Licorice Whips

Licorice Whips

Bridget Midway

Published by Phaze Books

By Bridget Midway

Adam and E-V-E

C-A-I-N and A-B-L-E

Walls

Fascination Street

Corporate Seduction

Corporate Needs

Corporate Desires

Original Sin

Love My Way

Sodom and Gomorrah

Suburbia

This is an explicit and erotic novel

intended for the enjoyment

of adult readers. Please keep

out of the hands of children.

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Licorice Whips

Copyright © 2013 by Bridget Midway

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

Edited by Kathryn Lively

Cover Art © 2013 by Fiona Jayde

First Edition October 2013

eBook ISBN-13: 978-1-60659-760-6

Trade Paperback ISBN: 978-1-60659-761-3

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Dedication

First and foremost, thank you to the Bridget Midway readers who have been asking me to write a full-length BDSM novel since
Corporate Needs
. I sincerely hope
Licorice Whips
is worth the wait.

To Yvette Hines, who with her million and one things going on (no exaggeration), she agreed to expand her story to a full-length novel and launch it at an in-person event we’re calling “Wrapped Up: A Corseted Event with Bridget Midway and Yvette Hines.” Thank you so much for being a great friend.

To Dawn Carrington, former Whispers Publishing publisher, who had the idea of writing stories around a candy shop. Thanks for the inspiration and the support.

Thank you to the Dan Reitz, Kathryn Lively, Skyla Dawn Cameron and the rest of the Phaze family who seemed like they moved Heaven and earth to get this novel ready and in print by the time of my event. Phaze rocks!

A big thank-you to Mistress Dama de Noche, into and the whole Virginia Dommes and male submissives group in the Tidewater area of Virginia. As always, I hope I don’t let you down with anything I’ve written. You all inspire me more than you know.

To The Jimmy, my soul mate and true love. Thank you for giving me my space and allowing me to write like a mad woman, which meant that sometimes you didn’t get dinner or get to go out to see a movie. I recognize your sacrifice to be with a writer. I am bound to you in more ways than one. I love you.

Chapter One

Sweet Hawkes stalked through the aisles of his Decadent Treats candy store, probably looking harder than he should considering the sweet treats he and his brother sold.

Sweet’s brother, Masaun, had always told Sweet he needed to lighten up his heavy-handed attitude.

“We own a candy shop, for God’s sake,” Masaun would say. “Act like you like it.”

Sweet didn’t want to put on any fronts. Although he loved their business, he found very little to smile about lately. He had to stop mixing his personal drama into his professional successes. Just like he had to stop thinking that playing with someone in a dungeon meant that she would pledge her allegiance to him.

Sweet would have to fill that empty pit inside himself with more work. He used to love seeing the initial reaction to anything: the first taste of a luscious treat, the first sexual encounter with a woman, the first gasp from experiencing the stinging tip of his whip. Those primary responses became his drug of choice.

The sugary scent of candy wafted in the air. Aromas of cherry, grape, and chocolate tickled his nose and senses. To Sweet, it smelled like money...and power. No one would be able to understand that feeling but him.

The rows and columns of candy reminded him of Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory and an amusement park all rolled in one. Light pop music played throughout the store.

God bless Katy Perry and her candy outfits. Thanks to her, teenage girls bought large lollipops and cotton candy to make Halloween outfits to look like the pop princess. If people knew what he could do with his confections, they wouldn’t allow their children to step into the store again.

The looks he got from many of the female patrons as he walked down the aisles didn’t escape his notice. He couldn’t forget that he and Masaun had a business to run. With enough work, he would eventually forget his past and last heartbreak.

“Did you read the article about them?” a young woman whispered to her friend.

Sweet pretended not to hear her, but from her low tone and suspicious glance in his direction, she managed to catch his attention.

“He and his brother are part of that place down at the beach. You know. The Playground or The Schoolyard or something like that.”

Unafraid of his association with the whispered establishment or the things he’d done in there, Sweet stopped, strolled over to the women with a scowl, and said, “The place is called The Dollhouse. It is a dungeon.” He split his attention between the two of them. 

The two women stared at him with their mouths gaped open. The one with curly strawberry blonde hair seemed frozen in her spot. While the other, an African-American woman in a matronly flowered dress that seemed to conflict with her youthful face, covered her mouth and split her attention between her mouthy friend and Sweet.

“If either of you want to know what really happens behind that red door, I’d be more than happy to take you there.” Sweet stared at the two women. “What? No takers?” He tsked. “My loss.”

He continued toward the office, which sat behind the kitchen area. Ever since the news broke about Masaun, his district attorney fiancée, and Sweet’s involvement in BDSM, the whispers started around him. Although he didn’t care for the clucking tongues, he wanted to control his public image.

He’d been begging Masaun for years to come clean about their proclivities. Masaun being Masaun, the safe, by-the-book one, wanted to keep that part of their lives quiet.

“No one needs to know about our private lives,” Masaun used to say.

Now it seemed everyone knew. To Sweet’s surprise, the news had increased their business. Sweet assumed people came there now to ogle at the freak brothers. The thought of that boiled his blood.

Sweet glanced down at a row of chocolates in the front case. Before he could even weaken himself to reach for one of the pieces to ease his nerves, he continued to the kitchen area. Baking relaxed him. Playing at The Dollhouse used to take away his frustrations. 

Before stopping at the kitchen, Sweet continued to the office. As he opened the door, he said, “Hey, we could use a hand out here.”

Sweet caught Masaun sitting behind his desk with Masaun’s fiancée on his lap. Sweet had a feeling that had he come just five minutes later, he would have seen a lot more than just his brother with his hand up Kindle Langston’s top.

“Whoa!” Sweet turned his back on the scene, not to give them privacy. He didn’t want them to see the anger on his face.

Sweet never thought that his business-minded, square older brother would be this risqué. Had Sweet been caught doing the exact same thing, Masaun would have never let him live it down.

“Hell, don’t you knock?” Masaun damn near growled the question.

“At my own business in my office? No.” Sweet turned around and walked inside.

At this point, Kindle had her shirt tucked back into her skirt. Her coffee-colored smooth skin hid her obvious embarrassment. Her panting breath couldn’t disguise the steamy activity that had occurred just moments before.

“How are you doing, Kindle?” Sweet kissed her cheek.

“Fine. I was just–”

Sweet held up his hand. “No explanation necessary. I get it.” He split his attention between her and his brother. “Young love.” He stared at his brother. “Well, maybe young-
ish
love.”

Masaun picked up a notepad and threw it at Sweet. Expecting the reaction, Sweet managed to catch the bound pad of paper and toss it back to his brother.

“I’m just going to freshen up a little before I go back to the office. I still have so much stuff to pack up before my last day.” Kindle kissed Masaun.

Sweet felt a ripple tickle the back of his neck when he saw the expression. Although he loved that his brother found happiness with a woman who matched him in every way, Sweet knew a relationship like that wouldn’t work for him. Nothing lasted beyond the spark.

Kindle ducked into their private bathroom and closed the door. As soon as the latch clicked, Masaun wasted no time in lighting into Sweet.

“You know with me and Kindle together, some things are going to have to change around here.” Masaun ran his fingers through his dark, wavy hair.

“You’re right. I think you should have more sex in the office.”

The glare from his brother’s green eyes didn’t scare Sweet. Although he had a darker side, Masaun looked too conservative to be considered menacing. The illusion definitely helped him in the BDSM world.

Sweet sat on the couch next to the desk. “By the way, you need to put your dick in your pants before Connie or Hanson come in here.”

“Asshole.” Masaun twirled the swivel chair so that his back faced Sweet.

Sweet watched him squirming in his chair before he returned his attention to him.

“You’re in here because you wanted something, right?”

Sweet blinked. “I need a reason to come into the office? Last time I checked, I’m still part owner of this establishment.”

Masaun released a long sigh. “Didn’t mean it that way. Usually you don’t come back to the office until the end of the day.”