Green Broke Woman

by Zoey Marcel

  Then the delightful tip of the cane moved to her pussy. He avoided her clit, but started a gentle prodding on the labia just slightly above her clitoris. The probing touches drove her wild with need. Electric energy filled her body as her clit swelled and pulsed with the urge to explode. Her cunt released a fresh flow of cream, pounding and probably aching with the need to be penetrated, though her ass throbbed too painfully to tell.

  The next touch of the tip sent her over. She choked on a gasp, vaguely aware that she sounded like she was being strangled by someone. Her broken cries emerged into a full-blown scream as intense pleasure that bordered on pain took hold of her.

  The muted sound of distant thunder rumbled in the background. Was it applause? A blanket was thrown over her, and she felt Master's lips on her forehead. Either those were cheers in the background, or a bunch of squirrels and birds had gathered around and started a unique choir.

  The next thing she knew she was on a bed being examined and her sensitized ass attended to by her Master. He rubbed something on it that stung like hell and made her whimper and tear up in agony. The satin bedspread turned the misery into sheer rapture.

  Fucked. Must be fucked.

  He helped her to her feet when he was done and showed her the reflection of her conquered booty in the mirror. Oh lord, what a frightening, beautiful image. Red and purple lines, some thick and others thin graced and crisscrossed her swollen bottom. The flesh was puffy and hot pink like the face of a woman who didn’t understand the concept of too much blush. There were a few light bruises, though nothing like the deep, nasty contusions Slade had beaten into her.

  Marks from her Master that she'd consented to wear. She moaned and sank into his embrace. Her awareness went fuzzy again, and the next thing she knew they were on the balcony outside in the dark, cradled by the soft, romantic light of fancy lamps. He reclined on a bench and held her in his arms, snaking his fingertips up and down her back while he cuddled and rocked her beneath a cozy blanket.

  Through the haze of drugged completion Kayla managed to summon the strength to worm her hand between them and fiddle with his fly. His sexy chuckle said he understood as he freed the button and zipper for her. Hot, rigid flesh was unleashed from its cloth cage, taking her breath away.

  She realized that she was still naked, though he was clothed. His glans rooted through her sopping slit until they arrived at their destination. She pushed her hips down while he pressed against her opening with his cockhead. His controlling hands gripped her hips and applied pressure so her cunt was forced downward and his erection launched upward inside of her.

  She wailed at the red-hot wave of sparks that sizzled in her body, settling like glowing coals where their blood-filled genitals met. She wanted to tongue him into next week, but she couldn't seem to find the strength or the willpower to move. A few easy thrusts of her hips were all her tired body could manage before his fingers tightened against her hipbones and he assumed control of the ride.

  His upward tunneling dug deep into her pussy fucking the knowledge of his cock into her, permanently branding her with his ownership. She snuggled against his chest, smiling and feeling safe and loved when she heard the excited thumping of his heart. The erratic drumming grew faster and faster the harder he worked his penis into her.

  She sobbed with pleasure when he grazed her sensitive clit with the back of his finger, brushing it with dexterity against the tender flesh. The protective hood couldn't hide the bundle of nerves he was determined to awaken. The covering jacket served as an ally, joining his finger in the salacious rubbing on her aroused clit.

  She saw purple and herself as if she were having an out of body experience, watching as well as feeling herself come. She heard his heartbeat, felt only the wild sparks of release exploding like dynamite all throughout her body.

  She envisioned the pleasure as a literal, tangible force she could see. It was colorful and hot, like fireworks shooting off everywhere in her body. She could picture the muscles in her thighs from diagrams and drawings she'd seen of the human body. They clenched and burned as ecstasy racked her body. Her legs were on fire like after a hard run.

  Master grunted, breathing through tormented groans as she milked his cock. She felt him plowing deep inside her, battering her with his erection. His balls ground against her, tight, leathery, and solid. They filled with pressure and semen.

  Fill me, Master.

  He filled her. She felt the muscles in his body tense, his cock changing shape and pulsing as he emptied his drawn-up testicles into her heated depths. His heart raced at the pinnacle, slowly softening as it gradually eased to a normal rhythm along with his spent muscles.

  Her Master.

  He didn't say a word, merely fanned her back and shoulders with his fingertips, making her shiver with awareness of him. His cock remained in her, hard for a while afterward before gradually deflating. His sperm trickled down his flaccid organ, flowing from her wet channel. Cum ran along his balls and her inner thighs. Hot, messy, so dirty.

  “I'm proud of you, Kayla.”

  Her heart swelled with so much joy and love for him it started to hurt. “Thank you, Master.”

  She turned her head when she heard footsteps and saw movement from her peripheral vision. Jason Adkins approached, wearing a Stetson, a gray long-sleeved shirt that buttoned up the front with tight leather pants that looked like dark brown, and suede cowboy boots.

  He handed her a margarita glass filled with a bright pink concoction that resembled her cane-acquainted ass. “One margarita for the lady and water for both of you.”

  He set two glasses of ice water on the small table next to them and tucked the round serving tray under his arm.

  “Thank you ... Raphael,” Kayla teased, biting her bottom lip at Master Hugh's snicker.

  Jason frowned, but the way his lips perked with humor showed his amusement. “You just had to share that, didn't you, Hugh?”

  Master grinned and shook his head. “I just mentioned Jake's turtle status. I never said anything about your involvement. You can thank Travis for that.”

  Jason shook his head, his smile widening. “And he's supposed to be the good one.” He pointed to the tables. “I brought you guys some napkins, too. How you plan on using them is your own business.”

  She blushed, pursing her lips together and averting her eyes. Did he know what they'd been up to? Was he aware that Master Hugh's cock was still partially lodged in her cunt?

  Jason chuckled. “Excellent show, little lady.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” She watched him start to leave before remembering something Miranda Langley had once said to her. “She talked about you even after you guys broke up.”

  Jason froze in his tracks, keeping his back to her for a moment before turning to face her. He had his collected man face on, but his intent interest was unmistakable. “What did she say?”

  “Miranda said she didn't care how big of an asshole you were, she'd love you until the day she died.” Kayla got a sinking feeling when she wondered whether or not the poor woman was even still breathing, but Jason must know how much Miranda loved him. “And she said if there was an afterlife she'd go on loving you forever.”

  Jason's control wavered, and she could almost hear the cry of his soul in the revealing silence. His voice came out soft and fragile, though the threat of tears was absent from his tone. “Thank you.”

  His tortured eyes were a different story. The light from indoors cast a shadow over his face since his back was blanketed in brightness, but when he turned she saw the deeply moved appreciation on his face and the glassy anguish that shimmered in his eyes. He wasn't crying, but his heart obviously was. Kayla realized that Miranda's feelings were obviously still reflected in Jason's soul as well.

  After he left, Master pushed her up slightly, using the napkins to wipe his seed off them. Before he could get his pants closed, Kayla looked over her shoulder to see Travis, Jake, Keith, and Virgil coming.

  Master yanked her
on top of him and pulled the blanket around them more. “Don't get up.”

  Jake's lips wound heavenward in a devilish grin. “Why is that?”

  “Never mind,” Hugh retorted.

  “Are you boys ready?” Travis asked.

  The men nodded.

  Jake stepped forward. “The terms of your submission are negotiable, but not this.”

  Crappers, what does he mean by that?

  He got down on one knee and revealed a little black velvet box that displayed a sparkly ring when opened.

  She gasped, trying to get up and whining when Master held her down against him.

  “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 pa
st 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.”