Licorice Whips (45 page)

Downing the drink, Nikla realized that Sweet wouldn’t be playing with her tonight. She knew how seriously he took to playing clear-headed. A small part of herself wanted to feel the sting of his whip, candy or real. Now that she had Sweet in her life again, she wanted the full experience.

Instead Sweet transformed into the most cordial party guest. He introduced her officially to Hanson. Nikla had met Connie Halloween night. Now that Nikla had plans to marry Sweet, the motherly woman talked Nikla’s ear off on wedding plans and cake designs.

Nikla couldn’t help but steal glances at her fiancé, her Dom fiancé. At a break in his conversation, Nikla excused him from his group of friends to get him alone.

“Are we going to go to The Dollhouse tonight?” Nikla asked.

Sweet’s face went serious. He shook his head. “You’ve been drinking.” He raised his now empty glass in the air before placing it on the counter.

“I’m okay. I promise.” She rubbed her hand up and down her arm. “I just need you.”

Now she knew how junkies felt. Her skin crawled in anticipation of the punishment he would inflict on her. The cane gave her the pop and sting that curled her toes. Her nipples hardened at the idea of Sweet squeezing them between nipple clamps. She would even endure a little anal play if he wanted.

“I promise. You’ll have me. There are other ways to play rather than the physical.” He kissed her forehead.

After another fifteen minutes at the party, Sweet finally excused himself and Nikla.

“Leave your car here, and come home with me.” Sweet unlocked his truck and helped Nikla inside.

When Sweet got inside, she leaned against him. “You have changed.”

Sweet wrapped his arm around her and held her close. “What do you mean?”

“The old you would have taken me to your old apartment and, well, you know.” She smiled. She couldn’t tell if the heat that filled her cheeks came from embarrassment or alcohol.

“Trying not to be so impulsive. Besides, a woman like you deserves better than sex in an empty apartment.” Sweet patted her hip and gave her a possessive squeeze.

Yes, she certainly liked this new Sweet.

He brought her to a modest, three-bedroom, two-bath home in a quiet, older section of Virginia Beach. Before she could ask, Sweet said, “I’m renting this house until I find what I want.”

He opened the door to his new home. Nikla found the sparsely decorated place a great match for Sweet. Just like him, this house would be a work in progress.

In the corner of the living room, she spotted the egg-shaped hanging chair, the same one he had to take down in his apartment so that she could be strung up by Master Wasabi. Nikla ran her hand over the chair as she recalled those fond memories. She only snapped out of her trance when she heard Sweet clearing his throat.

Nikla found Sweet standing in the center of his living room.

“What are my rules?” He scanned her body.

Without a word, Nikla stripped out of her clothing. She threw the discarded items onto the couch. Nikla stepped out of her shoes and faced Sweet.

“Give me my greeting.”

Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed both his cheeks, his lips, then she lowered herself to the floor.

“Good.”

From her position, she watched him turn and stomp over the hardwood floor. “Follow.”

Nikla got on her hands and knees and crawled behind him to a room at the end of the hall. In the darkened room, Nikla tried staying in the light streaming from the hallway. When the light came on in the room, she gasped.

“I broke my promise, but I couldn’t help it.”

On the wall over Sweet’s bed hung a large picture of her wrapped in ropes and suspended. Nikla covered her mouth with her hand as she stared at her image.

She turned her attention to Sweet. “Permission to speak.”

Sweet nodded.

“Do you masturbate to it?”

He laughed so loudly, the sound vibrated the floor. “Up.”

Nikla stood.

Sweet framed her face in his large hands and stared at her, kind of in the same way he did the very first time they’d had sex in his office. He studied her, staring into her eyes, and occasionally dropping his gaze to her mouth.

“I love you.” He pressed his mouth to hers.

“I love you, too.”

“Run a bath and get me undressed.”

Getting commands from Sweet gave Nikla a sense of calm. “Yes, Sir.”

After their bath, and Sweet made Nikla read him a chapter from
Wifey
, he pressed her body against his, wrapped his arm around her waist, and slept.

Nikla couldn’t deny that she had expected hot, passionate sex. Getting a glimpse of what Sweet would expect of her as a wife and as a submissive had been better than anything she had imagined.

Waking in his arms gave Nikla a sense of security. Despite the November chill, Sweet’s warm bed made her feel cozy. She snuggled under the blankets and against Sweet’s hard, naked body.

Sweet growled. Nikla eased her backside closer to him and felt the result of his morning lust. She smiled.

With her back to him, she couldn’t tell if Sweet had awakened yet. He cupped her breast and massaged it in his large hand.

Sweet turned her over to smother her in a soul-stirring kiss. When he broke from the kiss, he stared at her. “This is how to wake up in the morning.”

Nikla smiled.

Sweet kicked the blankets off their bodies. “Ride me, Sugar Baby.”

“Yes, Sir.” She straddled his body.

Reaching down, she held onto his shaft as she guided herself down onto him, allowing him to fill her completely.

“Fuck!” Nikla rested her hands on his chest.

From that position, as she rose and fell on him, she spied her engagement ring and her matching bracelet. Sweet had called it her collar. Nikla would call it freedom, freedom to be herself, her real self.

She rotated her hips. That move got Sweet to groan. In response, he spanked her ass cheek.

“Yes!” Nikla leaned down and pressed her chest against his.

With one arm around her waist, Sweet kept her in her spot while he continued to spank her ass cheeks.

No one else would understand this treatment but her and Sweet. No one else mattered, and Nikla finally understood that.

In his ear, she said, “Yours.”

“Again.” He held her tighter.

Nikla felt his body trembling.

“Yours.” She licked the shell of his ear, tasting his salty skin.

Sweet thrust his hips up to match her movements. “Yeah! Yeah! Nikla!”

“I’m yours!”

“Come now!”

Nikla gripped Sweet’s shoulders and buried her face into the side of his neck. “Fuck!”

Sweet came deep in her as he continued holding her. “I’m never letting you go. Ever.” He kissed the side of her face.

Gasping for air, Nikla could only say one word, “Yours.”

Epilogue

“Could you try to make it a bit tighter?” Kindle asked Nikla as she and Lolli tried getting into her wedding dress.

Nikla pulled on the corset strings to tighten Kindle’s corset wedding dress. “I think this is going to be it.”

“Okay, that’s not too bad.” Kindle turned around. “You think anyone will be able to tell?” She put her hand on her now flat belly.

“Of course not,” Lolli said with a smile.

“It’ll be our little secret.” Nikla winked at her future sister-in-law.

She’d become so close to Kindle that she felt like they had be separated at birth.

Nikla outfitted her with her veil then put the flowers in her hands. “Are you ready?”

Kindle nodded.

“Oh, wait! I need to do one thing.” Nikla ducked into the bathroom and closed the door. From her purse she pulled out a pair of vibrating panties. Whatever Sweet wanted, he got. She slipped them on before heading back out to Kindle.

“Let’s go.” Kindle held Lolli and Nikla’s hands before they went out to the chapel. “Thanks to the both of you for being there for me.”

“Of course,” Nikla and Lolli said at the same time.

Kindle’s father stood by his daughter as the wedding music began. The ring bearer and flower girl strolled down the aisle first. The groomsmen all escorted the bridesmaids next.

When Nikla spotted Sweet, her stomach flipped. He took her arm wrapped it around his. Then they started their slow march down the aisle.

“We could have something like this, you know. Very traditional,” Sweet whispered.

Nikla shook her head. “There’s nothing traditional about us.” Before parting at the altar, she whispered to him, “I have on the panties.”

It must have been loud enough for Masaun to hear. He cleared his throat. Sweet kissed her before they resumed their assigned spots. Lolli strolled down the aisle alone as the matron of honor. Nikla noticed the love in Razor’s eyes as he watched his submissive make her way to the altar.

By the time Kindle made it down the aisle, not a dry eye existed in the church. She looked elegant and beautiful. Their “miracle” baby that would come at least three months early would be so cute.

Nikla stared at Sweet, who kept his gaze on her the entire time until the preacher asked for the rings. He snapped out of his haze to do his one duty.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the love of your life.”

Masaun framed Kindle’s face and kissed her with such passion that even the preacher had to clear his throat to get them to break it up. A ripple of laughter went through the crowd.

When they broke from the kiss, Kindle wiped the red lipstick from his mouth. Then the duo turned to the crowd.

“I’m happy to announce for the first time Mr. and Mrs. Masaun Hawkes.”

The crowd cheered as the two went down the aisle. Nikla linked arms with Sweet again as they went back down the aisle behind Lolli and the happy couple.

“I can’t wait until this is us,” Nikla said to Sweet through the roar of the cheers.

“Why wait?” Sweet asked as they got outside. “We could be on a plane to Vegas tonight.”

Nikla squeezed Sweet’s hand. “I love you so damn much.”

“I love it when you curse.” He laughed.

“I love my new family.” She squeezed Sweet’s hand. “And my new job.”

Sweet had the brilliant idea for Nikla to do personal training. She would go to people’s homes right now until their builder finished making their house, then she would accept clients in their home in a room Sweet had added on just for her.

Ashley had become her first client. After her came ten more. Business was good.

“Let’s get these pictures over with and let me do my toast. Then we can go.” Sweet lined up with everyone else in the receiving line.

“Are we going home to change?” Nikla asked.

“No.” He leaned down to her. “I want you to keep on the panties.” He activated a remote in his pocket that started the vibrations.

“I won’t make it through the reception.”

“That’s the idea.”

About the Author

Best-selling author of interracial BDSM erotic romance, Bridget Midway has been published since 2005 with more than over six different small press and electronic publishers including Phaze Books, Parker Publishing, Loose Id, and Liquid Silver Books. The multi-award winning and award-nominated author has found her niche with readers with her scintillating interracial BDSM erotic romance including the 2008 EPPIE Award finalist, Love My Way, and 2010 Romance Slam Jam Steamy Novel of the Year finalist, Corporate Needs.

With more than 23 published short stories, novellas, and novels under her belt, she shows no signs of stopping. For more information on Bridget Midway, go to her website at
http://www.BridgetMidway.com/

From Bestselling Author Yvette Hines

Masaun Hawkes is a driven man, a go-getter who has always enjoyed spicy/sweet candy and fiery women. Five years ago, his life was moving in the fast lane and he needed a change. Deciding to go into business with his younger brother, his life has become more manageable and stable. Co-owner of Decadent Treats by day and a full-time Dom and trainer at night, he should have everything he needs. Almost. Evenings at The Dollhouse dungeon have become emptier as he finds himself instructing new submissives, none his own. However, things are starting to look up when he delivers a special candy bouquet to the most captivating and tenacious woman. Masaun has never played second fiddle to anything in his life and he refuses to let Kindle put their relationship in that place — out of fear.

 Kindle Langston's life is anything but poetic. As the leading Assistant Commonwealth Attorney with too many high-profile cases on her desk, she can't even manage the time to fantasize about letting it all go. Stress and free are not two words that go together in her book, but each trial is pushing her closer to the edge. The day a basketful of treats is delivered by the sexiest and most compelling man, "Dom Hawk," with a note commanding her into a clandestine world, things begin to change. Is the life of a submissive what she has been craving? Can she risk allowing such decadent desires to be fulfilled? The risk seems too great to give in.

 For the first time in their lives can they both fully commit for love?

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