "Park your butt and hear me out."
Dominic sat down, and let go of her arm. He wasn't giving Nina any chance to
say he coerced her and forced her to listen.

She
lifted one shoulder and twisted her mouth up at one side, then sat down, putting
the bag of crusts onto the ground next to them.
"Sheesh,
I so love the sun.
Why do I live in Scotland? Land of summer is one day
in May and the bloody midge."

"Men in kilts and whisky?"
Nic said. "It works for me.
No, I'm not gay, or bi, but I can appreciate a good hot male bod when I see
one. With a few politicians apart, a kilt always makes a guy look good."

"Yeah…"
Nina let out her breath with gusto, and tucked her feet under the slats of the
wooden seat. The front of her skirt with its buttons unfastened split fell to
either side of her legs and exposed long, pale, slightly sun-kissed skin.

Nic
nigh on salivated. His fingers itched to walk up their length and slide over
her pussy lips and delve deep inside the velvet darkness of her channel.

"Don't
it just. Kilts are sooo sexy." Nina rolled her eyes and gave an exaggerated
sigh. "Do you have one?"

"Of course.
And I wear it if the occasion
warrants it. Don't change the subject." As he waited for Nina to continue
speaking, Nic took the opportunity to get his unruly body back under control.

"What's
your idea?" Nina asked him. She put one fingernail into her mouth, evidently
saw the way he looked at her, and obviously changed her mind. She sat on her
hand instead.

Luckily
she seemed oblivious to his carnal thoughts, and was interested enough to ask
him what he had in mind. That had to be a good sign, surely?
As
long as she didn't emasculate him when he told her.
Nic stretched his
legs out in front of him, and enjoyed the warmth of the sun through the old
faded denim that covered them. "Let's see what we can do.
So, something simple.
If I said only I chose your thongs,
what would
you
say?"

"I'd
ask you why." Almost absently it seemed
,
she
rubbed her thumb of the hand she wasn't sitting on over his palm.
"And why my thongs and not my other underwear?"

There's that bloody word again. I
swear it'll go on her gravestone.
“
She always asked why”.

"Because I asked you
to."
How
he didn't let his impatience overflow into his speech Nic had no idea.
"As a Dom.
It's
one thing we
could do together.
Our version of BDSM.
After all it's
different things to different people. I have no truck with the one way for
everyone scenario. We don't all like pasta or liver. We don't all want to go to
the cinema or play golf.
Each to their own.
Everyone
has to find the path that suits them. Maybe this could be part of ours. I
guarantee it won't bore you. You hand that part of your life over to me, with
the power of a sub's veto.
A little thing in the grand scheme
of things, but a big thing in the trust scenario."
Nic folded his
hand inward and held her thumb close. She didn't pull back. "Only I say
what underwear, if any, you put on each day. I tell you, and I accept you'll do
as I say. Could you do that?"

She
shrugged. "Not just thongs then. Sounds a bit domineering, but I'd give it
a try maybe."

"I'm
a Dom, and you'd be submitting to my command. Let's do it this way. This might
sound negative, but it isn't, trust me. When you saw the lifestyle from both
sides, what did you hate? What's a hard limit?"

Nina
nibbled her lip.
"Pain.
Both giving and
receiving.
For any reason.
Exhibitionism,
voyeurism, stuff like that."

"Forced
orgasms, withheld orgasms, wax, knives,
bondage
?"

Nina
laughed. It sounded unnatural to Nic, and her half smile didn't reach her eyes.

"I
never did any sex stuff per se, so orgasms and things I didn't go near. I can Shibari
tie okay, but don't see the point, and hated it on me. It really did freak me
to be unable to move, so even bondage was yuck." Nina grimaced and ran her
hand through her hair in a self-conscious manner. "Wax I managed, but I
was no expert, and knives I've never touched, so I don't know, but it all ties
in, gah stupid expression, with pain. And if it hurts it's a no. I don’t like being
blindfolded, but I'm happy to shut my eyes and keep them shut. Gah, I'm crap. I
know all the technical aspects and got high praise for my thesis, but there was
nothing to make me want to go further. When I
Domme-ed
,
I didn't put my heart and soul into it, and believe me it showed. No sub
deserves that. On the other hand, if I sub, once you take all my hard limits
out, there's bugger all left. Not only that, I have a need to question
everything. I always have. I'm a stubborn so and so, and if someone tells me to
do something, I'm likely to do the opposite just to show I can."

Oh,
how well he knew that.

"If
I gave you a book to read, with lots of bondage, wax play, flogging and
whatever in it, would you read it?" Nic held his breath whist she
formulated her answer. Was it that difficult to say yes or no?

"It
depends. Does it have a good storyline, or is it all nonfiction and dry as
dust?"

"Either."

"Probably, maybe.
I wouldn't if it was badly
written."

That
figured. He'd be the same. "Would it turn you on?"

"You
do go for the jugular, don't you?" Nina said.

Nic
was reassured by her light tone. It didn't seem as if his direct questioning
fazed her.
"While you're making your mind up whether to
answer me or not, think about this as well.
Did it disgust you watching
people scening?"

"Of course not."
She sounded astonished he'd even
ask. "That's different."

 
"Did it turn you on?"

"Not
in a thong wetting clamp my legs together make me come way, no. I was happy for
them, but it didn't make me want to emulate them. Reading?
Maybe,
probably.
But, and that's a big but, there's an enormous difference
reading about stuff, and enjoying what you read, to doing it. My hands and my
toys are enough until a man I want to share me with appears. And I can
not
believe I'm saying this to you. I
hardly know you."

Nic
disagreed with her. "You know me better than you want to admit. I bet you Googled
me when I left you the other day." Nina blushed, and he chuckled.
"Don't worry. I did the same for you.
Impressive
qualifications, anima mia.
I feel I should call you Dr. Mack. But I'm
not going to. Anima mia suits you so much better."

Nina
twisted her mouth into a moue. "I'd not say I was your soul, not when I'm
not even sure if I'm mine. Oh sugar, how weird does that sound? Well you know
what I mean. I can't believe this conversation. I'm going to wake up in a
minute and find I've fallen asleep after eating too much cheese."

"It's
happening." Nic pinched the soft skin between her thumb and forefinger,
and Nina squealed.

"Ouch,
okay, I believe you. We're in the park talking about sex and soul mates. No
need to inflict pain, remember what I said about pain."

"That
little sting is so not pain, and you know it. I can hardly say anima mia to be,
now can I? Not intimate. So I'll stick with anima mia. It's true even if I can't
say why." Nic paused to gather his thoughts. "Do you like feeling
sexy? Feeling good about yourself and what you wear?" He curled his hand
around her throat and stroked the nape of her neck.

Nina
shivered and leaned into his hand. It was so very hard not to follow through
with a pinch or a nip, and then move his hand lower. Only his iron will stopped
him. Nic wouldn't have been surprised to see his hand tremble as he moved it
gently over her skin.

"I
like the way you touch me." Nina sounded surprised.

"Then
that's our start. Now, I know you say you're no sub and not a Domme. I'm glad
about the Domme bit and not so sure you understand about the sub bit.
Submission comes in many ways and forms. From letting
me
chose your thongs, or denying you undies. To telling you what we're going to do
in the bedroom, or wherever I chose, and you deferring to me. Listening to me
direct our own personal sex scene via the telephone and you describing how you
do as I say. Demanding you come—or not. Is there pain there? Not unless you
count wanting to come and having to hold back. Are you held down or unsighted
against your will? No never. Will you have safe words?
All
the time.
Will I take heed of them?
Absolutely.
Am I as horny as hell thinking about all this? You bet." He stopped
speaking.

Nina's
eyes narrowed in concentration. "Athol tried to tell me all this, but I
had a hard time getting my head ‘round it. Donny, my brother, who's big and
macho
is an out and out sub, but so different from me, so I
thought, oh no not me.
Not at all.
I guess I just
pulled the shutters down. Once I'd seen Donny, bound, gagged, and getting a
flogging I was eugh. That's my brother. Not for me. It was a total accident,
mind, but hard to come to terms with. I didn't know he was in the club. I mean
I've no problems about it being his thing, but it's so private and personal, I
felt like a peeping tom. And there is no way on earth I could go on show. Even
learning the ropes so to speak as a sub, it was all one on one private rooms
and stuff.
Me, Athol, and Linsey.
I didn't want
spectators mentally giving me marks out of ten, or offering advice."

He
could understand that. He and his wife had never played in front of others, not
even when at the club.

"If we were playing in private?'
Nic asked.
"At
my house?
I'd get Athol along if you felt you needed him there. Would
you try?
Within the boundaries of your limits?"
He
took hold of her chin and held her gaze.

Nina
wriggled away, jumped up and walked to the edge of the
lochan
,
and he let her go. This was important. Her skirt flowed like a rippling
waterfall of blues and greens as it swung around her legs. She folded her arms
around her middle and stood staring at the water. Nic held his breath. At least
she seemed to be giving his ideas some consideration. Eventually she spun round,
her hair following her movements like a bright red fan.