Carmen's New York Romance Trilogy

by Nikki Sex

  For some reason Carmen wanted to cry.

  It wasn't going to be a happy cry either. Consequently it was time for a distraction.

  "Oh, oh," he said, and Carmen frowned.

  Kurt stood up, took her cup from her and put it on the bedside table. Then he threw back her covers. Kurt bent over and grabbed Carmen, easily tossing her naked body over his shoulder. One hand landed on her bottom, the other on her thighs, holding her there.

  Carmen gave a satisfying female squeal, but she apparently knew better than to struggle. Kurt wouldn’t mind a little struggle, and the playful, satisfying sex that would result from it. Sadly they didn't have time this morning for that. They needed to talk.

  "What," she said giggling like a child, "what are you doing?"

  Kurt snagged her blue silk bathrobe and went out to the main room. He put her down on her feet. Carmen stood near the cart with all the food on it, in front of a chair he had pulled up for her.

  "Don't move," he said when he put her down.

  Motionless, Carmen just stood there, naked. Damn, she was the best sub, so quick to comply. Kurt took the bathrobe and held it out. "Right arm," he instructed, "Left arm." He put the robe on her, and carefully tied it, smoothing it along her body. "Okay, sit down."

  Carmen did so, all the while with a bemused little frown on her face.

  "Hands on your thighs, and leave them there," he ordered and she obeyed. Kurt pulled up another chair and sat across from her, capturing her legs in between his own. Then he took the cover off the omelet, cut a small piece with a fork and held it toward her mouth.

  "Open," he ordered, and she did, and began to chew with a perplexed smile on her face. Carmen's shiny dark hair fell over her shoulders, ruffled and mussed with sleep. Her eyes were bright with humor.

  "I'm hoping you are going to explain," she said, and he shoveled another portion into her mouth.

  "You just keep eating," he said, "and I'll do the talking. You do like egg, right?"

  "Now you ask?" she said with a snicker. "But yes, I do, thank you."

  "Okay," Kurt said. "This is how I see it. Back there in the bedroom, when I mentioned the lawyer, you immediately looked to me like you were about to burst into tears. The thing is, Carmen, it's just plain foolish to try to deal with shit when a body is tired and hungry, you know? That is what my gramma Annie always said, and honestly, that woman generally knows what she is talking about. You didn’t get much sleep last night, and you need your breakfast before we get into it."

  Kurt emphasized this point by putting another mouthful inside her. "While I don't know everything yet, I have a pretty good idea about you, Carmen."

  Pausing, he picked up the cloth napkin and wiped a little bit of egg from the side of her mouth. She accepted this attention without protest. Carmen never moved her hands from her thighs. Kurt knew she would obey him to the letter. The woman had been well trained – which was a sensitive subject apparently.

  Someday soon he would ask her about that.

  Kurt already knew that Carmen would tell him anything, but he didn’t need it all just yet. He savored her trust. D/s wasn't just about getting off. For him it was about total surrender of the sub, body, mind and soul. Yes, Carmen had mental, emotional and physical shields, who didn’t? He knew he could breech them whenever he chose to.

  Kurt fully intended to do so when the time was right.

  That unique bond that they had forged went both ways. While Kurt had scaled her walls, she had also penetrated his genial good-natured mask and seen him, too. What a woman. Carmen was full of astonishing secrets. She was so strong and funny and such a survivor. They said opposites attract, but Carmen wasn't his opposite. Sure their upbringing had been totally dissimilar, but she was like him.

  Carmen had the same irreverent humor, a sense of the ridiculous and an irrepressibly cheerful outlook toward life.

  Right now was the hardest bit, he thought. They just had to get through whatever this DEA crap was, and whatever BIG secret she feared telling him. From then on Kurt figured that there would be years of nothing but laughter and fun and fulfillment ahead of them both.

  8. Submission

  "Your submission runs deep, sweetheart," he said, still feeding her breakfast.

  He grinned at her and she grinned back. Damn she had a beautiful smile. She was enjoying his attentions, and Kurt was glad of that. Carmen had been about to fall into some sort of unhappy place and Kurt had successfully diverted her.

  "You are such a treasure," Kurt said. "We haven't talked about much, but I've told you how I feel. 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."

  Then he began to butter the toast, and put a liberal amount of strawberry jam on it, carefully cutting off the edges while keeping an attentive wary eye on her. Watching what he was doing, Carmen just stared. Now what was his gorgeous girl thinking? Was she in shock? Or surprised? Or falling back into that heavy sense of grief and loss?

  "My gramma used to cut the crusts off when I hit a low sometimes," he explained. "It kind of makes you feel special, doesn’t it? When someone takes that sort of trouble?"

  Carmen pressed her lips together and her face screwed up. She looked just like she was going to cry again. Kurt put the toast down.

  "Sweetheart," he said reprovingly, using his trump card. "I think you're being really selfish." Kurt watched as this unanticipated censure instantly snapped her out of her mood.

  "I am?" she asked, clearly disturbed by this idea.

  "You are," he confirmed, giving her a stern look. "Did you think about me?"

  She frowned. "What about you?"

  "Well here I am," Kurt said, pushing more toast in her mouth. "I'm the one who is upset and wants to cry. I bet you didn’t even notice did you?"

  Carmen cracked up laughing, because it was such an out of left field comment. Making her laugh, of course, had been his intention.

  "You want to cry?" she snorted.

  "Of course I do," he said. "I just found you, and I want to keep you, but we are going off to your lawyer and for all I know you are going to go to jail." Kurt allowed a little of his true feelings to show, his anxiety, his desire, his esteem. He held her chin and brushed her lips with a thumb. Then he gave her a light, chaste kiss.

  "I'm going to help you," Kurt said. "I'm completely on your side, sweetheart, no matter what kind of trouble you've gotten yourself into but…" he paused and then asked quietly, "do you think you might be going to jail, Carmen?"

  She shook her head. "There's no way, Kurt," she assured him. Then she grinned and that ridiculous glint of absurdity danced in her eyes. "Don't cry, Thor. Seriously, it just looks wrong on a big, blond Norse God." She giggled. "Honestly, my only crime is taking $3000 from my ex, and no one in the world would put me in jail for that. I think the DEA are here for something else."

  "Do you know why they're here?" he asked.

  Carmen exhaled a deep breath, and after she did so, Kurt put another bite of toast in her mouth. She wrinkled up her nose at him, frowned, and then chewed. "Can I use my hand to take a drink?" she asked.

  "Go ahead."

  She drank more coffee, and then orange juice. Afterwards she returned her hand to her thigh. Kurt could only marvel at how well trained she was as a sub. Her cheerful compliance to the exact letter of his will seemed to come so naturally.

  "I have a pretty good idea, Kurt. It's like this," she said. "There is a terrible story that goes with the scars, as you have guessed. I need to give the complete narrative to my Lawyer, and the DEA thing folds into that."

  "You told me all about your brother, Carmen," Kurt said. "And I was honored by your trust. I swear to you, that story of your childhood only made me have a higher opinion of you." He put his hand on his heart. "Honest. So continue to be brave and tell me about the asshole. Let's hear it," he said. "I can take it."

  Carmen sighed, and she looked so sad that Kurt put more jam covered toast in
to her mouth. She shook her head.

  "You looked like you needed a bit more strawberry," he explained. "Everything is better with strawberries." He gave her a wicked grin, raising and lowering his eyebrows suggestively. "And whip cream," he added.

  Chewing with her mouth full, Carmen still managed to laugh.

  "Okay," she straightened her spine and seemed to brace herself. "I have to talk to my lawyer, and tell her everything. I don’t really think I have the stamina to do it twice. Besides, talking to her will keep it objective, and it may be a little easier for you to…" she paused, searching for a word, "for you to face."

  "You don’t think I can face your past?" he asked quietly.

  She gave an inelegant snort. "Kurt, I don't think I can face my past, so I can't imagine that you would find it easy. I just don't want you to hate me."

  "C'mon, Call Girl," Kurt said. "Remember? When I first met you I thought you were a prostitute. That was a matter of supreme indifference to me. There is nothing you could have done that would make me think less of you."

  Carmen sighed and Kurt pressed his lips to her forehead.

  "I know you don't believe it yet, but I don’t care about your past," he said quietly, "other than needing to know it to help us both understand how it affects things now. What I care about is your future." He grinned and raised one eyebrow, intentionally naughty. "I fully expect you to spend every minute of your future pleasing me."

  Carmen's lips curled up and there was softness and a kind of adoration in her eyes. It made Kurt's chest tighten.

  "Thank you," she said. "How about we leave it for now, and I tell the story just once when we are with my lawyer this morning?"

  Kurt grinned. "That'll work," he said. "So does that mean that we can forget all about it for now?"

  "Absolutely," Carmen sighed again. "I'd like to forget about it as long as humanly possible.

  "Oh, excellent," he said and checked his wristwatch. It was almost 9am. "Have you had enough to eat?"

  "Yes."

  "Good." Kurt stared at her with an unwavering dominant gaze. He put a hint of steel in his voice when he said, "Then it's time for you to serve me, my beautiful submissive. I want to have shower sex."

  9. Hot For It

  A tremor of arousal went through Carmen.

  Oh. My. God. The way that man changes his voice when he goes all Dom on me, she thought. It's the biggest turn on.

  Kurt's silky long blond hair fell in sexy disarray. That damn terrycloth bathrobe hid his body from her, but her memory on that count was perfect. Kurt Nielsen really was 'Thor the God of Thunder.' His lean, powerful physique, with his broad shoulders and six pack abs weren't the product of a gym. Kurt was a working man, who used his body on a daily basis. And he was better looking than any actor.

  "Carmen," Kurt said, looking at her intently with his beautiful green eyes. "When you were upset yesterday, for a moment you went into that really sexy submissive position. Do you remember?"

  "Yes."

  "Would you like to be in that pose for me, Carmen?" he asked. "Spread open and ready for your Dom?" Then in a dark, seductive tone he added, "Do you want to kneel to me? To be on your knees before me, prepared to obey my every command?"

  This enticing vision made her nipples and pussy throb. Carmen swallowed and licked her lips. "Yes, Sir," she whispered.

  Kurt gave her a knowing look, firm-lipped and tight with sexual tension. He stood up then and smiled his killer smile, the one with both dimples flashing.

  He slid back his chair and stood back from her. "Stand up, Carmen," he ordered.

  Kurt's sexy commanding tone surged through her like a shot of adrenaline. She instantly complied.

  "Take off your robe."

  Carmen did this too, automatically positioning herself in an attractive standing pose, one foot turned slightly in front of the other. It was a ballet position, and it gracefully showed off her curvy feminine form. Naked, fully exposed, Carmen wasn't embarrassed in the slightest.

  Her nudity only made her more horny.

  Even after the epic sex session of yesterday, Carmen's sexual appetite had not yet been appeased. That greedy animal craving was still there, electric and explosively intense.

  Thor the golden 'God of Thunderous Orgasms' was the trigger; she could never get enough of him. Her body longed for him, needed him, and would do anything to have him. Carmen was in total agreement with every female hormone she had.

  Kurt gave her his full attention. He surveyed her naked flesh with open male appreciation - as if she was something Kurt couldn’t live without. His hungry eyes stared at her as if she and she alone, made everything worthwhile.

  He took her breath away.

  Carmen remained perfectly still, and her heart seemed to skip a beat. It gave her goose bumps, just knowing how fully Kurt's stare took her in, like a man looking over a valuable prized possession.

  As if he owned her.

  After her evil ex, Robert, that proprietary look should have upset her. Robert had gazed at her like he owned her, too. But there was no comparison between the two men. Kurt already knew her far more than Robert ever had, and he comforted and cared for her. Carmen had never known any man to be so considerate, while still so damn dominant and sexually commanding.

  "I have seen how gracefully you carry yourself, gorgeous girl," he said. "You're a delight to a Dom's eye. This is what you will do now, Carmen. Go to the bathroom, brush your teeth and do whatever you need. Will five minutes be enough?"

  "Yes, Kurt."

  "Good," he said. "You will then turn on the shower to the right temperature, making it ready for me. After that, kneel at the end of the shower away from the spray, in that exact pose of yours. I liked your thighs apart so that I could see my beautiful cunt, wet and ready for me. I liked your eyes lowered, so that I can watch you, while you get to imagine how I will use that gorgeous body of yours. I'm going to use your body, Carmen, for my pleasure," he told her. "You like to be taken over by a man don't you?"

  "Oh, God, yes," she said.

  "Good," he said, sliding the tips of his calloused fingers down her cheek. "Right now this is all you have to be responsible for, sweetheart." He tapped her forehead. "Empty that clever mind of yours of everything else. Forget it all for now, and concentrate on pleasing me. Can you do that?"

  Carmen swallowed. "Oh, yes," she breathed. "I sure can, Kurt."

  Thor, she thought. No matter what happens today, even if he is repelled by me when he finds out I was a slutty sex slave at least I have this time with him right now.

  Kurt gave her a joyous laugh that made the whole world seem brighter. "I'm going to have my shower, Carmen, while I watch you. Do you understand? And when I'm ready, I am going to make use of my sub. You are going to serve me well. I'm going to want to play with your body, and shoot my cum inside one or more of your beautiful feminine holes."

  His voice lowered, became darker and even more seductive. Every syllable he uttered screamed sex. "Would you like that, Carmen?"

  "Yes, Kurt," she said and Carmen felt her mouth and throat dry right up.

  Carmen imagined Kurt's beautiful cock spraying his seed on her tongue and the musky male taste of it. He would have both of his hands in her hair, fiercely pulling on her scalp as he greedily fucked her mouth - his big body convulsing with an orgasm. Or perhaps she would be bent over while he thrust inside from behind, taking her exactly as he wanted.

  The thought made her breathless.

  Carmen wanted to pant like a dog on a hot day, but she managed to restrain herself.

  Her knees went spongy and she swayed forward slightly. Kurt caught her with two strong male hands, warm upon her bare shoulders. In a sensual daze, Carmen looked up at him. Jesus he was beautiful, with his long blonde hair and his knowing green eyes that glowed with playful intensity.

  "Oh, yeah," Kurt breathed, his voice husky with lust. "You are so fucking hot for it, aren’t you, Carmen? I know what you crave, sweetheart, and I'm going to give
it to you."

  Kurt's jaw clenched for a moment, as if he was fighting an impulse.

  Abruptly he grinned like a mischievous pirate. "Off you go now," he commanded, propelling her body in the right direction.

  Carmen walked with as much grace as she was capable, fully aware that Kurt's eyes were hard upon her. When she got into the bathroom she brushed her teeth, and did everything exactly as Kurt told her to. Then she waited for Kurt to come to her… and then to come inside her.

  Her empty pussy clenched with desire.

  10. High Maintenance

  A thrill of heat shot through her when the bathroom door opened.

  While waiting, Carmen noticed just how sore she was from their sexual Olympics of yesterday. It was a pleasant kind of soreness however, a feeling of being well used. A kind of satisfaction and fulfillment combined with echoes of past pleasure.

  Good sex wasn't the only thing that made life worthwhile, but it was certainly one real thing that did.

  The submissive pose had always soothed her, kind of like a meditation, and this time had been no exception. Except somehow she felt calm and excited and painfully aroused all at once.

  From under her eyelashes, Carmen watched Kurt walk in not long after she had turned on the shower and gotten into position. She could only see from about his knees down, and she would not defy him and look up, no matter how much she longed to. She found such honest joy in following his orders exactly. It made her deeply happy to make him happy.

  Kurt ran his hand casually over her head as he entered the shower. "Good girl," he said, and her whole body quivered with pleasure from the sound of his voice, his confident manner and his praise.

  Carmen heard when the water spray hit his body, and she imagined how he might be washing his long blond hair, or perhaps soaping his beautiful golden skin, that enticing suntan line down low around his hips. His broad shoulders, well-muscled chest and arms, and firm jaw. She remembered a thin mat of golden hair on his chest, moving down his abdomen… and then lower.