Licorice Whips

by Bridget Midway

  “So if you hurt me—”

  “I won’t hurt you.”

  “—if you do, I can say ‘red’ and you’ll stop.”

  “Yes.”

  Nikla relaxed a bit, knowing that she now had an out just in case things got out of hand.

  She felt Sweet’s hand on her bare belly before she felt the soft item he’d been using caressing it.

  “What is that?” she finally asked.

  “I’ve given you a lot of leeway just now, but I was very clear when I said you cannot talk unless given permission.”

  The harshness of his tone grabbed her attention. Nikla had to know.

  “Sir, may I speak?” She swallowed as she awaited his answer.

  “Speak.” Sweet continued feathering the item over her skin.

  The tickling sensation almost had her forgetting her question. “What is that? Tell me, please.”

  “Do you really want to know? Can’t you just enjoy the feeling?” He swept the item up her arm, over her chest and down the other arm.

  “I want to know just in case I want to do this to myself at home.”

  That got a big laugh out of Sweet. Nikla wished her eyes could have been open for that. Since encountering Sweet, she had yet to see him smile or show happiness of any kind. It made her wonder if his chosen lifestyle made him so surly or if someone had broken his heart.

  Sweet ran the item over Nikla’s face. “Smell.”

  Nikla took in a deep breath. She immediately smelled something sweet and sugary yet felt soft. She turned her face slightly to the left and right to experience more of the sensation.

  “It’s cotton candy.”

  Nikla smiled. “Wow. I thought it was a feather.”

  “That’s the idea. I can make anything kinky.”

  And sexy. She imagined him running a fluffy pink ball over her skin. Had she been sweating, the sugar would have melted on her. If it had melted, would Sweet lick it from her body?

  She balled her toes, and her belly compressed into a knot. As soon as she felt her clit twitch, she exhaled.

  Nikla started to like the mystery as well as the fun of using unconventional items on her. Justin would have never thought outside the box like this.

  When Sweet ran the candy over her lips Nikla flinched, nearly knocking the coins from her eyes.

  “Don’t put the sugar near my mouth. Please.” She started to raise her hand, but Sweet arrested the motion and brought her arm back down to her side.

  “Why?” he asked.

  She still felt his heat next to her body so she knew he hadn’t gone anywhere. “I don’t eat sugar or anything–”

  “Sweet?”

  Nikla didn’t answer. She balled her hands into fists. “You wouldn’t understand.”

  She felt him hold onto her arm and brush his thumb over her skin. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. You asked me not to do it so I won’t.”

  Nikla breathed a sigh of relief. She started to like this BDSM thing if following and making requests summed up the activities.

  “I’d like to see your breasts.”

  The whispered request in her ear sent a shiver down Nikla’s body. One side of her brain screamed for her to let this man see all of her. The other side, the sensible, business-minded side reminded her that this man competed for a coveted spot in downtown Virginia Beach.

  Sweet also epitomized the type of man she wanted, needed. Her pussy ached for his cock. Without a second thought, Nikla sat up while keeping her head back to prevent the coins from falling off her eyes.

  Suddenly she felt some assistance in removing her sweater. Sweet helped pull one sleeve off, then allowed her to settle before pulling off the other sleeve. He took the garment from her hand. Then she pulled her sports bra over her head with such care and precision that the chocolates covering her eyes never moved. Sweet removed that item from her hand as well as she lowered herself back down to the table.

  “Why am I doing this?” She balled her hands into fists. “Tell me why I’m doing this? Please.”

  Sweet didn’t answer verbally. He continued brushing the cotton candy over her skin as though telling her that she removed her clothes because she liked the feeling. Without saying a word, he simplified her reasoning.

  Nikla remained still, shocked at her brazen behavior. No way Deana could say she took the safe route with Sweet. He had her topless in the middle of his kitchen and using candies over her body. Her nipples hardened at the thought of what Sweet would do to her.

  “Nice,” he whispered.

  She felt a large hand cupping her breast. Nikla sucked air between her teeth at the connection. With that one touch, Sweet possessed her entire body.

  Sweet’s large thumb circled her nipple. “Normally I would use a nipple clamp on big, firm nipples like these. Instead, I’ll use these.”

  Nikla so wanted to see what Sweet had in his hand. She swallowed hard as she waited for his next step. She’d heard the crackling of a wrapper then a slight pinch to one nipple. The pinching didn’t hurt. The pressure remained constant.

  After the first one had been affixed to her, Sweet attached a second item to her other breast.

  “How do you feel?” he asked her.

  “Green.” Nikla smiled at her use of the safe word.

  “Good.”

  “What do you have on them?” She fought the urge to reach up and touch the items. She had to trust Sweet.

  True to his word, he hadn’t hurt her. “Do you remember ring pops, the lollipops on rings?”

  Nikla smiled and laughed a little. “Chocolate coins, cotton candy, ring pops. I will never look at candy the same way again.”

  “And I’m not done yet. But first…”

  Nikla heard a pause before he continued speaking.

  “Open your mouth.”

  Hesitating for a moment, Nikla thought of all the items Sweet could have put in her open mouth. Candy? Alcohol? His cock?

  At the thought of the last item, she parted her lips and waited. Nikla felt something thin, wooden and hard going across her mouth.

  “Bite,” Sweet said.

  Nikla bit down on something that felt like a stick.

  “This wooden spoon should keep you quiet. Try and talk again, and I’ll punish you.”

  Nikla wanted to ask how he would punish her, but with the spoon in place, she could only grunt. She heard him rustling around behind her, probably retrieving something else from his basket of tricks.

  “Open your hand.” Sweet tapped her left hand.

  Considering he’d asked her to open her mouth and he didn’t do anything salacious to it, Nikla felt comfortable opening her hand. She splayed her fingers and waited. She felt something hard and round in her palm. Had he given her a croquet ball?

  “A Jawbreaker,” he said as though she’d asked the question out loud. “If the session gets to be too much, since you can’t talk, I want you to drop it to signal me to stop, understand?”

  Nikla nodded.

  “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your skin is?” he asked.

  Before Nikla could answer, she felt something light touch her shoulder. Whatever item Sweet had placed there remained, then she felt another item placed a couple of inches below that.

  Nikla turned her head in the direction of where Sweet worked.

  “Your skin tone reminds me of the caramel we just made. So smooth and rich.” Sweet placed what felt like pebbles down one arm then the other, then he put one in her navel. “Don’t move. I’ve placed jellybeans over your body. If you move and knock any of them off, I’ll have to punish you.”

  Sweet made it very clear that he controlled this environment. With his second promise to discipline her, Nikla wondered what he would do. Would this man spank her or whip her like she’d seen in movies?

  In her head, Nikla laughed. Whip her? With what? They were in a candy store. So far he’d used nothing but candies on her. He had been true to his word so far. No pain.

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sp; “You want to know how I would punish you?” Sweet continued covering her with jellybeans.

  Nikla nodded. She bore her teeth down on the spoon as she waited for him to respond.

  “I would spank you. Old fashion. Right over the knee.”

  Nikla smiled as much as she could with the spoon in her mouth, hoping Sweet would soon laugh to show he had been kidding. When he didn’t, she stopped smiling.

  She started to ball her free hand into a fist again and felt one of the jellybeans by her wrist start to move. She made sure to leave her hands motionless on the table.

  Nikla couldn’t imagine a rational, grown woman would subject herself to being treated like a child, to have all responsibilities taken away and have her life boiled down to just doing what she was told and being a good girl.

  As that idea rolled in her head, Nikla’s breathing slowed. Her true happiness had been when life had been simple, when someone told her what to do, what to wear, what to eat, how to be.

  God, did she really want this life? Could she be subservient? More importantly, could she be happy that way?

  Sweet put his hand on the bare skin under Nikla’s breasts and above her navel.

  She grunted, then nodded.

  “Are you trying to talk again?”

  She shook her head. If Nikla could have answered with a definitive “No, Sir” she would have.

  Nikla felt a slight tug on one of the ring pops. It pulled on her nipple but didn’t detach from it. The sensation caused her to arch her back slightly, careful not to jostle the beans or coins.

  Funny how these small items now ruled her being right now. Her only job, her only responsibility had been to keep her body still. She had to remain silent. She had to keep her eyes closed. She had to be the guardian of the jellybean soldiers lining her body. The simplicity of that comforted her.

  She felt him let go of the ring and heard him moving around the kitchen. She heard what sounded like a jar being placed on the counter. Then she heard something pouring into it. What did Sweet have in mind for her now?

  Nikla heard his footfalls come back toward her. She heard a metal on metal scraping sound, Sweet blowing on something, then a warm sensation hitting her stomach.

  Nikla jerked. She released a scream around the spoon in her mouth while keeping her jaw clenched.

  She didn’t care if she knocked any of the candies from her body. She hadn’t expected to feel something hot and searing touch her skin.

  “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 ab
out.”

  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.