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 her 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
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 her 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
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