Free Nina's Dom by Raven McAllan

to say yes or no?
    "It
depends. Does it have a good storyline, or is it all nonfiction and dry as
dust?"
    "Either."
    "Probably, maybe. I wouldn't if it was badly
written."
    That
figured. He'd be the same. "Would it turn you on?"
    "You
do go for the jugular, don't you?" Nina said.
    Nic
was reassured by her light tone. It didn't seem as if his direct questioning
fazed her. "While you're making your mind up whether to
answer me or not, think about this as well. Did it disgust you watching
people scening?"
    "Of course not." She sounded astonished he'd even
ask. "That's different."
      "Did it turn you on?"
    "Not
in a thong wetting clamp my legs together make me come way, no. I was happy for
them, but it didn't make me want to emulate them. Reading? Maybe,
probably. But, and that's a big but, there's an enormous difference
reading about stuff, and enjoying what you read, to doing it. My hands and my
toys are enough until a man I want to share me with appears. And I can not believe I'm saying this to you. I
hardly know you."
    Nic
disagreed with her. "You know me better than you want to admit. I bet you Googled
me when I left you the other day." Nina blushed, and he chuckled.
"Don't worry. I did the same for you. Impressive
qualifications, anima mia. I feel I should call you Dr. Mack. But I'm
not going to. Anima mia suits you so much better."
    Nina
twisted her mouth into a moue. "I'd not say I was your soul, not when I'm
not even sure if I'm mine. Oh sugar, how weird does that sound? Well you know
what I mean. I can't believe this conversation. I'm going to wake up in a
minute and find I've fallen asleep after eating too much cheese."
    "It's
happening." Nic pinched the soft skin between her thumb and forefinger,
and Nina squealed.
    "Ouch,
okay, I believe you. We're in the park talking about sex and soul mates. No
need to inflict pain, remember what I said about pain."
    "That
little sting is so not pain, and you know it. I can hardly say anima mia to be,
now can I? Not intimate. So I'll stick with anima mia. It's true even if I can't
say why." Nic paused to gather his thoughts. "Do you like feeling
sexy? Feeling good about yourself and what you wear?" He curled his hand
around her throat and stroked the nape of her neck.
    Nina
shivered and leaned into his hand. It was so very hard not to follow through
with a pinch or a nip, and then move his hand lower. Only his iron will stopped
him. Nic wouldn't have been surprised to see his hand tremble as he moved it
gently over her skin.
    "I
like the way you touch me." Nina sounded surprised.
    "Then
that's our start. Now, I know you say you're no sub and not a Domme. I'm glad
about the Domme bit and not so sure you understand about the sub bit.
Submission comes in many ways and forms. From letting me chose your thongs, or denying you undies. To telling you what we're going to do
in the bedroom, or wherever I chose, and you deferring to me. Listening to me
direct our own personal sex scene via the telephone and you describing how you
do as I say. Demanding you come—or not. Is there pain there? Not unless you
count wanting to come and having to hold back. Are you held down or unsighted
against your will? No never. Will you have safe words? All
the time. Will I take heed of them? Absolutely. Am I as horny as hell thinking about all this? You bet." He stopped
speaking.
    Nina's
eyes narrowed in concentration. "Athol tried to tell me all this, but I
had a hard time getting my head ‘round it. Donny, my brother, who's big and macho is an out and out sub, but so different from me, so I
thought, oh no not me. Not at all. I guess I just
pulled the shutters down. Once I'd seen Donny, bound, gagged, and getting a
flogging I was eugh. That's my brother. Not for me. It was a total accident,
mind, but hard to come to terms with. I didn't know he was in the club. I mean
I've no problems about it being his thing, but it's so private and personal, I
felt like a peeping tom. And there is no way on earth I