Licorice Whips (22 page)

With the mask in place, Sweet reached behind her and undid her bra.

Nikla swallowed. “Nudity is allowed?”

“Trust that I won’t do anything to you that I shouldn’t. With me, you’re safe.”

She nodded. With it off, he hung it on a wall.

“Up,” he said as he walked back to her.

Nikla stood from the floor. Her knees throbbed. She couldn’t think about them right now. Her focus remained on Sweet.

Keeping his stare on her, he hooked his finger into the side of her thong and pulled it down her legs.

Bracing her hands on his shoulders, Nikla stepped out of them. Sweet hung them up on the wall along with her bra.

Being completely nude in a strange place in front of this man, Nikla would have thought she would have been self-conscious. Instead she felt free. The way Sweet looked at her, she now felt beautiful.

“Do you remember your safe words, Sugar Baby?” he asked as he moved to a corner of the room.

“Yes. Green, yellow, and red.”

Nikla watched his every move, his every step. She couldn’t help but feel helpless when he moved away from her and no longer looked at her. Standing in her underwear wearing her heels that she desperately wanted off her feet, she felt so unprepared if something were to happen. No one knew Sweet had taken her to this place. She hadn’t told Deana or her father about Sweet. If he hurt her, no one would know.

Nikla struggled to swallow. Her breathing became shallow. She balled her hands and pounded her thighs with her fists.

Sweet stood in front of her and framed her face with his large hands. “Breathe. Look at me and breathe.”

Even with his soothing voice, Nikla felt the attack coming on and she didn’t think she could stop it. “Just take me home.” She placed her hand on her chest.

“Come here.” Sweet held her hand and pulled her over to a large, high-back wooden chair with black leather accents on the back and arms.

He sat down first and pulled her onto his lap.

“I can’t breathe.” Nikla felt her throat tightening.

The longer she stayed in this room in this dungeon, the worse her breathing had become.

“Shh.” He held her arm around her wrist and pressed on a spot on her inner wrist. “Look at me and listen to my voice.”

Nikla nodded. She attempted to bring Sweet into focus.

He smoothed his thumb over her cheek. “Keep looking at me. Don’t stop looking at me, okay?”

She nodded again. With each movement of her head, her focus became fuzzier and fuzzier.

“Deep breath in and hold it, then release.” Sweet never broke his stare. “You’re stronger than this.”

Nikla had hoped to hold herself together for her first trip to Sweet’s playground. It embarrassed her that she came off so scared.

“You feel my thumb on your wrist?” he asked.

“Y-y-yes, Sir.”

Sweet shook his head. “Don’t worry about the scene right now. You keep breathing in and out. Concentrate on where my thumb is and your breathing.”

Nikla struggled to take in deep breaths. “Can’t believe I’m doing this. I swore I wouldn’t panic.”

“It’s just us in here. Don’t think about anything else. Nothing else matters.”

Nikla kept her stare on his face to see if he had been teasing her. When his normally stoic face remained that way, she blinked. “Help me, please.”

“Do you know how brave you are to come in here, crawl on the floor, and get naked? You’re a lot stronger than you give yourself credit.”

She smiled. “Yeah? You think so?”

Sweet stared at her for a moment. “You feeling better?”

She nodded. “Maybe we do things where I’m lying down.”

Sweet shook his head. “You’re with the wrong Dom if you think you’re going to take it easy in here.” He patted her backside. “Up.”

Nikla stood on wobbly legs. Sweet helped her to the corner of the room where a cross she’d seen the woman hanging from over her head when she first walked into the dungeon sat.

“Put your hands up.”

Nikla did as instructed. Sweet wasted no time in wrapping a padded cuff around each.

“Let me show you something. See this?” Sweet engaged a clip that connected the cuff to the eyebolt that attached to the cross. “This is called a panic clip.”

Nikla snickered. “Sounds appropriate for me.”

“If you’re unable to say your safe word or if I’m incapacitated, you just hit this clip like this and it’ll set you free.” He showed her how to operate the clip then watched her do it one time. “Very good, Sugar Baby. Now spread your legs.”

Sweet crouched down and gave her ankles the same treatment as her wrists.

“You know I am really, really flexible.” Nikla liked this salacious side to herself that Sweet brought out in her.

As Sweet secured her other ankle, he moaned. “Good to know for future activities.” He stood.

Inches away from her face, he leaned in, his lips parted. Nikla smelled that familiar musky scent that she’d grown to love. She moved her face in closer to his just as he pulled back.

“You are a dangerous woman, Sugar Baby.” He tapped the end of her nose with his finger before going to the wall of toys.

Nikla heard him opening a drawer. “Says the man who has me tied up to a big X.” She heard the distinct sound of chains clinking together. She swallowed.

“A St. Andrew’s cross.” He turned back to her. “You can stop all of this if you want. You can engage the panic clips and go home.” He turned around and showed off a thin chain that looked like they had clips on either ends.

“You’re my ride.” Nikla couldn’t remove her stare from the chained device as he approached her.

He shook his head. “I wouldn’t leave you stranded.”

“Not your style, right?”

“You’re starting to get to know me.”

Not enough, Nikla wanted to say. The man in the menacing black motorcycle boots, jeans, and a simple t-shirt seemed like an opened book, but he came off guarded. Each time she played with him, she discovered more about him.

Sweet brought his face next to hers. She felt his lips brush against the shell of her ear. Nikla wanted to rip off her mask and press her face against his. She squirmed against the cross. She wanted to release herself and touch this man. Letting herself go from the restraints would keep her bound in her old ways of thinking, of wanting to try to control every moment. She had to let Sweet lead.

Sweet held her breast, which made her gasp. Nikla balled her toes and pulled against her cuffs. This time when her heart pounded, she knew it stemmed from a different reason. Why the hell had she agreed to keep their relationship sex free?

In her ear he whispered, “As the Dom, I decide when we play. If I’m not in the mood, it won’t happen.”

His hot breath warmed her body. Nikla no longer felt the chill swirling about the dungeon.

He continued. “When we do play, you can set the pace. I decide the implements. You decide the rhythm. Understand?”

Unable to speak, Nikla nodded.

“Talk to me.”

“Yes. Yes. Yes, Sir.” She panted her words as he massaged her tit.

Sweet’s thumb brushed over her nipple. The motion hardened it more than before. The sounds of Nikla’s panting breath echoed off the walls. He stiffened it to a painful level, and she wanted more.

The kisses Sweet made down her face to her neck eventually landed him at her other breast. He drew her nipple into his mouth, grazing the hardened pebble with his teeth.

Nikla gripped the chains that held her as Sweet lovingly laved her breast. When he moaned, she did also. She felt the vibration through her body.

He kissed across her chest to her other breast and gave it the same treatment with his hot mouth. When she felt something pinch her unattended nipple, Nikla gasped. She looked down to see a clamp on her nipple and a chain dangling from it.

Sweet pulled back from her and regained eye contact. “No more candy.” He grabbed the other end of the chain and showed her the other clamp. He opened the small rubber-tipped clip, held her breast, then attached it to her other nipple.

On instinct, Nikla held her breath as she allowed the slight discomfort to wash through her body, from her head down to her toes.

“Breathe. Breathe through the pain.” Sweet held the dangling chain that connected her nipples and tugged on it.

The motion forced her to breathe. She released a scream and pushed back against the cross.

He released the chain and let it brush against the skin in between her breasts. The feeling of the pressure on her nipples consumed Nikla’s thoughts. Her father, her desire to own and run own business, her job, nothing entered her mind except for the clamps.

“Yes. Green.” The pain hadn’t been too unbearable. As long as she kept her concentration, she learned to sink into the feeling.

The pain became a part of her, like a child that she helped create and pushed through her body. Nikla closed her eyes and brushed her back against the hard wood that supported her.

“Look at me.”

Sweet’s demand didn’t surprise Nikla. She opened her eyes and brought the man into focus. In his large hands, he held several clothespins.

When he approached her, Nikla raised herself higher on her toes to brace for whatever came next.

While Sweet stared into her eyes, like an expert, he clipped one pin onto her breast beside her nipple.

Nikla sucked air in between her teeth. She leaned her head back as she adjusted to this new sensation, this new pain. Balling her hands into fists, she prepared herself for the next pin, which Sweet affixed on the other side of her nipple.

“Fuck!” Nikla exhaled. Her breathing became erratic, but she refused to activate her clips. She could take this.

“Concentrate on where the clothespins are pinching you,” Sweet said as he pinned another on her other tit.

Unable to verbally respond without cursing, Nikla nodded.

Sweet continued pinning her skin for what seemed like hours, but had to have been a minute or so.

“Look down.”

Nikla opened her eyes and peered down at herself. She counted about eight clothespins jutting from her breasts, making her look like a freak, especially next to the nipple clamps.

From looking at the pins and clamps, Nikla became overwhelmed with a strange reaction: pride. She had endured this. Sweet trusted that she could be strong enough to take this type of play.

Sweet had retrieved a large, heavy-looking flogger.  He stood a few feet in front of her. “You don’t really understand this dynamic, do you?”

Nikla chewed on her lip as she watched Sweet swinging the flogger back and forth as though warming up for the full-on assault.

“You’re very impressive.” He swung the flogger and allowed the heavy tails to thud against her chest and slide down her body and over the chain and pins. The impact dislodged two of the pins.

“Oh, God!” The feeling of the impact against her chest took her breath for a moment.

Unlike with the nipple clamps, she couldn’t settle into this intense sensation. Just as she got used to the pound on her chest and the falls pulling on the chain, Sweet inflicted another hit, and another. With each hit, one by one, the clothespins popped from her body, leaving in their wake sensitive patches of skin.

Nikla turned her face away, thinking if she didn’t see the hit coming that she could take the impact better. Instead, the surprise startled her more.

She didn’t want to stop Sweet. She could take this.

Sweet landed the flogger on her a few more times, each time hitting her harder and harder. Nikla imagined her chest must be red from the impacts.

“Shit! Yellow.” Nikla felt the sweat dripping down underneath her mask.

She hoped Sweet didn’t think he had reduced her to tears.

While keeping her eyes closed, she felt one of the clamps release from her nipple. She opened her eyes to see Sweet removing the torture device. With both gone, blood rushed into her nipples and inflicted a painful, stinging sensation that, had she not been held up by the restraints, would have dropped her to her knees.

Aside from palming her breasts, Sweet offered little in relief. Then again, she didn’t want him to soften the blow. She’d sustained the treatment. The feeling almost felt like a badge of honor.

Nikla peered down to see if she could see a mark. As she suspected, her chest had transformed into a dark crimson color. Her dark brown nipples had a distinct indentation on the sides. A line of dark, rust-colored blotches went across both breasts. She smiled.

Sweet returned to the wall and removed something that looked like a dowel rod. He came back to her and stood off to the side. With a swift motion, he smacked the stick against her thighs. The intense pain shifted her focus to the sensation he’d given her legs.

He brought the cane up higher and spanked it against her upper thighs. “What are you thinking?”

“How—how—how good this would feel on my ass.”

Nikla didn’t know if Sweet wanted to prove her wrong or right, but he continued slapping the cane against different areas of her thighs. He stood directly in front of her. He tapped the cane between her thighs, moving up to her pussy, but not touching it.

Nikla lowered herself as much as she could with her wrists bound to the top of the cross.

Sweet stopped the spanking to regard her for a moment. He went back to the wall, returned the one cane to the wall, and instead grabbed two thinner canes. He held the canes like long drumsticks. Like a drummer, he gave her alternating taps over her breasts, circling her nipple, and hitting all sides of her tit.

Nikla leaned her head back and took the pain that she wanted, that she needed. Juices flowed from the apex of her thighs. She couldn’t imagine what else he could do to her that would top this moment.

Sweet continued the drumming down her body. He tapped the thin canes over her heated thighs, ignited them again.

“Oh, you’re killing me.” Nikla leaned her head back. She noticed that the drumming stopped.

She brought her head back up and looked at Sweet.

“Did you want me to stop?” he asked as he held the two canes in one hand.

Nikla shook her head. “No, Sir.”

“And this is why there are safe words.” He placed the canes on a counter.