Licorice Whips (26 page)

In Japanese, he spoke to him. The young woman must have understood what Sweet had said. She smiled and glanced at Nikla.

Sweet turned to Nikla. He reached behind her and undid her bra. With that off, he stared at her body. “Is there a backbend move you do in yoga?”

Nikla felt her eyebrows drawing together. “Yes.”

“Do it.”

Nikla took a couple of steps back into a free space area. She bent backward until her hands touched the floor.

“And can you raise one leg in the air?” Sweet asked.

Without verbally answering, Nikla raised one leg straight into the air.

“That.” Sweet pointed to Nikla as he spoke to Wasabi. “I want that captured.”

Wasabi nodded.

Sweet helped right Nikla. Once upright, he gave Nikla a kiss. “Have fun. They’ll take good care of you. I will be right over there.” He pointed to his open kitchen area.

Nikla walked toward the duo. Wasabi pointed to the floor.

“The Master wants you standing right here,” Nori said without a hint of an accent.

Nikla obliged, directly underneath the eyebolt in the ceiling. As she remained still, Master Wasabi arranged his ropes. He placed them next to Nikla. Occasionally he would hold a few of them up from the ceiling to her like he wanted to make sure he would have enough rope.

After a few minutes, he touched her, wrapping a thick rope around her midsection. Standing on a chair, he slipped the rope through the hook attached to the ceiling. The thin older man surprised Nikla by hoisting her body off the floor in a couple of strong tugs. He secured the rope to an exposed pipe jutting from the floor.

As Nikla hung from the ceiling, both Wasabi and Nori worked on her, wrapping ropes around Nikla’s body, from her arms, to her breasts, to her legs. Wasabi stood on a chair again and drew her leg up in the air.

Nikla straightened it, knowing how much Sweet would have liked that. The fact that Sweet liked any of this didn’t strike her as odd, mainly because Nikla wanted to do this to please him.

After about fifteen minutes, Wasabi seemed to be done. He muttered something under his breath as he gathered his belongings. Nori stood beside Nikla’s head and combed her fingers down through Nikla’s hair.

Nikla stared at the woman who looked like she started to bring her head down toward Nikla’s face.

Wasabi barked an order and snapped the woman out of her pursuit. Nori sighed and winked at Nikla.

Sweet walked the duo to the door, then came over to Nikla. “I wish you could see what I see. You look amazing.” He strolled around her. “You look like a dancer in flight. So elegant.”

“Take my picture.” Nikla looked at Sweet. “I want to see what you see.”

Sweet went into the kitchen and retrieved a camera from the drawer. “I don’t want you thinking that I would take your picture with my phone and show it off anywhere or post it online.” He aimed the camera at her and took a shot.

Sweet repositioned his body, taking another picture that he aimed at her vagina. With each picture she felt his admiration of her.

Nikla felt the rope that held her up move and suddenly she started lowering to the floor. “No. Just a little longer.”

“I appreciate your newfound enthusiasm for shibari. But at a certain point it gets dangerous to keep you tied up and upside down like this.” Sweet held her back as he continued lowering her.

Freed from being hung from overhead, he carried her to his bedroom and placed her on his bed. With careful precision, he removed the ropes from around her body.

“Are you able to do this?” Nikla asked as she remained still.

“Not this elaborately. I can do simple rope bondage.” Sweet removed the last of the ropes from her body. “I’ll get these back to him.” He started to massage Nikla’s body.

“No!” She jumped up. “Not yet.” She padded to the bathroom and turned on the lights.

The full-length mirror offered her a great view of the rope indentions left over her body. Tracks of them ran over her breasts and arms and stomach. She ran her fingers over where her skin dipped in thanks to the ropes.

Whereas others may have found her disfigured and scarred, Nikla loved it. She turned her back to the mirror and saw the same track marks over her ass and back.

Sweet walked into the bathroom. “What do you think?”

She looked at him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. “I know I’m not supposed to ask this, but I really want to feel you inside of me now.”

Sweet held her waist. “We eat first.” His hands coasted down to her ass. “And then...” He trailed off. A growl rumbled in his chest.

Nikla sat on the counter and pulled Sweet in closer with her legs. “Are you sure?” She reached for his jeans, but Sweet captured her hands.

“I’m sure that keeping you waiting will make the experience even better.” He helped her from the counter. “By the way, I love the way you look in and out of rope.” His hands trailed over her body where the rope had been.

The feeling gave her a tickling sensation that made her wet. She held his hand and placed it over her mound. “Please.” She stared into his eyes. “Please.”

Nikla brushed her clitoris over the palm of his hand. She didn’t want or expect him to pull away.

“Come here.” Sweet held her hand and led her to the dining room. He sat down in a chair at the table. “Come across my lap.”

“What?”

“Punishment. Over my knee.” He patted his lap. “Now.”

Nikla obliged him, lying across his muscled thighs. She held onto his ankle with one hand and braced her other hand on the floor.

“Ten hits,” Sweet said. “I want you to count them out.” When Sweet administered the first hit, everything in Nikla’s body shook.

“One.” She gripped his ankle tighter.

The spanks after that became progressively harder. Dutifully, Nikla continued counting them, afraid to disappoint Sweet. 

This spanking didn’t resemble the spanking he’d given her when they’d had sex. It truly felt like a punishment. It didn’t help that Sweet talked her through it.

“If you want to be a submissive, you’re going to have to learn to listen and obey.” He gave her another hit on her other cheek. “Do you want to be a submissive?”

“Seven. Yes,” Nikla shouted.

“Why?”

Nikla’s answer choked in her throat. She tightened her grip on his leg.

“Tell me.”

She gritted her teeth before answering. “I want to just be. No worries. Keep it simple.” Nikla released a grunt. “Eight! I want you to tell me what to do.” She craned her head up to look at him. “I want you.”

Sweet gave her two more spanks before he turned her over and placed her on his lap. The hug he gave her let her know that he must have felt the same way.

“You’re so special.” Sweet repeated that until Nikla’s panting breath subsided.

She hadn’t cried like she thought she would. She didn’t feel anger. Something else riddled her body, rattled her senses. Frustration.

Sweet pulled back from her to look at her face. With his large hands, he framed her face.

“Thank you.” Nikla smiled.

“Christ.” Sweet blinked. “You completely get it. It’s scary.”

He kissed her.

“May I serve you dinner, Sir?”

Sweet shook his head. He stood up with her on his lap and placed her on a chair at the dining room table. “I’ll get dinner. You wait here.”

Sitting naked at the dinner table would have seemed weird to her only a week ago. Now it seemed perfectly normal. When she heard footfalls coming back toward her, Nikla turned her head.

Sweet held something up in his hand that look like a toy bracelet. “Give me your hand.”

Nikla held her hand up to him.

“Ordinarily a Dom or Domme would do something called collaring a submissive or slave they want. The collar makes it known that you belong to someone else.” Sweet slipped the elastic bracelet covered in circular discs over her wrist. “I want you. I want you to know that I want you always. I figured since our first play time happened in the candy store, I wanted to give you something to make you remember that.”

Nikla looked at her wrist. She smiled when she saw the candy bracelet. “I haven’t seen one of these since I was a kid.”

“It won’t match anything in your wardrobe, but I want you to wear it always.” Sweet brushed his thumb over the candy beads.

“I’ll wear it. Always.”

Sweet kissed the top of her head, then went to the kitchen. As Nikla watched him, she realized how far deep she’d gotten with being with him. If he’d hoped to push her away with the rope bondage, he’d been mistaken. She would have to talk to him about their future. With each test he put her through, Nikla found herself wanting him and wanting this new life more and more.

Chapter Nineteen

After dinner, Sweet happily took Nikla to his bed. He’d wanted to fuck her before Wasabi strung her up. When he’d gotten her down from the bondage, he wanted to take her on his bed. He had to be the voice of reason, the calm in the sexual storm that he’d created.

Nikla snuggled next to him, resting her head on his chest. A smile crossed her face from ear to ear.

“Did you enjoy your meal plan today?” Sweet asked as he rubbed his hand up and down her toned arm.

“Yes, Sir. Very delicious. Variety is the spice of life.” Nikla rested her chin on his chest.

“We’re not in scene. You can call me by my name.” He smoothed his hand back through her soft hair.

“Okay, Sweet.”

Sweet cleared his throat. “Swithin.”

“What?”

“Swithin is my real name.” Sweet smirked at the admission.

Nikla sat up. “Are you serious?”

“Swithin Bartholomew Hawkes to be exact. My mother wanted something English with some meaning. She looked up male names meaning strength. She came upon Swithin and liked it. I hated it.” The teasing Sweet took as a kid never left him. “Grandma came up with the nickname of Sweet. That stuck. I’d rather be called that than Bart or Sweet Roll or Sweatin’ to the Oldies.”

Nikla screwed up her lips. “That would be a stupid nickname.”

“Not when you’re a hundred pounds overweight.”

Nikla stared at him. “You? You’re kidding.”

Sweet shook his head. “I used food to cope and I rarely did anything athletic. Kids teased me all the time.”

“I find that hard to believe. You’re so assertive.”

“Yeah, now. I wasn’t always. Masaun, my brother, he got me into a lot of things that put me straight. He got me into karate and that gave me discipline and exercise. Then he got me into the BDSM scene. Both gave me focus.”

“I’d like to meet your brother.”

Sweet looked away. He’d had an opportunity to introduce Nikla to Masaun at the club. Sweet didn’t want to get a lecture from his brother on his choices. He could hear him ask how could Sweet associate with the woman who actively picketed their store. Masaun didn’t know her. Sweet didn’t want whatever he had with Nikla ruined.

Nikla ran her fingers through the few hairs he had on his chest. “I would never picture you as a fat kid. I mean. I was a fat kid. I think my dad was disappointed in me because of it.”

“I wanted to rebel against the stereotype. I wasn’t going to run away from food. I wanted to embrace it. That’s why I started the store. This was my way to control food instead of it controlling me.”

“You never thought about having a business where you made healthy items like a vegan cupcake store.”

Sweet shook his head before Nikla finished her question. “Never. I think some guy opened a place like that around here. I haven’t heard much about it.”

Nikla nodded but kept her gaze down.

“Besides, having a store like that would make me feel like I wasn’t being true to myself. Fat or fit, I’ve always wanted to own a candy store. Some of my best memories came from being in a candy store.” He glanced at Nikla who gave him a doubting look. “When you’re an overweight kid, there aren’t a lot of places you can go and not feel out of place. I’d go to a gym or a recreation center; I didn’t get picked for any teams. No one wanted me because I would only hold someone back. I’d go to the old Captain Candyland.” He noticed how Nikla beamed. “You remember that place?”

She nodded. “Dad drove by it but I never managed to make it inside. I just loved the colors I could see through the glass. The kids that came out all seemed happy.”

“I was one of those happy kids. I’d go in there and discovered my utopia. The older women in there would pinch my cheeks and tell me how cute I was. The owner would test out candies on me. I loved that I didn’t have to be anything more than what I was. It’s the reason I love The Dollhouse.”

“I went the other way. I knew I couldn’t control the food so I ate what I knew would work for me and I dove headfirst into a physical fitness career.” Nikla laughed. “I can’t believe we both have the same kind of past with food.” She laughed harder. “I can’t believe your name is Swithin.”

“Hey,
Nikla
, I wouldn’t go throwing stones.”

“Actually, I like it.” She straddled his lap. “Swithin.”

Sweet felt his cock getting hard as she gyrated on top of him. Hearing her say his name it didn’t sound dorky or odd.

“Swithin.”

Sweet loved seeing her small pink tongue poking between her teeth as she said his name. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom. Nikla took the rubber from his hand and rolled it onto his cock.

Sweet held the base of his dick and helped guide Nikla on top of it. She tried easing down on him. He thrust his hips up and impaled her.

“Shit!” She grabbed his shoulders.

He held her hips. “Say my name.”

“Swithin.” Nikla leaned her head back. “Swithin. So good inside. Don’t stop.”

Sweet raised his hips, forcing Nikla to grab his headboard instead. With her face so close to his, he couldn’t help but kiss her. He massaged her tits. As soon as he pinched her nipples, Nikla’s body froze.

“Harder,” she said. “Make me feel it.”

Sweet squeezed harder, then licked her long neck.

“Say it. Please just say it.”

Sweet knew what she meant. He knew what she wanted to hear. “Mine.”

“Yes!” Nikla rode him harder.