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| Site contents Copyright © 2005-2015 Bridget Midway All Rights Reserved |
Licorice Whips
Sweet recognized that her wall had gone up. He had to keep her talking. “So you and your parents.”
Nikla released a long breath. “You’re not letting that one go.”
“Answer.”
“My parents divorced as soon as I graduated from high school. I’m the baby. I think they hung on just for me.”
Sweet took a step aside and held up the pot off the heat. “Here. Take this and swirl it around in the pot.”
Nikla hesitated. She stared at the caramel the same way she looked at the store. He wondered where the
confident woman who marched up and down in front of his store had gone.
“It’s going to burn if you don’t swirl this.” Sweet presented her with the pot again.
This time, Nikla took it and made a circular motion over the flaming blue eye.
Sweet noticed her tentative method but at least she tried. “Faster.”
When she paused, Sweet took matters into his own hands. He stood behind her and placed his hand over hers.
He gripped the handle and moved the pot around.
To keep from touching the stove, and a great way to get her body closer to his, Sweet wrapped his free arm
around her and put his hand on her incredibly flat stomach.
Nikla stiffened under his touch at first before she relaxed into him. Her back brushed against his chest. Her ass
pushed against the front of his jeans. In response, Sweet bore down on her.
Nikla spoke as a way to break up the tension in the air. “And this is nothing but sugar? No water or anything
else in there?”
“That’s right. It all melted.” Sweet enjoyed feeling her toned arms as she moved the pot under his
manipulations. Before his mind continued to wander, he pressed on with his questioning. “Finish telling me
about your parents.”
Sweet brushed his thumb over her stomach to ease her fears.
“My dad owns his own business. My mom, as soon as the ink dried on her divorce papers, moved back to
Maryland to be with her family.” Her last statement seemed to hurt her to even say.
Sweet’s heart thudded at her admission. “But you’re her family.”
She snickered. Through her laughter, she sounded like she agreed with what he said and like she’d made that
same argument to herself. “She wanted to stay close to her parents and siblings.”
“You hated her for that.”
Nikla whipped her head around to glare at him. “Why would you say something like that? I don’t hate my
mother.”
“But you didn’t appreciate what she did. Instead of saying she wanted to be close to your grandparents, aunts,
and uncles, you said she wanted to be close to her parents and her siblings. You’re disassociating yourself
from her like she was a stranger.”
Nikla dropped her gaze back down to the pot. “She didn’t even ask me to go. She just...left.”
Sweet watched her. His heart broke for her, for her sadness and disappointment. Instinctually, he held onto her
tighter as she continued swirling the hot sugar.
He thought she would have shrugged away from his touch. Nikla held onto his arm that he had around her body.
Her vulnerability struck his heart, a place he’d kept closed off after Melinda had torn it to shreds.
“What about you and your father?” Sweet asked.
Nikla straightened up. “Work in progress.”
Sweet nodded. He’d pushed her enough. Despite her wanting his rental property, he didn’t want to see her
broken.
He peered into the pot. “Okay, we want the caramel dark but not burnt. If you notice it getting too dark for your
liking, pull it off the stove eye onto a cool surface and keep moving it around.”
Nikla nodded and did as instructed. What a good student. The way she took direction, the way she folded into
his arms, she would probably make an exceptional submissive.
Sweet liked the color he saw in the pan. “Excellent.”
“I do know how to cook, by the way. I have never made candy.” Nikla looked into the pot to observe her creation.
With great reluctance, Sweet released his hold on her. He turned off the flame on the stove and set the pot on
an unused eye.
He reached behind himself to the counter and picked up some butter. “Now it’s time to drop the butter into the
sugar and let it cool it down until we have caramel.”
Nikla glanced at him. “And that’s it?”
“We’ll add one more ingredient after that.” He nodded. “Then that’s it.”
She blinked as though she thought the whole process would be a lot harder.
Now Sweet understood why Masaun liked teaching. Sweet enjoyed seeing that little connection to the lesson he
taught. “So why were you so afraid to come in here?”
Nikla started to say something but stopped herself. She released a nervous giggle. “Well the alternative is
worse than this.”
Sweet rutted his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“You proposed two businesses. I wouldn’t want to be in your other world with you.” She laughed and shook her
head.
“What other world?” Sweet knew what she meant but he had to hear her say the words.
Nikla’s shoulders dropped as she stared at him. “I Googled you and found out your other life, unless that
journalist was a liar.”
Sweet regarded her for a moment, wondering how to proceed with her. Honesty had been helping him the
entire time. No reason to stop now. After pouring in some heavy whipping cream, he had Nikla stir the
concoction together before having her set the light brown liquid to the side.
“The article didn’t lie.” Sweet leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. “I am a BDSM
Dom when I’m not working.”
“Oh.” Nikla’s bottom lip trembled. “I see. And you do your thing–”
Sweet cut her off. “At a place called The Dollhouse down at the Oceanfront. Have you heard of it?”
She nodded as though afraid to admit out loud that she knew the place.
He pointed to her. “You look scared. Is it because it’s unknown to you?”
Nikla shook her head. “It sounds like you hurt people.”
Her statement made him bristle. “Far from the truth. I give what my submissive wants. Sometimes what they
want is something intense.”
Nikla released a nervous snort. “Submissive.”
“Or slave.”
At that moniker, she glared at him. “So it makes you feel like a big man to–”
“To give a woman what she wants? Absolutely.” He kept his stare on her, not wanting her to break down, but
trying to see if she would challenge him. “But I don’t only play at The Dollhouse. And I don’t have to use the
standard whips and chains that you see.” He scanned the kitchen. “I could play with you in here. There are
enough implements in here to make a woman submit and bring her to an intense orgasm.”
Nikla regarded him for a moment before she burst into laughter. “In a candy store? Yeah, right. I’d like to see
that happen.”
Sweet shrugged. “Your wish is my command. Stay right here.”
He darted into the main candy store and grabbed a small hand basket for his goodies. He loaded some licorice
strings, a few large lollipops, a couple of candy rings, a candy necklace, and some jellybeans.
When he returned to the kitchen area, he found Nikla looking like she wanted to head to the door.
“Are you quitting?” He’d worded the question to challenge her.
Nikla turned back to him and took a deep breath. She shook her head. “No.”
He smiled. “Good. Take off your clothes and get on the table.”
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Nikla released a long breath. “You’re not letting that one go.”
“Answer.”
“My parents divorced as soon as I graduated from high school. I’m the baby. I think they hung on just for me.”
Sweet took a step aside and held up the pot off the heat. “Here. Take this and swirl it around in the pot.”
Nikla hesitated. She stared at the caramel the same way she looked at the store. He wondered where the
confident woman who marched up and down in front of his store had gone.
“It’s going to burn if you don’t swirl this.” Sweet presented her with the pot again.
This time, Nikla took it and made a circular motion over the flaming blue eye.
Sweet noticed her tentative method but at least she tried. “Faster.”
When she paused, Sweet took matters into his own hands. He stood behind her and placed his hand over hers.
He gripped the handle and moved the pot around.
To keep from touching the stove, and a great way to get her body closer to his, Sweet wrapped his free arm
around her and put his hand on her incredibly flat stomach.
Nikla stiffened under his touch at first before she relaxed into him. Her back brushed against his chest. Her ass
pushed against the front of his jeans. In response, Sweet bore down on her.
Nikla spoke as a way to break up the tension in the air. “And this is nothing but sugar? No water or anything
else in there?”
“That’s right. It all melted.” Sweet enjoyed feeling her toned arms as she moved the pot under his
manipulations. Before his mind continued to wander, he pressed on with his questioning. “Finish telling me
about your parents.”
Sweet brushed his thumb over her stomach to ease her fears.
“My dad owns his own business. My mom, as soon as the ink dried on her divorce papers, moved back to
Maryland to be with her family.” Her last statement seemed to hurt her to even say.
Sweet’s heart thudded at her admission. “But you’re her family.”
She snickered. Through her laughter, she sounded like she agreed with what he said and like she’d made that
same argument to herself. “She wanted to stay close to her parents and siblings.”
“You hated her for that.”
Nikla whipped her head around to glare at him. “Why would you say something like that? I don’t hate my
mother.”
“But you didn’t appreciate what she did. Instead of saying she wanted to be close to your grandparents, aunts,
and uncles, you said she wanted to be close to her parents and her siblings. You’re disassociating yourself
from her like she was a stranger.”
Nikla dropped her gaze back down to the pot. “She didn’t even ask me to go. She just...left.”
Sweet watched her. His heart broke for her, for her sadness and disappointment. Instinctually, he held onto her
tighter as she continued swirling the hot sugar.
He thought she would have shrugged away from his touch. Nikla held onto his arm that he had around her body.
Her vulnerability struck his heart, a place he’d kept closed off after Melinda had torn it to shreds.
“What about you and your father?” Sweet asked.
Nikla straightened up. “Work in progress.”
Sweet nodded. He’d pushed her enough. Despite her wanting his rental property, he didn’t want to see her
broken.
He peered into the pot. “Okay, we want the caramel dark but not burnt. If you notice it getting too dark for your
liking, pull it off the stove eye onto a cool surface and keep moving it around.”
Nikla nodded and did as instructed. What a good student. The way she took direction, the way she folded into
his arms, she would probably make an exceptional submissive.
Sweet liked the color he saw in the pan. “Excellent.”
“I do know how to cook, by the way. I have never made candy.” Nikla looked into the pot to observe her creation.
With great reluctance, Sweet released his hold on her. He turned off the flame on the stove and set the pot on
an unused eye.
He reached behind himself to the counter and picked up some butter. “Now it’s time to drop the butter into the
sugar and let it cool it down until we have caramel.”
Nikla glanced at him. “And that’s it?”
“We’ll add one more ingredient after that.” He nodded. “Then that’s it.”
She blinked as though she thought the whole process would be a lot harder.
Now Sweet understood why Masaun liked teaching. Sweet enjoyed seeing that little connection to the lesson he
taught. “So why were you so afraid to come in here?”
Nikla started to say something but stopped herself. She released a nervous giggle. “Well the alternative is
worse than this.”
Sweet rutted his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“You proposed two businesses. I wouldn’t want to be in your other world with you.” She laughed and shook her
head.
“What other world?” Sweet knew what she meant but he had to hear her say the words.
Nikla’s shoulders dropped as she stared at him. “I Googled you and found out your other life, unless that
journalist was a liar.”
Sweet regarded her for a moment, wondering how to proceed with her. Honesty had been helping him the
entire time. No reason to stop now. After pouring in some heavy whipping cream, he had Nikla stir the
concoction together before having her set the light brown liquid to the side.
“The article didn’t lie.” Sweet leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. “I am a BDSM
Dom when I’m not working.”
“Oh.” Nikla’s bottom lip trembled. “I see. And you do your thing–”
Sweet cut her off. “At a place called The Dollhouse down at the Oceanfront. Have you heard of it?”
She nodded as though afraid to admit out loud that she knew the place.
He pointed to her. “You look scared. Is it because it’s unknown to you?”
Nikla shook her head. “It sounds like you hurt people.”
Her statement made him bristle. “Far from the truth. I give what my submissive wants. Sometimes what they
want is something intense.”
Nikla released a nervous snort. “Submissive.”
“Or slave.”
At that moniker, she glared at him. “So it makes you feel like a big man to–”
“To give a woman what she wants? Absolutely.” He kept his stare on her, not wanting her to break down, but
trying to see if she would challenge him. “But I don’t only play at The Dollhouse. And I don’t have to use the
standard whips and chains that you see.” He scanned the kitchen. “I could play with you in here. There are
enough implements in here to make a woman submit and bring her to an intense orgasm.”
Nikla regarded him for a moment before she burst into laughter. “In a candy store? Yeah, right. I’d like to see
that happen.”
Sweet shrugged. “Your wish is my command. Stay right here.”
He darted into the main candy store and grabbed a small hand basket for his goodies. He loaded some licorice
strings, a few large lollipops, a couple of candy rings, a candy necklace, and some jellybeans.
When he returned to the kitchen area, he found Nikla looking like she wanted to head to the door.
“Are you quitting?” He’d worded the question to challenge her.
Nikla turned back to him and took a deep breath. She shook her head. “No.”
He smiled. “Good. Take off your clothes and get on the table.”
Copyright © 2013 by Bridget Midway. All rights reserved.