Licorice Whips (16 page)

“Where do you fit in?” Nikla asked.

Sweet circled the table and stood behind her head. She drummed her fingers against the table until he spoke. When she felt his warm breath over the side of her face, she knew he had knelt down beside her head.

“I enjoy the reaction. When I get the response I seek, no matter how intense, I get a rush.”

Nikla swallowed. She stared up to see if Sweet would stand directly over her head. He did for a moment before he moved off to the side of her. Without a word or permission, Sweet started undoing her wraparound sweater.

As an automatic response, she held his hands to stop him. Sweet stared into her eyes. In the silence of the kitchen, only the hum of the enormous refrigerator as the background noise, he shared a whole dialogue with her.

Deep down she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. He would push her. Sweet had been pushing her all night, getting her to confess her feelings about her parents. She hadn’t shared that information with Deana.

Sweet also shared a side of himself that she suspected he hadn’t shown a lot of people. While he cooked, he became vulnerable. He allowed her inside of a world that he felt the most comfortable.

Nikla returned her hands to their position next to her body and allowed him to open her sweater. Then he placed his hand on her chest between her breasts.

“Breathe.”

Until he made that command, Nikla hadn’t realized that she’d stopped breathing until Sweet made his next move. To prove to him that she had heard him, she took in a deep breath, arching her back in the process, then exhaled.

“Good. Another part of playing is the names.” He moved back to her head. “I’ve asked you to call me Master Sweet or Sir. Conversely, you get a name, too.”

Nikla started to open her mouth to argue to keep her unique name until Sweet cut her off.

“In keeping with the candy theme, I think I’ll call you Sugar Baby.”

She glared at him. “Why is that?”

Sweet reached for something in the basket he’d brought. “I have a feeling you’re going to be very sweet.” He removed a large blue cup. “Close your eyes.”

Again, she stared at him with suspicion before complying.

“People imagine that to control someone, it takes brute strength and force. Not true.”

At that moment, Nikla felt something light on her eyelids. From the sensation she felt under her eyebrows and below her eyes, the item seemed to be circular.

“Keep your eyes closed and keep those chocolate coins on your lids, understand?” Sweet instructed.

Unable to nod or move her head, Nikla smiled before she answered. “Yes, Sir.”

It took all of her strength for Nikla not to knock the candies from her face. She wanted to watch Sweet, see his every move. Right now he had her set up to experience something delicious. Her heart started to race just thinking about his next move.

“Normally, I would start with some light sensations like this.”

Nikla braced for what Sweet considered as light. It didn’t take long for her to feel something tickling the bottoms of her feet. She flinched at first, jiggling the coins on her eyes, then settled into the sensation.

Sweet moved the item from her heel to her sole and over each toe. “How’s that feel, Sugar Baby?”

“Mmm, good.”

“Now would be a good time to tell you about the safe words.”

Nikla’s smile slipped down her face. “Safe words?”

“Yes. If I do something you like, you should say ‘green.’ That tells me I can keep going.”

Nikla didn’t say anything. She would have thought saying she liked something would have given him the green light to keep going. She had to respect his lifestyle and the rules within it.

Sweet continued. “If you like what I’m doing but it’s getting to be intense, I want you to say ‘yellow,’ understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Sweet moved the fluffy item up her ankle to her knee where her yoga pants stopped. Then he moved down her other leg. “And if what I’m doing is too much for you to handle, you say ‘red’ and I’ll stop.”

“So if you hurt me—”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“—if you do, I can say ‘red’ and you’ll stop.”

“Yes.”

Nikla relaxed a bit, knowing that she now had an out just in case things got out of hand.

She felt Sweet’s hand on her bare belly before she felt the soft item he’d been using caressing it.

“What is that?” she finally asked.

“I’ve given you a lot of leeway just now, but I was very clear when I said you cannot talk unless given permission.”

The harshness of his tone grabbed her attention. Nikla had to know.

“Sir, may I speak?” She swallowed as she awaited his answer.

“Speak.” Sweet continued feathering the item over her skin.

The tickling sensation almost had her forgetting her question. “What is that? Tell me, please.”

“Do you really want to know? Can’t you just enjoy the feeling?” He swept the item up her arm, over her chest and down the other arm.

“I want to know just in case I want to do this to myself at home.”

That got a big laugh out of Sweet. Nikla wished her eyes could have been open for that. Since encountering Sweet, she had yet to see him smile or show happiness of any kind. It made her wonder if his chosen lifestyle made him so surly or if someone had broken his heart.

Sweet ran the item over Nikla’s face. “Smell.”

Nikla took in a deep breath. She immediately smelled something sweet and sugary yet felt soft. She turned her face slightly to the left and right to experience more of the sensation.

“It’s cotton candy.”

Nikla smiled. “Wow. I thought it was a feather.”

“That’s the idea. I can make anything kinky.”

And sexy. She imagined him running a fluffy pink ball over her skin. Had she been sweating, the sugar would have melted on her. If it had melted, would Sweet lick it from her body?

She balled her toes, and her belly compressed into a knot. As soon as she felt her clit twitch, she exhaled.

Nikla started to like the mystery as well as the fun of using unconventional items on her. Justin would have never thought outside the box like this.

When Sweet ran the candy over her lips Nikla flinched, nearly knocking the coins from her eyes.

“Don’t put the sugar near my mouth. Please.” She started to raise her hand, but Sweet arrested the motion and brought her arm back down to her side.

“Why?” he asked.

She still felt his heat next to her body so she knew he hadn’t gone anywhere. “I don’t eat sugar or anything–”

“Sweet?”

Nikla didn’t answer. She balled her hands into fists. “You wouldn’t understand.”

She felt him hold onto her arm and brush his thumb over her skin. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. You asked me not to do it so I won’t.”

Nikla breathed a sigh of relief. She started to like this BDSM thing if following and making requests summed up the activities.

“I’d like to see your breasts.”

The whispered request in her ear sent a shiver down Nikla’s body. One side of her brain screamed for her to let this man see all of her. The other side, the sensible, business-minded side reminded her that this man competed for a coveted spot in downtown Virginia Beach.

Sweet also epitomized the type of man she wanted, needed. Her pussy ached for his cock. Without a second thought, Nikla sat up while keeping her head back to prevent the coins from falling off her eyes.

Suddenly she felt some assistance in removing her sweater. Sweet helped pull one sleeve off, then allowed her to settle before pulling off the other sleeve. He took the garment from her hand. Then she pulled her sports bra over her head with such care and precision that the chocolates covering her eyes never moved. Sweet removed that item from her hand as well as she lowered herself back down to the table.

“Why am I doing this?” She balled her hands into fists. “Tell me why I’m doing this? Please.”

Sweet didn’t answer verbally. He continued brushing the cotton candy over her skin as though telling her that she removed her clothes because she liked the feeling. Without saying a word, he simplified her reasoning.

Nikla remained still, shocked at her brazen behavior. No way Deana could say she took the safe route with Sweet. He had her topless in the middle of his kitchen and using candies over her body. Her nipples hardened at the thought of what Sweet would do to her.

“Nice,” he whispered.

She felt a large hand cupping her breast. Nikla sucked air between her teeth at the connection. With that one touch, Sweet possessed her entire body.

Sweet’s large thumb circled her nipple. “Normally I would use a nipple clamp on big, firm nipples like these. Instead, I’ll use these.”

Nikla so wanted to see what Sweet had in his hand. She swallowed hard as she waited for his next step. She’d heard the crackling of a wrapper then a slight pinch to one nipple. The pinching didn’t hurt. The pressure remained constant.

After the first one had been affixed to her, Sweet attached a second item to her other breast.

“How do you feel?” he asked her.

“Green.” Nikla smiled at her use of the safe word.

“Good.”

“What do you have on them?” She fought the urge to reach up and touch the items. She had to trust Sweet.

True to his word, he hadn’t hurt her. “Do you remember ring pops, the lollipops on rings?”

Nikla smiled and laughed a little. “Chocolate coins, cotton candy, ring pops. I will never look at candy the same way again.”

“And I’m not done yet. But first…”

Nikla heard a pause before he continued speaking.

“Open your mouth.”

Hesitating for a moment, Nikla thought of all the items Sweet could have put in her open mouth. Candy? Alcohol? His cock?

At the thought of the last item, she parted her lips and waited. Nikla felt something thin, wooden and hard going across her mouth.

“Bite,” Sweet said.

Nikla bit down on something that felt like a stick.

“This wooden spoon should keep you quiet. Try and talk again, and I’ll punish you.”

Nikla wanted to ask how he would punish her, but with the spoon in place, she could only grunt. She heard him rustling around behind her, probably retrieving something else from his basket of tricks.

“Open your hand.” Sweet tapped her left hand.

Considering he’d asked her to open her mouth and he didn’t do anything salacious to it, Nikla felt comfortable opening her hand. She splayed her fingers and waited. She felt something hard and round in her palm. Had he given her a croquet ball?

“A Jawbreaker,” he said as though she’d asked the question out loud. “If the session gets to be too much, since you can’t talk, I want you to drop it to signal me to stop, understand?”

Nikla nodded.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your skin is?” he asked.

Before Nikla could answer, she felt something light touch her shoulder. Whatever item Sweet had placed there remained, then she felt another item placed a couple of inches below that.

Nikla turned her head in the direction of where Sweet worked.

“Your skin tone reminds me of the caramel we just made. So smooth and rich.” Sweet placed what felt like pebbles down one arm then the other, then he put one in her navel. “Don’t move. I’ve placed jellybeans over your body. If you move and knock any of them off, I’ll have to punish you.”

Sweet made it very clear that he controlled this environment. With his second promise to discipline her, Nikla wondered what he would do. Would this man spank her or whip her like she’d seen in movies?

In her head, Nikla laughed. Whip her? With what? They were in a candy store. So far he’d used nothing but candies on her. He had been true to his word so far. No pain.

“You want to know how I would punish you?” Sweet continued covering her with jellybeans.

Nikla nodded. She bore her teeth down on the spoon as she waited for him to respond.

“I would spank you. Old fashion. Right over the knee.”

Nikla smiled as much as she could with the spoon in her mouth, hoping Sweet would soon laugh to show he had been kidding. When he didn’t, she stopped smiling.

She started to ball her free hand into a fist again and felt one of the jellybeans by her wrist start to move. She made sure to leave her hands motionless on the table.

Nikla couldn’t imagine a rational, grown woman would subject herself to being treated like a child, to have all responsibilities taken away and have her life boiled down to just doing what she was told and being a good girl.

As that idea rolled in her head, Nikla’s breathing slowed. Her true happiness had been when life had been simple, when someone told her what to do, what to wear, what to eat, how to be.

God, did she really want this life? Could she be subservient? More importantly, could she be happy that way?

Sweet put his hand on the bare skin under Nikla’s breasts and above her navel.

She grunted, then nodded.

“Are you trying to talk again?”

She shook her head. If Nikla could have answered with a definitive “No, Sir” she would have.

Nikla felt a slight tug on one of the ring pops. It pulled on her nipple but didn’t detach from it. The sensation caused her to arch her back slightly, careful not to jostle the beans or coins.

Funny how these small items now ruled her being right now. Her only job, her only responsibility had been to keep her body still. She had to remain silent. She had to keep her eyes closed. She had to be the guardian of the jellybean soldiers lining her body. The simplicity of that comforted her.

She felt him let go of the ring and heard him moving around the kitchen. She heard what sounded like a jar being placed on the counter. Then she heard something pouring into it. What did Sweet have in mind for her now?

Nikla heard his footfalls come back toward her. She heard a metal on metal scraping sound, Sweet blowing on something, then a warm sensation hitting her stomach.

Nikla jerked. She released a scream around the spoon in her mouth while keeping her jaw clenched.

She didn’t care if she knocked any of the candies from her body. She hadn’t expected to feel something hot and searing touch her skin.