She couldn’t hold in the moan any longer. The cries as he rocked into her erupted with each jolt. The climax built and built. She held it off, wanting more, wanting more. Wanting...wanting...
Carl shouted, his fingers digging into her hips. He shouted again with each thrust.
“Sí!” she cried as she let herself go. Fire and lightening exploded through her. Bright lights flashed behind her eyelids. Her legs slipped out from beneath her, and Carl came down over her, still pumping into her, his grunts echoing her whimpers.
His hand speared under her, and his long, skilled fingers found her clit. She shuddered as another wave of the orgasm swept over her. Sharp teeth nipped into her shoulder, and still he pumped and pumped, driving himself into her repeatedly.
“More, Mistress?” came his breathy question.
“Sí!”
His hand left her clit, but then she felt him pressing against the tight muscles of her anus. His finger, slick with her own juices, slid into her virgin hole. The thrill of it, the newness and naughtiness, spiked another wave, and she wailed into the pillow, her whole body tensing. She sobbed. She shook.
Carl’s movements slowed. Tears ran unchecked down her cheeks when she turned her head to the side and gasped for breath. Tears of...release. Of wonder. When she tried to let go of the headboard, her fingers were stiff.
Carl pulled out of her, stretched out next to her, and took her hand in his. He didn’t say a word as he massaged her palm, her fingers, and for that she was grateful. Embarrassment washed over her that she was crying like a baby after experiencing the best sex of her life. She never knew...never knew it could be like this with a man. The best orgasms she’d ever had were by herself, with her toys. This blew them away.
He switched to her other hand.
When she found the courage to look at him, he was concentrating on her hand, not on her face, which was a good thing. She hated crying, and she hated even more being seen crying.
“Carl?”
He glanced at her face then back at her hand as he rubbed soothing circles in the back of her palm. “Yes, Mistress?”
“Would you...” She bit her lip. She never asked for this from a man. Because usually, if it wasn’t given freely—and what man actually liked doing it?—it just wasn’t worth it. But she needed it right now. Badly. “...hold me?”
Without a word, he released her hand, pulled her into his arms, and tucked her head beneath his chin. “Of course, Mistress. Your wish is my command.”
She snuggled against him, but when her belly came in contact with his still-rock-hard cock, she gasped. She pushed away and glanced down. “Dios mio. You didn’t come? All that and you still didn’t come?” She looked into his handsome face. “Why didn’t you come? Do you have a problem? Unable to or something?”
A grin tipped up on one side, although she noticed tiny lines of strain on his face, and he said, “You did not command it.”
Her lips parted. She didn’t command it so he didn’t come? “Dios mio.” Her heart melted and flipped on its side. “You mean...you really are doing all this for me? You’d go forever without coming if I said you couldn’t, or if I never told you to? You want to please me that much?”
His expression serious once more, he reached out and touched her damp cheek with his fingertip. “My only wish is to please you, Carmen.”
Tears rushed to her eyes again, but she blinked them back. “What do you need me to do? I want you to come. You can’t live like that.”
He grinned again. His face was so sweet, so charming. “Touch me, Mistress, and tell me to come. That’s all.”
She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked once, twice, and then looked into his eyes. “Come for me, Carl,” she whispered.
Never taking his gaze from her, his body tensed, his penis jerked in her palm, then pulsed. Cum spurted out onto his abdomen, and he gave the softest little groan. She pumped him until the last drop beaded on his cock. She ran her fingertip over the head of his cock as it slowly softened in her gentle grip. He sucked in a quick breath.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
No, she thought. Thank you. But she couldn’t bring herself to say that. Couldn’t thank a guy for great sex. That felt very wrong. Finally releasing him, she reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand and started to clean him up. He grabbed her wrist in a gentle fist. “Thank you, Mistress, but this is not for you to do. Please, lie back and relax.”
She frowned, but laid back.
He got up and went into the bathroom. She heard the water in the sink come on. Closing her eyes, she realized how exhausted she was. Jetlag and lack of sleep, combined with several mind-altering orgasms, took its toll. She yawned and stretched, her body sated and relaxed. She stretched again and then closed her eyes, loving the feel of total satiation that made her limbs feel like lead weights.
She heard Carl come back into the room and wondered if he’d leave now.
The bed dipped. “Mistress?”
Her eyelids were heavy when she lifted them to look at him.
“May I?” He held up a washcloth.
Her brow wrinkled. “Uh... Okay.”
His smile was sweet. The warm, damp washcloth felt heavenly as he gently ran it over her breasts and tummy, then up her thighs. He was infinitely careful as he caressed her sensitive pussy. She sighed at his tender ministrations. This she could get used to. She closed her eyes and sighed.
“Thank you,” she said when he pulled away.
He went back into the bathroom and then returned to the bed. “Mistress?” he whispered.
“Hmm?”
“May I hold you now?”
Oh, this was too much. He was so darn sweet. “I’d like that.” She smiled, but didn’t open her eyes. She couldn’t. She was just too tired.
He pulled down the comforter, and she wasn’t surprised this time when he lifted her and placed her under the blanket. Then he crawled in beside her, wrapped himself around her, and sighed. The blanket seemed to float over her. Turning her head against his chest, she inhaled his warm, spicy scent. He’d brushed his teeth; she could smell mint and soap.
She snuggled against him more fully, tucking her arms between them, reveling in his warmth and strength. “You were wonderful,” she murmured.
“So were you, my mistress.” She felt him press a kiss on top of her head. “I am happy I pleased you.”
She smiled and listened to the muted, rhythmic beat of his heart. His soft chest hairs tickled her nose as she nuzzled against him. She could easily stay here for say...the rest of her life.
“Goodnight, my mistress.”
Chapter Five
My mistress. Had he really said that?
Carl lay on his side and stared into Carmen’s sleeping face. Her hands tucked beneath her chin, her long black lashes touching her cheeks, she looked so soft and content. He lifted a wayward strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. In the pale moonlight streaming in the window, her skin’s sun-kissed glow made her look as if she were coated in warm milk chocolate. Knowing that she tasted as sweet as candy made his already semi-aroused cock jump to life.
My mistress.
Never had a woman shattered the way she did at his touch. None had twisted his heart the way she did when she’d asked him, with tears in her eyes, to hold her. And never in more years than he could remember had he come on command the way he had for her, with just a tentative touch and a few whispered words.
He prided himself on his prowess, his ability to control his every emotion when it came to sex. Sex had always been for the sake of physical gratification. Mutually satisfying fucking between consenting adults. Sometimes kinky, sometimes vanilla. Sometimes just a physical release to scratch an itch.
He couldn’t keep himself from worrying that, with the way he felt, this interlude with Carmen was so much more. For the first time ever, he’d called a mistress his own. For the first time in years, he truly wanted to please a woman. He would have suffer
ed the worst case of blue balls in history if she’d demanded it.
He’d been a submissive partner his entire life. Never fond of guessing games, he truly loved being instructed how to pleasure the woman he was with. But tonight, with Carmen, it had been so much more. He wasn’t role-playing with her. He wanted to worship her. Wanted to do everything in his power to please her and bring her pleasure.
Wanted to... He closed his eyes and licked his lips. No. Don’t be an idiot, Carl. You’ve known her one day. It’s the newness, the idea of having someone pure and new. She’s not from the club, so she’s simply a novelty. She couldn’t be his mistress. He could not pledge himself to her.
Besides, he had Kat and the club to think about. What would Kat do without him? If he pledged himself for real, he couldn’t in good conscience pretend to be Kat’s slave any longer. It wouldn’t feel right. And he’d want to share the Incognito experience with Carmen. He had a feeling there were a lot of aspects of the club she’d enjoy.
He didn’t know where Carmen was from or how long she was staying. From what he’d gleaned from Dalton the night the Montgomerys called to ask if they could bring a guest to the auction, it sounded as if she’d come for a visit, and that was all.
No, he thought as he opened his eyes and gazed into her beautiful face. This was nothing more than a sweet interlude. He had a life that didn’t have room for another Domme. And she probably had a full, happy life elsewhere.
Carmen’s eyelids fluttered open, and she met his eyes. He dropped his gaze.
“Qué hora es?” she asked, her voice husky. Little more than a sexy, dreamy murmur.
He loved it when she spoke Spanish. It was such a sultry language, and she made it more so, even if he couldn’t understand what she said.
“I’m sorry?” he replied.
“What time is it?”
“Oh. About four in the morning.”
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” She yawned, covering her mouth with a small, delicate hand.
“I...” Had too many things on my mind to sleep. Instead he said, “I am awake in case you need my services.”
She blinked once, and her expression softened. Her full, pink lips curved into a sensuous smile. “I’ve never met another man like you.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Her eyelids slowly closed, and he thought she was falling back to sleep, but then she asked, “Was what we did normal for you?” She opened her eyes and snared his gaze. “Do you do that for every woman you have sex with?”
He swallowed hard. Tempted to lie, he wanted to tell her that nothing out of the ordinary had happened between them. But trust was vital in a D/s relationship. He knew that above all he had to be honest with her.
“No, Mistress.”
She reached out and touched his cheek, laid her palm against his jaw, and skimmed her thumb over his lips. “I enjoyed...having sex with you.”
He kissed the pad of her thumb, gave it a quick lick and nip. “I enjoyed it, too.”
“Can I have more?” she whispered. “I want to do it again.”
So did he. His cock throbbed with need. “Tell me.”
“I want you to kiss my lips and lay over me. I want to feel your whole body as you make lo—” She stopped and bit her bottom lip with straight, white teeth. “I want to feel all of you as you fuck me.”
Make love to me, she’d almost said. He was surprised she went out of her way to maintain an emotional distance. Women normally didn’t do that. He took it as a sign that she didn’t want anything beyond sex.
But she asked him to kiss her lips. He dropped his gaze to her full, beautiful mouth. It had been so long since he shared such intimacies with a woman.
Leaning close, he brushed his lips over hers. With a soft purr, she shuddered, shut her eyes, and planted her mouth fully against his. She ran her hand into his hair, pulling him closer to her.
“Sí,” she said on a sigh when he moved to kiss her neck, nibble her ear. “Mmm. Muy bueno.”
“Tell me what to do, Mistress. Tell me.”
“Touch me. Touch my breasts. My pussy. Make me tingle.”
His own lust hit a fevered pitch at her demands. She was a natural Domme. She was perfect. He kissed her lips, nibbled her shoulder and, plumping her breasts, first suckled one fat nipple, then the other.
She writhed against him, nudging his dick. He moved back to her lips and speared his tongue into her mouth at the same moment he plowed his fingers through her tight curls and stroked her clit. She was already hot, already wet, her little nub hard and pulsing.
Arching up against his hand, she whimpered into his mouth. When he raised his head, she panted. “More. Kiss me harder.” She clutched at his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. “Carl, I need...”
“What? Tell me what you need. Please, say it.”
She squeezed her eyes tight, grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from her cunt. “Inside me. Now. Please.”
Carl moved over her, her gloriously soft body welcoming him. Holding himself up on his elbows, he touched her cheeks, sipped at her lips, nuzzled her neck with his nose and open-mouthed kisses. When she raised her knees, allowing him entrance, he slowly slid into her, amazed once again at how deep she took him, how tight she hugged his cock.
“I want you to come inside me. I want to feel you come. Is that okay? Will you do that?”
Gritting his teeth against the need to pound into her and take his climax as fast and hard as he possibly could, he nodded. “Yes, Mistress.” He flexed his hips, slid deeper into her, and repeated, “Yesss, Mistress.”
“Béseme, Carl. Kiss me now.”
He captured her mouth with his. Her cunt contracted around his cock with every thrust of his tongue into her. It took all his will to keep from moaning. She felt too good. Fit him too perfectly.
Her ankles locked behind his ass, and she raised herself up to take him that last final depth. Oh, God. She gripped his shoulders, her fingernails scoring his flesh.
She tore her mouth from his. “Move, damn it! Fuck me!”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He drove into her hard, and she bucked against him. She screamed and pressed her head into the pillow, baring her neck. He leaned down and lightly nipped her flesh. She bucked again.
“More!”
He slid one arm beneath her, raised her slightly so he could taste her nipples, and slammed into her repeatedly.
Her pussy clenched hard, and he knew she was about to climax, her pants short and sharp. He grabbed one thigh and brought her leg over his shoulder as he raised up on one arm over her.
On his next stroke, she screamed, dug her sharp little nails into his biceps and came long and hard, her inner muscles squeezing him, milking him.
“Come now, Carl. Oh, yes, now!” she shouted as she strained against him.
One more hard stroke, and he let himself go with a shout. “Yes, my mistress.”
* * * * *
“Fuck me harder. You know what I want. Do it, damn it. You do what I tell you.”
Carmen came awake with a gasp. A heavy arm anchored her to the bed, hot breath on the back of her neck, a soft snore from her bedmate. Panic shot through her when she opened her eyes and didn’t know where she was, who was behind her, but then realization dawned.
Carl...
She’d been dreaming of Sal The Asshole. She hadn’t slept with him since he tossed two hundred bucks on the nightstand after they’d had a night of hot, sweaty sex. He’d thought she was a whore.
Carl!
As if she’d been slugged, nausea swirled in her stomach. “Oh, cielos,” she whispered. “Por amor de Dios.” She was no better than The Asshole.
She carefully slid to the edge of the bed. When she got out from beneath Carl’s arm, he pulled her pillow to his chest and buried his face into it.
What have I done? What have I done? She was going to be sick. She ran for the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. She’d paid for sex. She bought him for
six thousand dollars. She told him how to fuck her. Ordered him to...
She had to get out. Get away. She gathered her clothes from the floor, grabbed her overnight bag, and carried them out to the living room before getting dressed.
“Mierda,” she cursed. She was a horrible person. He’d only done what she wanted, and she’d used him like a man-whore. Shit, she thought again.
Once her clothes were on, she headed for the door. She paused and looked toward the bedroom as tears stung her eyes. Guilt rode her hard, but was running away the right thing to do? She didn’t know. She didn’t know what to do or what to say to him if she woke him up to tell him she was leaving.
“Lo siento,” she whispered into the silent room. “Dios, Carl. I’m so sorry.” She blinked back the tears trying to break free and quietly let herself out of the cottage. Once she hit the path toward the parking lot, she broke into a run. She had to go. Had to get away. How could she have done that to him?
“Carmen?”
She skidded to a stop when she heard her name—spun to the right to see Kat and Dalton heading toward her from another pathway.
Oh, no! Not only had she fucked the man, but he was taken. Taken! Kat’s man. She clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle the sob. How in the hell could she have forgotten that for even one second?
“Carmen?” Dalton said as they drew nearer. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?”
She couldn’t take her eyes off of Kat. She was so pretty. So... She looked different today, wearing faded jeans and a T-shirt, her makeup subdued rather than brazen. No wonder Carl loved her.
“I’m so sorry,” she blurted out as a fresh flood of tears streamed down her cheeks. “I didn’t mean to do it. It just happened. I—”
Kat’s eyes widened. “What did you do?”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t hold this against the Montgomerys. They love this place. It’s not their fault I—”
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