Green Broke Woman (46 page)

“Just a minute.”
He zipped and buttoned his pants before he
let go of her. “Now go ahead.”

Jake grinned. “What's going on under there?”

“Nothing that's up for discussion.”

Jake smirked and slipped the ring onto her
left ring finger.

“Oh my God, it's breathtaking. I love it.”

The pure light purple amethysts shimmered
with brilliance against the white-gold band. There were five little oval
amethysts in a row on the ring.

Her heart smiled. “Are the five stones
supposed to represent my five men?”

Travis nodded with a loving smile when he
looked at her.

“The biggest one is me,” Jake joked.

The men snickered.

Master Hugh rolled his eyes, lips forming a
crooked smile. “Jake, you dummy, they're all the same size.”

Kayla giggled, absorbing the priceless
brilliance of her engagement ring. “Thank you, guys. It's so beautiful. I love
it.”

“So during what month do you
perverts
plan on making an honest woman out of Kayla?”
Master teased, winking at her.

“You're one to talk,” Travis, Keith, and
Virgil pointed out.

Jake grinned.
“Said the
saint who went all hanky
panky
with her under a
blanket.”

“You have no proof,” Hugh teased.

She wiped away the stray tear that wiggled
down her face. “It's my birthstone, too. You remembered.”

Travis nodded, moving closer to wipe away her
other tear. He used his body to hip-check kneeling Jake aside.

“I see how it is, man.”

Travis patted his head in faux condescension
before kissing Kayla's hand. “I remembered you telling me on that summer day
when you were seventeen that if you got engaged to anybody, you wanted an
amethyst ring because it's your birthstone.”

She closed her eyes and kissed his hand in
return while he weaved his fingers through her hair.

“I remember you went on and on about it,” he
teased.

She smiled. “Yeah, I wasn't exactly subtle
about who I wanted my future husband to be, was I?”

He shook his head with a cute, lopsided grin.
“Yeah, not so much.”

Kayla took turns hugging and kissing her
lovers and fiancés. She didn't have to worry about daydreaming or waking up
from a nocturnal dream and having reality dash her false hope any longer. This
moment with them was real. She would share her life with all five of the men
she loved. They were really hers, and she was theirs.

****

Keith sat on a bench outside in the dark,
reflecting in the solitude. He looked up when he saw the love of his life
walking toward him with a lovely smile on her face. The little cutie wore khaki
shorts, white flip flops, and a white tank top with little pastel and red
flowers on it. Her long hair was swept back in a curly ponytail. Her nerdy
black glasses made her look sexy and adorable.

“What are you doing out here all by
yourself?” Kayla asked. “Are you in a broody mood?”

He shook his head and gave her a lazy smile.
“Just relaxing.
You're welcome to join me.”

She probably had no idea how content the mere
sight of her made him. She filled him with a sense of completion that gave him
peace of mind.

“Thanks.” She didn't join him on the bench.
The ring on her finger glimmered like magic in the silver-blue beams of
moonlight. “I can't stop looking at it. I feel like a princess.”

He smiled and took her hand, pulling her
closer with a gentle tug. “You should feel pampered. You're our princess.”

“You're my prince.”

She matched her small hand to his big one and
interlaced her fingers with his before gazing into his eyes with the sweetest
look of affection he'd ever known. He watched her lower to her knees,
triggering awareness from deep within. It was as though her submissive position
and pleading eyes had flipped a dominant switch inside him.

“I want you to be my Master, Keith,” she
whispered.

A different switch was flipped. This one
seemed to lower the portcullis that guarded his instincts whenever she was
around. “You have Hugh for your Master. You don't need me.”

She clutched his hand to the valley between
her bountiful breasts, probably unaware of what the action did to his libido.
“I do need you like that. You don't know this, but even when I was a teenager I
looked to your guidance and waited for your lead. Why do you think I would ask
you which outfit to buy or which flavor of ice cream to get? I trusted you to
choose what you knew I really wanted, but more than that I wanted you to tell
me what to do and then I'd obey to please you.”

Her girlish confession touched him and
brought a smile to his lips. “I didn't know that. I always liked that you
valued my opinion so much. I kind of liked telling you what to do, too.”

“Did it make you feel all manly?” she teased.

He grinned and bestowed a feather-light kiss
on the top of her hand with hooded eyes and a feeling whisper. “It did.”

“Then why won't you have a power exchange
with me? Do you not want me like that? Did I misread the signs?”

He shook his head, fondling her hand with his
thumb. She was so soft, so curvy, and delicate. “I do want you that way. We
just can't.”

Her volume lowered to a sympathetic note. “Is
it because of what happened to Miranda?”

He let the air ease out of his lungs and
nodded, shifting his focus to the smoothness of her hand and his doting finger
loving on her there. “I can't stop hating myself for that.”

Kayla nuzzled his hand with her velvety cheek
while he listened to nearby crickets serenade them with their nocturnal symphony.
She clutched his hand in hers, moving closer so her heavy breasts rested on his
lap. His cock stirred in his jeans, and he offered her a weak, short-lived
smile before sobering.

Kayla's hand smoothed over his arm, her
countenance glowing with adoration and forgiveness in the moonlight. She put
the stars in the heavens to shame with her outer beauty and the inner light
that radiated from her striking hazel eyes.

“Keith, you can't keep beating yourself up
over what happened to your sister. It was terrible, unconscionable even, and
it's completely understandable that you're upset, but that could have just as
easily been Jake or Travis with her.”

“But it wasn't.”

“They forgive you, sweetie, and so would
she.”

If she was still alive.

Kayla shook his hand to get his attention.
“We'll find her, but please don't make me wait until then to have you the way I
need you. If you didn't want me to be your slave as well as your wife, I
wouldn't keep pestering you, but I know better. You need this as much as I do.
Please don't deny us in the name of guilt. You're spotless in my eyes, and you
always will be.”

“That's very sweet of you, baby. I don't
deserve to have you that way. I'm not worthy.”

“Nobody's perfect, Keith. I'm not. Your uncle
and brothers aren't. Virgil's not. No Master in the world is perfect either. If
all of them waited until they were, there wouldn't be any Masters, just a bunch
of really frustrated slaves, like me.”

He smiled. “You have Hugh as your Master.”

“I need you, too. You're all chocolate chips
in my jumbo cookie.”

Keith snickered and shook his head. “Got
another flavor for me, do you, baby?”

She smirked. “Please.”

He fell quiet for a moment, reflecting back
on their past together. “Before Hugh left when I was fourteen, back when we still
thought he was our dad, he gave me this ring. He said it was the ring of a
Master.”

He relaxed his hand so she could raise his
fingers to admire the silver dragon hugging his digit.

“I remember you saying that he gave it to
you, but not the part about it being a Master's ring.”

“Not that you have to wear it to be one. He
just said that because he was a Master and he wore the ring.” Keith stared down
at the clingy dragon. “I guess a seed was planted right then and there. I've
got to admit I always enjoyed taking care of you, spending time with you, and
bossing you around. Miranda never liked taking orders.”

Kayla smirked. “And she wants to belong to
two
Doms
?”

“I know, right? I'm thinking it was just a
bedroom thing with her.” Sadness crept in.

“‘Is’ Keith, not
‘was’.
She's still alive. Please continue.”

He nodded, wading past the crippling sorrow.
“I remember the first time I thought of you in a Master/slave way. I think you
must have been about eighteen at the time, because it was shortly before you
left for California. I remember my shoe was untied, and you knelt to tie it.”

She smiled, nuzzling her cheek against his
hand as he fondled her.

“Seeing you like that on your knees, looking
up at me, wearing some kind of choker did something to me. It was easy to pretend
the choker was a collar and you were kneeling at my feet, worshiping me as your
Master.” He glanced down at his other hand holding hers and moved his left one
to place over top of their joined hands. “I've never had a slave before, never
really wanted to until you.”

“That means a lot,” she murmured, gazing into
his eyes in that special way of hers. “I got really happy when you ran your
fingers through my hair before I got up.”

He grinned and tossed her a wink. “I only
commented on how long your hair had gotten to throw you off track. Truth is I
just wanted to run my fingers through your hair and touch you. We were always
looking for ways to hold your hand, hug you, or touch your face. We had to be
clever about it or your dad would have clobbered us.”

Kayla's teeth gleamed white as her pretty
giggle filled his heart with joy.

“He was really protective.” Her merriment
waned to a sad, far-off gaze. “I miss him.”

“I know. Damned idiot I am for bringing him
up.” Keith rolled his eyes. Would he never stop being an idiot? He didn't want
to hurt this precious woman ever.

“You're not an idiot. I'm glad you brought
him up. I don't want to bury him in the past and pretend he never existed. I
want to honor his memory and cherish the time I had with him.”

He exhaled in relief and patted the bench.
“You don't have to kneel on the ground, you know. There's a perfectly good
bench right here just singing for your hot ass.”

“Thanks, but I think my hot ass needs a break
from sitting for a while.” She frowned. “If my butt looks big it's only because
your uncle gave me these thick sheets that are like cotton balls only in a
different shape. I taped them to the inside of my underwear to keep the
material from rubbing against my sore butt, so if my can resembles a queen ant's
booty, it's not my fault.”

He laughed. “I really hadn't even noticed.”

Her expression turned serious again, silently
beseeching him with her submissive eyes. “Please. Own me.”

He fought everything within him to resist her
when she looked at him like that. “Women like you ought to be illegal. You
break every thread of control I have.” He rolled his eyes. “That probably
wasn't a very
Domly
thing to admit to.”

“It was honest. I appreciate that. Now master
me, cowboy.”

His cock sprang to attention in his pants,
making him groan with satisfaction when she fondled his length through his
jeans.

“I'll deep-throat you if you make me your
slave,” she whispered heatedly.

He put his hand on her wrist, curtailing any
momentum of her stroking fingers. “Don't try to bargain with me like that. If
deep-throating is a hard limit for you, then don't sacrifice your sanity to try
to win me over.”

“It's not a hard limit for me, Keith. I know
I can do it if I have the kind of Master/slave bond with you that I do with
Hugh. I practiced with Hugh a few times and almost got it all the way down
once. My only other experience with it was when Slade tried to shove his cock
down there, but he never made it in all the way because I kept gagging and bit
him.”

Keith snorted. “Well, that's not a convincing
argument, sub.
 
'I bit the last guy who
tried it. Now stick your cock down my throat.'”

She laughed, and he chuckled, heart swelling
with emotion as he watched her. “No, no. It'll be different with you. I swear.”

“Right.”

“Have you ever been deep-throated before?”

“I tried it once, but the girl kept gagging,
so I stopped. Most people have no experience with it in my opinion. The girl I
tried it with had experience, but she said I was too long. It's not a big deal,
although I kind of envy Jake. He's small enough to fit his entire cock into
your mouth. I always wondered what that would feel like to be completely
immersed in your soft, wet throat and mouth.”