Licorice Whips (23 page)

Sweet opened a drawer and pulled a box from it. He opened it and pulled out something that looked like a silver egg. He outfitted it with a couple of batteries, then he twisted it.

Nikla heard the distinctive buzzing right away. It reminded her of her trusty vibrator.

When Sweet turned around, she saw him holding the egg. He approached her. Once he stood next to her, he fisted her hair.

Nikla could deal with her sore scalp as long as Sweet kept playing with her.

“Open your legs.”

With her ankles bound, Nikla opened her legs as much as she could and squatted down to give Sweet room to work. He brought his hand down and slipped the battery-operated device over her protruding clit.

Nikla squeezed her eyes shut. The vibration shook her body, but in particular, her clitoris.

“Use your fucking safe words now,” Sweet demanded.

“Green. Green, Sir.” Nikla kept her eyes closed as she gyrated her hips over the naughty egg.

Sweet tortured her by circling the device over her sensitive nub until Nikla thought she would come. Knowing Sweet, he wouldn’t want her to come yet. When he slipped the device inside of her, she nearly broke.

“Yellow!” Nikla tried clamping her legs together to get the vibrating toy inside of her.

“You don’t like it, Sugar Baby?”

Nikla, still with her eyes closed, heard Sweet moving away from her. “I love it. I love it, Sir.”

“Why did you say ‘yellow’? You want me to slow it down?”

She heard his voice closer to her again. Nikla nodded, then remembered Sweet’s demands. “Yes. I want to come so badly right now.”

“And you know I don’t want you coming yet, right?” His voice dipped down lower.

“Yes, Sir.”

Sweet started drumming the thin canes over her arms, down to her breasts, and over her stomach. He did nothing to adjust the speed or intensity of the silver egg still lodged in her pussy.

Sweet’s tapping migrated down to her thighs again. When he reached her vagina, he used one cane and gave her a swift swat against her throbbing clit.

The sensation left her feeling like something exploded behind her eyes. In well-spaced out hits, Sweet continued hitting her clit with the thin cane until Nikla felt her stomach tighten. Her knees trembled. She knew he had to have seen the happy tears running down her eyes and over her cheeks.

“Green! Green!”

“Don’t come.”

Before Sweet could get out the order, Nikla felt her body constrict as the orgasm took over her. She held her breath as every muscle tensed. When she felt Sweet reach between her legs and pinch her clit, she couldn’t hold back the scream.

“Sir,” she said on an exhale. “Sir. Sir. Master Sweet.”

Sweet approached her. “What is it?”

“Closer.” When Nikla felt his face next to hers, she said, “Fuck me. Please.”

This time when Sweet growled, Nikla didn’t feel his sexual frustration like she had experienced. He sounded more frustrated than anything else. Didn’t he know what he’d just done to her, how that made her feel?

Sweet removed the toy and threw it on the counter. Nikla released a long exhale and leaned her face against one of her outstretched arms.

“I’m going to let you be alone for a bit. I’ll be right back.” He squeezed, then patted her backside.

Damn. Nikla didn’t want Sweet to go. She definitely didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts. She just hoped that Sweet didn’t leave so he could figure out how to stop this arrangement altogether.

Chapter Sixteen

Sweet nearly ran to the bar area. This time he needed an ice water for himself. He wanted to fuck Nikla. He had been imagining it while he disciplined her. He had only been halfway through the scene when she broke it by coming then begging to be fucked.

“Damn!” Sweet downed the water and demanded another. He needed something to douse his overheated nature.

Sweet felt a hand on his shoulder. Hoping Leaf hadn’t made a return trip, he slowed in responding. After finishing his second water, he pivoted and found someone else he didn’t want to talk to right now.

“Hawk. Aren’t you here with Song Sparrow?” Sweet started to walk back to his play room.

“I was watching you on camera.” Masaun followed him. “Your form looked good. Looks like you’re back in the swing of things, so to speak.”

“Don’t you have better things to do than–”

“Watch out for my baby brother? No. Besides Kindle, you’re the most important thing in my life.” Masaun put his hand on Sweet’s back and guided him to another room.

Sweet knew exactly where he had him going. Masaun opened the door to the security office and ushered him inside.

“I don’t have time for this. I have a submissive to get back to.” Sweet searched the cameras and stopped when he spotted Nikla still bound to the cross alone.

He hadn’t meant to leave her by herself. He wanted to cradle her in his arms and do the aftercare that she deserved. He couldn’t do that with still feeling like he wanted to take her sexually.

“The audio is incredible in this security feed.” Masaun strolled in front of the wall of video screens showing off scenes of men dominating women, women making men submit, and unsure people strolling around the premises. The gawkers pissed Sweet off the most.

“Is she the same one from the other day?” Masaun asked.

“What do you mean?” Sweet shrugged but he knew what Masaun meant.

“Don’t be cute.” His brother stood in front of him, nose to nose. “Is that the one you fucked in the office?”

Sweet waited a beat before he answered. “I thought you were happy I had moved on. Isn’t that what you told me? Glad to see you getting over Melinda.”

Masaun shook his head. “I don’t want to see you get hurt again and spiral down even further.”

“What if she’s the one?”

Masaun sighed. “You wouldn’t ask me that question if she was.” He moved in closer to Sweet so that the other staff in the office reviewing the monitors wouldn’t hear him. “Does she know your real name?”

Sweet blinked.

“If she doesn’t, I don’t think she’ll last.”

“Fuck you.” Sweet stormed out of the office and headed back to Nikla, his Sugar Baby.

He hadn’t shared his real name with Melinda either until she needed to know it. That meant nothing to him. Masaun had no right to even bring that up. Sweet couldn’t help but think that he had a point. Hell, when he saw Masaun coming down the hall when Sweet had been with Nikla earlier, he took her to the meeting room to get her out of view.

Masaun still didn’t know the woman who had kept Sweet awake at night and consumed his thoughts during the day had been the lone protester.

If Masaun had met her and saw her passion, he would understand how Sweet could be so enamored with her.

Before Sweet got back into the room, he spotted a woman coming down the hall. Wearing a see-through lace nightie and nothing else, Sweet had to applaud the zaftig woman for wearing an outfit like that. Once he got to the doorway, he recognized her.

“Leaf? What are you doing here?” he asked as he blocked the doorway with his body.

“I liked what we did before. I wanted to try it again.” She moved closer to him. “I was hoping I would see you here.”

Sweet maintained his spot and glared at Leaf. “I’m here with someone else.”

Leaf shrank back. “Oh. Lucky woman.” She shrugged. “My loss.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a Dom who you can connect with.” He took a step back into the room to signal that he wanted the conversation to end.

“Yeah. I don’t know if anyone else can whip me like you did. It was great. You made me feel special.”

Sweet heard some rustling behind him before he heard the panic clips engage. Damn.

“Have fun tonight.” Sweet turned his back on Leaf and concentrated on Nikla, who now had herself down from the cross. “I didn’t tell you to get down.”

Nikla removed the cuffs from her wrists and threw them on the floor. “You said I decide. I choose. I’m ready to go home now. I need my coat.” She took off the mask and tossed it aside as well.

“I’ve been in the Lifestyle a long, long time. You don’t think you’re the only one I’ve played with, do you?”

Nikla slipped on her panties, then put on her bra. “Of course not. To hear that after what happened to me tonight, it made it feel less special, like I was part of some big assembly line of submissives you’ve trained in the past. I felt used.” She shook her head. “I never want to feel that way. Ever.” She started to go by him and Sweet stopped her.

“Wait.”

“Just let me by. I’ll find my coat.”

“Hey!” Sweet didn’t want to raise his voice, but he had to get this stubborn woman to stop.

Nikla halted her movements and gazed up at him.

“When I play with someone, I try to make them feel special. Right now, you’re the only one I’m playing with. I’d like to keep it that way.”

Nikla regarded him for a moment like she wanted to believe him.

“Wait here. I’ll get your coat and we’ll go.” Sweet turned her head back so that she could look him in his eyes. “You have nothing to feel jealous about.”

She chuckled and took a step back from him. “My last boyfriend cheated on me. I know we’re not dating. Hell, I don’t know what it is that we’re doing, which scares me to death. But if you’re interested in playing or disciplining or whatever it is you call it with anyone else, tell me now so that I don’t go in this head first and break my neck. I’m tired of putting myself out there. I’m just so tired.”

Nikla put her hand to her bowed head.

Sweet helped her to the chair and sat her down. He picked up the water she’d brought to the room and placed it in both of her hands. “Drink this. Don’t move. I’ll get your coat and we’ll go.”

Nikla nodded and took a sip of the water. As Sweet stormed down the hallway, anger built inside of him. What kind of idiot would cheat on a woman so sexy, so passionate as Nikla? He wanted to find that guy and wring his fucking neck. Then again, he had to thank the asshole because if he hadn’t fucked up, Sweet wouldn’t be with Nikla now.

Sweet grabbed Nikla’s coat from behind the bar area. He dropped another hundred in Juicy’s tip jar to keep the surly woman happy. Then he headed back to the room. When he got there, he found Nikla sitting up and looking more serene than when he’d left her.

“Sorry for freaking out on you earlier.” She stood.

Sweet helped her on with her coat. “Come on. Let me take you home.”

With his hand on the small of her back, he walked her out of the club and to his truck. Once he got her inside and helped her with her seatbelt, he jumped in on the driver’s side, and drove her home.

Nikla remained eerily quiet the entire ride back. The silence made Sweet wonder what went through her head. Was she now second guessing this arrangement? Did she want to stop training as a submissive?

When Sweet got to her apartment, he parked his truck and got out. When he got to Nikla’s side, he opened her door. Instead of letting her walk out of the truck, he picked her up in his arms.

“Sweet! What are you doing? I can walk.”

Sweet kicked the door closed with his foot and carried her to her door. “Yeah. And I can carry you.” When he got to her front door, he told her to unlock it.

Nikla did. When he got her inside, he continued holding her as she disabled her alarm and locked the door.

Sweet carried his precious parcel to the living room. There he sat on the couch with her in his arms. With one arm still around her shoulders, he used his free hand to remove her shoes. He would leave her coat on for now. With that off, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

“This should have happened at the club.” Sweet smoothed his hand over her soft hair. “This is called aftercare. After discipline, the Dom or Domme will talk to the person or people who have been disciplined and discuss the scene.”

“You think I need to be talked down from the ledge?” Nikla smiled.

“In a way. Sometimes it’s not all about the sub or slave. Sometimes the Dom needs to know he’s not strange for doing what he’s done.” He stared at her for a moment. “I would never cheat on you.”

Nikla broke the stare. “I shouldn’t have told you that.”

“Yes, you should have. It gives me some insight into what I should do with you.” He started to undo her coat.

“What do you mean by that?” Nikla glanced at his hand that busied itself unbuttoning her coat.

“You wouldn’t respond well if I brought in another sub to play with you.”

She screwed up her face. “You would play with two women at one time?”

“I’ve done it before. It’s challenging, but it can be fun.” Sweet opened her coat and exposed her fit body. He cupped her tit, barely hidden underneath her transparent bra. “You shouldn’t have asked me to fuck you back at the club.” He connected his stare to hers.

“Why? It was how I was feeling.” Nikla put her hand over his. “Shouldn’t I always tell you the truth?”

“Yes.” He liked her honesty. Sweet liked a lot of things about her including her drive to get the space he wanted. It showed that she had her own passions.

“What are we doing?” Nikla asked.

“I’m making sure that after our session that you’re okay. How do you feel?”

She wriggled up so that she could sit up on his lap instead of being in a reclined position. “Like you said, I feel spent, tired but energized. I feel like I just did a marathon.” She glanced down at her thighs and smiled.

When Sweet peered down at her long legs, he caught what Nikla saw. Red streaks marked her shapely legs.

She rubbed her thighs. “They’re still hot.” Then she looked at him. “You scare me.”

A wave of disappointment washed over him. “I told you I would never hurt you.”

Nikla shook her head. “I don’t mean that. Ever since I met you, when you said I had no heart, I can’t get you out of my head.”

“I didn’t mean that whole heart thing.”

“No. It’s okay. If the situation were reversed, I would have said and done the same thing. What scares me about you is that I want you so badly. I feel with you I have left myself open and raw. No matter what I’m wearing or what I’m doing, I always feel you can see right through me. What scares me is that I like it. What really frightens me is that I love the sex just as much as the other stuff.” She put her hand over her eyes. “What’s wrong with me?”