Stealing Carmen (2 page)

He didn’t expect her to like it. There is often a huge difference between fantasy and actually experiencing the intense emotions called up in submission. Shoplifting Carmen was supposed to be a very short event. One he’d savor, but its real mission was to ensure she didn’t go looking for the experience from some stranger and get into real trouble.

Watching as she worked through her feelings was eating away his control. She wasn’t shrinking from him. Beautiful Carmen opened her soul like a rare flower seeks the sun. Letting him be the sun in her sky was all a dominant could ask for and Jack had to brace himself. Going slow was painful but still a pleasure.

After a moment he continued. She had to know where they were before either of them went further. The no-deceptions part went both ways and he wanted to be sure she knew it. “I have a dangerous job. You know I’m gone for months at a time. I’m not looking for a woman who needs a man to get through her days. But I don’t want casual, throwaway sex. I want you. What I want is not fair. I’m gone a lot but I want a woman who’s faithful. And I’m a real dominant. Are you afraid?”

“Yes.”

“Of what?”

“That you’ll change your mind,” Carmen informed him, a new strength entering her tone.

Jack raised a brow in surprise. “About which thing?”

“That you want me.” Carmen licked her lips nervously. Her entire body was trembling now. “I’ve never been with a real dominant. I’m fat and I just confessed a whole bunch of embarrassing stuff on the phone. It’s difficult to believe that you want me. You’re perfect. You could have anyone.”

Jack cocked his head as he listened to her. The courage to be a submissive, a real submissive was written all over that little speech. She was stunning. He worked at keeping his face a serious mask for her. She needed to know he matched her. She could trust him to take care of all the things she was asking without words.

“I don’t lie, baby. If this were a line, I’d have stopped talking five minutes ago. Talking is pretty much the last thing I want to do. As to your fat statement, have a look at my crotch. I’m working on having exactly who I want. And I’m not looking for a one-time thing. So if we get involved and I ever hear you call yourself something ugly again, I’ll feel compelled to correct your attitude.”

Her eyes dropped to the hard bulge between his legs and she swallowed. Reading her face, there was no fear in that reaction. There was something much more greedy and Jack nearly growled with frustration. He was damn sure she wasn’t lying about never having been with a dominant, but her natural reactions were so purely sensual submission, she was effectively eating away the last shred of his resistance.

When they reached this point, civilians plunked down half the retirement fund on a ridiculous car or some other equally foolish item. A lifetime of looking at the other side of the fence brought a man to this. Investing more than he could afford in something he’d always wanted. For Jack it wasn’t the cash. Stealing Carmen came at a dangerous price. One he hadn’t realized he was willing to pay.

Jack had known it was time for a change. He’d been lucky a long time. Carmen was a risk he couldn’t afford to trust luck with. She would be his weakness, the way to get to him. That meant it was time to eliminate the risks he’d bring to her life. If he couldn’t remove the danger, the enemies he’d collected in the ugly life he lived, the next time he left he wouldn’t be coming back. Even knowing that cost, there was no turning back.

Time to get over it. Life was about to be different and, hell, he wanted it bad.

This was going to be so damn good and he wasn’t about to let her down by giving in to her hungry little soul. Nor would he damage the incredible submissive in her by falling on her and fucking her raw in one go. But he might have to blindfold her in self-defense. She’d think it was for her and he’d never admit any different.

He walked to the foot of her lounge chair. Standing with legs wide, hand on hip, the other holding her remote, he smiled. “I see you’re getting the picture. Next time you think I’m lying we’ll have a long discussion about it. Right now I want you clearheaded. Look at my eyes.”

Slowly, reluctantly her eyes dragged over his belt buckle and up his chest. Her mouth was open in light pants as sweat beaded her entire body.

“Do you want to move on from here and see if we’re interested in more than a weekend? It’s not casual, but if we don’t get along, it’s not binding. I want you. It’s up to you.”

“Please, can we turn off the Diver?” Carmen asked huskily.

“No. This is what you’re agreeing to. I’m a dominant. I don’t believe in beatings. Public humiliation is only required in extreme cases when the submissive needs it. It has to be for the submissive, never the dominant. If a man needs public proof of what he is, he’s not a dominant. However, your sex and your body are mine if you agree. I will not allow you to be harmed. I will not allow you to hide from the incredible submissive you are.”

Jack paused, letting her absorb the information she needed to make a choice. He wasn’t playing fair. He didn’t give a damn.

Carmen wanted this too much to let her off the hook. Quick thinking was what kept him alive. Taking the available facts and putting them together into possible outcomes made him good. Knowing which of those outcomes was the subject’s most likely choice made him the best.

Carmen was a natural submissive. One that was so needy she’d be compelled to seek relief for her submissive soul soon. She didn’t seem to know how close to the ragged edge of dangerous need she was. There were no local outlets for her. She’d have to travel at least an hour and a half to the big city to find anything at all. A submissive out of their town, visiting a fetish club was the most likely to be taken advantage of by predators. He wasn’t about to let her go find relief from some stranger.

What he deserved was his ass handed to him. He should have been paying more attention. Just watching her from a distance and mooning over that ripe ass and those soft tits had been all about him. He’d already failed her by not recognizing her need and seeing that she was coming to a crossroads. It wouldn’t have been this weekend or next. But he’d bet within a month she’d have taken her beautiful self up to the big city to investigate a lifestyle club. That shit was not going to happen.

“You will have a safe word. Everything stops anytime you want. Using it is not a failure. You will not be afraid to use it. If I suspect you should have used it and didn’t, I’ll spank your ass. Understand?” Jack waited for her to nod. “I have to leave in less than twenty-four hours. If we enjoy this, you’ll have time to make up your mind after I’m gone. So are you willing? Want to know what it feels like to be a submissive?”

Carmen bit her lip as she stared up at him. Then she nodded.

“No, baby. You need to say the words. Say my name and ask to be my submissive. Then tell me your safe word,” he commanded calmly. There was no way he would ever let her feel he’d taken something she didn’t want to give.

Carmen opened her mouth and closed it again. Her legs clenched as a shudder ran up her body. Jack enjoyed the evidence of her excitement. Having to voice her submission while the wicked device buzzed in her cunt was going to make her desperate. His natural submissive was losing her mind. Yep, he was a very bad man. Knowing this, he did nothing to relieve her. He wanted her to associate her submission with sexual pleasure she couldn’t control.

Carmen tried again. “Jack, I want to be your submissive.” She had to stop as her eyes fluttered shut and her knees came up, still pressed together tightly. “My safe word is…is… I don’t know. Help me please,” she begged as her body clenched uncontrollably.

“Of course I’ll help. All you had to say is please.” Jack smiled and walked around to drop to his haunches by her head. Her body was undulating on the lounge. She’d already given up trying to hide her reactions from him. Tenderly stroking dark wisps of hair back from her face he leaned into her. “Your safe word is peach, like your golden skin,” he whispered across the lush lips, drinking in her panting breaths.

Petting her head, he prompted, “Now spread your legs and say it all together.” His other hand reached down to the apex of her legs. With sure knowledge he placed two fingers on the cloth over her clit and circled lightly.

He was barely touching her but the contact was fully intimate and completely possessive. His intention was to show her how a dominant had every right to touch her wherever he pleased no matter how rude it would normally be. Also that she was expected to follow commands while he did.

Deliberately his fingers came up to the rim of her bikini bottoms and then slid inside. Still using a light touch he stopped at the apex of her slit. Just two fingertips softly pressed on her clit in wicked circles. The outcome was a sure thing. Her complete surrender mentally and physically would drive her into release. Even with only the light touch, her acceptance of his control would take her pleasure to a new depth.

The cost to him was a whole different thing. Touching this sweet pussy and keeping it light took a mental hard lock on the big picture in his head. Focus on the mission wasn’t new. It’d never been this difficult.

Breathing harshly through her mouth, her eyes clinging to his, she tried again. “Jack, please take me as your submissive. My safe word is peach.”

“Good girl.”

At his words her body arched, her head kicked back and she convulsed into orgasm. Jack stayed at her head, stroking her hair with one hand but lifting the other from her crotch. He wanted her to feel this orgasm on her own. Watching his gorgeous woman come apart gave him satisfaction along with lusty, possessive pride.

She couldn’t control herself. Her legs fell completely open. She dropped the phone and both hands shot down to clutch the dripping material between her legs. Carmen dug her fingers into shuddering flesh. She stroked herself and then howled when his thumb pushed the remote button up to medium.

Her feet were planted on either side of the lounge chair and her hips bucked off the seat. Helplessly her hips pumped into the air as her fingers franticly rubbed the intensified fire originating there. She was so beautiful.

Damn, he’d been a fool for way too long.

Chapter Two

Jack flicked the remote off. Slowly the shudders passed and her body relaxed on the padded chair. Still panting, her eyes opened to look at him and he saw the exact moment she processed the fact she’d just had an orgasm for him.

Her feet moved first, lifting from their wide stance. His hand on one knee, he held her leg down. “No. Remain as you are.”

She relaxed and glanced away from him, obviously debating whether or not to lift her hands from clutching the damp cloth between her legs. His hand moved to her forearm. “You have been told to remain still, Carmen. That means no moving without permission. You may ask for anything you want. There is no silence command, but you are not to move until permission is given when you’re under command. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Carmen answered softly.

He wanted her frozen in place. The embarrassment of remaining in such a lewd pose was a test. He needed to know if it excited her as well as using the moment to fully impress her with what they were about to do.

“Good. Tell me what happened. Do not try to hide your reactions. I’ll know. Tell me why you just had a screaming orgasm without permission and could not keep from fingering the body you had surrendered to me?”

“Oh! I’m sorry. Oh damn, I’ve failed already!” Her soft voice shook as tears sprang to her eyes and she lay there perfectly still.

“You cannot fail, baby. I will not allow it,” he assured her in firm tones. The truth of his words would have to be built on actions. Her faith in him would grow with experience. Through it would come complete freedom, even though she didn’t understand that yet. Soothing her with the safety of his control was the best he could do for the moment.

“If there needs to be correction, I’ll take care of it, but that doesn’t mean you failed. The only way you can fail is to willfully disobey without using the safe word. I will not tolerate being bad out of spite or a mean spirit or to get a punishment you enjoy. Believe me, if that were the case, you would not enjoy the punishment you’d earned. Now answer the question.”

Sniffling slightly, Carmen nodded. “I came because you were here watching me, wanting me. It turned me on. The Diver stimulation was keeping me excited but then you touched me and that pushed me over the edge. I was embarrassed and that made it worse. Um, better, ah, more. It was you,” she ended softly.

Jack smiled again. “Yes, baby. It was submission.” He leaned down and brushed his lips across hers in a caress. Her head lifted but he moved away, subtly showing her he would control her touches. His choice.

“First point we need to get clear is direction from me is a command. You will comply with it immediately. If I have to repeat myself to get your attention, we will have to deal with correction. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Carmen agreed without hesitation. Her responsive soul needed the control. He wasn’t sure she knew why her answer had been quick and affirmative, but he did.

“Now put those busy hands to use. Take off the top and drop it beside you,” Jack directed. His face was rigidly stern, though not harsh, he hoped. He wanted her to understand that display commands were serious.

Slowly she reached up to the clasp between shuddering breasts and unsnapped it. Pulling the cloth off, Carmen kept her eyes down as if she were watching what she was doing. Lifting her back she slipped the arms off and dropped the top beside her. Relaxing her body back, her hands gripped the chair edges but her eyes remained lowered.

“How does that feel?” Jack asked softly. Still beside her head, he trailed a single finger down her neck, caressing the fluttering pulse.

“I feel…I feel exposed. Excited. Unsure. I don’t know… I’m shivering inside,” Carmen confessed as his finger slowly traveled over her collarbone and down to the rise of her breasts.

“You have beautiful breasts, Carmen. Natural and heavy.”

His finger caressed soft skin to the puckered dark areola around her nipple. There he circled lazily, letting her become used to the gentle touch, but more importantly to him, watching his hand on her intimately. Touching her casually in places she’d normally have covered. Enforcing his right to her in any way he wanted.

“Look how pert your nipple is. How it stands, begging for attention,” he encouraged softly.

His hand cupped her, lifting the weight, feeling soft flesh move between his spread fingers. Resisting the urge to squeeze and mold both hard-tipped globes as he watched her reaction to his dark, rough hand holding her sensitive body.

He had yet to really kiss her or in any normal way confirm their relationship. He wanted her very clear that there was nothing regular about this. Handling her as he chose eased her into submitting. Letting her feel the slight sting of embarrassment as his eyes and hands enjoyed her. If she could admit the dark pleasure this gave her, she’d have come a long way for a first encounter.

Carmen bit her lip and looked from his face to her breast and back again.

Jack’s hand let go of her breast to rest on her trembling belly. Malleable under his fingers, her heated flesh almost made him forgot what he meant to do next.

“Hold them up for me. Offer your nipples, baby,” he directed softly. “They’re swollen and sensitive. That sensitivity is mine. What I choose to do about them is mine. Feel the surrender of knowing I can choose to ignore them or not.”

Soft hands cupped her breasts, holding them off her body. Two rose peaks of need were offered by a panting woman whose hips were gently shifting in eager jerks. Now was the time to reward surrender, celebrate it. Let her know how pleased he was with her offering. Besides, some things a man couldn’t be expected to resist, and he’d been looking at those tempting breasts for two years.

His mouth swooped down, sucking the nearest nipple in hard. Taking her roughly with his mouth was a compromise. What he wanted, how he needed to touch her and what she could take were worlds apart. Clamping down on the animal who wanted to roll her over, grab her soft tits and use them to pull her back on his cock as he fucked her, Jack settled for the small pleasure of using his mouth aggressively.

Carmen’s back arched off the recliner as a moan escaped her. But she didn’t let go, holding both breasts up as he roughly sucked then laved the glistening peak with his tongue, ending with gentle nips that left little red marks. Leaning over, he did the same with her other breast. The hard suck and nips were a calculated move to increase her sensitivity, lighting her breasts on fire. He wanted her burning.

He also wanted her to know he’d mark her. He enjoyed seeing the pink spots on her breasts. Later the marks would not be so light. Not from nipping her, from sucking on that delicious flesh and leaving hickeys wherever he wanted. Some dominants marked women in much harsher ways and Jack had never gotten that. With Carmen he suddenly understood it to a certain extent.

Marking was basic, primal. Males are visual creatures and it was pleasing to see her pale, soft skin accept his marks. Damn, it was sexually addictive too. A guy with shaky self-control and a willing woman could easily get out of hand. Another thing his nature had never understood in the past. Now he totally identified with the urge to see his mark on her permanently in some erotic way. Would she accept a piercing? Shit. He needed more control. This was no time to even think that.

Sitting back, he watched her hands gripping the soft flesh, squeezing rhythmically. “That feel good?” he asked, wanting her to acknowledge her need for this surrender. The sooner she became comfortable with the fact she was a highly sexed woman, the quicker they could move on to the other fun stuff. She wasn’t ready yet, but he was amazed at how quickly her body responded. Her mind was not putting on the brakes as far as he could tell.

“Yes. Please more.” Carmen arched up at his face, shameless in her request.

“Such a good girl, but no. Let go of those needy tits,” Jack directed, purposely using a word that reduced them to pleasure centers while carefully watching her face. He kept his features calm. She couldn’t handle harsh commands, but damn, she’d want them at some point. Stern commands were a tool to focus her on a sensation and this angel was eating up her sensations. She’d need it, the feel of her dominant controlling her.

Her eyes were trained on him. Her lips trembled as if she were about to say something and then thought better of it. Jack nodded in approval, letting her know he was aware of her correct choice in not arguing.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked. Giving her the out was his responsibility. Part of the control he owed her as a safe, sane dominant. He’d rather take a bullet than let her go though.

“No, oh no. Not yet.”

Jack nodded again. “Then pull those bows on your hips and get rid of the panties. You will no longer wear a cover over that cunt when with me. When I’m gone, you will never go without panties. Understand?”

“Yes. Thank you,” Carmen responded in her naturally submissive voice as she quickly reached for the side ties of her bikini bottoms.

Jack stood and walked around to the bottom of the lounge again. Part of the reason was to look at her in a very direct way. That was for her. For him, it was to get his hands off her. She was damn fragile right now. He wasn’t.

“That’s it. Now flip the front down and pull it out from under you,” he directed calmly, his eyes on her crotch. She couldn’t mistake his intention of looking at her most intimate flesh. Her legs were spread on either side of the chair, but he wanted more as she flipped the material down and her gloriously naked folds came into view. “Spread your knees, baby. Show me what you’re offering.”

Carmen gasped but her knees fell open wider, her hands resting on them to pull them farther than they’d naturally go.

Jack stood still and simply looked at her. She glistened in the sun, her recent orgasm making her damp and yielding, so sweet. As he watched, her little opening contracted in reaction. Her thighs were trembling as he studied her.

“Very nice,” he approved softly, and looked into her eyes. “Now get up and go in my back door. Stepping through that door makes you completely mine, Carmen. What we’ve done here is simply submissive display. If it’s too hard for you, you need to be honest about it now.”

She managed to blush and smile at the same time as she quickly stood and turned to hurry around through the grass to his door. Jack stayed where he was, curious to see what she’d do with herself once she’d stepped through the door. He needed a moment to gather himself. Had he ever seen such a natural, beautiful submissive? There was nothing broken or lost about her.

Excitement glowed from her but it was not a replacement for a deficiency. It was pure sexual pleasure. She was feeling the nip of embarrassment. The scintillating flavor of surrender and the little witch wanted more.

Glancing down at his hand, he realized he still held the remote for her wicked toy. Oh yeah, the lady would get more. He flicked it on to the medium setting and chuckled darkly.

He wasn’t playing fair. It was too important. Employing any means available to reach the goal was his intention. At this point his mind was made up. He would have her and wasn’t above stealing Carmen if he had to. At least emotionally. There was no question he was gonna be a bastard about this and bind her to him before she knew what he was doing.

Taking Carmen meant it was time for him to get out of the danger game. He was burnt-out and he knew it. He’d never expected to be free to indulge his obsession with her. Now there was no other choice and this was an opportunity he had no intention of fucking up.

His back door opened to his bedroom. Jack stepped through the door and found her kneeling in a tense submissive pose. He frowned. She was holding position perfectly. Her knees were as wide apart as she could manage, her back straight with hands clasped behind her at the small of her back to present breasts with her shoulders thrown back. Her chin up, eyes down. Baby did know a thing or two she hadn’t mentioned. If he caught her in a lie this early, it didn’t speak well for the future.

“Wait position,” he commented darkly. “You’ve been trained?”

She was trembling, trying to keep the vibrator up her stretched-open cunt as he stood over her with his arms crossed and a fierce frown on his face. She was slick with her own excitement and the tight clench required to keep the dildo in couldn’t be easy. Not about to help her, he waited for her response.

“No. I read BDSM books all the time. I’m a reviewer for an online review site,” she quickly explained. “I’ve read about this position many times. It seemed appropriate. You didn’t say how you wanted me to wait for you.”