Why he's called Dominic Christopher, Nic for short. The sobriquet Dom the Dom gets old hat after a while, and only his closest friends teasing him are allowed to say that. Woe betide a subbie who whispers it and he overhears.
He has a way of looking at you, you know, yeah, that way, that makes you want to kneel and beg forgiveness for anything and everything. Even if you have no idea what.
Oh I'm Nina Mack. I never ever thought the day would come where I said oh yeah okay, and added 'Sir', and meant it. And before you roll your eyes at me and send your Sir to shout, Doris, I do mean it… But by blimey, I didn't think I ever would. I've topped, I've bottomed I've got both T-shirts, and I had the not bothered attitude as well.
Then I met Nic.
I honestly didn't think I would ever be interested in going to Dommissimma again. Don't tell anyone, but the last time I was in there as a sub, I made out my shopping list in my head whilst the Dom tried to get me into subspace. Okay, yes, he's not there anymore, but I just wasn't interested.
I thought I'd carry on in my own sweet way.
Luckily, happily Nic had other ideas, and you know? I realised he knew me better than I knew myself.
So now we're…no actually Raven and Nic are giving me the evil eye and saying enough already. Let's just say I have had, and am still having a ball. No, not a ball gag…
So this is the blurb Raven wrote about us…
Nina Mack is no sub. So why then do all her senses scream at her to submit to the enigmatic Dominic Christopher?
When the two meet at her friend's hen party at Dommissimma, sparks fly. Their attraction is immediate and explosive, but how can Nina ever allow herself to enter into a relationship with a Dom?
Dominic has lost interest in BDSM since the death of his wife, so the insistent tug of awareness toward the volatile and decidedly bratty Nina is a welcome surprise.
With his inner Dom firmly awakened can he convince Nina to give their relationship a try?
Time will tell if these two can find their own Dom/sub relationship and reclaim happiness.
Interested enough for a wee tease? If not don't worry, head off and grab a coffee…
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.
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Well what can I say?
I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.
and I'm here… www.ravenmcallan.com for all books links and all things happy.
But to make you even happier… maybe… Do you want to read any of the other books in the series you've missed?
Master, Girl on the Bus or The Dom's Decision?
Comment here and I'll pick a winner.
Love R x