Given

by Ashlynn Monroe

  Feeling the position of her newfound knowledge, she quickened her pace, all the while enjoying the growing sensitivity in her pussy as her clit swelled from all the attention DeAnthony lavished on it. When Jared cried out loudly, DeAnthony stopped licking her and the bed dipped where he was lifting himself up to get a better look at what she was doing.

  “Oh God, I…I’m going to come, Krista. I…Ahhh!”

  Something hot filled her mouth. She forced herself to swallow, not sure what else to do with the strange, sour flavor. She pulled away.

  “Go get her some water, now,” Braxton ordered Jared, who stumbled away toward the bathroom. She heard the soft hiss of the sink and then Jared rushed back with a paper cup.

  “Sorry. I should’ve pulled away.” He looked flushed, and she wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed or if it was from his gratification.

  “Shouldn’t I have swallowed that?” She glanced at Braxton, since he seemed to be the conductor of this orgiastic symphony.

  “You did great. It’s your choice if you swallow, but Jared should’ve shown a little more restraint and given you warning enough to be able to make a choice.”

  She took a drink of the water, not sure what to say or do.

  “Her mouth felt so damn good. I’d like to see you try not to come if she was sucking your cock.”

  “I’d love for her to suck my cock,” Mal said, and his voice still sounded funny as he held the once white, and now red, towel to his face.

  Krista felt uncomfortable, used. She wanted them to like her, to keep her, but this was a bit like she was trading herself for security and peace.

  “Are you sure you’re up for it, Mal?” Jared asked. “You are injured.”

  “I’d have to be dead for this hard-on to go away, and even then it’d probably get rigor mortis and they’d have to bury me in a tall casket,” he replied, grinning.

  Jared snorted and then coughed to cover his amusement. Krista put her hand on his arm and gave him a shy smile. He grinned like a Cheshire cat at her attention.

  Mal came over to the side of the bed, and Krista’s lips parted obediently. Mal thrust himself at her and she sucked him into her mouth. She could hear moans from the voyeurs watching her. He slid in and out of her lips and she sucked him back in. Mal groaned a long, low sound of satisfaction and took a fistful of her hair in his hand.

  “Be gentle with her, you asshole!” Braxton growled.

  “Damn it, I can’t help it. This is so fucking good. I’ve imagined a woman’s soft face pressed up against me like this—her hot, little mouth…oh God! Lord Jesus, yes!” Mal’s warm, salty cum shot into Krista’s mouth, and she did her best not to gag.

  “Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain, man,” DeAnthony chastised his friend, but glancing up into Mal’s face, Krista knew he wasn’t paying any attention. Mal’s eyes stayed closed, his head tipped back and she could feel his body shudder where it pressed against her cheek. He gasped out another small groan as his cock slipped out of her mouth. She swallowed his ejaculate, and Jared held the water glass to her lips. She took a quick sip, gratefully.

  “I think it’s time we show Krista what she can expect from us before she practices any more of her new skill. Lie on your back and spread your legs for us. We aren’t just about taking from you,” Brax uttered in a husky voice.

  She obeyed without hesitation. She wanted to feel the sensations she’d enjoyed earlier. She noticed Jared was growing hard again already. This time Braxton was the one between her legs. DeAnthony and Mal took the places Jared and Brax had occupied earlier.

  Brax placed a tender kiss on the nest of hair between her legs, then rolled his tongue over her already sensitive clit. When he dipped his fingers inside of her pussy, she arched her back, unprepared for the intimate invasion. His touches, both inside and outside, felt wonderful. When the two men sitting next to her on the bed began to fondle her breasts, the combination of sensation made her body buck. Krista gasped, crying out loudly.

  The door opened and she glanced sharply at it. Her lust-clouded vision registered Damon coming in. He no longer had a hard-on and looked upset. After a moment of watching the spectacle on the bed, she saw his cock growing. Her eyes widened a little, it was amazing to see, the others had been hard before they’d undressed.

  Brax sat up, but his hand found her clit and he continued to rub her, driving her wild. She moaned, closing her eyes. Her head rolled to the side and she pushed her hips up, pressing her body more tightly against his hand. He chuckled warmly.

  “All right, boys, let’s get this party started. Who’s first?” Krista heard Braxton’s words, but they didn’t register until she felt the bed dip between her legs. Opening her eyes, she glanced up to see DeAnthony’s big smile. She smiled back, but it felt tight and unnatural. Nervousness made her clench her teeth.

  “Relax,” Braxton, said still rubbing her pussy, only his pressure increased, as did the speed of his concentric circles against her clit. DeAnthony was so big; she feared it would hurt as much as what Miss Stanley had done.

  Jared smoothed the hair out of her eyes and moved a strand from between her lips. Krista glanced up at him and she saw tenderness in his eyes. Her body did relax a little, but she was still afraid.

  “Let Damon go first,” Brax ordered.

  “Who the fuck died and made you the boss of fucking around here?” DeAnthony demanded. He glared at Brax. “What, she’s got a problem ’cause I’m not white?” He gave Krista a very angry look.

  She felt terrible. She wanted to avoid conflict, but it seemed no matter what she was willing to do they were determined to fight over her. “No,” she replied quietly. “You’re big—really big. Sorry. It hurt when the nurse, umm, you know. Anyway, please just get it over with.” She turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. The weight left the bed and her eyes flew open. Krista turned her head and saw DeAnthony backing off.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m going to have you, so get used to the idea of my big, black cock in that tight, white pussy.” He sounded bitter, but she could see he wasn’t as angry as he’d been a moment before.

  Damon blocked her view of DeAnthony, and the bed dipped again. Damon was the smallest of any of them, even Jared. He didn’t touch her or kiss her, but without preamble, his cock poked at her slick cunt. She glanced up at Jared, her eyes widened. He smiled down reassuringly, running the pad of his thumb over her cheek.

  “He won’t hurt like that. Trust me, I’m almost a doctor,” he whispered, grinning.

  Something inside of Kristannie cracked and she smiled back. Damon slid inside of her, and Jared hadn’t lied—it didn’t hurt. There was no amazing pleasure either, Brax’s hand felt better. She sighed, and the tension completely left her body. It wasn’t going to be as bad as she’d thought. Damon began slowly sliding in and out, and Brax never stopped rubbing her clit. A new tension began building inside of her. She moaned, closing her eyes. Then came the hot sensation of Damon’s release. He grunted. It was over. He slid off the bed, picked up his clothes, and left the room without a word. Deep disappointment surged inside of her. His abrupt departure left her feeling slighted. She knew there was more, if he’d just held off a moment more…

  The bed dipped again. DeAnthony was between her legs. This time she wasn’t afraid, and to her secret shame, she wanted what his cock could give her. The feeling building within her was wonderful. Brax’s hand continued its magical motion, and her body wanted more, as if she were on the verge of something amazing.

  “Are you cool with me?” He sounded worried.

  “Please, DeAnthony, I want…” She didn’t know what she wanted, but his beautiful wide smile told her she’d said the right words to alleviate the tension between them.

  He lowered himself and placed a kiss on her stomach. She groaned. His eyes looked up into hers. Mal began to play with her nipples, and Brax’s hand pushed her higher and higher toward the pinnacle of the sensations her body reveled in. She knew there was m
ore, instinctively. This was so much better than she’d hoped for, this was great.

  DeAnthony kissed her stomach again, and then the tip of his hard cock nudged her pussy. She tried to widen her legs, but they were already as wide as they’d go without pain. He pushed inside her, widening her tight, slick sheath. He didn’t just stop as Damon had, instead, his hips began trusting back and forth. She felt his hardness slam all the way to the deepest place inside of her.

  “Ah, baby.” He moaned. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “No, please don’t stop. I’m just so…damn it, please I need it!”

  He grinned. His hard, fast pumps made her feel exquisite. Brax moved his hand away, and she vaguely wondered if he’d lost feeling in it, then her mind thought of nothing as sensations washed over her from head to toe. Bliss, real and good—she came. Screaming.

  “Yes! DeAnthony! Yes!” Her hips bucked up to meet his thrusts. “Damn!” She never swore, but whatever filter she possessed fled as she bore down on her scream making a primal cry that startled her. She couldn’t believe she was making those sounds, or relishing Giving Day. Krista whimpered as the tidal wave that’d sweep her out to sea began washing her back onto the shores of reality.

  Jared continued to brush her hair out of her face and off her sweaty forehead tenderly. She’d have to give the young doctor props on his bedside manner. Mal had removed his hands from her breasts, but she couldn’t remember when. DeAnthony’s body stiffened and he cried out, and then collapsed on top of her. He laced his fingers through hers and they lay panting companionably for a moment.

  “You should get off of her. You’ve got to be heavy.” Brax mumbled the command half-heartedly. The boss man seemed deflated. Krista glanced up at him.

  “Are you—”

  “No,” he cut off her question.

  She felt hurt, but couldn’t pinpoint the reason. The other men gave him curious looks. She could see he was still hard, and a droplet of fluid even leaked from the tip of his penis. She bit her lip.

  “Are you mad?” She hated asking, but she wanted harmony. Airing a grievance immediately would avoid a repeat occurrence.

  “No.” His eyes softened when he looked at her. “You’ve had enough. You’ve been satisfied, and for now, it’s time to give you a break. Hell, I don’t want to try to follow that performance anyway, I’d never be able to read the reviews later.”

  “What reviews?” Krista panicked. Did men report the results of Giving Day somewhere?

  Brax chuckled. “Never mind, no real reviews. I just don’t want these knuckleheads thinking I can’t make you scream like that. I can wait my turn. I want…I guess I’m feeling a little old-fashioned all of a sudden. I want to be memorable.”

  “Damn, I’d say this whole night has been memorable,” DeAnthony interjected. “I’m going to remember this fondly for the rest of my life.” He placed a kiss on Krista’s forehead, holding his lips against her skin for a lingering moment. When he pulled back, his eyes stared deeply into hers. “Thank you,” he muttered.

  She gave him a half-smile. “You’re welcome. I think I should be thanking you.” All the men laughed, but she noticed Brax’s didn’t sound genuine. They all stood up and began collecting clothing.

  “You have as much privacy as you want. If you ever want to invite one of us to your bed, or stay in ours, I’m sure I speak for all of us when I say it’d be welcome. Tonight, I think you’d probably like some private time, right?” There was a strange hopefulness in Brax’s voice.

  “Thank you, I—yeah, it’s just all so weird. I feel like I’m in someone else’s bed and life. It’s so hard to accept…goodnight.” Heat rose up her neck and cheeks. How could she explain the surreal adjustment her government and these men expected of her?

  Brax walked over and sat down next to her on the bed. “I know. I mean, I think about it, what women go through now. I—just don’t feel like we don’t care. I care, and I’m sure the others do too.”

  She doubted Max and Damon were in the caring category, but the other four men had treated her well, better than the poor woman from the educational video received, that was certain.

  “I want to read one of your books,” Krista blurted out. Curiosity filled her and she suddenly wanted to see if he’d gotten it right. The idea of a book about her plight, even if it starred a man, was appealing. There was nothing like it in the library at the protection facility.

  Braxton grinned. “The whole series is on the bookshelf in the game room. Help yourself. You just have to promise to be perfectly honest.”

  The worry on his face made her smile. He wanted her to like his work and it made her feel pleasantly surprised. “I promise to give you a tough, uncensored review.”

  He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Thank you.” His deep voice rumbled as he whispered in her ear and she shivered.

  Knowing he wasn’t going to have sex with her was both a disappointment and a relief. She’d wanted to experience him the most, but she was glad he’d waited too. Somehow, the idea of it being special with him made her feel better about losing her technical virginity only to be thrust into the middle of what was essentially the most immoral, government endorsed morality she’d never imagined in her wildest dreams. She wished she could talk to Cina. She needed the comfort of a friend and more importantly, a female ear.

  The men left and she sat alone in the dim room feeling jittery. She wasn’t tired, despite the late hour. She stood up, realizing she was a bit sore, and went into the extravagant bathroom. The towels were so soft. She’d picked a couple off the pile on an antiqued iron wall rack. Holding them to her nose, she took a deep breath and sighed. Krista had become used to thin, small pieces of cotton that smelled of bleach. These towels were so plush they reminded her of blankets, and they smelled fresh. She set them on the vanity and turned on the shower. There were bottles of shampoo and some fancy soap bars shaped like flowers.

  The boys had really been thoughtful in the design of her domain. A small spark of hope lit inside her soul and grew, becoming a small flame. Maybe, if she could just accept that the world was what it was, she could be happy. Then she thought of her teachers, women who’d let themselves love and found themselves returned like purchased clothing that didn’t fit. She didn’t want to be someone’s return.

  Shaking off the dark thought, Krista stepped into the shower. Sighing, she let the warm water caress her skin. Using the apple scented shampoo and the floral soap, her body began to feel clean again. She washed the scent of sex away. As she watched the water swirl down the drain, tears filled her eyes and she leaned against the wall, sliding down the wet tile to sit on the floor.

  For a moment, she gave into tears and cried for the woman who’d never go out on a first date or give a nice boy who’d brought her flowers the gift of her virginity. There’d be no fairytale wedding. She wouldn’t find a husband who’d give her a picket fence, dog, and two point five children. That life was gone forever. She had six men to navigate, all of them vying for her sexual favors. She’d have to be very careful if she wanted to keep the peace and her sanity.

  Krista stood. One last sob wracked her body and then she turned off the water. She stepped out onto the chilly tile and grabbed one of the humongous towels. If she had to be a prisoner, at least she was in a comfortable cell. Drying off, she went out into the bedroom. There was a box on the foot of her bed. It was big and wrapped in a red ribbon. She pulled off the lid after loosening the ribbon. Tissue paper covered the contents and there was a card on top of the paper. She picked it up.

  Krista,

  Thank you. Please accept this small token of our appreciation. Sleep well, knowing you have our esteem.

  B and the boys

  Braxton had left her a gift. She smiled. She barely knew them and yet this gesture just felt like his solo handiwork. He’d certainly had no time to go the store, and the idea of him anticipating her need for some sort of reassurance spoke well of his thoughtfulness.

  She mo
ved the tissue paper aside. The transparent barrier crinkled loudly in the quiet room. She picked up a fluffy, white robe. It was soft, one of the softest things she’d ever touched. There was a plain, white, silk nightgown. It wasn’t something she’d consider “sexy” lingerie, but it was sexy in a sophisticated and understated way.

  She smiled, sure now that Brax had picked this out on his own. He seemed one step ahead, and that told her he thought, not just acted. This was so him. To see seduction as something with layers instead of just physical parts of a woman’s body was something she hadn’t anticipated from men who didn’t have to “work” at a relationship, but had received her as a prize. She ran her hand over the silk and the temptation to go around knocking on doors looking for him was great.

  She knew it wasn’t a good choice, and deep down she wasn’t ready for emotional sex, physical sex had been enough for her for one night. She did put on the nightgown and then the robe. Krista glanced at the bed, frowning. She wasn’t tired. Quietly, she opened her bedroom door and decided to find a copy of Braxton’s imagined world. Reading would help pass the time, unless sleep finally caught up with her. When her mind was racing, as it was now, she never had luck getting into a restful state.

  Krista was down the stairs and near the glass patio doors when a shadow made her jump. She looked around frantically for a light switch, but the house was so large she had no idea where she’d find one. Normally, there was one by doors, but she didn’t see one anywhere within reach. The shadow moved again and she squinted, holding herself still in the shadows. Then, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she realized Max stood alone on the patio, pacing.

  Krista began toward the room where she’d find the book, but paused. Glancing back at the door, she felt guilty for having let Max run off and not stopping him. She feared for her safety, but she also wanted to understand him. He was part of her strange, new household, after all, and she needed to know what had set him off. It had to be more than the joke.