"Do you like it when I do this?" he asked in a mild voice.
Her clit was distended, engorged with blood and with astonishing skill Kurt manipulated her swollen nub with the pad of his thumb. While he did, he slipped a finger just slightly into her sensitive, empty sheath.
"Yes! Um, ah, ah, ah, oh!" she said and moaned and arched, this time unable to stop the instinctive thrust of her hips. This movement caused her aching pussy to suck his finger right inside and squeeze it hard.
He laughed at her wanton response. "It seems that you do," he said. "Are you ready for my cock?"
"Yes, Sir," she gasped almost on a sob. "Oh please. I'm empty and aching. I need you inside me."
He chuckled. "Don't you worry, sweetheart. I'll give you everything you need."
Kurt put a large firm hand on each hip, and raised her up. Guiding himself into her, he penetrated her with his cock, creating excruciating, carnal pleasure.
Holy shit! Soaking wet, Carmen slid down slowly, impaling herself, moaning and rocking her hips against him. The sensation of him exquisitely stretching her taut feminine channel felt divine.
Intense and intimate, their eyes locked together in ecstasy.
Chest heaving, Kurt made a male grunt of pleasure. "Jesus you're still so damn tight," he growled.
"And you're still so damn big," she retorted in a breathless whimper.
He laughed and the sound came from low in his throat. Kurt's erection was thick and hot and hard and Carmen's pussy gushed and pulsed around it. Carmen knew that if Kurt ordered her to come, she could easily climax just from the feel of him pushing himself inside.
"Put your arms behind your back, left arm to right hip, and right arm to left hip," he said with calm authority.
When Carmen did so, Kurt held each wrist, pinning her hands against her, capturing and imprisoning her within his grip.
"Perfect," he said, still looking at her eye to eye. "I like sitting on this couch and holding you so closely. I have you trapped, don't I? There is absolutely nothing that you can do about it. In this position your lovely tits are thrust out, and I can easily do this…"
Kurt buried his face between her breasts, moving his head back and forth rapidly with a silly humming sound of pleasure. Carmen's breasts pressed and stroked against his cheeks, as her womanly flesh wobbled to and fro.
His actions were playful, and Carmen giggled, turned on by the lighthearted mischief maker side of him as much as the stern Dom. But then he took a nipple into his mouth and bit hard.
Carmen inhaled in a harsh gasp. Instantly Kurt soothed the ache with his soft velvet tongue, nursing and suckling her abused flesh. A huge buzz of sensual delight coursed through her.
"Good?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," she panted, ridiculously aroused. "Thank you, Sir."
He repeated the procedure on the other breast. "Move for me now, Carmen," he ordered. "Slow at first. Use my cock for your pleasure. Work that sweet cunt of yours up and down on me until you bring yourself to the edge of climax."
Oh Lord, this was sensual bliss. Fuck – this guy was the best. Carmen hadn't completely lost her mind yet, however, and she had a couple of tricks left up her sleeve, or more to the point, up her pussy as it were.
She slowly rose, elevating as far as possible while keeping him inside her, but once she lowered, impaling herself back down upon him, she circled, rotated, rocked, or gyrated. These sensual movements teased him because each time she noted that his jaw tightened and clenched with strain. Good.
Then when she had him all the way inside her, balls deep, she squeezed his cock hard with her internal muscles, using the maximum force that she was capable of.
Kurt's breath hissed out through clenched teeth and he swore.
The sound thrilled her.
Carmen got into a rhythm: Relax internal muscles, rise up, lower down, circle, gyrate or rock and then once he was back fully inside, squeeze hard. Relax internal muscles, rise up, lower down, circle and then once he was back, fully inside, squeeze hard, etc. Carmen waited a long beat each time she took him all the way inside while she attempted to squeeze and wring his shaft dry.
To really put him off balance, from time to time when he expected her to rise up, she unpredictably clamped and loosened a few more times in a fierce, rhythmic pulse.
"Damn, woman!" he exclaimed. "Shit that feels fantastic. You are good. Really, really good."
She laughed.
"Are you trying to make me come?" he asked.
"Maybe," she said, giving him an intentionally saucy grin. "Is that okay with you, Sir?"
"Oh, yeah," he breathed, his face shining with perspiration, his body tense with strain. "Just keep doing what you're doing."
Flattered and pleased with this complement, Carmen continued for some while, each time clamping down forcefully on him, sometimes in a pulse of three or four squeezes, well aware that she was driving him crazy. That was okay. She was driving herself crazy, too. Kurt's cock throbbed and twitched inside her swollen channel, and her belly tensed, tight with voracious need.
Red faced, Kurt was thrashing, sweating and swearing. Carmen knew that he was finding it difficult to control his instinctive urge to climax, and this feminine power that she had over him thrilled her.
Enchanted, Carmen felt lightheaded. She was intoxicated with the sight, the smell, and the feel of his hot, sexy body. But what really buzzed her was him.
Kurt Nielsen wasn't an irrational, obsessive tyrant. He didn't mind her having control, and to Carmen, that fact was like a balm on a burn. Kurt was confident enough in his own sexuality to loosen the reins, or even give them over to her.
Carmen had never met a man like him.
Her ex, she realized, had appeared self-assured and powerful, but it was Robert's jealousy, insecurity and his own inadequacies that had made him so mean. He was convinced that she was cheating on him – because he had been unfaithful.
Robert didn't trust anyone, because he didn't trust himself.
With BDSM it was supposed to be that the Dom had power only because the sub freely gave it to them. Her ex hadn't understood that. And in the end he just took and made her submit through brute force and physical violence. There was a world of difference between abuse and dominance.
Kurt was a totally different man. True, they hadn't discussed ground rules, but he was aware of her, constantly checking and asking. Safe word or not, he would never do anything against her will. Carmen had thrust her power into his hands, because Kurt would never simply take it.
Except when I first came into this hotel suite, she thought. He didn't ask then. What was that about? Had mutual sexual chemistry suddenly overwhelmed them both?
Taking her up against a wall as Kurt had, right as she stepped into the room seemed out of character for the man that Carmen was coming to know. Why had he done it?
Well, she thought. I'll simply have to ask him to find out.
17. Bottom
"Stop," Kurt bit out, shaking her from her mental reverie.
Carmen felt his cock pulse inside her. Kurt was close, but clearly he didn't want to climax. Yet this was sexual torture for them both. This edging game they were playing was extremely entertaining. Would she make him come against his will again? She certainly hoped so.
Currently Carmen felt she was a little ahead in this sport, as her squeezing technique always drove a man wild.
Pleasing or teasing this man, Carmen found, was as satisfying as experiencing a ten out of ten orgasm. Earning his praise or even a small smile was equally fulfilling.
Carmen knew that she was beginning to have a bit of a crush on Kurt Nielsen.
Panting, Kurt's hands gripped her flesh, holding her still and anchoring her in place. Then he gave her an evil little grin. "My turn I think," he growled. "Rise up for a moment, not far, that's right. Stay right there."
Carmen felt the Dom in him returning, taking up the reins.
She positioned herself just slightly above him, his cock a li
ttle less than half way out. Kurt gripped her hard and held her perfectly motionless.
"Remain still while I fuck you," he said, his voice thick with savage lust. "Don't move and keep looking into my eyes. I want to see how you respond to what I do now."
"Yes, Sir," she said. Kurt's sexy voice resonated through her, sending shivers down her spine.
What was the man up to? He made it sound like a threat. Carmen looked into his implacable male features and felt a thrill of apprehension, adrenaline, and arousal. His hands were fast on her wrists, and the feeling of being trapped and held to his will made her pulse pound loudly in her ears in a fast, staccato rhythm.
"Keep those eyes on mine," he reminded her and she nodded. They were inches apart.
Kurt thrust up into her needy channel hard and fast. Each time he slammed himself all the way inside her, hammering in and out of her cunt with furious energy, as forceful as a jackhammer.
The room was silent except for the rapid slap of flesh on flesh, liquid suck and pull noises, the heavy fast thud of her heart, and their ragged breathing.
Barely aware of herself, Carmen began to make a lot of noise, incomprehensible, constant pleading sounds, combined with loud moans. Her skin was flushed and tingling. Her breasts felt tender, and her pussy and clit? Well, everything from her waist down was a frisson of overpowering erotic sensation.
Carmen had been holding back her orgasm for so long that her whole body ached with an urgent, unbearable need to climax.
Kurt looked to be at the end of his thread, too. His green eyes burned with fierce intensity. On the couch like this they were so close, eye to eye and chest to chest. Carmen should have felt vulnerable because she was exposed and defenseless against this innately powerful Dom.
Yet the perfect sexual intimacy they were sharing felt extraordinary.
Breathing raggedly, her eyes heavy lidded, Carmen stared at him. Kurt was so beautiful; the sight of his big body beneath her, his green eyes blazing, his thick hard cock pounding up inside her, fast and hard. Chest heaving, jaw clenched tightly, neck corded, body tense – these were all signs of the enormous physical exertion he was expending.
Relentless, Kurt fucked her with inexhaustible, bruising strength.
Perspiration coated his skin in a soft sheen of sweat as he pistoned himself inside her. Face to face they were so close that she could see the pulse pounding in his neck and could feel his every breath on her skin.
It was the ultimate.
Carmen loved the feel of Kurt holding her in a firm grip, captured to his will. Every commanding inch of his body strained with effort as he fucked her hard, giving himself up to the powerful primal need to mate.
No more coming to the edge of orgasm for Kurt, not with that intense grimace on his face and the subtle change in the feel of his cock. It looked like Carmen was going to win this game. Kurt was going to climax, and that knowledge made her even hotter.
Carmen had never experienced anything like this. Kurt hadn't even touched her clit. This brutal fast coupling was amazing. The sights and sensations all combined into perfect bliss. The building euphoria was irresistible, astonishing, overwhelming, sensual, exciting…
Oh shit!
Everything in her molten core tightened. Carmen felt her eyes widen and her throbbing pussy clench. She shivered and trembled violently.
"¡Oh Dios mío!" she shrieked, sobbing with intense pleasure and reverting to the Spanish she had learned as a child.
Taken unaware, Carmen's back arched as she lost all control and climaxed, her heated channel convulsing. She bucked and screamed, lurching, squirming, and plunging despite the bruising grip Kurt had on her wrists and hips.
"Fuck!" Kurt cried out.
Kurt continued to shout a string of passionate words, but they were incomprehensible to Carmen. Releasing her arms in order to grab her buttocks, Kurt pulled her closer against him for a few final thrusts.
With a rough guttural roar, Kurt climaxed not long after she did.
Boneless, Carmen collapsed onto Kurt's chest, both of them sweating panting, and hardly able to move. Carmen wondered if the pleasure centers in her brain would burn out all together if she kept this up.
Holy shit, Carmen thought. Kurt Nielsen. What a guy. I think I'm in love.
It made her want to laugh.
But in the post coital, nerveless, sensual bliss of that orgasm, she didn't have the strength for that.
18. Poetry
They cuddled together on the couch, languid and content, utterly comfortable in the moment. There was no need to talk.
Carmen sighed happily. Kurt had her head on his chest, with his arm thrown around her in a possessive, casual manner. From time to time she looked up at him. Each time Kurt was just so damn sweet. His eyes were soft, and his cheeky 'to hell with the whole world' smile was affectionate.
He had been really good for her. Carmen had worried that she may not be able to let go and enjoy sex again, the kind of sex she had always preferred, where she was dominated and taken over by a man's needs and desires.
It had occurred to her that perhaps Robert had beaten her naturally submissive nature out of her. Carmen smiled. Apparently not.
"I want to spank you," Kurt said. "Would you let me? Do you like to be spanked?"
She pulled away to look at him, and he took her hand, stroking and playing with her fingers. The sensation of his thick calloused fingers on hers was seductive and sensual. She wondered if he was doing it on purpose so that she would say yes.
"I like a spanking, if the guy knows what he's doing," she admitted.
He will see my scars, but what the hell, she thought. Why not be as honest as possible with the 'God of Thunderous Orgasms?' Besides, I enjoy a bit of sensually erotic hurt. Pain, correctly done, really does add to pleasure.
His face brightened like a kid with a pile of unopened presents on his birthday. "Is that right?" he asked.
"Absolutely."
"Hand, paddle or flogger?"
She gave him a grin. "You could surprise me."
"You're a woman who climaxes easily from a spanking aren't you?"
She gave him raised eyebrows and said, "What do you think?"
He laughed. "I knew it," he said. Kissing her fingers, he chuckled. "I wish we were at home in my playroom. I'd like to see those beautiful nipples in clamps for a start, or I'd bind you, and watch you wait and wonder what I'd do next. Maybe I'd blindfold you, too. I'd love to send you far off into sub space. Do you like bondage?"
Carmen blinked with an inner vision of all that his words conjured. Graphic pictures filled her mind, flashing one after another in full Technicolor: A fully stocked playroom, numerous toys, cuffs and...
Holy Mary Mother of God.
Would she allow this man to shackle her? After being imprisoned and hurt by the Asshole all that time? Her instinctive instant answer was a resounding YES.
Am I insane? she wondered.
Stunned, Carmen shut her eyes for an instant. Despite her history she was willing to trust Kurt Nielsen, and would consent to him physically constraining her. She would allow herself to be chained again, but only by him. No one else.
Carmen felt a flood of heat roll through her, just from the idea of spending some quality time under Kurt's masterful hand.
It astonished her, the confidence she had in him. Carmen had always had her doubts about Robert, which was why she felt so stupid for becoming trapped. Kurt didn't even rate a blip on her "weirdo-meter." Compelling, confident, with a dangerous dominant edge, Kurt Nielsen was also careful and caring.
He genuinely likes me, she thought, knowing it was true. And I really like him.
Kurt's eyes narrowed as he gave her a calculating look. "Never mind," he laughed. "I can see that you do enjoy a bit of bondage. The idea of having you bound, helpless and at my mercy while I torment you to orgasm again and again... well. That just does it for me. And I rather suspect that anything that does it for me will probably do it for you, too. Am
I right?"
After a moment's hesitation, Carmen admitted dryly, "Well, you're not wrong."
Kurt's smile dazzled her, and he threw back his beautiful blond head and laughed.
He was so carefree! It gave Carmen an absurdly happy buzz to have pleased and amused him.
Kurt put his hand on her nape and gave it a possessive little squeeze. "For now, I'm hungry and I think we need to order in something. Then I'm going to take you over my knee, and use my palm to make that beautiful ass of yours bright red. You are a naughty girl. You climaxed without permission."
She gave him a rather inelegant snort. "True, but if you recall, you lost control, too."
"Yes, but I'm the Dom," he said with a chuckle. "I'm allowed to lose control, and as my sub, you're not supposed to notice my imperfections."
Carmen giggled and smiled, helpless in the face of his adorable comments.
After being a prisoner and unwilling slave with Robert, Carmen had forgotten how much fun it was to hang out with someone who was not so damn serious, jealous, paranoid and just plain mean. Kurt was silly and untroubled, and she was starved for a bit of genuine laughter.
'Girls just want to have fun.' Wasn't that how the song went?
"You wondered why I moved that end table?" Kurt said. He was still fondling her fingers and how distracting was that?
"Well," he continued, "the arm of this couch is the perfect height. I'm going to have you on your back with your legs spread and that beautiful ass of yours in the air, right up on the end of this couch."
He continued playing with her fingers, tracing her skin, and pulling on each digit individually. It was so erotic - yet she could offer no explanation why. Her breath caught when he pressed his lips to her inner wrist.
"Is that so?" Carmen said. Liquid heat was pooling low in her belly and pelvis from the sexy images he projected. They both looked over at the end of the couch, and Carmen examined it with a critical, measuring gaze.
Oh yeah, she thought. That'll work.
Kurt, the observant hottie that he was, continued kissing and nipping her inner wrist and palm. He seemed well aware that they were sensitive erogenous zones. Just like he knew about that spot behind her ear. How could he read her so well?