Cupcakes and Crooked Spoons (Sweet Treats Book 3)

by Charity B.

  “No. Be patient.”

  What’s his deal? “Yes, Alexan-…okay.” Dang it, I have been doing so well with that. I’m too nervous.

  He knits his eyebrows together before he lifts my chin, kissing me sweetly as I sense his hand move to my back. I almost push away when he lifts the hem of my sweater because there’s no way he’s seeing my back or the lotus. I let out a breath when I realize he’s just going for the zipper on my skirt. It’s like he knows we’re only going to be together once and wants to enjoy it. I know I’m enjoying it. My skirt falls to the floor and I get nervous about the needled belt and knife marks. I pray that he doesn’t get turned off or ask me about them. Maybe he won’t notice?

  That hope is shattered when after he kisses my neck, he crouches down so his head is directly level with my panties. I hear him deeply inhale before he kisses me over the lace fabric. He softly moans and I use all of my will power to stop myself from pushing against him. Just a little kiss before he squeezes my hips and slips them off. He acts as though I’m the most beautiful thing in the whole world, and even though it isn’t true, I like feeling like it.

  “You have got the cutest little pussy I’ve ever seen.” I bite my lip and I know I’m flushed when he places a light peck on my swollen pussy lips and looks up at me, eyes smoldering.

  His eyes flick over to the belt marks and he slightly frowns for just a second, then his face quickly relaxes. I wouldn’t have even noticed if I hadn’t been waiting for it. He ignores the scars and moves on, which causes a warm, swollen feeling in my stomach. No callous words or disgusted looks, barely even a reaction at all. Standing back up, he continues to shower me with tender kisses. I’ve never been kissed so softly, leisurely, and gently. Even Toben has always been aggressive in his affection. I don’t want this night to end and I want to feel this man inside me. I want to be a part of him, even if it is only for tonight.

  I bend over to take my stocking off when he grips my wrist again.

  “No. Keep them on.”

  He’s dead serious. I bite back a grin at his leg wear fetish. It’s cute. His hands squeeze around my waist as he lifts me up so I’m eye level with him. I lean forward and give him a soft peck on his nose which gets me that Godlike smile. Next thing I know, I’m flying through the air and I feel panic until I land on his pillowed bed.

  I never knew sex stuff could be like this. This sure isn’t anything like playing with Logan or the Clients. Not even Master. Laughing during this stuff is frowned upon, but that was fun and a giggle falls out anyway. He’s on me instantly and the sweet, slow kisses are gone. His body weight on top of mine is almost too much, I can’t believe I’m feeling this way. My body almost hurts, I want to be touched so badly. I want to see all of him and I know that isn’t fair because he won’t get to see all of me. His shirt is a button up, but there’s no way I am wasting that much time. I find the hem and push it up, feeling the hardness of his body under my fingers. Once it is off of him and on the floor, he chuckles and pulls away from me.

  Okay let me get this straight: he has a face that’s been touched by God, he’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, he smells incredible, he’s an amazing kisser, he’s fun, he likes Nirvana, he gave me candy before sex, and he has a killer body?

  His hands go to my knees as his fingers lightly caress beneath the hem of my stockings before he pushes down, opening my legs for him. His head drops and I feel myself clench at his close proximity.

  Nasty trash.

  It’s just a flash and once again, it disappears. Lips are kissing my thigh right where my knife scars are. I hope he doesn’t notice them and I’m so grateful that nobody has done that to me for a few months. Master has come up with a few other options lately. I can’t see his face well enough to know if he is seeing them. If he is, he isn’t reacting to them. He moves to the other side repeating the action. His kisses are as warm as his touch, and I am dying here. He’s taking his time, when all I want is his tongue on me. Slow, soft kisses everywhere other than where I need them. When his nose presses against my clit, I almost cry. When he finally puts his mouth where I want it, it’s Heaven.

  “You taste even better than I imagined,” he mumbles between licks.

  He’s thought about me.

  His speed and expert pressure is causing a build. I actually think he might do it, he’s going to make me come without pain. Then it falls away. This is so sexy to watch. He looks like he’s having a great time down there and don’t get me wrong, this is…wow, it’s just painful and not in the way I need. He brings me to the brink of orgasm three times, only to have them suddenly stop.

  I want to scream at him to cut me, burn me, something! I want him to make me bleed, destroy my flesh, and mark my body. Oh, just thinking about it… He ceases his feasting and kisses me on my pubic bone before he begins to lift my sweater.

  No!

  This night will end abruptly if he sees. I’m sure normal guys would go flaccid at the sight of my mangled body. There are plenty of Clients who love to tell me how hideous it is.

  I pin my arms down so he can’t move it an inch more. “Leave it on.”

  While the expression on his face tells me that he isn’t happy about it, he would be a lot less happy if he actually saw. His actions tell a different tale when his lips slam into mine before making their way to nipping at my jaw. Then he bites my ear. It’s such a tease move and he has no idea. While it isn’t enough pain to push me over, it’s enough to intensify the ache. When he leans over to retrieve what I hope is a condom, I try to undo his pants again. He lets me continue, so I slide his jeans and underwear down, exposing what feels like a firm, marvelous backside. I wrap my hand partially around him, stroking steadily and he rocks into the motion for a moment before backing away from me and climbing off the bed. He kicks off his shoes and socks before removing the rest of his clothes.

  When he stands up straight, I just know I’m gaping. Master is a sight, believe me, and Toben’s six pack induces mouthwatering, so it’s not like I have never seen a nice body before, but Alexander is perfectly proportioned in every way. Muscles that are large without being bulky, lines cut exactly where they need to be, and with his skin and hair, all he’s missing is wings and a halo.

  “God, you sure do have a body to go with that face, don’t you?”

  As soon as the stupid words leave my mouth, I could die. My only saving grace is his laugh paired with that up-to-no-good smirk he gives me while sliding on the condom. Even that is overwhelmingly hot to watch.

  He crawls back to me on the bed, looking like he will eat me alive and God, I hope he does. He kisses my neck and when he’s back on top of me, I can feel his cock pressing against me.

  This is it. Time to freak out.

  Shit. Shit. Shit. I can’t do this! What am I thinking?! I’m choosing this?! No, this can’t happen. What will I tell him? I look up at his face, his incredible face and I know he will hate me. Just as I’m about to tell him to stop, he slides himself into me. He groans at the same time I gasp at being stretched to the max. I reach for his hips to push him away, when he thrusts back into me and it feels so good I find myself pushing onto him. I’m not getting the dirty fear yet and I might hate myself along with him after this, but for now, I feel amazing. He knows how to fuck and he knows it. He lifts my leg, opening me further as he pushes in deeper.

  “Jesus, that clenching thing you’re doing feels insane.”

  His breathing hitches here and there and it’s so erotic. The muscles in his shoulders and stomach flex every time he pumps, causing the agonizing build of release. When he bites my neck, I think I might scream at him to actually bite me.

  As in: draw blood you bastard.

  I can’t believe I’m actually doing this and liking it. He pulls me on top of him and I ride him with all I have. He’s given me so much and he will never know it, so I show my appreciation the only way I know how. He looks at me with fire and it would be so easy to believe this is real. I forget that he
has no idea that I’m nothing. A plaything for men to do as they wish. If he only knew he was inside of such filth.

  He squeezes my hips. “Damn, you’re good at this.” His voice is much gravellier than it was before and with the slight accent, it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. If I were a normal girl I might be able to come from that alone.

  I want to tell him that this is the first time I’ve ever willingly slept with someone and that it’s amazing. He will always be the one I chose. The one I gave my body to because I wanted to. He will always and forever be mine.

  “So are you.”

  He flips me onto my back again and holds both of my hands over my head while he pounds away. This is so unfair. What I would do for him to hit me with that belt he was wearing. It has a pretty heavy-duty buckle on it.

  Other than the small sounds that escape, I stay quiet. No man wants to hear a girl howling while he’s trying to come. I look up at his beautiful face and notice his jaw clenching.

  Oh no, did I do something? Is he mad? He kind of looks mad. He pulls out of me and I ache for him to come back. When I lean up to ask what’s wrong, his mouth is back on the little bundle of nerves. Oh great. Here we go again. He’s well versed in how to use his tongue, and I don’t know how much more of this I can handle. He’s going at it and I wish more than anything that I was a normal girl so I could come like one.

  He mumbles, “Shit,” and is back inside me before I even know what’s happening. His aggression is much more intense causing him to fuck harder and torment me further. Why is this so agonizing? I usually hate to come because of how I feel afterward, and right now, I would kill for release. Harder and more violent he becomes until his voice, low and angry growls out, “Tell me what I need to do to make you come.”

  Oh crap. He’s one of those. Time to lie.

  “Uh…I already did.”

  He glares at me. “That’s bullshit. Tell me. Now.” Slamming into me hard to emphasize the last word. Clearly, he’s angry.

  What the heck am I supposed to say? If I tell him the truth, he’ll be disgusted and this amazing, incredible, perfect night would have been ruined. I don’t know what to do, so I just make it up and hope to God it’s a thing.

  “I can’t come when I’ve been drinking.”

  “Are you kidding me?”

  Well if he wasn’t mad before, he is now. I don’t know what else to say besides apologize.

  “I’m sorry, Alexander.”

  That’s actually a loaded statement. I’m sorry that I’m not normal, I’m sorry that I dragged him into this, and I’m sorry that I’m not sorry that it was him.

  An erogenous groan coupled with the way his body looks when he comes is quite a combination and I know I am squeezing around his climaxing cock. Now that he’s done and angry, I am left unsure. I feel his finger pressing under my chin, pulling my gaze up to him.

  “You have to give me another try.”

  I bite the inside of my mouth so I don’t smile. He’s a determined thing. Even though I want to consider it, I know he will just get more frustrated and I refuse to tell him about my needs. He isn’t the type to be into that kind of thing. I like the way he looks at me and I know that would go away if I told him.

  When he slides out of me, I’m immediately saddened at the fact that I will never feel him again. This is it. It’s over. My night as a normal girl is finished.

  After he gets up to throw the condom away, he comes back and stands next to the bed as he slides two fingers back in. Slowly, he pushes them into me and I know he isn’t angry anymore. Maybe he never really was.

  “I’m going to take a shower. You are welcome to join or you can go downstairs and have a glass of wine…” He seems to consider that, “actually no wine. Coffee. You can have coffee.” That’s sweet. He wants me to sober up so he can get me off. Oh, how I wish that was the issue. I need to get dressed so I can leave while he’s in the shower. It seems mean, but how else am I going to get out of here without hurting his feelings? When I go to put on my clothes, he pulls out his own and holds them out for me. “These will be much more comfortable for the night.”

  He’s expecting me to stay the night and for the trillionth time tonight, I wish I could be who he thinks I am. Whoever that is. He bends over to kiss me and I know this is goodbye. He will visit me in my dreams, he will be with me while I’m with the Clients, and he will exist in my memory. I almost want to cry when I think about having to go back to the Clients, so I focus on how I got more than I ever knew I wanted, with this date, with him. I kiss him back and try to tell him everything with this kiss. I try to make him feel what I feel with this kiss. I don’t want to stop, I don’t want this to be the end.

  It is the end.

  His fingers play with a piece of my hair, “I’ll be right out.”

  He gives me that smile and I lock it away to save for an especially sad day. I give him the best happy face that I can before he leaves forever, behind the door on the right.

  I let out a slow breath, throw my skirt and panties back on, and grab my boots. I hurry down the stairs, back across his living room and into the entryway before I exit the front door. Once I am at the end of the path, I turn to get one last look before I climb the fence. I find myself smiling as I stroll to the end of the street and call a cab. I’m still smiling the whole way back to my house and when I climb the steps, I have to forcibly wipe it from my face before I go inside.

  Toben jumps from the couch as I walk in and I roll my eyes at him. “Seriously? You’re waiting for me?”

  His arms are wrapped around me as soon as he reaches me. “How was it?”

  I can’t make myself look at him. “It was fine.”

  He pulls back to stare at me. “Just fine? This was supposed to be your one night being normal and it was ‘fine’? What did you guys do?”

  Ugh! What’s with the interrogation?

  “Nothing.”

  I move away from him, and he clutches my arm with more force than I’m normally used to from him.

  “Tavin.”

  “What?” I finally look him in the eyes and my heart cracks because I know he knows.

  “You fucked him.” It wasn’t a question. He stumbles back as he whispers, “You fucked him?!”

  “Toben I…I don’t know what happened.”

  “Did he force you?”

  Oh my God, he almost sounds hopeful. His heart is broken and I don’t know what to say because I don’t understand it.

  “No.” I don’t want to end this night crying, but he’s crushing me.

  “What the fuck, Tav?!” He’s never looked at me the way he is now. I hurt him. Badly.

  I shake my head as the tears fall. “I’m so sorry, Toben. I don’t know why I did it. He isn’t you, he doesn’t mean what you do to me. If I hated him afterward I could have lived with it. I can’t live with it when it comes to you. I’m confused, the night just got away from me. Please, Toben. You can’t hate me for this.”

  “Are you seeing him again?” I can’t tell if he is going to break down or explode into a rage.

  “No, Toben, I swear. This was it.” I make my way back to him. I need his touch. I need to know we’re okay. He lets me touch him and even kisses me back when I kiss him. “Please forgive me, Tobe. I’ll never do it again. I love you. I love only you.” I hold his hand so our scars and words can be together. “I know I hurt you. When you bleed, I bleed. I can feel your pain. I never wanted that, he just made me feel…”

  “Normal.” I nod through blurred vision. I shudder with relief when he hugs me. “I get it, Love.” He runs his fingers in my hair as he kisses me again.

  I look up to him searching his now glazed expression. “Are we okay?”

  “Come on, don’t be crazy. We’ve been through way too much for some random guy to come between us.” He picks up his cell phone and puts it in his pocket. “Did he freak out about the pain thing?”

  I don’t want to talk about this with him. “I didn’t tell h
im.”

  He snorts as he loads up his stash necklace. Is he going somewhere?

  “So what… he didn’t get you off?”

  I don’t like his smug expression, but I know he’s hurting.

  “God! No, okay?”

  “Well that’s embarrassing,” he chuckles.

  Even though I don’t like him making fun of Alexander, I would rather him do that then look at me like that, ever again. He stuffs his wallet in his pocket and takes a bump.

  “Are you leaving?”

  “Oh yeah, I told Christopher we would go to the bar, I just wanted to make sure you got home okay.” He glances at the black case on the table. “You want me to fix you up before I go?”

  That’s weird. He isn’t even going to ask me to come with him?

  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  He’s sighs as he begins to get my fix ready. “Yeah, we just want to find some girls. Guy’s night, ya know?”

  No, I don’t know. They have literally never had a ‘guy’s night’ and he never talks about other girls with me. He’s deflecting, and to be honest it has been a long day and I’m ready to get high, so I won’t ask questions.

  “When you wake up in the morning I will be next to you just like always, okay?”

  I nod and lean back on the couch as he ties me off. The night flashes through my mind as I wait and I’m able to hide my smile from Toben. Alexander is more than I could have ever dreamed. He’s the only one who didn’t make me feel dirty, after. He’s the only one I ever wanted inside of me. He’s the only one that was my choice.

  He gave me a night of magic and happiness. He will never know that he gave a girl, who is nothing more than a dirty broken toy, a night to feel…special.