Carmen's New York Romance Trilogy

  Carmen licked her lips as she thought of what was lower. She felt Kurt's gaze upon her, those intelligent green eyes that that never missed a thing.

  "I love watching you, Carmen," he said. "I can see your sexual hunger, sweetheart, and it makes me so damn hard. You are beautiful and completely obedient to my every command. When I dominate you, you make me feel powerful. I fall so totally into Dom space that I swear I feel like a God."

  Carmen inhaled in a deep breath, hyper-aroused by this candid admission. Was anyone in the world as totally open and honest as Kurt was? Carmen had never experienced such transparency. After the guarded secrecy of her ex, Robert Ellis, Kurt's truthful sincerity was like a balm to her soul.

  Kurt's trust in her made it easy for her to trust him.

  Sexually they had wondrously clicked. As Kurt's submissive she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. No one made her feel like Kurt did.

  Apparently he had finished washing as he stepped toward her, and stood above her. Eyes still lowered, she gazed at his shins and long male feet. Carmen trembled under the power he radiated while near her. Jesus she ached for him to touch her.

  Kurt took a lock of her hair, and gave it a tug. "I can see my beautiful cunt, spread and wet. Your dusky nipples are erect and ready, just begging for my hands or mouth."

  A hard shudder ran through her body. His words inflamed her, adding to the burning sensual fire and molten heat inside. Kurt's total, effortless mastery over her simply blew her away.

  "Look at me, Carmen."

  She immediately looked up, her gaze meeting his. Kurt's perfect face fascinated her, she felt as if she could fall into the vast ocean of his green eyes. She was mesmerized.

  Broad muscular chest, ripped abs and the sinews of his strong male forearms, God he was beautiful. The man stood forceful and potent above her, while she felt small, vulnerable and helpless, unable to move or speak. Totally struck dumb and senseless by devastating desire.

  "Do you want to suck my cock?" he said in a deceptively mild voice.

  Carmen groaned. Her body was vibrating with passion, and yet inside she was peaceful and still. Was this some sort of sub space? What was this man was doing to her? Until Kurt she had never been so violently assaulted by such overwhelming feelings and sensations: Euphoric joy, longing, happiness, lust and love. Love?

  "Carmen," Kurt repeated calmly, running his knuckles down her face. "I said do you want to suck my cock?"

  "Yes, Master," Carmen said.

  Holy shit! Carmen's happiness evaporated at the sound of those words and she felt the blood drain from her body. For a moment she swayed. Was she going to faint?

  Master! she thought. What was I thinking? OMFG what is wrong with me? I'm losing my ever-loving mind.

  Kurt came to his knees before her, and big male hands cupped her face, steadying and grounding her. He was like the foundation of a big building, her broad-shouldered, mighty, stalwart Thor.

  "Hey," he said, his body so close to hers that she could feel the heat of him. The quiet tone of his voice soothed her further. "This is not Dom/sub here now, nor is it Master/slave. This is just Kurt and Carmen having a chat, okay?"

  There was something tight blocking her throat so Carmen just nodded.

  "Am I right in guessing that the word 'Master' slipped out unexpectedly?"

  Carmen nodded.

  "Good," he said, "because I don’t want you to call me that just yet. I do want to be your master someday, sweetheart. But for me to earn that title takes a bit of time, and lots of agreements, communication and commitments between us both. It isn’t something that I take lightly."

  Kurt kissed her then, a soft press of his lips to hers and she felt herself smile under that perfect touch. Kurt Nielsen knew her so well. Could he actually read her mind? Carmen was aware of what Kurt was doing, because he had already done it so many times before.

  This gentle, sensual kiss was a distraction, given with astonishing care and finesse.

  Carmen recalled his comment earlier: "I'm the one who is upset and wants to cry. I bet you didn’t even notice did you?"

  Kurt knew she was wounded. He was well aware that she was high-maintenance. She was emotional and damaged and seriously fucked up. It gave Carmen's injured heart hope. Maybe after hearing about her life as a slave, just maybe Kurt may want to keep her anyway - despite her eighteen-wheeler truckload of emotional baggage.

  Kurt's kiss became more demanding, plundering her mouth without doubt or hesitation, confident that she could handle it, refusing to agree with her momentary impulse to beat herself up.

  Thor took exactly what he wanted from her, whatever he needed.

  Nothing gave her submissive soul more complete satisfaction than just that.

  When he cupped his strong palms around her throat, mimicking the shape of a collar, and lightly constricting her there, Carmen gasped. Instantly a gush of arousal came from her clenching, needy sex.

  Kurt moved from her mouth, to press his head against her cheek to cheek, and gave an appreciative deep male chuckle. The rumbling vibration of that laugh coursed through her, creating a rush of pleasure from the top of her head right down to her toes.

  "You want to be collared, Carmen," he said. "I've never collared anyone before, but I really want to collar you."

  "Oh," she said lamely, awed. This beautiful confident Dom had never committed to anyone in that way? The fact that he wanted to collar her, put her heart into a happy little buzz.

  Kurt rested his warm hands on her shoulders, thumbs on her collar bone, and pulled back from her, giving her a mischievous grin. "Now are you ready to suck my cock?"

  Carmen had to laugh. "Oh yes, Sir."

  He stood up. "Excellent," he said with one hand still caressing her cheek. "For now, call me Kurt, or Sir, or Thor, or even potato head. Master will come later."

  Carmen burst out, hysterical with joyous, uninhibited laughter. How did Kurt do it? How was he always able to bring her back from the brink? From those despairing, guilt and grief-filled downers that swamped her mind and soul?

  It was pretty clear to Carmen that she was utterly gone on Kurt Nielsen. She needed him. She wanted him. There was nothing in the world that she wouldn't do for him.

  If this isn't love, Carmen thought. Then what is?

  11. Contest

  The shower was still running and the shower cubical was filled with steam. Water fell from time to time on Carmen's face, from where it ran onto Kurt's back and down his arms.

  "Look at me, beautiful," Kurt said, and his voice was husky with lust. "Do you want to touch me?"

  "Oh yes, please."

  "I like how you go down on me, Carmen," he said. "You please me very much. No fingers up my backside mind you, but otherwise knock yourself out." Her hair was tight in the grasp of both his hands, not guiding her, just steadying himself.

  Carmen giggled. Kurt's beautiful cock had just been thoroughly washed she knew, yet it had pre-cum on it so it smelled musky, seductive and oh so male.

  She gazed up at him through her lashes, and she knew there was mischief in her eyes. "This really is a fantastic cock, Kurt," she said, licking it like a lollypop while carefully jerking him off.

  Kurt smiled down at her and gave her hair a tug. "Now why is it that I think you're going to get yourself into trouble Carmen?" he asked.

  "Maybe because once before I made you climax when you didn’t expect to?"

  He laughed, as she had hoped he would. "Get to work, woman," he said. "We'll have a little contest. See if you can make me come." He checked his watch. "You have five minutes. I think I can hold out."

  "What do I win?"

  Kurt frowned. "Is there something you want?"

  Carmen felt heat come into her face, and averted her eyes. Kurt captured her chin and tilted it up. "What did you think of?" he asked.

  Carmen gazed up at him and said, "You're so beautiful, Kurt." Inhaling she added, "I want to spend about an hour just looking at you. Does that s
ound nuts? I want to touch every part of your body from your rough calloused fingers, your chest, your legs and toes. I particularly want to look at your face."

  Kurt bent down again and pulled her to him in a fierce embrace. "You're killing me here, sweetheart. Later today maybe we'll get a chance to do that, no matter who wins. The winner gets to say, "I won," and that will be enough, okay?"

  He stood back up and checked the time. "Five minutes, Carmen. Go."

  Carmen grinned and felt inspired. She hardly breathed as she began to vacuum him in, her tongue flicking, eager to please him. Sucking and milking him, teasing his broad head, rolling her tongue around the tip, his slit, and on every ridge and vein. She wanted him to climax; she wanted to revel in it, drinking him down.

  He had both of his hands curled tightly in her hair as she moved up and down his shaft, rhythmically moving his cock in and out of her mouth. Carmen was in a dreamy, delirious state of happiness.

  Kurt made sexy male sounds of pleasure, which merged in harmony with her own needy whimpers and moans.

  "Jesus, Carmen," Kurt rasped. "Deeper," he commanded. "Yes… harder." His hands convulsed in her hair as he groaned with pleasure.

  At first he had remained still, while she worked him. Yet now Kurt began thrusting in short fast strokes. Carmen concentrated on squeezing the head of his cock. He was close, so close to orgasm and she wanted to taste him, to swallow every drop. In his urgency he pushed in deeper more often. Carmen ruthlessly held back her gag reflex.

  Kurt's heated pleasure stirred her into a fever pitch.

  In an erotic sensual headspace, Carmen sucked and licked. This was all about giving Kurt exactly what he wanted. Her body tightened and she almost came with that thought. It made her want to giggle. How embarrassing would that have been? For her to orgasm first? Her climax wasn't even part of the game.

  "Stop, stop, stop," Kurt said, clenching his jaw while exerting control of himself. "Shit that was close." He checked his watch. "Yep, time's up, sweetheart." He flashed her that dimpled grin of his. "I won."

  Kurt took her by the elbows and with his strength he easily pulled her to her feet. Then he bent over and rubbed her knees which had gotten a little red. He kissed her, a quick cheerful press of the lips. "Sore?"

  Wordlessly Carmen shook her head.

  Kurt continued to keep surprising her.

  Kurt Nielsen cared for her, and he took that caring seriously, making it a primary concern. As a Dom he demanded her compliance, and as a submissive she craved his dominance and loved to obey him. Yet Kurt acted as if her submission was a gift. How did he understand D/s so completely? It was something that, after all her reading, she had never really understood. But Kurt was teaching her.

  Her ex, Robert was like a self-centered two-year old, prone to tantrums and living in a universe of one. Kurt was an adult, who communicated and was attentive while still being completely in charge and in control. He was also mature enough to admit his mistakes and apologize for them, too.

  Whew. Kurt was a perfect human being, not just a perfect Dom.

  Carmen knew that Kurt would never abuse her. He felt responsible for her. Consideration was in his nature. What had he said? "You are mine, sweetheart, and I'm going to take care of you. Trust me on this. It is my joy and my privilege to do so."

  Studying her with a half smile on his face, Kurt was aware that her mind was buzzing. He didn't ask what she was thinking about, perhaps because she was happy and he instinctively knew it.

  "Shut your eyes, sweetheart," he said. He pulled her against him, chest to chest, taking her hands and placing them on his waist, just above those narrow hips of his. "Keep those hands there," he said and Carmen felt a curl of desire at the command, not to mention the feel of his erection pressed hard against her stomach.

  Kurt turned and backed her toward the spray until it ran onto her shoulders. "I'm going to wash your hair, first," he said, tilting her face back. "Be still now. This is my body and I'm going to enjoy cleaning every part of it."

  Carmen made a sound between a whimper and a moan and he laughed. It was a joyous sound.

  "I love listening to the noises you make when you're aroused," he said. He poured shampoo directly onto her scalp, sending the enticing male scent of sandalwood and nutmeg throughout the shower. It smelled like Kurt, and Carmen gave a soft umm of pleasure as she breathed it in.

  Kurt massaged her head and rinsed. Pouring on more, he did it again, taking his time, stroking, and caressing. Carmen felt cherished.

  The man was in no hurry. He seemed to be enjoying himself.

  "I have a very good friend named André," Kurt said. "He taught me all I know about D/s – you'd love him. I'd like to have a ménage à trios with André, you and I. I'd have you bound, spread on a bed, or perhaps with your head hanging over the edge. I would fuck your mouth and he could take your pussy. Would you like that, Carmen? Would you like to be fucked in two holes at once?"

  Carmen's response was an inarticulate moan and a rippling pulse that sent a wave of sensation through her.

  Kurt laughed. "Alrighty then, that's a go for a ménage à trois. You like to please me, Carmen, don’t you?"

  "Oh yes, yes, Kurt," she gasped. "Soooo much."

  "You were made for me, Carmen. Your body is here for my pleasure, isn’t it?"

  "Oh, God," Carmen whimpered.

  The alluring spray of warm water felt amazing on her back. The feel of Kurt's erect shaft against her stomach, radiating heat between her legs; the sensation of holding his muscular torso, careful not to move her hands because she had been ordered to keep them there. The fact her eyes were shut, and she couldn’t see him… it only increased the awareness of his hard body against her, with his hands tangled in her hair and the appealing smell of that shampoo; the shampoo that smelled like him.

  It was all too much and she couldn’t reply.

  In complete control of her, while needing only the lightest of reins, Kurt gave a sexy chuckle. "I'll take that as a yes," he said and then he gave her a breath-stopping kiss that made her toes curl against the tile floor.

  12. In a Lather

  Literally and figuratively, Carmen was in a lather.

  Once Carmen's hair was washed, Kurt let her open her eyes, but she was told to keep them facing down while he worked. Kurt kept up an easy flow of sexy, sensuous chatter while he covered her in a frothy white mass of slick bubbles, telling her how much he enjoyed washing her body, and how hard he was going to use her once he had lathered her up.

  All his attention was centered on her.

  He had started on the front, soaping her forearms, elbows, and the inside of her upper arm. He moved to her rib cage, her flank, hips, legs and feet and then up again. The hollow in her collarbone, her throat and neck, and just behind her ear.

  What he didn't touch was her breasts, or between her buttocks or between her legs. Carmen ached to have him touch her in those neglected places.

  "Turn around, and put your hands on the wall," he said in a husky voice, and she did.

  Carmen's whole body was quivering now with a sensual electric energy. Her pulse was pounding, her mouth open slightly as she panted in short, fast breaths. She felt like a racehorse at the gate, waiting to be released as adrenaline coursed through her.

  Kurt started low on her legs, his strong palms rubbing, soaping with slick, sexy heat. He skipped her buttocks and his clever fingers massaged her back, and smoothed over her ultra sensitive skin, sliding up over her shoulder blades and neck.

  Carmen moaned and whimpered, in thrall to the feel of his fingers.

  "Hold on to the railing now, sweetheart," he said. "Spread your legs and bend over. Lean forward," his hand soothed along her back pushing her to the angle her wanted. "Perfect."

  Kurt ran his hands along the channel between buttocks, rubbing her pussy and soaping it up from behind. He traced her soft folds with probing fingers. Two fingers entered her needy empty cleft while caressing her clit with his other hand. Fing
ering her and washing her, Kurt teased. Carmen whimpered or moaned with every touch.

  The feel of his rough callused fingers and slick soap was divine. Carmen arched and bucked and her pussy contracted in a pre-orgasmic pulse.

  Kurt growled in male satisfaction, he was well aware of how close she was to climax. "What do you want, Carmen?" he asked softly.

  "Oh, fuck me, please," she shamelessly begged.

  "You are such a good girl," he said. "I want to reward you; hold very still while I push my cock into you now." He positioned himself behind her. When he notched the scorching hot head of his shaft at her entrance she groaned with pleasure. Then he slowly, slowly pushed his way inside.

  "So fucking tight," he muttered, straining over her.

  Kurt buried himself deep. Once he was all the way in, he bent over her and swiveled his hips enticingly. How had he found her G spot so perfectly? The man looked like a God and acted like one, too. Talk about serious skills.

  Kurt finally began to soap her neglected breasts. Carmen couldn't believe how astonishingly sensual it was: The feel of his big cock filling her, and his big body covering her like a stallion covers a mare perhaps. Those devil-blessed fingers of Kurt's, squeezing, teasing and caressing her breasts and nipples with soapy slickness as they hung down.

  Panting, Carmen sat on the edge of orgasm, her pulse racing. It was exquisite yet excruciating pleasure. Kurt's cock was so big. He had such control of her. He was inside her, physically, mentally, and emotionally.

  Orgasm control was never this difficult with Robert, she thought. But Robert didn’t know me. Kurt does. He feels so fucking good. I want him so much. More than I've ever wanted anything before.

  Tears of emotion and strain began to course down her checks.

  Lazily toying with her, Kurt was still in no hurry. Carmen was, and she began to wonder if he was trying to drive her to madness. She was balanced on the brink of climax, and had been so for some time.