Licorice Whips (17 page)

“I can’t do wax play on you here,” Sweet said as he made a swirly design over her stomach. “This is the closest I can get. This is the caramel you and I created. The color blends so well with your skin.”

After she caught her breath, Nikla settled her body onto the table.

The room remained quiet for a moment before Nikla felt Sweet’s finger brush above her lips. He slathered caramel around her mouth.

Nikla shook her head, then raised her hand to release the Jawbreaker. She had expected Sweet to arrest her hand to stop her. If he had, the whole idea that she had power to stop this would have been lost.

“I’m not putting the caramel on your lips. Just around them.” True to his word, he’d kept the caramel from her mouth.

Nikla smelled the buttery topping and she so wanted to take a swipe of the gooey liquid with her tongue. She swallowed and clamped her mouth shut as much as she could.

“Good, Sugar Baby.”

Sweet slowly licked the caramel from her skin, taking long, languid swipes. The sudden connection caused Nikla to draw in a sharp intake of breath. Then she settled into the masterful expression.

His skillful tongue teased her lips with playful flicks in between the long licks. The treatment had her thinking about how he could use that tongue all over her body, over her nipples that now started to feel sore from the consistent pinching, over her stomach, and down to her pussy.

She didn’t care if he got caramel in her mouth, a strange reaction considering how diligent she’d been on staying away from foods made with sugar. Sweet had been good about keeping it from her mouth. He’d listened to her. That meant more than anything. As soon as Nikla heard him moan and felt the vibration against her mouth, her juices oozed from the apex of her thighs.

She wanted every part of this man who had given her a brand new appreciation for everything decadent.

Nikla swallowed and tried catching her breath. Since he hadn’t told her what the physical equivalent of the command “green” looked like, she nodded to let him know he could continue. To show she wanted more, she held up her hand with the Jawbreaker. She had no plans of letting it go anytime soon.

She felt the warmth of Sweet’s body pulling away from her. Then he gripped the sides of her yoga pants. This time she didn’t gasp. She didn’t seem shocked. She wanted to be completely naked in front of this man, a man who just days ago she didn’t like. Now she wanted all of him.

“I’ll just remove your pants.” Sweet pulled her pants down her legs.

Without prompting, Nikla lifted her hips to help him remove her thong panties to be completely naked. To be so nude, so exposed, Nikla thought she would have been more self-conscious. She wanted to show Sweet her body. She wanted more from him.

“Spread your legs.”

Nikla didn’t hesitate. She opened her legs, allowing Sweet to see all of her. She heard some paper tearing and a bit of rattling before she felt Sweet parting her nether lips with his fingers and the sudden introduction of something sprinkled on her vagina that popped in various spots.

“Pop Rocks.” Sweet licked up one side of her labia to remove the candy pieces.

Nikla wanted to scream and moan and jerk her body. The feeling of tiny explosions occurring over her pussy made her feel like Sweet had declared war on her sex and only he could defeat the enemy.

Sweet continued licking her, using his skilled tongue in a way that she had imagined. She couldn’t tell if he swirled his tongue around her clitoris because a lot of the candy had landed there, or if he wanted to give her extra pleasure. Either way, she didn’t want him to stop.

As soon as she started gyrating her hips, Sweet stopped. Sweet torture.

“That was good.” Sweet kissed Nikla’s inner thigh. “I’ll have to remember to do that one again.”

Nikla smiled. She wanted to respond to his statement, but couldn’t.

She felt Sweet pull back from her. Her body tingled waiting for the next treatment, his next trick.

She felt something light, like a spider web, against her inner ankle that crept up to the apex of her thighs. Sweet brushed something that felt like strings against her skin. Damn, did he really have a whip with him? Had he lied to her when he said he didn’t have any true BDSM toys in there?

The item went away and, within seconds, she felt it smacking against her pussy, igniting her clitoris.

Nikla jackknifed up from the table. She heard a couple of the jellybeans roll off her arms and onto the table and floor.

“Drop the Jawbreaker if you want me to stop,” Sweet advised.

From the depths of her toes and with every fiber of her being, around the wooden spoon Nikla screamed, “Green!”

In a regular motion and with some intensity, Sweet flicked the item over her aching vagina. Nikla gripped the edge of the table with her free hand. Between the combination of the clamps on her nipples and the swatting motion, Nikla felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time from a man, an orgasm.

Her stomach tightened. Her clitoris throbbed. If she didn’t have a release soon, Nikla thought her heart would pound outside of her body. Her legs thrashed as she chomped down on the spoon. As she sat her upper body up on her elbows, she leaned her head back and took the treatment.

“Remember the rubber band on your wrist?” Sweet asked.

Nikla nodded. The chocolate coins rolled off her face, but she still kept her eyes closed.

“Concentrate on the sensation. Think about the connection to your pussy. That’s all you need to think about.”

Nikla balled her toes as she concentrated on every sensation she could feel, from the few remaining jellybeans on her arms, to the smoldering heat from the caramel on her body, to the sweet sting of this whip or flogger Sweet wielded. Nikla thought of nothing else.

Nikla screamed as she came harder than she’d ever felt before. She couldn’t remember the last time she had an orgasm without the assistance of her trusty vibrator or the fact that she had no penetration at all. Sweet had managed to lower her resistance enough to infiltrate her mind, body, and soul. She couldn’t get enough of this treatment, of this man.

The stinging hits to her pussy stopped.

“Open your mouth.”

Nikla felt a slight tugging on the spoon. She obliged his request and heard it land on the counter by the sink.

“Open your eyes. Look at me,” Sweet demanded.

With her eyes opened, Nikla struggled to regain focus as she sought out Sweet. She ignored the soreness around the corners of her mouth where the spoon had been. She kept her stare on his dark green eyes. She licked her lips and found no trace of the caramel. As she peered down, she saw he held a thin dowel with white, pink, and purple columns of rock candy at the tip, and taped around that tip had been red, thin, long licorice strings.

Yes, Nikla would never look at candy the same way again. For that matter, she would never look at Sweet Hawkes in the same way again. From the way he stared at her, he looked as though he wanted to do more than just show what he could do with some licorice and lollipops.

Chapter Twelve

Panting like a beast, Sweet picked Nikla up in his arms and carried her to another room. From a quick scan, it looked like an office. He placed her on a couch that sat next to a desk. Then Sweet turned to the desk and searched through the top drawers.

Nikla’s body tingled as she watched him. To keep from touching her now sensitive flesh, she gripped the couch. From the little bit that Sweet had done to her, he made her body feel more alive that she’d ever felt, even after doing yoga or Pilates. Nikla wanted more, craved more.

“Yes!” Sweet turned with a string of condoms in his hand.

Yes, indeed. As he made his way toward Nikla, he removed his t-shirt with one hand. His muscled chest with its light dusting of sandy hair begged to be touched, licked, and teased.

Standing in front of her, she started to undo his workout pants after pulling off the toy nipple clamps. She threw the plastic rings to the floor, careless of where they landed.

Sweet pushed down his pants and boxers, kicked off his shoes, and slid on the condom. With his cock in her face, she got to see his full length jutting from a tuft of light brown hair. It sat up long and strong with just enough width that she knew would bring her to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Sweet didn’t take her on the couch. Instead, Sweet lifted her so that her legs wrapped around his body. Then he impaled her on his cock.

The sensation of the penetration rendered her breathless for a moment. He plunged himself so deep in her that her body stiffened from the intrusion.

“Jesus H., you’re tight!” Sweet braced her back against the closest wall and thrust deep in her.

Nikla gripped his shoulders, holding onto him like she’d imagined, like she wanted. Her coiled legs around his body tightened. The caramel that covered her stomach glued their bodies together. The way he made her feel no way did she want to separate from him. Not now.

In the semi-lit office, she found his lips and devoured his mouth with a hungry kiss as he kept his thrusts even, steady, and deep.

Sweet broke from the kiss long enough to say, “Don’t come.”

Nikla blinked. “What?”

“Don’t come until I tell you. If you do, I’ll discipline you.”

Sweet cupped her ass in his strong hands as she clawed his back. The length of his impressive erection stroked her inner walls and hit her sweet spot.

Although she’d never tried not climaxing before during sex, Nikla chewed on her lower lip and embedded her fingernails into his hard skin to stave off the impending orgasm.

Her body trembled. Nikla dragged her tongue over his shoulder, tasting his salty flesh. She managed to meet him stroke for stroke by undulating her hips. She’d never experienced a connection like this during sex. Ever. His carnal need matched her own.

Nikla’s slick inner walls tightened around Sweet’s shaft. She held him closer. Her abdomen compressed like she’d done ten thousand crunches. She could deny herself no longer.

“Feel so good.” Tears stung Nikla’s eyes. “Fuck it! Spank my ass. I can’t! I can’t! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Nikla’s legs and arms constricted around Sweet’s body. She released a long, low moan that turned into a scream.

“Did you just–”

Hungrily, she kissed his mouth, the side of his face, his neck, wherever she could reach. “Don’t stop. Please. Let me come again.”

Sweet pulled out of her long enough to help her gain her footing on floor, turned her around, and had her place her hands on the wall. “Bend over.”

Just as she did so, he held onto her hip and slid the length of himself into her eager pussy.

“Yes!” Nikla brought one foot up from the floor as she clawed the wall.

After a couple of thrusts, Sweet delivered on his promise. Nikla felt a pop on her ass. She looked over her shoulder expecting to see Sweet’s hand in the air. She did see that. Then she saw he had one of those large red lollipops in his hand, paddling her with it.

Nikla smiled and faced the wall. She arched her back more to curve her ass in the air for him. When the sting subsided, she wanted another hit, another way to feel truly possessed by Sweet.

“You dropped the coins from your eyes.” Sweet paddled her again in a new spot.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You dropped the jellybeans.” He surprised her by switching sides and smacking the candy against her other cheek.

“Yes, Sir,” Nikla said a little louder this time.

“And you came not once but twice.”

Nikla smiled. “Hell, yes!”

“You like being disobedient?”

“No. Teach me.” Nikla hated to admit her friend had been right about out-of-the-box sex, but she had a point.

She never thought she would have had sex with Sweet Hawkes, a BDSM Dominant and the co-owner of a business that had had a hand in slowly drawing business from her father’s store. Nikla didn’t know which concept made her more nervous. 

She didn’t want to think about that right now. For once, Nikla liked being selfish.

“Green!”

“What do you need?” he asked in a harried breath.

“You.” She turned her head to view him. “All of you.”

Sweet gripped her hair. She felt him removing her ponytail holder to allow her hair to move freely over her head before he fisted her hair and pumped harder and faster into her channel.

“Christ. Not supposed to happen,” Sweet said between gritted teeth.

Nikla felt his legs shaking. The hold he had on her hair tightened. He pulled her head back enough to kiss her neck and lick up to her ear. He used his other hand to press against her stomach.

Some caramel remained on her skin as he traveled his hand down her body to her pussy. He slid her clit between his fingers, rubbing it until she couldn’t help but come again. Sweat covered her body as she screamed.

“Oh, my God!” Nikla’s legs buckled from under her body.

Sweet caught her and managed to pull out of her and lift her in his arms. This time he laid her on the couch and covered her body with his. He spread her legs open and eased himself in her until down to the hilt. He held himself there as he stared into her eyes.

“Mine,” he said. Sweet planted kisses over her face, nose, chin, and eyes.

The almost delicate treatment seemed contrary to the man who had just whipped and spanked her. Nikla didn’t question it. She wrapped her legs around his waist and reveled in him.

Sweet cupped her breast. He lowered his head and licked her nipple. His skilled tongue made her body jerk with each pass, like an electric current existed on the tip of his tongue.

She shouldn’t have wanted this, wanted Sweet. After almost a year of really bad sex, Nikla earned the right to have an orgasm or two from a really hot guy.

Nikla arched her back. She ran her fingers through his thick hair, liking the way his soft hair tickled the pads of her fingers.

Before moving over to her other breast, he said again, “Mine.”

Sweet licked her other nipple, sucking it into his mouth and grazing the hardened pebble with his teeth.