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  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?"

  So now not only did he choose her underwear, although only in general terms so far, he knew her hair would be loose, and she'd be wearing stockings. He also knew that she wouldn't wear a thong for work, and her boy pants would no longer have slogans on them, which was fair enough. Not only that, she would go braless, and shoeless at home. The way she'd agreed to the last two gave him a good idea that was the norm anyway. He'd allow her that little triumph … if she fessed up before too long. Nic was enjoying himself. He realized he'd deliberately bricked off a large part of his life, and now he was pulling down the wall with a vengeance. He might need to slow down, and do it brick by brick rather than row by row, but down it was coming.

  The door opened, and Nina stood in front of him. As soon as she saw it was him, she dipped her head. That simple gesture of respect took his breath away. He hadn't asked for it, thinking it might be too much too soon. "Thank you, anima mia. Unasked for but gladly received."

  She lifted her head, and he noticed her eyes were full of mischief. "Pardon? Oh you thought I was bowing my head in respect, not looking to check I hadn't got mud on my shoes?"

  His heart thumped so hard it was a wonder Nina didn't hear it. It served him right for assuming.

  "You were right."

  He laughed, light-hearted once more. "You are a brat you know. Do I add that to the infringement list? The dissing your Dom one."

  Nina shook her head. "Nope. I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist. Either showing you respect or teasing. We hadn't discussed that, and I don't know what you like or prefer."

  But she'd thought about it, and decided to do something. The thought pleased him more than he could say.

  "Exactly what you did. With this as well." Nic kissed her, pressing his tongue to her lips and slipping it between them as they parted. Nina moane
d into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, and the reverberations teased him, daring him to do more. Her scent filled his senses, and it would have been all so easy to do as his body demanded and take more. To say, sod the club let’s go to bed, or on the table, the stairs or any useful surface. Reluctantly Nic softened the kiss and pulled back. He had to clear his voice before he spoke, and he was somewhat glad Nina looked as dazed as he felt. The moment they touched it was as if they needed more and ever more.

  "Then that's good. I'm ready, if you think this will do for the club?" She ran her hand over her front-buttoned silky vest and short pleated skirt. "It's a long time since I've been there."

  Nic took his time as he deliberately looked from her head to her feet. Anyone would think he'd only just noticed what she wore. However he wasn't averse to a second, longer, more deliberate perusal. He smothered a grin as Nina rubbed her fingers together. It was a key indicator that she was either agitated or annoyed. He suspected the latter. As much as he would like to make her wait for his answer, Nic decided not to. He'd noticed the faint shadow of apprehension in her eyes, and she'd admitted during the week that she was anxious that he might be disappointed by the end of the evening. If he was honest, so was he. The more he got to know about her, the more Nic wanted to know. "Spot on, love."

  Nina let her breath out noisily. "Phew, for a minute I thought you were going to tell me there that I'd got it all wrong."

  "How many times did you change?"

  She blushed. "Never you mind. Okay let me get my bag and keys."

  Nic held out his hand for the keys, and after a brief startled glance, Nina passed them to him. He locked the door and handed them back. She tucked them inside her handbag.

  "Why did you do that?" Nina asked once she was inside the car with him. "Lock my door? I've been doing it for years."

  "Good." Nic checked the flow of traffic and overtook a bus. "And when we're together I'll do it for you."

  "But why?" Nina asked again. "Why not just let me lock up?"

  There's that word again.

  "I swear the first word you ever spoke was why," Nic said as he turned the car into the street where Dommissimma was situated. "And I bet it will be your last. I agree that to question things you don't understand is a good thing, but by heck, Nina, you'd even question why I asked for dark chocolate not milk."

  "No, I wouldn't then," she said in a triumphant tone. "Because dark chocolate helps to control the sub drop a sub might get after a scene. Or a Dom for that matter." She didn't add so there, but Nic could hear it inferred in her voice.

  "Good. I've found one action you won't question. I wonder if there's any more?" He stopped the car in the half empty car park and switched of the engine. "Not too busy, but it looks like there'll be enough going on so you'll be able to gauge your reactions. Let me come ‘round and help you out. And before you say anything, that, plus locking your door are just some of those common courtesies we spoke of over the phone. To me I don't do it as a Dom, I do it as a man."

  "I might question it, the chocolate. I'd wonder who it was for." Nina said as they approached the nondescript door to Dommissimma. "Seeing as we're not scening."

  "Not at the moment." Nic agreed with her. "But who knows when we might need it." He looked at her pale face. "Are you sure you're okay with this? I don't want you passing out or anything." Her pallor worried him. He hoped she wasn't anemic.

  "What?" She sounded surprised. "I'm fine, why?"

  "You're as white as a sheet."

  "I usually am," Nina said. "But in this case I think it's hunger, worry I might let you down rather than natural Celtic pale skin, and oh sh—oot, I recognize that car." Nina waved toward a dark saloon in the corner of the car park. "Beware of nosy Doms. That's Edan's, and if he's here it’s a shoe in Athol will be as well."

  "Why are you hungry?" Nic honed in on her first reason.

  "Running late, apprehension, forgot to buy bread, take your pick. And now a crowing Athol."

  Nic grinned and kissed her nose. She wrinkled it. "That tickles."

  "It'll be directed at me as well as you, anima mia. I've only been around when needed these last few years. And there's no need to be apprehensive. We're not scening, and you said nothing frightened you, just that it wasn't your thing, so why worry?"

  "I didn't say it was logical," Nina said. "I can't explain it, there's no logical explanation, in fact no explanation at all. It makes no sense, but it’s how I feel." She bit her lip and gave a deprecating smile. "Stupid or what?"

  Nic tugged her to one side of the door. "Not stupid. But I'm going to do my damnedest to change how you feel. Nina, love, nothing you can say or do will let me down." Unless it's let's get out of here, or I don't want to see you again, Nic. "Remember you can safe word me over anything. And a nip just here," he put her thumb and forefinger on the back of his hand, "will alert me if something is bothering you and we need to move away and talk. Yes?"

  "Yes."

  "Then are you ready?"

  Nina blinked and squared her shoulders. "Yes, Sir, I'm ready." He could see her mindset changing as she spoke.

  "Then let's go in." Nic keyed in a series of numbers on a security keyboard and pressed his thumb to a grey oblong pad. Nina looked at him in surprise.

  "Sadly a new innovation. You can't even get into the foyer now unless you've got clearance."

  "We did on the hen night."

  "You were expected, and Athol unlocked the door as the coach arrived. Now we lock it and buzz people in."

  The door swung open, and Nic stood back to let Nina precede him. Once inside the door closed automatically. "Everything else is the same. We'll sign in, and then you can go into the ladies’ locker room and stow your stuff."

  Nina nodded. "And here's the crow-master himself."

  She was right, Athol did crow.

  "Well, my oh my, look what we've got here. Dominic being the Dom again, eh? Properly and not on duty. And Nina. That's interesting. So, how do I look at this concept, hmm?" He leant forward and enveloped Nina in a hug before he kissed her soundly. She kissed him back.

  Nic was surprised at the flare of anger that hit him. Anger and envy. The pair of them looked so comfortable together. She's mine. Dammit, I'm jealous. That's what I want. An easy, happy relationship, but with sexual love. He coughed theatrically.

  Athol took his time in moving back from Nina, who gave Nic a startled look and bit her lip. Nic smiled at her. He had no right to make her feel she shouldn't greet her friend as she wanted to. Not that Athol gave her much option.

  "You waiting for your kiss and cuddle, Nic?" Athol asked, and with a wicked grin he walked up to Nic and proceeded to hug him and land a loud, smacking kiss on Nic's cheek. "There. Now you won't feel left out."

  Nic laughed. "Yes, I will. Nina hasn't kissed me as well."

  Athol rolled his eyes. "Nina, sweet, kiss your Dom."

  She giggled. "My Dom as in how?"

  "Ah, now that's not for me to say, is it? Let's get you signed in and give you your locker numbers, then kiss him and come through when you're ready."

  He handed over papers and pens, and they both signed in. Nic couldn't remember the last time he'd been in the club as a member not as a duty Dom.

  "Good show." Athol told them their locker numbers. "All done and legal. There's a nice wee scribing about to start, and Linsey's going to demo later I do believe." He sketched a wave and walked through the swing doors behind the reception desk.

  "Go on then. Do as the Master said and kiss your Dom."

  "Oh my pleasure."

  Nina put her lips to his and held onto his shoulders. Then she put one hand behind his head. The soft pressure of her palm made Nic's skin tingle. He tangled one fist into her hair and slipped his tongue between her lips. She grazed it with her teeth, alternately sucking and nipping. His mind became a myriad of colors as he let himself be enveloped by her closeness. Her nipples pressed against his chest, and his cock responded to the unspoken hint of her pussy rub
bing over it. All of a sudden Nic's trousers were too tight. Damned if I don't want her in every way possible. For a split second Nic wished he hadn't promised to take it slowly and let Nina decide when to lose her virginity. But he had, and deep down he knew it was the right thing to do.

  When Nina loosened her hold on him, he untangled his hand from her hair, letting her set the pace to end the kiss. They were both breathing heavily, and he wondered if her stunned look was reflected in his eyes.

  "Blimey, Nic, what is it with us that one touch and I want you to rip my clothes off and change my maidenly status?" Nina ran her hand over her head and flattened her hair down. He had made a bit of a mess.

  "Compatibility," he said, and she grinned. "And take my word for it, I want to change your maidenly status as much as you do. And I will, and soon, just say the word. I also want to change your no subbing status, and we can hopefully do that much sooner. You might want to brush your hair before we go through. Hedge and pulled backwards springs to mind. I'll see you on the other side." Nic turned Nina around toward the direction of the ladies’ rooms, and patted her backside. Then he looked up to the security camera and gave it the bird.

  "Hope you enjoyed the show."

  Nina spun round. "Ah shit. Who?"

  "Athol. I bet you a fiver he's sitting behind the security camera, listening and watching all of this."

  "Don't take the bet, sweet. He's right, and I give you ten out of ten." The disembodied voice rolled around the foyer, as did the raucous laugh that came after.

  Nina blushed the color of her hair. "Bastard." She made a beeline for the door into the ladies’ locker room.

  For once Nic didn't pull her up on her language. He shook his head and walked through the door into the gents’ rooms.

  Chapter Eleven

  Nina splashed cold water over her cheeks. It was no wonder Athol had crowed when you considered he was the one who trained her, and had told her in no uncertain terms she wasn't even trying to sub. Trust him to have seen and heard everything in the foyer as well. She was thankful that he wouldn't have heard anything he didn't know or guessed at. At least the interlude had put some color back into her cheeks. She had been pale and really couldn't account for the butterflies in her tummy and the faint feeling of nausea. She wasn't scared of anything she might see or do, unless it reflected badly on Dominic. He'd become important to her in a short space of time, and she didn't want her attitude to hurt him. If only she could drum up some enthusiasm.