Green Broke Woman (2 page)

“It looks like cinnamon to me, but what do I
know about hair colors?”

“Isn't there a darker room we could do this
in?”

“Are you worried I'm going to see the
cellulite?”

Her eyes squeezed shut.
“Yes,
Sir.
I realize my backside isn't what it should be, but I'm willing to
work on it, and you don't have to ever go back there. Just focus on my chest.”

He whacked her ass hard, making her cry out
in pain.

“If I want you spread out on a table beneath
a magnifying glass and bright lights all day, you will be. I'm not offended by
your cellulite.”

His answer surprised her. “You're not?”

“No, I'm not. It’s barely noticeable. Even if
you had more, it wouldn’t matter to me. I'm hardly the poster boy for male
perfection.”

She smiled, feeling her breasts tingle in
remembrance of his touch. “You are to me.”

The silence unsettled her. Had she been too
blunt?

“There's no need for flattery.” He dragged
his fingertips down her back and over her buttocks, evoking thrilling shivers.

“I meant it.”

“What are you supposed to call me, Kayla?”

“Sir.”

“Remember that. So you find me pleasing to
look at?”

She smiled, noticing the apparent pleasure in
his tone.
“Yes, Sir.”

“Even though I'm old enough to be your
father?”

She stiffened when he split her butt cheeks
open. Oh lord, must he look at her there? What was there to see? “I don't mind,
Sir. I think you're handsome and distinguished. You look better than a lot of
young men. Younger I mean.”

He snickered. “You're not a gold-digger, are
you? If you are, you're in for a disappointment. I'm middle class. Hmm, on
second thought, maybe I should have waited until after we screwed to tell you
that,” he joked.

Kayla fought the excited grin as nervous
butterflies flapped like little psychos in her stomach. Did he actually want
her as much as she wanted him?

“Has anyone ever been up your ass?”

A startled gasp tore from her throat, and she
came up on her toes when his finger breached her anus and slowly forged inside.

“I'll take that as a no. How many men have
you had sex with?”

Her pussy pounded almost as violently as her
beating heart. At his age he'd have no interest in an innocent, but how much
experience did he want her to have?
A handful of men?
A passel of flings?

“Don't think about it, just answer honestly.”

“Five.” She waited with bated breath for his
response.

His finger slipped from her butt, and he
walked back around to the front of her. His hands caressed her hips as he
studied her body in silence.

She watched his hands, feeling awakened by
his touch and aroused by the sight of masculine hands running over her
untouched body.

Her eyes lifted with subtlety to take in the
aged perfection of his features. His narrow face bore the lines of a life lived
to the fullest. Whether he'd lived to the fullest for positive or negative was
up for debate.

His gorgeous sapphire blue eyes were framed
by crow's feet at the edges of his lids, and he had bags beneath his droopy
eyes that gave him a sad, contemplative look. Those same lost puppy eyes could
run cold and give him an austere complexion just as easily. She rarely saw him
smile. Stern or reflective seemed to be his primary masks.

His salt & pepper five o' clock shadow
called wordlessly to her itching fingers. It looked coarse yet soft. Would he
let her touch him?

His nutmeg colored hair had vivid signs of
gray in it, but it gave him a distinguished, sexy look. She'd seen his
scrapbook when he wasn't around. He'd looked average in those pictures of his
youth, but now that time had worked its magic on him he reeked of
sophistication and sex appeal.

However, all trace of class that was evident
in his appearance was betrayed by his sometimes crude speech. She liked it,
though. His ribald comments reminded her of an older version of Jake Langley,
the middle Langley brother back home in Kentucky.

Kayla tensed when Hugh knelt as best as he
could with his injured leg and smoothed his hands up and down her thighs.

“Any health problems I should know about?”

“No, Sir.” Thank goodness he didn't press for
more details about her sexual history.

“You're awfully skittish for someone with
experience. Has it been a while since you took a tumble with anyone?”

She tried to relax.
“Yes,
Sir.”

Her eyes widened, and her breath caught when
he cupped her crotch and held his hand there. She felt his eyes burn a trail up
her torso to her face that she kept straight ahead. She hoped against all odds
that she wasn't blushing, but her warm cheeks told her otherwise.

He used the couch as leverage and pushed
himself to his feet again.
“How long?”

“I can't remember.” Crap, was he onto her?

“Try.”

“Um...”

Her mouth fell open when his finger found her
entrance and pushed gently into her vagina, propelled by her slickness.

“You act like it's been years since anyone
touched you like this. You're not a virgin, are you? I don't do those,
remember?”

She donned her bedroom eyes and softened her
shaky voice to a confident purr. “I haven't been a virgin for a long time.”

A naughty half smile curved his lips, and he
watched her closely as he added a second finger to her virgin tightness. She
flinched, trying not to make faces at the pain.

“How many fingers can you take?”

Oh God, how could she possibly take more? Two
of his fingers stretched her to the point of burning pain.

“Three.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Don't
show off!

Hugh added another finger into her pussy. “It
has
been a while. You're tight as a
virgin.”

“But I'm not a virgin,” she said quickly,
biting her bottom lip against the painful stretch.

He gave her a suspicious, almost knowing
look. “I never said you were. That would mean you lied to me. A good submissive
wouldn't lie to her Dominant. Am I right?”

“Yes, Sir.”
She had to look away, trying not to quiver
beneath his scrutiny and the accusing silence that gnawed at her.

He pulled his fingers from her and knelt on
the floor again. “Spread your legs wider.”

She refrained from squirming with
embarrassment as she obeyed.

After a moment of examining her parted folds
closely, he stood, heaving an irritated sigh. “You still have your hymen.”

Her mind raced. What the hell was a hymen?
She tried to hide her nervousness. “What's that?”

He gave her a disapproving glance. “The hymen
is a membrane of skin that generally tears when a woman loses her virginity.
For some it takes a few times, and some women are born without one. Now correct
me if I'm wrong, but unless those five men you screwed were packing Pixie
Sticks for cocks, your hymen should have broken long ago.”

Her eyes fell and watered. She glanced at her
pile of clothes, wanting desperately to cover herself.

He jerked her chin up, triggering one rebel
tear to trickle with rampant defiance down her cheek.

“You lied to me. You're still a virgin.”

“I'm sorry,” she whispered.

He let go of her jaw and grabbed his cane,
walking away from her. “The deal's off. Get going. You're fired.”

“Please don't fire me. I really need this housekeeper
job. I like working for you.” That was an understatement. Hugh fascinated her endlessly,
and the thought of leaving and not seeing him again bothered her. “I'm sorry I
lied, but I need a Dom.”

“You're not ready for one.”

“Then make me ready. Please, I have to do
this.”

He turned to face her again, looking annoyed.
“Why?”

Her eyes welled more. Blinking failed to keep
the unbidden tears at bay. “I have someone back home. I want to be with them,
but the things they need... I want you to train me to be the perfect submissive
for them.”

Hugh lifted a curious brow. “Them?”

“Him,” she said quickly. “I meant him.
Sorry.”

“The cowboy you mentioned before?”

Kayla nodded, unable to refrain from smiling
when she remembered the sweet, hunky catch that was Travis Langley. Someday
she'd go home and be what he needed, but first she must prepare herself, and if
she could land her acting career like she'd come to California to do, well
then, even better. The three Langley men would never be able to resist a famous
star that also had the submissive qualities they seemed to want in a woman.

Hugh tapped his finger against the handle of
his cane. “If—and it's a big if—if I train you as my submissive, we play by my
rules. No more lies. I want to know where you are at all times, and you're
coming here to live with me.”

Her heart pattered with enthusiasm in her chest.
“Yes, Sir.
Thank you so much.”

She reached for her clothes, bringing her
hands to her side again when he made an “
ub
bub
ba
”
noise.

“Not so fast. I didn't tell you to dress yet.
How old are you?”

“Twenty-two ... Sir.”

He scowled. “Twenty-two and you didn't know
what a hymen was. Were you brought up in a cave?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He smirked at this. “Explain yourself. Even
if you were sheltered, your little friends in high school should have talked
about it.”

“I was home-schooled for my high school years.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Of
course you were. Daddy probably fought off all the boys who happened to give
you a second glance, didn't he?”

“Yes, Sir, he was overprotective of me. He
told me some things, but my tutor didn’t really get into any of that. It was
more the academic stuff.”

“Where are you from?”

“Kentucky ... Sir.”

Hugh blinked at this.
“Small
world.”

“You used to live there?”

“Yes, it was a long time ago. What are you
doing out here?”

“I came to L.A. to get famous.”

He smirked. “How is that working for you?”

She frowned.
“Not great so
far.”

“How long have you been out here?”

“Almost four years.”

“Been on any dates?”

“A few.”

“Then why didn't you do the dirty deed with
any of them?”

God, she felt so naked. Why wouldn't he let
her dress? When she peeked up at him and found his eyes scanning her head to
toe, she got her answer. “I wanted to save myself for them ... I mean him.”

“Your Kentucky cowboy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

His expression became softer, sympathetic
almost. “If he wants you to be someone you're not, why change yourself and hold
out on having fun for someone who isn't worthy of you? Only an idiot would be
so stupid. Are you an idiot, Kayla?”

“No, Sir. He doesn't know I'm doing this. He
turned me down because I was only eighteen at the time, but I know it's more
than that. He and his brothers are into the whole BDSM thing.”

Hugh looked amused as he stared into her now
raised eyes. “What do his brothers have to do with anything?”

Crappers!
She'd said too much. Warmth swept over her
face and chest.
“Nothing.
I just meant he does it,
too. I guess that detail about his brothers wasn't important.”

“It sounds to me like you've got a little
thing for all of them.”

Panic sliced through her. “Can't a girl be
attracted to more than one man without being viewed as a skank?”

“Watch yourself.” He kept his piercing gaze
pinned to hers. “No need to get touchy. It was just an observation. I have a
way with people.”

She smiled. “You told me you hate people.”

He looked amused. “I didn't say I liked them.
I'm just good at reading them. You can get dressed now.” He rolled his eyes and
shook his head. “Now who's the idiot? A body like that should never be covered
up.”

“Thank you.” She felt beautiful beneath his
lurid gaze, though the keen sense of vulnerability lingered with her.

“I recant. Stay naked.”

Her cheeks burned, and she toyed with the
idea of defying him to escape humiliation. Her clothes were right there. What was
he going to do—chase her with his cane?

“Don't even think about it,” he warned,
giving her a playful glare. “You can make us dinner while I figure out where to
start with you and draw up the paperwork.”