Licorice Whips

by Bridget Midway

  Against his better judgment, Sweet ran his finger down from her puckered asshole to her pussy opening then to her clit. This time Nikla moaned. Her body writhed.

  “Mmm, good.” She craned her head around. “I wish we could do more in here.”

  Sweet regarded her for a moment, but didn’t answer. He tied her thighs to the other table legs then stood. He observed his work, this woman. She trusted him to make herself so open and vulnerable.

  Sweet returned to the armoire and retrieved a paddle. “Do you think it was appropriate to pull off your panties at dinner in front of my brother and Kindle?”

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  Nikla smiled, hoping that Sweet would share in her revelry. “For you? I’d do it again.”

  Feeling the hard smack on her ass made her rethink her decision. Did Sweet like or hate her stunt?

  Then she thought about her response and quickly added, “Sir.”

  For that, she still got another smack on her other cheek. The surface pain resonated and Nikla started to react to the immediate feeling. She balled her hands and her breathing increased.

  “I still have your panties in my pocket.” Sweet spanked her ass two more times, always in different spots.

  Nikla winced and released small cries.

  “I loved that you did that.” Sweet caressed her backside. “Sexiest damn thing I have ever seen in my life.” This time, instead of using the paddle, Sweet spanked her ass with his bare hand. “What made it sexy was how you defended me to my brother.”

  Realizing that Sweet’s discipline didn’t come from anger but more for pleasure, Nikla’s breathing slowed. She curved her back and raised her ass in the air as much as she could for him considering her bound state.

  “Why did you do that?”

  Nikla heard Sweet moving away from her. He must have been getting another toy.

  “Answer me,” Sweet demanded. “I didn’t tell Masaun about you. You should have been pissed with me.”

  Nikla had almost forgotten that he had posed a question. “I was angry with you.” She didn’t hear Sweet move. The air in the room stilled. “The more I listened to your brother, the more I realized how much he sounded like my father when he talks to me.”

  “So you felt sorry for me?”

  Nikla felt the thudding smack of a flogger against her already sensitive skin. The feeling shook her body. Her clit throbbed. Juices ran down her inner thighs.

  She licked her lips and now hoped that Sweet wouldn’t stop. “I didn’t feel sorry for you. I felt anger for you.”

  Nikla suddenly felt the tails of the flogger hit her naked pussy. She curved her back up like she had executed a yoga cat pose once she experienced the hit.

  “Green.” She settled onto the sensations.

  With each hit, Nikla felt connected to Sweet. She noticed that Sweet increased the intensity. She loved it.

  “Green!” Nikla didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to show him that she could take this punishment and more from him, only from him.

  She balled her hands into fists to stave off her impending climax. Nikla wouldn’t call out her safe word. Just as Sweet had taught her, she learned to embrace the pain, make it a part of her, look forward to it.

  As suddenly as the discipline started, it stopped. Nikla thought Sweet paused so that she could catch his breath. Then she heard a large thud hit the floor.

  Nikla tried turning her head to catch what had happened. She caught Sweet on the floor on his knees with his head down.

  “Sweet! Sweet!” Nikla tried getting out of the bindings but couldn’t.

  Her gut wrenched, knowing that she couldn’t help him. Just when she thought she would break her own arm to get out of the ties, Sweet waved his hand to her and struggled to get up to his feet. Expecting to see him looking distressed, she couldn’t believe Sweet carried a smile instead.

  He stumbled to her, bent over, and put his hand next to her face. “Thank you.” He kissed her. “Thank you.”

  Nikla felt her eyebrows draw together until she really looked at him and pieced together what had happened. “Dom-space? Did you get there?”

  “You got me there.” He untied her.

  With freedom achieved, Nikla stood and wrapped her arms around Sweet’s neck. “Tell me how it felt?”

  Sweet settled his hands on her hips. “Where an orgasm is intense, Dom-space is intense in the opposite way. At first, I was completely focused on you. I couldn’t hear anything. I just saw you and only you. Then everything hit me. I realized how important you are to me. Then I saw your reaction. The combination dropped me like a stone. I felt so relaxed and just happy. You make me happy.”

  Nikla felt light inside. Then she lit into him. “You scared me. I didn’t know what had happened to you. I thought you had a heart attack or something. If I have to have safe words, so should you. I need to know that you’re okay.”

  Sweet glared at her for a moment before speaking. “Good fucking student.” He kissed her temple. “I’ll say ‘blue’ if I’m in trouble. Deal?”

  Nikla nodded.

  Sweet scooped her up under her ass. Nikla wrapped her legs around his waist. She grabbed his broad shoulders. He placed her on top of a waist-high platform.

  Before she could adjust being on top of the platform, Sweet smothered her with a breathtaking kiss. He drove his tongue into her mouth. As he kissed her, she felt him moving his arms.

  When he broke from her, Nikla noticed that Sweet had undone his pants. “Wait. We can’t here. You said–”

  “I fucking need you.” Sweet grabbed the base of his cock and aimed the tip at her core.

  He plunged deep inside. Nikla gripped his shoulders, embedding her fingernails into him. Coiling her legs around him, she pressed her breasts against his chest.

  “Mine,” Sweet said into her ear.

  This time when he said that, Nikla believed him. She felt it. She couldn’t wipe the smile from her face.

  Hearing the screams and moans around their room echoed Nikla’s moans and Sweet’s deep breathing. To accentuate the feeling, Sweet spanked Nikla’s ass cheek.

  Since her ass had been made sensitive because of the spanking, Nikla squirmed on the platform but welcomed the sensation. Sweet had taught her how to embrace the pain.

  Sweet lifted Nikla off the platform and cradled her ass in the air. With his strength, he managed to propel her up and down on his shaft without any support. Nikla tightened her thighs around him and undulated her hips. She felt as one with Sweet.

  “Mine.” Sweet licked then chewed on her lower lip.

  He fisted her hair and pulled her head back. Nikla’s head throbbed, but she loved it. He licked her neck up to her chin.

  A knock sounded outside of their playroom. “Master Sweet.”

  Sweet didn’t stop. He brought Nikla down to the floor and drove into her harder and faster. He palmed her breast but never broke eye contact with her. Sweat covered his face. He looked like a man on a mission. Nikla loved being his goal.

  The pounding outside happened again.

  “Pay attention to me,” Sweet said.

  Nikla nodded. She felt her inner vaginal walls tighten around his shaft. Sweet responded with a growl.

  “That’s it.” He nodded. “That’s my Sugar Baby. My Nikla.” He grunted. “Mine.”

  Nikla gyrated her hips. “Master Sweet, may I–”

  He didn’t allow her to finish her question. “Come! Now! Now!”

  Nikla screamed and coiled every extremity around his hard body. In response, Sweet’s body stiffened as he emptied inside of her. As he relaxed, he kissed the tip of her nose then softly on her lips.

  He pulled out of her and stood. He helped her to her feet. “Get dressed.” He pulled up his pants as he headed to the doorway. When he pulled back the black curtain, a young man and an older gentleman with silvery hair stood on the other side.

  The older man glanced at Nikla as she put on her bra and slipped her shoes onto her feet.

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��Can we talk, Master Sweet?” the older gentleman asked.

  Sweet shook his head. “Not necessary.”

  The older man nodded. “Good.” He held out his hand. “Good luck in your travels.”

  Nikla put her dress on and watched Sweet shaking the man’s hand. She didn’t know what had transpired or why there had been an urgent need to get his attention.

  When Sweet returned to Nikla, he held her hand and walked with her to the door. She noticed a few angry glares aimed in their direction as they strolled out of the dungeon.

  “What was that about?” Nikla asked.

  Sweet unlocked the truck and helped her inside. “Nothing important. You’re all that matters now.”

  Nikla smiled at his statement. She felt the same way. If she wanted him fully in her life, she had to do a couple of things. She wanted to introduce him to her father and come clean about why she protested his store. She also needed to talk to Masaun.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Sweet slept soundly next to Nikla in his bed. He did manage to get her over to her apartment so that she could pack a bag. Even that quick trip resulted in them having passionate sex.

  He moaned as he recalled how he got her limber legs damn near around the back of her neck. After last night, his perception about their relationship changed. Everything seemed both heavier and lighter. He could make sense of things. More importantly, Nikla had gotten him to trust again.

  Sweet’s cock started to get hard just thinking about her. He reached over to touch her and found an empty space beside him. Sweet opened his eyes. October morning sun filled the room, an unusual look considering Sweet liked keeping his blinds closed.

  Sweet sat up in bed and had a stunning view greeting him. Nikla stood naked in the middle of his small living room space. She slowly went back into a deep back bend with her smooth pussy facing him.

  Damn, what a view. Sweet sat up more as he watched her do her yoga exercises.

  “Good morning.” Sweet drew his hand over his hard cock.

  Nikla stood up and faced Sweet with a smile. “Good morning.”

  “Come here.” He patted the bed.

  “Wait one second.” Nikla ran off to the kitchen.

  Sweet heard glasses clinking and silverware brushing against each other. Soon he saw her approaching him with a tray of food. Sweet smiled until he noticed some cooked food on the tray. Nikla had cooked in his kitchen? His kitchen?

  Before he could hop out of bed and look at the damage, Nikla set the tray on a nightstand next to the bed. She crawled in bed, straddling his lap, and kissed him.

  “Good morning.” She nodded over to the tray. “I made you breakfast this time.”

  Sweet glanced at the tray of food. Looked like she’d made him an omelet and a muffin with a side of fresh cut-up fruit and juice.

  “You made muffins?” Sweet questioned.

  Nikla screwed up her lips. “I know what you’re thinking.” She picked it up and placed it at his mouth. “Bite.”

  Sweet kept his lips shut tight as he looked at her.

  “Please,” she said.

  He opened his mouth and took a careful bite. The soft muffin melted in his mouth. The berries burst as he chewed and added to the sweetness. The sweetness beyond the berries surprised him. What happened to the woman who refused to eat or use any refined sugars?

  As though answering his thoughts, Nikla supplied, “I made this with applesauce and shredded carrots to add some natural sweetness. Good?”

  Sweet swallowed the piece and glared at her before breaking into a smile. “It’s very good. Delicious actually. I didn’t know you knew how to bake.”

  Nikla cocked her head. “Of course I can cook. I learned from the best.”

  “I didn’t teach you.” Sweet laughed.

  “Cute. No, my father. He taught me.” Nikla cut a piece of the eggs she’d made and fed Sweet the portion.

  Even that tasted wonderful, full of fresh vegetables and diced chicken.

  “I don’t let anyone cook in my kitchen but me.” He stared at Nikla, waiting for a reaction.

  “Good thing I’m not just anyone.” She smiled.

  His heart melted. “You’re right about that.” He patted her ass. “So what will you do today?”

  “First thing I’ll do is go through your drawers and find all of your secrets.” Nikla laughed. “Kidding. I’ll run some errands before I go to work.”

  Sweet pulled her in closer to him. “In your errands, you’ll need to find a costume.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Halloween is in a couple of days. I want someone here with me to help pass out candy to the kids, and Hawk and Song Sparrow are throwing a party.”

  “Have I met them?”

  Sweet nodded. “Hawk is Masaun’s scene name. Song Sparrow is–”

  “Kindle?” Nikla interrupted him.

  “It’s Hawk’s name for her.”

  “So it’s that kind of party?”

  Sweet caught the tentative tone in her voice. “Would you be ready for that?”

  Nikla swallowed, looked away, then brought her gaze back to him. “Yes.”

  Heat surged through his body at her firm answer.

  Then she surprised him when she followed up with, “I think.”

  On reflex, he gritted his jaw then relaxed it. Sweet had to remember that Nikla hadn’t been in the Lifestyle over a number of years like him. She didn’t go into the training on her own. She had to be goaded, dared practically. What else could he expect?

  Nikla cut off another piece of her dish and fed it to Sweet. “So you’re saying you’re dressing up, too?”

  Sweet chewed the morsel before he answered. “Of course.”

  “Will you tell me what you’re wearing so that we match?”

  Sweet shook his head. “Surprise me.” He glanced at the clock next to his bed. “As much as I would love to stay here in bed with you, I have to get dressed and go to work.” Sweet took a sip of his orange juice that tasted freshly squeezed.

  Nikla released a long, exaggerated sigh. “Fine.” She jumped off him and padded toward the bathroom. “I’ll just take a shower while you finish your breakfast.”

  As she walked away, Nikla ran her hands down her body. At the bathroom door, she bent over in front of him, showing off her pink opening and her ass.

  “Let me help you wash your back.” Sweet jumped from the bed and chased her into the bathroom.

  Nikla squealed as she ran into the room.

  Sweet caught up with her. With his arm around her waist, he turned on the shower and waited for it to heat up to a good temperature.

  He guided her inside and closed the stall door. It didn’t take him long to wrap his arms around her body and smother her in kisses. Nikla looped her arms around his neck. He loved that he could be that support for her.

  Sweet slid his hand up her slick body to her breast, cupping it as he continued kissing her. He broke from the kiss long enough to say, “I need you wet.”

  Thinking he must have meant the shower, Nikla ducked her head under the stream of water as he licked down her chin and neck. When he got down to her tits, he sucked one into his mouth and teased her nipple with his tongue. He circled it, getting it as hard as he could.

  “Swithin.” Nikla raked her fingers through his hair.

  Nikla would be the only person, man or woman, who could make Sweet love hearing his name mentioned out loud. Whenever his mother said it, he’d cringed. Then again, when she said it, an admonishment followed.

  Sweet moved his mouth over to her other breast and gave it the same loving treatment he’d given the first. Down on his knees, he brought one leg over his shoulder. Face to face with her delectable pussy, he wasted no time in tasting her essence.

  The first tongue swipe over her clitoris got him rewarded with a moan that echoed off the bathroom walls. He moved his tongue back and forth over her, teasing her, wanting her to come, to yield to him, to need him.

  With the ha
nd that held her propped up thigh, Sweet moved it down her leg to her ass. He palmed it, squeezing it hard enough for her to know that she belonged to him. Then he curved his hand under her and attempted to push his finger in between her cheeks. As soon as he felt her clamping her cheeks together, he peered up at her.

  “Relax.”

  Nikla nodded, but her ass told a different story. Still clenched, she wouldn’t allow his finger to dip inside.

  Instead of commanding her, Sweet decided to coax her reaction. He twirled his tongue around her hardened nub until he felt her knee buckle. He lowered his head and slid his tongue back and forth over her vaginal opening.

  “Yes.” Nikla’s hips gyrated in concert with his oral ministrations.

  Soon Sweet felt her ass relax. He took that opportunity to slide his finger in between her firm cheeks. He brushed his finger over her asshole. For that, Nikla gasped. She fisted his hair.

  Sweet didn’t need encouragement to satisfy this woman. He continued licking her, dipping her tongue inside her until he felt her legs shaking. At that point, he knew he had to get her over the edge.

  He slipped his finger inside her tight asshole.

  “Oh, God! Yes! Yes!” Nikla gripped his hair and her body froze.

  Sweet’s scalp throbbed under her grasp, but he didn’t care. He loved getting her to come.

  When Nikla came down from her orgasm, Sweet stood. He pushed her against the shower stall wall and held up one leg as he guided the tip of his cock into her opening. He eased himself inside her tight channel.

  As he entered her, Nikla’s fingernails clawed his shoulders. Sweet kept his arm hooked under her leg as he made his thrusts. He also made sure to keep his stare directly on her eyes.

  “So good.” Sweet wanted to call the moment perfect.

  Too afraid of jinxing the moment, he stopped at calling it good. Just as he saw what he thought could have been a tear escaping her eye, Nikla buried her face in the crook of his neck.

  Hell, they stood in a shower. It could have been water. If Sweet hadn’t felt her internal walls tightening around him, he would have chalked it up to the shower.