Green Broke Woman (4 page)

He'd seemed pretty unhappy about her leaving
as well, but he hadn't
blubbered
his eyes out over it
the way she had while alone in the shower.

“Are you having dirty sexual relations with
the pumpkin yet?” he asked in a saucy tone.

“Master, you're a freak ... with all due
respect.”

Her smile vanished, and a feeble cry slipped
from her as she gradually sank down on the thick dildo. It stretched her
painfully, causing an unpleasant burning sensation, but she wasn't giving up.
Her Master had been generous enough to make her a homemade toy, and she was
going to play with it even if it killed her. Judging by the liberal girth of
the silicone bastard, she guessed she probably would die from it.

Master Hugh turned his attention to her naked
self sinking steadily down on the dildo. “Beautiful. Play with my clit.”

Kayla whimpered when she felt the sensational
zing that resulted from the feather-light touch of her finger on her eager
nubbin. “Yes, Master.”

He watched her in quiet awe for a moment and
a hint of sadness before turning his attention back to the pumpkin puree. “I'll
let you know when you can come.”

She made a protesting squeak at him, and he
grinned like a charismatic ass. She slowed her strokes on her clitoris and rode
the dildo at a gentler pace to keep from coming too soon. Lord, she was ready
now, but of course he wasn't.
Freakin
' twit.

He appeared to wrestle with whether or not to
speak before he finally came out with it. “Let's play a little game. Pretend
you're a sadistic Russian bastard.”

She giggled. “Okay.”

“You escape from jail and no one hears from
you again. Where would you go?”

Was he referring to someone he knew? “What
country am I escaping prison from?”

“America. Keep fucking yourself.”

She moaned and started maneuvering her hips
again. The hard, smooth flesh of the pumpkin was marred only by the lines
garnishing its shell. Otherwise it felt delicious against her bare legs. “I
guess I would go back to Russia.”

“You would think so, wouldn't you?” He paused
for a moment, seeming to ponder something. “Then again, maybe that's too
obvious. But wherever you'd go, you wouldn't stay in the same country and hook
up with an enemy's ex, would you?”

Kayla stopped rubbing and thrusting. “Are we
talking about real life, Master?”

Master's countenance appeared reflective and
shadowed with anger. When his focus shifted to her, his expression changed, and
the light returned to his eyes. “I told you this was a game, Kayla. Here's
another what-if scenario. Suppose decades had passed and you heard a Russian
accent just once, and somehow you knew
,
you just knew
it was the same person.”

“Did you see the man in person?”

He gave her a stern look. “This is a
hypothetical scenario, and you're the person in question, remember? If you
heard that same voice in the background over a phone and were almost positive
it was the same person, what would you do?”

She thought hard and shrugged, pumping her
hips when he gave her one of his Dom looks. “I don't know. I might wonder, but
if I only heard it in the background over the phone, I would have no way of
knowing for sure. I would just assume that the Russian accent had me scarred
because of my history and my baggage caused me to be paranoid.”

Master Hugh drew into himself for a moment
before getting back to the bubbly puree. “You're probably right. You can come
now.”

She rubbed her clit harder and faster and
tried to focus on fucking herself on the toy simultaneously. Her thrusts halted
when she came, mewling in blissful torment when her cunt shuddered around the
fat dildo.

He stood in front of her now, running a manly
hand down her body. “That was fantastic, Kayla. You made your Master proud and
the pumpkin I daresay.”

She giggled breathlessly and petted his dick
through his jeans.

He moaned and pressed into her hand. “Keep
that up and I might break my no-penetration rule.”

Her heart skittered with jubilee, and her
eyes implored him.

“Don't look at me like that. You know we
can't. You didn't train to be the perfect slave for two years to give it all
away now. You saved yourself for your Kentucky homeboy, and you're leaving next
week.”

She unfastened his pants, eyes still pleading
with him. “I don't have to.”

He stopped her hand, wearing a sad expression
that seemed like it took every ounce of willpower to reject her invitation.
“Yes, you do. It will haunt you forever if you don't take a chance on him.
Besides, you're young. You've got dreams. I'll only hold you back.”

She'd heard that last line once before, and
it stung even now. She just might have to smack the next man who used it on
her. She was a grown woman, damn it.

“I need you and your cock.” Kayla worked on
his jeans and made progress before he stopped her again.

“I need you, too. Put it in your mouth.”

“I want it in my pussy,” she whispered.

His eyes lidded briefly, and he took in a deep,
tense breath. “You might regret it when you're older. Your first time should be
special.”

She felt his hand go limp and realized that
he'd quit trying to stop her. She reached into his pants and fondled his
erection through his underwear, touched and aroused by his needy groan.

“Or I might smile at the memory when I'm
older,” she countered, lowering his jeans and underwear to expose the meaty
endowment she sought. “I need you so bad it hurts.”

Her eyes stung, and she realized she was
weeping. Master Hugh must have noticed, too given the way he brushed her tears
away with gentle swipes of his fingers. His breathing turned hard and ragged
when she guided his naked cock to her wet entry.

“Don't you want me, Master?” She whispered
the question as tears trickled down her cheeks. “I understand this was only
temporary, but please. I'm so grateful for everything you taught me. I want to
give this to you. I want you to take it.”

His eyes bore the evidence of giving in,
though he grabbed her hand that held his dick to halt the forward momentum she
was hell-bent on. “If we're going to do this, let's do it right. I want to take
you in bed so you're relaxed and I can prepare you properly.”

Her heart raced with joy, and tears streamed
down her cheeks. She hugged him tight, realizing what a sap she must seem like
to him. When she looked up at him again he cradled her jaw with his fingers and
kissed her slowly, deeply. All her affection and desire was wrapped up in that
kiss.

The heat of his erection sizzled against her
tummy where it teased her skin. He gripped her buttocks and pulled her closer,
deliberately moving his hips forward so his cock smashed against her belly.
Both groaned with elation as their breathing grew shallow and desperate.

She pulled his shirt off over his head while
he kicked off his shoes and socks before stepping out of his jeans and
underwear. He helped her down from the table, and they made out gently on their
way to the bedroom.

She felt strangely nervous when he lay down
on the bed with her. They'd touched and been nude in front of one another
countless times, but this was it. Master was going to take her virginity. She
closed her eyes as he held her in his arms and drew her into another
intoxicating kiss.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked,
looking like he'd go crazy if she backed out now.

“I'm sure,” she breathed, melting into him.

His tongue rolled over Kayla's, stroking and
tangling intimately with hers as he put his hands on her body. His body felt
warm against hers. She held him close, caressing him all over and pretending
he'd never shown this side of himself to anyone else before her. He'd obviously
had sex before they'd gotten together, but the way he looked at her with such
tenderness and touched her with soulful passion made her believe that
internally she'd sent him to a place no one else ever had.

“I'm going to stretch you first,” he murmured
gently.

She shivered with thrilling anticipation as
she watched him kiss a warm, humid trail down her breasts and belly, settling
at the heated place between her legs. Her breath slipped from her when he
garnished her pussy with soft, loving kisses before spreading her labia.

“You're already wet. Maybe I don't even need
to bother licking you.”

Kayla whined in disappointment, relieved to
see his teasing smile. She flinched and moaned beneath his soft tonguing. The
slick muscle lapped through her pussy folds with precision and skill. His
tongue felt hot and moist as it dragged possessively through her slit, not
unlike a washcloth, only much smoother.

She fisted the covers in her hands when his
tempo quickened, becoming more aggressive in its orgasmic pursuit. The balmy
instrument raked through her creamy vulva and dug deep into her cunt, coating
her in his saliva in exchange for the juices she relinquished to his deserving
tongue.

“Please,” she whispered, trying to resist the
gnawing urge to shove her mound in his face and demand release. That would
never fly with him.

When he was good and ready, Master's tongue
made its lascivious way back up through her sex lips to torment her helpless
clitoris. A pleasured cry skated from her lips as he gently licked and slurped
her pulsing clit.

So close. So
freakin
' close.

His enthusiastic growl inflamed her, and he
began to beat ruthlessly at her swollen nubbin with his wonderful, abusive
tongue. Higher and higher the pressure inside her built as the juices of
growing surrender trickled down her legs. Perspiration was probably equally to
blame, but the culprit was irrelevant. All that mattered was the climax taking
its damned sweet time making its way to her.

Master Hugh switched up his method and
started to stimulate first the left side of her clit and then the more
sensitive right side. He grazed the bud with a barely-there touch of his teeth
before resuming the brutal assault of ecstasy with his tongue.

Kayla suddenly remembered she wasn't allowed
to come without his permission.
Crappers!
How could she be expected to fight something this big and strong? Fire
infiltrated her system, and sparks of electricity tingled in her nether region.

“Master, please! It's too much!”

Master's tongue retreated, and he breathed
his response onto her throbbing clitoris with a searing exhale that made her
body crackle with even more sensations.

“Come for me, Kayla.”

“Thank you.”

Kayla barely choked the words out when the
intense orgasm ripped through her and cut her speech short. She let out a
broken cry at the initial slam of nirvana and whimpered her way through the
ripples of pleasure that sizzled through her body. Her back arched as she
succumbed to a final outcry that sounded weaker than its predecessor, and then
she collapsed against the mattress, gasping for air.

Master's Hugh's head came up with a
self-satisfied grin just before he slipped two fingers inside her.

A protesting yet somehow accepting cry wrung
from her throat. She made her body limp and still like a cooked noodle resting
on a dinner plate as his fingers stretched her vagina in preparation. The
thrusting and fondling against the damp heat of her inner walls felt private
and reassuring as tiny ripples vibrated in her cunt. He seemed to enjoy the
fluttering hugs on his fingers as she lay still in the glorious afterglow.

He added a third finger for a bit, filling
and stretching her further. She felt her pussy gradually expanding under his
coaxing. The dull ache had a slight burn to it, but it wasn't unbearable. When
he seemed confident that she was ready, he lay on his back and positioned her
over his lap so she straddled his genitals. She figured he did so to ease the
pain the missionary position might bring his injured leg.

He ripped open a wrapper and handed her a
condom. “Put this on me.”

She took the rubber in her hand and slowly
rolled it over his engorged penis. Suiting his erection up before he penetrated
her felt so bonding and personal. She hadn't imagined being able to feel any
closer to him than she already did, yet somehow this moment brought them even
closer to each other.

She gripped his protected cock by the root
and nuzzled the rubber-clad tip through her sex lips until she found her
unclaimed entrance. This was it. Tonight he would make her a woman.

“Just take it easy,” he told her, giving her
hand an encouraging squeeze. “We'll take as long as you need.”

“Yes, Sir.”
She caught herself when he cocked a
questioning eyebrow. “I meant Master.”

He smiled. “That's better.”

She took a deep breath and gave a slight
push. His broad cockhead poked at her with a daunting tug of discomfort. She
pressed harder, and the crown of his dick inched forward, bringing a slight
edge of pain with it.