Green Broke Woman (3 page)

She blinked a few times, squeezing her thighs
together to hide her dampness. “You want me to cook dinner for you ... without
any clothes on?”

“Did I stutter?”

His lack of people skills was laughable, but
she'd heard he was a skilled Dom who treated his subs well and somehow managed
to connect with many of them on a deeper level he had no interest in reaching
with the outside world.

She'd seen in his scrapbook that he'd once
been a prominent Dom at a BDSM club. She would love to ask him about it.
Maybe later on down the road.

“No, Sir. I'll get to it.” She felt like warm
pudding in his hands when he approached and touched her forearm to stop her.

“Remember you have a safe word. Use it if you
need to,” he said. “We’ll take this slow. I don’t want to scare you.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Her pulse raced. “Will you ...
are you going to show me how to please a man?”

His eyes darkened with lust.
“Of course.
You didn't really think I was going to play Good
Samaritan and not get anything out of this, did you?”

She blushed and turned, but he angled her
chin so her focus was on him.

“I won't penetrate you. You can save that for
Colonel Sanders.”

Kayla giggled. “Thanks. How long will you
teach me for?”

“I haven't decided yet. We'll see.”

“If you need to ... if at some point you want
to stick certain things in certain places, I don't mind.”

He grinned and reached out to toy with her
nipple, jaw tightening with hard lust over the way her lips parted. “As
adorable as your Little House on the Prairie coyness is, I want you to put on
your big girl panties and talk like an adult. Tell me what you meant to say,
but say it like a woman, not a shy little girl.”

Her cheeks were inflamed, but she did her
best to look at him while he cradled her jaw and tweaked her nipple. “If you
want to penetrate me, you can.”

He rolled his eyes, looking annoyed. “I'm
glad I have your permission to do what I want, sub, but where am I penetrating
you?
Your nose?”

She smiled bashfully and blushed when he
touched the tip of her nose with his finger. The gesture was strangely sweet
even though he was being sarcastic.
“My vagina.”

“Hmm. Pussy sounds dirtier. Use that word.”

“Okay.”

Hugh stared at her expectantly.

“Pussy.”
Lord, she wanted to get dressed and rinse her face in cold water.

He grinned and pointed to his left ear.
“You'll have to forgive me, I'm practically deaf. It's an age thing. What's
that you say?”

Kayla glowered at him, unable to keep from
smiling through her embarrassment. She knew darned well he could hear just
fine.
The smartass.
“Pussy.”

His gloating smile was oddly charming. “That's
better. Now, what do you want me to stick up your pussy?
A
cucumber?
Toys?”

She licked her lips at the thought of him
using toys on her.
“If you like, Sir.”

He gave her a knowing, dirty look. “But what
did you mean when you said I could penetrate you? Toys are a given.
With this?”

She lost her breath as her hand trembled
against the hard ridge of his length when he guided her hand to his crotch. The
searing heat of the bulge burned through his Levi's.
“Yes,
Sir.”

His eyes closed when she gave it a light
squeeze. Seeing him turned on sent a hot rush of energy through her.

“I thought you wanted to save yourself for
Buffalo Bill.”

She smiled. “I did, but maybe that was my
problem. I'm too innocent. If I knew how to please them, then they'd want me.”

“You said 'them' again.”

Her heart thumped frantically in her chest.
“I meant him.”

Hugh appeared skeptical as he moved her hand
from his groin. “I'll teach you how to be a good sub, but you should lose your
virginity to someone who means something to you. Now turn around and place your
hands on the wall so I can spank you.”

“Okay.” She turned, feeling shy again and put
her hands on the wall. “Why?”

He answered her with the flat of his palm
making its point on her soft ass. The hard smack dragged a startled yelp from
her.

“That's for lying to me about your sexual
experience. You're not going to do it again, are you, cinnamon?”

“Cinnamon?”
She grinned.
“Because of
my hair?
Aw! That's cute.
Ow
!”

The spanking certainly wasn't cute, and it
made her butt jiggle. Damn all this attention to her posterior. She wasn't used
to it. Her breasts were her assets. Why did he focus on her flaws, acting like
they were worth looking at?

“No, Sir. I'll be good.”

“Stop clenching. I want this to hurt.”

“Yes, Sir.”

And boy, it did.

“Five more.
Count them out.”

Kayla flinched, feeling her cheeks heat.
“One.”

She heard the loud slap and jolted at the
force of his hand.

“Two.”

Her butt cheeks stung and grew warm beneath
the spankings. Oh
lord,
her buttocks would probably be
a glowing pink when he was done. How embarrassing to have blushing ass cheeks
like a naughty little girl.

“Three.”

Slap.

“Four.”

Smack.

“Five.”

She winced at the last one, feeling the
lingering sting spread over her sensitized skin. Her inflamed buns prickled
with the strangest sensations of pain and pleasure when his fingertips trailed
over them.

“Does your ass feel hot and sore?” His
seductive timbre made her weak.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want me to stretch your tight asshole
with an anal plug before you go back to Kentucky, so it's nice and ready for
your kinky hillbilly?”

“He's not a hillbilly, but if you think you
should stretch me then go ahead.”

“You need to learn to share your feelings in
a more submissive way,” Hugh told her. “Saying 'go ahead' sounds like you're
giving me permission to breach this ass with a toy. But I don't need your
permission to play with my ass, do I?”

She swallowed, clenching her anus in
apprehension. “No, Sir. Do you really think he'll want to do ... that?”

“What?”

She grimaced, knowing he wanted her to talk
as brazenly about sex as he did.
“Do you think he'll want to ...
you know?”

“I'm not a mind reader, Kayla, and I told you
to talk like an adult. This isn't happy horse country. You're in L.A. now.”

The slur about her home state made her eyes
roll, but fortunately he didn't see it. “Do you think he'll want to have anal
sex with me?”

“You know him better than I do. Not every man
is into that, but a lot of them are.”

She felt her juices trickle down the insides
of her thighs when he twirled one finger in her pubic curls and slowly
penetrated her with another digit.

“Do you know what an orgasm is?”

Kayla rolled her eyes. She wasn't completely
ignorant.
“Yes, Sir.”

“Ever had one?”

“No. I was a little sheltered before I came
here.”

He snorted.
“More than a
little.
Want one?”

Her heart skipped in her chest, and her pussy
dampened. “Please.”

He pulled his finger out of her vagina and
stepped back. “Make dinner first and then I’ll give you one.”

God, what a tease.
She nodded.

“What's my title?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Does this backwoods boy want a sub or a
slave?” Hugh asked.

Her mind skipped back into the past, but she
honestly didn't know. The Langley brothers were dominant in bed from what she'd
heard and they were into BDSM, but how heavily they delved into it remained in
the dark.

“I don't know.”

“Forget what he wants. What do you want?”
Hugh inquired thoughtfully. “Do you want to play kinky in the bedroom and
maintain your independence outside of it, or do you want to be controlled at
all times while having your boundaries respected?”

She wanted to be whatever Travis and the
other two
Langleys
wanted her to be. But what was
that exactly? What if they all needed different things? What then?

“I'm not sure. You can decide for me.”

Hugh got a big smile on his face. “I think I
have my answer. We'll take things slow and see what you are and what you like.
When you go back to Kentucky, you’ll be nice and green broke for your cowboy.”

She smirked. “Green broke?”

“Was that tacky of me?” His sassy tone and
wry smile said he didn’t care, and something about that unapologetic
self-assurance was irresistible to her.

Chapter
One: Open Wounds

Two years later

Los Angeles, California

Kayla returned from the store, greeted by the
seasonal fragrance of stewing pumpkin when she got home.

“Oh good, you’re back.” Hugh smiled when he
saw her and took her bags. “Here. Get frisky with that pumpkin.”

Her eyes widened when she looked over at the
table. She laughed when she saw the pumpkin with a hole cut in the top and an
inserted dildo rising from it, ready to impale her once she straddled it.
“Seriously, you want me to get myself off on a pumpkin?”

He smiled. “I'm making puree from the insides
of another pumpkin. While it cooks I need to be entertained. So get to it,
slave. After that, when this is ready, you can make us a homemade pumpkin pie.”

She made a face as she shed her suede boots, gray
wool skirt, and burgundy turtleneck. She missed the way the leaves changed
colors back home during the fall, but at least today was actually abnormally
cold for Southern California. Fall fashions were always a blast to shop for and
wear, especially all those boots and hoodies.

“Do we have a pre-made pie crust I can use?”
She peeled her nylons, bra, and panties off and then climbed onto the table.

Hugh stirred the stewing pumpkin innards.
“No. I outlawed those, remember?”

Kayla frowned, becoming distracted and
utterly fascinated by the toy he'd made her. It looked like he had cut some
kind of lid on the side of the pumpkin with a hole in it. He'd wedged the dildo
through the hole in the lid, and the base of the toy probably kept it from
popping out of the pumpkin. Would the tempting phallus wiggle while she played
with it?

She patted the solid pumpkin. It hadn't been
scooped clean. He'd probably carved a hole or concavity in the pumpkin directly
beneath the lid closed over it to hold the dildo still while she fucked herself
on it. Brilliant, and pure, wicked fun.

She awkwardly positioned herself over the
orange squash. “But I suck at making pie crusts. They always fall apart and
taste like bland crap when I'm done. It's one of the few things I can't bake.”

“That’s why you're going to learn. I found a
no-fail recipe from off the internet. See, it even says 'no-fail pie crust
recipe’.” He waved a piece of paper at her, but with the way it wiggled and
where he stood, she had no chance of reading the words. “The only way you would
fail with a no-fail pie crust recipe is if you're an idiot. Are you an idiot,
slave?”

Kayla poised the tip of the dildo at her
pussy. Maybe she should make herself wet first.

“There's lubricant on the table,” he informed
her without looking up from the saucepan.

She smiled and used the lube to prime her
folds. Of course her Master had thought of everything. He always did, with one
exception. He still refused to take her virginity. In the beginning she'd
understood and somewhat agreed that she should hold out, but over time she'd
depressed
herself
with the thought that the
Langleys
were probably married by now.

Besides, Hugh Randall was her Master. If
anyone deserved her virginity it was him.

“I'm still waiting to find out whether or not
you're an idiot,” he reminded her facetiously.

“No, Master. I'm not an idiot.”

She grinned and pushed down on the dildo,
wincing at the way it stretched her. This fake phallus was bigger than the one
he normally used on her. Was he preparing her for his cock? God, she hoped so,
but she was leaving him to go to her new job next week. The thought depressed
her whenever it crossed her mind, but they both knew this had only been
temporary. He'd trained her to be submissive, and now he was letting her go.