Authors: Zoey Marcel
Green Broke Woman
Evernight
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Copyright© 2014 Zoey
Marcel
ISBN: 978-1-77130-947-9
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
Editor:
Karyn
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GREEN BROKE WOMAN
Masters of Black Dragon,
1
Zoey Marcel
Copyright © 2014
Prologue
Kayla Sanders blinked at her boss, feeling
certain she’d heard him wrong. What had she gotten herself into?
“W-what?” she stammered.
“Are you deaf?” He sounded impatient and
grouchy, which was hardly out of character for him.
She swallowed. “No, Sir.”
Something moved through his eyes after she
spoke. The rest of his expression told her nothing, but his expressive eyes
briefly betrayed his poker face. Was it male satisfaction, a power trip, or something
else?
“Then what are you waiting for?” he asked,
tone becoming somehow sterner.
“Strip.”
Frantic flurries of apprehension and a subtle
thrill jolted through her. “W-why do you want me to strip?”
His breathtaking blue eyes narrowed in
disapproval. “Are you backing out of this?”
“No, Sir.”
She'd never stripped for anyone before, but
she must do this. Hugh Randall would help to make her exactly what the Langley
brothers needed in a woman. Slowly she pulled her baby pink T-shirt off over
her head and let the garment fall to the hard-wood floor with an almost
soundless plop.
Hugh's lips pursed. “Is that how you treat my
clothes?”
“Your
clothes?
It's
my
top.”
He moved the cane in front of him, pressing
hard with both hands on the silver dragon that clung possessively to the balled
handle as he stood there. “One thing you'll learn fast is that whatever is
yours is now mine. That's how this works. I own you and all of your
possessions.”
She gulped nervously, but the idea of him
owning her excited her. “Oh.”
His aged features tightened. “Pick up the
garment, Kayla. Fold it and place it on the couch like a good girl.”
Her belly flip-flopped with happy jitters at
the authority in his distinguished tone. She did as he commanded and then stood
at attention, staring directly at him.
“Lower your eyes.”
She let them fall to the floor. “What am I
looking at?”
She thought she saw his lips twitch with
amusement from her peripheral vision.
“Lowering your eyes is a sign of respect. If
you want me to be your Dominant, I'll require it of you. Now finish
undressing.”
She took off her jeans first and folded and
set them under her shirt, pausing when she realized that all she wore was her
purple bra and panties. He arched an eyebrow at her hesitation, and she took a
deep breath.
This is for Travis Langley.
Of course there were two other Langley men who
motivated her to keep going, but she couldn't think about them right now. She
mustered a facade of courage as she unhooked her bra, hoping Hugh wouldn't
perceive her lack of experience.
His eyes seemed to burn her breasts as she
faked a calm demeanor and laid the bra on her pile of clothes. Now the part she
dreaded. She gingerly guided the waistband of her purple panties down her legs
and stepped out of them. She felt him watching her as she folded them and then
stood still in front of him.
Cover yourself, woman!
Kayla ignored the petrified woman inside of
her. She must do this.
Hugh ogled her for a long moment in silence.
“Hands behind your back and keep your head down while I examine you.”
Her heart leaped in her throat. “Examine me?”
“Did I give you permission to speak, Kayla?”
“No, Sir. Do I need it?”
He couldn't hide the subtle smile that caught
them both off guard as he approached her. “Yes, sub. You do. Now stop talking
and let me take a look at you.”
She tried to keep her body from shaking as he
stood in front of her. He set the cane aside, and she resisted the impulse to
let her eyes wander all over his tall, lean frame. His eyes were all over her
nude form, rendering her vulnerable and strangely empowered when she noticed
the obvious bulge in his jeans.
His six foot two height easily dwarfed her
five feet, four inches. She liked that he was so tall. Walking next to him,
she'd be able to get away with wearing several-inch-high stripper heels and
he'd still tower over her.
“Why did you stop wearing your glasses?” he
asked as he lifted her chin to scrutinize her facial features.
Kayla gulped as the intoxicating aroma of Old
Spice filled her lungs, and his steamy blue eyes darted all over her exposed
flesh. “I guess I forgot them.”
“Two weeks in a row?
She yelped when he swatted her left breast,
making it jiggle upon impact. His pupils dilated with hunger as he watched her
bouncing tit.
“Tell the truth.”
She let her eyes slide from his. “I...”
He directed her face back toward him. “Look
into my eyes right now.”
“I didn't want you to find me unattractive,”
she said meekly, feeling an embarrassing warmth creep into her cheeks.
His countenance softened in an
uncharacteristic manner. “You like me?”
Damn, she seemed too desperate. It would probably
be a turn-off for a man his age.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Glasses don't turn me off. You look very
becoming with or without them. If you need them wear them.” His palms cupped
her full breasts, and his focus darted up to her face when she gasped softly.
“You're responsive. That's good. And these are obviously real. I can tell the
difference.”
Her cheeks burned at the degradation, but his
little smirk of humor made her slit moisten.
“What size are they?”
If she didn't need him as a Dom she'd smack
him upside the head for asking such a personal question. “The tag in my bra
says over there.”
Hugh looked annoyed as he flicked his pointer
finger against her nipple. The discomfort created a surprising surge of delight
to the area.
“I'm asking you, not your bra. I can tell
you're a D-cup at least.”
She blushed.
“Yes, Sir.”
He seemed satisfied as his hands moved from
her breasts to trail down her pudgy tummy. “Stop sucking in your gut.”
She grimaced. How could he tell? She wasn't
sucking it in all the way. One must be clever about such things. “I'm not.”
He flashed
her a
warning look and reached behind her to slap her ass. She jumped a little,
suppressing the startled yip of pain.
“Yes, you are. You're not sucking it in all
the way, but I can tell you're not completely relaxed. Don't lie to me again.”
“Yes, Sir.
How could you tell?”
He kept a straight face, but his blue eyes
twinkled slightly. “When you're as old as I am, you know every trick in the
book. Relax your stomach. I want to see what I'm really getting.”
She steadily unclenched her muscles, feeling
humiliated as he stared down at her softly rounded tummy. She flinched when he
placed a weathered palm over her belly, warming the skin beneath his touch.
“You're soft,” he commented quietly.
Her eyes prickled with the need to cry.
“Yes, Sir.
I eat more calories than I burn. I'll try to work
on that.”
He looked at her curiously. “I didn't mean
you were fat. I mean your skin feels soft like a woman should. Do you
moisturize?”
“Yes, Sir, and I drink a lot of water. It's
the one thing I do right.”
Way to sell yourself, Kayla.
A lusty shadow fell over his face, though he
seemed to prevent his twitching lips from evolving into a full-blown smile.
“I'm sure that's not the only thing you're good at.”
Her folds pooled with warm moisture. She
hoped he was right.
Hugh skipped the lower half of her completely
and walked around to stand behind her. Being unable to see him and knowing that
he ogled her ass made her self-conscious. She shivered when his fingertips
trailed up her spine and she felt him lift a strand of her hair from off her
shoulder.
“Is this your natural hair color?”
“Yes, Sir, I'm naturally strawberry blonde.”
