God.. she was blushing again. Nadia couldn't help but rub at her cheek, her skin was tingling where Jamie had kissed her. The heat spread right down to her core, sending out waves of sensation to every nerve ending, all of which were still over sensitized. How could she possibly be feeling more naked now than she had been a moment ago? Nadia pulled the tattered edges of her shirt tighter around her body, blushing all the more when Jamie made it known she hoped it would be coming off again, soon. Being called cute was unusual enough that she still gave the blonde a smirk that simply said: 'yeah... cute, right, sure.'<br/><br/>"Platypus?" she repeated on impulse, and then laughed. "No weirder than peaches, I guess."<br/><br/>The humor helped, but Nadia still felt awkward as Jamie hopped on the table and Carl began down a list of things to do. She was just figuring out the idea of being submissive.. she wasn't even sure she was okay with it. And now they were asking her to switch gears and play the dominate side, and she wasn't sure she was okay with that, either. Nadia sighed and tried to rack her brain for an answer. This was not what she thought she would be doing today.<br/><br/>Tying Jamie up wasn't too bad now that Nadia had learned a little bit about the knots, but it was still strange to be doing it. Her cheeks seemed to burn as she worked, setting up Jamie's legs as Carl had asked: bent at the knees and spread wide. The petite woman was left completely exposed and Nadia couldn't help a little glance at the petal-soft lips of her sex. There were still slick and wet, and Nadia jolted in surprise as her mouth watered. Jamie's taste was there still, subtle and faint, lingering on her tongue. Nadia licked her lips... and then jumped, startled, when Carl talked to her again.<br/><br/>"I'm no so sure I am okay with hurting anyone anyway," Nadia blushed deeply, her voice growing quieter as she spoke. Suddenly she felt like everyone in the room was staring her down. Normally, her shoulder would tighten and her chin would lift a notch higher than usual. She never backed down from anyone.. anything... what the hell was wrong with her? She didn't cave under pressure, she fought back.<i>'Take a deep breath, pull your shit together.</i><br/><br/>"But, I think you're right," her voice carried a new strength as Nadia pulled herself up, shaking off the lingering affects of being lost in a sub head-space to drag her normal personality forward again. "Pleasure may be best... but getting her to say you're the best? Never going to happen. I'd never say it, I don't think she will, either."<br/><br/>Nadia was grinning as she leaned her hips against the table, one hand settling lightly over Jamie's stomach just to feel the muscles twitch beneath her soft skin. "I think you set your sights too high. Think of something more reasonable."<br/><br/>Nadia's fingers began to trail little patterns over Jamie's skin. It was a way to distract herself, a nervous tick, but she found she rather enjoyed simply touching the other woman. She was also trying very hard not to think about what she was doing. If she let herself think about what was going on, she was going to develop some kind of complex. She had been eating Jamie out not long ago... and she wanted to do it again. That was the weird part... she wasn't into girls...<br/><br/>Or... she thought she wasn't.<br/><br/><i>Fuck, don't think about it!</i><br/><br/>"Well, any ideas?" she made herself focus on challenging Carl. That was easier to deal with. Easier to do. It was natural, normal Nadia. Challenging men to prove they weren't as big or bad as they thought they were. Jerking them down a few pegs or throwing them face first into the dirt, that's what she did to guys like Carl. She made them feel small, ground them under her heel, and then went about her way. Her strength was coming back, and Nadia began to grin tauntingly at him. "I'm willing to bet she'd pick me over you any day."<br/><br/>A thought sparked, and Nadia turned her attention to Jamie. "What do you think?" she asked, reaching up to playfully pinch at one taunt nipple, giving it a small tug before rubbing out the ache the attention likely caused. "Who do you think you would pick?" An out right challenge, him vs. her... that was something Nadia could handle. That was something she could work with.