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  Without a word, he walked to the nightstand and took out two silken scarves. With sure, slow movements, he fastened each wrist to the bedposts, taking care to ensure the soft fabric wasn’t too tight, but still strong enough to hold her.

  “Do you remember the safe word?”

  “Cinco de Mayo.” Carmen’s voice was husky, music to his ears. Her breasts rose and fell with her deep, rapid breathing. A fine sheen of sweat coated her body, making it glisten in the dim lighting. Arturo was struck by how lush and scrumptious she looked lying there. As if she belonged there, which she did.

  Knowing that if he rushed this, he’d regret it for the rest of his life, Arturo backed off and didn’t touch her. Not yet. Instead, he removed his shirt and left the bed to place aromatic candles around the room, lighting each one as he went. He crafted a setting and mood that would heighten her senses and increase her pleasure when the time was right. Honestly, he needed time to collect himself. This woman got under his skin, made him forget he was a patient man. He wanted to take her so bad he could taste it.

  It took him about ten minutes to get everything the way he wanted it. When he finally brought his full attention back to her, he felt a little more in control of himself. Until his eyes met hers, that is.

  In a rush, all the blood in his brain made a beeline to his cock. He had to unfasten his jeans to give his already straining organ some breathing room. The force of her effect on him almost brought him to his knees, and there wasn’t a goddamned thing he could do about it. If there had ever been any doubt in his mind she was the one for him, it was erased in that one look.

  There was a reflection of complete trust in those fathomless brown pools. Carmen’s head might have issues with trust, but her heart already trusted him implicitly. Just that quickly, the expression was gone. But he’d seen it. Felt it. There was absolutely no way he was ever letting her leave this house until she acknowledged they belonged together.

  Forever.

  Chapter Three

  Carmen wanted him. She knew better than to beg, however. It was intuition mostly, but begging would get her nowhere but waiting even longer. The look in Arturo’s eyes burned her, made her so wet she kept her thighs tightly closed. She didn’t want him to see just how wet she really was. And he hadn’t even touched her yet! Although she had no idea where the night was going to go from here, she knew she wanted it, craved it. Having her hands bound only made her hyperaware of just how masculine and powerful Arturo was. It made her feel fragile, feminine.

  When he turned toward her, Carmen’s breath caught in her throat. His jeans gaped open, with just the thick head of his cock peeking through. She wasn’t the only one who’d decided to go commando tonight. Even though there was no way she’d comment on it out loud, she knew it was for her. This was not a man to make decisions lightly, and despite her quip about his women earlier, she’d never actually seen Arturo bring a woman home. She’d just seen him arriving home in the wee hours of the morning. Oh, how jealous she’d been of whoever he’d been with. None of that mattered now. Tonight, he was hard and ready for her. She'd made him so excited she could see the slight flare of his nostrils, feel the sexual tension coiled in that incredibly hard, muscular body.

  “You will tell me if anything I do hurts you.” It wasn’t a question, so she didn’t answer.

  The light scrape of his teeth against her rock-hard nipples made Carmen gasp. Her clit jumped, throbbing painfully as her body actually arched up to get closer to his mouth.

  “There’s something you need to know about this lifestyle, Carmen.” He said it almost absently as he kissed her flesh, licking and nipping lightly wherever his lips touched. “Being a Dom isn’t about what you get from your partner. It’s not about the Dom’s pleasure. It’s about how good he can make his sub feel. It’s always about her. You. Everything I do is designed to give you pleasure. Maybe not right away, but I promise it will be worth it in the end.” He paused; God, she wished she could see his face. She had a feeling he wasn’t done. “There are some sadistic bastards out there who would hurt a woman. I’m not one of them. I won’t ever treat you like less than the beautiful, wonderful woman you are. I will never beat you, or whip you, or cause you any serious pain just for the sake of pain. For me, it’s about the power exchange—you giving me control over your pleasure, your happiness. Can you trust me enough to let me do what I want to your body?”

  Carmen wasn’t sure if she should answer, wasn’t sure she could answer, but without realizing it, she nodded her head slightly. It was all he allowed before he stretched over her body and opened the nightstand drawer once again. This time, his hand came out holding a dark blindfold. Before she could protest—like she was going to protest at this point—he slipped it over her eyes, adjusting the elastic band so it didn’t pull her hair.

  Instead of going back to kissing her body, she felt his weight leave the bed. Carmen could have screamed in frustration. She did pull against the scarfs holding her to the head of the bed. The next sensation was so light, so soft she almost screamed out in surprise. The anticipation was almost too much, but the feathery touches slowly traveling from nipple to nipple were pushing her further, nearly driving her insane with the need for something more, something deeper.

  “Please?” She couldn’t help it. There was something she needed, an elusive thing she couldn’t put a name to.

  “Spread your legs wide, amada, and keep them open. Do not move.”

  Compliance to the deep, growled command came easy. She spread her thighs as wide as she could, panting as she waited for whatever would happen next.

  The sharp sting of his palm against her pussy sent wave after wave of pure sensation pulsating through her, and she cried out. It was pain, but there was also a pleasure so intense she wasn’t sure she could survive it. The instinct to close her legs was so damn strong—yet she didn’t dare. Two more sharp smacks and Carmen came, actually orgasmed from a spanking!

  “Mmm, baby, you’re so responsive.” How ridiculous was it that she was preening from the murmured approval? “I think you deserve a little treat.”

  Carmen felt him moving. The mattress dipped, and his hot skin brushed against her legs. His breath tickled her thigh, making her tingle. When his hot mouth covered her cunt, another scream ripped from her throat. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. One long swipe from cunt to clit was all he gave her.

  When he left the bed this time, Carmen did scream in frustration. She strained against the silk holding her wrists, her fists clenched. His deep, sexy chuckle was her only answer.

  The damned drawer beside the bed slid open again, and Carmen vowed then and there that if she ever got loose, she was going to toss every drawer he had in the room and find out exactly what was in each and every one of them.

  She cried out again when his mouth curled around her nipple and pulled slightly. He hadn’t touched the bed, and she’d had no clue he was anywhere near her. The man was definitely good at this. Everything he did showed a studied practice...and far too much experience. She had to push the thoughts of him doing this with other women firmly out of her mind. The idea made her want to slap someone.

  “Stop!” His sharp command was issued with a fair amount of force. “This is for you, Carmen. No one else.”

  “How did you...”

  “It doesn’t matter,” he interrupted her. “Nothing matters from this moment on but you and me.”

  Carmen marveled at how easily he did it again, made her feel special, as if she was the only woman in the world that mattered.

  He sat on the bed again, his warm body brushing against her as he bent to take her nipple in his mouth once again. He nipped the little nub gently with his teeth, elongating it slightly. When he let her go, his mouth was replaced by a sharp pinch. Carmen inhaled sharply, but didn’t cry out. The sensation was uncomfortable, but it didn’t hurt. Nipple clamp? A soft moan escaped as she felt the tip of his fingernail across the very tip of her nipples. Blood rushed to the spot, or at
least tried to, restricted by whatever it was that bound her.

  “I want you to clear your mind of everything other than what I’m doing to you. What I’m going to do to you,” Arturo continued. “All I want you to focus on are the sensations both inside and outside your body.”

  Like she could do anything else.

  He bent over her and took her other nipple in her mouth, repeating the process with the other peak. Once the other little clamp was in place, the chain connecting the two devices lay coolly against the skin between her breasts. He lifted the thin metal from her skin and tugged gently, pulling her nipples slightly. Carmen gasped again but said nothing.

  “Tell me you understand what I want you to do, Carmen.” It wasn’t a suggestion.

  “I understand.” She repeated the words without really knowing what she was saying. All she could focus on was the clamps pulling at her breasts with each stroke of his fingers. He chuckled, but said nothing. It was as if he could read what was inside of her, like he knew the delightful discomfort she was enduring and relished it.

  The whole thing confused her as much as it aroused. The whole pussy-spanking thing hurt, but it felt oh so damn good at the same time. It made the pain seem like nothing, made her crave the sting. Now, he was doing the same to her breasts. The pressure felt uncomfortable, but the added sensations to her nipples made her core ache in a primal way.

  He moved again and this time, he settled between her legs again. Carmen lifted her pelvis, hoping to meet his mouth, but encountered nothing but cool air. What was he doing? When the hell would he do it? Didn’t he understand she was in need?

  “Tell me what you want, Carmen.”

  He had to do this now? He knew what she wanted; why was he making her fucking say it?

  “Now, Carmen. Or I end this.”

  “I-I want—” she stammered. So she had to just tell him? Lord, this was hard!

  “Say it. I won’t tell you again.”

  She took a breath, wishing like hell she could see him. She felt too vulnerable, too exposed. Seeing his expression, his face, was important. What if he was laughing at her? What if this was all just a game to him and he wasn’t feeling the same way she was? This was more than a simple sex game to her. She may not have recognized it before, but she sure as hell did now.

  “Eat me, Arturo. Eat my pussy.” Her voice quavered and sounded all husky and so not her. She was a confident, self-assured woman. The voice coming from her mouth was that of a woman in need, dependant on a man for her pleasure. Carmen wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Could she handle not being in complete control, even though leading bedroom play left her a little cold?

  He didn’t budge. Didn’t make a move toward her aching crotch. “I told you not to think about anything other than the pleasure I was giving you. You disobeyed. Do you understand that means I have to punish you?”

  Carmen groaned and screeched in frustration. Not now. Fuck!

  His hands found her thighs, rubbing his calloused fingers up and down her skin. “Relax, sweet. That will come later. I just want you to know it’s coming.”

  “Gee, thanks.” She shot out the words before she thought about it. They were a reflex. The moment they left her lips, she would have given her right pinky toe to be able to take them back. That would probably earn her more punishment.

  To her surprise, he only chuckled. “That’s my little hellcat. You don’t have to worry about speaking your mind. I want you to. I want you to tell me all your wants and desires. It’s what makes this kind of relationship so special. I demand complete honesty in the bedroom, and you must comply. No matter how uncomfortable it makes you, no matter how silly or perverted you think it is, you must always tell me what you want. Together, we will explore it. If it’s something I’m unfamiliar with, I’ll learn about it and we’ll do it...together.”

  Then his weight shifted and his mouth covered her pussy. Carmen screamed and arched her back, lifting her hips and pushing against his mouth. His tongue delved into her cunt, lapping and probing, coaxing more moisture from her. From time to time, he left her pussy to find her clit. He lapped and sucked only to return to her aching hole.

  She had never known such pleasure! Every nerve in her body seemed connected to her pearl, making her tingle and throb all over. Her sweat-slickened thighs glided through his hands as she moved, and still his mouth covered her. Her orgasm lay just out of reach. It seemed like every time she got close, he pulled back.

  Arturo’s hands skimmed her belly, her sides, finally cupping her breasts, squeezing and kneading them gently. The chain that connected the clamps firmly attached to her nipples tickled her chest. Arturo found it with a finger and tugged, sending pleasurable pain zinging through her breasts. Carmen’s clit throbbed, but he didn’t venture back to it like she’d hoped. All it would take was one little lick and she’d explode, yet he avoided it.

  With a growl, Arturo moved up her body until he covered her with his much bigger, muscular body. His cock probed her entrance and Carmen wrapped her legs around him, demanding he enter her.

  “You know the rules, baby. Tell me what you want.”

  “Fuck me, Arturo! Oh sweet Jesus, fuck me!”

  Without preamble, Arturo slid home. He grunted, breathing heavily. Carmen just let go and screamed.

  He sat up, wrapping his arms around her thighs and pulling them over his shoulders. Using her legs for leverage, he began a slow, rhythmic thrusting. His cock stretched and filled her deliciously. Her pussy burned with the size of him, but the small amount of pain created its own pleasure. Carmen thrashed and pulled against her bonds, desperately needing to touch him, but unable to move. She wanted to ask him to let her go, but she was afraid to break the moment. She had a feeling he probably wouldn’t do it anyway. Not yet.

  Arturo continued his thrusting. Gradually, his movements increased and he let her legs slide from his shoulders. He urged her to wrap them around his waist and he lay on top of her, kissing the side of her neck and fucking her with a passion that was slowly driving her insane. The extra stimulation to her clit was enough to begin the ascent to orgasm. It would only take a few more strokes on his part, and she’d come harder than she’s ever come in her life. She knew it like she knew she needed air to breathe.

  Just as the first spasms hit her, Arturo grasped the nipple clamps and released them. Blood flowed back into the little nubs, causing the most exquisite pain, and the mind-blowing orgasm she knew was about to hit her doubled in intensity.

  Carmen wanted to scream. She really did. But her body seized as the pleasure hit her and she couldn’t even breathe, much less scream. Wave after wave rose and crested in throbbing pulses throughout her body, centered where their bodies joined. Just as her pleasure started to fade, Arturo gave a hoarse shout and surged into her body as deeply as he could. His warm seed filled her, and Carmen’s body sucked it in greedily.

  Arturo reached above her and released the silken scarves, rolling them to their sides. Carmen immediately whipped off the blindfold and met his sated gaze with her wide and slightly frightened one. His smug grin was almost her undoing.

  “You asshole!”

  His smile turned into a full-fledged belly laugh. “I’ve been called that from time to time, but never after making a woman come as hard as you did.”

  She thumped him in the chest. Too bad he hardly seemed to notice. She couldn’t muster much energy for punishing him anyway. Which brought her to the reason for calling him an asshole.

  “You absolutely are not going to punish me.” She tried to sound authoritative and stuff, but it came out as a squeak, which totally ruined the effect.

  “Oh, I’ll punish you all right. When the time is right.” He settled her in the crook of his shoulder and arm until she fit comfortably against him. It struck Carmen that it just felt right cuddling like this. Never in her life had she cuddled after sex. No one had ever meant that much to her. “Do you remember what I said earlier?”

  Post-orgasmic bliss
was starting to take its toll, and her eyelids drooped. “About what?” Her words slurred, and she had to fight to keep her focus on him.

  “You asked me if I promised not to hurt you. I told you I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to do.”

  Carmen stilled. She was still fighting sleep, but his words did clear her head a little. “Yes. I remember.”

  “I will punish you—you earned it—but I promise it won’t be anything you don’t enjoy.”

  “Lord...” Carmen buried her face in his chest and clung to him. She actually trembled in anticipation of what he’d do. She wasn’t up to it now, but she could definitely see the possibilities. In fact, her bottom tingled where she knew he might use one of those paddles he spoke of earlier.

  “But not now, amada. Tomorrow we will discuss you baking cakes for another man. For now, sleep. Let me hold you.”

  She wanted to say something about the cakes, but, as if her body had been waiting for his consent, she sighed and promptly fell asleep.

  ***

  Arturo smiled as he pulled his woman close. God, she felt so good in his arms, right where she belonged. Right where she was going to stay.

  The End