Carmen's New York Romance Trilogy

by Nikki Sex

  It was that unconditional trust she gave. That was what really did it for the Dom in him. Pushing her boundaries and making her submit to his desires. Carmen had freely given herself completely into his care. It was astonishing really when she had clearly been mistreated previously.

  I am soooo going to tease her. Let's see how long my gorgeous girl can last.

  "My, my, my, my," Kurt said in character, using a soft voice. "What have we here? Such a beautiful woman, and she is sound asleep. Maybe if I am very careful I can touch her and I won't wake her. I really want to play with her beautiful body. Since she's asleep I might be able to do whatever I want with her…"

  Light and easy, in a slow soft approach, Kurt carefully moved Carmen's long silky hair back from her shoulder, kissing, biting, and nibbling his way along her throat and jaw and back again. Brushing his hand over the sensitive shell of her ear, he nibbled her earlobe and then bit it.

  Carmen exhaled in a hiss of pleasure.

  Kurt licked along her neck and behind her ear. Then he blew softly on her moistened skin. He already knew that sent her wild.

  Carmen made a soft feminine noise, a tiny desperate sound. It seemed very loud in the darkness.

  "Shush, shush, oh don't wake up, beautiful girl," he whispered. "I want to touch your perfect body and finger your tight, sweet little cunt. My God you smell fucking amazing, the seductive musk of a soft, sexy woman. Isn't it fantastic that you are so fast asleep?"

  Testing and teasing, Kurt stroked along the muscles of her shoulder and back, tracing her flank, and caressing the yielding round globes of her bottom, then down the back of her thighs. Her skin was so warm, supple and silky smooth.

  "I love the feel of her soft skin under my hands. See how her body quivers when I touch her?" he said. "Is she dreaming about me?

  All the while he made gentling sounds and comments, telling her what he felt from touching her, how she turned him on, and how her body was perfection.

  "She is still sleeping," he crooned as if talking to himself. "I'm going to do exactly what I want with her. Jesus, how big and soft are these beautiful breasts?" he said, giving them a light caress with the tips of his fingers. "And her nipples! I'm going to pinch and squeeze them. Then I'm going to finger her enticing feminine hole. I really want to taste that honey."

  Kurt reveled in Carmen's response. Her chest was rising and falling, short and fast. She was virtually panting and he had barely even touched her.

  Kurt couldn't recall the last time he had made love in the dark.

  Usually he wanted to see everything, watching for any reaction in his sub. Particularly a woman's eyes, as the eyes revealed all. And yet Kurt was delighted by the complete darkness of this room. Making love was somehow so much more intimate like this.

  Vision was overrated.

  In the inky black Kurt's hearing, sense of touch, smell and taste all were heightened to an extreme, erotic intensity. Without being able to see he was forced to simply feel and experience.

  So many times Kurt had blindfolded a sub, but it had been years since he himself had been blindfolded. He had forgotten the concentrated sensations one became aware of when not reliant on sight. Kurt felt so much more, alert to Carmen's every response, carefully listening, his hearing attuned to every sound.

  He took his time, enjoying her body, soothing over the angles and curves and sexy little dips. Her nipples were hard peaks as he stroked, rolled, pinched and pulled. All the while he continued his running dialogue of sensual comments, telling her how lucky he was to have found such a beautiful naked woman, a woman who slept so soundly so that he could do whatever he wanted with her.

  Carmen's flat soft belly quivered as he trailed down neared her juncture, brushing her distended clit just lightly causing her hips to buck. What a reaction to that small touch!

  Kurt smiled. Carmen was trying very hard to be 'asleep' but he knew that she was a live wire of electric sensual energy. This fantasy really did it for her. All he had to do was tell Carmen to come, and without even touching her Kurt bet that she could effortlessly obey his command.

  It was satisfying and fulfilling to know her so well already.

  Kurt's cock ached and he fisted it for a long moment, giving himself relief. This experience was testing his control. Nerve endings, smells, tastes, textures, and moist heated skin – everything seemed all the more stirring without the use of sight.

  He got to his knees and glided his lips along the soft swell of her breast, grazing her with his teeth, licking and nibbling. Her skin was moist with perspiration and she tasted salty sweet. Carmen's breath caught as his tongue dipped and teased. Wherever she responded he repeated whatever caused the reaction, languidly lingering there until she reacted again and again with quiet whimpers or moans.

  "Such wonderful soft breasts, and hard nipples," he murmured. "I am glad she's still asleep. I'm desperate and hungry for this beautiful body. What if she wakes? Will this gorgeous girl take pity on me? Will she let me take her? Will she give me what I need? I want to cover her in my seed, inside and out. I want to spray on her breasts and in her cunt, in her mouth, and in her ass. I want to pound her hard in every hole. Maybe I can fuck her and she will sleep right through it. Shall I put my stiff cock right up her cunt?"

  Carmen gave delightful shiver at that. His girl liked raunchy sex talk.

  He glided his hands up and down her torso, roaming and caressing, grazing her nipples with his thumb and she made another sweet desperate sound.

  "No, I don't want her to wake," he said in an intentionally seductive purr. "I'd better not risk it."

  The darkness was close and intimate. Kurt could smell Carmen's musky arousal – she smelled so freaking fantastic. His friend, André, called a woman's scent, "the most enticing of erotic perfumes." It was true. One sniff drove him mad. He could almost feel more blood rush into his already swollen aching cock.

  Kurt's heart pounded loudly in his ears. The street sounds from below and the hotel air conditioning made a soft white noise in the background. Carmen made breathless little gasps and occasional involuntary noises that she couldn't suppress. It all combined to create a sexy melody that enhanced the inky darkness.

  Wanting to check her pulse, Kurt put his hand around Carmen's neck to find how rapid her heart beat was. Her immediate reaction surprised him, her deep, low, almost anguished moan. Did she enjoy the feel of his hand encircling her throat? Tentatively he tightened his grip and she moved restlessly, writhing and whimpering with need.

  Her thudding heartbeat quickened under his hand.

  My, my, Kurt thought as a rush of pleasure rolled through him. Carmen really likes this. Is it the feel of a collar? Or the idea of erotic asphyxiation that is exciting her? I'll have to find out.

  "Maybe she wants a Dom to take complete control?" he said, making his voice a low seductive whisper. "I wonder if this sweet naked woman would like to be collared?"

  Carmen gasped and Kurt's fingers flexed their grip on her neck, causing her to make a noise between a sob and a moan. Her entire body trembled.

  Everything stopped in one timeless moment.

  A number of profound truths flashed into his Kurt's awareness. Whether she knew it or not, Carmen longed for a collar. It was a profound, primal urge. This strong, vibrant young woman was vulnerable, incomplete and unfulfilled.

  Kurt felt a thrum of sexual energy. Need and power seemed to transfer in a vast surge, from her - right into him. Carmen had a deep seated wish to be owned: To be possessed completely. To serve the right man.

  I want her. Carmen's mine.

  It would be his privilege to protect her and care for her and keep her. Such primitive male desires nearly overwhelmed him. Kurt had never felt like this before. Logically it was way too soon for thoughts of forever. Such foolishness. Such madness!

  But who said love was logical?

  Carmen is who I've been seeking, he thought. We complete each other.

  Kurt tightened his hold, circling his
fingers around her throat, capturing her, collaring her. This was not part of their playful scene. This wasn't an act. Kurt was deeply aroused and absorbed by an intoxicating buzz. Right now Carmen belonged to him - he owned her, body, mind and soul. That awareness made him feel incredibly powerful. It slid him right into that carnal, earthy Dom headspace that he so craved.

  I would be honored to receive the gift of her submission forever.

  Carmen is mine, he thought with conviction once more. The intense joy of it balanced him, making the whole world seem right and on track.

  I'm going to keep her.

  3. Eruption

  Kurt kissed and soothed around her nape, gliding his lips over her skin.

  Regretfully, he took his hand away from her throat. Carmen reacted as he expected, giving a little helpless cry of loss. That was okay. They could talk about it later. They had lots of time. They had an entire future together. Kurt frowned. At least once this DEA situation was resolved.

  Stroking and caressing, Kurt ran his hand down between the crease of her buttocks and moved his hand between her legs. Carmen exhaled in a rush and he paused instantly, the calloused tips of his fingers only just touching the moist heat of her cleft. Wetness flooded his hand in tiny bursts. It was as if she was having sharp, gushing contractions without release.

  "Is she awake?" he whispered hoarsely. "I wonder if I should keep playing with her?"

  Kurt's chest was against her back, the hard length of his erection pressing against her buttocks. His probing fingers reached between her legs from behind her, his arm pushing against her butt. Kurt's big hand cupped her small mound, holding it, and pressing one clever finger gently against her distended clit.

  "Oh, God!" Carmen cried out.

  Kurt froze, but only for a moment. The woman was sopping wet and ready for him and he was hard and throbbing. While this dreamy languorous game had been fun, he didn't feel like playing anymore.

  He needed to fuck her. Hard.

  Kurt's balls, full and heavy, tightened. He wanted to shoot his aching load deep in that tight cunt of hers.

  "I don't care if she wakes," he said in a husky, determined voice. "I have to be inside her, right now.'

  Kurt lifted her leg to give himself access, reaching his right arm under it and gripping the blade of her left hip. He guided himself to her entrance, and put his other hand on her right shoulder for leverage. Gliding inside easily from her flood of soft slickness, Kurt pushed his thick shaft deep.

  It was then that she utterly surprised him.

  Screaming, Carmen erupted.

  Kurt had extensive sexual experience. He had tried a lot of different things so it was honestly amazing that Carmen had been able to surprise him at all.

  As Kurt thrust his cock deep into her narrow little sheath, Carmen reacted so violently that for a moment Kurt felt as if he had stabbed her. It was like his cock was a spear and he had impaled some sort of wild animal upon it. The animal was violently writhing and screaming and thrashing.

  After pushing deep inside, Kurt hadn't even moved.

  Carmen's cunt convulsed in a number of pre-orgasmic pulses, yet not going over. Kurt was too stunned to climax himself. The woman was completely out of control. This fantasy of hers must have been building for some time. He could refuse to allow her an orgasm, but that would just be cruel. There was only one thing to do.

  "Come for me, Carmen," he said in a loud authoritative tone.

  Carmen exploded with a shriek.

  Kurt held her while she bucked and jack knifed, writhing in raw pleasure and squeezing his dick like a vice. He felt like a spectator, even though he couldn't see in the darkness. What he heard and felt was more than enough. Kurt felt the orgasm rip through her body. Panting, gasping and thrashing, Carmen squeezed his cock and called his name again and again, the raw sound of it tearing from her throat.

  Holy shit. How many orgasms was that anyway?

  Kurt remained inside her, caressing and soothing as she came down from that… what? What was that anyway? An epileptic fit perhaps? When she finished trembling from aftershocks, and had come back to herself, Kurt pressed his lips against her cheek in a chaste kiss.

  "Okay, sweetheart?"

  Carmen gave a choked laugh. "Oh yeah, really, really okay," she said and there was reverence in her tone. "Thank you, Kurt. That was a long time fantasy of mine. You fulfilled it better than the original concept, I swear. From now on I'm going to masturbate to that, I think."

  He gave her a wicked chuckle, and when he spoke he heard how deep his lust-filled voice was. "You won’t be masturbating without me, Carmen," he said, the powerful truth of that statement echoing in his ears. "You're mine, sweetheart and every one of your orgasms is mine, too. Don’t even think of using my pretty little cunt without me instructing you on what I want done with it."

  "Oh," she said. Carmen quivered, and Kurt knew that tremor. It was hyper-sexual and horny, a combination of excitement, animalistic need and hunger. In response his cock jerked from where it rested, hard as steel inside her.

  "Oh," she said again, this time seemingly aware that he hadn’t had his own orgasm.

  "Oh, is right," he growled. "It is my turn to climax, and you are going to come again."

  Carmen made a cute feminine mewling sound of pleasure, "Oh yes, Sir," she breathed. "If it pleases you."

  Kurt pulled out of her, and moved her flat onto her back, guiding himself back inside her with a groan. "Put your arms and legs around me, sweetheart," he said, bracing himself up on his shoulders.

  Carmen locked her legs around his hips, and her arms around his neck. She was so light and little in contrast to him. So soft and feminine, compared to his male hardness.

  Placing his hand firmly on her throat, Kurt used his fingers as a collar. A hard shudder wracked her small frame at his touch. With his lips sliding over hers, he took her in a possessive, passionate kiss as he began to thrust in deep, measured strokes. Kurt fell into her, fucking her mouth with that kiss - keeping nothing back.

  Carmen clung to him, holding on to him like a life boat in a rough open sea. Her whole body quaked.

  Mine. Mine. Mine.

  This time when they made love he started slow, sweet and easy, speaking in soft whispers of affection and tenderness. Kurt was still reeling from the awareness that he wanted, and needed Carmen. That he would never be whole without her.

  She was that elusive perfect sub, a woman who sought his domination and met it with devotion.

  Carmen gave herself completely.

  They flowed together in the darkness, the sound of their ragged breaths loud in the hotel room. Kurt ended by fucking her fast and hard like an animal, desperate to slake his lust.

  When he was close he ordered, "Now! I want that climax now! Give it to me!" Carmen instantly came for him, the muscles of her cunt squeezing his aching shaft in pulsing waves.

  "Oh, fuck," Kurt said, drawing in a deep breath at the intense spike of pleasure that radiated along his spine, buttocks and balls. "I'm going to fill you up," Kurt cried out, pounding into her in a short fast rhythm, relentlessly seeking his own release. Kurt's muscles bunched and flexed as he felt his balls shoot their load and his sperm erupted deep inside her.

  Their near mutual completion satisfied them both.

  Once they had come down from that high, Kurt got up and brought a washcloth and towel back to the bed and gently cleaned between her legs. He enjoyed the possessive intimacy of such an action.

  He couldn’t see Carmen - there was only an outline in the inky blackness of the bedroom. Yet he could feel the electric link of their connection, and the softness between her legs as she obediently opened them for him. Carmen's surrender and total submission was almost palpable in the darkness.

  This is my cunt. I want it clean and dry so my girl sleeps well tonight, he thought. Carmen is mine. The thought gave him a powerful sense of fulfillment.

  Entwined in each other's arms, they both instantly fell back to sleep.
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  4. Land Mine

  Kurt woke at 7am the usual time he got up.

  Quietly he rolled over, and propped himself on an elbow to look at Carmen. Even with blackout curtains there was plenty of light in the room, although it was dim. Shoulder-length silky dark hair, long eyelashes, a clear, coffee-cream complexion – the woman was simply yummy. An outline of her shapely figure hid just under the sheets. Imagining pulling those sheets down and exposing her naked body increased his temperature and quickened his pulse.

  Carmen was curled toward him, both hands under her pillow. Her mouth was slightly open.

  She was drooling.

  Vastly entertained at this show of such a human, personal side to her, Kurt grinned like a madman. Jesus she was just so damn adorable. Carmen had told him that she had stayed overnight in a shelter the night before, and between the crack-heads and the alcoholics and the occasional crying baby, she hadn't gotten much sleep.

  The woman had so sexually enflamed him last night that he hadn't gotten much sleep either.

  Kurt remembered her instant reaction yesterday when he had said, "You are the most fantastic sub I have ever known, Carmen. I don’t know who trained you, but you must have been a natural."

  Talk about stepping on a land mine.

  Land mines were an out-of-the-blue, totally unforeseen reaction. Kurt had unexpectedly triggered the device by giving Carmen a compliment. Fortunately Kurt's mentor, André Chevalier, had taught him how to deal with land mines.

  What exactly had set Carmen off, he wondered? The result had been dramatic. Like most land mines, it had resulted in a response that was waayyy out of proportion to the situation.

  Kurt was good with women, and he understood land mines. While he hadn't yet explored or defused the damn thing, he had managed to take his foot off of it, and distract her. Then he had made his escape.

  Who wanted to be bombarded with a relationship-threatening explosion of emotional shrapnel?

  Then there was that other over-the-top response when he had noticed the scars on her back. Now there was a subject he probably should steer clear of.