Anna Leigh Keaton & Madison Layle - Incognito 06 - Charming Carmen Page 4

  “Olivia is submissive to her husbands all the time. I actually saw them punish her once. Made her kneel on the floor while we all ate dinner. Does Katriona do that to you?”

  “Yes. I’ve spent a few meals on my knees.”

  “You like a woman bossing you around then,” she said, finally understanding. She’d known plenty of men in her time who loved to be the boss.

  “Not exactly,” he murmured in response to her assessment.

  “It doesn’t turn you on to have a woman tell you what to do and when to do it?”

  “There’s a big difference in what you speak of. Bossy people don’t appeal to me, but yes, when issued appropriately, a mistress’ command very much turns me on. I enjoy when a woman tells me what she wants and how to give it to her. I revel in giving myself over to her.”

  All the while he spoke, his hands continued to do marvelous things to her body. Again, his fingers curled over her sides, his fingertips brushing close to her breasts, his thumbs pressing a line down her spine, dipping with the small of her back.

  Dios mio. Her body tingled all over. Her face heated. She’d never been so aroused in her life.

  He slipped his fingers just beneath the bottom of her swimsuit, skimming the top of her butt. Her muscles clenched in response. She gasped.

  “Shh,” he whispered.

  “I...I...” She raised up a bit, pressed her arm against her chest to hold the top of her suit over her breasts, and tried to sit up, but her body wouldn’t respond. She felt drugged.

  His warm, oil-slicked hands closed over her shoulders and helped her sit up. “Are you all right?”

  She nodded, afraid if she hopped off the table she’d fall on her face. Her head spun. Her body hummed.

  Still holding her upright, he rounded the top of the table and bent his knees to look into her face. “Carmen? What’s wrong? Are you...Ohh.”

  Chapter Four

  She was either extremely aroused or having a heart attack. Carl figured on the former. Her cheeks were flushed, the pulse at the base of her throat beating like a hammer, her breaths quick and shallow.

  His cock went hard within a single heartbeat. God, he’d never wanted any woman more than he wanted to sink into her right this second. She was so ready. Her eyes were glazed, her lips slightly parted as she panted.

  “Carmen?” he said softly, afraid of spooking her. She seemed to be feeling off kilter.

  “You should go.”

  That was the last thing he wanted to do. His need to obey warred with his desire to give her what she needed. Besides, she’d said he should go, not must go. It wasn’t exactly a direct order.

  “Is that what you truly want?”

  Her knuckles went white as she gripped the edge of the massage table. Her other hand splayed across her breast, holding her swimsuit up, but her nipples were hard, poking against the soft material. She didn’t respond, but her gaze slid away. The poor woman was embarrassed by her own arousal? His heart softened, and he realized she might have the heart of a Domme, but maybe she didn’t know what to do about it. Did she not know how to demand what she needed?

  “Allow me,” he said in little more than a whisper as he slid one hand beneath her knees, the other behind her back, and lifted her.

  She stiffened and nearly strangled him when she threw her arms around his neck.

  “You’re safe, Mistress,” he said as he carried her into the bedroom then gently set her on the bed. Her lovely dark hair spread over the fluffy, pale pillows. He knelt next to the bed, careful not to touch her. “I’m here to serve you. I want to pleasure you. You need only to say how.”

  Her cheeks went from pink to flame red. She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Her breasts rose with the inhale. The swimsuit had slipped a bit, so he could see a dark areola. He reached out, but stopped himself before he made contact with her flesh.

  “Please, Mistress,” he said, his voice unnaturally low and gravelly. It had been a very long time—years in fact—since he found himself so needy. He didn’t care for the feeling, but he knew he had to help her. Give her what her body demanded. “Tell me how to pleasure you.”

  Carmen turned her head toward him, and her eyelids slowly fluttered open. “Look at me.”

  He raised his head to meet her gaze straight on.

  “I don’t know how to do this.”

  He gave her a reassuring smile. “How did you feel as I gave you the massage?”

  She sighed. “Heavenly.”

  He grinned. “Did I touch you everywhere you want to be touched?”

  Her eyes widened a bit, her cheeks rosy once more. Then she blinked. “I...”

  “The truth, Mistress. That’s all I ask for.”

  She took a deep breath and whispered, “No.”

  He lowered his voice to match hers. “Take my hand. Show me where to touch you.”

  She stared at the hand he held mere inches from her tummy. Then, slowly, her left hand covered his, pressed it to her abdomen, and slid it downward. When his fingers dipped between her thighs to cup her sex, she released the sweetest sound of pleasure, which almost made him moan and did make his cock harden to the point of painful need.

  Her eyes had closed again, so while his fingers kept her attention, he leaned close to her ear. In a soft murmur, he said, “Show me where you’d like me to kiss you.”

  Her hands crept up her body to cup her breasts.

  A woman after my own heart. But before he obeyed her unspoken request, he said, “That’s how, Mistress. Your wish is my command.”

  With a fingertip, he tugged the swimsuit a fraction lower. Then he licked a circular path around the tip of one breast before sucking her sweet, plump nipple into his mouth.

  That soft whimper was louder this time, and her back arched, pushing her deeper into his mouth. Without being told, he cupped her breast and kneaded the soft flesh as he suckled. He slipped the fingers of his other hand beneath her swimsuit to flick her clit and dip into her moist, silky pussy.

  She latched onto his wrist and head. For a second, he worried she’d stop him, push him away, but instead she clutched him to her.

  He continued to finger-fuck her, inserting a second one as he also moved on to lave her other breast.

  “Mmm, oh...yeah.” She spread her legs wider and bucked her hips in opposition to his hand.

  He released her and, with a tug on her bathing suit, asked, “Mistress, do you want to keep this on?”

  “Hell, no.”

  He chuckled at that. “As you wish.”

  He skimmed the suit over her hips, down her legs, and dropped it on the floor. Seeing her naked, toasted skin against the pale comforter, all her soft curves, hills and valleys, he could do little but take in her beauty. Never in all his nearly forty years had he seen anyone quite so sensuous, so perfect.

  “I thought slaves weren’t supposed to stare,” Carmen said.

  “Forgive me, Mistress,” he said, dropping his gaze. “I have never seen such perfection before.”

  She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Oh, please.”

  That she doubted her beauty was a gift to him. He vowed to show her what he saw. To give to her as she deserved. He laid his palm against her tummy. Her muscles jerked at his touch, and her breath whooshed out. He smiled and dipped his head to lay soft kisses on the slope of her breast.

  Her sweet whimper pushed him to a point he hadn’t experienced in an eternity. Even though he was a sub, and even though he enjoyed his role as one, the women he had sex with at Incognito never made him want to give his all. He pleasured them, sure, because they demanded it, expected it. But he’d always gone into it with his own satisfaction in mind as well.

  Carmen seemed to need it, need him. For her, he’d give until he couldn’t give any more.

  He laved her nipples with his tongue, gently squeezing and plumping her luscious, full breasts. When he slipped his fingers through her tight curls and into her slick heat, he nearly moaned. She was so wet, so hot.
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  Kissing a path over her abdomen, he crawled up on the bed between her thighs as he sank two fingers deep in her cunt. “Mistress,” he said and realized his breathing was none too steady.

  She ground herself against his hand. “What? God. Don’t stop.”

  “Permission to—”

  “Permission granted! Just don’t stop.”

  Carl lifted her thighs over his shoulders, spread her wide, and stroked his tongue over her.

  Her hips bucked, burying his face against her. Oh, yes. She tasted sweet everywhere. He licked, and suckled, and reveled in her arousal. In the moans and whimpers she couldn’t keep inside. Her fingers speared through his hair, and she fisted her hands, tugging, pressing him against her.

  “More,” she said on a moan. “Please, more.” She lifted her hips to him, her soft thighs pressing against his shoulders, her muscles clenched.

  He pushed a third finger into her and pressed up, rubbing over her G-spot. At the same time, he rapidly plucked and flicked her clit with his lips.

  Carmen screamed, her legs clamping around his head in a vice-like grip. He sucked her clit hard, riding her orgasm with her, rubbing her G-spot as her body convulsed and her inner muscles milked his fingers.

  Her legs fell from his shoulders, and her body went lax. Withdrawing his fingers from deep within her, he soothed her clit with his tongue one last time and reveled in the small spasms that still shook her.

  When her fist eased from his hair, he looked up at her. Her eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. He knew he’d pleased her, and for that he was glad.

  Carmen drew in deep breaths and fought back the trembling in her body. Dios mio, she’d never experienced an orgasm so strong. Her entire body—from fingertips to painted toenails—still tingled. Deep inside, soft, fluttery pulses made her feel completely sated, yet as if she could come again and again with just another touch.

  She’d always enjoyed sex, but this... Carl... No man had given her oral sex in ages. And none with the skill he showed. She realized now what all the fuss was about. What she’d been missing out on.

  His soft, warm hand slid over her thigh, her hip, then up to cup her breast. Her nipple tightened almost to the point of pain at the slight touch of his thumb, and she held her breath. She felt him shift and move next to her on the bed. His soft, moist lips touched her bare shoulder in the most delicate of kisses.

  She rolled toward him, coming up against his wide, solid chest. Against her belly, despite his pants, she could feel his long, hard cock. Nuzzling her nose against his soft chest hair, she laid her hand on his side and slid it upward, reveling in the ripple of his muscles at her touch. He was so strong. She opened her eyes to look at him and found the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.

  “What does the mistress wish of me?” he whispered with his eyes closed. She loved his voice, so gentle and full of caring. Never had a man spoken to her this way. Not just the words he used, but the tone. Every man she’d been with in the past few years only worried about their needs, their wants. And she’d always given and given and given.

  “Look at me.” When he did, she smiled. “Take off the bowtie.”

  He reached up, unhooked it, and then tossed it on the nightstand.

  “Take off your pants.”

  She moved back a bit so he could reach his buttons. Without any hesitation, he shucked the slacks, and she nearly blushed when she realized he wasn’t wearing underwear. But her embarrassment was short lived.

  His long, thick cock sprang free, hard and proud. She wrapped her hand around him. So smooth, so hard, he pulsed in her hand. She stroked him once, twice, a gentle exploration more than anything else. Then she moved lower and cupped his sac. His balls drew up tight at her touch.

  Carl didn’t make a sound, so unlike any other man she’d known. She wondered whether he liked her caress, but when she looked up into his face, his eyelids were lowered to half-mast, his gaze averted, and his jaw clenched.

  “You don’t have to look away, you know.”

  His gaze snapped to hers and when it did, his eyes were dark and passionate. Yes. Her caress affected him.

  Unfamiliar and exhilarating, a sensation of womanly power washed through her, and she bent to take him in her mouth. She wanted to return the pleasure he’d given her.

  His breath sucked in quick and hard, but other than that, he didn’t move.

  She licked the soft head of his penis, then the tender underside. She buried her nose against his crinkly hair and inhaled his spicy musk. Then she rubbed her cheek against his shaft, cupped his balls in one hand, and slowly pumped him with the other.

  She heard him swallow, but still he didn’t move or make any other sound.

  Glancing up at him, there was no missing the strain of contained arousal in his eyes. But he had slowed his breathing. He was resisting the urge, wasn’t he? Fighting it? She wondered how long he could really hold out. Any other man who was this hard, pulsating the way Carl’s cock did, would be ready to come all over himself.

  Accepting the silent challenge, she dipped her head and took him full in her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. Not a sound came from him, but she felt his muscles tighten. She sucked and licked, pumped with her hand, and nibbled. She rolled his testicles and lightly squeezed them.

  Her pussy clenched and pulsed. Her breathing sped up, and she moaned. A tiny drop of pre-cum landed on her tongue, and he tasted of heaven. Her arousal spiked through her, and she knew if he touched her, she’d go off like a bottle rocket. She sucked harder, expecting him to come at any second. She pumped him and took him as deep as she could. Still the man didn’t move, seemed to have stopped breathing altogether. Only his hands fisted at his sides, the corded muscles of his neck and washboard abs, proved to her that he was fighting it. She couldn’t believe he could hold out so long.

  Pulling back, sucking hard, she released his cock with a loud pop. “You clean?” she asked.

  “Yes, Mistress,” he said in a guarded yet conversational tone that ripped a giggle out of her. “All members of Incognito are tested reg—”

  “I am, too, and on the pill.” Without warning and with perfect aim, she threw her leg over him and came down hard, grinding her hips and taking him all the way to her womb.

  Her pussy clenched around his width, and she whimpered, shocked at how he stretched and filled her. Dropping her head back, she rotated her hips and nearly climaxed as his cock reached parts of her never touched by another man.

  Rising up on her knees until he almost fell out of her, she looked down into his upturned face. His gaze was on her, hot and hungry. As she lowered herself back down, slowly taking his cock back into her, she cupped her own breasts and flicked her fingertips over her hard, aching nipples. Her pussy pulsed in time to her own strokes.

  Carl’s jaw clenched, the muscle in his cheek twitching. His nostrils flared, but his gaze remained steady. His hands were fisted in the quilt on each side of her. There was no way he could last long. No way. She grinned and leaned over, grabbing the brass bars of the headboard for support, her nipples right next to his lips. “Suck my tits,” she said in a voice filled with command.

  His head lifted, and his lips lightly clamped onto her right nipple.

  “Harder.”

  The strong pull of his mouth, the way his tongue twirled around her peak, had her rubbing her ass against his balls. Dios mio, it felt good.

  “The other one,” she said, breathing hard.

  He released her right and sucked the left nipple between his teeth, nibbling, licking. And then one hard pull and she cried out, lifted, and thrust down hard on his cock.

  “Again!” she cried.

  He switched back to her right, drew her in until it almost hurt. She thrust down on him again and again, then screamed as she reached her orgasm, her pussy clenching around him as she bucked her hips to make it last longer, grinding down on him.

  When the room stoppe
d spinning, she realized he still held her nipple between his lips, but now he was tenderly stroking her with his tongue, soothing her. And his dick was still hard inside her. Shit. He hadn’t come.

  “How long can you last, Carl?” she asked as she sat up straight, pulling away from his mouth.

  His head dropped back with a bounce, and he met her gaze. His was steady, although she noticed he took a deep breath before answering. “As long as you need, Mistress.”

  She grinned. Really? He’s that sure of himself? The way she felt now, she could go all night. She’d had two of the best orgasms of her life but, rather than being exhausted, she was energized. Her pussy trembled with post-orgasmic shudders. Her breasts ached. Her clit throbbed.

  Carl, she realized, still gripped the comforter in his white-knuckled fists. She tightened her cunt muscles around him before slowly raising off. His jaw flexed once, but other than that, he still didn’t move. He had some control, she thought, but she could get him to come.

  “Know what my favorite position is, Carl?”

  “No, Mistress.”

  She got on hands and knees next to him. “Doggy style.”

  His gaze dropped to her breasts, then to her ass sticking up in the air.

  “Know what I want you to do now?”

  His nostrils flared. “Tell me, Mistress, please.”

  “Fuck me.”

  “As you wish.” He moved quickly into position behind her and slammed into her hard and fast, but stopped when he was into her to the hilt. “How, Mistress?” His voice was strained; he had to be close to coming. “How do you want to be fucked?”

  “Hard. Fuck me hard.”

  Like a piston, he rammed into her as she’d demanded, so hard her arms couldn’t hold her up. She landed on her elbows, her face against the mattress. His thighs slapped against hers, his balls bouncing against her clit. She gritted her teeth to stave off her own climax as long as possible.

  Her face heated, her toes tingled. She reached up to grip the headboard for support, something to cling to, something solid and tangible. She pushed back against him with every pounding thrust. His cock went so deep into her she thought they’d become part of each other.