Anna Leigh Keaton & Madison Layle - Incognito 06 - Charming Carmen Page 13
His pulse thumped beneath his skin. His lungs labored for air. The cuffs bit into his wrists. He began to squirm only to have her suck his cock into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck yes!”
She gently squeezed and rolled his balls with her fingers. Her tongue swiped the sensitive underside of his cock, and her lips tightened around him as she drew him in and out and in the hot, moist depths of her mouth.
He hadn’t ejaculated since the last time he’d been with her. Several days of celibacy that came back to haunt him now. He’d been on edge the moment he realized Carmen was the one who entered the room. He couldn’t take much more temptation before he’d explode.
“Please, Amante,” he said with the hope that she understood and would say the words he longed to hear, but instead she sucked harder. He groaned and gritted his teeth. He didn’t want to come like some inexperienced youth. If she didn’t stop though, he would.
She released his cock, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
“I’m not going to say the words, querido. That’s your way of maintaining control, isn’t it?”
Shit! She was right, but that didn’t mean he wanted to admit it. Just say the damn word. He wanted to scream the command, but didn’t. He knew she wouldn’t obey him. Not now.
He bucked his hips. He needed to be inside her. He wanted to feel her tight warmth shudder in sated surrender around him. Instead, he lay exposed before her in both body and spirit. As he yanked against his wrist cuffs, he fought against her demand for him to lose all control.
Then she dipped a finger downward—a gentle, unnerving stroke along the skin between his balls and asshole.
“Uh...Car— Amante?”
The finger disappeared, and he released a sigh only to have it come up short when her finger—or something—returned. He tried to close his knees, but she knelt between them and formed a very effect wedge.
“Relax, Carl. Let me pleasure you. It’s time to let go.”
Once more, she suckled his solid cock into her hot mouth and then hummed on her next stroke. The vibrations nearly sent him over the edge. He was so close. So fucking close!
He arched his body as the urge to surrender rose. She pinched one of his nipples, catching him by surprise. He collapsed onto the sloped cushions, his hips still raised to within easy reach of her mouth, which continued to suck and stroke him without mercy.
Pulling back, her tongue flicked the head of his cock. “Mmm.” Her fingers—he was sure of that now—rubbed his balls and the flesh beneath. He felt the oil she’d used warm his skin, his genitals, and he couldn’t stop the moan from escaping. Then she gripped his cock in her other hand and slid up and down his entire length.
“Let go, querido. Let yourself enjoy the pleasure I can provide.”
She slipped a fingertip into his anus, and he hissed, panted. Tried to calm down, but it was too late. Her one hand quickened her strokes on his cock as she shoved her finger deeper. Her fingertip rubbed his prostrate.
The sensations overwhelmed him as he cried out her name and lifted his legs. She thrust her finger in and out in tandem with her tight grip on his cock. “Oh, yeah...” he said on a groan. All thoughts coalesced, floated in a subspace of euphoric arousal. The pressure built. The orgasm eminent.
“Te amo, querido. I love you.” Her hand and finger stilled in that instant, but it didn’t matter. At her whispered words, he surrendered, tumbled over the invisible cliff, his cum shooting across his abdomen.
Chapter Fourteen
Carmen retrieved a heated, damp terrycloth hand towel from a nearby warmer, washed her hands, and cleaned up his cum. Carl lay motionless except for his deep breaths. His cock softened in sated aftermath. She paused a moment to save the vision of him in her memory. He appeared so relaxed and peaceful that she never wanted to forget this day or the way his body responded to the touch of her hands.
She unbound his wrists and ankles, stripped off his blindfold and, after a few quick blinks, his gaze locked with hers. He lifted a free hand, his index finger curling in a come here signal.
She leaned over him, one hand braced on the cushion at his side, but apparently that wasn’t close enough. He cupped the back of her head and drew her down for a very thorough kiss. She whimpered into his mouth. As the kiss continued, their tongues dueling, breaths exchanging, he sat up. His palms cupped her jaw, his fingers weaving into her hair.
Without breaking the kiss, he stood up, lifted her in his arms, and carried her to the bed, where he earned a yelp and bark of laughter when he dumped her there.
“Did I say you could do that?” She tried to give him a stern look but knew it was an utter failure when he grinned at her. Crawling onto the bed, he lay beside her, pulled her back into his arms, and gave her a peck on the tip of her nose. She smiled at him and ran a hand over his bicep. “You’re forgiven.”
He chuckled, but that soon faded as he stared into her eyes and ran the back of his fingers over one cheek. “I’ll never let you down.”
“I know.”
“Say it again.”
She paused, traced his lips with a fingertip, and waited.
He nipped her finger then said, “Please. I have to hear it again.”
“I love you, Carl.”
He dipped his head and claimed her mouth in another kiss, this one slow and sensual. When he gave her a chance to breathe, she murmured against his mouth, “Make love to me, querido.”
He smiled against her lips. “Your wish is my pleasure, my amante.”
* * * * *
Much later, their clothing restored, Carl and Carmen emerged from the bedroom to see the club’s night well underway. Exchanging grins, she interlaced their fingers and led the way downstairs.
As she descended, she wondered how Kat was going to react to the loss of her slave. Carl suggested they fill her in within the privacy of the office, once they located her and Dalton. Together, he’d said, they could stage some kind of ceremony or something to appease the club members without giving away any secrets.
They stopped at the bar, where Carl got Tyrone’s attention. “Ty, you seen Kat anywhere?”
He shook his head while pouring a Blue Orgasm for...oh, shit.
“Well, if it isn’t the wannabe mistress and Kat’s man-whore.” Patrick eyed Carl’s bare chest before turning his sneer toward her. “You musta paid a pretty penny to get her to unchain him for ya. Though I see ya failed to collar him your-shelf. Ya ready to admit you belong on a leash?”
“Master Patrick—”
“Carl.”
He stopped the instant she said his name, which did her heart proud. It made her want to pump her fists and cheer.
With Carl at her back and Tyrone nearby as witness, Carmen returned the jerk’s bloodshot stare head-on. “I’m surprised you haven’t learned by now not to insult a Domme. Care to apologize?”
He snorted and swayed. She could tell by how he slurred his words that the Blue Orgasm was not his first drink of the night. “I would if I was speakin’ ta one worthy of shh-uch homage.”
It was obvious that his hackles were still up after she publicly rejected his advances. However, his verbal barbs didn’t have the impact they had before. Despite having two women on chains, he was nothing more than a sad, lonely man.
“And if you weren’t drunk, I might care, but you are and I don’t. So I suggest you take your insults and your drink, and go back to your slaves. We have more important things to do tonight.” She took hold of Carl’s hand. “Come along, Carl.”
“Yes, my mistress.” She knew he used the English word for the benefit of Patrick, so she didn’t correct him, but they didn’t get far.
Patrick grabbed Carl by the arm, and he stopped with a tug on her hand. “She’s not your mistress.”
Exhibiting so much control it amazed her, Carl looked from the fingers banding his bicep to her.
“Let go of him,” Carmen ordered in a tone that made the offensive Dom take an unsteady step back.
; He narrowed his eyes and pointed a shaky finger at her. “I see what you’re up to. Kat...w-won’t allow it.”
“Won’t allow what?” Katriona asked with a sharp strike of her riding crop against her own thigh as she came to a stop beside them.
Patrick’s attention swung to the latex-clad dominatrix, and he steadied himself with a hand on the back of a chair. “You have a u-shuper in the club...a thief tryin’ to take your p-property.”
“A usurper, huh?” she asked with a glance at Carmen.
Carl squeezed her hand gently.
Kat looked at Carl, her gaze dropping to their clasped hands then rising to Carmen’s determined look. Her lips tilted into a smile. She faced Master Patrick. “I thank you for your efforts on my behalf, but I must ask you to look closer. You’ll notice that Carl no longer wears my chains, as it should be. No one can steal from me what I no longer own.”
Carl’s thumb brushed the back of her hand, and Carmen turned to grin at him only to see his gaze lowered to the floor. She lifted his clean-shaved chin with a finger. “Thank you,” she said to Kat, but loud enough for those nearby to overhear. “I vow to take care of him always—to treasure his heart, as I would my own.”
“It is your own,” he said, never looking away from her. “My amante...my love.”
The End.
Author Bios
Anna Leigh has been reading and penning romances for as long as she can remember. After she met and married her very own real-life hero, romance took on a whole new meaning. She now knows married life can sizzle and romance can be erotic—even in her own home.
Madison Layle avoided her childhood chores on the family farm by curling up with books, and disappearing into other worlds of fantasy, adventure, and romance. With maturity came the love of her own real-life hero (a.k.a. “my darling hubby”), and a real understanding of why her parents locked their bedroom door.
Madison and Anna Leigh first met online through a critique group, a meeting which sparked a strong friendship and a fun partnership. Together, their writing has taken on a spicier flavor, so while their hubbies are off at work, they let their imaginations soar....
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