Chapter 7: Beneath Him, Above All Else

Nick kept his place above Candy, his hand still resting lightly on the back of her head. His soft cock rested against her forehead like a quiet claim, the weight of it familiar and strangely comforting. His scrotum pressed softly against her skin, warm and grounding, an intimate connection that was less about lust and more about the bond between them.

Candy stayed where she was, kneeling at his feet, her body and mind floating in a haze of submissive satisfaction. She felt no urgency to move, no desire to rejoin the ordinary world just beyond the counter. Here, in this suspended moment, she was at peace—safe in the cocoon of this quiet, private intimacy they shared.

His presence enveloped her, a silent reminder of his control and her place beneath him. She closed her eyes, feeling the subtle rhythm of his breathing above her, the weight of him against her skin keeping her anchored in this space where time seemed to stretch and blur.

She sighed softly, her lips brushing against his thigh in a gentle, almost unconscious gesture of appreciation. There were no words exchanged, none needed. This was their secret—a quiet, strange intimacy that lived in the spaces between dominance and surrender. Here, she didn’t have to think or be anything other than what she was in this moment. She didn’t need to rise, to speak, or to act. She could simply be, held in the stillness of his touch, with no expectations or demands from the world beyond.

Candy could feel the slow trickle of tears on her cheeks, and her own slow breathing. Nick’s fingers were combing through her hair, and she sighed, her head nuzzling his thigh. The outside world no longer existed in her mind, and even as the shop door jingled and a customer entered, she didn’t feel any need to move or hide. She was unseen behind the counter, yes, but that wasn’t why she stayed in place. She stayed because this was where she wanted to be. Where she belonged.

Nick’s fingers moved gently through her hair, his touch tender in contrast to the firm and even cruel control he’d wielded moments ago. He stroked her like she was something precious, his affection quiet but undeniable. Above her, his voice was light, friendly, as he struck up a casual conversation with one of their regulars about the upcoming autumn festival. Candy heard snippets of it—pumpkins, hayrides, and booths—but the words washed over her without sticking. The details didn’t matter. Not to her.

What did matter was the feel of him against her skin, the soft pulse of his body beneath her lips. With a playful flick of her tongue, she licked him, enjoying the slight twitch she earned from his cock in response. She grinned to herself, her lips brushing a gentle kiss against the base of him, before teasing him again with another soft lick. His body’s subtle reactions were like a secret conversation just between the two of them, one she reveled in. She didn’t need to follow what was happening in the shop because she was perfectly content here, in her world—their world.

Nick’s hand never paused in its slow, soothing strokes through her hair, a quiet acknowledgment of her teasing, though he never broke stride in his conversation. He was completely at ease, even as the customer chatted away, oblivious to the intimacy unfolding just feet away.

As the customer paid and left the shop a group of girls came in, laughing and giggling. They might have been the three from the day before, Candy wasn’t sure. They were young, giggly and full of obvious interest in Nick. Candy could hear their nervous teasing and the flirtatious tone in their voices as they vied for his attention.

“Morning, Nick!” one of them sang out, her voice sweet and coy. Another chimed in, “We just had to stop in again. You know, for our daily dose of sugar ... and maybe a little Nick, too.”

Their laughter bubbled up, and Candy could feel Nick shift slightly against her, a subtle squirm in response to the girls’ playful advances. He stayed composed, maintaining his easy, laid-back demeanor as he greeted them with a charming grin, but Candy could sense the tension just beneath the surface. The way he shifted ever so slightly, trying to keep his cool while she knelt there unseen, was delicious.

She pressed her lips against him again, this time letting her tongue tease the sensitive skin just under his shaft. His body gave the faintest twitch, and she smiled to herself, knowing she was the reason for that reaction.

“Are you coming to the autumn festival?” one of the girls asked, her tone dripping with flirtation. “You’d make it way more fun.”

Nick chuckled softly, his voice smooth, but Candy could hear the strain as he responded. “I might stop by. Depends on how busy I am here.” His hand never stopped stroking her hair, the tender gesture grounding him even as the girls’ attention threatened to pull him into their playful game.

The first girl, bold and confident, leaned against the counter. “You should. It’d be nice to see you out of this shop for once. You’d have so much fun with us.” The suggestive promise in her voice was unmistakable, and Candy could almost picture the way Nick would be smiling down at them, that easy charm making the girls giggle and blush.

But beneath the counter, Candy had her own little game. She let her lips brush against him again, teasing him with slow, deliberate licks, savoring every slight movement he made in response.

As the girls continued their playful banter, Candy felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Nick might be playing their game, smiling and flirting back, but she was the one at his feet, the one who could feel every reaction his body made. She was the one who knew him in ways these girls never would. And that knowledge filled her with a quiet, simmering pleasure as she knelt there, content in her place, enjoying his attention and his cock, while the girls continued their attempts to capture his interest.

After a few more minutes, the third girl finally piped up. “We should go. Our lunch break’s almost over.” Candy recognized the voice. It belonged to one of Nick’s quieter admirer’s—a curvy girl who always hung back a little during their visits, watching more than speaking. She had a softness about her, a quiet sweetness that reminded Candy of herself.

“Fine,” the bold girl replied, her tone mockingly disappointed. “We’ll leave you to your work.”

Candy could hear the group shuffling away from the counter.

“Bye, Nick,” the girls called, the sound of their laughter fading as the door closed behind them.

As soon as the door shut, Candy glanced up at Nick with a teasing grin. “Looks like your little fan club couldn’t get enough of you,” she murmured, her voice light and playful as her lips brushed against his skin.