“Yes!” Sweet turned with a string of condoms in his hand.
Yes, indeed. As he made his way toward Nikla, he removed his t-shirt with one hand. His muscled chest with its light dusting of sandy hair begged to be touched, licked, and teased.
Standing in front of her, she started to undo his workout pants after pulling off the toy nipple clamps. She threw the plastic rings to the floor, careless of where they landed.
Sweet pushed down his pants and boxers, kicked off his shoes, and slid on the condom. With his cock in her face, she got to see his full length jutting from a tuft of light brown hair. It sat up long and strong with just enough width that she knew would bring her to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
Sweet didn’t take her on the couch. Instead, Sweet lifted her so that her legs wrapped around his body. Then he impaled her on his cock.
The sensation of the penetration rendered her breathless for a moment. He plunged himself so deep in her that her body stiffened from the intrusion.
“Jesus H., you’re tight!” Sweet braced her back against the closest wall and thrust deep in her.
Nikla gripped his shoulders, holding onto him like she’d imagined, like she wanted. Her coiled legs around his body tightened. The caramel that covered her stomach glued their bodies together. The way he made her feel no way did she want to separate from him. Not now.
In the semi-lit office, she found his lips and devoured his mouth with a hungry kiss as he kept his thrusts even, steady, and deep.
Sweet broke from the kiss long enough to say, “Don’t come.”
Nikla blinked. “What?”
“Don’t come until I tell you. If you do, I’ll discipline you.”
Sweet cupped her ass in his strong hands as she clawed his back. The length of his impressive erection stroked her inner walls and hit her sweet spot.
Although she’d never tried not climaxing before during sex, Nikla chewed on her lower lip and embedded her fingernails into his hard skin to stave off the impending orgasm.
Her body trembled. Nikla dragged her tongue over his shoulder, tasting his salty flesh. She managed to meet him stroke for stroke by undulating her hips. She’d never experienced a connection like this during sex. Ever. His carnal need matched her own.
Nikla’s slick inner walls tightened around Sweet’s shaft. She held him closer. Her abdomen compressed like she’d done ten thousand crunches. She could deny herself no longer.
“Feel so good.” Tears stung Nikla’s eyes. “Fuck it! Spank my ass. I can’t! I can’t! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
Nikla’s legs and arms constricted around Sweet’s body. She released a long, low moan that turned into a scream.
“Did you just–”
Hungrily, she kissed his mouth, the side of his face, his neck, wherever she could reach. “Don’t stop. Please. Let me come again.”
Sweet pulled out of her long enough to help her gain her footing on floor, turned her around, and had her place her hands on the wall. “Bend over.”
Just as she did so, he held onto her hip and slid the length of himself into her eager pussy.
“Yes!” Nikla brought one foot up from the floor as she clawed the wall.
After a couple of thrusts, Sweet delivered on his promise. Nikla felt a pop on her ass. She looked over her shoulder expecting to see Sweet’s hand in the air. She did see that. Then she saw he had one of those large red lollipops in his hand, paddling her with it.
Nikla smiled and faced the wall. She arched her back more to curve her ass in the air for him. When the sting subsided, she wanted another hit, another way to feel truly possessed by Sweet.
“You dropped the coins from your eyes.” Sweet paddled her again in a new spot.
“Yes, Sir.”
“You dropped the jellybeans.” He surprised her by switching sides and smacking the candy against her other cheek.
“Yes, Sir,” Nikla said a little louder this time.
“And you came not once but twice.”
Nikla smiled. “Hell, yes!”
“You like being disobedient?”
“No. Teach me.” Nikla hated to admit her friend had been right about out-of-the-box sex, but she had a point.
She never thought she would have had sex with Sweet Hawkes, a BDSM Dominant and the co-owner of a business that had had a hand in slowly drawing business from her father’s store. Nikla didn’t know which concept made her more nervous.
She didn’t want to think about that right now. For once, Nikla liked being selfish.
“Green!”
“What do you need?” he asked in a harried breath.
“You.” She turned her head to view him. “All of you.”
Sweet gripped her hair. She felt him removing her ponytail holder to allow her hair to move freely over her head before he fisted her hair and pumped harder and faster into her channel.
“Christ. Not supposed to happen,” Sweet said between gritted teeth.
Nikla felt his legs shaking. The hold he had on her hair tightened. He pulled her head back enough to kiss her neck and lick up to her ear. He used his other hand to press against her stomach.
Some caramel remained on her skin as he traveled his hand down her body to her pussy. He slid her clit between his fingers, rubbing it until she couldn’t help but come again. Sweat covered her body as she screamed.
“Oh, my God!” Nikla’s legs buckled from under her body.
Sweet caught her and managed to pull out of her and lift her in his arms. This time he laid her on the couch and covered her body with his. He spread her legs open and eased himself in her until down to the hilt. He held himself there as he stared into her eyes.
“Mine,” he said. Sweet planted kisses over her face, nose, chin, and eyes.
The almost delicate treatment seemed contrary to the man who had just whipped and spanked her. Nikla didn’t question it. She wrapped her legs around his waist and reveled in him.
Sweet cupped her breast. He lowered his head and licked her nipple. His skilled tongue made her body jerk with each pass, like an electric current existed on the tip of his tongue.
She shouldn’t have wanted this, wanted Sweet. After almost a year of really bad sex, Nikla earned the right to have an orgasm or two from a really hot guy.
Nikla arched her back. She ran her fingers through his thick hair, liking the way his soft hair tickled the pads of her fingers.
Before moving over to her other breast, he said again, “Mine.”
Sweet licked her other nipple, sucking it into his mouth and grazing the hardened pebble with his teeth.
Nikla gripped the back of his head and gyrated her hips in concert with his thrusts. Their bodies moved as a unit, as though they had done this before with each other.
Sweet brought his face up and reconnected his stare to hers. “Mine.” His thrusting became faster. “Mine.” He gripped the arm rest behind Nikla’s head. “Mine.”
Nikla nodded, unable to speak, unable to agree with him.
Sweet’s body froze as he drove in deep. “Mine!”
He collapsed his body on top of hers. The only thing Nikla could think of to say was, “Yes.”
Sweet brought his face up and looked more serious than she’d ever seen him. In an unexpected move, he cupped her chin and stared at her as though studying her face. Or maybe he couldn’t believe what they had just done and he wanted to validate her authenticity. Nikla thought about running her own test to see if Sweet had been real.
When he pulled out of her, a chill covered her body. She drew her knees up as she sat up on the couch. She watched Sweet stumble to his feet and move back against the wall away from her.
Once he regained his bearings, he proclaimed, “You’re going to learn about the Lifestyle from me.”
Sweet’s declaration made Nikla feel like she had no choice, no voice. A tickling sensation filled her belly as she thought about the ramifications of accepting his twisted offer. Hell, she had just told Deana she wanted to learn something n
ew, to get an education. Learning about BDSM could be it. She could no longer deny after this short session that she wanted more, wanted more from Sweet, wanted to see how far she could push herself.
Nikla stood, but kept her place by the couch. “You opened a whole new world to me. I don’t think I want to stop the education.”
Sweet stared at her. He crossed his arms over his chest. Even naked, he looked powerful. “You understand that you’ll be disciplined using real toys and not just candy? Real whips. Real canes. Real floggers.” Sweet peered down at Nikla’s breasts. “Real nipple clamps.”
The idea of being in an authentic dungeon made Nikla wring her hands together and fidget in her spot. When she drew in her lower lip into her mouth, Sweet approached her and pulled it back out. He moved his head in close to her like he wanted to kiss her, but pulled back. “Come to The Dollhouse with me.”
Nikla shifted in her spot. “I’m scared.”
He shook his head. “Then you haven’t been listening to what I’ve said. BDSM play is what you want it to be. All you have to do is concentrate on me, and concentrate on yourself. You have the basics down. You need to put it into real practice. As long as you’re with someone trained, you’ll be okay.”
Nikla recognized that he’d used that same argument when he talked to her about rock climbing. If she could do that, surely she could do this, right?
Nikla blinked. In her desire to serve her man, she brushed his hair from his face.
Sweet flinched back from her as though afraid of her touch. “If I touch you or if you touch me again, I’ll want to fuck you. BDSM is not all about sex.”
Sweet’s abrasive delivery only made her want him more. The fact that she could cripple the man with just her touch made her feel pretty powerful.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“If you want to train as a submissive, I mean really get into the Lifestyle, I can help you with that. But the fact that you’re competing against me on a spot I want, and you’re protesting my establishment, anything else we would do wouldn’t work.”
“I get that.” Nikla put her hands to her hips. “It’s just...” She trailed off, unable to find the words on how she felt.
Sweet regarded her for a moment before he pointed to something behind her. “Bathroom is right there.”
As she headed to the bathroom, she thought about her challenges. How would she explain this new relationship to her father? Did she really want to be a submissive? How was she going to get the caramel off her body?
****
No matter how he justified it in his mind, Sweet couldn’t excuse what he’d done. As a co-owner of Decadent Treats, he shouldn’t have had sex with the woman who had been protesting his establishment for months. As a trained Dominant, he knew better than to have sex with a submissive in training.
As soon as Nikla made herself open and available to both cooking with him and for the play, he saw her on a whole different level. She became the woman he truly wanted. He couldn’t have her.
With his mind warring with his senses, Sweet paced in the office area, giving Nikla time in the bathroom. He needed the time to think.
He wanted so much to trust her, but he couldn’t. Not yet. At this point, he didn’t know if he would ever be able to trust her. One thing he knew for sure: he hadn’t lied when he said he would want her again if either he touched her or if she put her hand on him.
Just thinking about her long, slender fingers had his cock throbbing again. Sweet padded to the bathroom. Even through the closed door, he heard Nikla had started the shower.
Sweet opened the door. Through the frosted shower stall glass door, Sweet admired the outline of her luscious body. Her curves drew him. Yes, he definitely had to be careful around her.
He opened the door. Nikla didn’t flinch. She turned her face up under the shower spray and rubbed her hands over her stomach.
Nikla turned and glared at him. “I don’t do this kind of thing, you know. I don’t sleep with guys I just met.” She covered her eyes and shook her head. “I can’t believe I did this.”
Not content to let her shoulder the full burden, Sweet joined her into the stall. “I don’t do this, either. My last relationship was a couple of years ago.”
Sweet came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. Nikla paused for a moment before she continued showering.
“Sounds like we’re both pretty raw from our past relationships.” Nikla touched his forearm as he held her.
Sweet shouldn’t have touched her. As soon as he saw her wet skin, he couldn’t resist her.
“We’ll keep it kinky.”
Nikla shook her head and turned to Sweet. “What?”
“We just keep it to playing and nothing else.” Sweet turned Nikla around so that she could look directly at him. “We agree to no more sex, especially since I’m going to be training you.”
That would be the most difficult relationship he could ever have with a woman. Now that Sweet had sex with her, he wanted more. Resisting her would be detrimental to his body and soul.
“You’re just introducing me to this lifestyle of yours. I can’t say that I would only want to play, as you call it. I do know that whatever it is that I do in this arrangement, I only trust you to do it with.”
With that confession, Sweet almost broke a smile.
“You’re probably wondering about my vibrator in my nightstand.” Nikla’s tanned skin tone carried a rosy color on her cheeks. “My ex-boyfriend you heard me talking about, whenever we would have sex, he would always come before me. He wouldn’t worry about getting me there. Wait. That’s not exactly true. He would hand me my vibrator so that I could finish myself.” Nikla smoothed her wet hair from her face. “When you said for me not to come, I couldn’t do that.” She released an uncomfortable laugh. “Do you know how long it’s been since I had an orgasm from a man being inside me? When I felt it coming on, there was no way I was going to let that go.”
Sweet felt his blood boiling after hearing her story. What asshole didn’t want to live or die to see this woman have an orgasm? Sweet would never forget her gorgeous face when he’d made her climax. Nikla carried a pure almost angelic expression. She kept her eyes closed and her mouth open like a baby bird looking for sustenance. Sweet wanted to feed her need.
“If I tell you to not come, it’s because when it’s time to come, it’ll be so intense.” He told the truth but, knowing what her ex had put her through, Sweet wondered if he should push her that way again.
“I’m just giving you my history so you’ll know how to come at me in the future.”
Sweet didn’t think about the ramifications of infusing himself into Nikla’s life. He just knew that now that she’d opened up about her life that he couldn’t let her go.
“Might as well start now.” He picked up the container of body wash and handed it to her. “I need for you to wash me, Sugar Baby.”
Nikla looked at the bottle before taking it from his hand. “Yes, Sir.” She poured a dollop in her hand, got it a bit wet, then slathered the white soft soap over his chest.
Her velvety but skilled hands felt like heaven on his flesh. As she rubbed him down, coasting her hands over his shoulders and moving down his arms, Nikla maintained eye contact with him.
Sweet could have drowned in her brown eyes.
Nikla slid her hands down to his hips, then brought them forward to his dick. One hand wrapped around the base of his cock. She used her other hand to cradle his balls. As she drew her hand up on his shaft, her other hand massaged his sac.
Blood pulsed into his growing erection. Nikla awakened all of his senses. Her touch brought his body back to life. Her stare made him feel like only the two of them existed in the world. She smelled like a full meadow full of exotic flowers. His mouth watered to taste her.
“I’m breaking the scene.”
“What?” Nikla asked.
Sweet brought his head down and captured her mouth in his. H
e slid his tongue into her mouth. Nikla touched her tongue against his before sucking the tip. Damn, he hated himself for being so weak.
To satisfy his need to touch her, Sweet massaged her breasts. Nikla broke from the kiss to lean her head back and release a loud cry. She tightened her grip on his dick and stroked him faster and faster. Her other hand massaged his steadily tightening balls.
If she continued, Sweet would come all over her. After what she shared about her last boyfriend, Sweet wouldn’t be content to receive all of the pleasure.
He held onto her wrist to stop her.
“What are you doing?” Nikla licked her lips.
“I need to–”
She cut him off. “I need to satisfy my Master Sweet.” She smiled as she lowered herself to her knees.
“How do you know that I want this?” Sweet stared into her eyes as she held his now erect dick.
Before she answered, she licked the underside of his penis, from his balls to the tip. Sweet sucked air between his gritted teeth.
“If you don’t want me to do this, tell me to stop.”
Damn, she was clever.
Nikla covered the tip with her mouth and pressed her tongue against it. Her warm mouth couldn’t compare to her tight, hot pussy. The things she did with her tongue had him reeling. She lowered her mouth down to the base and held him there.
“Yes!” Sweet put his hand to the back of her head.
Her wet hair formed a slippery web over his fingers. Nikla gripped his thighs and let her mouth do all the work, moving her head back and forth over his dick. She moaned. The vibration shook his body from his wet hair down to his feet.
Sweet couldn’t help but gyrate his hips, fucking her hot mouth as he fisted her hair. As soon as he clutched her hair, Nikla moaned again.
“My Sugar Baby.”
Nikla continued licking him and sucking him. She pulled her mouth back to the tip, held him there, then dropped back down to the base.
Sweet couldn’t take this wonderful torture for much longer. He didn’t care that the water had turned cold. He could endure that and more for more of Nikla’s oral treatment.
Sweet’s body shook and he felt his balls tighten just as he came in her mouth. He held his breath as his full essence emptied and she devoured every drop.
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