When a chocolate shop gets an adult makeover with the help of a Belgian master chocolatier, a kinky couple find their relationship becomes sweeter than ever…
Oliver Honeyman owns a chocolate shop in York, a business that has been in his family for over two hundred years, and that he runs with his girlfriend and long-time submissive, Nina Lee. But times are tough, sales are down, and Oliver and Nina know they have to do something to bring Honeyman's into the twenty-first century and attract new customers.
The solution they devise is to introduce a new range of chocolates into the shop, with more unusual and exotic flavours chosen with the help of a very kinky taste test. To help create the new line, Oliver recruits master Belgian chocolatier Daniel Martens. Not only is Daniel incredibly talented, but he's also just as dominant as Oliver, and Nina is soon learning that the taste of submission is even sweeter when it's offered to her by two men.
But will the move of renaming the shop More Than Vanilla and pitching their products at more adult tastes bring them the change in fortunes they need?
Publisher's Note This story has been previously released as part of the Whip It Up anthology by Totally Bound Publishing.
General Release Date: 15th November 2013
She’d been waiting for him since she’d closed up the shop, just as he’d instructed. Naked apart from the delicate silver collar that passed for jewellery to the uninitiated but marked Oliver’s ownership of her, Nina knelt in the hallway with her legs spread a little way apart and her palms resting on her thighs. A classic display position, it was one of the first things Oliver had taught her when they’d moved their relationship from being simply lovers to dominant and submissive.
It wasn’t cold in the hall, not with the thick carpet beneath her legs and the radiator providing a constant, welcome warmth, yet still Nina’s skin prickled and her nipples were crinkled and hard. Anticipation of her master’s imminent return fuelled her body’s reaction, but it was mixed with worry. The phone call he’d received the day before, asking him to meet with Mike, his accountant, at the earliest opportunity, had set alarm bells ringing. Usually Oliver only needed to discuss his financial arrangements with the man when the time came to file his yearly tax return, or when the shop’s business rates were adjusted. This had sounded urgent, anything but a routine appointment.
With no clock in the hall, Nina couldn’t keep accurate track of time, but by her reckoning she’d been here a good half an hour already, having stripped as soon as she’d climbed the stairs to their flat above the shop and shut the front door behind her. Oliver had left for his appointment at four o’ clock, an hour before Honeyman’s had closed for the evening. Even accounting for the rush-hour traffic that clogged his route through the centre of York, he should have been back by now.
He often requested her to wait for him in this position, which laid her most intimate places bare for his scrutiny the moment he stepped through the door. She usually passed the time dreaming about any faults he might have found with her recent behaviour, and how she might be punished for her misdemeanours. Today, though, she was too anxious to think about anything but what news the accountant might give him. Whatever it might be, she was sure it couldn’t be good.
Honeyman’s was one of the best known sweet shops in the city, in premises just off the historic Shambles, and had been in Oliver’s family for over two hundred years. But in recent months the business had been struggling. Sales had been much lower than either Oliver or Nina would have liked, even over the usually busy Christmas period. Customers had shunned their ranges of traditional boxed chocolates, lollipops and bags of misshapes in favour of shops selling retro ranges of boiled sweets, or chain chocolatiers who attempted to turn buying a simple bar of fruit and nut into a luxury experience. Honeyman’s, it seemed, just wasn’t fashionable anymore.
Doing her best to let her mind drift, trying to forget about their immediate troubles, Nina was startled by the sound of the door opening. Tempted as she was to glance up, Oliver had ordered her to keep her eyes downcast until he gave her permission to look at him. He didn’t say a word for a good minute, the time passing in an agony of silence for Nina. She imagined him taking a lingering look at her bare curves, eyes drawn to the soft folds of her pussy, revealed between her parted thighs, and the silver ring threaded through the hood of her clit. The piercing had been carried out to mark their fifth anniversary together, and to celebrate Nina’s first year as Oliver’s slave. She wore it as proudly as she intended, one day soon, to wear his wedding ring. Though their marriage plans might have to be put on hold, if the business was in as much trouble as she feared. Better not to think about that now.
Word Count: 11,449
Book Length: SHORT STORY
Genres: BONDAGE AND BDSM
MÉNAGE AND MULTIPLE PARTNERS
Elizabeth Coldwell is a multi-published author and editor whose stories have appeared in a number of best-selling anthologies. She has written novels in a variety of different genres, from paranormal to BDSM and contemporary romance. She is the former editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine and the proud winner of an International Leather Award. When she is not busy writing, she is an avid supporter of Rotherham United Football Club and can be regularly found on the terraces at weekends, cheering her boys to victory (hopefully!).
Find her online at The (Really) Naughty Corner, http://elizabethcoldwell.wordpress.com
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