Nina's Dom by Raven McAllan Read Free Book Online Page B

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?"
    "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