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
"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
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