Nina's Dom

by Raven McAllan

  Nina couldn't help it. She glared at Athol, who wasn't fazed by her look, and then at Nic. His eyes twinkled, and Nina bit back a snigger as he gave her a brief nod.

  "Not yet we haven’t," she said in a sugary sweet voice. "But give us a chance and we will."

  Chapter Fifteen

  "I thought Athol would choke at the very least," Nina said as she followed Nic into his house a short while later. She looked around with interest. They said a house showed the way into a person's soul, and whether they had a home or not.

  Even from the first steps inside it was obvious that Nic had a home. One that suited him.

  From the quirky suit of armor with a traffic cone over its visor, to the fantastic photo of a nearby castle, it was warm and welcoming.

  "I love this." She tapped the armor.

  "Percy? He's been with me a long time. I found him in a junk shop when I was a student. We've been through a lot, Percy and I. He's been my confidant for many a year."

  Nina stroked Percy's metal arm. "Thank you, Percy. Maybe I can help you now."

  "I'm sure you can, anima mia." Nic took her arm, and in a move Nina considered worthy of any blockbuster romance movie lifted her off her feet and carried her upstairs. "Do you mind?"

  How could she? Her heart pounded, and her skin was a mass of shivers and tingles. Her clit was clenching and unclenching as if it was practicing every muscle exercise known to woman, and her lacy excuse for a thong was wet. Not just damp she decided but wet, and imitating a cheese grater up her ass again. She couldn't have cared less. It was time to lose her virginity, and give herself to the man she loved.

  "Not at all, I aim to please," Nina said breathlessly.

  Nic twisted so he was sideways on to the door. "Can you open this please?"

  Nina stretched her hand out and turned the handle. Nic helped to open it wide with a swift shove of his foot. Once through he used the same foot to slam it behind them.

  It was a bedroom. A straightforward, super king bed and dressing table vanilla bedroom.

  Nina couldn't believe the lump of disappointment that lodged in her throat. What had she expected for goodness’ sake? He'd been a widower, who by his own admission hadn't wanted to play after his wife and slave died. Why would he have a kinkster's paradise for a bedroom? And did she really want to become his once more in a room, which would have seen like a shrine to his dead wife?

  Well no.

  Nic dropped her onto the bed, and she bounced before the mattress held her.

  "You know I hadn't realized how boring this room is," he said as he pulled his shirt over his head and unsnapped his trousers. "We'll need to do something about it, if you'd like?"

  Nina's mouth went dry at the sight of his chest, covered with dark curly hair that arrowed downward to where his trousers hung low on his hips. She swallowed and realized he was waiting for an answer.

  "Oh I'd like." Her voice was husky, and she cleared her throat. "What do you think we need, Sir?"

  Nic smiled. "Oh I'm sure we'll think of something. Now I think you are well overdressed. I'm going to make love to you, Nina, love you, and show you it's not all wax and scribing. Not all Sir and anima mia, but also Nic and Nina. Partners and lovers, and maybe one day, when we're ready, husband and wife?"

  Nina's eyes filled with tears, and she blinked rapidly. "Oh wow."

  Nic laughed. "I'll take that as a maybe, shall I?"

  She nodded. "A lot more than a maybe I reckon. But first I want you, and then I want to learn to be everything we both need."

  "I need you. Naked beside me." Nic stripped his trousers and boxers off in one fluid movement, turned the duvet back, and slid onto the bed. He crossed his feet at the ankles, and his hands behind his head, and looked at her unblinking. His cock was hard and stood out of its nest of hair, with tiny droplets of pre-cum coating its length.

  Nina wanted to salivate, and take it in her mouth to lick and savor the salty delights. But she wanted Nic inside her even more. With more haste than elegance she pulled her dress over her head and put it over the back of a chair. Her bra was dispensed of just as easily, and she took hold of the elastic top of her thong to pull it down.

  "Leave it on."

  For all he said it wasn't about Sir and his sub, there was no mistaking the authority in his voice, even if it was masked by need.

  Nina moved her hands. "And?"

  He laughed. "I want to take it off myself. Come here, love, and let me show you how much you mean to me."

  She moved to the side of the bed, and as Nic scooted across the mattress to make room for her, Nina scrambled up next to him.

  No sooner had she reached him, than Nic pulled her close and held her tight against him. His cock rubbed her tummy, and she wriggled.

  "I bet he'd be happier at a different angle and a bit lower," she said as Nic bent his head and circled and laved each nipple in turn. He nipped one, and she jumped. Not because it hurt, well not in a pain for pain sake's way, but because the sting of awareness zeroed in on her clit so fast it amazed her. Her thighs were wet with her juices, and she moaned in excitement as Nic slipped one hand between her and used two fingers to play with her clit.

  "Oh my, who's a ready lady? So good, my sweet. Are you ready for me? Ready to feel my cock inside you, and for me to ride you until you're begging for release? Tell me, Nina, tell me please, for God's sake do you want me as much as I want you?"

  "What a stupid thing to say. Yes, yes, and for goodness’ sake get on with it." Her voice was breathless, and to her ears sounded squeaky. Oh lord, sexy—not.

  Nic moved so fast if she had blinked she would have missed it. But not toward her.

  Hold on? I thought the next bit was to fuck me senseless not leave me horny? Nina leaned up on one elbow as Nic got out of bed and stalked—there was no other world for his stiff legged gait—toward a door at the back of the room.

  "Forgot to bring in condoms. Don't go away, or play by yourself. It's two to tango tonight not going solo." He disappeared out of the room.

  Nina made a mental note to check how long it would be before the prescription she'd had filled was effective, rolled onto her back and grinned as she looked up at the ceiling. At this rate she'd be another year, or three, older before she actually felt him in her.

  It was somewhat less than that. Before she'd had time to count the threads of the fine cotton sheet under her, Nic was back, and ready for action.

  He saw her glance at his latex covered prick.

  "I'd have preferred you to do it, but I don't want to come in your hand this time." The inference that another time he'd be happy to was clear. Nina liked the sound of that.

  Once I'm not a virgin.

  "No, not this time," she agreed and giggled. "Mind you if we don’t get a move on I'm going to spontaneously combust. I'm so horny, I could pass for a reindeer."

  "Oh we can't have that." Nic moved swiftly between her legs and picked them up to drape them over his shoulders. "Ready? He ran one finger over her pussy lips and slipped a finger inside. "Oh yes, I can feel you are."

  He slid part into her and stopped.

  "Okay?"

  She wriggled. "I will be once you finish what you've started. I'm wet, I'm ready, and I'm … ohhh my." He surged into her in one long hard thrust.

  Nina welcomed him, and moved in a plea for him to do the same.

  "I'm all yours."

  He responded with a grunt and withdrew his cock almost all the way before plunging back in one long forceful movement.

  Nina met him thrust for thrust, and they moved together as if they'd done so all their lives. Her muscles clenched to increase the friction between them, and her juices slicked his cock to add another dimension.

  Her body began the telltale signs that she wanted—needed to come. Nic's eyes were dark and cloudy, and his skin was sweat slicked. His breath was uneven and the muscles on his arms stood out as he held himself above her.

  "Now, let go and come now."

  It
was all she needed. Her climax rolled over her, through her, and filled her as she screamed his name.

  Nic grunted and groaned and began to shake.

  Impossible though it seemed his cock swelled even more, and then he came with a roar to rival any big cat.

  Nina tightened her legs around his neck. "Nice, stay there." She knew full well her voice was slurred. She felt punch drunk, happy, and ready to shout to the world, "This is my man. My Sir. Mine."

  "Mine," she said.

  Nic laughed shakily. "Yours," he said in a voice like liquid chocolate. It flowed over her and stroked her skin. "And you are mine."

  "I am, now and forever."

  Nina pouted as he pulled out of her, and moved away. She closed her eyes and listened to him moving into the next room. There was the sound of the loo flushing and a tap running and then a warm washcloth caressed her skin. She wanted to purr. It was love, care, trust, all the things that she knew would be part of them.

  With a wriggle and a stretch, Nina rolled over until she rested next to Nic. He drew her head onto his chest and stroked her hair.

  "Happy?"

  She nodded. "Oh yes."

  "So we go forward? Create our own rules and commit to each other one day at a time?"

  "Sounds perfect." She kissed his nipples, and he squirmed. It seemed he was still as sensitive as she was.

  "Not fair, I'll remember that. In the best possible way."

  Oh she hoped so. Who ever thought being a brat in and out of a scene could be so much fun?

  "Sir?"

  His eyes widened. "Love, you don't have to call me that. Not now."

  She understood what he meant. He wanted a sub not a slave, but she needed to show him she was his.

  "I don't have to, and I don't need to, but I wanted to. Because you've given me more than I ever thought possible. And even when we're not in a scene, and even when we're just plain old Nina and Dominic, you'll always be my Sir. My Dominic, my Dom."

  The End

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