“I was nine when my mother died, I didn’t have siblings. It was hard, but you know that. My father wasn’t around much, he traveled for business, but then his company went under due to the state of the economy. He killed himself. I lived with my cousins. I think that’s why we’re so close, so connected. I really thought we could share. I wish I hadn’t fooled myself now, but I’m glad you’re here.”
Krista turned from where the happy image hung, frozen in time on the wall. Brax’s expression was dark. He ran his hand through his hair.
“Can you handle me, Krista?”
The question was very strange and slightly worrisome. “What do you mean? I think I proved I can handle a lot last night,” she replied. Brax gave a short bark of laughter, but she didn’t hear true humor.
“I’ve never been good at sharing. I want there to be something different between us.”
She frowned, her head tilting to the side.
He turned and stared at her intensely. “If I told you to take off all your clothes and get on your knees, right now, would you do it?” He raised his eyebrow.
“I—yes,” she replied. The answer surprised her.
“If one of the others told you to do it, would the request feel the same for you?” This time his eyes narrowed as he asked the question.
“I don’t know.”
“Before tonight is over, you will know. Take off your clothing for me, slowly, lay it on the chair, and get on your knees.”
She’d expected a lot, but not this. She didn’t know why he was asking her to do something so unusual. She hesitated.
“You’re mine, Krista. You know it and you want to please me. Take off your clothing.”
She began slowly undressing. While she wasn’t ready to belong to anyone, more than she already did on paper, she couldn’t resist his request. She’d expected to have time to go change into the nightgown he’d given her. He’d been so kind, a bit bossy, but she hadn’t felt domination from him until now. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest and one of his feet resting up against the beige surface behind him. Her mind briefly flicked over how he’d explain a shoe print in the spot if Steve asked him about it.
“I’m going to take this slow with you. I promise. My desire is to have you all to myself, but that’s not possible. Since we can’t have that, I want you to submit to me, willingly. Would you do that for me?”
He was risking a lot asking for this. If she decided this was threatening, all she had to do was press the panic button and they’d all lose her, and he’d lose his friends. She knew in order for him to ask for this, he must want it more than he wanted anything. Something deep inside of her responded to the request, they had chemistry and she was curious to see how it would play out.
“Yes,” she whispered as she finished taking off her clothing and laid all of it neatly on the chair. She knelt in front of him, the plush, mauve carpet cushioning her knees. “Please.”
He groaned and hurried to free his cock from his jeans. He was fully dressed, except for his cock and balls. They dangled out of his pants and she leaned forward to take him in her mouth.
“I didn’t tell you to,” he said. She stopped, feeling confused. “With the others, do as you want. Here, when we are alone, you are mine. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“Tell me,” he requested quietly.
“I am yours.” She couldn’t believe she’d actually said the words. They felt right coming out of her mouth. She’d been terrified of this happening, but now she embraced giving him this willingness.
“Suck me,” he ordered.
She leaned forward and took him gently into her mouth. Brax took a fistful of her hair. He’d scolded Mal for the same thing just the night before. His hands felt different, rougher. She allowed him to set the pace and to dictate how much of him she had inside her mouth. Brax wasn’t small, but she was grateful he wasn’t as large as DeAnthony.
She let her tongue press into the channel on the bottom of his cock. She drew in as hard as she could on one stroke, while lightly running her teeth over him on the next. He exhaled slowly and she knew he liked it. She knew she wouldn’t have been so keen on playing this way with the others, but Brax was different, and her feelings for him were too. She didn’t know why, but for him, she’d do this and more. The realization startled her and she pulled away to look up into his face.
His eyes were dark and he frowned. “What is it, Kristannie?”
“I—I want this,” she mumbled, a bit awestruck.
“Yes, you do. Tell me.”
“I want to be yours.”
He groaned and pulled her to her feet, dragging her roughly into a wild kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth. The sound of his inhalation and his growl were the only noises in the room. She’d never kissed like this before; it was so much more intimate, deep. She let her tongue glide along his. Krista wrapped her arms around his neck and he kissed her until she couldn’t breathe. When he pulled away, she sucked in a deep lungful of air.
“I’m going to make you mine, slowly, one night at a time. Come with me.” He took her hand and began walking out of the room.
“What if someone sees me?” She’d been naked in front of all of them, but the idea of streaking down the hall made her uncomfortable. Worse, if Steve or one of the guards happened to be in the hall, the mortification would be unbearable.
He turned and scooped her up. She squeaked at the sense of helpless fear that rose inside of her. If she was too heavy and he dropped her, it would hurt. Her average height and weight didn’t usually lend to a feeling of being dainty, but in his arms, she felt his power. The sensation was definitely a turn on.
He walked into the darkened hallway and, to her relief, they were alone. The guard wasn’t making his rounds through the house yet. He shut the bedroom door behind them as they entered. Braxton deposited her on his bed. “Lay on your stomach.”
She did as he’d requested, without question. She could hear him undressing and moving around the room. The sensation of something cold drizzled on her back and shoulders, and her body flinched involuntarily. Her butt stung sharply under Brax’s hand. The whack reverberated through the room, but didn’t actually hurt. Krista turned to gape at Braxton in shock.
He grinned. “Hold still.” She did.
His hands rubbed musky scented oil into her skin. He worked at the knots between her shoulder blades and wonderful warmth saturated her muscles. The sensation of his large, strong hands on her skin was heavenly. She relaxed, laying her cheek on his mattress. The sheets smelled like him, like his soap and cologne. The heady combination left her feeling light, almost as if she was floating. His hands began working on her ass next and she jerked in surprise. Another quick slap made her gasp. She heard him chuckle. The feeling of intimate violation made it a struggle not to wiggle away from his hands.
“Don’t clench. Relax.”
She tried to obey, but no one had touched her like this. The group session had been so different. She was amazed at how much it made her want more. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to relax and enjoy his hands massaging her rear. When she focused on the sensation, instead of how strange it was, she sighed. He was making her good and relaxed.
“Roll over and close your eyes.”
She obeyed again. There was something so sexy in his voice when he gave a command. She could hear how much he was enjoying it.
“Spread your legs.”
She did, as wide as she could. Her pussy ached for his touch. Her moisture ran over the soft, intimate flesh and it made her squirm. Brax’s warm breath swirled around between her legs. She moaned. Then his tongue darted out to flick her clit. Her hips bucked, he didn’t reprimand her this time. His quick motions made the sensitive flesh come to life. Every nerve ending burst with pleasure and Krista gripped the sheets, clawing wildly. Her head thrashed from side to side.
Deep whimpers escaped her lips, even though she had them pressed tightly togeth
er. “Brax!” Her cry echoed in the room and she arched her back, panting as she came, crying out with little mews of delight. He kept flicking the sensitized little nub until her ass was back on the bed and the whimpers began to subside.
The bed dipped and she looked up. Brax hovered over her, like a vengeful master. His dark handsomeness was easy on her eyes, and she reached up to brush a loose strand of his hair out of his eyes. They just looked at each other for a long, quiet moment. He was beautiful in an all-male way that made her glad to be in his bed. She’d been so afraid she wasn’t going to like sex, and here she was, crazy with wanting more of it.
He grabbed both of her wrists and slid her hands up, pinning them above her head. He balanced on his knees and leaned down to take her right nipple in his mouth. His teeth and tongue worked together to give her both pleasure and pain. The combination was amazing. Gasping, she flexed her neck back and closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of his hot mouth on the tender place. The more he toyed with her, the more sensitive it became. The pain grew, as did the pleasure. Her pussy contracted, still having spasms from her earlier orgasm.
He moved to repeat the process on her other breast. The vacated nipple was wet and grew cold, which only served to make her more aware of how it still tingled from his ministrations. She opened her eyes to look at him. The intensity on his face was one of the most wonderful things she’d ever seen. She knew it would be burned into her memory for life. Krista wanted him inside of her.
“Brax. Please.”
“Oh, I’m not done yet. I’ve waited a very long time for tonight.”
“Please. I want to touch you,” she begged quietly. He released her hands.
She reached out to touch his cock and he blocked her hand with his knee. “Don’t. I want to enjoy you, and if you touch me, I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle myself. I’ve waited a lifetime for you, Krista, and I don’t plan to disappoint you.”
His words touched a place deep inside, a spot she’d promised herself they wouldn’t enter. He was right, she was his, and it hadn’t been a lie or a game. This was a dangerous position, giving too much to any of them could upset the entire balance of their “arrangement”, and she didn’t want to live in a house filled with anger and jealousy.
He placed a tender kiss in the middle of her stomach. Then his hands were under her butt and he pulled her closer. Brax picked up her legs and rested her ankles on his shoulders. Her eyes widened. He grinned. His index finger dipped into her wetness and he began swirling it against her clit, hard. Krista moaned and laid her head back, closing her eyes again. He worked her body with quick hard caresses and she built toward another orgasm. The caresses suffused her with a pleasure that quickly spiked higher.
He thrust forward, his cock sliding inside of her. The angle of his entry intensified the feeling, and she instantly surrendered to the raw need. All the amazing sensations caused her to shudder violently. She wrapped her arms around his chest, crying out with a single gasp.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded. She cried out; the feeling of pleasure was overwhelming. “Tell me what I need to hear.”
“I’m yours,” she cried.
Her back arched and the cresting desire hit its zenith, tumbling her into the mindless ecstasy of intense orgasm. She came so hard that her scream was a raw, low, primal sound reverberating in the room as she bore down on the pleasure, panting with the force of her release. Her pussy gripped him tighter and Brax stopped rubbing her to catch himself, hovering above her.
He closed his eyes and threw his head back, yelling with a triumphant roar. The heat of his release filled her. Krista lay back, feeling him inside of her, their bodies joined as one. It was beautiful. She had to hold her breath, or she was afraid she’d start crying. She’d been afraid of so much, but this man had given her more than she’d ever expected. She hadn’t wanted to like any of them, but she found herself feeling something so profound she was afraid to try to give it a name. It was too early to give the emotion the name it deserved.
Brax wrapped his arms tightly around her, rolling to bring her to rest on top of him. She laid her cheek against the rough hair and sweat on his chest. There was something so fully primitive in the moment, she sighed with bliss. For a moment, she let herself pretend it was more than she knew it was. If only…
“Do you want me to go now?” she asked.
“God no. This is still my night. I want to wake up with you in my arms. Will you stay with me, Kristannie?”
“Yes.” She didn’t even have to think about it. She wanted to be with him, more than she knew was prudent.
He turned and she found herself on the mattress, her head cradled on his muscular bicep. Braxton gazed at her with soft eyes as he pushed her hair out of her face. “You’re beautiful. Tonight meant something to me, it wasn’t just about the release.”
“I know,” she whispered, feeling drowsy. She’d seen the truth of his words in his actions. There was darkness in him, but she knew what it was to be filled with hopelessness and his own inner pain was appealing. Misery loved company, and she was glad she wasn’t alone.
He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. His free hand kept touching her face and shoulders while the one that cradled her rubbed her back. The combination was soothing, and she was having trouble keeping her eyes open.
“As much as I don’t want our night to be over, I know you need sleep.” He pressed his cheek against the top of her head. She heard him inhale deeply. “Damn, you smell good. Everything about you is good. I’m a lucky man. I can’t imagine never feeling someone so soft in my arms again.”
She was worried about that too. Even though she hadn’t chosen to be there, it could be worse. She didn’t want to be taken away and have to go through the awkwardness of it all again with men who might all be like Damon. He was the only one who really didn’t seem to care. At least she liked them all, even Max.
“Are you just saying that?” she mumbled, already half-asleep.
“No. I mean it. Even if I could walk into the nearest protection facility right now and pick a girl, I’d pick you. I’d worried about our woman cowering in the corner and laying in bed stiffly. I didn’t want to live with some hysterical who thought of me as a rapist. It’s nice to feel like we have a shot at a real family, even if it’s the new definition of what that means.”
That’s exactly what she wanted too, a life of peace and happiness. Her mind drifted away with the image of a house full of kids, a big Christmas tree with a roaring fire, and smiling men looking at the family they’d built with pride. If they could only keep the jealousy out of the house…
Krista jerked awake. Something cool touched her neck.
“Shh, it’s only me. I’m sorry. You looked so pretty, I couldn’t resist a quick kiss.” She felt his erection pressing into her leg.
“What time is it?” she mumbled.
“Five o’clock, almost dawn.”
She scowled. She’d never been a morning person. Brax’s hands rubbed her back and neck. She snuggled deeper into the warmth of his body. She sat up quickly, pulling the blankets over her breasts.
“Oh my God! Your arm, I slept on it all night!”
“It’s okay. I didn’t sleep much. I wanted to enjoy my night as long as I could.”
“My clothes, are they…”
“I’ll get them,” he said, grinning.
Brax slid out of bed, and she had a good look at his tight butt in the gray light of early morning. Perfection; she wanted to run her hands over those round cheeks and feel the firmness. He was back in a moment with her pile of clothing, setting it on his dresser. She saw his cock bobbing as he got back into bed.
Braxton kissed the hollow of her throat. His hand slid up her stomach, causing the muscles to clench. When he reached her breast, he pinched her nipple gently. His lips moved to the side of her neck and he sucked her skin, hard. Drowsy, she sighed. Brax’s hand slid from her breast and back down her stomach, swirling over her skin in a
wavy motion. The movement tickled and she giggled. He smiled against her neck but continued kissing and sucking. The wonderful sensation built inside of her and she turned just a little so that her hand could caress his back.
He reached between her legs, and she parted her thighs for him. His fingers dipped into the gathering moisture and then he began rubbing her clitoris in small circles. Krista whimpered and closed her eyes. Her legs spread even wider.
The bed dipped and she opened her eyes. In the darkness, she could see him hovering above her, between her legs. His penis entered her quickly and she let go of a low primal moan, unprepared for him. Then the pleasure replaced the feeling of invasion. He slid more easily as her body accepted him and the gratification each stroke of his thick shaft erupted inside of her. Krista relished the gathering excitement as she built toward the wondrous, mindless place where only sensation existed. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him to her.
Brax’s penis slid in and out of her slowly, and then his thrusts increased in speed. He slid his hands under her ass, elevating her, and the difference in angle increased her pleasure as his cock rubbed against her g-spot, sending her over the edge.
“Yes. Harder. Braaaxxx!” Krista screamed, not thinking about how loud she was.
“That’s it, Kristannie, scream my name,” Brax pleaded.
“Braxton!”
“Come for me. God, I can’t hold on. Come, Krista!”
She came. “Braxton!” His name sounded like an animalistic growl as she arched her back, meeting his thrust. Then he released into her. She couldn’t see his face in the darkness, but his long, low cry filled her with joy.
He rolled over, pulling her on top of him again. His dick was still hard and inside of her. She kissed his lips. Her hands splayed in his thick hair, and she ground her hips against him. She could feel him growing inside of her again.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered when she pulled her mouth away.
She sat up and began to shimmy her hips a bit. As his erection elongated, the pleasure inside her returned. She kept the gently rocking motion going. He reached up and played with her breasts. She reached her hands back, grabbing his hips for support as her motion increased to a bounce. Brax groaned.
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