Nina's Dom by Raven McAllan Page B

there was a wake-up call that was it. I was like hold on, this is my Sir, no one else's. Anything he does, he does it to me. And
that, Sir, is something I never ever thought I'd want to say." She
shivered. "Mind you, it's scary."
    Nic
rubbed her arms. They were chilly. "I feel the same, anima mia. I want
you, in every way possible, when we both feel ready. Hell, it was going to be a
slowly, slowly, softly, softly approach. Then this. I
couldn't say no. Athol and everyone here have been great to me. They helped me
after Lue died by just being around. No one forced me to jump back in the deep
end, but they were all there to hold my hand when I needed it. Now, you and I
can hold each other’s hands and swim together."
    Nina
grinned. "Good, because I'm a crap swimmer. Okay,
Sir. What do you want me to do?"
    "Let's
go and see, shall we?" He took hold of Nina's hand and walked with her to
where Athol had set up for the wax demonstration.
    Nina's
hand trembled in his, and in a perverse way it made Nic stronger and more
determined. What was it she said? It just hadn't worked for her, either as a
Dom or a sub, and public play was a no-no?
    It
was up to him to show her what they had could cope with things like that. He
hoped.
    As
Nic expected, anything set up by Athol was exactly as it should be. Even so he
pulled Nina across to the table and explained everything to her. The laughter that
lurked in her eyes and made them shine made him grin. "Yeah, okay preaching to the converted. Were you good?"
    Nina
giggled. "Sir, I was exceptional, but I threw up every time I finished.
And you are the first person I've admitted that to. Seriously, I was okay, no
more. I just did what I had to and quietly did no more."
    Nic
stroked her cheek. "Anima mia, are you sure about this? What's your
color?"
    "Green
because I'm doing it for us. Ah, I've just wondered what you want me to wear? This," she ran her hand over her dress,
"won't do, and my underwear is for your eyes only."
    Those
words were all he could ask for. "Of course it is. However I can see
Linsey hovering, and at a guess she's found out what's going to happen and is
going to whisk you off to change. Then it's back here please and we can get the
show on the road." He put his hand under Nina's chin and lifted her face
so she looked him in the eyes.
    "I
value this trust. I won't abuse it. And I am good." He winked. "Or I
was. Let's hope it's like riding a bike, eh?" He bent and kissed her briefly.
He daren't deepen the kiss or they'd never get around to doing the wax
demonstration. The way Nina made him feel, there would be a demonstration of a
very different kid. One they'd be kicked out for. "Off you go." He
patted her bum, and she wriggled it.
    Nic
watched the two women leave the dungeon, and took a deep breath. His jeans
would do, and it would take scant seconds to remove his shirt.
    The
dungeon door opened—it was getting to be like Central Station—and Athol came
in.
    "Ready?"
    "Who
did you bribe bully or threaten not to turn up to do this?" Nic asked.
"Oh I don't doubt Hamish's mum is ill. Have you heard anything by the way?
But I know you. If you think it's time for Nina and me to do something, then
you'd sort it."
    Athol
rolled his eyes. "Hamish's mum is being kept in for observation."
    In
one swift movement, Nic pulled his shirt over his head and hung it in a
cupboard. "And the rest?"
    Athol
gave the dirty laugh that surprised people when they heard it for the first
time. It never ceased to amaze Nic that such a big, raucous, deep, belly laugh
could emerge from such a slim person.  
    "If
we were in the States I'd plead the fifth."
    Nic
punched him on the shoulder, enough to be felt but not enough to hurt.
"We're not, we're in Glasgow. So 'fess up."
      Athol shook his head. "Ach, big man gonna
nae dae that?"
    "It'll
be a Glasgow kiss next," Nic said, speaking about the famous head-butt
used in gang fights on a booze-filled Saturday night. "Truth or I ask Edan."
    "Fiona
and Lizzie