Green Broke Woman (20 page)

Keith snapped free of the shadowy clutches
gripping him and gave her his attention. “Yeah, he left the ranch to Travis and
the club to Jake.”

“What did he leave you and Miranda?”

His face twisted with misery when she
mentioned his sister's name. The look was so brief, Kayla wondered if she
imagined it.

“He left us some money, and me this ring.” He
extended his fisted hand, showing her the silver dragon that clung to the ring
circling his finger.

“Oh, that's nice looking.”

“Yeah, not too shabby.
Would you like to see some more of the
club?”

She beamed at this, hoping she didn't sound
too eager. “Please. What's upstairs?”

“The private rooms and also the bedrooms
Jason and Armand sleep in.”

“Jason Adkins, the jerk that took Miranda's
virginity and dumped her?”

A familiar voice broke in, coming from the
stairs.
“The same one.”

Kayla gasped, flushing with warm
embarrassment when she saw Jason Adkins coming down the stairs. “I didn't
necessarily mean that in a bad way.”

He smirked, seeming amused with a potential
trace of regret. “No hard feelings. We all make mistakes.”

Was he referring to hers or his?

He turned his attention to Keith. “I thought
I heard someone pull up.
You here to show her a tour or the
good stuff?”

She blushed, and Keith grinned, tossing a
perverted wink down at her. “We'll see what happens.”

Jason smiled big, and Kayla tried to force
herself to smile politely. Sure he was hotter than the earth's core with his
rugged face, his chiseled muscles, and his bad-ass tattoos and piercings, but
he was still the jerk who’d slept with Miranda Langley and then broken up with
her. He’d run off to some prestigious college without any explanation as to his
reasons for leaving. Miranda had been ripped to pieces over the whole thing.

Jason's expression turned sour with a
different emotion Kayla couldn't identify.
“Any word from New
Orleans?”

Keith got that haunted look again and shook
his head with downcast eyes and a softly murmured “No.”

Jason glanced down, seeming tense and
immensely distressed. “Armand went down there last week. He should be back this
weekend.
Nothing new to report.”

Keith cleared his throat, and Kayla thought
she saw him sideways nod with a slight jerk of his head in her direction.

Jason shut his trap and put on a convincing
smile. “Well, enjoy yourselves. Do you want me to lock up on your way out?”

“I'll lock up.” Keith put an arm around Kayla
and led her through the double doors as Jason headed back upstairs, presumably
to bed.

What the heck had that been about? What
didn't Keith want her to know?

The large room beyond the double doors took
her breath away. It was huge with wine colored walls and a dance floor on one
end of the room, complete with a stage, and a glittery jazz ball hanging from
the ceiling.

In the middle of the room against the wall
was a C-shaped bar with dark, polished wood and black bar stools. The long,
rectangular mirror on the back wall behind the bar made the already large room
seem bigger still. Bottles of booze and fruity liqueurs gleamed enticingly on
the shelves near the oversized mirror. The dim light made the bottled spirits
glint with untold promises of sin if one would only taste and surrender.

The bar overlooked a cozy lounge area with
what looked to be trendy, comfy couches with plush pillows, and coffee tables
with magazines.

On the left end of the great room was what she
surmised to be a play area—a very open and rather public play area. Spanking
horses and benches taunted her with mental images of bondage and well-deserved
spankings while St. Andrew's crosses and stockades rubbed the clit of her
curiosity with its stroking suggestions.

There were all sorts of instruments for
impact play and bondage placed here and there and a varied assortment of other
goodies to tempt anyone who walked within these walls.

“Can anyone come here?” she asked.

“No. It's members only.”

“What's down that hall?”

“The dungeon.”

She pointed to the other hall on the opposite
side of the bar. “What about that one?”

“There's another play area at the far end of
that hall and a balcony where people can watch from. There are also some rooms
down there with different themes to them.”

A spark ignited its virgin heat in the pit of
her stomach, slowly growing stronger the more she witnessed and listened. They
were the only ones here right now, aside from Jason being upstairs. She could
just imagine how sexually charged the place must be when it was open—all those
members sweating and panting in ecstasy, all the moans and screams of hunger
and pain.

She squeezed her thighs together, trying to
get her damned panties out of her drenched slit. Her pussy seemed intent on
gobbling them up to make up for the cock that wasn't currently shoved up there.

“You feeling all right, Kayla?”
Keith teased, throwing her a saucy wink.

The
smug twit.

“I'm just fine. How are you?”

“Horny.”

Her pussy
gushed
a
fresh coat of cream, coating her panties in more uncomfortable moisture. A
feeble noise came from her as she tried to rid herself of the evidence saturating
her cunt and panties and, she hoped
,
find some way to
stave off the sharp stab of lust that ached in her pussy.

“Well, that's honest of you,” she teased,
offering him a friendly wink of her own.

“A might bit more honest than you're being
with me. You soaked your panties for me, didn't you, baby?”

Fire burned through her cheeks. “I don't know
what you're talking about.”

A cocky grin turned up his sexy lips and
caused nervous tremors of excitement to undulate through her.

“You don't mind if I check, do you?”

Her heart nearly stopped before slamming into
her violently. “You want to stick your hand in my...”

“In your panties, in your pussy, in your
mouth, and your ass.”
He
strode toward her with lazy, confident steps. “There's no place on your body
that I don't want to touch or stick something in.”

Her stomach clenched with arousal. “You want
to stick your fingers in my ears, huh?”

His eyes narrowed at her sarcasm, but he
played the hand he'd been dealt well. “I was thinking my tongue.”

Her nipples tightened, and the areolas crinkled
with unabashed interest. “I see. What's down that hall?”

“That fifties cinema room I told you about.”
He stepped closer and murmured against the skin behind her ear. “Would you like
that, Kayla—my breath blowing in your ear all hot and aroused?”

She shivered at the sublime heat that seared
through her ear canal when he breathed gently into it. He moved his hands
around to cup her full breasts.

“Do you want to feel me breathe hot air all
over these tits after I suck them good and stiff until they ache almost as much
as
your
damp little pussy?”

“Yeah,” she breathed.

Her breasts felt hot and heavy as they
quickly got on board with his explicit suggestion. Her slit moistened
considerably, hurting even more when his right hand journeyed south to see what
was up in her pants. His fingers deftly loosening the button on her jeans gave
her chills before the erotic shivers gave way to a fever pitch. She touched his
hand, and just like that he stopped.

The temptation battling like a crazed warrior
for dominion over her raged ever onward. The feel of his hand, bigger than
hers, the flesh tone slightly darker, and the contours completely masculine,
stoked the fires of lust even hotter than before.

“Travis and Jake wouldn't want me to show you
everything without them, but I can show you one of the theme rooms if you
like,” he murmured softly into her hair.

“Please.”

A blanket of warmth and security covered her
when he breathed a kiss into her hair. His hand slid up under her top to caress
her
pudge
.
Bleh
.
What was wrong with the horny bastard? Why did he want to run his hands over
her there?

She tugged her shirt back down and followed
him down a hall lined with the strategic door here and there. An oak plaque
hung near the door he opened into a darkened room. The plaque read “That One
Room”.

She giggled.
“That One
Room?
Couldn't think of a name for this one, huh?”

He grinned and stood with his back to the
open door. “We never gave it an official name, and we just called it that so it
stuck. Go on in.”

She froze sure the color had likely drained
from her face. “It's dark.”

“I'll turn the light on. Just get in there. I
want you to be surrounded when the light comes on.”

A cold spike of fear impaled her stomach. “Surrounded?”

Bless his sweet, kinky, stupid heart. Did he
actually arrange a surprise orgy for her, thinking it would be the thrill of
the century on her part?

“It's not completely dark. There's a big
skylight.”

Keith extended his well-meaning hand that
wanted to lead her into the evil darkness.
A sweet, damaging prince.
She'd bet he didn't realize how badly it would hurt her.

“Take my hand, Kayla,” he murmured in a tone
that was as much an order as it was a gentle hush.

She felt small and helpless again before a
sense of being loved and protected chased it away. He had the steely blue eyes
of a lover and the commanding tone of a Dominant. He wanted her to obey him
even though she was afraid. He wanted her to trust him more than she feared the
darkness. Could she do that? Trust him, yes, but face the suffocating blackness
with its disgusting sounds of stolen satisfaction and its unseen hands
violating her?

She gulped and reluctantly took his hand,
locking her knees and rooting her feet in place when he took a step into the
room.

He stopped and looked at her for a moment.
“It’s
gonna
be okay. I’m with you.”

Something in his words propelled her forward,
led by his hand into the enveloping darkness.

She probably only stood in the dark for a
second, but it felt like a life sentence. The skylight permitted traces of
light to shine through, but the moonlight was scant tonight, casting shadows in
the center of the room and letting darkness reign supreme everywhere else. She
squeezed Keith's hand lightly.

Her neck crawled with anxiety as he led her
out of the filtered light that seemed to be getting swallowed whole by the
unforgiving blackness. They stepped into the shadows together, but she trusted
him.

“Lean against this, baby.”

Her breasts compressed against a hard surface
that felt strangely like a mirror. The front of him smashed against her
backside, and she felt his hot erection nestling into the small of her back,
separated only by their clothes.

Palms ran soft strokes over her bare arms.
Firm lips imprinted a kiss on her head.

“
Shh
. It's okay.”
His voice lulled her. “I'm going to touch you. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

Keith's hand slipped under her top to fondle
her belly. His fingers trespassed the lacy cups to grope her breasts and tweak
her nipples.

“Trust me,” he whispered as his fingers
loosened her fly for his will.

Kayla gasped and flinched when his hand slid
down into her panties and caressed her bare pussy.

“You're so soft and warm.” His finger wedged
in her slit, and his timbre became husky. “You're wet, Kayla. I knew you wanted
me.”

“So much.”

Building pressure bore down on her. Her cunt
heated, and her groin perspired as he manipulated her swollen clit to his
liking.

He nuzzled her, and she found herself leaning
into his cuddling. “I can feel you starting to shake. Come for me, baby.”

One hand kneaded her breast and the other
massaged her hard little pearl until she convulsed helplessly in his arms. A
fresh coat of cream emitted from her fluttering cunt, coating his finger and
soaking her panties all the more.

He held her as she succumbed to the violent
tremors racking her body, and her channel pulsed and oozed in response. Fingers
directed her chin to the side, and his lips met hers in the dark. His tongue
penetrated her slowly, sliding past her teeth and feeling her tongue with his,
making her
know
him. The kiss was sensual and
romantic.

“Tell me why you’re afraid of the dark,” he said
after turning on the light.