Green Broke Woman

by Zoey Marcel

He smiled with a mischievous twinkle in his sapphire eyes as he removed his hand from her body, grinning when she whined. “Good. That means you're normal.”

  God, what a tease.

  He scrutinized the page again. “You like BDSM and vanilla, very nice. You left the last question unanswered.”

  She averted her eyes to her heaving bosom when he looked at her.

  “Do you not think of yourself as a submissive, Kayla? Look at me.”

  She raised her eyes to his. “I am.”

  “But you don't want to go there again?”

  “I do, but I'm scared.”

  He set the clipboard down and helped her legs into the stirrups. “What are you afraid of, darlin'?”

  The vulnerability of her splayed legs and the openness of the question rendered her a feeling of exposure. “I'm afraid of disappointing you.”

  “Just me?” He brought his tools closer and secured her legs to the stirrups with binds.

  She gulped nervously. “All of you. I might not be as submissive as you need, or maybe I'll be more so than you want.”

  He looked up at her curiously, almost knowingly. “How do you figure?”

  She shrugged, becoming extra nervous when he tied her arms down to the table. “Travis—”

  “Who's Travis?”

  “Dr. Sir, I...”

  “Your safe word is raspberries. I told you that before we got here. You can use it if you need to.”

  She pushed aside her fear. “I won't disappoint you. If your past subs can handle—”

  “Kayla.” He turned her chin so she looked up at him. “We will never send you away, even if you need to use your safe word. We don't compare you to anyone from our past, and you shouldn't either. There's just no comparison between you and them.”

  Her eyes prickled and stung. “I'm sorry. I'm really trying. It's just been so long, and after Beck and Slade I get scared, but I'll cowgirl up and be tough and perfect like you want.”

  “Don't. I don't want perfection. I want you exactly the way you are. You're perfect for us, but it doesn't mean we expect you to be perfect. When I said that about the comparison thing, I didn't mean the past subs were better than you. You mean more to me and to Jake and Keith than any of the others ever did. That's what I meant, cricket.”

  Her eyes misted. “Thank you.”

  Travis nodded once and got a crooked grin on his face. “Now, little patient, it's time for your doctor to examine your lush body. And I mean that in the most professional of ways.”

  She giggled when he tossed her a wink as he rolled a stool with wheels over to between her open thighs. “Sure you did.”

  He smiled and put a stethoscope to her chest with the ear pieces in his ears. She wasn't sure if it was real or just a very good replica of one.

  “Your heart beat faster when I put my hand on you.”

  It was true. His warm palm rested on her quivering belly, massaging delicate circles into her skin, causing her heart rate to pick up.

  “Are you experiencing any sexual arousal from this?” he asked with a knowing gleam in his naughty eyes.

  She bit her lower lip. “Yes, Dr. Sir. Your hand feels good.”

  “Do you experience more or less arousal when I put my hand here?”

  Kayla moaned softly, feeling her slit leak when his hand slid down over her heated sex. “More.”

  She gasped when his finger skimmed through her slick folds, and he examined the moisture coating his finger.

  “You cream when a hot cowboy touches you. That means you're in your right state of mind,” he teased, throwing her a playful wink. He sucked her cream off his finger, groaning in approval. “You taste good and sweet. You're healthy so far, but I think we'd better keep going to make sure you really are healthy.”

  “Oh God, yes.” She blushed when he grinned.

  “Most people don't like getting physicals. You seem to be enjoying this. Am I going to have to spank you to get you to behave like a good girl while your doctor puts his hands on your body?”

  Her pussy creamed and pulsed. “If you like.”

  He chuckled and set the stethoscope aside. “Don't tempt me, girl. I've got a job to do. Can you feel this?”

  She mewled and pushed into the hands groping her breasts. “Yeah.”

  “I spent years in medical school, busting my ass to give you the best treatment possible. Don't you think you should acknowledge my prestigious title?”

  “Yes, Dr. Sir. It won't happen again.”

  “I didn't think so, and if it does I've got the cure.” His eyebrows wiggled, and he cocked a flirtatious half smile. “Now I think we both agree your vagina needs to be examined. Are you comfortable with the term vagina, or should I say pussy or cunt?”

  Her pussy moistened and hurt with emptiness. The bulge in his jeans seemed to be the answer. She wished he'd tear his clothes off and ram it home inside of her.

  “I'm fine with any of those words ... Dr. Sir.”

  “Can you feel this?”

  She whimpered faintly as pleasure ignited beneath his finger tickling her clitoris. “Yes, Sir. Doctor, I think you should let me come.”

  Travis smirked. “I'm the one coming up with the diagnosis, little patient, not you. You don't know how to fix yourself. That's why you came to see me, because I'm the only one who can give you what you need. Isn't that right, girl?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “Touch me again. I don't think I felt it.”

  He chuckled. “Keep acting that way and I'll diagnose you with hysteria. Do you know how the doctors in the 1800s used to treat female hysteria?”

  “No, Sir.” She writhed as best as she could beneath her restraints as he rolled her sensitive clit in lazy circles.

  “They used to bring the women to orgasm to calm them from that hysteria. Do you have hysteria, Kayla?”

  “Heck yes, I do. Please help me, doctor.”

  He laughed. “Yeah, I figured you'd say that. But first we need to figure out what's wrong with you.”

  “I have a theory.”

  “You don't know beans about your ailment. That's why you're here.”

  “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

  He smirked and slowly pierced a finger up her channel. “You feel hot and wet in here. You want your doctor, don't you?”

  Her pussy flooded and ached, clutching his finger in desperation. “Yes, very much. Please take me.”

  He grinned and slowly fucked her with his digit, seeming to enjoy her raspy moan. “Any aches or pains? Does your pussy ache, little patient?”

  “So much. Please help me.”

  He smiled and withdrew his finger. “I need to take your rectal temperature.”

  “What?” she shrieked, glaring at his wicked grin. “You're not sticking a thermometer up my butt.”

  His eyes taunted her. “Are you using your safe word?”

  “No.”

  “Then guess what I'm doing.”

  She mewled when cool, lube-coated fingers slicked her anus before he gently speared the thermometer up her ass. He pulled it out and read the numbers. “Turkey’s done.” He grinned at the way she blushed. “Your ass is nice and hot. I bet it would feel hot and tight like a baked glove if someone were to stick his cock up there.”

  Her anus nearly imploded with fear, but she felt a delicious thrill that accompanied the spike of dread.

  He shrugged and set the thermometer aside. “Hypothetically, of course. I'm gonna stick a vibrator up you and test your ability to prevent climax.”

  “That's not really fair.”

  “It's medicine.”

  She laughed. “That's a strange form of medicine, doctor.”

  He carefully slipped the egg-shaped vibe up her soaked cunt and turned the toy on. The gentle buzzing hummed lightly against her vaginal walls, creating a calming stir. A loud, tortured moan rolled through her when a lubed butt plug prodded at her anus. She relaxed her muscles and tried not to tense at the larger anal plug he positioned inside
her.

  “Describe your current symptoms. How do you feel right now?” he asked, flipping up the speed on the vibe.

  Kayla panted as the juices trickled from her sex and her ass clenched and released around the butt plug. “I feel hot and wet and shaky.”

  “Does your pussy still hurt?”

  “Yes, Dr. Sir. It aches so bad. I really need to come.”

  “If you come, it’ll be by my mouth.”

  Her head jerked up, and she saw the serious expression on his face. “But...”

  “It's either I lick you to orgasm or you have to fight all the shots the vibrator takes at you. You don't come unless you beg for my mouth on your hot little pussy. Doctor's orders.”

  “What happens if I can't stop myself from coming?”

  “Then I'll have to treat your inability to hold off release. The cure to that is a nice big paddle to the ass.”

  She swallowed. “Oh. I'll try to be good.”

  He stared at her and flipped the speed up again, smiling when she jolted. “Your pretty ass is gonna have to be explored, little patient. We've got to make sure all is well up there.”

  She panted and writhed when he wiggled the plug in her bottom and lightly massaged her swollen clit. “Oh please. It's not fair touching me there and expecting me not to come.”

  “Do you want my mouth on you down there?” He gave her a long, hard stare that was out of character for him. She'd known he was dominant, but she'd never seen him come on so strong before.

  “I do, but ... I don't think ... I ... oh God, don't! It's too good.”

  The vibrator buzzed harder than before, and his touches on her pulsing clit became more insistent.

  “Do you want my mouth on your pussy?”

  A heat wave blew over her, burning through her core. “I do, but I can't.”

  She wailed when the toy was kicked up a notch and he fucked the plug deeper into her anus like a thrusting penis.

  “You come this way and I'll punish you.”

  The threat inflamed her as her body shook and perspired. “Oh God, it's coming. I can't stop it.”

  Travis removed his finger before she could come. “I made it easy for you.”

  Easy? He was killing her slowly. “Travis ... Dr. Sir...”

  Her back arched, and her breathing came out hoarse and defeated when he shut the vibe off.

  “Would you say the ache in your pussy is better or worse now?”

  God, what a man. “It's worse, Sir, a lot worse.”

  “Do you think a mouth on your muffin would help?”

  Kayla weighed her options carefully. His touching and teasing were burning her alive. She longed for his mouth, but what if those flashbacks showed up when he ate her out? She wasn't having any at the moment, but cunnilingus would likely change that.

  “It would, but I don't want to remember.”

  “Good. I don't want you to remember either. I want you to always know who's going down on you and who you're coming for. Until then...”

  She squirmed and cried out when he turned the vibrator back on higher than before. “Oh God, you're going to kill me.”

  He smiled, running a hand up her inner thigh as he eyed her leg with appreciation. His lips seasoned delicate kisses all over the insides of her thighs, drawing ever nearer to her throbbing sex without making contact with the pulsing flesh. Feeling his soft lips all over her skin and seeing his eyes close as he loved on her body tugged at her heart and sex drive until the past didn't matter anymore. Flashbacks or not, he was worth the risk, just as he'd deemed her worth risking his life for when her test results had been uncertain. She wanted him, loved him. It was all that mattered.

  “Please kiss my pussy,” she pleaded softly.

  He lifted his head, eyes filled with raw hunger and overwhelming tenderness. “What was that?”

  She had a feeling he'd heard her the first time, but for some reason he wanted her to repeat herself. “Please kiss my pussy.”

  “You want my mouth on you?”

  “So much. I want you to lick me until I come.”

  “I'm a Dom, darlin'. How should you ask?”

  The delay drove her crazy, and the ache in her cunt was intolerable. “Please let me come, Sir. I want you so bad. I want to feel your mouth on me down there. Please.”

  “Good girl,” he breathed against her smooth mons.

  His praise and smoldering exhale rendered her feverish and desperate. She cried out when his wet tongue laved her naked pussy, basking her in damp, carnal heat. He nibbled her sex lips and chewed lightly on her labia, making her twist and wriggle on the table.

  “Watch me while you come, Kayla. Know who's doing this to you. Say my name if it helps.”

  She thrashed and whimpered when his tongue swirled around her throbbing clit, bringing her higher and higher. She bit back a pleasured scream when he slurped on her bud and grazed the spot with his teeth. He licked and bathed her swollen clitoris until her body bowed and she came hard, crying out in agonizing rapture over the intensity of everything.

  She focused on his head and face moving fast against her as he tongued her to climax and guided her through it with his loving mouth. The release was phenomenal and surprisingly freeing.

  “Travis,” she choked out, going limp when the pleasure passed. “Oh no, I'm too sensitive.”

  He licked and suckled her again until she came all over his mouth, once more holding the toys inserted in her with a death grip that made her scream. Her cunt gushed with fluid, and she heard it spill onto the floor as she came hard, gasping for air.

  “Come for me again, Kayla,” he whispered, planting a kiss on her labia.

  “I won't,” she teased.

  Travis turned the toy up before he went down on her.

  “Oh no, it's too good! Travis!”

  Her body bucked and flailed against the table, and her holes squeezed the filling toys again. Kayla screamed as the electric fire burned through her, and her pussy flooded with liquid arousal. She went languid, panting hard and shuddering with relief when he shut the toy off.

  She wept, becoming aware of the fact when he knelt by her side and wiped away her tearstains with his fingers.

  “Don't cry, darlin'. You've got no need to feel guilty.”

  “I don't anymore.” She sat up when he freed her limbs. “I think you might have healed me toward oral sex. As long as I can see you and hear your voice, I think I'll be fine after this.”

  He gave her a loving smile and brushed a wisp of hair back from her face. “I'm glad to hear it.”

  “Travis.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Can you ... I want you to be the first to ... you can take me ... back there.”

  His eyes opened with interest. “You want me to take you up the ass?”

  “I want you to try.”

  “Darlin', if I stick my cock up your ass, there won't be any trying about it. I'll get you good.”

  She smiled, caressing his jaw. “I'm sure you will. Please?”

  “I'd love to, but I'm thicker than my brothers.”

  “I don't care. I know you'll prepare me for it. I want you to be the first Langley to take me back there.”

  He offered her a fond smile and kissed her forehead. “I'd love to. That means a lot, cricket. Thank you.”

  He pulled the anal plug out of her and then speared cool, lube-coated fingers into her asshole. The easy slide of his broad fingers in her slick passage felt relaxing as he caressed her anal walls with sensuous strokes.

  He unfettered her legs and helped them out of the stirrups, pulling her gently to her feet.

  “Put this on me, darlin'.”

  She smiled, tearing open the foil and unrolled the condom. The tantalizing scent of green apples floated through the air. “Mmm, that smells good. How does it taste?”

  “Probably like artificially flavored chemicals.”

  She prepared his erection for battle and flicked her tongue against the rubber.

  �
��Well?”

  “It's ... interesting, like a Jolly Rancher gone horribly wrong.”

  He laughed. “I think these ones are more about the smell than the flavor, though supposedly there are some good flavored ones.”

  A sudden siege of anticipation and powerlessness enveloped her when he turned her so her back was to him. He carefully positioned her so she was bent over the examination table. Only the mirror on the wall told her who the man was standing behind her, ready to impale her on his hard cock.

  His hand on her shoulder blades kindled desire and security.

  “Spread your cheeks for me, Kayla.”

  She blushed and divided her buttocks for him.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked in a heated murmur.

  She laid her face on the table, allowing her muscles to melt in sweet surrender. “Yes, Sir, I trust you.”

  ****

  Travis absorbed the intoxicating beauty of the soft, warm woman beneath him. Her feminine curves and down-soft skin enchanted him. Her quivering asshole set his loins on fire. He'd fantasized about this for so long. He poised his cockhead to her anus and slowly pushed forward, moaning at the tight heat swallowing him whole.

  “Oh God, it's so big! I think you're giving me a new butt hole. Travis, I don't want a new butt hole!”

  He chuckled and massaged her shoulders. “Calm down, girl. I'm just stretching you. I've got no intention of ripping you a new one. You all right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Just take a deep breath and calm down. I won't advance until you're ready.”

  “It burns.”

  “I know, darlin'. It'll be better once I make it in all the way.”

  Once she eased up and became putty in his hands, he inched his cock forward, grunting at the fiery grip on his length. They'd lubed and stretched her with anal plugs of various sizes and she was still so damned tight. Lucky for him, but he didn't want to hurt her.

  “Damn, maybe we should start you off with one of my brothers first. I think I'm too wide to get in right now.”

  “Don't flatter yourself,” she teased in an edgy voice that shook like her trembling knees. “There's plenty of room back here for you. I want you to be the first of them back there.”

  That was all he needed to hear. He tunneled and prodded her protesting anal ring until the stubborn muscles acquiesced and let him pass. The pop made her cry out and him moan at the sudden ease as his dick slid into position in her snug ass. She'd let go of her bottom once he was in all the way, and the cheeks sandwiched his protected penis. Their pillowy softness felt divine against his groin.