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Summary
Sweet Tooth
is a suspenseful and taboo 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 ten gloriously messy chapters.
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Chapter One:
The Benefits of Discipline
Samantha sat at her desk, anxiously chewing on a lollipop-stick and scanning the office beyond her cubicle for near-by co-workers. She spotted Simon - the intern - brewing coffee in the break room, and Meghan - her boss's latest bombshell of a secretary - who was currently bent over the photo-copier, trying to unjam what looked like a particularly nasty tangle of shredded paper.
No one would notice if I did it, right now,
Samantha thought to herself, feeling her heart begin to pound against the inner-wall of her chest.
Right now... I could... Just, right now...
Still clenching the plastic lollipop-stick between her teeth, Samantha glanced back down at her phone, which sat on-top of her lap, like a bridge between her round thighs. The text message she'd received a minute ago still lingered on the screen, stubbornly, as if to give her no option but to submit:
Change of plans. Meet at my place. 2 PM. No later.
Then another text, directly below that one:
You'll have to leave work early, no choice.
Samantha reached into the drawer of her desk and pulled out a fresh lollipop -- strawberry -- then tore the plastic wrapping off and tossed the sucker back into her mouth, like an alcoholic taking a shot of whiskey. Samantha gnawed on the lollipop madly, watching for any sign of her boss. Moments passed, but she still hadn't seen him.
Right now,
Samantha decided.
Go right now...
Meghan looked up from the photo-copier briefly as Samantha strolled past, but she didn't seem to register her co-worker's early departure.
Phew,
Samantha thought.
She continued making her way toward the door at the end of the corridor, suddenly feeling very self-aware of how little her body-type suited itself to stealthy scenarios such as this.
Simon waved to Samantha through the break room's window as she passed, with a grin which seemed decidedly out of place to her. One phrase repeated in her head, like a paranoid drum, synchronizing itself to the tremendous throb of Samantha's heart-beat:
He caught me. He caught me. He caught me. Then: He knows. He knows. He knows.
But a moment later, Simon lowered his eyes back down to the coffee brewing in-front of him, wearing that same oddly toothy grin he always wore. He hadn't actually acknowledged anything out of the ordinary, Samantha realized.
Interns are just naturally creepy people,
she thought, closing the distance between her and the door to the staircase at a brisk pace.
Before exiting through the door, Samantha chanced a quick glance over her shoulder. Meghan was still occupied by the photo-copier, cursing at it under her breath. Simon appeared to have spilt coffee onto his tie and was desperately trying to soak it out with a napkin.
Lets hope no know notices I'm gone,
she thought, before disappearing without a trace...
Samantha began to make her way down the six flights of stairs that led to the underground parking-lot, feeling an embarrassingly spontaneous sweat break-out on her forehead. She'd never voluntarily taken the stairs before - either up or down - but right now, during her
Great Escape
, it seemed like the most prudent thing for her to do. It was the only way to guarantee that Samantha wouldn't accidentally bump into her boss, Mr. Creighton...
As Samantha descended, the beads of perspiration on her forehead became denser. If she hurried, Samantha supposed she'd be able to stop at her apartment first, have a quick shower to freshen-up and a change her clothes, before...
...before...
Before what?,
she asked herself, feeling a quivering sense of giddiness pass over her.
What does he have in store for me?
It was Samantha's birthday today and she had asked her Master, Jasper, for something very specific:
a surprise
. She supposed for most girls the word "surprise" would carry certain romantic connotations: dinners prepared in secret, names spelt across the sky, a trail of roses leading to a warm bath. But Samantha wasn't most girls; and more to the point, Jasper wasn't most men.
He was twenty-four -- making him younger than her by over a decade, a fact Samantha was never able to stop reminding herself of -- and a man of considerable wealth, both inherited and independently-gained. Though they never spoke about the subject of his career directly, it was clear to Samantha that Jasper worked in finance of some manner.
On many occasions -- including the day Samantha had first met Jasper at the dog-park -- he expressed to her that he possessed neither the desire, time or nature necessary for a conventional relationship; he'd been
very
clear about that.
Explicitly so.
And indeed, the dynamic they'd shared over the past two months had been a unique one: concentrated intensity, without subtly, without compromise. She'd come to learn that the highly demanding way in which Jasper went about things was, truly, all he could ever be capable of; and, in short time, she'd became dependant on the structure which his dominating personality provided her.
Discipline,
Jasper had taught her,
when applied right, could be mutually pleasurable
-- and he had been telling the truth, she now believed.
There were other benefits that came along with Jasper's discipline; besides mere pleasure, of course. In the month since she'd met Jasper, Samantha had lost nearly twenty pounds. This morning, before leaving her apartment to drive to work, her scale had read:
260 lbs // 118 kg.
Two-hundred and sixty pounds was still a very large number for a woman of her short stature, but it
had
only been a month so far, and already, the difference she felt was immense. And her drive for self-improvement hadn't waned yet, miraculously; this was thanks to the creative rewards and incentives Jasper provided her. And also, to the strict and unwavering hand with which he punished her...
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Chapter Two:
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 lost in recollection, remembering the day she had first met Jasper. The odd mixture of shame and excitement this memory possessed made her feel nearly delirious.
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 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 just 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 shit of a dog.
You stubborn bitch.
And that's when Samantha heard someone behind her speak. It was 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. 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 understanding 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. It caused Samantha avert her eyes. "Why'd you stop?", he asked.
The redness on her face seemed to sizzle now. Samantha glanced down at Princess, unable to answer. The fat dog was lazily sniffing the chocolate-bar she 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.
Then 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 dressed 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!"
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Chapter Three:
The Yellow Brick Road
When she arrived at Jasper's residence, Samantha found an envelope stuck to his front-door.
Birthday Girl
was written across it in her Master's loopy handwriting. (Anything Jasper wrote looked to Samantha 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.
