Nina's Dom

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Copyright©
2014 Raven
McAllan

 
ISBN:
978-1-77130-968-4

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor:
Karyn
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DEDICATION

To everyone who loves Athol, and
begged for him to pop up in another story.

NINA’S DOM

Dommissimma
,
4

Raven
McAllan

Copyright
© 2014

Chapter One

As
much as Nina lived and breathed busy streets, tooting cars, exhaust fumes, and the
aroma of curry she reveled in standing by herself on the top of a Scottish hill.

The
sounds of birds, the fresh air, and hearing nothing except…

Moans,
grunts, gasps and "more, fuck it, now…"

What?

She
turned and heaven help her, knew her face went as red as her hair at the sight
of the two guys in a lip lock and tearing each other's shirts off.

Damned
if they didn't look hot. Bodily and sexually—it was somewhat warm in the
Scottish summer sunshine—but as the only way down the hill was to just about
step over them, she needed to make her presence known. Before they stripped off
and locked more than lips.

She
kicked at a loose stone, annoyed that her stare at the horizon and refresh the
senses time was going to be cut short. Then she groaned as the tiny not much
more than a pebble sized stone gathered momentum, rolled down the hill, and hit
the short-haired guy on the head.

He
swore and rolled away from the other guy, until his watch caught in the long
curly hair of the second guy.

"What
the bloody? Shit and hell and fucking Nora, I'll have that sheep for curry on …
Dinny Mack?"

Nina
was impressed by his outstanding vocabulary, not so much by his use of her
hated nickname.

"Nina,"
she said. "If your boyfriend values you as you are and not squashed in the
wrong places."

Athol
Donaldson grinned. "Nina." As he gave Nina her preferred name he
tried to untangle his watch from his companion's hair. "We must stop meeting
like this."
 

"Ouch,
leave some hair attached to my scalp." His partner yelped the words.

Nina
made her way the few yards downhill to where they were. It was hard not to
laugh at the spectacle in front of her. She'd bet the two men would prefer to be
attached in a different way. "Here, let me have a go." She looked at
the tangle of hair caught in the metal links and grimaced. "It'll have to
be a scissor or penknife job if you don't hold still."

"I'll
hold still. Seeing as we're about to get very up close and personal, please
don't
rearrange any of Athol. I quite like what he's got
where it is." The guy chuckled and then groaned at the slight movement. "I'm
Edan Murdoch by the way."

Nina
giggled.
"Pleased to meet you.
I might have to
cut a few strands, but it's better than losing half a head of hair to Athol's
watch. How on earth did you get tangled up … er, no on second thoughts, don't
bother. I can imagine. Right, don't move either of you, and let me go and grab
my backpack. I've got scissors and a comb in it."

It
took her next to no time to make her way back to the brow of the hill, pick up her
bag, and retrace her steps. Neither man had moved as she sat on the ground next
to them. "This would make a great social media pic you know," she
said as she got out her comb and began the painstaking task of separating the
hairs. "We could run a caption competition. You know ‘what a catch’, or ‘do
we really have time for this’. Something
like
that."

"Take
time to connect?" Athol shook his head. "Don't you
dare.
Or I will call you Dinny. Talking of which, well not really, but you know,
what's Donny up to these days?"

Nina
released several more strands before she spoke. "Okay you can undo the
watch now, and I'll carry on."

Athol
released the clasp and moved a foot or so away. He flexed his fingers.
"That's better, I need supple hands."

Nina
wasn't going to ask why. She answered Athol's earlier question instead.
"Donny? He's in Devon, working at a hospital down there.
Though he's talking of going abroad soon.
Still
refusing to get involved with anyone after his last relationship went pear
shaped."
She worked steadily as she spoke. Some of the springy
strands cooperated with her fingers and slid away from the watch like a dream.
Others didn't. "Ach well. I liked her myself, but she was so not right for
my big lug of a brother. Okay now I'll need to cut these last few hairs. Hold
still. These scissors might be small, but they're sharp." She nipped at
the remaining hair caught, and sat upright. "That's it, and not too much
of a comb-over needed."

"Bloody
hell you're deft. Are you a medic?" Edan asked as he ran his hands through
his hair. His muscles flexed. Beside him Athol groaned. "Hon, you're
killing me."

"I'm
a teacher." Nina stood up and began to repack her bag. "My brother is
the medic. Okay, I, er, think I'll leave you to it."

Athol
roared with laughter, and she realized what she'd said. Talk about foot into
mouth syndrome.

"Shut
up," she said crossly. "You know what I mean.
Nice
to meet you, Edan."

"And
you, and thanks for your help." Edan grinned, and chuckled. "As
attached as I am to Athol I'd prefer it not to be hair that holds us
together."

"Handcuffs?"
Athol asked with a pseudo-leer. "I
could sort that."

Nina
could feel the heat as it rushed across her skin. Really could she get any
redder? Damn her Celtic complexion and propensity to blush.
"Time
for me to go, and, well, see you around maybe."

"You
will if you pop into Dommissimma," Athol said. "I haven't seen you
there for ages. Did you get your Master’s?"

Nina
nodded. "I did and thank you. I'm teaching now at a local high school."

 
Athol rolled his eyes and gave one of his deep
dirty laughs. "Ohhh, I didn't know they taught that at school."

 
"Idiot.
Not BDSM
101.
History."
She slung her bag over her
shoulders and prepared to leave.

"Probably
just as well," Athol said. "But that doesn't stop you coming to the
club, does it?" His expression challenged her.

Nina
bit her lip. He was a nice guy, and he'd helped her and her brother.
Her with her thesis, and Donny to accept who and what he was.
She didn't want to hurt or disappoint him, but he knew her too well for
prevarication.
"No, of course not."

"Then
why not come? You're still a member?"

"Yeah,
but…" She stopped still unsure how to explain.

"Tomorrow
I'm on as dungeon master in the main room," Athol said. "Edan's
coming to watch the play. Why not join him?"

"You'd
be welcome." Edan added his persuasion. "It'd be company for me, and
help with the wannabe subs who don't understand why I'm there and not
participating."

Nina
bit her lip. "I ah, well no thanks, it's nice of you, but no."

"Why not?"
Athol's tone was all Dom and demanded
an answer. Nina examined her reaction.
Irritation, no more,
no less.

"I'm
not interested."

She
turned her back and walked steadily down the hill.

****

"So,
Mary Anne says why not go to this 'Check it out Tuesday' for Monica's hen
night, at that kinky club in town. As it's only in service training the next
day, and no pupils to teach, I thought why not. Well they can't do the Tuesday,
but said as long as there's between ten and twenty of us they'd do a special
night for us on the Monday. That's even better ‘cos the Tuesday is our half
term so we can all sleep in or whatever then. So, I said yes and arranged it,
and now they need names, addresses, etcetera. I've got the forms for us to fill
in for the security check. You know so they can make sure we won't run amok
with the floggers or whatever. You'll come, won't you?" Karin, the
freckled-faced PE teacher, beamed at Nina. As ever her words tumbled over each
other in their hurry to be heard.
A bit like Karin herself,
always in a rush.

"Ah,
I don't think so, Karin, thank you. It's not my scene." Ever since she'd
met Athol and Edan on her walk, she'd steadfastly not thought about
Dommissimma. Not for anything would Nina upset Athol, who'd helped her brother
discover his true self, but she'd prefer a night in with a good book and a
glass of wine. "Nope, I'll go to the wedding shower drinks after school,
but I'll give this a miss."