by Sex, Nikki
"You take all the time you want, sweetheart," he said. "But I'm serious about giving the bastard a taste of his own medicine."
Carmen laughed because the idea of Robert getting a whipping sounded pretty good just then. "Thank you," she said. She looked over at the briefcase that he had brought in and intentionally changed the subject. "So what did you bring me?" she asked.
Kurt sat up and pulled over the black leather case. He tapped in the combination and opened it up. It was filled with bundles of green bills in small denominations. Carmen had never seen so much money in her life.
"Seriously?" she said. "You brought like, cash?"
"As you see," Kurt said.
"How much is it?"
"Ten thousand dollars," he said. "I thought maybe you had other expenses that maybe you needed to take care of."
Shocked and astonished, Carmen whooped, "Rich people!" Her face split into a wide grin. "Are you crazy? I won’t be able to keep that sort of money around, you big potato head! I don’t have a bank account. It isn’t like I'm paying for protection. When someone pays off a criminal they need to pay in cash. If you are on the level you can just use your Visa Card. Or you could have written a check to my lawyer."
There was an indignant expression on his face when he said, "Potato head?"
Carmen gave an irrepressible peel of laughter, the anxiety of Kurt's questions about her scars disappeared in the rush of silly amusement. People born into money, she thought. My God. It's a wonder they survive. They really have no idea of the real world at all.
"Shall I call you 'Thor the Godfather of Thunder' do you think?" she quipped.
Kurt gave her a big grin, but he also had the grace to look a little sheepish. Carmen laughed even harder, sitting forward and holding her stomach.
"Hey," he explained. "How would I know these things? You're not exactly catching me in my area of expertise here, little Miss 'I grew up in a gang neighborhood.' Come watch me working in construction and you'll be impressed."
"Never mind," she said. "I've already been impressed with your awesome skills anyway." She raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Hey, let me see that," she said, taking the briefcase from him. Carmen carefully studied every inch of it until she found what she was looking for. It was a miniature microphone – a bug. When she pointed it out to Kurt, he just gave a perplexed frown.
"Hey listen, DEA agents," Carmen said. "I really appreciate you not busting in here and all. That choice will go a long way toward getting on my good side. Kurt and I have some catching up to do. You know our room number, I assume. It's 2018 anyway if you don't. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I have figured out what you want from me. If it is what I think it is, I simply have to ask myself how you got that information. The only thing that comes to mind as a possibility… well, let me just say, if what I believe is true - you fuckers owe me big time, I swear to God."
Frowning, Kurt just stared at her, mystified.
"Kurt and I are going to spend the night here tonight, and then tomorrow I'm going to my lawyer. Her name is Terry Bleacher, she is on Broadway in Manhattan. I'll call you from there. Meanwhile this briefcase and your bug are spending the night in another room so this is us signing out."
Carmen rose and took the money to the closet, all the while smiling at Kurt. She put the briefcase inside, threw a spare blanket over it, and shut the door. Then she rested, leaning against the door.
"How did you know?" he asked. "They were so sneaky. I didn't even know that they planted that."
"I," she said with a smirk, "have a devious mind. They must really want me to have followed me all the way here to New York. There was no way they were going to chance losing me. But now they know I'm not going anywhere." She smiled. Then she pulled a cell phone out of her tracksuit pants that she had nearby, inserted the chip and called her lawyer. "Ms. Bleacher, Please."
"Wait a minute," Kurt said. "Does that mean they listened to us both having sex?"
"You mean could they hear every sound and word while we fucked like rabbits?" she said with a grin. "They sure could. Does it bother you?"
He grinned back at her. "Not in the least. They deserve it, especially that prick, a guy called Huber who has a big infuriating chip on his shoulder. I hope he has an erection that keeps him hard for the rest of the day without relief."
Carmen was put through and she held up her hand, letting Kurt know that she could no longer speak to him. Chatting for a little while with her lawyer, Carmen paced back and forth as she talked. Raising her eyebrows at Kurt, she tacitly asked his approval. Making an appointment for tomorrow morning at eleven o' clock, Carmen ended the call.
"Where did you get the phone?" Kurt said. "Or did you have two?"
"It is the same one I called you on," she replied.
"You told the DEA agents that you got rid of that phone."
Carmen giggled. "Oh, I just said it so they didn't bother tracing the call – that way I could keep it. I don’t have endless financial resources like you do, Kurt. I can't afford to go around throwing expensive things like phones away."
Kurt stood up suddenly, the power and strength in is large frame making her instinctively take a small step backwards.
That look in his intense green eyes, she thought with an electric spike of instant arousal. That man wants something, and he's coming right over here to get it.
Carmen wanted to purr with pleasure, because she had a pretty good idea of exactly what he longed for, and what he planned to get.
19. Spanking
Smiling with alert menace, Kurt strode towards her and with one sweep of his powerful arms he picked her up, right off the floor, capturing her against his chest. He had a bemused and admiring expression on his face as he gazed down at her, yet also a determined one. He carried her into the bedroom.
On the bedside table was a tube of lube with an attachment - Carmen had bought it and placed it there. Kurt spotted it instantly and laughed. The sound was boyish, light, and charming. It captivated her. Grinning, Carmen melted into Kurt's arms, her head on his chest, wanting to soak herself in his natural, wholesome goodness.
She snickered then because the 'natural, wholesome goodness' part sounded just like a fresh white bread commercial. Well, that made sense. Kurt was as rich and white bread as could be. Private schools, overseas trips, yearly vacations out in the country, riding horses or canoeing or whatever rich kids did for fun.
Carmen had never even been camping.
Kurt kissed her and tossed her down on the bed. Throwing himself on top of her, Kurt began tickling her. Rolling around on the bed together, they giggled and laughed and carried on like a couple of children until Carmen was totally out of breath and begging, and Kurt was sporting a massive erection again.
"My, my, Kurt," she said in a breathless tone of concern. "That must be uncomfortable. Do you think we should do something about it?"
"Carmen, my dear," he said, "You took the words right out of my mouth."
Kurt slid to the side of the bed in a sitting position and patted his thigh, raising his eyebrows at her suggestively. Carmen giggled.
"Now, young lady," he said. "I believe that I owe you a spanking. Come over here and take your medicine like a good girl." He raised his eyebrows. "Or shall I chase you down?"
Carmen gave a choking laugh. The idea of being pursued by Kurt in an adrenaline rush of furious fun sounded really good. Maybe they could do that later. With her carefully self-trained, sensual movements that were now second nature, Carmen crawled over to him.
"I'll be good, Sir," she said with a teasing smile. "This time anyway."
"Oh, Carmen," he said with an amused, yet slightly menacing purr. "Why do I get the feeling that you are going to get yourself into some serious trouble?"
Carmen only giggled in response. She wanted to laugh out loud, she wanted to cry with happy, silly joy, and she wanted to throw herself on him, and kiss him senseless.
She did none of these things, but her heart almost burst with happiness
.
Instead she just did as he asked, draping herself over his lap, and curling up, hugging his legs. Carmen pressed her face up against him, her cheek rubbing against his leg hair. Kurt smelled so good. His thick male thighs and strong calf muscles, so hard beneath her soft womanly skin, felt divine.
Not to mention that erection of his pressing against her flank, solid as a hot steel bar.
"Oh yeah," he said, rubbing and squeezing her buttocks with both hands, massaging every part of her with firm, stimulating strokes. "Now that's what I'm talking about. You just make yourself comfortable, sweetheart, because you're going to be there for awhile."
"Yes, Sir," she said from her happy place. Already she felt as if she was floating and blissed out, and he hadn't even gotten started. "Um…may I ask," she said in a dreamy headspace, "Is this a punishment?"
"Nope," he said, placing his hand on her nape and shifting her slightly so that her ass was positioned higher. The feel of him dominantly holding the back of her neck made something low in her belly coil with need. Jesus. Carmen thought she could climax just from that.
"I don't use pain as punishment," he added. "I inflict only pleasure through pain, sweetheart. Ready?"
"Yes."
"Good," he said, and then in a lower, more seductive tone, "Tell me what you want."
"Oh, God," she gasped and her whole body tightened. The erotic sound of his voice blew her away. It was a tease, it was a torment, and she was already fully prepared to beg. "Please, Sir, will you spank me until I come?"
"So polite," he said approvingly. "That sounds like a plan to me."
Kurt's left hand rested on her back to steady her while his heavy right palm descended. Slap! It landed between her naked buttocks. It wasn't painful. It was a strong, warming slap.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
In a rapid, regular rhythm Kurt struck every part of her buttocks, left cheek, right cheek, yet even with the occasional sting it only made the womanly flesh between her legs throb and ache. It felt amazing.
This sensual warm up period went on for some time. It could have been five minutes, it could have been fifty. Carmen's focus was on the sound of him spanking her, the feel of his palm, the heat of his hard male body against her skin, and the warm pleasure-pain sensations on her buttocks that somehow caused a curl of ecstasy right inside her core.
As he began to strike her harder, Carmen began to moan, and Kurt gave a dark chuckle.
"Spread your legs further apart, sweetheart," he ordered. Carmen instantly opened her legs. "That's right, nice and wide. I want to play with this sweet little cunt."
Carmen groaned, just from his beautiful voice and the erotic words he said.
With one hand gently resting upon her heated ass, Kurt used the finger of the other hand to trace her slit. Carmen whimpered as he explored her sex, parting her nether lips, and pushing two fingers inside.
"Oh, yes, oh, thank you," she mewled.
Kurt laughed. "You're flooding me a river down here, Carmen. So fucking wet." He cupped her sex with his soaking hand, massaging her slickness into her clit with two splayed fingers. Kurt worked her over, clearly trying to bring her to the brink of orgasm.
When Carmen convulsed, her pussy clamping on his fingers, Kurt stopped and waited. Carmen held her breath and then exhaled heavily, barely preventing a climax.
"Damn you're really amazing," he said. "I've never met any woman who has the orgasm control that you do."
Carmen giggled but said nothing. If he only knew. Robert taught her that by threatening her with that whip of his. Ever since then she had been able to stop her orgasms instantly. It just went to show that sometimes bad things help a person to learn something useful.
Carmen was making a lot of noise then, strange inarticulate strangled sounds of pleasure. There was just something erotic about being spanked that made Carmen's entire lower torso convulse with forbidden, wicked ecstasy.
It hurt, but the pain was delicious.
Kurt began to strike her hard, harder, the flat of his hand hitting her rounded buttocks, making them wobble and shake. Carmen moaned, flinching and squirming under each smarting blow.
"Your beautiful ass has my handprints on it. It's so fucking hot to see my marks there on your soft skin," Kurt said. "You have no idea how hard I am for you. Jesus Christ, I can hardly wait to get inside you again."
"Yes, yes," Carmen said. The fact that he wanted her so badly gave her primitive female satisfaction. "Oh please, please Kurt, fuck me."
"Not yet, greedy girl," he said with a dangerous purr. "You'll have to wait."
20. Something New
Kurt took Carmen totally by surprise by spreading her butt cheeks wide.
She felt her anus automatically pucker and her back passage clench with the exposure. Without hesitation Kurt's tongue circled the rosebud entry point of her anus, and then began to lick it.
Carmen called out in shock and pleasure. Kurt chuckled and squeezed her buttocks with bruising fingers, pulling her further apart and licking her asshole firmly with his velvet tongue. Kurt used one finger then, pushing it into her tight hole, stretching and pulling at the taut band of muscle.
Carmen had done all these things for Robert, but he had never done it for her.
The wicked pleasure of it made everything inside her simply stop. It was as if all her nerve endings were right there. Breathless, Carmen hardly moved, her mind and body stilled, entranced by the astonishing sensation of it.
"You like this, Carmen?" he crooned.
"Kurt, it…I…Jesus, yes!"
He laughed. "No one has done this to you before?"
"Never."
"I have all your attention now, don’t I, sweetheart?" he said, continuing to avidly lick her there. "You love anal and that's good to know. Once I have that ass of yours burning on the outside from my hand, then I'm going to make it burn on the inside with my cock. Would you like to take it up the ass, Carmen?"
"Yessssss!" she begged. "Please, please, fuck me now, oh fuckmefuckmefuckme!"
Kurt laughed and pulled back from her. Then he began spanking her with an increased tempo. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Carmen's pussy pulsed with every beat. She was keening and moaning now, completely at the end of her rope – unable to hold on much longer.
As if sensing her distress and the nearness to orgasm, Kurt stopped from time to time and stroked her abused buttocks, blowing on her heated flesh and caressing her, playing with her gushing pussy and swollen aching clit. Encouraging her and telling her how beautiful she was, and how much he wanted her.
"Do you want me to spank you even harder?" he asked.
"Yes, oh yes, please!"
Somewhere, somehow, Carmen had begun to totally love everything Kurt did to her. Strong pain? So what? If it was coming from Kurt, Carmen wanted it. Anything he wanted, she wanted too. Kurt was the ultimate lover. His sexual domination of her was unbelievably powerful. There was nothing more wonderful than submitting to him utterly, giving him anything, everything.
"Well, I don't know," Kurt said in a dry, teasing tone. "Should I spank you harder? I think you'd better beg for it."
"Oh, please, please, please…God!" Carmen moaned.
"Please what? Do you want me to stop?"
"Oh, God, no!" she gasped.
Kurt laughed and squeezed her butt cheeks with the fingers of both hands in a bruising, pinching grip. "No? he asked, tormenting her.
"Please don’t stop," Carmen clarified.
"What do you want?"
"Please," Carmen begged. "Harder! Spank me harder, then fuck me, ohfuckmefuckmefuckme" she began to chant again.
Kurt stroked her buttocks softly, soothing her abused flesh and sensually dipping between her cleft from time to time.
"Your ass is so pretty, it's fire-engine red, sweetheart," he said. "I wish you could see it. It's radiating heat like a furnace. I'm harder than granite from wanting you. I don't want to hold back, Carmen. I want to give it to you hard, as hard as I plan to sl
am my cock right up your ass. Would you like that, sweetheart?"
"Oh, yes," she said in a ragged voice. "Spank me hard. Use me hard. Do whatever you want with me, Kurt. I'm yours."
"Yes," he said. Kurt began to really beat her then, using the full force of his hand and shoulder, making her body jerk with each brutal blow.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Kurt's hand rhythmically struck her, sending shockwaves through her body. Carmen's womb contracted with each one. Her belly clenched and her sex gushed and pulsed. From time to time Kurt stopped and played with her, tracing her sopping clit and labia, running his fingers around her slit. He thumbed her throbbing clitoris, pulling back the slippery hood, and pushing his fingers into her wet channel.
Buttocks, thighs and her sex, everything burned and tingled, alive with heated awareness. Carmen couldn't believe the erotic sensual pleasure of it. Such wonderful sensations!
Euphoric pleasure and stinging fiery pain fought with each other and combined together into something gigantic and profound. A shudder was growing, something huge within her molten core. Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
Carmen heard the effort in Kurt's breathing, she felt his cock against her hard as stone, and she could smell the potent scent of his heavy male musk. She knew that Kurt was thoroughly enjoying himself. That made her so happy that the tears that were already flowing, came even faster.
Carmen felt like a wild animal in heat with shameless sexual need. On the outside, she jerked and writhed, gasping, pleading and sobbing with desire.
On the inside she was flying, soaring in mindless ecstasy.
"What do you want, Carmen?" Kurt panted breathlessly, his voice thick with lust.
"Please let me come!" she begged.
Kurt's laugh was lighthearted and carefree. The joyous sensation of it rolled through her in cleansing waves of happiness. "Come for me then, Carmen," Kurt said, putting two fingers into her greedy channel and flicking her throbbing clit with his thumb. His other hand squeezed her ass cheek hard. "Come now."
