Cupcakes and Crooked Spoons (Sweet Treats Book 3)

by Charity B.

  “Okay, I guess we’ll see. I just want to be your best friend, the other half of you.” I hold his hand so our promise and our scars are joined together. “When you bleed, I bleed, and that will never change.”

  He kisses me, testing my promise, and I kiss him back. He pulls me against him and holds me tight to him.

  We lie like that for a long time until he leans over to reach under the coffee table. When I see what he’s getting, my heart leaps. I’ve just been through two days of drug free, constant sex, so as soon as I imagine the needle going into my skin, I actually moan with anticipation.

  “Let’s get high, Love.”

  Four Years Later—October 2014

  “I wish he would have let me have the day off too,” Tavin grumbles as she throws on her sunglasses.

  I put down the birthday gifts she got me and wrap my arms around her. “I know, Love. We’ll celebrate tonight okay?”

  “Fine. I love you.” Kissing me, she whispers, “Happy birthday.” Just before she closes the door she adds, “Wait for me so we can pick out your cake together.”

  “Sure thing,” I chuckle at her.

  Sitting on the couch, I put on the new beanie she got me and cut some lines. Once I’m thoroughly coked out, I go outside and wait for the cab to pick me up.

  Logan let me have the day off for my birthday, and since Tavin has a playdate until this evening, I’ll be celebrating with Nikki. I have the driver stop at the bakery so I can pick up a cake before taking me to her house.

  Nikki’s waiting for me on her knees like the perfect plaything she is. “Hello, Plaything.”

  Her smile is small and sweet. “Hello, Toben…Happy birthday.”

  “Thank you, Lotus.”

  I place the cake on the dresser and as I stand in front of her, she reaches up to undo my pants. She loves sucking my cock and when she’s compliant like this, it makes me want to give her the tenderness she craves.

  Her light, strawberry hair has gotten so long, and as I run my fingers through it, she pulls down my boxers and leisurely licks the tip. Trailing her tongue up my length, she continues until she reaches the base. The way she looks up at me makes me so fucking hard while simultaneously making me have guilt because of how she feels about me.

  I enjoy letting her suck me as I slowly slide between her lips. With both of my hands, I brush her hair away from her face and hold her head to pull her up, kissing her once she’s standing.

  “Put your hands behind your back and bend over the bed,” I murmur against her lips.

  She nods and when she obeys, her tiny nightie slides up, exposing her little panties. She really is so beautiful. I remove my jeans and boxers before kneeling next to her. More of her lightly freckled skin is exposed as I pull her pretty underwear to her knees, and off her legs. Her hips lift in invitation, and I run my fingers over her wet entrance.

  “Do you want me inside you before we play?”

  “Yes,” she responds immediately. Looking over her shoulder, her hair falls in her face. “I want to look at you.”

  Sometimes, she gives me this feeling. I can’t explain it and I don’t want to. So, I abolish it. Holding onto her clasped hands, I pull her arms back to lift her up. When she cries out in pain, I release her and spin her to face me like she asked.

  “Just don’t get confused, Nik.”

  Tears fall as she nods. “Yes, Toben.”

  I let out a small breath as I kiss her neck and pick her up to lay her on the bed. Continuing my kisses to her shoulder, I pull down the strap of her night dress and expose her breast. I trail my tongue around her nipple as she arches her back, urging me to suck. Her hands trail down my back to my ass, pushing our bodies closer. She’s so slick that it’s easier than usual to slide right into her. Her moans are soft next to my ear, and she feels so good that I can’t stop myself from pumping her faster.

  The sound of the door opening behind me causes me to jump off of her and Nikki to gasp. I whip around to see a smiling Logan in the doorway.

  “Oh good, you’re here.” He strolls into the room as my heart rate slows. “I brought you a birthday present.”

  I take in a breath as he looks at Nikki. “Thank you, Logan.”

  He reaches out and holds his hand above her pussy, looking at me with an arched brow. “May I?”

  I want to lunge at him and almost do when Nikki looks at me in horror. It’s been awhile since she’s seen him.

  “I’d prefer you didn’t, Logan.”

  He smirks with a nod as he walks back to the door. “Come now, Plaything.”

  I grab my jeans and kiss Nikki. “I’ll be right back.”

  Rushing to follow him, I button my jeans as I meet him on the stairs. When we turn into the hall on the main floor, my pulse quickens.

  No way. He didn’t.

  He takes a key from the top of the doorframe and smiles. “What is the one thing you’ve continuously asked me for, Toben?”

  He fucking did.

  There’s no stopping the grin from spreading. “Another Lotus.”

  Unlocking the door, he swings it open to show me a girl, blindfolded and bound, on her knees on the floor. “Meet your new plaything. Her name is Tiffany.”

  She’s shaking as I kneel down in front of her and remove her blindfold. Her wet eyes are brown and rimmed in red. Her hair is dark and decently long. I like long hair. When she focuses and makes eye contact with me, I smile.

  “Thank you, Logan. She’s perfect.”

  “Happy birthday, Plaything. While I’m sure you prefer to choose her clothing, I did put some things in the closet to get her through the next few days.”

  I stand to face him. I can’t believe he finally did this. I need to know if she’s truly all mine. “Is she…a virgin?”

  He grins with pride. “It’s been confirmed that yes, her hymen is in place.” Patting my back, he says, “I’ll leave you to your initiation.”

  I let out a big breath because I wasn’t completely sure how he was expecting this to go. I don’t want him near her ever again. I loathe how many times he’s had Nikki.

  “Thank you, Logan.”

  As soon as he shuts the door, I turn to my gift. Tonight is about to get a lot more interesting.

  “Hello.” Her eyes narrow as I crouch down. “My name is Toben, and you are my new plaything.”

  “Why am I here?” She cries.

  “To play with me, of course.”

  My tools are all upstairs. I hadn’t wanted to have her initiation in front of Nikki, but she’s going to need to understand this new dynamic quickly and Nikki is not going to like this.

  She’s still bound, so I tie the blindfold back on and pull on her arm to get her to stand. I lead her up the stairs and unlock Nikki’s door to find her in her position once again.

  She looks up to me and as soon as she smiles, it fades away. I drag Tiffany to the bed and throw her on the mattress before I remove her blindfold.

  “Do you like the gift Logan got me?” I ask Nikki.

  Her tears are coming down in a steady flow when she whispers, “Who is she?”

  “She’s our new playmate. You’ll be seeing a lot of her.”

  Her head shakes as if she refuses to hear the words. “But, I’m your plaything.”

  “And now, she is too.” While I try hard not to admit it to myself, I do hate when Nikki’s heart breaks. It’s just necessary, and we both have to get used to it.

  Her eyes beg me not to do this, so I turn to a whimpering Tiffany. “Do you understand what you are now? What your role is?”

  She shakes her head and I don’t understand how none of these girls know to answer questions with words. I grab her throat and her eyes bulge in fear. “Use words to respond from now on or you won’t have a tongue to speak with.”

  It’s an empty threat. I won’t ever mutilate her that way, she doesn’t know that though.

  Beauty among my destruction.

  She nods quickly and says, “Yes, Toby.”

/>   I don’t know why that pisses me off so much. She isn’t intentionally misspeaking, but it makes me feel like she isn’t scared of me enough to remember my name. I’m going to change that and make sure she pays better fucking attention.

  I backhand her so hard she falls back on the bed. “My name is Toben. Don’t make that mistake again.”

  Her cries are loud and since I still don’t normally have a use for one, I never asked Logan for a scold’s bridle. “Yes, Toben.”

  Nearly touching my nose to hers, I unbind her wrists. “You are being really loud. I don’t like loud. If I end up having to gag you, this will be a lot worse than it needs to be.” I tie her to the bedframe and pull down her green panties before turning to a silently crying Nikki. I spread Tiffany’s legs and slide my fingers into her dry pussy. She squirms and fights, but I keep my eyes on Nikki. “What would you like to see me do first? Lick her pussy or fuck her mouth?”

  Nikki shakes her head and cries, “Don’t make me watch this, Toben. Please.”

  “Keep talking to me like that and that’s all you’ll be doing.”

  She bites her lip and sniffles. “Make her suck your dick, Toben.”

  Tiffany shakes her head as I get up to my knees and undo my jeans. I move closer to her face and lift her head so she can reach my cock. She tries to move away, but I still force myself into her mouth.

  “Suck me, Lotus. Trust me, you want to go along with this.” Finally, she complies and I turn to Nikki, “Her hot little mouth feels amazing, but not as good as yours. Would you like to come share?”

  Nikki stands up and answers through cries. “Yes, Toben.”

  Walking around the bed, she climbs on and kneels next to Tiffany. She takes my erection out of her mouth and slides it into her own. “That’s right, Plaything. Show her how good little sluts take cock.” As Nikki passes me between both of their lips, I finger them both. “Have either of you ever licked pussy?”

  “No, Toben,” they both respond.

  “Nikki, I want you to sit on her face.” I rub my finger over Nikki’s clit as I look to Tiffany. “Lick her here. If you make her come, I won’t hurt you this time besides giving you my mark. Understand?”

  She sniffs. “Yes, Toben.”

  Continuing to finger Tiffany, I watch as Nikki puts her pussy over Tiffany’s mouth. As soon as her tongue darts out and flicks over her bud, Nikki grinds against her. I keep my eyes on them as I situate between Tiffany’s legs and spread apart her lips. I lightly trace my tongue between her folds before making my way to her clit. It doesn’t take long for her body to beg me to continue.

  Once she’s wet enough, I get on my knees and line the tip with her hole and shove inside, taking her purity with a single thrust. She screams into Nikki’s pussy and it makes me fuck her harder. Blood drips onto the sheets as her body shakes.

  “Scream like that again and this is going to get a lot worse.”

  She cries as I spread her body with mine, but her tongue starts moving again. This is so fucking hot. They are both mine and they both have to do anything I want. As Nikki bucks against her tongue, my orgasm explodes into Tiffany.

  “Fuck, Playthings, we are going to have a lot of fun together. I lean forward and taste some of Nikki’s orgasm before I get up and pull on my pants. “Nikki, clean her up, while I get ready to sign her.”

  “Yes, Toben.” She climbs off the bed for a towel. “No, Plaything. With your mouth.”

  Her horrified expression makes me chuckle as I go to my bag of tools, retrieving a blade and the blowtorch.

  “Alright, Nikki, untie her and show her how to wait in position.” Tiffany is still sobbing as she’s untied and follows Nikki’s actions. I turn on the torch and heat up the blade just enough for a clean cut. “After today, you will not doubt who you belong to. Nikki, show her your marking.” Nikki obeys turning to show her the healed T on her back. “You are now my art, my possession, and today I’m signing you.”

  She looks to Nikki for help and her face falls at the expression of neutrality she sees. I kneel behind her and dig the blade into her skin, carving two quick lines, one horizontal and one vertical, making a T.

  She gasps in pain, though she doesn’t scream. She should be grateful that I’m not Logan. His marking hurt a hell of a lot worse than this. The blood drips from the fresh cuts and I stand to get a cloth from the bathroom.

  When I walk back out, Tiffany is still sobbing and Nikki snaps, “Would you dry it up, bitch? You have no idea how good you have it.” She scoffs, “Actually, keep it up and maybe he’ll kill you sooner rather than later.”

  I grin at her possessiveness as I walk back into the room and dab the cloth over Tiffany’s cuts. Once they are passible as clean, I grab the rope and pull her up by her hair.

  I smile at Nikki. “I’m going to get Tiffany situated, then we’ll have cake and get high together, okay, Plaything?”

  “Yes, Toben.”

  Yanking Tiffany down the hall, I pull her down the stairs. As soon as we’re in her room, I drag her to the bed and tie her to the headboard. “If you happen to get free before I return, just know, the windows are bolted shut and made of ballistic glass, so there’s no way out.” I dig in my pocket and pull out one of the chewy fruit candies and place it in her mouth. “I have a gift for you since you did so well.”

  Taking the works kit out of my pocket, I prepare the rig. She whimpers when she sees the needle, but once it’s in her veins, she’s gone in the realm of dreams.

  “Welcome home, Plaything.”

  Six months later—April, 2015

  He’s doped up already? He did it less than twelve hours ago and it’s not even noon yet. Logan is going to start figuring out that he’s been buying it elsewhere. Not that I don’t smoke, snort, and shoot half the stuff he gets, still, I try to keep the heroin to at least every other day.

  Last year, we developed a bad habit and Logan cancelled all of our Clients and locked us in the basement for over a week so we could get through the withdrawals. We obviously have a bit of another one because a couple of weeks ago, I got sick at Master’s and Logan told him he had to allow me to take enough heroin to keep the sickness away. Master was furious. I was sore for days after that one. Misty said she hadn’t seen him that pissed in over a decade. Logan says he will get us clean again, he just hasn’t had the time and he’s not at all happy about it. At least it’s not nearly as bad as last time.

  “Toben, hey, wake up.”

  “Hey, Love.” He slurs the words as he rolls off the couch.

  I hold his face in my hands and look into his eyes. Yeah, he’ll be out of it for a while. I kiss him.

  “I gotta go. I have a Client. I love you.”

  “Uh huh. I love…”

  I sigh as I take off his beanie and pull the blanket off the couch to cover him up. The pink lollipop on the coffee table catches my attention. He left it there after his playdate last night. Well, it’s mine now. He knows how this works.

  Another office, another suit, another cock, another day. The cab drops me off at the address for Mr. Davis.

  The structure is a decent size compared to the surrounding buildings, but what really stands out, is the giant vulture on the front. Even though it seems a bit flashy to me, it’s definitely different. It almost looks like they smooshed two separate buildings together.

  The main entrance is a blue glass cylinder, while to the left it becomes more square and blocky with setback windows making it appear to be inside of a box.

  I walk through the glass front doors and the way it looks inside is just as showy as the outside. I’ve never seen an office quite like this. A quiet boom sound forces me to look over my shoulder. A huge screen that takes up the entire wall, like the ones in theaters, is playing movie trailers.

  First, it shows a cartoon, then switches to an action blow ’em up. Glass framed film posters are strategically placed in between dolls, T-shirts, and all sorts of other random objects covered in movie paraphernalia. There are
also a ton of pictures of pretty girls dressed up in costumes. This place is definitely unusual. Every single chair looks so comfortable and the yellow-brick-road yellow and gray color scheme is exciting and inviting. Behind the large, curved desk to the left of the entrance is the same vulture from the front of the building.

  Vulture Theaters

  It’s written in large black letters trimmed in the same bright yellow.

  I’m never supposed to talk to the receptionists or the secretaries. My instructions are simply to go to the intended office and knock three times. On occasion, they will stop me, usually though, if I don’t give them a reason to notice me, they won’t.

  There are two sets of elevators toward the back. To get to Mr. Davis’ office, I’m to take the one on the left to the top floor. Once the doors open, I step inside with two men and a woman. I’m thankful there’s a railing lining the elevator and I clutch it as the car jolts, taking us up to our floors. The other passengers leave at their desired destinations and when the ding sounds for mine, the doors open and I panic.

  I was told Mr. Davis’ office would be to the right of the elevator, but there are three of them to the right.

  I can’t ask the receptionist, so I pick the one closest to the elevator and pray it’s the right one. When I lift my hand to the door, I hear a muffled banging sound. I knock three times and wait. The noise stops abruptly and after what feels like forever, the handle turns. I suddenly realize that having candy might make it look like I just came from another playdate. Well, that’s not good. I take a deep breath and when I look up, I have to look up more.

  For about three seconds, my body shuts down. I can’t speak, I can’t breathe, and I definitely can’t take my eyes off the man standing in the doorway.

  I don’t know what’s going on.

  His hair is messy and the most gorgeous blond I have ever seen. While it’s nowhere near as long as Toben’s, it’s still long enough for him to run his fingers through it…which he’s doing right now. His skin is light and golden, like the sun hugged him. His broad shoulders are beautifully on display in a dress shirt that’s partially unbuttoned, showing me not near enough. He has a five o’clock shadow on his strong jaw and his lips are…oh my.