Cupcakes and Crooked Spoons (Sweet Treats Book 3)

by Charity B.

  She does it.

  This shit is done, she’s mine.

  I get her nice and coked out, which makes getting her to agree to come home with me nearly effortless.

  “Eighty-three twenty-six South Morningstar Avenue,” I tell the cabbie.

  We start kissing and I can’t believe how her legs just fall open for me. I pull her panties to the side, running my finger along her slick folds.

  “God, you’re all wet.”

  She moans and pushes her pussy onto my hand, wanting more.

  Oh, she’ll get more.

  We get to my house and I take her straight upstairs. I can’t risk her seeing something of Tavin’s. When we’re in my room, I lock the door. She can’t be running out before I’m done. I kiss her hard and press my body against hers while I walk her to my bed. I slam her down and push open her legs. Ripping her panties down, I shove my tongue into her pussy while I rub her clit with my thumb.

  “Oh my God.” She’s already panting. I move my tongue to her clit, replacing my thumb. I haven’t been down here long when she tenses up and tries to pull away. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I keep her against my mouth.

  “Wait.” She gasps, “I think I’m going to pee.”

  She isn’t going to pee. Pummeling her with my fingers, I keep sucking and licking while she keeps bucking. “Toben, stop! Something is wrong!”

  The sound she makes is hot as fuck and I smile. I’m tasting her first orgasm. When she completely stops pulsing, I remove my mouth.

  “You’ve have never had an orgasm before?”

  Her chest is heaving while she shakes her head. Wow. No wonder she’s so uptight.

  Nice time is over now, though. It’s time to play.

  “Get naked.”

  Her eyes flick to mine as she takes off her skirt and I get the chords. When her shirt and bra are on the floor, I order, “Get on your knees and spread your legs.”

  Now she looks a little worried and she most definitely should. I use the chords to tie her wrists. I don’t need Logan seeing scratch marks. She starts freaking out and rolls to her side while trying to crawl away.

  “Get back on your knees.”

  “What are you doing?!”

  Questions. At least Nikki knows when to shut up. “Telling you to get back on your fucking knees!”

  The waterworks start. “I don’t understand! Why are you doing this?!”

  I clutch her hair and drag her back up to the correct position.

  “Because I had an epic day from hell, now open your mouth.” She actually does it and I unzip my jeans. “Have you ever sucked a dick?”

  She shakes her head. Nonverbal responses are so insulting. I crouch down in front of her and squeeze her jaw. “When I ask you a question, you need to answer and address me by name.” I stand back up and stroke myself. “Now let’s try this again. Have. You. Ever. Sucked. Dick?”

  “No, Toben.”

  Much Better.

  “Good.”

  I push into her mouth and she gags. Gross. I’m not going to get her to stop doing that in one night, so I’ll just have to endure it. When I’m satisfied with her mouth, I pull out and go for a tool. While I wish I had my whip, I’m curious about what this cheese grater will do to her perfect porcelain skin. I bet Tavin’s skin would look just like hers without the scars. I grab one of the knives as well.

  “Get on the bed and open your legs.”

  “Toben I-”

  “I didn’t tell you to talk, I told you to get on the bed. I don’t like repeating myself, Cadence.”

  She gets up, and sprints for the door.

  Not happening.

  I’m on her in half a second, pressing her chest against the door by pushing mine against her back, and I wipe her hair off her face.

  “Tag. You’re it.”

  I lift her by the waist and carry her to the bed while she cries, “Please, please don’t do this!”

  Those words give me pause. How many times have we pleaded with Logan not to do something? This afternoon was one of those times. Did he ever relent?

  Hell no.

  I slam her on the bed, momentarily lying down the cheese grater and the knife to lift her wrists above her head and tie them to my headboard. I’m losing my mind and so fucking alive at the same time. There are only three things that make me feel anything anymore. Tavin, drugs, and playing.

  Right now, it’s time for play.

  I spread her legs open and run my hand over her cunt that’s still slick with her earlier orgasm. I get the head wet with her juices before slamming into her and she screams.

  Good God she’s tight.

  I cover her mouth because I am not listening to that all night. When I look down to watch myself pull out of her, my dick is covered in blood. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t wondering if she was a virgin, but what nineteen-year-old doesn’t have sex?

  “You didn’t mention that.”

  When I release her mouth, she gasps before crying, “I thought you wouldn’t like me.”

  Honestly, knowing would have just guaranteed this further. I don’t stop battering her and as soon as she starts crying I cover her mouth back up. Picking up the cheese grater, I flip her over so that she is on her knees, lift her ass and shove back into her bloody pussy. I know this is going to make her scream so I shove her head down into the pillow before swiping the grater over her shoulder. While the pillow muffles her, the bitch has some pipes on her.

  Well, that’s disappointing.

  I hoped it would cut little slivers of skin, and all it does is takes out one big chunk. Tossing it to the side, I pick up the knife and slice perfect little lines into her back. I get the idea to sign her like an artist would a painting. Right over her right shoulder blade, where the lotus is on me, I carve a T about the size of a fist. She bucks to try to get me off of her, and really, it just feels even better. As soon as I pull out and lift off of her, she begins screaming full volume, again.

  Goddamn it! I snatch her underwear off the floor and shove them into her mouth.

  “Seriously, Cadence, you need to shut the fuck up.”

  I pick up the belt and hit her with it, causing the little needles to rip her supple tissue. I hook it onto her leg and receive more muffled screams as I shove back into her. I completely understand why Logan uses the scold’s bridle on his Lotuses. I sure as hell wish I had one right now.

  She’s so damn tight. Pumping her this hard is going to get me off and I’m not quite ready. I pull her up by her hair and sit back on my legs, lifting her onto me. At least she isn’t screaming anymore, though the snot from her crying is pretty damn gross. Reaching around, I rub her clit.

  “I’m almost done, I just want you to come first.”

  Eventually, she cries harder as she contracts, getting me drenched. When I’m sure she’s done, I push her face back down into the pillow. The hand rake is my final tool, and I think I might take it to Nikki’s. Thinking of her house gives me an idea.

  I can keep Cadence.

  Logan gets two Lotuses at a time, why can’t I? I would love to watch Nikki eat her pussy while I’m fucking her. This little escapade has served its purpose well. I haven’t thought about what happened with Tavin this whole time.

  Damn it, I am now, though. It still pisses me off that she said I raped her. I did not rape her. I was forced-there’s a difference. This, what I’m doing to Cadence, this is motherfucking rape. I would never do this to Tavin. This is what I am without her. I don’t even know when I started liking this shit. The ten-year-old version of myself would be appalled, I’m sure, but I am what I am and I truly love this. For once, I’m the one with the control.

  The way Nikki basically begs me to let her suck my cock, all because she wants to please me, is seriously so erotic it’s ridiculous. Little Cadence here will get there eventually. The idea of breaking her makes my blood hum in my veins. She’s finally stopped making noise, thank God, and I’ve done quite a number on her with this rake. With
her back all torn up, I can almost imagine her as Tavin.

  Beauty among my destruction.

  While I know she’s not her, it might feel good to get out things I will never actually say to her.

  “I did everything for you. Fucking everything! I have killed for you, I have raped for you, and I have gotten raped for you! Still, you don’t trust me. The idea of having me inside you is repulsive to you. Do you know how that makes me feel? All I ever wanted was you, and what was it all for? What did it get me? A fucked up life, that’s what. Now you hate me and I don’t even know if you are coming back.” My semen begins to flow into Cadence as I rest my head on her neck and whisper, “I love you so much it hurts.”

  That actually was very cathartic, I feel much better now.

  “There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” I pull out of her and she just lies there. I grab her arm to roll her over and as soon as I do, all of my organs drop to my feet. I think I am going to puke.

  I did it again.

  I killed her.

  Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! I did not mean to do that! I must have held her down for too long. I don’t know what the fuck to do and I’m spun as hell, so I light a cigarette and call Logan.

  “Hello, Plaything.”

  “Hello, Logan… I killed a girl.”

  With a heavy sigh he orders, “Stay put and give me a couple of hours.”

  He takes an hour and a half and shows up with some random sketchy guy in a brown coat. The man goes upstairs after I tell them where she is and Logan hits me across the back of my head.

  “What were you thinking? This is what Nikki’s for.”

  “I know…I was just pissed at Tav and I didn’t want to take it out on her, so I picked a random girl at the bar. I never wanted to kill her, I actually wanted to keep her in one of the other rooms at Nikki’s.”

  He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Toben, you cannot just pick a ‘random girl at the bar’. She probably has a family that will report her missing. What if someone saw her leave with you or a camera caught you on tape? If it was just so easy as to pick a girl off the street, I wouldn’t shell out the money I do for my Lotuses.” He clutches my hair and makes me look at him. “I know you probably want more variety besides Nikki, so I am willing to allow it, though you cannot do this again. If you’re going to continue to fuck bar trash, then you cannot hurt them, and you better wear a Goddamn condom. If you get a disease you’re worthless to me.”

  “Yes, Logan.”

  “Good, now give me your clothes and go shower.”

  As I hand him my bloody clothes with my bloody hands, I shake my head. I cannot believe I did this again.

  SO COZY. TODAY IS MY last day at Master’s and I admit that I’ll miss this bed. It’s even more comfortable than the beds at the hotels. I stretch from my fingers to my toes.

  “I’ll miss your morning stretching shows this week.” He bites my ear as his hand goes in between my legs, sliding in a finger. “You woke up wet for me again, today.”

  Being the whore that I am, I open my legs wider for him as his mouth makes its way to join his fingers. He’s done this a few times, he gets into oral and then gets frustrated because he can’t make me come without some kind of pain.

  He moans into my pussy, “Damn it.” Taking a knife off the tray we had cheese and wine on last night, he goes into the bathroom to clean it. On his way back to me, he says, “I don’t know if I like this. We need to find another way.”

  I hide my smirk as he goes back down on me because he must not dislike it too much, he’s about to do it again.

  As soon as he accomplishes his goal, he shoves in so hard that my head slams against the headboard. “I can’t believe I have to wait a whole week to feel this cunt again.”

  “A week?”

  He wants me to come back next weekend? For the whole thing? I’ll never get any time with Toben and that is just so much sex. He doesn’t slow his pace as he bites my neck.

  “I’ve already paid for next weekend.”

  Awe, seriously? I won’t ever get a break or day off if he keeps doing this.

  “Is that a problem?” He scowls at me so my face must be showing my lack of enthusiasm.

  “No, Master.”

  He pulls out momentarily to flip me on my stomach and grabs the ruler off the nightstand. Master has a student/teacher fetish.

  Last night he made me act out a scene. It was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done, and I wasn’t able to get through it without laughing, which in turn pissed him off so bad he pulled me downstairs and caned me bloody. If I’m honest with myself, it was kind of fun. Besides, I learned that Europe isn’t a country like I always thought. It has a ton of countries inside of it! It doesn’t seem believable that the world is so big. I think he is holding back just enough to keep from breaking the ruler, as he hits me.

  “That’s the second time you lied to me since last night, so I will ask you once more. Is that a problem?”

  I don’t know what to do. I’ll make him mad if I talk about other Clients, but he’ll know if I lie anyway. I guess if he gets mad, then at least I might get suspended again.

  “It’s just…he’ll keep making me see my five clients a week and if I’m with you all weekend…it’s a lot and I’ll never get to spend time with Toben.”

  My head hits the headboard again. “Who the hell is Toben?”

  “He’s my best friend. He’s Sweet Boy.”

  That must be an acceptable answer because his voice drops when he grumbles, “I’m not canceling next weekend, however, we will work something out for the future. You have my word.”

  That surprises me. Why does he care how I feel about it? He’s the one paying.

  “Thank you, Master.”

  I like the sounds he makes when he comes. It’s not gross sounding, it’s more of an animal sound. It’s cute.

  He traces his fingers over my back and kisses in between the cuts. I don’t understand why he would ever pay for me or anyone for that matter. He could have any girl he wants. Maybe I’ll ask him sometime.

  “Time for breakfast.”

  He takes me back to his playroom for one more playdate, and afterwards, as I get dressed, he gives me a bag of sour hard candies.

  If you ask me, I should have gotten at least two bags of candy for a whole dang weekend.

  We don’t speak as he walks me to the door and helps me into my cab. He nods at me through the window as the driver pulls out of his drive and asks me my address.

  Now that I’m on my way home, I’m starting to freak out. Master was actually a nice distraction from the shambles my life is in. I have no idea what to say to Tobe. I’m aware Logan threatened him with my life, but he’s done that a ton of times and I don’t know if he will ever really go through with it. I wish so badly that Toben would have held out a little longer and tested that theory. Regardless, what’s done is done and no number of what-ifs will change it.

  I’ve gone back and forth, over and over in my head, and even though I’m still confused, it’s time to face the music. I pay the driver and climb up my steps. The door is unlocked as usual so I slowly open it while my stomach twists.

  Toben is on the couch sleeping in nothing besides jeans and his notorious beanie. As soon as I see him, tears fill my eyes. We’ve been through everything together. I can’t be without him, I would wither away. We live together, bleed together, and we’ll die together.

  Things will be different now though, they have to be. I know that I can never willingly have sex with him, not now, and that scares me. Will he be too angry or hurt to continue being my friend? I don’t know what he’ll feel, I just know I want his arms around me. I want to smell him and touch his face. In this moment, I want my Tobe. I crawl onto the couch next to him and pull his arm around my waist while I hold his hand. Tears fall more from the relief of his touch than from sorrow.

  “Tavin?” He moves to sit up and when I raise my eyes to his, he’s staring down at me, bordering on
tears.

  I can’t contain myself, I cry into his chest. “I’m sorry. So, so sorry.”

  He squeezes me tight. “Jesus Love, you’re killing me. Please don’t apologize.”

  “I need you too, Toben,” it pours out of me along with the tears, “but I will never be able to be with you like that. I love you, more than anything, I just can’t give you want you want.”

  Toben rarely cries. Right now, though, he’s choking on his sobs. “All I want is you.”

  It’s tempting to believe him. To think that we could make it work. I just know that isn’t fair to ask of him. It’s not enough, as much as he wants it to be.

  “You’ve already been with other girls, so that’s obviously not true.”

  His eyes become fearful as he hovers over me. “No, Tavin, please, I’m so sorry. I will never touch another girl again, I swear.”

  “How is that fair to you?” I shake my head. I’ve made up my mind. “I just want to go back. Back to before things got so sexual between us. I just want to be with you again.”

  “I don’t know how to not touch you, not kiss you.”

  It’s so natural for us to physically show our affection. It’s been that way forever. Even now, as we hold each other we become whole. The idea of not having those things with him brings a cloud of dread down on me and I feel nauseous.

  “I want to still do that stuff. I need it. I need you. We just can’t be together in the romantic sense. It won’t work, Tobe.”

  His fingertips lightly touch my face and he allows his tears to fall. “So what changes?”

  “I don’t think we should make out. If we don’t really let it start, we won’t have to worry about things getting confusing. Everything else should pretty much be the same. When you get a girlfriend, then we’ll reevaluate.”

  He laughs. It’s the most comforting sound and it eases my soul. “That’s not going to happen. I have no desire to be in a relationship with anyone other than you.”

  I sigh, even though I can’t stop my smirk. It makes me feel good that he says that. For a minute, I consider being with him and just letting him get the sex elsewhere. That would hurt too much though. It already breaks my heart to think about.