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  Instinctively raising her hand to her heart that was pounding in her chest, Carmen dropped her towels. The self-protective instinct to speak Spanish kicked in, just before the words, "Oh, shit!" flew out.

  "Lo siento mucho, señor," she said, meaning, I'm very sorry, sir.

  Carmen used her last hundred bucks to buy a false social security number. It would last a few months before she was found out. In actual fact she was a US citizen, pretending not to be. Tips were generous and she had the goods to work it. Out of sight, out of mind - surely her problems would all blow over.

  Until then she would stay off the radar where no one could locate her.

  Her mother and grandmother had spoken fluent Spanish. Carmen had learned as a child so pretending to be an illegal immigrant had been easy. On the east coast she was from Mexico, for the west coast, Puerto Rico. For more than four months she had been drifting, using a false name, and successfully hiding.

  Carmen had only recently arrived in New York. She had always wanted to see 'The Big Apple.' Now that she was on the run it seemed a fine time to visit.

  The adopted social security name of Lucille Guzman guarantied her anonymity. Her own name, Carmen Wilson, would result in capture, captivity and a beating that would probably kill her. Either way the choice was a no brainer.

  I am Lucille Guzman, she reminded herself.

  It happened so fast…!

  There was no time to react.

  In three quick strides, Thor grabbed her and turned her face and stomach against the wall, pressing her against the cool, smooth surface. His large hands grasped her wrists and held them above her head.

  Holy shit!

  Carmen gave an incoherent squeal of surprise as the stranger's body, hard and masculine covered her shoulders, back, hips, thighs and butt. She was helpless. Caught. Trapped by this big sexy man, and God damn it – didn’t he smell great? He had the natural musky scent of a strong, healthy male animal.

  Her pussy pulsed, and Carmen felt a flood of moisture and a familiar heat between her legs.

  "Oh, no, I…um, what…?" she said, blinking in breathless mental chaos. His touch and the heat of his body drove her into a daze. Confused, she forgot to use her feigned Spanish accent, and let her native Californian dialect drift in.

  "Shush, shush," she heard a deep masculine voice rumble in her ear. "No speaking unless I ask you something," he ordered with peremptory brusqueness, grinding his hard male member into her ass. "No, wait, what's your name?"

  "Carmen," she said incurably truthful.

  The fake name of Lucille had disappeared from her memory the moment that his hands were upon her. Her mind had emptied – everything had simply faded away. All her focus was upon the rich sound of his voice and the sensation of his hard masculine body against hers.

  "Carmen," he said, drawing the word out in a seductive lilt.

  She shut her eyes and inhaled, feeling suddenly short of breath. Even his voice screamed sex. It was deep and male and commanding. Already she felt hyperaware of it, craving to hear him speak.

  "I like it," he said, his big body still pressing against her.

  Thor loosened the tie of his bathrobe. Carmen watched from her peripheral vision, and as he slipped it off, her mouth went dry. Thor was beautiful. His skin was golden and perfect, so muscular and masculine. His large erection, thick and rigid, spread the cheeks of her ass, pushing her forcefully in full contact with the wall.

  The sudden unexpected pleasure of it made her moan.

  Thor gave a low, sexy laugh at the sound.

  God, she thought. How long has it been? Too long. I want him. I don’t even know who he is, but I don't care. I need this. I need to forget everything and share an intimate moment of pleasure with a stranger. Why the hell not?

  Shifting her wrists to his left hand, while keeping them high above her, he ran his right hand firmly down her body. His fingers trailed tantalizingly close to her breast, along her flank, to her waist, to her thigh and leg until he reached the hem of her maid's uniform. Her breath came faster and her pulse quickened when he pushed her dress up, sliding his rough palm across the soft skin of her thigh, hip and flat stomach.

  Easing his fingers lower, he moved to lift the elastic of her panties.

  Carmen's entire focus was on those rough male fingers, and where they were going. Everywhere he touched left a burning electric heat.

  She felt her panties stretch upwards to accommodate him, felt his large hand move under them. The man's fingers, in a teasing, deliberate pace caressed through her pubic hair down between her legs to her sex. His warm palm cupped her swollen feminine mound possessively. A tiny, whole-body shudder went through her.

  Whimpering, her breathing ragged, Carmen automatically moved her legs apart to give him access.

  "That's right, good girl," he encouraged in a warm, husky voice. "Spread those soft thighs for me. I want to touch you."

  Carmen knees buckled as she simply melted. Lord! What was that about?

  She didn't even know this man but she wanted to soak up his praise, immersing herself in his regard. She wanted to do anything to please him, merely to hear that warm appreciation in his voice, to make him happy, or to see him smile.

  As he guided his fingers in between her folds, to tantalizingly stroke the hidden, secret, empty place inside her, Carmen's stomach tightened and her slick channel spasmed and gushed.

  The man gave a bark of laughter. "You horny little slut," he exclaimed with astonished delight. "You're flooding down there, you're so wet for me. That slick nectar is pouring out - just like a river that's broken its banks."

  The melodic sound of Thor's voice, filled with delirious male approval thrilled her. Right now she was a horny slut, and unless she was mistaken (or he had a gun in his pocket) he was pretty damn horny too.

  Thor took all that moisture that had drenched his palm and spread it over her swollen flesh. Dipping and stroking, he aroused her further – if that was even possible - while rocking his erection against her behind.

  "Oh, God," she moaned, leaning weakly against the wall. Her entire body felt sensitized. How had he done that so quickly? Turned her into a pathetic pool of desperate, aching need?

  Thor's devil-blessed intimate caress between her legs was mind-blowing. Sexy and arousing, yet somehow also safe and calming. Carmen felt completely under his control, mastered by this man.

  It was both a turn on and a relief to give herself over to him.

  To let all decisions rest in his hands.

  So much fear and dread. She had experienced too many worries, one after another on a constant, daily basis. Carmen had been strung up tight for too damn long. Yet this man knew his way around a woman's body. He knew exactly how to take her mind off everything.

  The last of her tension or any faint possibility of resistance melted away.

  "Ummmm," she breathed, smelling the heady, primal scent of sex in the air, and relaxing into his touch.

  "That's right, Carmen," he said, sensing her complete surrender. "Just let go. I'll take care of you." He pushed two fingers into her, cupping his soaking hand against her distended, aching nub. With the pad of one thumb he circled that bundle of nerves, while finger fucking her empty throbbing channel.

  "Oh, yes, please, please," Carmen begged, conscious that she sounded wanton and craven, but was simply unable to care.

  Thor pulled the tie of the white apron that was done up in a bow at her back. It dropped to the floor, falling with a thud as her house keys were in the pocket. Then he yanked out the few hair pins she had that held her hair in a bun, and pulled the hair tie out of her pony tail.

  His big body pressed against her, his face in her hair, against her throat, breathing her in with long, deep breaths.

  What? Did the man like the smell of her shampoo or something?

  For a moment he released her wrists and ran his fingers down her arms, and through her thick tresses. Stoking her unconfined hair in a gentle tactile caress, he pulled
it to one side. He nuzzled, licked and kissed her exposed nape. Then he took the ultra-sensitive flesh where neck met shoulder between his teeth, and bit her.

  Carmen moaned and arched back into him as goosebumps rose all over her body.

  The man spun her around, moving her body easily, so that she faced him. When she began to lower her arms he growled, "Keep them up."

  Instinctively she complied while his huge, powerful body filled her vision. He was so tall, strong, and… holy shit, what a physique! All firm muscle, and golden skin.

  Carmen was totally buzzed and raw carnal need overpowered her. She wanted to please him. She wanted to give him anything that he desired.

  Thor plundered her mouth in a bruising, eager kiss, while both of his large strong hands roamed all over her body, tracing her flank, her waist, and hips, seductively squeezing her breasts through her clothes. He was demanding, commanding and rough.

  Without doubt or hesitation Thor took exactly what he wanted from her, whatever he needed.

  Jesus! How perfect is this guy? she thought from somewhere in the back of her sex glazed mind. Does he totally do it for me, or what?

  Carmen stood there against the wall with her hands in the air, like she was under arrest or something. It was as if she had surrendered "in the name of the law." Well, she had surrendered alright, but the law she had given in to was a primitive natural law.

  Thor was an overriding force of nature, and it was in her nature to submit to him.

  Thor's thumbs stroked, quickly finding her hard nipples through the cloth. He pinched, twisted and tugged, making her gasp. Then he cupped and squeezed her ass, pulling her into him, thrusting his erection against her with ruthless vigor. She could feel him touching her most sensitive flesh, and his arousal stoked hers even higher.

  Thor's breathing was ragged with lust as he pumped.

  "Oh! Ummm," she moaned and squirmed as he rubbed his rigid cock against her. Her clit throbbed. Yes! Yes! Just there…

  The man had recently brushed his teeth, but it sure as hell wasn't that fresh minty flavor that excited her. It was simply the unique scent and taste of a man. She let him take as he wanted, crushing against her lips, and exploring her with his tongue. Her own tongue joined in and, as if rewarding her participation, his hand returned between her legs and began to thrust into her with two fingers.

  Her internal muscles clenched tightly upon him and she arched, shamelessly pumping herself against him.

  "Yes," he growled. "That's right, Carmen. You really need to be fucked don't you? If you're a good girl you'll get your wish."

  Carmen moaned. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she mentally promised Thor that she was going to be soooo good. Right now he was like Santa Claus, and it was as if all her Christmas' were going to come at once.

  4. Maddened

  Carmen lowered her arms to rest her hands on the back of her head, while Thor fucked her mouth with his tongue and her pussy with his fingers. He did this in concert, mirroring the movements of each in the same erotic way.

  God!

  Carmen sighed with pleasure and began to make soft, unintentional sounds as she flexed and strained against him. The man was tense and horny. The way that he had physically overpowered her and the strength of his desire was an exhilarating aphrodisiac. His body radiated heat like a furnace. They breathed together raggedly, so close that they were inhaling the same air.

  They were a matched pair of frantic, needy sexual creatures, both trying to drive themselves into each other's body, each writhing and twisting together.

  Thor pulled away suddenly. Like ripping through paper he tore her dress right down the middle, sending buttons flying and stripping it off her. Carmen gasped as her pulse quickened further, and her belly tightened. Pure raging lust coiled inside, down low in her gut… and also much lower.

  She gazed at his broad muscular chest, ripped abs and the sinews of his strong male forearms. God he was beautiful. The man stood forceful and potent above her, while she felt vulnerable and helpless, unable to move or speak. Struck dumb and senseless by devastating desire.

  Tearing her dress off took only a moment and he was back to ravage her mouth, to bite and lick her neck and the vulnerable column of her throat. Fisting and twisting her hair in one hand, he tugged it hard, forcing her head into the position he wanted.

  Carmen was captured, controlled, and completely in his hands. It was such a thrilling rush. She could have stopped him, she knew – but she didn't want to. This man was so amazingly masterful.

  She wanted to give him all of her power - and he wanted to take it.

  To take her.

  Thor nuzzled, kissed and sucked the sensitive spot behind her ear. His lips and tongue sent a tingling wave of pleasure over her skin. Carmen, becoming more vocal, couldn’t stop whimpering.

  He gave a low, appreciative male chuckle. "Mmmm I like the sounds you're making," he murmured in a honeyed whisper, his breath tickling her ear. "I just bet that you're a screamer. Should I have brought earplugs?"

  She wanted to laugh, but before she could, Thor wet her skin below and behind her ear, blew air over it, and then nipped her, making her stomach tighten and her sex throb.

  "Um, ah! Oh!" Carmen gasped in a breathless cry. Her mind was reeling from his perfect off beat humor, combined with the things he was doing. Right now she was going to combust with heated sensual overload. How had Thor found that exact spot? The place that had a direct line to something much lower?

  "You want me, don't you?" he asked in a rough voice.

  "Oh, God, yes!"

  Apparently satisfied that he had reduced her into a spineless puddle of quivering need, he moved on to her throat and collar bone, while unhooking her bra and yanking it off. Her dusky pink nipples proudly poked out, already distended and hard for him.

  Thor swore and he looked at her with a happy, boyish grin. His expressive green eyes glowed with male appreciation. "You've got gorgeous tits, sweetheart."

  Thor's fingers captured each of her breasts, squeezing them both at the same time. His hands caught her eye, and she purred from the unique feeling of their roughness upon her soft skin. He had large palms, and thick, blunt male fingers. They were working man's hands, short cut fingernails, with small imperfections from cuts, his skin coarse and calloused from physical labor.

  For a moment she imagined herself shamelessly riding those thick male fingers to orgasm. She had to shut her eyes to contain the erotic impression she had created - just from looking at his hands.

  One at a time, he took each nipple into his mouth and began to suck. Carmen's eyes flew open, and she gazed down at him. God it was so sexy to watch his blond head bobbing. He laved her breasts hungrily with his tongue, his large hands squeezing and fondling.

  Carmen expelled a sharp breath at the erotic sight and sensations.

  Thor rolled her nipples, tugging and pulling, twisting them and creating an exquisite, sensual bite of pain. After pain came pleasure as he hungrily lapped and sucked her nipples with his soothing, soft velvet mouth and tongue. Her breasts felt full and heavy with arousal, and Carmen squirmed and moaned as he caressed them.

  The man was in no hurry as he studied and enjoyed every part of her large swollen tits. With the twitch of a smile, or a raised eyebrow, or appreciative murmurs, he made note of her every reaction.

  Carmen was thrashing, moaning and panting before he had finished, her pussy rippling in a pool of heated need.

  "I love the way your breasts hang, so soft, and swollen and heavy," he said, fondling them reverently. "They're just begging to be touched."

  Carmen felt thrilled by the lust-filled desire that rolled though his voice. Although Thor was in control, it was satisfying to realize that he wasn't as calm and unaffected as he appeared to be.

  Four months without sex – man, that was way too long. If Thor had asked, Carmen would have happily used the small amount of cold hard cash she had to pay him like a male escort. Just as long as he keep going a
t this point.

  Thor lowered a hand to finger her slit again. She shuddered. It was all too much. She bucked into his thick calloused fingers with desperate need. Her arms automatically fell to his shoulders, and she instinctively pulled and snatched restlessly at his hair.

  Suddenly Thor had her by the jaw and throat, pinning her up high, almost on her tip toes against the wall.

  "Did I tell you to lower your hands?" he demanded in a deceptively soft tone that frightened her. His lips were firm, his expression harsh.

  "No," she whispered and her body froze. "I'm sorry."

  "Alright," he said with a nod. "You may keep them where they are. For now you have my permission to touch me. In future you'll do exactly as I say. I'm the one in control here. If you want something, you may ask. Nothing happens without my approval. No climax, no movement - nothing, do you understand?"

  "Yes," Carmen said. "Of course, oh, thank you."

  He released her throat and gave her a quick boyish grin and a brusque kiss on the lips. "Just tell me what you need, sweetheart," he said, appeased by her instant capitulation. "Talk to me. I'll listen."

  Man, she thought, charmed by his grin. He gave me a fright there for a second, but he is nothing like my ex, especially with that talk to me comment. He wants his own way, but I'm on board with that. Am I putty in this guy's hands or what? Please, God, I need to come!

  Thor moved down to his knees and pulled her panties off. Then he gripped her thighs, one hand on each, spreading her open. Using his thumbs, he pulled her slick outer folds apart, exposing the most feminine part of her completely. Remaining perfectly still, he stared at her for a long moment.

  "God, you're beautiful," he said, and then he dove right in.

  "Oh!"

  Carmen hadn’t expected it. Thor's tongue slipped between her inner lips, assaulting her flesh, licking rapidly and thoroughly like a dog at an open wound. Breathless, she sobbed on a strangled moan. Then he closed around her clit, sucking it into his mouth, and holding it firmly with his soft lips.