Stealing Carmen (6 page)

“Please, Jack,” she finally wailed as her hips thrust back.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please fuck me! I’m dying. How can you stand it?”

“Mmmm…I like being in your pussy. I can stand it because I know it brings you pleasure.”

“Fine, enough pleasure. I want a screaming orgasm,” Carmen demanded shortly as he kept rubbing her back and stroking the walls of her vagina with erratic touches that never let her build the sensations to a peak.

He leaned down to her ear, pressing into her so deeply that Carmen yelped. “There can never be enough pleasure.”

“Oh God. You’re using pleasure!” she exclaimed in shock when she finally got it.

His cock still pressed deep, he sat up on his haunches, his hands framing her hips as he looked down. “Have you learned a lesson?”

“Yes!” Tears streamed down her face and she turned it into the mattress.

“What did you learn, baby girl?”

Carmen sniffled and rubbed her face on the sheet, answering him from that position. “Even when you’re mad at me, you will not hurt me. I should trust you more.”

“Very good. I wasn’t mad at you but you do have a right to expect me to build trust, honey. I want you to understand that. I rushed into a place you were not comfortable with. I need to practice control. I’m sorry. I apologize for letting you down like that.”

Her head turned to the side as she listened. “If I accept your apology, do we both get off the hook and you’ll fuck?”

“Like a man whose cock has been in his woman for an hour without fucking,” he assured her in deep, strained tones.

“Apology accepted!”

His hips jerked his cock out of her and slammed it back in with the power of his body behind it. Then he was jacking into her in short, hard thrusts, one hand holding her hip while the other snaked around to strum her clit with fast, hard fingers in time to the thrusts. Carmen shot into orgasm and he pounded into it, keeping her there as he took his pleasure.

Her body jerked and thrashed in the extended release as she screamed.

“Yessss,” he hissed in gasping growls. “Good girl. That’s my baby. Keep coming. Show me where you belong. Right there on that cock screaming.”

His approval thrust her to another level. She was sobbing in gasping, jerky breaths as he kept fucking her. Driving her to that place where pleasure rode the razor’s edge of pain and her soul had no idea what do. His deep voice surrounded her and she clung to it. It held her in the place he wanted her to be. His praise turned her screaming body into the instrument he played and she was lost in him. In his will. In his control.

Finally the hot blasts of his release exploded in her and his hand fell away from her clit. He was still fucking her hard, giving into the instinctive need to press his seed into the very center of her. It was Jack who controlled her return to earth. As his body relaxed, he took her with him down the warm slide of satisfaction.

Jack reached up and undid the restraints, freeing her wrists. He slowly pulled her arms down. They shouldn’t be too sore since he’d spent most of the time massaging her, ensuring circulation to them. But he still needed to take care of that before he passed out.

Rolling off her, he let his body pull him out of her. Carefully he removed the pillows from under her hips and dropped them on the floor. Gathering his exhausted woman into his side, he turned her under his arm and pulled one of her legs over his hip. Her head on his shoulder, he reached over and grasped the comforter from the other side of the bed and flicked it over them.

The world went dark and they slept. The world was still dark when his eyes opened and he looked down at the woman on his shoulder. It was Carmen. Not a dream. Not some figment of his imagination. She was there—naked, wet and available.

Gently he let her shift to her back. Her eyes opened as he moved over her. There was no talking. Her legs spread in welcome as she stared up at his face and his cock pushed into her slick cunt. She was wet. It was his cum, hers. Perhaps she felt what he did in this moment. It didn’t matter, her body was welcoming him and he needed her to know how much he wanted her.

The fuck was slow for a few strokes as he greedily indulged in the tight clasp of her cunt. She was so fuckable. Then he simply took her. Fucking her hard. She shuddered around him and he came. His elbows on the bed beside her, he’d had her missionary but not missionary at all. No kissing, no foreplay. He’d fucked his submissive in the middle of the night because he wanted her. Because he couldn’t sleep with her in his arms and not take her sex.

Rolling to the side he rearranged her in his arms, kissed the top of her head and went back to sleep. It was a deep, dreamless sleep.

Again in the dark his thick cock slid into her. Lying on her side facing away from him, he’d elevated her leg over his arm. Long and hard he entered from behind and fucked in short, sharp strokes. He came quickly, jetting his seed into her as Carmen moaned. This time she was asleep before he finished arranging her so he rolled on his back and lifted her over him to sleep across his body, her legs bracketing his hips.

The morning was winter white when Jack opened his eyes again. Carmen lay on him exactly where he’d put her. Warmth, sex, contentment wafted around him and a smile touched his face.

He wanted her again. This time he resisted. She needed some care and it was his job to provide it. He’d taken her over and over in the night. She wouldn’t be able to walk today if he didn’t address that problem soon.

Sliding out from under her body didn’t wake her. Patting her pink ass in satisfaction, Jack turned to the bathroom. There was little in the way of supplies in his half of the duplex but he did have all the items needed to assist in healing sore muscles. Shortly he was lifting his sleeping baby.

Her eyes opened as her body was set down on the toilet. He held her, unsure if she was awake enough to stay on. Looking into her surprised eyes, he ordered, “Pee. I know you have to. It’s a natural thing, baby. If you’re awake enough to take care of it on your own, I’ll leave you to get some coffee. But you’d better be in that bath when I come back.” He indicated the steaming tub behind him.

Carmen nodded mutely and Jack stood, gazed down at her a second and left. A few minutes later he returned to the bathroom and she was still sitting on the toilet.

“I can’t move, Jack. I can’t get up.”

“It’s okay,” he soothed. Putting the coffee mugs on the cabinet he scooped her up and lowered her into the steaming water. “This will help. The soreness will pass and you’ll feel better.”

“What did you do to me last night?”

Jack couldn’t resist using that moment to reach between her legs and spread her, his fingers massaging away the slick evidence of his possession last night. Carmen’s mouth opened in a breathy gasp as he manipulated her.

“We were catching up,” he explained as his finger entered her gently then came out and moved up to circle her clit.

“I can’t. We can’t,” Carmen moaned.

Jack chuckled as he looked into her responsive face. Even though she could hardly move, her cheeks flushed as his finger moved on her sweet pussy. “We’ll not be fucking pussy for a while, honey. There are other ways to enjoy each other.”

Carmen swallowed as her eyes clung to him. “We’re okay after our disagreement last night?”

“I think so. We’re learning each other.” His finger left her clit. He reached for her coffee cup and set it on the side of the tub. “I guessed no creamer, one sweetener. There was one empty packet by the coffeemaker in your kitchen.”

“When did you go through my kitchen?”

“I glanced in from the dining room when I was putting on Superman’s cape. It’s my job to see details, baby. So was I right?”

“Close enough, I usually do two sweeteners. I ran out yesterday.” She reached for the mug greedily.

Jack watched her drink. His heart would not let him leave the room. Well, not yet. Going to the sink he figured a shave was in order. Behind him he could see her close her eyes and relax.

They were comfortable. This was where he wanted them to be. Domestic comfort. Who the fuck would believe that was the desire of his wicked heart. To make her happy enough that she wanted to stay. Fucking her raw was probably not the way to ensure that, but it was a good indication that her man wanted her. She’d been concerned.

Swiftly done, he turned around and leaned his butt on the sink so he could just look at her. Carmen relaxing in his tub.

Her eyes didn’t open as she asked, “Why are you staring at me?”

“You’re beautiful. I always stare at you, before I did it so you couldn’t tell.”

“You did? You used to stare at me?”

“Oh yeah. I loved watching you come home with groceries. If I weren’t so selfish, I’d have gone out there and offered to help carry them in. I couldn’t because I wanted to watch that luscious ass as you bent to lift bags. Then those jiggling breasts as you carried them in. I stare at Carmen. It’s one of my favorite things when I’m home.”

“So, um, what do you think of the new Carmen?” she asked shyly.

“You mean the woman I fucked all night long?” he asked with a dark smile. “I want her. But, baby, if you thought you had to lose weight to be beautiful, you were wrong. If being this size makes you happy and you can maintain a healthy body, then it’s okay with me for now. In a couple years I might insist on a little more Carmen. You need the reserves to handle me.”

Carmen’s features darkened into a confused frown. “So you wouldn’t mind if I gained the weight back?”

“Nope, as long as you’re not going up and down as a habit. I read somewhere it’s bad for woman to diet all the time. I will not let you do that.”

Carmen laughed. “And if I said I want to be a size two and will eat nothing but cabbage greens?”

“I’d have to change your attitude on that one, baby. Size two would not be healthy and I need those heavy breasts in my hands when I pull you back on my cock.” Jack grinned as he gave her the wicked visual. “Fucking a skinny ass is painful. Can’t tolerate it. I want that sexy jiggle in your walk. The plush padding as I pound into you, and I need you happy. A starving woman is never happy.”

Her head rested on the back of the tub as she listened to him. Her smile was a little dreamy and Jack suspected she was happy. Even though her body ached and her pussy was sore inside and out, baby girl was happy being a thoroughly fucked woman. He was more than willing to keep her that way.

“Move in with me.”

Carmen’s eyes popped open.

“I want you in my bed every night. We’d have to build a house. Say yes.”

“Build a house? Where?”

“Anywhere you like. I figure the house budget should be about five million. That way you can have a house in any state you want. I’d like to stay in the U.S. though,” Jack told her. “You okay with that?”

“No. Five million is excessive. Can you really afford that? And if you can, we are not wastin’ money like that.”

“I can afford it and I need to keep you comfortable. If you don’t want to move, we can tear the duplex down and build right here. I own it and the fields for about a mile in any direction around it. Kinda like the idea of having you sunbathe naked out the back.”

“Humph,” Carmen growled from the tub.

Jack grinned. “Take your time to decide. I’m willing to find other things to amuse myself with while you make up your mind.”

Carmen glared at him from the tub. “Is Jack Jones your real name?”

“It’s my legal name. My real name is Carmen’s Man. Say yes, woman. I need to relax over here. All the stress is going to drive me to fucking your brains out again and then we’ll have to do this all over.”

“Really? That isn’t actually incentive to say yes, Jack. The fucking my brains out part is not a deterrent.”

“You’re not pissed that you can hardly walk?” he asked softly.

“No.”

She was already flushed with the hot bath, but her blush was in the tone of her admission.

“I’m going to explore your mouth and your ass today, Carmen,” he informed her with a low growl. “In that order. I’m nowhere near done with fucking you.”