Summary
A voice spoke suddenly, echoing toward her from the darkness: “Blow out your candles, Princess.”
Sweet Tooth is a suspenseful tale about a woman, who – with the help of an eccentric younger man – finally overcomes her life-long ‘sweet tooth’. Expect a surreal, playful story about a unique Dom/Sub relationship, told in thirteen gloriously messy chapters. Sweet Tooth is intended for readers looking for a long-burn with an explosive climax.
This is the second instalment in an on-going serial story. If you need to read the previous instalment first, you can find it in my post history. Otherwise, lets continue…
Chapter Four: Pets & Their Owners
Samantha made it to the bottom of the stairs, then stopped to catch her breath.
She was no longer worried about running into her boss. Samantha had finished the last two flights of stairs deep in recollection, remembering the day she had first met Jasper. The odd mixture of shame and embarrassment this memory possessed made her feel nearly delirious. To say the least, her guard was down.
He had taken it… Snatched it right from my hand…
Samantha had been walking her poodle – a chubby, stubborn little thing, named “Princess” – when Jasper had noticed her. And I had worn my expensive sweat-pants to the dog-park that day, she recalled. Samantha had bought the pants a long time ago, thinking the embarrassment required to ask the girl behind the counter to order them in her unusual size – not to mention the steep price-tag attached – would be enough to guilt herself into working-out regularly; but, of course, she had inevitably abandoned the notion, and now the expensive sweat-pants that had once come with such lofty ambitions were relegated to being worn solely on hot, lethargic days.
And that was another thing she remembered about the day she met Jasper: it had been hot as Hell.
Samantha stood under the shade of an oak tree, waiting for Princess to finish going about her business. She could feel perspiration beginning to pool under her arms and her sweat-pants had long ago turned a darker shade of grey. Jesus Christ, hurry up, Samantha thought, but Princess seemed determined to take her time.
So, resigned to endure the heat a little longer, Samantha collapsed against the oak tree and dug through her purse. She retrieved a candy-bar and began to unwrap the foil, still glaring at the little dog. You stubborn shit. And that’s when Samantha heard someone behind her speak. A deep voice, with an unwaveringly measured tone.
“Who’s the one slacking off? You, or your dog?” Jasper’s voice seemed oddly warm, even though Samantha couldn’t mistake hear the underlying sarcasm.
Is he making fun of me?, she thought to herself. Samantha whirled around. Her momentum stopped just shy of making her tangle her legs together and fall into a heap in-front of the strange man’s dress-shoes.
“No, ah…”, she said, feeling her face tingle – in a couple moments, if she didn’t turn her face away from this strange man, Samantha knew her cheeks would be lit-up. Looking down at the grass below her feet, she continued: “With my job, I don’t get much time to work out, I suppose. Not any—.”
“What’s your name?” He had interrupted her, but for some reason beyond her understand in that moment, it hadn’t bothered Samantha one bit. In fact, it made her heart flutter for a moment, as if he had complimented her somehow.
“Samantha.” She was blushing, now. She could feel it on her face, like a sun-burn. “And your’s?”
“Of course you have time, Samantha”, he replied, returning to the previous subject without missing a beat. His voice felt firm, like a hand placed on her shoulder might, and it caused Samantha avert her eyes. “Why’d you stop?”, he asked.
The redness on her face seemed to sizzle. Samantha glanced down at Princess, unable to answer. The fat dog was lazily sniffing the chocolate-bar Samantha held limply in her hand, tongue hanging out.
And just then, Jasper reached forward and took the already partially melted chocolate-bar from her hands. Samantha watched him do it, her eyes wide and her jaw unhinged. “Come now”, he said, in the mildly disapproving tone of a seasoned teacher, then Jasper tossed the chocolate-bar into a near-by garbage-bin.
He took it… Snatched it right out of my hand…
Samantha was crossing the underground parking-lot, moving swiftly in her high-heels, when she spotted him out of the corner of her eye: Mr. Creighton, the boss. Her first instinct was to duck behind the nearest car, so she did just that. Samantha saw Mr. Creighton give a friendly nod from behind the car's bumper, so she immediately pretended to be lacing-up her shoes. Dear God, I hope he doesn't notice I'm in heels right now…
"Hello Mr. Creighton", she called out.
"Enjoy the rest of your day, Miss Craven!", he called back. "See you bright and early tomorrow morning!"
For the second time that day, Samantha sound herself mouthing the word phew.
Chapter Five: The Yellow Brick Road
When she arrived at Jasper’s place, Samantha found an envelope stuck to his front-door. Birthday Girl was written across the it in her Master’s loopy handwriting. Anything Jasper wrote looked to her like a series of unpredictable roller-coasters, with awe-inducing ascents and sudden plummets. Inside the envelope, she found a note. It instructed Samantha to let herself inside.
She opened the front-door and was greeted by the something that struck her as entirely surreal. Samantha blinked for a long moment, bewildered, before realizing what it was that she was looking at. The first thought she had was he used rose pedals after all; but of course, that wasn’t what she was staring at. Not most men, she heard echo in her thoughts.
There was a long trail of yellow sprinkles, which lead from the welcome matt into Jasper’s home. It was the width of a traffic margin and it looked to her like some bizarre, confectionary version of the yellow brick road. The path of sprinkles started by curving away from the doorway, toward Samantha’s left, winding its way into the bathroom; then, the trail seemed to double back out of the bathroom and cross the foyer. Next, it lead up the master stair-case, climbing it in a meandering river of sugar. Oh my God, she thought, still staggered.
Samantha craned her head upward. At the top of the stairs, she spotted three helium balloons tied to the banister, bobbing in the air at various heights. The first ballon read: Happy, the second: Birthday, and the lowest one had her name written across it. This third ballon seemed to hang in the air differently than the other two, as if weighed down by something she could not yet see.
Samantha felt her heart begin to pound like a drum again, only this time, the phrase that accompanied the throbbing beat was: Not most men… Not most men… Not most men… This was an intoxicating notion, because she knew Jasper’s unique brand of creativity – both deeply perverse and somehow innocent – meant her “surprise” would be something truly remarkable; but on the other hand, his singular sense of pleasure and peculiar taste often meant a blindness to what others deemed acceptable.
Jittering slightly from the cocktail of dread and over-whelming anticipation that pumped through her veins, Samantha began to follow the yellow brick road…
In the bathroom, she found another note. It was attached to a box, which had been meticulously gift-wrapped and placed on-top of the marble counter, in a sea of sprinkles. The note read, simply: 'Fourty-five minutes. No more, no less.' The box contained many presents, each individually wrapped in tissue-paper: a bar of soap, scented like birthday-cake; a miniature bottle of shampoo and one of conditioner, both with French labels she couldn’t read; and a bright red kitchen-timer.
Samantha set the timer to forty-five minutes, then placed it on the counter-top and begun to run the bath.
To Be Continued…
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