Chapter 6: Rules are Like Sluts

Candy shook her head and joined Nick behind the counter. Things with the Myers sisters had gone about as well as they could have, but Candy still felt like curling up into a ball and dying. She settled for leaning back into Nick’s tall, solid body, and letting him wrap his arms around her.

“You smell nice,” she said, as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

“You do too,” he murmured. “Like a sweet, slutty pumpkin cupcake.”

“I think the pumpkin’s probably the cookies,” she pointed out.

He kissed the top of her head. “Probably,” he agreed.

They stood like that for several minutes, enjoying the closeness. She could feel the warmth of his body, his solid chest, and the soft rise and fall of his breathing. She could also feel his hard cock pressing insistently against her ass. She was still sore from her caning, which made it a little uncomfortable, but it was an ache that she enjoyed.

“Harriet and Helen seemed nice,” Nick murmured, his lips brushing her ear.

“They’re incorrigible,” Candy said, rolling her eyes.

“You told them you’re my fucktoy?” he chuckled.

Candy felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, a shiver of shame coursing through her. “They asked,” she mumbled. That hadn’t been strictly true, but if there was anyone who might understand this thing with Nick it was Helen and Harriet.

“And?” Nick prodded.

Candy shrugged. “They wanted to know if you were any good with your tongue.”

“Well, what did you tell her?” he asked, his tone light, and playful.

“The truth,” Candy said, trying to sound coy.

“And that is?”

“That I’ve never cum harder than I did on your tongue,” she replied, the words spilling from her.

Nick chuckled. “You’re a dirty, little slut,” he murmured, a teasing note in his voice.

Candy grinned, her face still warm.

“What else did they say?” he asked, his lips brushing her ear.

“Helen said I was too nice. That I let others take advantage of me.”

Nick tightened his grip around her waist. “I like taking advantage of you,” he said, his lips brushing her ear.

She swallowed, his words filling her with a delicious mix of pleasure and dread. “I think,” she said, her voice low, and trembling, “that I like it too.”

Nick was silent for a moment. “Did you tell them that I hurt you?”

Candy stiffened, her whole body tensing. “No,” she said, shaking her head.

“Do you like it when I hurt you, Candy?”

“Yes,” she admitted.

“You’re afraid of me?”

“Yes.”

“Because you know I’ll hurt you?” he asked.

“No,” Candy said, her voice catching in her throat. “Because I don’t know what comes next. I don’t know the rules, and I’m afraid of what I’ll do to make you hurt me.”

Nick was quiet, his lips brushing the back of her neck, sending a shiver through her. “Rules are like sluts,” he said, his voice disturbingly gentle. “They’re made to be broken.”

Candy’s breath caught in her throat.

“But I promise, I’ll be there every time, to pick up the pieces.”

Candy’s eyes were closed, her entire body trembling.

“Relax,” he whispered.

“Okay,” she said, exhaling slowly.

“Good girl,” he murmured, giving her a gentle squeeze.

“Sir?” she asked, her voice still trembling.

“Yes, Candy?”

“I was wondering...”

“What?”

“When are you planning to fuck me?”

Nick’s lips found her ear, his teeth grazing her lobe. “How badly do you want it, slut?” he growled, his voice low, and rough.

“So bad,” she gasped. “I’ve been dripping for you all morning.”

“Have you?” he asked, a growl catching in his throat.

“Please, sir,” she whimpered, grinding her ass back into him.

He bit down, her lobe pinched between his teeth.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned, her whole body shuddering.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice harsh, and commanding.

Candy whined, her knees threatening to give out, her body aching for him.

“But I have something for you, Candy Cane.”

“A treat, sir?” she asked, a hopeful note in her voice.

“Of sorts,” he murmured, a dark smile on his lips.

“Will it make me a good girl?” she asked, her tone almost playful.

“No, Candy,” he whispered, a deep, rumbling laugh vibrating through his chest. “It’ll make you a dirty, little, used-up, cock-whore.”

“Fuck!” Candy whimpered.

Nick’s hand moved between her legs, pressing against her sex through her jeans.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Take out my cock,” he ordered.

“What?” she asked, a flash of panic coursing through her.

“Unbutton my fly and pull out my cock,” he said.

Candy looked at the front door. They’d had a rush of customers, but things had slowed down and the store was empty.

“I don’t want to get caught,” she said, her stomach tightening.

“It’s not a request, cunt.”

Candy sobbed, her chest tight. It was one thing for him to play with her tits, or her ass. But if anyone came in, and they saw her with Nick’s cock in her hand ... She was so nervous her hands were shaking as she reached behind her. Her fingers fumbled at his belt, struggling to free the buckle.

“Hurry up,” he ordered.

“Sorry,” she whimpered, her hands finally managing to unbuckle his belt.

“Hurry up, or I’ll have to hurt you.”

“Okay,” she said, her hands moving to his zipper. Her heart was racing. She could hear the blood pounding in her ears. This was so dangerous, so fucked up, and yet ... She couldn’t help but feel a little thrill as she eased his zipper down.

Candy bit her lip, sliding her hand back into his pants

“Pull it out,” he ordered.

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, her hand fumbling through his boxers.

Nick’s cock was hard, his length pulsing in her hand.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his hands settling on her shoulders. “On your knees,” he ordered, his voice firm but insistent as he guided her down.

Candy whimpered softly, letting go of his cock as she turned, sinking to her knees. A grimace crossed her face when her tender bottom made contact against the back of her legs.

He hovered, just inches from her lips. It had been a while since she’d done this—longer still since she’d actually enjoyed it. But Nick ... Nick was different. His cock was beautiful, thick and curved, the head large, a little darker than the shaft. She leaned closer, taking him in her hand. His skin was warm and silky smooth, his shaft pulsing in her hand.

“Open,” he said, his fingers twining through her hair, tugging her head back.

Candy obediently parted her lips and Nick pushed himself between them, sliding slowly into her. She moaned around his cock, a low throaty sound that filled the shop.

“Good girl,” he grunted, the words filled with approval. “Now let’s see how deep my slut can go.”

Nick tightened his grip, his fingers digging into her scalp, and forced himself into her. Candy gagged at the sudden, violent penetration, tears springing to her eyes, drool dripping down her chin, as his thick cock stretched her throat.

“One last breath,” he offered teasingly.

She took a panicked inhalation through her nose, and relaxed her throat.

“Good enough,” he grunted, and started to thrust, fucking her face.

Candy gagged, her throat convulsing, saliva bubbling up. Tears burned her eyes, her jaw aching as she struggled to accommodate him. But Nick didn’t care. He, only tightened his grip and thrust deeper. She tried to breathe through her nose, her hands grasping his thighs, but it was impossible.

His hips rocked forward, cracking the back of Candy’s head against the counter.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling back for a moment, letting her take a quick breath. “You’re such a nasty suck-slut, Candy.”

Candy coughed, her lungs burning. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, Nick thrust himself into her, his cock shoving past her tonsils, forcing himself deeper with each thrust until she could feel his balls pressing against her chin. Candy whimpered, her cheeks flushing with shame, a fresh surge of arousal spreading through her as her lips brushed his trimmed pubes. She looked up, her brown eyes wide and pleading.

He held himself there, her body thrashing under him, hands clawing at his legs, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her face burned with humiliation, her pussy throbbing. Finally, she went limp, surrendering to him, the darkness creeping in around her vision.

He pulled back, and she sucked in a lungful of air, coughing violently, her throat raw, her chest heaving.

“Good girl,” Nick grunted, his voice a low growl. “I’m going to use your face now.”

Candy nodded, gasping, trying to catch her breath. She knew better than to resist. She’d never been treated so roughly, but somehow it felt right.

Nick thrust in again, his cock shoving deep into her throat, cutting off her oxygen. He grunted, pulling back, his hips rocking, his hands holding her firmly as he face-fucked her. She gagged and sputtered, but didn’t fight him, only held still and let him use her.

She was drowning in sensation, his musky scent, the weight of his cock on her tongue, the way his balls brushed her chin. She gripped his thighs, fingers digging into the denim. She could barely breathe and was so overwhelmed she almost didn’t hear the door.

The bell above the entrance chimed and Candy froze, her throat tightening as she felt her heart skip a beat. She panicked. Her body squirmed, fighting him, desperate to pull away, to tell him to stop. Nick held her firmly in place, his hands on either side of her head, most of his cock buried deep in her reluctant throat, and still a look of utter nonchalance on his face.