Licorice Whips

by Bridget Midway

  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 glanc
ed 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.

  He released one breast so that he could spank her. When he did that, Nikla wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close. He felt her heart pounding in her chest. Her knees pressed against his hips.

  “Come. Come, baby.” Sweet cradled the back of her head.

  Nikla pounded her fist on Sweet’s back as she came hard. He had more to give.

  Sweet rolled her onto her back then got out of bed.

  “Where are you going? You didn’t come.” Nikla pressed her back against the pillows arranged on the headboard.

  Sweet ducked into his closet and found a couple of old neckties he hadn’t worn in years. He returned to the bed. “Hands up.”

  Without question, Nikla brought her hands up and grabbed his headboard. Sweet tied one wrist to his bed, being careful to avoid her new candy bracelet. He kissed her fingers before moving around his bed to get to the other side. After tying her other wrist to the headboard, he deposited the condom he wore.

  “I trust you.” Nikla stared at him. “You can trust me.”

  He knew what she implied with her statement. “I’m clean.”

  “I got checked recently.” She spread her legs. “I get the shot.”

  Sweet knew she wouldn’t get pregnant. A small part of him wanted her to carry his child. Shit, he needed to stop thinking that way and think about the future.

  He returned to bed. Sweet needed to receive every type of sensation possible. He placed his body on top of hers and enjoyed her warmth and softness. Before he did anything else, he ran his hands down her strung up arms, to her face, over her breasts and to her stomach.

  “You feel so good. So soft.” Sweet kept his gaze directly on her eyes.

  He ran his hand over her hair. Nikla lifted her head to get the full experience. Sweet nuzzled his face in her hair. He picked up her usual jasmine scent combined now with a honey aroma.

  When Sweet entered her this time, he felt different. The walls he had around himself came down so hard he thought he would climax at that moment. To feel her hot vaginal walls tightening around him connected him to Nikla more intimately than he thought it would.

  Nikla pulled on her restraints. “Swithin.”

  Sweet thrust himself inside her and held himself there. “Keep saying my name.”

  “And cursing?” Nikla smiled.

  He nodded. Sweet swept one hand back and grabbed her thigh. He positioned her leg around his body just to feel her more. This time with her, Sweet wanted to take his time.

  Nikla licked his bottom lip. That move gave him the permission to capture her mouth. He drove his tongue in her mouth. Thanks to the strawberries he’d fed her for dessert, she still tasted sweet.

  “Mmm.” He thrust into her again, curving his hips this time.

  “Swithin.” Nikla’s body undulated under his. She matched his movements in every way like a well-played tennis match.

  With Nikla, he could go on for hours.

  “I love this.” Nikla gripped the ties holding her arms down. “Keep me tied here all night.”

  Sweet kissed her neck. “I’ll just put jellybeans on you and tell you not to move.”

  “Or just ask me to stay.”

  Sweet said nothing. He continued making love to this beauty as he let the idea of having Nikla in his bed, by his side, every night and every morning, roll around in his head. If he could make it work, if he could have this amazing woman by his side, he would be over the moon.

  Sweet continued making love to Nikla until she came twice. He untied her wrists. He sat on the edge of the bed and placed her on his lap. His body shook as he drove in her deeper and deeper until he exploded.

  Nikla placed her head on his shoulder.

  “What are we going to do? What the hell are we going to do?” Sweet stroked her back.

  ****

  Nikla watched Sweet sleep. She brushed his hair from his face as she listened to him breathing heavily. She scanned his body, the same one that gave her endless hours of pleasure last night.

  She circled his nipple with her index finger until he moaned. When he opened his eyes, his expression quickly changed to something quizzical.

  “Why are you smiling at me like that?” he asked.

  “You. For the first time, I saw you smiling.” She brushed her fingers down the side of his face. “You smiled in your sleep. It was wonderful.”

  Sweet groaned and sat up. “I was dreaming about you.”

  “You were? What was I doing?”

  Sweet remained quiet. He stared at her almost with a bit of remorse in his gaze. He must have been thinking about what had occurred to her as well. When Bobbi decided who would get the units, what would happen to the two of them?

  Nikla ran her fingers down over his face to his lips. “You have a wonderful smile. You should do it more often.”

  Sweet gazed down at her. To Nikla’s relief, he smiled at her.

  “Now that I have something to smile about, maybe I will.” He kissed her. Then he plopped his head back on his pillows. “What a night.” He looked at her. “I never even asked, what were you thinking when you saw Wasabi?”

  Nikla smiled to herself. “When I first saw them, I thought you had gotten some world-class chef to cook our dinners for us.”

  “I did.” He pointed to himself and laughed.

  Nikla even loved his laugh, a deep-bellied, full-on laugh. “Dinner and dessert were pretty amazing. When I saw the bag full of ropes, I thought you were going to hang me. I was thinking, man, this guy really wants those units.”

  Sweet’s face went somber. “I told you
I would never hurt you. If someone even thought about hurting you, I would stop them dead in their tracks.”

  The seriousness of his tone struck Nikla deep. She’d never have anyone defend her like that or even want to protect her. The notion made her feel good, made her feel safe.

  “When you described what it is that Master Wasabi did, I was curious.”

  “Had you ever seen it before?”

  Nikla shook her head. Sweet’s smile widened as he got out of bed. He went over to his closet and retrieved something from the top shelf. When he backed up, Nikla saw he had a large, flat coffee table book in his hands.

  Sweet got back in bed and handed the book to her. “Take a look at that.”

  Nikla looked at the cover. The title of Wrapped Up went across the top and emblazoned in red. The image of a woman’s torso bound in thick rope accompanied the salacious title. She opened the cover and the first picture that greeted her contained a man and a woman both with ropes constricting their fit bodies and contorted in a way that it looked like rope connected their bodies, like intestines and arteries providing life sources to each other.

  The black-and-white shots made the pictures look more artistic. Page after page, Nikla’s heart pounded.

  “Look at this.” Sweet held up his camera and showed her the screen.

  Nikla took the camera from his hands and stared at the picture of herself. Her back bend looked deeper as she hovered in the air. With her leg kicked up, she saw herself as a superhero. The picture looked surreal, but in color, it made it even more real.

  “I did this.” Nikla shook her head. “I got naked and allowed strangers to tie me with rope and suspend me in the air.” She looked at Sweet. “And you have it immortalized.”

  “I can delete it if you want.” He reached for the camera.

  Nikla pulled away. “No. No. I like it. I like that you have it. You’ll always have it.” She scanned her body. The deep indentations that the ropes had made no longer marred her skin.

  Nikla brushed her hands over her chest, arms and stomach. Sweet slid his hand over her hand and rested it on her stomach.