Nina's Dom Page 4

  "Me, all I wanted was a regular home, with a garden, and a pet. Instead I got an old bus, which she moved when the mood took her, and a twin. Well the twin bit was okay. We were best mates, but the rest? I got so sick of outdoor living and home schooling that when I was fourteen I rebelled. Got bossy and bolshie, yeah okay, I know I still am. I so don't like being given orders. Told Mum either we moved into a regular house and I got to go to school, take my exams and stuff, or I'd go to the authorities and ask to be taken into care. She was so shocked she agreed, with the proviso we travelled in the holidays. So that's what we did. Then after higher exams and stuff, and a fantastic gap year, Donny did medicine, and I ended up as a teacher. Mind you I guess I did get something from her, apart from my hair and my temper. Even though I live in the city, and don’t want to live anywhere else, I still love to be in the great outdoors as well. Just not all the time. We all meet up every few months, and have a few days of carrot juice, her fantastic veggie stews, and do our meditation together. It really recharges the batteries. But her life is so not for me, and I guess nor mine for her."

  "Aw, poor you." Karin patted her on the arm. "Poor both of you in one way and good for you both in another. At least you accept your differences. Now me and my mum are so similar we can't be together for long without a shouting match. Well except for here I guess, but then who knows? I'd not have guessed about you."

  Luckily you still haven't. Nina kept her feelings from showing. They might not be complicated, but she still wasn't ready to share them.

  "No wonder you don't want to do anything much," Karin said. "I'd never have suspected. Never mind, it worked for Monica, and she's having a ball here."

  Oasis murdering had changed to killing The Killers, with Monica leading the chorus.

  "Shall we go out for dinner when you fancy it?" Karin asked.

  Nina felt a pang—just one—of remorse for deceiving her friend. Karin would do anything for her, and it went against the grain not to be open with her. However…

  "You're on. Did you enjoy yourself, Kay? What did you get up to?"

  Karin giggled. "I was shown around by a lovely lady. I had a shot at a flogger on a dummy. Fiona said I had a good eye. Mind you I don't think Iain would go for me showing it to him and saying ‘bend over, big boy’. And he's so not going to use one on me. He's the original bad aim man. When we went on an archery course, everyone stood where he was supposed to hit. That way we knew we'd be safe. Ah well, I did learn some interesting pelvic exercises, and those Kegel balls sound fun. I might have to get me some of them."

  Nina nodded as the rendition of “Human”—which sounded anything but—came to an end and the caterwaulers sat down again. The chat became general, as who should sing what, and who wanted what to eat was debated.

  The girls had enjoyed themselves. Even though Nina had refused to sing—she knew her limitations—she danced to the old disco tunes and watched and laughed along with the others at some of the less rhythmic attempts.

  By the time the minibus dropped her off outside her house in the wee small hours, Nina was exhausted. Monica kissed her tearfully as Nina left the minibus, and hugged her so tight Nina was reminded of a certain bondage session she'd experienced a few years earlier. The others waved, and Nina went into her house and took off her shoes in relief. They may be flats, but after several hours standing in them she wanted to throw them at the wall and wriggle her toes.

  Given the chance she would have slept for a straight eight hours, but the alarm woke her with its cheerful DJ on her chosen radio station. She'd forgotten to unset it.

  Cursing, and now wide awake, Nina rolled onto her back and went over the previous evening in her mind.

  The memory had her wriggling her toes under the duvet. They were still there, and still able to move thank goodness. There had been a few times on the dance floor when she wouldn't have put her money on it. The action reminded her of something Nic had said about shoes and subs. That made her clit tingle, and she gritted her teeth. She so didn't want to resort to…

  Dammit.

  Dominic Christopher. He was one major problem. One Nina had no idea how to solve.

  However there were other things to sort out first. As in the lack of food in the fridge, the overflowing washing basket, and a head that needed fresh air. Plus a need to go for a pee, and a swift session with her faithful Bernie the Bullet. She tackled the problems in reverse order.

  By the time she headed for the supermarket Nina felt almost human. Bernie had played his part in one of the best self-given orgasms she had in a long while, and she was sated and happy, albeit wishing it had been a hard cock not a hard buzzing bit of metal playing with her clit.

  Coming face to face with one of students almost sent her back into the Neanderthal cave, but it was a brief, "hey miss, you coming over here to check this place out as well eh?" sort of encounter. She didn't say it was her home turf, and she hadn't traveled fifteen odd miles to get there. Instead she smiled, nodded and headed into the ladies’ apparel aisle. As she hoped it repelled her student.

  "Well fancy meeting you here. The red thong would be perfect."

  Oh grief, I know that voice.

  Nina turned to one side to see Nic whirling one of the offending garments around his finger.

  "In here?" She waved her hand around to encompass the building. "Cheap as chips.com?" She used the local nickname for the large chain of supermarkets.

  "You'd only wear them once," Nic said and grinned. "No point in spending a lot. I'd ruin them for another time."

  Nina blinked. Damn, he looks good. Why couldn’t he look like a troll, or a gnome or something? Why did he have to look like a Greek god in denims?

  "Pardon?"

  "The thong. If you wore it with me it would only last once. Cheap as chips and easy to rip. Perfect. Are you?"

  Nina's head whirled. Why couldn't she keep up with the conversation? Two glasses of crap wine and a sneaked in G and T twelve hours earlier couldn't get her that woosy.

  "Perfect for what?" she asked in a bewildered tone. What did he mean?

  "To rip off," Nic said. "Before I spank your ass and any other part of you that takes my fancy."

  Nina didn’t know whether to laugh or roll her eyes at his certainty. The man lived in cloud cuckoo land.

  "Not going to happen, mate." She picked up a pair of socks and put them in her basket. "Excuse me." Nina did her best to maneuver her trolley around Nic. He jumped to one side and fell in with step with her.

  Bugger and shit.

  "I'm busy," Nina said as she flung the first fruit and veg she came to into the basket of the trolley, and steered it down the next aisle. Or tried to. As ever the darned thing had a mind of its own and four wheels that decided not to cooperate with each other.

  "Healthy but boring, don't you think?"

  "Eh?" Nina looked down into the well of the trolley. He had a point. She fished two packets of sprouts out and the fennel—she hated fennel—and thrust them at him. "Here, you have them. And give me space. You're getting me all hot and bothered."

  Nic raised one eyebrow, and she blushed.

  "Not like that, you moron. Now please let me get on with this shopping. I hate supermarkets almost as much as I hate the dental hygienist attacking my teeth." Nina tried to turn the trolley without crashing into a row of kitchen towels.

  "Let me." Nic leaned across her, and began to take her hands off the handle. The trolley spun round, and he overbalanced. Several loo rolls cascaded down and hit him on the head.

  Nina giggled. "Woops, ahh…" The trolley decided to cooperate and move. However Nina wasn't expecting it, and she leaned backwards into the shelves behind her. The boxes that fell around her and into her trolley made her redden.

  Damn my bloody blushing.

  "You reckon we're going to need all these?" Nic lifted one of the several boxes of condoms that now rested among the asparagus and oranges. "And extra large at that. Honey, I thank you for your belief in my size and prowess
, but even I need some recuperation time. I think it'd take us a fair few weeks to get through this lot."

  "In your dreams." Nina picked out all twelve or so boxes and carefully replaced them on the shelf.

  "Not even keeping one? Ah, I'm gutted."

  "You will be if you don't get out of the way."

  Nina went to move away. Nic stopped her by the simple maneuver of putting one foot in front of a wheel and his hand on her chin.

  "I'm never going to get out of your way, Nina. You'd better believe that." His voice was deep and as ever made her clit clench and her nipples harden. "Remember the adage, pet. Don't diss with a Dom." His tone wasn't hard, but it was full of authority.

  Nina wasn't sure she appreciated it.

  "Why?"

  "Why what?" Nic walked to her side and began to push the trolley toward the checkouts. "Don't diss with a Dom? You know the answer to that. Now, have you finished?"

  She had no idea. If she got home and found she'd forgotten deodorant or tissues she could nip to the tiny supermarket ‘round the corner later, when she went to the newsagent for the newspapers.

  "Er yes, well um. Oh hell, I've no bloody idea. It'll do. And why me?" Grief, I sound like a real idiot. I've never ummed and ahhed so much in my life.

  "If I knew the answer to that, pet, I'd bottle it and sell it. Who knows why someone is attracted to someone? It's one of life's mysteries, along with pheromones, hormones and general horniness I guess. But I took one look at you, and I knew."

  "But what did you know?"

  "That you are mine."

  She dropped the bottle of wine she'd just picked up.

  Chapter Six

  "You are delusional, you know that? Screw loose, two pence short of a shilling, not the sharpest pencil in the box, screwy. And look what the hell you made me do. I'm splattered in wine, and some poor sod's going to have to clear the mess up. Well you can pay for the bloody bottle. Asshole." Nina bent down and picked up the largest pieces of glass. A store employee rushed up to them and took the shards from her.

  "My job, love. Don't you go getting yourself scratched or cut now." She gave Nina a smile, drooled at Nic, and shooed them away. "No, you don't need to take a bit to the checkout, and pay for it. It's these trolleys. They just take over, and argh that sounds scary. Off you go, it's fine."

  "Bless her. It's a bugger of a job. I cleaned through uni in a supermarket." Nina looked up at him. "Dare I risk picking up another bottle, or are you and your insane ideas going to make me drop it?"

  "Language, pet. We'll need to work on that dirty mouth. I don’t like my pet to sound like she's crawled out of the gutter."

  "Pet? Oh fu…sheesh, don't start that all over again," Nina bunched her fists together. "I'm going to get that wine." She spun on her heel and went back to the wine display. To his amusement she picked up three bottles and returned with them to him.

  "Don't you dare say a word. Okay." Nina stared at him as if to defy him contradict her. "What about your own shopping? Hadn't you better do it?"

  "Done it, and it's in the car. I came back in when I saw you."

  The incredulous look on her face was worth every second of the way he'd rushed to load his groceries and run back into the store so he didn't miss her.

  "Look that checkout's nearly empty."

  Evidently she chose to ignore his confession. He remembered her demand and chuckled. "Say what? That too much wine is bad for you? Makes you put on weight? Wouldn't dare." Nic began to unload the trolley, amazed to see she'd left the red-clash-with her-hair thong in there. He put it onto the conveyor with a smirk.

  She actually growled. How he kept his face straight he had no idea. Nic wondered how close to getting thumped he was. He couldn't help it; he laughed. With her red hair and pale skin flushed and getting redder by the second she reminded him of one of those films where they showed you a tomato ripening. He reckoned he'd better not tell her about that comparison.

  "Okay, okay, truce, eh?" Nic thought he'd best backpedal a bit before he really did get thumped. She was altogether too easy to wind up, but if her temper did match her hair he was skating on very thin ice. "I'm sorry, pet. Let's make peace over a coffee?” He wanted to say over a spanking bench, but decided that was several steps too far. "Coffee and cake?"

  "Hmm." The look Nina gave him was enough to make a snake wriggle, let alone a mere human. Eventually, she gave a half shrug. "Fine, there's a coffee shop over in that corner. I'll see you there in ten minutes." She turned her back on him and began to load the shopping.

  Nic had hoped for somewhere more salubrious than a supermarket coffee shop on a busy afternoon, but reckoned beggars couldn't be choosers. He'd try to inveigle her somewhere better over coffee and… He looked at the cakes and pastries on offer and shuddered. No, not a chance. Instead Nic stood next to the lockers you could keep your shopping trolley in and waited for Nina to join him.

  "It's like a three day old bake sale in there," he said as she walked up. "Without the sale. How about you follow me to the Lochan coffee shop? It's not far from here."

  Nina rolled her eyes. "Maybe not. But it's ten miles past my doorstep." She sighed. "Okay, it goes against my better judgment, but I'll make the coffee." She rattled off her address. Nic was damned glad he had a good memory. Did she speak fast in the hope he'd get it wrong?

  "Give me half an hour so I can get the perishables away." She didn't wait for his agreement.

  Nic watched her go, checked the time on his watch and walked leisurely toward his car. A bright red sports car shot past him, with its top down. The red of the car clashed with the driver's hair.

  Figures. Even if he hadn't recognized Nina, he could have picked the car as hers. Nina was the sort of person to thumb her nose at clashes in color. If she liked it that would do. Now if only he get her to like his ideas he'd be laughing. The way her attitude spoke at the moment he'd be hard pressed to find something to even relax her mouth into a half smile. It looked like a mammoth task, and one he had very little hope of achieving.

  Never say never. Nic got into his car, a conventional—albeit luxury— saloon, and after a brief detour to a pastry shop run by a fellow Dom at Dommissimma, he pulled up outside a neat turn of the century Victorian villa.

  The house surprised him. It looked too established and too conventional for Nina. If anything did, it brought back to him how little he really knew about her.

  Well now's my chance to rectify that. He got out of his car and after grabbing the cake box, made his way to the partially opened front door.

  "Come on through. Straight ahead." Nina called as he left the gravel path and stepped onto the doorstep. "Mind the loose tile. Milk?"

  Talk about swapping threads of conversations willy-nilly. Nic grinned. He couldn't help it. Even conversing like this lifted his heart. "Yes, thanks, no sugar."

  "Just as well, I don’t think I've got any. I'm sweet enough." She laughed.

  Nic was amazed at how deep and sexy her unfettered, truly amused, laugh was. It hit his dick at a rate of knots and made his jeans somewhat tight.

  "Mind you, I could probably rake some up from Donny's. He'll not go anywhere near a cuppa without his sugar fix. He reckons it's a throwback from his student days, when he needed the boost to get him through nights in A and E. My brother, the medic. Remember?"

  Nic nodded. "I remember. But it's fine because I'm not a sugar freak. Just a dash of milk, preferably cows’. So, just you and Donny the medic? No parents tucked away in the attic?""

  The look she gave him would have frozen boiling water, but Nic just grinned.

  "Tucked away in Australia and the Highlands. One absentee father, who I get to see if I go south. Well south, like down under. And one hippy mum. Both as far as I know happy. Well, Mum anyway. Dad's not much of a communicator, but he did say he and Ron, his boyfriend, are hoping to come over next year and catch up on all things Scottish."

  Nic hid a grin. Being here with her was much more than he could have hoped for.
As was the red thong.

  The thought that she might have bought it because his comments intrigued her was cock hardening. The thought she might like his ideas was pre-cum inducing.

  He daren't think along those lines any further. Not without embarrassing himself. Nic took the proffered mug and proceeded to swallow several mouthfuls of too hot coffee. The scalding in his mouth took his mind off his cock.

  "Sheesh, asbestos mouth syndrome or what?" Nina sipped her own drink.

  In for a penny. "Adolescent cock syndrome. It seems my cock has a tendency to stand to attention and salute whenever it's around you."

  Nina spluttered and sprayed coffee over the work surface. Tears streamed down her face, and her eyes watered. Nic put his mug down, took hers from her, and leaned over her shoulder to pat her back.

  Gradually her breathing slowed, and her coughing stopped. Nic was conscious of her nipples hard and proud under her thin top, brushing against his linen shirt. His own nipples were, as his mum used to put it, standing out like hat pegs.

  "Dammit, Nina, we react to each other like two halves of a magnet. Can't we at least try to see if we can find some common ground? Even if it all ends down the drain, at least we'll have tried."

  She tilted her head back and stared at him. The grey and amber lights in the depths of her blue eyes reminded him of a sleek feline, debating whether to pounce. As he waited for her reply, her eyes darkened, and she nibbled her bottom lip. Dominic bit on his “don't do that” remark. Now was the time to shut up and wait.

  "Well," Nina said finally, just as Nic was about to break his self imposed ban of silence. "You see we have a problem. I truly am not interested in the lifestyle any more. It ended up boring me. I've moved on. What if we do sort of go out together, and then you ask for something I can't give for whatever reason, and I say nothing doing, and then you'll be all upset, I'll be all upset, and well, will it be worth it?' She finished in a rush and took a deep breath.

  "All that without a pause," Nic said and risked a brief kiss on her cheek. He was going to do his best to disprove her statements if it killed him. She didn't pull back or slap him, so he reckoned she wasn't totally averse to his touch. "I'm impressed. Seriously though, we're both grownups, and surely we can explore what we might have without getting our knickers in a twist, if we find we can't come to any agreements?"