Nina's Dom (10 page)

"Will
you make love to me whatever my answer is?" Her eyes were wide, and she
licked her lips in what Nic assumed was an unconscious, but erotic gesture.

Nic's
stomach tightened. If it was a trick question he had no way of knowing. All he
could do was answer truthfully, and from the heart.
"Any
time."

"Then
yes."

"To?"
Nic had trouble believing what
he heard. He needed it spelled out in words of one syllable so there could be
no mistakes or recriminations later on.

She
grinned.
"To think seriously about all of it.
I
have the usual safe words and with my hair? Well we all know what's my favorite
colors are, even if one of them does clash."

Chapter Nine

The
look of pleasure that spread across Nic's face went a long way to helping Nina
kick out the butterflies in her stomach. After all he wasn't asking her to bare
her breasts and walk around with them jiggling everywhere. Not that her boobs were
big enough to jiggle, it would be a wee gentle sway more like. Bras weren't top
of her list when she dressed every morning. Nina had long resigned herself to
looking more like a stick insect than a well-rounded, womanly woman. It didn't
bother her one bit. The expression, it took all sorts was true. As Karin often
remarked that her boobs entered the room five minutes before the rest of her,
and men never seemed to look above chest height in her direction, Nina thought
maybe she herself had the best deal. She walked back to where Nic sat and stood
between his legs.

"I'm
humbled." Nic pulled her head down and put his lips against hers. His
tongue demanded entrance, and Nina opened her mouth to give him what he asked. Immediately,
his scent teased her, and she felt him trail his hand down her arm and then
around her waist. His other hand held her head firmly as he deepened the kiss.
Nina let herself be drawn into a world of sensation. Nothing else existed
except the way her body responded to his. She slipped her fingers under the hem
of his shirt and stroked the warm skin of his hard stomach.
 
Maybe
I can sub. Perhaps all this not for me stuff I've been spouting is a defense
mechanism, in case I like it and the Dom doesn't? Sort of the lady
protesteth
too much?

Nic
groaned into her mouth. The reverberations sent shock waves through her.
Delicious, mind numbing, knee trembling, shockwaves.
She
stopped thinking about her motives.

"Oy,
youse yins, get a room, yer
pervs
." The shout,
accompanied by raucous laughter, brought her back to the present with an
almighty bump.

Three
teens on bikes shot passed them wobbling dangerously as they gesticulated and hollered,
before doing wheelies and riding over the grass toward the park gates.

"They
have a point I guess, so shall we?" Nic drew back, stood up and put his
arm over her shoulder.

His
voice was none too steady—a bit like her legs. In a perverse way it made her
stronger, even though she swallowed and held on to his shoulder for stability.

"Your place or mine?"
Nic asked.

"I'll
think about it." Nina knew she was backpedaling, but this was full steam
ahead with a vengeance. She had a lot of thinking to do. What if those boys hadn't
come along when they did? Grief she'd be rolling in the grass and throwing
caution, and her thong, to the wind.
"What for exactly?
Losing my sexual virginity, or losing my BDSM with you, virginity?"

"Losing your inhibitions.
I have a fancy to seeing you
naked."

 
Bloody hell, he does want my boobs out.
 
"Naked as how?"
Nina asked cautiously. "It's not very exciting. No boobs to speak of, no
ass, and straight up and down.
As my lovely brother used to
say, five feet four and able to pass for a fence post.
No, it doesn't
bother me, as I've had plenty of years to get used to my androgynous figure.
It's me. But I don't want you to be disappointed. A tattoo on one buttock and a
birthmark on a boob don't make up for my lack of curves. But what you see is what
you get."

Nic
chuckled.
"If I ever get to see.
Both intrigue
me. So, let me rephrase that question into an order. I want to see you naked. Today
is Saturday. Tonight we're going to Feliciano's and acting like grown up
civilized, non-kinky people. The only St. Andrew they know is our patron saint,
and BDSM stands for Buy, Deliver, Save, and
Multibuy
or something." He rolled his eyes.
"As if.
But hey, each to their own.
It takes all sorts, thankfully,
and what's good for us doesn't need to be good for others, eh?"

"That's
for sure. And what's good for you might not be good for
me."

 
"And
it might. Which is why, on Friday night we're going to the club.
To watch only.
Now's your chance to
renege, and safe word out."

Goosebumps
appeared on her arms faster than she could think the word red, let alone say it.
Why, when she enjoyed reading about scenes, and had taken part in them, did it
worry her? Nina searched her mind.
Idiot.
He wants you
there. You're watching, not playing. And for fuck’s sake, you got bored and fed
up, not bared and tied up.
Well, not against her will anyway. She'd agreed
to everything, even if she did safe word out of some things.

 
"Okay."

"Good
girl. Shall we continue round the park and feed those poor disgusted looking
ducks? They've been eyeing you up with annoyance ever since we came through the
gate."

Nina
picked up the bag of crusts and rattled it. Three ducks swam across the
lochan
toward her as if on a string. "They know
me," she said. "I often jog here, and bring them the crusts. After
all I don't need curly hair."

The
ducks quacked, and she sniggered. "See? They agree with me." She took
out several stale slices of bread, broke them up and flung the pieces out into
the water. The ducks followed, flapping and quacking and were immediately
challenged by three more.

"See
that one over there?" Nina pointed. "That's the Dom. See the look in
his eyes? It says don't you dare."

Nic
roared with laughter. "So who's the sub?"

"Oh
the one four feet strokes behind, definitely. Bless
her,
she's definitely under his beak." Nina shredded another piece of bread and
threw it accurately to within an inch of the sub-duck's beak. The duck twisted
her head to where the drake was, briefly before she gobbled it up.

"Minx-duck,"
Nic said. "Her Dom will need to ruffle her feathers, for being a
brat."

Nina
giggled. Nic in this mood was funny, attractive, and she was attracted. The sun
had given him laughter lines around his eyes, and the scent of his aftershave
danced around her in the light breeze. Nina took a deep breath, inhaled the
essence of Nic, and acted on impulse. She dropped the last few crusts onto the
grass and ignored the feathered scramble and squawks as the ducks jostled to
reach them. Without stopping to analyze why it was so important, she stretched
up on tiptoe and kissed Nic's cheek.

 
Nic spun, grabbed her, lifted her off the
ground and held her, cock to clit, boobs to chest before she had time to blink.
His tongue thrust against her mouth, which she opened gladly to allow him
access. With her feet dangling a couple of inches off the ground Nina clung on
for dear life, as he walked her backward without breaking the kiss, until
something bumped against the back of her thighs.

It
was the bench. The one they'd sat on so innocently. Now it took on a whole new
persona.
A corrupter of innocents.
A
den of iniquity.
A little bit of what you fancy. Her salvation—or not…

He
didn't give her a chance to say anything. Not to complain, demand something
more, or even say WTF? Nic
grinned,
pulled back an
inch, outlined her mouth with his fingers, and then moved away.

Nina
shivered, cold even though the sun still shone down on them and she wasn't in
the shade. If the loss of his touch affected her that much she was in deep
trouble.

Nic
ran his hand through his hair and over his chin. "If you do that to me, in
public, without warning, it might just have us arrested. I think it's time we
went back."

Nina
agreed. There was a lot to think about, and she owed it to both of them to be
clear in her thoughts and decisions. She made her mind up about one thing. After
all she had to try to meet him at least half way, there was no point otherwise,
and she might just as well tell him she wasn't interested in him, his ideas, or
anything they might do together. It would be a lie. She was interested.

"I
will do the underwear thing."

The
only sign of how much her words pleased him was the breath he expelled and the
way his hand tightened over hers for a brief second. "Good girl."

His
tone as he said the two words sent a warm glow through her. It was a little
thing, but if it brought them closer it had to be good. After all, she could
always change her mind.
 
Don't think like that. Think positively or
there's no point.

They
walked out of the park, hand in hand again, until they reached her house. As
she took the door key out of her pocket, Nic took the key from her and put it
in the lock. He opened the door and turned her to him.

"I'm
not coming in. Not this time. I'll pick you up at seven. Wear a thong. I'm
happy for you to choose the color, but if you have one I'd like it lacy and see
through. Soon we'll go through your underwear, and I'll show you what's
acceptable and what isn't."

Her
jaw dropped, and Nic used one finger under her chin to close her mouth. "I
can't tell you what to wear if I don’t know what you have, now can I?"

He
spun on his heels and walked to the car parked at the curb. Then he turned
around and retraced his footsteps back to where she still stood.

"If
you're a virgin, are you on the pill?"

The
question startled her. Hadn't they discussed it? She couldn't remember. They'd
talked about so much. Ah well, at least he was thoughtful and careful enough to
ask, and she wouldn't be embarrassed or go the color of her hair. Whether or
not she was protected would be one of his milder questions, Nina was sure of
it.

"I
was and not in anticipation either." Why on earth had she stopped taking
the tiny pink pills once her periods settled down? "I'll go on again as
soon as I can. That will be in anticipation."

"Good,
and anticipate all you want now. For now I'll take care of protection.
Until seven."
He kissed her cheek, winked, and strode
down the path for the second time. Nina watched as he got in and drove away.
She opened her front door thoughtfully. What was she doing? Had she let herself
in for more than she could cope with?

****

She
asked herself the same question again several hours later. Nina decided on a short
sleeved floaty dress in navy that skimmed her knees, and after much debating
added a navy lacy thong and bra. Careful application of sun cream had resulted
in not burning, but getting a gentle tan, which was enough to warrant not
needing stockings or tights. Nina hated tights, but the thought of stockings,
and Nic's knowing look was too much. Bare legs and hope they went somewhere
warm enough not to give her
goosebumps
from the cold
and not from arousal, was the order of the evening.

Nina
ran her hands over the assortment of jackets and blazers that hung side by side
in the wardrobe. They, along with handbags, were her downfall. In the end she
went for a cream unstructured jacket that worked perfectly with her dress and a
bag in the same shade as her neutral leather flats.

She
eyed herself critically in the mirror and was pleased with the result. Now she had
to hope Dominic felt the same way.

Chapter Ten

A
week later, Nic admitted he was nervous as he rang Nina's doorbell. Their
evening out the previous weekend had been perfect, and so vanilla you could
have counted the pods. He'd enjoyed it and even more so when Nina had turned to
him as they walked back to the car and kissed his cheek.

"That
was fantastic."

He'd
agreed. They'd followed it up with a walk in the Trossachs on the Sunday, and a
pub lunch. Even though they hadn't met since—Nic had flown to London on the
Tuesday, and returned on Thursday—they'd spoken on the phone several times.
Each time Nic had asked, and generally gotten a reply in the affirmative for
another decision to be handed to him. He reckoned he was a bit like the water
torture, drip, drip, drip.

Nina
had confessed that the little things he demanded were exciting, and he'd
laughed. "Of course, why else would I say them?"