by Nikki Sex
"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."
"Ah, ah, ah, ahhh!" Carmen shrieked like a banshee and her pussy clenched down on his fingers in fierce pulsing waves. She screamed her orgasm, bucking and shaking for long, long moments until her convulsions eased.
Kurt flipped her over then, drawing her smaller body into his. He caressed her and spoke to her in soft comforting words, grateful for her absolute perfection. Telling her how much he had loved spanking her, how much he valued her and how much she had pleased him.
Carmen shivered with uncontrollable aftershocks for some time, and Kurt never stopped soothing her until her breathing returned to normal and her pulse eased.
When Carmen had come back to herself she looked into his eyes and smiled. "Thank you," she said. Carmen was awed by the feel of him holding her, and the sight of his strong body and beautiful face.
Overcome, she softly touched his cheek with her fingers. "Thank you, so much," she whispered and he smiled that crooked dimpled smile that simply made her melt.
Pain, even severe pain, was not the problem. It was the implication of pain that was the problem. With Robert pain signified unwilling slavery, and the fact that her master didn't really know her or even actually care about her.
With Kurt, pain signified her free, willing and eager submission to his desires. Carmen wanted to please him. Consequently any hurt administered to her by him caused intense and powerful pleasure.
If she could have, Carmen would have told Kurt how much that spanking had meant to her, and how he had changed the entire meaning of pain. She would have explained how she was no longer confused or conflicted on the subject. How that one savage beating, done with such care and attention had made her understand concepts that, until now had been completely out of her grasp.
Carmen wanted to explain this. It was a revelation. But she didn’t have the words and so she said nothing.
21. Oral
Eyes shut, Carmen was boneless when Kurt picked her up and laid her across the bed. He had her hips on the edge, so her feet were on the floor.
She felt the mattress depress down as Kurt came on to it, and opened her eyes to look up at him. When he smiled down at her, her breath stopped. Carmen's green-eyed 'God of Thunderous Orgasms' simply overwhelmed her in every single way. That face, that smile…not to mention that clever, skillful tongue!
Kurt pounced on her then with a passionate kiss. His hard male body, built chest and washboard abs pressed against her soft womanly flesh, pinning her to the mattress. His pelvis pushed against her hips, his thick erection firm and hard on her swollen cleft. Jesus.
Despite her recent brutal climax, Carmen felt herself responding fervently, as if she had been sex-starved. What was it about this guy? How had he turned her into such an ultra horny slut? There were too many amazing things to list – he was simply her living fantasy in every way.
Kurt touched her, squeezing her breasts and pulling her nipples. Taking a nipple in his mouth and between his teeth, he bit it until it ached and stung. Carmen's womb squeezed in a violent clench. Then he gave her nipple soft soothing sucks, making her moan. The man had played this game before. Pain, pleasure…Kurt could combine these until she wanted to scream with overwhelming passion.
Carmen's hands moved to his sweat-damp skin and he growled. "You don’t have permission to touch me, sweetheart. Put those hands over your head, and leave them there."
Carmen immediately did as she was bid.
"Attagirl," he 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."
Carmen tensed, immediately rigid at the thought of Robert. The truth was that she had trained herself to be a slave in order to survive. What would Kurt think of that? Would he despise her? Be sickened? Would he pity her or be ashamed? Perhaps he would see her in a whole new light so that he was disgusted by her body? The flesh that had been used as simply an object of pleasure for her master and her master's friends?
"Hey, hey," Kurt said, putting his hand on her throat and jaw, and turning her face toward him. His eyes were soft and kind and Carmen's eyes burned.
Kurt was going to hate her, and never want to see her again, Carmen suddenly felt sure of it. The idea of losing him simply crushed her. There was heaven in Kurt's touch, his smile and his laughter. Kurt was like a knight in shining armor. He was the dream, the fantasy. Carmen was the badly scarred, stupid, slutty ex-slave girl. Why would he want her?
Carmen couldn’t imagine losing that taste of paradise already. Of course she couldn’t keep him, Kurt was way out of her league, but she wanted to have more than a day or two by his side.
"Whoa, hey, sweetheart," he said. "I don’t know what you thought of, but it's bad." He pressed his lips against her forehead, and then stroked along her cheek, his fingers tracing her mouth. "Was it the asshole that scarred your back?"
Carmen felt her pulse begin to race. I can't let him know, she thought in sudden panic. I can't!
"Stop it," Kurt snapped with a whip of unyielding command. "Stop thinking right now, Carmen, I'm not joking." His expression was fierce and it surprised her into putting all her attention on him. Kurt's eyes softened when she did so, and he gave her a gentle smile. "Put it away for now, sweetheart. You don’t have to tell me until you're ready, okay? Hey, I'm sorry I accidentally brought it up."
Carmen swallowed and licked her lips. The man had apologized to her again. My God. It was like an episode of something from Fringe or the X Files. Had she somehow transported herself into an alternate reality?
Overwhelmed, vulnerable, confused and anxious, Carmen was unable to meet his gaze. She cast her eyes downward.
"Carmen," he said in a quiet, compelling voice. "Look at me."
She did as he asked.
"Would you believe it?" Kurt said. "Here I am, trying really hard to get you hot, and you go off thinking of someone else. C'mon, woman! Is that any way to treat a man that is using all his skills in order to seduce you?"
An unexpected giggle came from her lips, and Carmen immediately felt better.
"I never said I was the best lover in the world," Kurt went on, "but I've been told that I'm not too bad if you give me a chance. You have to meet me half way though, and at least try to keep focused."
Carmen didn't know if she wanted to laugh or cry.
If he had gone all Dom on her, she would have tensed up and been frightened. How had he known that? Kurt was trying to distract her and cheer her up and snap her out of that sudden funk. He was doing so by facetiously putting down his own sexual prowess, and by blaming himself.
By God it was working. How perfect was he?
Carmen started to chuckle.
"What?" he said in mock irritation. "So now I'm making you laugh? That wasn't the plan either. I want to get you out-of-your-ever-loving-mind horny. It would be a real shame to let that burning backside of yours go to waste."
Carmen was really laughing now. "Thank you," she said. "May I touch you?"
"Yes."
Carmen held his head with both hands, and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. "You are a really good person Kurt Nielsen… no matter what everyone says about you."
He laughed at her insult. "Well, just at the present all of New York is saying quite a lot. But I don’t care what everyone thinks, Carmen. I care what you think. Someday whenever you're ready you will tell me who hurt you, and we'll discuss it. Then I'll probably have to go kill the miserable piece of shit bastard, but honestly, I really don't mind."
She snickered.
"Now," he said. "Can I get back to this whole scene I have planned? I've been thinking about it for weeks. I have to say that spanking was
everything I had hoped for and more. God damn woman, you really do it for me. You make me so fucking hard."
"Yes, Sir," she said. "Sorry, Sir. That spanking was incredible, and I don’t think I'll be able to sit down for over a week without remembering every sublime minute of it. Thank you."
"Sublime, huh?" he said. "I like that. Well that's good," he said with a brusque nod, firmly taking control once more. "Now get those arms back over your head, my sweet little sub, and let a man get back to work."
"Yes, Sir," Carmen said, more than willing to do exactly as he demanded.
22. Tongue
Kurt knelt on the floor between Carmen's legs, and with a confident, forceful movement he spread her thighs.
For the love of God! Carmen's entire body burned, and her throat moved in a hard swallow.
Everything about the 'God of Thunderous Orgasms' turned her on like crazy. From his deceptively mild commands, to the way he moved her body and used her exactly as he wished. The knowing, hungry looks he gave her, and the way he always seemed to understand what she was thinking and feeling. No one had been more aware of her. No one knew her sexual hunger better than he did.
Kurt Nielsen was in complete control. Nothing could be more arousing.
"I'm going to enjoy your sweet nectar again, Carmen," he said speaking low, slow and sexy. "I want to taste you to see if you are as good as I remember."
Carmen drew in a sharp breath when Kurt buried his face in between her legs, kissing her deeply between the swollen lips of her cunt. Kurt used his fingers to spread her slick folds apart, and then licked along her clit, making erotic male sounds of pleasure. Carmen wanted to thrust upward into him with wanton need, but instead she worked to remain still.
He pulled back for a moment and studied her. "That was great, I've wanted my mouth on you again for weeks. You're beautiful down here, and you taste even better than I remembered."
Kurt sucked her clit into his mouth and when he started using a pulsing suction, Carmen began to thrash and moan. "That's it sweetheart," he said. "You have my permission to come. I want you to climax with my mouth on you."
The pulsing suction continued and Kurt pushed his thumb inside her slick channel, dipping and swirling. Using his index finger he pushed hard against her rosebud rear entry point, moving inside to the first knuckle.
It was too much stimulation.
Carmen's ass was burning and alive with sensation, and her breasts were tender from his touch. The stimulation of her slit and anal passage combined with that incredible pulsing suction on her whole clit, deep within his mouth sent her right over the edge.
Carmen's limbs shook and her molten core tensed. Calling out Kurt's name in a sob, Carmen climaxed hard. Kurt eased her down from that pleasure, licking along her swollen flesh.
The exquisite torment of his tongue stopped and she felt the mattress depress once more. "Look at me, Carmen," he said with a deep, hungry voice.
Carmen opened her eyes and stared. Fuck he was beautiful, and his cock was huge, but it was his dark green eyes that astonished her. Thor's face was harsh, maddened by lust, and it was no wonder. Carmen had had a number of climaxes, and he had only enjoyed one when he first arrived.
"Spread your legs," he said and she did. "Wider… no, here use your hands." He took her hands and placed them, one at the back of each knee. "Good. Now lift and hold yourself wide apart. That's right."
Kurt got a couple pillows and put them under her butt. The result was that Carmen was elevated and spread as far apart as possible, exposing both her needy holes.
"Oh, yeah," he said, holding his jutting cock and rubbing the thick shaft up and down. "You look fantastic. I want to spank your swollen cunt now, Carmen. I went to make it burning hot and red. I'm going to slap between your legs, but not that sweet clit of yours. It's going to really hurt, but it will be worth it, I promise you."
"Yes," Carmen said without an instant of hesitation. The echo of intense pleasure from her orgasm filled her body, and she had lost her fear of pain. All she thought of was Kurt, and her desire to please him, and her urgent need to continue to bask in his respect and high regard.
"Look at me now, Carmen," he ordered. "I want to watch you take this pain for me. You want to, don't, you? You want to endure this because I want it? Because I will enjoy it?"
"Oh God, yes," she said.
His response was immediate: Slap! Slap! Slap!
An intense throbbing pain between her legs stunned her, and her hands gripped the back of her knees hard as she tried to accept, and make sense of it. Her swollen nether lips were on fire. Holy fuck!
At least he hadn't hit her clit. Carmen didn’t think she could take that.
Before she had time to react, Kurt slapped her three more times in exactly the same place. Slap! Slap! Slap!
Carmen screamed, and tears rolled down her cheeks, but she remained in place and continued looking at Kurt. His lips were firm, his cock erect and hard, the palm of his right hand was red. His green eyes were dilated and dark, filled with lust and satisfaction.
"Well done, Carmen," he said. "You didn’t move an inch."
Oh the pleasure of his praise! His words mixed with the throbbing pain, making it into something different. Something intense. Something more.
Kurt went down on his knees once again, this time throwing one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her further. Once more he buried his face into her sex, licking her folds and her nerve laden tissues. Erotically he soothed the sting with his velvet tongue, and lightly teased her clit with his fingers. Kurt brought her to the cusp of orgasm and then let her fall back down.
"Please," she began to beg. "Please may I come?"
"Soon," he said, continuing his sensual torment. His fingers pushed inside of her, scissoring and stroking while he sucked her clit. Then he used his pussy moistened fingers to play with that hard nub, while he tongue-fucked her most feminine hole.
Carmen was thrashing, completely helpless to her desire, begging and sobbing. Kurt's deep compelling voice spoke words of praise and encouragement, telling her how she was pleasing him with her restraint, and how much he wanted to see her climax.
Then he circled and licked her puckered ring once more, pressing against her anus and making her squirm.
Carmen knew herself to be completely gone, now. Mindlessly churning her hips and keening in soft, incoherent whimpers. From time to time she heard herself saying "Please, please, please," but she was no longer sure what she was begging for.
Kurt brought her right to edge of climax one final time, and stopped. He was totally attuned to her body.
"Look at me, Carmen," he said and she raised her head and she met his burning green gaze. Her arms trembled as she held behind her knees, her legs still spread wide. The position she was in bowed her spine. It made her G spot so accessible and open.
Kurt smiled and thrust three fingers inside her, flicking her clit with his thumb. "Good girl, don't look away. You'll come for me, Carmen," he said with confident authority, pumping and rubbing. "Come now."
Her climax was brutal and she screamed out as a blast of ecstasy flowed through her, and all the while Kurt captured her gaze, watching her feel every sensation, every ounce of pleasure. Tears of emotion coursed down her cheeks. Kurt's wicked slaps had ratcheted up the intensity of her orgasm.
Carmen's body bucked and convulsed and again Kurt soothed and praised, murmuring and kissing her through her aftershocks. It took some time to come down from it, for her heart rate and breathing to calm.
"Yes," he said his voice deep with lust the moment Carmen came back to herself. "God damn, I love to watch you come."
Kurt stood up, his gaze never leaving hers. "Now I want to give five hard slaps to that swollen clit of yours, Carmen," he growled. "I want you to keep your legs apart and accept them all at once. I'm not going to go easy - they are going to really hurt. Do you want me to hurt you?"
Could Kurt read the resistance in her eyes? she wondered. Her clit w
as so swollen and sensitive already. Carmen couldn't hide her dread of serious pain. It reminded her of that whip of Roberts.
The spanking had felt fantastic. The slaps between her legs had really hurt, but they had given her a much more powerful orgasm.
All at once, despite everything, Carmen had a few long moments of complete lucidity.
Her buttocks burned, and so did the flesh of her sex. Her clit was throbbing, standing up and distended, Carmen could see it poking out, ready for Kurt's attention. Her body was supercharged and excited, but somehow she was also utterly in balance. She felt aware and centered.
Advice from the Master/slave manuals she had read filled her mind: Surrender. Submit. Don't fight the sensation. Relax into the pain. Concentrate on your breathing. Breathe through it. And most important of all: Focus all your attention on pleasing your master.
My master is the center of my universe and this pain is his will, she thought her mantra that she had used for so many months.
A strange sense of serenity flowed through her. Everything she had read made sense now. Kurt wasn't her master, but he may as well be. He was certainly more of a master than she had ever had before. With her submission she would serve him.
Jesus, she thought. For the first time in my life, I actually feel like a willing slave.
Carmen took a deep calming breath and calmly said, "If it pleases you, Kurt," she said. "I want you to hurt me."
The instant flare of joy and triumph in Kurt's green eyes made everything worthwhile.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Carmen's clit filled with blood and pounded with agony as Kurt's hard palm slapped into her tender flesh, awakening every nerve ending. Fuck, it hurt! Yet Carmen didn't fight it, instead she accepted it completely. For his pleasure. For him.
Inside she was serene.
Was this sub space? She felt so fulfilled, and so happy.
It's just like the books said, she thought, and the joy of it was wondrous.
23. Gift
When he had finished, Kurt crawled on the mattress to her head.