Green Broke Woman (43 page)

“This is what you want?”

“Yes, Master.”

His lips curved into a bemused smile,
accentuating the lines of joy she'd helped time carve around the corners of his
mouth. “I don't recall teaching you to squat in front of me. What do you call
that position, cinnamon?”

She bit her bottom lip and grinned. “I call
it Squatting Frog, Master.”

He snickered before losing himself in a
full-blown laugh. She smiled, feeling her heart warm at the sound. His laugh was
a rare gem indeed, but it was a prize worth obtaining.

The crow's feet that framed the edges of his
eyes were emphasized by the measure of his genuine smile. The sight choked her
up, knowing that he was hers and she was his. She adored being owned by an
extraordinary human being she worshiped.

She felt a tiny stirring in her heart when
she thought of Keith. Could she have this with him, too?

“That’s fine, Kayla.”

Master turned and let out a loud whistle.
Jake looked over and then ignored his uncle and kept talking with someone.

Master Hugh tapped his short fingernails on
the banister. “Ignore me will he? I think not. Hey, Jake! Which Ninja Turtle
were you again? Was it Leonardo? Raphael? Which was it?”

Jake glared at him and excused himself,
marching toward his uncle. “It was Donatello, and why the hell are you
broadcasting private childhood information?”

Jake's pupils dilated when they fell on
Kayla's naked body.

Master smiled wickedly and turned to her.
“When they were little they used to make turtle shells out of cardboard and
duct tape them to their backs. Then they'd tie different colored bandanas with
holes in them for their eyes, so they could pretend they were the Ninja
Turtles.”

Kayla giggled. “Aw, that's so cute. I wish I
could have seen.”

Master winked at her. “I have pictures.”

“No! No pictures,” Jake protested.

“No pictures of what?” Virgil asked as he
came into the entryway followed by Travis and Keith.

“Pictures of the boys playing Ninja Turtles
with boxes for shells and colored bandanas for masks,” Master Hugh said.

A slow, fond smile spread across Keith's
face. “Ah, that.”

Virgil laughed. “I had toy soldiers, but
that's just me.”

Kayla felt her heart swell and her panties
dampen when she looked at the faces of each of her men.
Her
sweethearts and studs.
“Which ones were you guys?”

“I was Leonardo. Keith was Michelangelo,”
Travis replied with a sheepish grin. “Jason Adkins used to come over, and he
would be Raphael.”

“That's adorable. Who was Master Splinter?”

Jake scowled before a slow, vindictive smile
took over his lips. He folded his arms and stared at his uncle. “Yeah, Uncle
Daddy, tell her who Master Splinter was.”

That was the only time Kayla had ever seen
her Master blush. Hugh cleared his throat. “Kayla has something she wants to
tell us.”

“I kind of want to hear more about Master
Splinter,” she teased.

Master gave her a stern, playful glare.
“Kayla.”

“Sorry.” She turned to the other men. “I want
to be Hugh's slave.”

They didn't seem surprised, but their
expressions said they still assimilated the information with care and
seriousness.

“I know you guys only want a sub, but I'm
fine with that.” She glanced at her Master's face. “I really do just want to
love and serve each of you in the way you need me to. I don't care if that's as
a sub, a slave, or vanilla.” She smiled at Virgil before tossing a silent plea
to Keith. “Or if you say you want one thing, but are a little torn over what
you really want. Even if your views change, any of you, it doesn't matter
because I just want to be with you. If you aren't dominant enough for me, I can
just be more submissive.”

“Talking works, too, girl,” Travis said
gently.

“Yes, so much talking,” she agreed. “You all
mean something different to me because each of you was there at a critical time
in my life, being exactly what I needed. Now it's my turn to give back. I want
to be what you need. Yes, I want to be a slave, but I don't care if that's to
one of you, two of you.” She refrained from staring at Keith's loaded gaze
while she spoke.
“Or all of you.”

“I'm not
gonna
bore
you, am I?” Virgil's brow furrowed with concern.

She stepped toward him with a loving smile
and took his hand in hers. “Heavens no, I don't care if you're vanilla, or
strawberry, or whatever. I love you, and you turn me on. Sometimes I just need
hot, sweet vanilla sex. If I just needed one thing, I wouldn't be with five
men.”

Their faces didn't wrinkle with disgust like
she expected. They simply listened to what she had to say.

 
“Virgil is my white knight, my vanilla church
boy.”

Jake smirked. “Might I remind you who helped
me double team that sweet pussy of yours?”

She blushed and squeezed Virgil's hand,
smiling when he kissed hers like a gentleman.

“Travis is my teddy bear Dom.”

Jake burst into laughter.

Travis shot him a warning look. “Don't laugh.
You're next.”

Jake wiped his eye. “Yeah, I know it. Lord
help
me. What nickname do I get?”

Kayla grinned and ran her fingers through
Travis's long hair. “You were my first love. I love that you're a Dom, but
you're tender and nurturing like a husband. You're kinky, but not insane like
Master Hugh.”

The men laughed, and her Master smirked. “I
have a cane, remember? It's calling loudly for your ass as we speak.”

Her anus clenched at the threat, but the cold
tremor that ran through her body lit her veins on fire at being perfectly
subject to him again. She turned back to Travis, feeling her heart stir with
emotion when he kissed her fingertips. “You're kind of strawberry and white
chocolate.
Kinky and sweet, but in a softer, gentler way.”

She turned to Jake, who grinned. “You want to
hold my hand, too?”

“Yes, Sir.”
She took his hand when he stepped forward
after Travis and Virgil moved. “You're my hot bad boy. The reason I get to look
at the other women and say 'Fuck you. I tamed him.'”

They chuckled, but Jake's amusement faded to
a loving smile when she caressed his jaw and lips.

“I always wanted to be the girl that won your
heart. I'm still in awe that you gave it to me.” She sighed when he kissed the
pad of her finger.

“It was always yours. Just took me a while to
figure that out.”

“What flavor is he?” Virgil asked.

Travis got a lopsided grin on his face that
stole her heart as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. “He's right.
You've got to give Jake a flavor, too.”

She thought for a moment. “Okay, you're like
milk chocolate.
Still kind of sweet, but darker than Travis.”

“Did you just pull that out of your ass on
the spot?” Jake teased.

She giggled. “No, no. I spent hours coming up
with that.”

“Uh-huh. Sure you did.” He arched a brow at
her before a lazy smile settled over his lips. “What is Keith? Get over here,
clown.”

Keith rolled his eyes with a chuckle. “Will
you quit calling everybody clowns? Shove off.”

Jake moved, and Keith took Kayla's hand.

“Christen me, sub.”

She smiled and drew in a shaky, uneven
breath. “I always saw you as my guardian angel. You carried me through a lot of
bad times and protected me, but you were always so tortured. I wanted to be
your savior like you were mine.”

He blinked, seeming moved by her words. His
eyes shimmered with emotion, though he fought to keep a poker face.

“You're like really dark chocolate. You're a
little sweet, but there's bitterness to you. You think getting rid of your
darkness will make you sweeter, somehow more desirable or worthy, but it's the
bitterness that shaped you into what you are. Sugar is sweet, but it's in the
darkness that your purity is tested.” Kayla caressed his cheek, forgetting
anyone else was in the room.

Keith's eyes spoke the thousand words his
mouth refused to say.

“Sometimes I really need something sweet to
make me feel good and comfort me, but sometimes darker is healthier. Sometimes
I just need someone to give it to me straight, or get dark and controlling with
me. I may crave things I shouldn't, but you're good for me, and I'll always
come back to you, always want you.” She drew near his face and nuzzled him,
whispering in his ear. “Never hold back with me, even if you think the darkness
will scare me. I'm a tough little bird because you made me that way.”

He looked touched and defensive when she
pulled back. “What is Uncle Hugh?”

She understood the walls Keith erected.
People were around, but she wished she could get through to him, make him stop
hating himself and realize how much she adored him. “Master Hugh is one hundred
percent cocoa.”

The men laughed, and Hugh eyed her with faux
criticism, the faint smile creasing the corners of his mouth and giving him
away.

Keith wore a smile she knew was forced. His
eyes still swam with depth in remembrance of her words.

“Pure cocoa doesn't have any sugar in it,
just straight dark and bitter. I love it.”

Jake laughed. “You hear that, Uncle Daddy?
That's her polite way of saying you're an ass.”

Master Hugh shook his head with a slightly
wider smile. “Watch yourself. Go out into the public play area and make sure
there's a free sawhorse bench. Make sure it's clean. When she's with you boys
she'll wear your collar, and when she's with me she'll wear mine.”

Virgil shrugged. “Why not just get her one of
them fancy permanent ones from all of you?”

“We will once her training is complete and her
contract signed,” Hugh informed him.

Her ears perked with interest. “I'm going to
sign a contract again?”

“I think it's best to signify our commitment
to you and yours to us. The collar does that, too, but I want a contract signed
and dated as well. It's no different from wearing a wedding ring or signing a
marriage contract.”

“Oh. I didn't think of it that way.” When the
others had gone out into the main area, she tugged on her Master's arm. “You're
my Master, Hugh. You made me a woman and trained me. I know you're the most
cynical of the bunch, but you're dark and pure—”

“Don't get all sappy on me before I cane
you.” He rolled his eyes with a humored little smile. “I know you love me. I
don't need a flavor or an analogy.”

Kayla grappled for his hand, so overwhelmed
with feelings she thought she might burst. “But do you know how much I love
you?
How truly, madly, and deeply?”

His aged features softened as he ran his
weathered fingers through her long, wavy cinnamon curls. “I think I do. It's
almost as much as I love you.”

She shook her head, kissing his fingertips.
“No. I love you more.”

The protest she waited for never came. She
frowned at him in mock offense, and he smiled.

“You twit, you're supposed to say you love me
more.”

He shrugged, expression teasing. “If I say
that, you'll keep arguing with me and we'll never get out there. I've got a
whole night full of plans for you. Starting now you don't speak unless I ask
you a question and until I lift your speech restriction. Do I make myself
clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now, I'm going out there and I expect you to
follow, but in your own time.”

“Yes, Sir.
I mean Master.” She grinned at his
questioning frown. “Sorry. I've just been playing with Travis, Jake, and Keith
lately, so I forgot.”

Master made an exaggerated sound of
disapproval before starting to walk. “Oh, and slave, I love you more.”

Her heart melted at his words and the
love-light shining in his jewel tone eyes. She was about to say she loved him
more when he made an
“
Ub
ba
ba
”
noise. She
glowered at him when she remembered she wasn't allowed to speak. Her Master had
won, the clever twit.

He winked at her devilishly and threw her a
taunting kiss as he walked into the main area.

Kayla grimaced at the crowd she saw beyond
the double doors. She took a deep breath, fumbled with that elusive ally,
courage and walked to her future.

God, there were a lot of people, and many of
them stared ... at her naked body.

Oh God! What's wrong with me?
Why did I agree to do this?

When she saw her men scattered around the
room and Master standing at the bar waiting for her, she remembered to breathe.

That's why.