Green Broke Woman (21 page)

She hesitated before answering. “Whenever
Beck or Slade would touch me, I would slip away mentally and think about other
things, anything but them. One of Beck’s friends, Bruce … was different. He
wouldn’t let me withdraw.”

“Did he make you come?”

Tears slipped down her cheeks. “I didn't want
to.”

Keith gently brushed a strand of hair back
from her face. “It's not your fault.”

She moved in and clung to him, vaguely
feeling bad for soaking his shirt with her bitter tears. “He always wore a mask
or took me in the dark so I couldn't see his face. He said that when the time
was right, he would help me escape or try to talk Beck into letting me go.”

“If Bruce was legit, he wouldn’t have taken
advantage of you.”

“I know. I didn’t believe him at first, but
he was so nice to me, I almost believed him. One time when I did something to
make Beck mad, he had Bruce punish me instead of Slade.” Her throat tightened
and ached at the memory. “I was so torn and confused when Bruce hurt me. It
wasn't like when Slade hurt me. It didn't feel like abuse. It felt like
betrayal. Bruce was the closest thing I had to a friend, and he turned on me.”

Her eyes burned, but she felt safe when Keith
hugged her tighter.

“I couldn't handle it, so I convinced myself
that I deserved to be beaten. That way I was in the wrong and Bruce was just
disciplining me, and I could still pretend he wasn’t as bad as them.” The
floodgates opened. “Afterward when he took advantage of me, I felt … so stupid
for having believed that he was somehow different, that he had a soul. He spoke
so tenderly whenever he touched me, but that time he kept calling me a slut. He
said it almost in a caring way, but his eyes...”

She cried harder and melted deeper into
Keith’s comforting embrace.

“He knew exactly what he was doing to me. I
wish so much that he had just been rough and cruel to me like the others, but
he…” She coughed, trying to fend off hysteria. “He always kissed me and made me
co…” She shut her mouth in shame. “With the others I went numb, but with Bruce
I hurt so badly inside because he made me feel, and I didn’t want to. His voice
said he cared, but his eyes said he knew he was ruining intimacy for me. I
really think that’s why he did it. He wanted to control me from the inside out.
He didn’t just get inside my body. He got inside my head.”

Keith held her tighter and kissed the top of
her head like she was a precious, misused treasure.

“That’s why I’m afraid of the dark,” she
whispered.

“I’m so sorry.” His strained hush in her hair
sounded like he might break. “You’re home now, baby. No one is ever
gonna
hurt you again. I swear it.”

Kayla slowly pulled back and sniffled. “Thank
you.”

“Thank you for telling me.”

She nodded and dabbed her cheeks with the
tissue he gave her. When her eyes were no longer blurred with moisture, she noticed
the room they were in. The walls consisted entirely of mirrors in an
all-encompassing circle. There were vines and tree branches separating the
different mirrors, probably fake, but they looked real. The stone floor was
littered with pink rose petals. No wonder she'd smelled roses when she walked
into the room.

A bed with a white canopy over it was in the
center of the room, adorned with a black satin comforter and several silver
decorative pillows.

“This is beautiful.”

Keith sounded pleased. “I'm glad you like it.
We put different things on the floor in here during the different seasons. In
spring and summer it's various types of flowers. In the fall we throw fallen
leaves in here, and in winter sometimes we'll dump a bunch of snow in here and
pine boughs.”

She raised an eyebrow, grinning at this.
“Snow indoors?”

His charming smile made her belly flip flop.
“Yeah, that's why there's a drain for when it melts.”

“This room is exquisite. I love it. I see
what you meant by surrounded.”

His expression turned serious, though he
remained tender. “I wanted all the mirrors so you could see me if we had sex
tonight.”

Her heart stuttered in her chest.

“But we don't have to if—”

“Please.” She grappled for his hands, feeling
somehow bold despite her anxiety. “I want to feel again. I want to feel
something besides pain and fear. I need you to heal me. Please. I'll try not to
freak out.”

His countenance glowed with satisfaction.
“Walk up to the mirror and press the front of your body against it. I'm going
to fuck you ... from behind.”

She gulped nervously and nodded. “Okay.”

He took hold of her chin and scolded her
gently with his penetrating blue eyes. “How should you respond to a Dom in his
club, Kayla?”

Her heart pounded with excitement and
thrilling nervousness when she realized the magnitude of her situation. She was
alone in a BDSM club with a Dom. Her pussy flooded with molten heat, and her
breasts swelled, beckoning for his expert touch.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Give me your glasses so they don't break
against the mirror.”

She took them off and handed them to him,
wondering why he folded his arms expectantly. Then she figured it out.
“Yes, Sir.”

The words sent heat pooling in her stomach as
she walked on jelly legs over to one of the mirrors and pressed her body up
against it. He came up behind her and ran a steady hand over her back. If she
peeked up or over at another mirror, she could see that it was him behind her.

“I'll win your trust, little bird, and you'll
never fly away again,” he murmured as he undid her pants.

She swallowed, trembling with anticipation as
he lowered the jeans and underwear down her legs until they puddled around her
ankles. The sound of ripping foil filled her ears. She peeked up to verify his
reflection in the mirror when she heard the sound of a zipper dividing.

His jeans and underwear came down, and the
squeak of rubber alerted her to the condom being sheathed on his shaft. A
second later a firm hand pressed onto her back, smashing her against the cold,
hard mirror as he moved into place. The rubber crown rooted through her moist
folds until it sank into her hot pussy slowly.

****

Keith inched into her, resisting the urge to
go banzai in there. Her hot, soft flesh parted for his aching cock as he slowly
forged into her sopping cunt. Man, she was tight. Her titillated whimper made
him feel good. She might be nervous, but she wanted this, wanted him.

He nudged farther, caressing her belly to
distract her from the deep tunneling of his generous length. Inch by inch he
pushed until he bottomed out inside of her. She cried out softly, struggling to
adjust.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, you're just really long.”

“I can start shallow if you need me to.”

She reached behind her to touch his hip,
making his heart thump with pleasure. “I'll be fine.”

He slowly began to piston in her warm, snug
pussy. She felt tight and slippery as her tender flesh stretched around him,
accepting his primal intentions. The condom dulled the sensations to a degree,
but her cunt fit him so well he almost didn't notice. She felt like a glove
made just for him.

Then he remembered the thinner condoms in his
wallet. She would probably get a big kick out of those glow-in-the-dark ones.

He stopped thrusting and massaged the tension
out of her shoulders. She seemed aroused, though a little uncertain. Would she
really be capable of trusting him with the lights off when she was nervous
about him taking her from behind? The fun condoms might be a good incentive,
but the plan was only worth it if the attempt didn't traumatize her.

“Baby, I want to try something with you.”

“What is it?” She endeavored to steal a
glance at him as best as she could while being pinned between the mirror and
his body.

“I have some glow-in-the-dark condoms in my
wallet. I think you'd like them, but we'd have to turn off the lights.” He felt
her muscles tense beneath his kneading fingers. “I won't touch you.”

Keith pulled out of her and then discarded the
slick condom in the wastebasket. He walked over to the bureau and pulled out
some silken ties.

“You can bind my wrists with these while you
ride me.”

She turned to watch him, and her pretty lips
bulged while her tongue ran amok in her mouth with a look of consideration.
“You're a strong man, Keith. You could break those. What if they come off?”

“I won't touch you,” he promised. “Do you
trust me?”

Her lips eased into a fond smile. “Yeah, I
trust you.”

He whipped his shirt off over his head and
tossed it aside, pleased by the slight flush in her cheeks. She resembled a love-struck
teenager waiting for the autograph of the lead singer in her favorite band.

“Take your clothes off and get into bed.” How
many times had he fantasized about saying that to her?

Her eyes glazed with desire, though she
hesitated. Ordinarily he wouldn't allow for a long, defiant pause like that,
but she was new to this and understandably nervous.

“Why do you want me naked if you won't be
able to see me or touch me?”

“Just knowing you won't be wearing anything
will make me hotter.”

She offered him a coy smile. “Can you turn
off the light first?”

“No, Kayla. Take your top and bra off like I
told you to.” His tone was gentle, but he added a trace of jurisdiction he knew
she'd recognize.

Slowly she gripped the hem of her shirt and
pulled it off over her head.

“Look at me,” he uttered gently, feeling his
loins heat when her smoldering hazel eyes met his. “Now take your bra off.”

Kayla held his gaze while she unclasped her
bra and bared her breasts to him. He didn't miss the rise of pink in her cheeks
and to a lesser extent, her chest. He kept her trapped in his stare for a long
moment as his eyes fucked hers before his gaze drifted to devour her bountiful
tits.

He tore open the packet and held the condom
up to the light. When he felt ready, he tossed her the condom and the silken
ties. “Now get into bed.”

She waddled backward awkwardly as she inched
her way to the large bed, looking absolutely adorable.

“Kayla, what are you doing?”

She grimaced. “I don't want you to see my
butt.”

“I'm going to see it.”

“It'll be too dark.”

“Turn around and show me that lush ass. Now,
sub.”

She blinked at him, and her eyes widened.
Swallowing, she gradually twirled to expose her delectable ass to him.

“Beautiful. Now get into bed.”

She seemed eager to sit on her ass as a
method of evasion. He'd have to cure her of her ridiculous lack of self-esteem.
She was a breathtaking woman, and she must know it.

He flipped the light off and then walked
cautiously back to the bed. He turned so his back was to the bed from what he
could tell of the material brushing his bare legs. “Bind my hands, Kayla.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Her soft, delicate hands on him felt sublime
as she tied him with the laughably weak bindings. He could easily break free of
them, but he'd never go back on his word. He wouldn't touch her this time.

He climbed onto the bed and plopped onto his
back. “Go ahead and put the condom on me.”

Kayla sounded giddy in the dark. “Oh, wow. I
love it.”

He grinned when he saw the glowing green tube
floating in the air as she fumbled in the blackness for his erection. Little
fingers gripped his shaft and slowly rolled the incandescent condom over his
stiff penis.

“Thank you for letting me
tie
you up. I didn't realize
Doms
ever did that.”

“I've never let anyone tie me up.” He wished
he could make out her face in the dark.

“You haven't?”

“No. You're the only one I've ever allowed
to.”

She sounded astonished. “But I don't
understand. I thought being a Dom was all about control.”

“It is about control, but it's so much more
than that. It's a relationship, Kayla, and part of that is being what the other
person needs. Rest assured I'll be doing plenty of tying you up and giving you
orders, but for tonight I know you need to feel like you're in control.”

Her voice changed to a vulnerable hush.
“Thank you.”

“You're welcome.” He grinned, waiting for her
move. “Are you
gonna
mount me or what?”

Her cute little giggle touched him.
“Yes, Sir.”

Keith watched and felt his neon green cock
being moved toward her warm, wet cunt. He was so ready for this. The inviting
heat of her pussy swallowed every last increment of his pounding dick, though
it took a while to get settled again. If she'd told him she was still a virgin,
he might have believed her with such a snug grip on his length.