Nina's Dom (12 page)

 
Stop worrying over everything and just go in
with an open mind.
You've seen it, done it, and gotten the
t-shirts, so why this stupid attitude?
She knew full well why. It mattered so much that
she could find something to please Nic. Well at least her clothes passed muster.
Nina reapplied blusher and lipstick, found her locker, and put her shoes, bag,
and pashmina in it. Then she remembered just what earrings she wore and added
those, her watch, and her bracelet. She'd put them on earlier without thinking,
and she knew jewelry wasn't allowed.

The
door to the club swung open, and through the mirror in her locker door, Nina
saw Linsey walk in.

"There's
a Dom out there wondering if his sub's gone missing." The part owner of
the club was in full on Domme mode. "It doesn't do to keep your Dom
waiting. He might decide you need punishing."

"Oh
no, he won't." Nina turned around to face Linsey, pleased at the look of
surprise on the Domme's face. Obviously no one had told her who the sub was.
"It's one of my hard limits. And who says I'm his sub?
Him?"

Linsey
blinked, and a smile spread over her face. "Blimey. Nina Mack. I never thought
I'd see you in here again."

"Nor
did I, and that's twice in a few weeks. I was in for that hen party your cousin
set up."

"Ah,
and that's where you met Nic and he persuaded you to sub?"

Nina
shook her head. "No, that's where I met Nic and we decided to explore the
possibility. Oh I can do it, you know that, but if I get nothing from it, then
neither will he. Athol was right when he told me I wasn't trying to see if it
was what I am. Well now I am trying. However, it's baby steps. Maybe now it's
not for research and my degree I might see stuff in a different light. At least
that's my way of thinking.
And Nic?
Well, he matters.
So I'm willing to
try,
and he, bless him, is willing
to do the same, even though he knows it might all end in tears, or
whatever."

"You
do know about his wife, don't you?" Linsey asked in a concerned voice.

"Yep
and yep, and we're taking this slowly, Lin. I know he'll only ever be a Dom. The
question is where I can let myself be enough of a sub to satisfy him. So tonight
it's look and learn, no more."

"Then
shut the locker and start." Linsey's voice took on her Domme tone once
more.

I might as well start as I mean
to go on.
Nina
dipped her head.
"Yes, Mistress."

Linsey
laughed. "Thank you, pet."

Oh no, here we go again.
 
She'd let Nic explain that one. Nina followed
Linsey out of the locker room and into the bar of the club.

Generally,
only soft
drinks were served, but if you weren't playing one
alcoholic beverage was
allowed. Nina thought she needed hers.

Nic
was sitting on a high stool next to the bar and chatting to the tall dark-haired
guy behind it.

Both
men looked at her as she walked up to them.

"Well
by all that's holy. Nina Mack. Are you subbing for this chancer? When you could
have had me?" The guy behind the bar put his hand over his heart.
"You wound me."

 
Let the
show begin.
In truth it was easy once she was inside the club to slip into
a sub mindset. Nina dipped her head.

"Answer
him honestly, anima mia."

"We're
thinking about it, Edan. And no way could I have you. You've only got eyes for
Athol."

Edan
nodded. "True enough, hon.
And
you have eyes for
this reprobate here?"

"It
seems so."

"Then
he better treat you well or he'll have us to answer to."

Nic
grinned. "Oh I'll treat her very well if she lets me."

Nina
bit her lip. The retort that sprang to mind wasn't very sub like.
Hell, this keeping quiet lark is so not
easy, I want to wave my arms around and shout hello, I'm here,
this
is me, not a cardboard cutout.
She didn't.
Some things were
perhaps best left unsaid.

 
“So you're going to let me demo on you?"
Edan asked.
"A nice little flogging."

Nina
shook her head so vehemently her hair flicked her nose. She couldn't let that
comment go past. "Not going to happen."

"Maybe
I should ask your Sir." Edan was all innocence. Nina knew that look. It
meant he was up to something.

"Maybe,
if I had one. However I don't, not yet, and if he agreed to that when he knew
it was a hard limit then he'd not be my Sir for much longer."

"Point taken.
Sorry, hon, I shouldn't tease
you like that. Well if you want to watch, I'm on in the Green Room in half an
hour."

"It
depends on my Sir," Nina said, and Edan laughed.

"I
don't envy you, mate," he said to Nic as he poured two glasses of wine and
set them on the counter.

"Just
as well, it'd do you no good." Nic picked one of the glasses up and handed
it to Nina. "Here you
are,
anima mia.
Our one drink.
I thought it would be a nice gentle way to
reintroduce you to Dommissimma."

She
took the glass and sipped the wine. It seemed strange to be drinking alcohol
inside the club. In fact it was strange to be inside the club period. She
wasn't uncomfortable, and in some ways felt at home, but it had been so long.
Maybe, she mused, it was like revisiting an old friend. One who had moved on in
a different direction from yourself, and you weren't sure if you'd ever get
your rapport back.

"You're
awfully quiet, Nina. Do you want to leave?" Nic was staring at her with
concern in his eyes.

She
shook her head and put her glass down. "Sorry, I was thinking that
although it feels weird to be back in here, it's not in a bad way. I'm fine. I
just don't want to let you down."

 
"You won't."

"Well
I might, because if I can't get anything out of tonight that I think would work
for me, where does that leave us?" Nina nibbled the end of a nail.
"And I want to find something I can do for you."

Nic pseudo-leered.
She laughed as it broke the
tension. "Yes, well, you know what I mean."

 
"Stop worrying about things that you
don’t know. Let's just take it one step at a time. Now, what shall we look at
first?" Nic set his untouched glass down on the counter next to her almost
full one. "We can finish those later. Shall we both do something we're not
sure about? Hamish is going to demo wax. You've never done much with it, and I've
steered clear of it, so it will be a try out for both of us to watch."

"That
sounds good if you're sure if won't upset you." Nina didn't want Nic to be
reminded of his late wife in any untoward way. She admitted to herself she was human
enough to want his attention on her, and the here and now, not on the past.

"Anima
mia, it won't upset me. Lue was my life, but the operative word there is was. Of
course I'll never forget her, but she's gone, and at last I've moved on. Now
it's up to you. Are you moving with me?"

Put
like that he made it simple.
"Yes, Sir."
Nina had a thought. "Um, I'm a bit rusty on protocol. Can I speak and
stuff?"
I must seem a right idiot,
but if I'm doing it, I don't want to let Nic down.

"Not
whilst we're watching. You know the code. Pinch my hand and we'll move far
enough away for you to tell me what's bothering you.
To
others?
Well it'd be good if you checked with me first. Even though
Linsey runs a relaxed club,
there's
some people so up
themselves they would see it as incredibly rude and bratty if you didn't.
Easier not to rattle their cages."

Nina
nodded. That was the same the world over. She took a deep breath. "Then I'll
defer to your good sense, and try not to be rude, bratty,
minx
-like
or Domme-ish. God help me. I'll even try not to open my mouth and put my feet
in it. If I succeed it'll be a first."

She
slid of the stool and followed Nic out of the bar and into the large dungeon.
It was little changed from when she'd worked there with Athol. The equipment
was newer, but similar, and the familiar benches and St. Andrew's cross were in
the places she remembered.

Damn, I wish I felt something
other than mild interest.

There
was a sub tied to the cross, and a Dom she didn't recognize was talking to her
earnestly. Then he stood up and began a series of flicks and strokes across her
ass with a short length flogger. Nina watched and admired the way the Dom
worked. She'd been told flogging was something she was good at giving when
she'd tried to Domme, but looking at the scene in front of her, Nina realized
that in no way did she match the skill of the Dom. She sighed.

"Color?"
They were far enough away from
the scene to talk quietly.

Nina
looked up at Nic. "Green of course. It doesn't bother me one bit, but
neither does it make me squirm in a good or a bad way. It makes me understand
that I'm no Domme, not really. Oh, I enjoy being in charge sometimes, but not
to the extent needed."

"Good.
Then if nothing else you've discovered that tonight. Shall we move on and find
Edan?"

Nina
followed Nic across the viewing area and toward a short corridor. The Green Room
was the first room they came to. Edan was leaning over a table checking
something. Nina couldn't see what until he turned toward them with a short-tailed
flogger in his hand. He grinned and handed the flogger to Nic.

"Feels
good? It's one of a line I'm trying out."

Nic
flicked the strips of leather over his hand and glanced at Nina.

"Give
me your hand, anima mia."

He
look was so intense Nina complied without thinking. He turned it so her palm
was facing downward and stroked the back of her hand with the leather. The soft
hide slid easily over Nina's skin and tickled the fine hairs there. It sent an
unexpected tingle down her spine. Nic smiled.

"Good eh?
Think how that
would be if I stroked your ass with this.
Or flicked
it gently, just to get the sting not the pain.
Your body would sing, and
your senses would be on high alert. Not painful but arousing. Think about it. Color,
Nina?"

She
blinked. The way he spoke—his words almost a caress—made her mouth dry and her
muscles tighten. She could feel her juices gather and her thong inch painfully
and annoyingly between her butt cheeks. Nic continued the gentle movements over
her hand, without putting any pressure on the flogger or Nina. She sighed.

"Maybe, but not now.
Oh and green,
Sir."

"Good
girl. That's all I ask. When we play, whatever we play, it'll only be us."
He handed the flogger back to Edan, who had spent the last few minutes watching
the interplay between Nina and Nic.

"Changed
your mind then?" Edan asked Nina. "I've a few minutes before I
demo."

"Nope,"
Nina said. "Not for a million pounds." She looked up at Nic and hoped
he realized the negative response wasn't directed at him. He took hold of the
hand he'd been teasing and kissed it.

Nic
smiled. "We're in the audience only." He put his mouth near her ear.
"And I agree. The only playing you'll do—I know
,
if
you do—will be with me."

The
door opened, and several people walked in. Within a few minutes Edan had
introduced the person he was demonstrating on, done all his safety checks, and
started his demonstration.

Contrary
to what she'd thought, Nina was fascinated. It seemed now that she wasn't learning
what to do and how, for her thesis, her mindset was completely different. Watching
Edan as he expertly placed the flogger over the sub's ass, the way the sub's
eyes glazed and she moaned softly was exciting. Nina's thong was
damp,
her body on fire, and her pulse was beating at high
speed.

Nic
pinched the skin on the back of her hand, as finally Edan stopped the flogging
and began to take care of his now sobbing sub.

"Anima mia."
He gestured toward the door.

Quietly
Nina followed him back into the bar.

"Well?"

She
swallowed. "Very well, thank you, Sir."

"Nic,
glad I've found you. Have you drunk any of your wine?" Athol walked up to
them quickly. He had a harried look on his face.

"No, why?"

"I
need to ask you a big favor. Will you do a wax demo for me? Hamish had to leave.
His mum's in intensive care. You're better than anyone, or you were, and I bet
you haven't lost the knack."

Nic
paled, and Nina swallowed heavily. Would he? She took hold of his hand in a
gesture of support.