“Is this too much for you?” Chicklet nipped her earlobe. “Am I still being too ‘mean’?”
No! This was perfect. She loved how Chicklet took charge, trusting her to use her safeword if she needed it, not pussyfooting around if she didn’t. Over planning ruined the thrill of the moment, the rush of the unexpected. With Chicklet holding the reins she could completely lose herself in the scene.
And she did.
“I’ve gotten worse for stealing cookies when I was a kid. This is nothing.” Laura squirmed, pretending she wanted to get free, even though she craved Chicklet’s firm grip. “You can’t do this to me!”
“I can and I will.” Chicklet forced her down this time, stepping to her side and cracking the crop over her already burning flesh. “Kneel and apologize.”
“No!”
Snap!
“Kneel.”
“No!”
Snap! Snap! Snap!
All right, her ass was really starting to hurt. Her eyes teared. She dropped to her knees.
“You are a stubborn one. Tell me what you’re thinking?” Chicklet placed her hand on Laura’s head. “Do you think I’ll show mercy? That I’ll stop if you cry? There’s only one way to end this and you know what that is.”
“I know.” Laura sniffled, blinking back her tears, a silly smile on her lips. She hadn’t had a drink in a while, but she was feeling a little tipsy. A nice feeling. One she didn’t want to lose. “I don’t want it to end.”
“Then look at me.” Chicklet crouched down in front of her, tipping her chin up with a finger. Her gaze softened and she leaned forward to brush a kiss over her lips. “So beautiful. So tempting. If I was a good woman, I’d let you go.”
Laura’s heart skipped a beat. She knew this was part of the game, but her brain couldn’t process anything right. She shook her head. “You can’t. I love you.”
Chicklet smiled and kissed her again. “I love you too, Laura. And don’t for one second think that those words were meant for you. I won’t let you go. I can’t. I would give all this up first. Make promises I’ve never made to anyone. And I’d keep them. All you have to do is ask.”
“Do you really think I’d want that? I fell in love with you, knowing you’re not like anyone I’ve ever met.” The haze of the scene was fading, but Laura needed Chicklet to hear her. Not simply as a sub, but as a woman who finally had everything she’d ever dreamed of. “I only accepted part of myself for the longest time. I thought being a submissive to anyone would be enough. But you’ve shown me I can have more. That I don’t have to go from hiding in one little box to another.”
“You weren’t hiding, Laura.” Chicklet sighed and curved her hand around the back of her neck. “You’ve become more than you were. You would have continued without me. I just gave you a little nudge.”
“No. You did so much more.” Laura took a deep breath. “You give me way too much credit. I was fine with my life. It made sense. I didn’t know what I was missing, and sure, I would have made time to explore a little bit, because I need that release. But you showed me what it’s like to want more. I see how fragile life is all the time and it was tearing me apart to simply exist. I couldn’t go back to that.”
“You don’t have to.” Chicklet stroked the side of her neck with her thumb. “I’m right here. And I always will be.”
“Good.” Laura tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. “Then give me tonight. And tomorrow, and every other day. Don’t hold back. I am yours and I need you to know that.”
“Are you sure?” Chicklet let out a soft laugh. “Sloan told me to show you my fucked up bits. But they’re pretty out there.”
“I don’t care. I want them all.”
“Then they’re yours. I’m yours.” Chicklet covered Laura’s mouth with hers in a bruising kiss, her tongue slipping past her lips, the grip on the back of her neck holding her still. She stole all Laura’s strength and left her on her knees, her eyes pressed shut, her whole body humming with need.
The music thumped around her, accented with the odd scream, a sudden whimper. She flattened her hands on the floor and sank deeper into that tranquil pool where nothing mattered but this moment. She wanted Chicklet to come home with her. To hold her close, then wake up with her so they could discuss something more permanent.
But that was for later. Tonight they were experiencing something new together.
And Laura still wanted to know what was in that box.
“Time to strip, my little school girl.” Chicklet winked at her when she looked up. “You didn’t think we were done here, did you?”
“No, M—Professor.” Laura sat back on her heels, wincing at the sting. She unbuttoned her shirt, placing it at her side. Her bra followed. Within seconds, she was completely naked, goosebumps rising all over her flesh as Chicklet’s gaze traveled over her. “We don’t have to use all the toys, do we?”
“Hmm… Well, let’s see what we have here.” Chicklet pulled several little jars from the box, a tube of lotion, a spray bottle, and several foam brushes. “These don’t look like art supplies. What games have you been playing, you naughty girl?”
Laura wasn’t quite sure. Were those body paints?
“Are you allergic to latex?” Chicklet nodded at the silver man, who Laura had to stare at again to make sure he was breathing. “You can’t play with toys like that if you are.”
“No. I’ve worn some latex shirts before.” She’d never really liked them though. She didn’t have the body for it.
“Mmm, I bet that looked fucking hot.” Chicklet’s eyes narrowed when Laura snorted. “Argue with me. I dare you.”
“No, Professor.”
“Good. Now lie down. I’m feeling creative.”
Laying down on the tarp, Laura held still as Chicklet spread the lotion all over her body, starting with her stomach, which tickled, then spending a long time massaging it into her breasts until she was moaning and rising up to her touch. The slick glide of her fingers felt amazing. And the way Chicklet smirked as she tugged at her nipples gave her a deep satisfaction.
Chicklet was having fun with her. She even spent extra time on Laura’s feet when she giggled, laughing when Laura tried to pull away.
Every scene Laura had done before was so cut and dry. Pain, pleasure, release. The make-up of the scenes might be different, but the ‘play’ had never been this playful. It was a nice change.
Once she was covered in lotion, Chicklet opened the first jar, which held a pretty, aqua blue shade. She dipped the foam brush in and began to spread the liquid latex over Laura’s stomach.
The liquid was cool at first, but warmed after a few moments, tightening and forming over her like a second skin. A bright purple followed, covering her breasts. Red over her thighs. Green on her arms. Yellow on her calves. A dark rose shade on her feet.
Setting the brush aside, Chicklet looked her over as though admiring her work. The slick, wet sensation shifted, solidifying, clinging to her. She was afraid to move, afraid she’d tear it.
Then Chicklet began another coat, and it was like Laura was wearing a thin glove that covered half her body. Every nerve was tingling as the latex lifted off her skin. Some of it was a little itchy, but the sensation passed. She expected to grow numb to the brush strokes, but the thin coat was too close. As Chicklet began to splatter the liquid over her, she hissed in a breath. That second skin was tender. Or maybe she was just more aware of her own skin beneath it.
Either way, she had to fight to keep still as Chicklet traced a finger over the smooth surface covering her.
“I love it. You always cover yourself, but now you’re mine to decorate as I please. And every beautiful inch of you, every curve, is on display.”
Laura smiled, that pleasant tipsy sensation returning. “I’d wear whatever you asked me to.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Chicklet grinned. “I’m going to use the spray now. It’s supposed to make you all shiny.”
Using the spray bottle, Chic
klet covered her with a clear mist, letting out a hum of pleasure when she finished. She waited for it to dry, then took a knee at Laura’s side.
“I’d love to take a picture, just to show you what I see.”
Laura resisted the press of Chicklet’s hands as she tried to turn her. “Take one. I want to see.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Chicklet pushed to her feet and quickly went to her bag, pulling out her phone. She snapped a few pictures, then dropped her phone on the tarp.
“I’ll give you a copy then delete them. They will never be shared.”
“I trust you.” Laura frowned. “But you’re reassuring me for a reason?”
“Yes. My Master and Mistress have several photos of me on their website that I never consented to.” Chicklet rolled her shoulders. “I’m over it, but I haven’t taken photos of anyone since.”
“I’m happy you’re comfortable with me.”
“So am I.” Chicklet shook her head and laughed. “I’m spoiling the scene. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m in my happy place.” Other than worrying about the silver man. Was he getting anything out of this? “I’m thinking I have too many toys though.”
“You would. But don’t. Half his pleasure is being in that outfit. The rest will come.” Chicklet rolled her over and began painting her back. “Since we’ve broken from the roleplay, tell me how you feel about fucking men.”
I’m not sure if I love or hate how blunt she is. Laura wrinkled her nose as she hid her face against the tarp. “I should like it.”
“Why?”
“I enjoy penetration. But…it’s hard to explain.”
“Try.”
This was the not so fun part of having a Dom/me. Mills had never pushed her, had never really asked about her past, but she knew some Masters needed to know every dark shadow, every trigger, every insecurity in their subs as they moved forward in their relationship.
She’d known Chicklet was like that, but it didn’t make this easier.
“I’ve been in the scene enough to see how bisexuals can be labeled as confused, but…I could deal with that. I want to say I am attracted to men and women. Being attracted to women alone is what fucked up my life.” She brought her hands up to her face and groaned. “If I could be happy with a man, I could fit in. And I needed that. I know it doesn’t matter who you’re fucking. I know anything ‘other’ is difficult. Judged. But it wasn’t my kind of judged.”
“So…you secretly identify as a lesbian, but don’t feel like you should.”
“I’ve been with men.”
“You just said who you fuck doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, but—”
“No. It’s that simple. Laura, who you are as a submissive and what you identify as are two different things. I may make you fuck men because you’ve told me you enjoy the penetration. A dick feels different than a dildo. And there’s nothing wrong with that.” Chicklet gently stroked the brush between her shoulder blades. “That doesn’t make you bisexual. Whether you’re on one side of the spectrum or the other, you are what you are. That may change, but you are the only one who gets to decide either way.”
A tension Laura hadn’t even known was there eased from her chest. When she’d been with Mills she’d cut off a huge part of herself. Being with Chicklet made it easier to explore her identity, but she’d still felt off. She wasn’t sure where she belonged. Sometimes it seemed like she didn’t belong anywhere. Like the claims she’d made to her mother, the very ones that left her lost and alone so very young, could have been avoided.
All she had to do was find the right man. Then she could be who everyone expected her to be.
She could want a man. Fuck a man. Submit to one.
But a woman had taken her to another level. And it felt so right she couldn’t even compare.
“So I don’t lose my lesbian card if you share me with a man?”
“If you need a card, I’ll have one made.” Chicklet bent down and kissed her cheek. “You’ve suffered so much to accept yourself. No one gets to take that away, Laura. But I will stuff that sweet pussy with all kinds of dick. Because I’ll enjoy watching and you’ll enjoy whatever I do to you.”
“I will.” Laura tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. Chicklet owned her completely. Which was perfect. Maybe the labels didn’t matter. Hell, even in the lifestyle, Chicklet was smashing through the boundaries.
Why not let her destroy them all?
A second, then third coat of latex covered her. She cried out as Chicklet dragged her to her knees by her hair.
And hissed in her ear. “This toy, how do you use it? Do you let that thick dick fill your pretty little cunt?”
“Sometimes.” Laura eyed the silver man’s dick. He was covered with a latex sheath that made him look huge. “But the toy is a bit bigger now.”
Chicklet slid her fingers down, pressing them against Laura’s slick pussy. “Oh, I think you can take him. But what about this pretty ass? Do you think you can take me?”
Laura didn’t get a chance to answer before Chicklet lifted her up to straddle silver man’s thighs. His dick, sheathed in silver latex, pressed against her.
Fingers spreading her open, Chicklet whispered in her ear. “Take him for me, pet. Let me see this huge cock fill you.”
For the first time, silver man moved. His dick shifted against her and he let out a low moan. She stared at the silver hood covering his face. At the metal grates over his eyes and wondered who he was.
One of the detectives?
No. They played light with pretty, skinny girls. A little spanking and they were done. This man needed more.
His dick sank into her.
And she realized it didn’t matter who he was. He was here because Chicklet had chosen him. Decided to give him what he needed tonight.
She’d let Laura be a part of that. Which removed the guilt of turning him into a thing. What she needed, what she saw as right and wrong was for her. It didn’t make him less for wanting to escape in another way. The thick sheath covering him kept them disconnected, but connected in another way.
While she didn’t feel him as a man, he didn’t feel her as a person at all. There was the right pressure, brought to him as he let himself become nothing but a toy. As her pussy slicked up, clenching around the thick intrusion, all the thick latex would give him was a bit of pressure.
Her body responded, but her mind lost track of the goal, which was complete abandon. She slipped into her skin, which was tight and strangely smooth. Her ass was burning, and suddenly she could sense every raised welt.
Chicklet knelt behind her and kissed her shoulder. “It takes a lot to keep your mind busy. Lean down on him. Your skin isn’t touching his. It’s like neither of you is real.”
Laura whimpered as Chicklet’s words hit her and she realized she couldn’t really feel Chicklet’s flesh either. She was pressing against her, but that thin coat of latex was between them.
“I’m here, little dove.”
“Please don’t call me that. Call me pet or slut or…anything else.”
“Why? I won’t call you that anymore, but I need to know why.”
“Because doves are a symbol of motherhood. Other things too, but that…I have another mother. A better one. She wants me. But it didn’t come from nature. It was a choice.” Damn it, she was in the mind space where she wasn’t watching her words anymore. And she couldn’t pull back. “I’m sorry, I’m making a lot out of nothing.”
“Not nothing, pet. If we weren’t in a good place, you wouldn’t have told me so much. Wouldn’t have said what I thought was sweet hurt you.” The hard, smooth dick she’d strapped on pressed against her. “I used it because you are calm, peaceful, and giving. But a pretty little dove can be killed by something stronger. And you are so much more. I don’t need a pet name for what you are to me.”
The head of Chicklet’s strap on dick slipped past the first ring of muscle. And L
aura didn’t bother telling her she’d never been taken there before. She let Chicklet move her, sink into her, claiming her in every way.
Her toy, who lay so still beneath them, her hard dick which she slicked with lube and pressed deep into Laura’s tight hole, were only objects used to bring them to the goal. Which was that sweet connection as they came together in passion and pleasure.
As she lost complete control of her body, Laura hovered on the edge, waiting…
She needed Chicklet with her. Now, more than ever.
Chicklet’s pressed in deep and breathed against her neck. “Stay with me!”
Laura screamed as the silver man jerked up and Chicklet thrust in. Her body was full and her mind was exactly where it needed to be. Flowing in the waves over pleasure. Lost as an intense spark flared within and stole her away to ride the blazing current.
“I know our deal was for you to leave when we were done, but she’ll be more at ease if you help.”
“I know.” The silver man kept his voice low. Laura felt like she should know him, but she didn’t try to guess who he was. He wouldn’t be covered if he wanted anyone to know. “But I listened to you. You have something strong.”
The latex peeling away from Laura’s flesh tore at the fine hairs, which jerked her a little from that sweet spot in her mind, but not enough to force her to open her eyes. She let them lay her down and didn’t move.
“You’re not a sub. Why did you put your name on the list?’ Chicklet sounded concerned. Even confused.
The silver man let out a soft laugh. “I was told I am a Dom. But I needed to see the other side. We will never discuss this again, Do I have your word?”
“You do, but you don’t need it.” Chicklet laughed, but it was hollow. “I think I know you, but I could be wrong.”
“Leave it at that, then. You don’t need to know me. We’re done here.”
“Yes, we are.”
And when Laura opened her eyes, he was gone.
* * *
Chicklet held Laura for the rest of the night, loving the weight of her in her arms. Dominik had stopped by at one point to check on them, bringing a small blanket and a bottle of water, but not saying a word. She appreciated his silence. Laura was in a good place, but still a little fragile. The last time she’d spoken, her words had been slurred.
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