by Sex, Nikki
"So where does the Prejudice come in?"
"Oh," Kurt said. "You had a low opinion of rich people."
"Wait a minute," she said, slapping him on the shoulder indignantly. "Do you mean that I had both the pride and the prejudice? Then what did you have?"
Kurt's response was instant. He jerked her against him, pulling her up along his lean body, lifting her off her toes. She was so little, probably half his weight, so soft and feminine and curvy. His fingers dug into her ass. Carmen's big breasts felt perfect when flattened against his chest. Kurt kissed her soundly, and then let her down. Damn, his cock was already hard.
"I had a crush on you, right from the get-go," he said. That comment seemed to silence Carmen for a moment. "You know, maybe our story is a bit more like Cinderella because I searched high and low for you."
Carmen laughed. "Well then it was a good thing that I finally picked up the phone and called. Cinderella never thought of that, did she?"
They teased and flirted and laughed all day. Carmen had been open and honest on every subject. There had not been one hint of a land mine. Had recent events put her troubled mind at rest? Kurt certainly hoped so.
It was so easy to talk to her.
On the way back, Kurt made sure they passed by one of his favorite park benches. "Do you know that there are over 9,000 park benches in Central Park?"
Carmen grinned, her long dark hair shining in the sun, her teeth white against her coffee and cream skin. Kurt felt a little flutter low in his gut just looking at her. "No, Kurt," she said with a suspicious, assessing look in her eyes. "I didn’t know that. You didn't make that up, did you?"
"Nope, it's true," he said. "There is also an 'Adopt-A-Bench' program. You pay a sum of money, and you can have your own inscription put on your bench."
"Is that right?"
"C'mere," he said, pulling her down with him onto a wood and cast iron bench. "This right here is my favorite bench. Check this out," Kurt said, showing her the inscription.
"C'est Lui Pour Moi, Moi Pour Lui, Dans La Vie."
"What does it say?" Carmen asked.
"It's French, and it means: 'In life, there is only him for me, and me for him,'" Kurt said.
"Oh," Carmen said and when she looked at him their eyes locked.
Kurt pulled her onto his lap, but he held her in a way that he could keep looking into her eyes. They were soft and bright. He could read her so well, and she could read him. Or maybe they could sense each other's feelings. If so his feelings may well overwhelm her, because they were so strong.
"You know what I would inscribe on my bench?" he said softly.
Carmen shook her head, her breathing slightly uneven.
"I would get a bench a lot like this one, kind of sweet and rustic and romantic," he said. "And on it I would have a plaque saying, "Carmen is the only one for me."
22. Rabid
Kurt couldn’t wait to get Carmen home where he planned to fuck the living daylights out of her. The way he felt the poor woman probably wouldn't be able to walk for a week.
Carmen had a mischievous saucy glint in her eyes and a graceful, yet sexy swing to her hips as she walked. She knew exactly what he was thinking, wonderful little slut that she was. By Christ, she would be hot and wet as hell for him. Already his cock was so hard it ached. Kurt prided himself on control, but right now he had no control.
He felt like a rabid dog.
"Thank God," Kurt said as he opened the front door. He pulled Carmen inside and slammed it shut, slamming her up against the door, holding her in place with his mouth, his hands and his body.
Carmen smelled and tasted so good. Delicious.
Kurt devoured her with his mouth, ravaging, kissing and licking inside her. He was moaning, and she was, too. One hand gripped her hair tight with a fist. Kurt knew she liked to have her hair pulled, and he liked that control, liked keeping her in the exact place he wanted her to be.
His other hand roamed with urgent purpose, getting under that tee shirt, unfastening her front opening bra, and reaching in to cup one swollen breast. Carmen whimpered, and mumbled a husky, "God, yes," as he pulled and tugged a nipple.
She was so soft, but her nipples were hard as rock.
"Jesus, woman," Kurt said, his voice rough with lust. "I don't want to do it on the floor again." He clenched his jaw and forced himself to stand back from her. "You unravel me."
Carmen stood weak kneed in front of him, her lips puffy, swollen and red from his kiss. Her eyes were dilated and heavy-lidded, her silky hair mussed, her clothes awry.
"Go to the bedroom, take everything off," he ordered tersely. "Get a pillow for your knees. Then kneel for me in front of the dressing room mirror."
Carmen blinked while her sexually fogged brain seemed to process this.
"Go now," he snapped.
Carmen's brain seemed to click into gear and she left. Kurt inhaled a deep breath, counted to ten, and exhaled. Feeling more in charge of himself, he stripped off. He knew he should make her wait – to show that he could. Kurt smiled. But that would be a lie. With his jutting erection stiff and bobbing, he went after her.
Carmen had obeyed his commands, of course. She was in that hot pose of hers, with her eyes downcast. She had positioned herself so that he could watch as he slid in and out of her mouth with the mirror, which was exactly what he wanted.
Kurt's cock bounced as he walked, he was so fucking hard. He squatted down before her, and felt between her legs, cupping her mound and teasing her swollen folds. Yep. Dripping, just as he figured.
"I usually have a sub look at me," Kurt said in a husky voice, trying unsuccessfully to speak normally. "But this is pretty hot. You can't see me as I study every part of you."
He began to stroke her hair, and shoulders, then her breasts, weighing them with both hands, rolling and tugging her nipples.
"I love how aroused you get for me, your breasts become swollen and heavy and your nipples get hard," he said. Kurt ran his calloused fingers down her back, and between her buttocks and then up her spine.
"This body is mine, isn't it, Carmen?" he said.
"Oh, yes, Kurt."
He stood up. "Look at my cock now, sweetheart," he said.
Carmen's gaze traveled up and she looked with avid desire at his erection. It jerked from the attention, and her pink tongue flicked out as she licked her lips. Kurt groaned. He could feel the warmth of her breath on him, he was so throbbing and sensitive.
"That's right," he purred. "Wet those lips and get them ready for my cock. Lace your hands behind your back now, good girl. Tell me, what do you want?"
"Can I suck you off?"
"Carmen," he said in a wry amused voice, "you sure can. Look at me now."
Carmen's eyes locked on his, and the concentrated feel of her gaze burned into him. It was like some sort of two-way telepathy as energy passed between them. He felt the familiar buzz of Dom space heating his blood.
Fuck. Was that desire or connection or love or what? Whatever it was, it was damn intense.
Kurt cupped the back of her head to draw her to him. He had to push his cock down into her mouth, because he was so damn swollen and erect. Carmen moistened her lips once more, and parted them. Kurt watched her eyes widen as he pushed inside.
"There we go," he said gruffly, as she instantly started licking and sucking. "Damn that feels good." When her head began to bob he said, "No, stay still. I'm going to fuck your face in a minute. You don’t have to do anything but accept my cock."
Carmen moaned and her eyes began to drift shut with pleasure.
"Look at me, sweetheart," he ordered, and she did.
Kurt placed both hands on either side of her head, tangling them in her hair, his eyes locked on hers. His grip was firm, letting her feel his dominance. He was bigger than she was, and much stronger, yet he hadn't simply taken the power that he had over her. Carmen had given it freely. She was his.
"I know what you like, Carmen," he said in a low, seductive
tone. "You'd like me to use you hard until I come, wouldn’t you? You want to drink my seed."
Carmen shut her eyes against the pleasure of his words and moaned.
Oh yeah, he thought, submissive through and through.
Kurt got high just being near her, and she got off on him. They were like a lock and a key that fit perfectly together, needing each other for completion. Carmen gave him purpose and meaning.
"I'm going to watch in this mirror while I slide my cock right down your throat," he said. "Take some deep breaths baby because you make me so damn horny, I have to take you hard."
Carmen whimpered, her nostrils flaring. Fuck she was hot for it.
Holding her tight, Kurt fucked her. Carmen's mouth was full of saliva – something he figured she had intentionally done to give him a soft, wet ride. Jesus she was good, so amazingly able to take him in all the way. Kurt was instinctively aware of her breathing and he never cut off her air for long. Carmen swallowed him down so that with a regular pace her nose was pressed against his pubic hair.
He was so aroused that he wouldn't last long.
Sweet and compliant to whatever he wanted, Carmen knelt before him. Was there anything better than a beautiful and eager submissive? A sub with her legs apart, her dripping cunt exposed, on her knees with her mouth full of cock? Kurt didn’t think so.
Carmen loved to please him. She was devoted to his pleasure.
The elation in her face, her greedy moans and whimpers as she sucked his dick, desperate to drink his cum… it was all too much. The erotic sensation and joy of it sent him over.
"Oh, fuck," he cried out while he climaxed, convulsing in her mouth. Kurt's hands tightened on her hair as he held her in place, keeping her right where he wanted her as he filled her with cum.
He pulled out when he finished. Carmen licked her lips and looked up at him: Eager, hungry and avid. It was as if body and soul, she strained toward him, wanting to serve him.
Yet she remained patiently still, submissively waiting to be told what to do.
Perfect, he thought. Carmen is simply perfect.
23. Shameless
Now that Kurt had climaxed, he was back in the game. Taking the edge off was the only way to recover control. It was Carmen who tested him. He had never known anyone who made him so sexually out of control and desperate.
He pulled her to her feet and just naturally embraced her, needing her closeness. Then he swung her up into his arms, walked over to the bed and tossed her on to it. Carmen squealed.
"Arms over your head, sweetheart," he ordered. "And spread those legs."
Kurt took his time, parting her with his fingers, enjoying the lush pink swell of her pussy and running his tongue along her slit to taste her sweet honey. To his delight, she was panting breathlessly, with the occasional broken cry from deep in her throat.
When he slid a finger into her, while licking her clit, she became louder, fisting the sheets, and begging him to fuck her.
Ah, he thought, utterly satisfied. My shameless woman, overpowered with lust.
She was such a wanton greedy girl. Kurt loved to see her that way, enslaved by desire. He took his time fingering her, moving in and out, enjoying making her squirm.
From time to time he took Carmen's clit right into his mouth, suckling and nursing it. He felt it inside him then, throbbing away like an athlete's heartbeat during a marathon. He smiled and thought about earplugs once more. Man, could she make some noise or what? Her ability to resist orgasm was still astonishing, although he did pull back when he felt her coming too close.
Kurt loved to watch her. He owned her, body and soul. The heady joy of it resonated throughout him. "Who do you belong to, Carmen?" he said, and his voice sounded deep and rough to his own ears. Jesus she made him insatiable.
"You, Kurt," she screamed. "I belong to you!"
"Damn right you do," he said.
Carmen was panting for him, her hips undulating, her needy sex sucking his fingers in. Her cunt was gushing, ejaculating her slick honey almost like a man in climax. How long could he keep her on the edge? How long could she last?
"Please, please, please," she chanted, and Kurt finally took pity on her, deciding that he had tortured her enough. Face flushed, the poor girl was sweating and burning hot.
"Come for me, Carmen," he growled and he watched as she let go and went off like a firecracker. Before she had calmed, he slid between her legs, thrusting his rigid length inside her. She called out as he entered, her greedy sex sucking him in, still convulsing in aftershocks.
"Put your arms and legs around me, sweetheart and hold on," he ordered. "It's going to be a rough ride." Kurt hammered into her then, in a frantic, urgent rhythm, loving the sounds and smells that were uniquely hers. Her thighs clenched hard around him as his flesh slapped against hers. Kurt felt her pelvis tilt up, arching her body against him, sucking his cock in. He knew that she was desperate to take him inside her, as far as he could go. No matter how much he gave her, she always wanted more.
Horny little slut, Jesus! Kurt's balls tightened and he felt the pleasurable, yet excruciating cramp of pre-ejaculation.
"I'm going to pump my cum into you, Carmen," he said with a guttural groan. "And you are going to take it. Do you want my cum? Are you a little cum slut?"
"Yes, yes!"
As she was close once more, he decided they should go off together.
"Now, Carmen, come again now," he commanded as his hips pushed her wide apart as he went deep, jetting his hot seed inside her. They found their shattering release in concert, and Kurt reveled in the sound and the feel of her under him. With powerful convulsions Carmen milked his dick dry.
Still inside of her, Kurt rolled over, pulling her on top of him. They spent time coming down from that high. Carmen lay on his chest, the heavy scent of sex in the air. They soothed and cuddled each other, tender and intimate. Every moment he spent with Carmen only made him feel closer.
Eventually Kurt brushed her hair back from her face and said, "Do you realize that I haven’t even tied you up yet?"
Carmen smiled. "It's like being at the start of Monopoly. We haven’t been around the board once, much less rolled the dice."
Kurt laughed and kissed her, sliding out from her. His mindless cock was still erect, wanting more. Propped on one elbow he tapped her thigh. Carmen obediently spread her legs. Kurt watched as his semen and her own honey slid out from her luscious swollen folds.
"Fuck that looks hot," he said, fingering her cunt and then putting his cum into her mouth to taste. Carmen gave an ummm of pleasure as she sucked his fingers. When he withdrew them she gave him an unreadable Mona Lisa smile.
"While I would be happy to have you feed me your cum all day long," she said, "I unfortunately have to go to the bathroom."
Kurt reached over and handed her a washcloth. "Go, baby."
Languid and content, Kurt watched her gracefully walk to the bathroom. She was so poised and delicate, combined with being smart, funny, street-wise and independent. Carmen was the perfect combination.
Mine, he reminded himself. No matter what happens I'm never going to let her go.
24. Road Block
When she returned Kurt held out his arms. With a little squeal of delight, she jumped into them.
"I like a little game," he said. "So here is what I am going to do." He checked his watch. "I am going to shut my eyes and count to ten. You can run, and you can hide. If I find you in the next five minutes, then I am going to take you to the playroom and have my wicked way with you. If you evade me, then instead of that we will come back to this bed where I am going to continue to eat you out and make you come again."
Carmen frowned as she thought that through. Then she smiled. "That sounds like a win-win to me."
Kurt lay back and shut his eyes. "One, two, three…."
Giggling like a preschooler, Carmen jumped up and started running. He laughed when he opened his eyes in time to see her buttocks shaking their way out the
door in her hurry.
Kurt unlocked the playroom, and then started looking for her. He caught a flicker of tan flesh as it raced through the kitchen and he pounded hard after her.
She was sneaky, because he must have passed her. How had she hidden from him? Yet he must have walked right by her as he next saw her moving through the living room - devious little wanton that she was. Kurt was soooo going to spank her when he caught her.
But he was close now and she could never outrun him. Kurt caught her by the waist and Carmen shrieked.
"Gotcha!" he said, throwing her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. Carmen squirmed and struggled so he gave her bottom a hard slap, more than once, and she relaxed then, surrendering.
"You are so going to get it," he warned her. "I am seriously going to tie you up and torture you until you beg to do whatever I want."
Carmen giggled.
"What's so funny?" he demanded.
"I already want to do whatever you want, but I don’t mind begging."
Opening the door, Kurt brought her inside his playroom. It was a light room, with dark hardwood floors, and a tan and olive Persian carpet. There was a spanking bench and a bed, and a ton of various toys in the built-in wardrobes. As he gently put Carmen down, she looked up and saw the St. Andrew's Cross.
And then she fainted dead away.
~~~
Generally Kurt was calm in a crisis, and this was no exception.
He took her back to bed, and covered her up, checking her pulse and her breathing. She was ice cold. Then he called his doctor. By the time the doctor arrived, Kurt was dressed, and Carmen was awake in her bathrobe in bed; she hadn't been out for long.
The doctor took blood samples and spoke calmly, taking a full medical history. Not diabetic? No? Well, there were many reasons for a woman to faint: Pregnancy, anemia, shock, oncoming illness or disease process. He would let Carmen know when he had the results of the blood test.
Both Kurt and Carmen took tests to include Sexually Transmitted Diseases, too. Kurt felt they may as well get that out of the way while the doctor was here.
When the doctor left, Carmen was as serious as Kurt had ever seen her. She was guarded and quiet and her mind was clearly spinning.
