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  "I don't wear knickers."

  What?

  "Pardon?" Nic blinked. That was a turn up for the books.

  "I don't wear knickers." Nina ran her hand over her poured into cuts offs, from her waist to her hips. "I wear boy pants or thongs. And if you're gonna rip them off me, you'd better buy in bulk. I can't afford to keep you in underwear to destroy."

  Chapter Seven

  It was worth fessing up to her preferences in underwear just to see Dominic's face. Nina swore he paled, and his jaw dropped as he stared at her.

  "What's with the codfish act, Dominic? Want to renege?"

  Nic swallowed, and the grin he gave her was enough to make one of those thongs damp and creep up her between her butt cheeks. "Oh not a chance, pet. Where shall we start?"

  Those three words, wicked evil grin, described his expression to a T. As did the cat who got the cream. That made her want to groan.

  Oh shit, do not think of cream. Not in any way. Not whipped cream, not coffee and cream, and definitely not got the cream. The sensitive skin of her channel tingled, and the muscles didn't know whether to loosen, tighten, or do the hokey pokey. On cue Nina experienced the telltale signs of her arousal growing. Sore boobs, and a clit, which if it was independently acting and had a voice would be screaming, touch me take me.

  "Not calling me pet would be a good start. Followed by sitting down and acting rationally?"

  "Why not. Where?"

  Nina looked around the kitchen. Her Victorian kitchen was very unfitted, some might say junk shop, chic. Mismatched chairs that sat around a well scrubbed Edwardian table probably weren't the best place to sit.

  Sod it, I like it. "Because I'm not an animal. How about here?" She gestured to an old ladder-back arm chair and the narrower taller one next to it.

  "How about here." Nic took her arm and led her toward the button back settee, which sat near to the old fashioned French window in the breakfast area. "That's much cozier. And I mean pet as a form of endearment not as anything else."

  "Or as you'd speak to a sub."

  "Or to my sub," Nic corrected her.

  She scowled.

  That was what one of things she was worried about. As well as the fact that cozy and the letters Dom—by name or status— in the same sentence, or on the same settee spelled disaster. Or a lot of wriggling and uncomfy underwear.

  However he didn’t give Nina a change to struggle. Before you had a chance to say Shibari tied, she found herself sitting next to Nic on her old Victorian sofa, looking out into the well-tended garden, across the rose bed toward the greenhouse.

  "Neat," Nic said. "Your doing?"

  "Yeah, I love gardening. It's a relief after a day of teaching kids who really don't care about John Knox or the Highland Clearances, to get out there and do something earthy. Something that could be mindless if you wanted it to be, but to me it isn't." She shrugged, embarrassed at how easy it was to open up to him once they were away from Dommissimma. "Anyway, yes it's all my work. Veggies and roses. The roses were my grandma's favorites. The lawn's only there because I love the smell of newly mown grass, not to sit on. Too many creepy-crawlies. I put the sun-bed on the patio."

  "Naked sunbathing?"

  Nina laughed. "In your dreams. Nothing doing. Apart from the fact I've a redhead’s propensity to burn, the old man next door would have a heart attack. Very decorous I am. A vest top and shorts is about my limit."

  "Pity. Mind you any redness on your skin will be down to me, not the sun." He put his finger over her lips. "No cussing, and believe me when I say you cuss and you'll get the reddest ass outside of sunburn you've ever seen."

  Nina was speechless. What she wanted to say would probably start World War Three.

  "However, back to the subject of your garden. It's lovely, and it's secluded. Are you sure he'd actually see in? Without standing on a step ladder."

  "Who knows, but I'm not taking the chance. I like living here as Miss Mack the schoolteacher, not Miss Mack the hussy."

  "Point taken. So what are we going to do about us?" Nic stretched his legs out and crossed them at the ankles.

  Nina sighed. He would have to harp back to that. "I don't know. Say hi and bye?"

  "Say hey and play?"

  Why was he so damned calm about it all? There she was, spiders in her stomach, goosebumps on her arms, and a scalp that itched, and he looked cool, calm, and collected.

  "Stop messing." Nina used her best teacher to recalcitrant pupil voice. "Be serious."

  "Pet, I am being serious." Nic took hold of her hand and started to play with her fingers. The roughened skin of his hands stroked the softer flesh of her fingers. Such a little touch, but it sent messages to her clit. The sort of messages that had her blocking out the pictures they created. The sit on the floor, bow your head, and submit sort of pictures.

  "Baa, baa, cluck, cluck. Dominic, I'm not sure."

  "Of?"

  "Lots of things. Mind you there is one thing I'm damned sure of." She paused and twisted on the chair to stare at him.

  Her action stretched her arm, but Nic didn't lose his grip on her hand. His fingers tightened a little, and he paused his gentle strokes for a second or two, before he resumed them. The perfumes of the vase of mixed flowers on a table nearby wafted around and mixed with Nic's cologne to tease Nina. Her body was taut, and his scent of all male, be it alone or diluted by a bouquet of blooms, did nothing to help her relax.

  "Do. Not. Call. Me. Pet. Ever. I hate it. I know it's supposed to be an endearment, but I bloody hate it. Please, if we do see if we can have a … a whatever, don't call me pet. Or chick, kitten, babe, lamb, or whatever. Wherever I lived as a child someone would call you one of those silly names, almost as if they didn't know your real name, and it would do instead. I felt it made me lose my identity. My name is Dineen, or Nina. No more, no less." Would he accept that? Nina hadn't realized just how much she resented the silly pet names. "Please?"

  "Okay, I can go with that. But when we play—"

  "If we play." Nina jumped in to correct him. "Which is doubtful."

  "Oh, love, believe me if we go any further we will play. I don't care how often you shout not interested, your body language begs to differ. Be it here, at my house or the club. That's a given. I'm not saying when, or how, but it's something to think about. We will play. Because how can you say you've given us a fair chance if we don't? Now I'll leave you to think over a few things. When we play, I'll need a name you'll accept. One so you know we are scening. And I'll leave that to you for now. Otherwise it will be my call. When are you free in the evening?"

  "Eh?" Nina's head was spinning. How on earth had she gone from no not interested, to having to think of a name to use when they might be playing? That wasn't going to happen, so why couldn't she say so?

  "When can we meet?" Nic asked her again. "I'll take you out to dinner. Do you like Vietnamese food?"

  He stood up and tugged her to her feet. His musky, male scent, combined with a soft spring like cologne teased her senses. When he put his hands on her shoulders and rubbed her arms, she shivered. Not from cold but from the indefinable sexual pull he exerted without effort.

  "Er, yes right, um, Tue… no, I have parents evening. Wednesday I'm …" What on earth was she doing on Wednesday? "Oh I'm going to a lecture at the uni. I'm out Thursday and Friday. So it's the weekend or next week?"

  "Saturday, I'll pick you up at seven." Nic pulled her to her feet and held her close. As he fastened his mouth on hers, Nina gave into the urge she'd had ever since she'd seen him at the club. She pushed one leg between his, leaned in until his cock was hard against her stomach, and deepened the kiss. His tongue tangled with hers, and Nic gripped and squeezed her ass. The intoxicating smell of aroused male filled her. For a few long seconds Nina felt the heady excitement of being in charge.

  Of course she wasn't. It was all an illusion. A moment in time where he stood back and mentally gave her free rein.

  The smack to her butt made h
er jump. She pulled backward as far as Dominic let her—she didn't delude herself it was anything but his decision—and glared at him. His arms might be loose around her waist, but the hint, the threat of his fingers tightening on her torso or ass, was uppermost in her mind.

  "What the fuck was that for?" Nina drew one of her hands back and balled it into a fist.

  "If you touch me in anger, my love, all bets are off." There was no mistaking the message in Dominic's voice. "I'll have you over my knee, thong-less, and spanking that pretty ass until you're as red as your hair." Nic spoke in an even tone, but his intent and determination were obvious. "Your choice."

  It was oh so tempting to call his bluff. Except the glint in his eyes dared her. Nina might be well trained in self-defense, but she guessed she'd be no match for Nic, especially in this mood. He was a man who didn't hold out false promises.

  Carefully, and very deliberately, Nina held her hands in the air and uncurled her fingers one by one. She wiggled her fingers and leaned sideways to where a neat pile of folded laundry sat, waiting to be put away. She plucked a delicate white lacy thong from the top and waved it in the air. He had a lot to answer to. Her underwear budget had gone through the roof this last week, and several hitherto hated items had entered her knicker drawer.

  "Peace, please. And these are not for shredding. I come in peace."

  "You won't."

  He was doing his cryptic-speak again. Nina wriggled her nose.

  "Come in peace," Nic said. "You'll come screaming and shouting. Nothing peaceful about it at all."

  The pictures that conjured up rendered Nina speechless.

  "Yes, well, I've maybe got to explain something to you. Oh it's not a skeleton in the closet or anything big. Just what I'm all about. And I need to think things through first. I want to be open and truthful, without overstating my thoughts and yeah, my reasons for what I think. Are you busy on Saturday morning? Perhaps we could go for a quick walk, and after we've chatted you can decide if you still want to bother with me? I think so much better when I'm on the move. Would you have time for a quick donder around the park? I'll bring some bread so you can feed the ducks."

  Nic's face wasn't showing much agreement.

  "Please?" Damn I'm begging, well he better not see that as subservient. "It's really important, and you need to know this stuff before, well before we go any further."

  Nina listened to a vehicle backfire outside, and a boom-boom of a car's stereo, before all she could hear was the hum of the fridge.

  "It's not delaying tactics, I promise," she said, annoyed to hear the desperation she portrayed. "But it is important. It's me, who, and what I am. The park's only around the corner, and I promise once we get there I'll tell you what's on my mind." She hated the whiny pleading tone in her voice. However it was important he hear her out.

  "You'd better." Dominic the Dom was back and firing on all cylinders. Nina would have bitten her tongue rather than admit his velvet tones laced with steel made her go weak at the knees. To say nothing of moist in the pussy.

  "I promise." Shit, I nearly added Sir. That is so not good. Nina went to the sink, ran the tap, and filled a glass with water to moisten her dry throat. She wasn't ready for subbing, and wasn't sure she ever would be.

  "Then I'll be here at ten."

  He waved and walked away.

  Nina washed the cups up in a thoughtful mood. Had she done the right thing?

  ****

  By Saturday morning she was in a blue funk. What to wear, what to say, how much to open up. Anyone would think I'd got bad memories, not just bored ones. She admitted to herself just how pathetic that seemed. All the cloak and dagger stuff, for boredom and disinterest. Well no, not just that, but that's a big part of it. Thought after thought chased through her head until she made it ache. Nina downed two painkillers and did some yoga and meditation to calm herself. For once the soothing rituals didn't work very well. If she'd had time—and thought of it—she would have booked a Reiki session before today. But she hadn't, so she just had to get on with it. An unexpected phone call from her mum had helped to take her mind off the forthcoming meeting, and she'd almost blurted out her worries. However common sense stopped her. She knew full well her mum would say she was fretting before there was any need. Instead she'd chatted cheerfully about school, asked how Yuri was—"Perfect, just perfect"—and learned just what her parent was up to. Which according to her mum was "same old same old, I must be getting old". It didn't seem to bother her any. When the call ended, Nina was in a much more cheerful frame of mind.

  The texts and phone calls she'd received from Nic over the last days had both reassured and alarmed her. She loved the way he tried to allay her fears, chatted about his day, and made her laugh with jokes and anecdotes. She hated the fact that if she couldn’t do as he wanted, or he couldn't meet her halfway, her current status wouldn't change. She wanted it to, and with Dominic, but would they find that important common ground to allow it to happen?

  The simple text on the Friday night made her shiver. Red, thong. But she did as he demanded. Nina had no doubt it was a demand and not a request.

  The first test? Probably, but okay, I can do that.

  The knock on the door as she brushed her hair after she changed her skirt for the fourth time made her jump and drop the brush.

  She opened the door, and gulped. How could something so simple as well-worn denims and a black t-shirt look so Dom-like? It was every thong-dampening fantasy from every book she'd read, come to life. Her skin tingled.

  Nic looked her up and down.

  "Nice, though the bottom three buttons need to be undone."

  Before Nina had time to object, he bent and opened the long swirly skirt—her armor—up to just above her knee. She grasped the sides of her blouse.

  Nic followed her actions and laughed. "Unless you've changed your mind, we're off to the park. You know public, people, and no PDAs. Well no OTT PDAs. Let's keep it clean. Unless you have decided on something different."

  She shook her head, and he laughed.

  "Ah well, the park it is." Nic waited for her to pick up the bag of crusts she'd sorted out for the ducks and stood to one side whilst she secured the house. "Did you do as I asked?"

  "Yes." Nina was annoyed her voice came out in a squeak. Good grief, she wasn't a scaredy-cat teenager, and she was decently clad. There was no reason to sound as if Jack the Ripper had demanded she cut off her hair—her “down there” hair—or something. She cleared her throat. "Yes, I did."

  "Good girl." Nic took her hand. "Which way?"

  Nina used her free hand to point to a path between two houses across the road. "Over there. That's a short cut."

  They silence between them was companionable, rather than charged, and after the ups and downs she'd experienced when she was anywhere near Nic, Nina appreciated it. Even over the phone he had her body on high alert, and the dreams she'd experienced that week were much more erotic than normal. On several occasions she'd woken up and looked for Vic the Vibe to settle herself. Bernie the Bullet just wasn't enough.

  The peaceful, normal actions of walking together in harmony made Nina wish it could always be like this. Sadly, she knew it couldn't. Before long she was going to up the tension once more.

  "I can almost hear the cogs whirring in that brain of yours." Nic squeezed her hand. "Whatever's worrying you, surely it's not so bad we can't sort it?"

  "Well, we can sort it," Nina said. "Sort of, or I can do something about it. You might not want to." She opened the park gate and slipped inside to stand on the path surrounded by a neat box hedge, and overlooking a small loch—a lochan.

  "As ever your pronouncements are as clear as mud, anima mia. Spit it out."

  "Ani…what?"

  "Anima mia, my soul."

  He's crackers. "I'm not your soul."

  "You will be. So?"

  Nina took a quick look around. One man and his dog on the far side of the lochan, two women with prams a few hundred yar
ds ahead, and six ducks, none close enough to hear her confession. "I'm a virgin."

  Chapter Eight

  Nic stopped dead in the middle of the path. Had he really heard aright?

  "Say that again? Slowly."

  If looks could kill he'd be pushing up the daisies. She didn't just glare. Her eyes spat fire, and she clenched and unclenched her hands.

  "You bloody heard me. I'm a virgin. No cock–in person. Not had my cherry popped. Virgo intacta…well maybe not that, but never been fu…"

  He put one finger over her lips. It was that or turn her around and swat her ass. They really would have to work on her propensity for cussing. "I can't believe you talk like that in front of your students, so why don't you afford me the same courtesy?" How he kept his voice level and emotionless he had no idea.

  She blushed and lifted his finger up. Her breath was warm on his flesh, and Nic was sorry she hadn't pulled the digit closer and tasted him.

  "Of course I don't. What d'you think I am?" she said in an indignant tone. "And I swear when I'm not with my students because sometimes I wish I could when I was. It's a creative outlet." She giggled, and the sides of her eyes crinkled up. "That's what I tell myself. If I hear a kid swearing I tell them it's a lack of vocabulary. I'll try to curb my predisposition for vocal relief when I'm around you."

  Nic laughed. The verbal sparring sent waves of awareness through him, and he felt fully alive for the first time in longer than he'd like to admit. Probably since his wife had died. "Oh, not that, I enjoy vocal relief, especially when it's me that's causing it."

  "Argh." Nina put her head in her hands. "You'd twist a sermon. Right then, two things. Part of the problem is I hate taking orders and I sure as hell am useless at giving them. Well unless it's as a teacher. A lot of it stems from feeling so useless when Mum dragged us all over the country. I wanted to stay put, but had to do as she said. I vowed when I finally got to go to school that no one else would have that sort of power over me again. Evidently I incorporated that into BDSM. Yes, I know the sub has the power, but try telling my psyche. The other thing is, I've never had vaginal sex. Or any sex for that matter, okay? I don't count a fumble in the back of Angus Straiton's mini when I was sixteen. Oh merde, I'm such a loser. How can I even think about all this other stuff when I've never had a good firm ... penis in me."