Licorice Whips

by Bridget Midway

  “What did he say to you?” Sweet asked as he put his arm around her tiny waist.

  “He said how lucky I was to have you as my master.” She put her arm around him.

  Sweet nodded.

  “But said that if things didn’t work out between us that I should look him up.”

  Sweet gritted his teeth. Tough had broken the code between Dominants. Although he wanted to admonish the man for his brazen behavior, how could he when he’d defied the number one rule at The Dollhouse: he had sex.

  Because of that, he would have to limit his play to his home, at another Dom or Domme’s house, or drive to D.C. or North Carolina for some club action.

  “Would my master like something to drink?” Nikla asked.

  Sweet nodded. “Iced tea if you can find any, or anything diet.”

  She bowed her head and it made Sweet wonder how in the world he’d gotten so lucky to find her. Find her? She practically delivered herself to his doorstep.

  When Nikla returned with his drink he directed her to follow him. In the corner of the dining room sat a large dog cage with a naked man inside lying on a fleece-lined dog bed. Sweet sat on top of the cage and brought Nikla onto his lap. The slave continued sleeping, a feat considering the noise level in the house.

  “Am I doing okay?” Nikla asked and adjusted herself on his lap.

  Sweet placed his hand on her ass to steady her and to feel her firm cheek. “I’ll tell you if you do something wrong.” He took a sip of his drink.

  Iced tea. Good submissive.

  He placed the cup to her lips to give her a sip. Nikla drank whatever he gave her.

  Sweet sat the cup on top of the cage, then pulled Nikla close to him. “Let me introduce you to some people.”

  She nodded and smiled.

  Sweet stood and held Nikla’s hand. He introduced her to a few Dominants and a couple of club submissives. He found that Nikla would only nod to acknowledge them until he gave her a couple taps on her side.

  Damn, she was good.

  After a pleasant conversation with Madame Le Freak, a prim Englishwoman with a penchant for cock-and-ball torture, Sweet pulled Nikla aside. “Let’s go to the dungeon.”

  Sweet pulled her toward Masaun and Kindle’s playroom. The room already overflowed with party guests. As Sweet pulled her through the room to the back corner, Nikla noticed another door, one that had a man wearing a police costume standing next to it.

  “Raspberries are delicious,” Sweet said, knowing the code phrase to get into the dungeon.

  The man nodded and opened the door for him. The additional room remained illuminated only by a purple-tinted light bulb. Although a large area rug covered the cherry hardwood floor, plastic sat on top of it.

  Sweet found Razor with Lolli strung up on a cross and whipping her. Sweet assumed he worked on Lolli. The woman wore a full hood. With her back to him, he couldn’t tell if zippers covered her eyes and mouth. From her audible cries, if a zipper existed over her mouth then Razor must have had it opened.

  Red welts marked up her pale back and ass cheeks. A small crowd of admirers gathered around the duo.

  In one corner of the large room, a Domme had a naked male submissive on the floor under a mechanic’s light that she used as a spotlight. She had pads from a TENS unit attached to the underside of his penis. When she engaged the electric current, the man twitched, winced, and eventually moaned. Pre-cum dripped from the tip of his penis.

  Between panting breaths, he uttered, “Thank you, ma’am.”

  Nikla squeezed Sweet’s hand. “Whatever you want to do to me, I’ll do it.” She smiled. “I want this. I want you.”

  Sweet longed to hear those words, not just from anyone, from Nikla. He led her to another area of the expansive dungeon, which housed a bed and it looked like an attached bathroom.

  A Domme sat in a chair in the center of the room. In her ornate Marie Antoinette-like costume, Sweet nearly missed the man underneath her chair. Only his feet appeared from under her large ball gown of a dress.

  “What is he doing?” Nikla asked without taking her stare off the woman whose eyes rolled to the back of her head several times.

  “Queening.” Sweet pointed. “The seat of the chair is gone.” He leaned down and whispered. “So are her panties.”

  Nikla split her attention between him and the queen on her throne. “Oh.” She stared at the woman longer until an audible slurp sounded in the open room. “Oh!”

  “Good boy.” The woman snapped her white lace fan open to cool down her face. When she opened her eyes and spotted Sweet, she smiled. “We’ll be done soon.”

  “Take your time.” Sweet put his hand to the small of Nikla’s back. “We’ll use the bed.”

  Nikla followed Sweet over to the bed. From the excited look in her eyes, he believed that if he had told her that they would be having sex that she would have done it.

  “Take off your top.”

  Nikla didn’t hesitate. She started to undo the buttons on her crop top as Sweet went to a dresser. Considering he helped Masaun stock this room, he knew where he kept some of his toys. Sweet found six glass therapeutic cups. He picked them up and headed back to the bed.

  Sweet found Nikla without her top standing for his next order. As she stood frozen to her spot, he leaned down and whispered, “Your tits are amazing.” He bent his head down and licked one nipple, which made Nikla giggle.

  “Only you could make Donald Trump sexy.” She covered her mouth with her hand.

  After placing the six curved cups on a side table he put his index finger over her lips. “Don’t speak unless I give you permission.”

  Nikla nodded.

  “Good. Lie on the bed on your stomach.”

  She obeyed his directive, turning her head to watch him. Sweet ducked into the bathroom to retrieve a bottle of rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and a cup of water. He sat on the bed next to Nikla’s body.

  “Ever heard of cupping?” Sweet asked as he smoothed his hand over her skin.

  Not only did he want to touch her, but he also had to check for any blemishes, scratches, or scars.

  Nikla shook her head.

  “Good. I like introducing you to new things.” He removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. How Masaun could wear a suit day in and day out baffled Sweet. Then again, the man showed up to his own Halloween party naked except for a strategically placed leaf.

  “Cupping may have come from an ancient Chinese practice to draw toxins from the skin.” Sweet dipped a cotton ball into a capful of alcohol. “I also heard it may be used as a cancer treatment.” He lit the white puff ball until he saw a slight light blue flame. He dropped it into one of the glass cups for a couple of seconds before turning over the cup and dropping the cotton ball into the cup of water. “I don’t believe any of that.” He placed the open mouth of the cup onto Nikla’s bare back. “I just love the way it alters a person’s body.”

  Nikla jumped a little when the jar touched her. Then she drew air in between her teeth as her skin sucked into the cup.

  Nikla tried reaching behind herself to touch the cup but Sweet arrested her hand and placed it back on the bed.

  He held one of the cups in her face. “I’m using this on your back. I put a lit cotton ball in it for a second before I put it on you. The residual heat draws your skin into it like a vacuum. Permission to speak. Does it hurt?”

  She shook her head. “No. It just feels strange, like getting a hickey from a bigmouth bass.”

  “Strange is good. I’ll take strange.” Sweet continued the same process of lighting cotton balls, dropping them into the glass cups, removing them before affixing them to her skin.

  It didn’t take him long to have two rows of the glass domes down her back. When she took a deep breath, the circular glasses rose and fell.

  Sweet pressed his hand on her back and smoothed it all the way down between the rows to her ass.

  Not able to resist her, he kissed the side of her face. “You
are so incredible.”

  “Yes, she is.”

  Sweet turned when he heard the familiar voice coming from behind him. He had to stand when he spotted the speaker.

  “No hug for me?” Melinda asked with her arms outstretched.

  “What are you doing here at Dom Hawk’s party?” No way would his brother betray him and invite her.

  “I came with someone else.” She took a step closer to him. “I don’t have to leave with him, though.”

  Sweet remained grounded in his spot. “I’m with Sugar Baby.”

  “Just for play though, right?”

  Sweet shook his head. “You have a good time at the party. I’m going to continue to play with my submissive. I’m sure the person you came here with wouldn’t appreciate you offering yourself to other Doms.”

  Melinda snickered. When Sweet didn’t break her smile disappeared.

  “That was always your problem, Sweet. You took things too fucking seriously. It’s just play.” She reached out to touch him. “It’s just sex.”

  Sweet grabbed her wrist. “It’s Master Sweet to you. Don’t touch me unless I give you permission.” He released her hand. “You’re more than welcome to watch me play with Sugar Baby.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Not ever again.” Sweet turned his back on her and resumed his spot next to Nikla. He listened to Melinda’s pounding steps as she stormed out of the dungeon.

  Although he’d instructed Nikla not to say a word, her expression spoke volumes. He couldn’t have this conversation now. Not there.

  While gently tugging a patch of skin by a glass dome, he broke the seal and released it. As he knew it would, it left a raised, bubbled, circular red mark on her back. He pressed his lips against her warm flesh. He did the same process after releasing each cup.

  “Let’s go.” Sweet stood and helped Nikla to her feet.

  She picked up her top and wrapped it around her body. When Sweet noticed her wincing, he turned her around. He saw that her top rubbed against the center of where he had two of the cups.

  Sweet removed the top and helped her put on his jacket. He buttoned it but it still gaped open in the front. “Good thing we’re going home.”

  Sweet started to head to the door when Masaun’s arrival stopped him.

  Masaun looked around Sweet at Nikla. “Nikla–”

  “Sugar Baby.” Sweet wanted his brother to adhere to his own rules.

  “Will you wait for us in the main house?” Masaun asked Nikla.

  Sweet turned to her. “We’re going home anyway. Go get your coat and meet me by the truck.” He kissed her temple.

  Nikla walked out of the room.

  When Sweet felt she couldn’t hear their conversation, he lit into Masaun. “You couldn’t warn me about Melinda?”

  Masaun glanced behind himself. “She’s here? I didn’t know.”

  “She said she arrived with someone you invited.” Sweet planted his hands on his hips.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah.” He thought about the brief encounter and nodded. “Better than okay.”

  “Good. Now we need to talk. Why the hell didn’t you tell me you got kicked out of The Dollhouse?”

  Sweet exhaled. “Because I didn’t want a lecture. I knew what I was doing at the time was wrong, but damn it, it felt so right.”

  “You have to think about consequences for your actions. You can’t just do what you want because it feels good.”

  “Yes, I can. And I can open a second business if I want.” Sweet attempted to walk by his brother, but he knew with a statement like that that Masaun wouldn’t let it fly.

  “What do you mean? What did you do?”

  “Nothing yet. But I should know something soon.”

  “God damn it, Sweet! You don’t exist in a vacuum. Your decisions affect other people. If you go through some deal without involving me, then I want to buy you out of Decadent Treats and you can go down on your own.”

  Sweet stared at his brother like he saw a stranger in front of him. “Thanks, man. Good to know I can always count on you.”

  Sweet went outside, relieved to see Nikla by his truck. He should have told Kindle goodbye but he didn’t feel social right now. Masaun sucked the life out of him.

  His only salvation, the only bright spot, stood next to his truck. Holding her coat in her arms, she smiled at him as he made his way to her.

  “Everything okay?” she asked as he unlocked the passenger door.

  “It will be as soon as I get you back to my place.” Sweet helped her inside.

  He would have a lot of decisions to make in the next few days. For now, he would enjoy being with this woman.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  “Who was that woman to you?” Nikla asked as soon as they headed to Sweet’s place. She wanted to ask him when he talked to her, but she couldn’t.

  “Melinda,” Sweet said simply.

  “Your last submissive.”

  “Yeah, and more.” Sweet glanced at her. “She’s also my ex-wife.”

  Nikla wanted to hide her shocked expression, but she knew from Sweet’s reaction that it must have shown all over her face.

  “Masaun doesn’t even know we were married. I never told him. We did a justice of the peace thing. We were together for a couple of years before she wanted to explore other options, which for her meant not only playing with other Doms but sleeping with them, too. I liked playing, but I didn’t want an open relationship, not like that.” Sweet cleared his throat. “Since we didn’t have kids or property, we got divorced just as quietly.”

  Sweet pulled into the Decadent Treats parking lot. Before either one could get out of the vehicle, Nikla held Sweet’s hand.

  “Her loss is my gain.” She smiled to reassure him.

  “How does your back feel?” He rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand.

  “Sensitive.”

  Sweet nodded. Without a word, he got out of the truck then helped her out on her side. He got her up to his apartment. As soon as he locked the door, Sweet directed her every move.

  He undressed her and made her undress him. Sweet lifted Nikla into his arms and carried her to his bed. Nikla never noticed how soft the comforter felt until her now sensitive back made contact with it.

  “How’s it feel?” Sweet asked as though knowing what ran through her head.

  “It feels like I can feel each and every thread. It’s so weird.” Nikla curved her back to feel more of the sensation.

  “Be right back.” Sweet hopped off the bed and headed to the kitchen.

  Nikla heard him opening up a cabinet, then the freezer. The distinct sounds of clinking in a glass clued her in that the man had gone after some ice, maybe for a drink.

  Sweet returned with a tall, frosty glass filled with ice and nothing else.

  “What’s that for?” she asked.

  “You’ll see.”

  Before any more conversation could be had, Sweet pressed his mouth onto hers, but he possessed a gentleness this time that she hadn’t experienced before with him. His hand coasted down her body, cupping her breast and massaging it as though he wanted to permanently imprint this moment, her body, into his memory.

  Sweet moved his hand down to her ass and held it. He used his other hand to cradle the back of her head. Had they had a future together, she would have loved this treatment. Now it felt like a parting gift. If he wanted this to be their last hurrah, then she wanted it her way.

  Nikla pushed against his shoulder with all of her force to roll him onto his back. He barely moved.

  “What are you doing?” He said between kissing the side of her face.

  “I want you on your back.” Nikla continued pushing him as though he would eventually budge.

  “Nope. I’m running this. You just enjoy the ride.” Sweet started kissing down her body.

  “But–”

  He stopped long enough to glare at her. “If you move again, I’m tying you to the bed.”

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p; “Really?” Ready for some kink, Nikla wiggled from under him but he held her still.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Fuck me.” She licked his bottom lip. “Take me. Make me yours.”

  Instead of acknowledging what Nikla had said, Sweet continued dragging his lips down her body. At her breasts, he circled his tongue around her nipple, forcing it to a hardness that offered her both pain and pleasure.

  Nikla ran her fingers through her thick hair and gripped it. Sweet moved over to her unattended tit and gave it the same treatment. By the time he moved down her body to between her thighs, every inch of her flesh went on high alert. Tingles ran through her body. The blood that pumped through her back heightened her already sensitive flesh.

  Sweet pushed her legs apart. When the tip of his tongue touched her clit her body became electrified. When she writhed, her back brushed against the covers.

  “Yes,” Nikla hissed.

  Her hips undulated courtesy of his oral ministrations. She never felt so alive, so needed, so precious.

  Sweet reached up and grabbed an ice cube from the glass. He placed it in his mouth and went down on her again.

  “Oh, God!” Nikla cried out and arched her back.

  When she blew her breath out, she could have sworn she could see a puff of frosty exhalation floating in front of her face. The cold sensation Sweet applied to her clit seemed like it froze her insides in the best way.

  Sweet slipped a finger inside and Nikla felt herself break.

  “No.” She didn’t want to come yet.

  Nikla didn’t want to experience an orgasm at all. In her gut she knew Sweet wanted this to be their last moment together. She couldn’t reconcile that in her head. Coming to her meant the end.

  “Am I hurting you?” Sweet growled from between her legs.

  “Please stop.” She attempted to close her legs but Sweet kept them pried apart.

  He sat up on his knees, scooped her up, and sat on the edge of the bed with her on his lap facing him. “What are you so afraid of?”

  When Sweet reached down between their bodies, Nikla held his wrist.

  “Don’t. Please don’t.”

  Ignoring her pleas, he positioned his erection at her center and slid himself inside. Both exhaled as though their bodies had fused into one.