“Concubine … exactly. That’s what we’re going to be now.”
“I don’t want to,” Asya says.
I look at her and squint. “Then why are you here?”
It takes her a while to answer. She shrugs. “My parents … they gave me away.”
“Wow, wow. What? Are you saying they made you come here?” Stacey asks.
Asya gazes down at her feet, which is all the info I need.
“I never wanted this. I never thought they’d actually go through with it.”
I grab her hand and squeeze. It’s the least I could do. I don’t have much empathy, but I know how to hold a hand, and I know she needs this right now. Even if I only do it so the other girls don’t think I’m a total bitch; when, in fact, I really am just that.
“Me neither,” Hyun says. “I want money. I don’t want this.”
“Well, this is what we have, so we need to deal with it.”
“How? How in the world do you deal with this?” Lauren points at Jordan as an example.
“By shutting off your emotions.” I smile and then turn my face back to nothingness. “See? Like this. I do it all the time.”
“That won’t work for me, honey,” Latisha jokes. “Not that I’ll need it. I’m perfectly fine with being their sex doll.”
“Whatever,” I say, not really caring about her reasons to stay or go. “The point is everyone can either take it or leave it. That’s what they said, and Max has shown they mean business.”
“Leave? Could we?” Britt asks.
“You mean you want to leave and cancel the contract?” I cock my head. “Why not? Camilla did it.”
“Yeah, but how do you know she actually managed to get out and go back home?” Britt adds. “How do you know she wasn’t … you know … killed.” That last word is spoken in a whisper.
The other girls’ eyes widen, and they all look at each other in panic.
“Calm down. No one’s getting killed.” At least, not yet.
“I’m sure she made it home alive,” Latisha says. “I don’t think those handsome guys could kill one of us. They just want to have fun, that’s all.”
Jordan shakes her head at that comment but still doesn’t speak up.
“So you think she got home safely?” Britt asks.
“Yeah,” Stacey says. “I saw her leave the house. No one stopped her.”
“Does that mean we can leave?” Hyun asks, looking at me like I’m the one to give her all the answers.
“You could … no one’s stopping you.” I fold my arms. “The question is do you want to?”
She bites her lip and looks down at her pajama pants. Then she softly shakes her head. “I need the money. But I’m scared.”
“Don’t be. We’ll get through this.” Stacey grabs her hand. “Together.”
I turn around and look at the door, rolling my eyes and wondering how I’m ever going to live through these three weeks with girls like them. Gag.
I get up and saunter back to bed.
“Where are you going?” Stacey asks.
“Bed.”
“But …”
“Leave or stay. Your choice. I’m going to sleep. Night.”
And with that, I tuck myself under the blankets and close my eyes.
However, this annoying voice in my head doesn’t stop whispering dirty little lies into my ears, telling me about how I should be mad. How I should envy Jordan because she got his fingers up her pussy, and how I wished it’d been me instead.
And I fall asleep with the image of Max fucking me with everyone else looking … satisfied … knowing that I’m as fucked up as they come.
***
Accompanying Song: “Outside the War” by Santigold
Max
Evening
I take a sip of my whiskey on the rocks and stare at the crackling fire in front of me. My chair feels like a damn cage, holding me back from where I’m really supposed to be. This room where my brothers scheme and laugh as they play a game of pool on the green table in the back. Their noise distracts me from my goal.
Getting Naomi to submit as quickly as possible and making her pick me.
My grip on the glass tightens as I bring it to my lips and take another sip. This drink is the only thing that relaxes me when I’m stressed as fuck. I can’t help it; when I have to share with my brothers, things always get tense. We always want the same thing. Someone has to lose … and this time, it isn’t going to be me.
“So you’ve got a favorite yet?” Anthony asks Devon as he shoots a ball into the hole.
It takes Devon a while to answer. “No … not particularly.”
“I do …” Anthony muses, playing coy.
“Who?” Devon asks.
“That girl … with the olive skin and dark, thin eyes …” I can see him smile, and it makes me want to smash his face in with my glass.
“Hyun?” Devon makes a face. “I never pegged her to be your type.”
“Nah, the other one …”
I turn my head around the corner and growl, “Stay away from her.”
My brothers both look my way, but only Devon opens his mouth. “What’s your problem?”
“Stay. Away. From. Her.” I just give them the look. That look. The one we’ve learned to respect from one another. The one that says … I’m going to kill you if you touch what’s mine.
“Who?” Anthony asks with a low voice.
I turn my head toward the flames again, picturing Naomi as they dance and lick the surface of the fireplace. “Naomi.”
“Don’t you mean Jordan?” Devon’s voice sounds annoyed. “You stuck your fingers up her pussy on day one.”
“I don’t care for any random pussy.” I drink the last sip of whiskey from the glass. “You can have her.”
“Who says I want her? You’ve already tainted her,” Anthony says.
“There are seven other girls. There must be another one you like,” Devon says.
“No. One left,” I snort.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have told them about being brides then,” Anthony scoffs. “Then maybe I would still have the one I liked as well.”
“Oh, shut up. They would’ve found out anyway. And Camilla was bound to leave anyway. Too much of a temper.”
“And Naomi doesn’t?” Anthony’s face turns to a scowl. “She’s the worst.”
“She’s impenetrable … her mind beautiful.” I smile at the thought of witnessing her crumple.
“Fuck this.” I can hear Devon throwing down his cue. “Why would you claim Naomi? You haven’t even touched her yet.”
“Because I say so.”
“That’s not enough.” I hear his footsteps coming toward me. “I want a piece of that ass too.”
I jolt up from my seat and throw the glass as hard as I can into the fire, shattering it into a million pieces. Then I turn around and growl, “Don’t you fucking lay a hand on her.”
“Whoa, whoa, calm down, you two,” Anthony says, standing between us.
“What’s your problem, man? This is how the games are supposed to be played. We all get a taste of each of the women, and then we decide,” Devon spits.
“My problem is you not recognizing that I already staked my claim long ago.”
“How?” Devon frowns.
I reach into my chest pocket, pull out a heart-shaped locket attached to a thin wire, and show it to him. “This is why she’s mine.”
Devon glares at it and then at me, his nostrils flaring.
“Okay, look.” Anthony grabs his shoulders. “No one’s saying she isn’t yours. If you really want her, she’s all yours. But … you know this is how Dad wants us to play the game. We all get to try out the girls, one by one.”
Grinding my teeth, I look him dead in the eye, knowing full well what Father wants. “I know damn well how this game’s supposed to be played.”
“Then do your part, and we’ll do ours. Besides, just because I’m interested and have a favorite doesn’t mea
n I’ll actually want her for real. It’s just that she’s pretty, which you obviously already know. Look, the point is … We’ve not even started yet, and you’re already on edge.” He playfully pats my shoulder. “Relax a little. Drink some more whiskey.” He pours me a new glass and shoves it into my hand. “This is supposed to be a fun month, not one filled with hate. We’re brothers. We’re supposed to stick up for each other.”
“Exactly,” Devon pitches in.
He fills two more glasses and hands one to Devon then holds it up in the air and says, “Let’s make a toast. To the Wicked Bride Games.”
I reluctantly join the toast, wondering how I’m ever going to survive these three weeks without angering my father … by killing my own brothers.
8.
Accompanying Song: “The Demon Dance” by Cliff Martinez
Naomi
Day 3
Eight girls align in the hallway.
Eight girls in beautiful gowns, pretty red lipstick, gorgeous black-lined eyes, and heavy makeup.
It’s all for one purpose.
These three men standing before us in black suits, trying to impress us with their wealth. Only one thing impresses me, and that’s their resolve to get what they want. It’s something we have in common because I’ll stop at nothing to be the one girl to win this foul competition.
The guy with the smooth, long black hair and chiseled face, Anthony, paces back and forth before us. “Ladies, today is the first day of the rest of your life.”
Gag.
“Today, you’ll be tested on your resolve. How low will you go to please us?”
Hyun looks down at her shoes as Anthony walks past her, and I can tell from her shaking body that she’s terrified. Asya is the same.
“Prove your willingness. Prove how much you want this money we’re offering.”
He stops when he reaches me and smiles, after looking up and down my body like I’m for sale.
“On your knees.”
All girls sink to their knees, even if it takes them a while.
I’m the last to go.
After Anthony placed his hand on my shoulder and forced me down.
“I said on your knees,” he hisses at me.
I narrow my eyes at him but refuse to break eye contact until he does, after which he resumes pacing.
“Now, the first game begins.”
Devon and Max step closer, and both of them start unbuckling their belts, slipping it through the holes one by one.
“Today, you will eat our cum.”
Hyun instantly shifts her face toward the other girls, tears forming in her eyes.
“You will swallow it all.”
Now, Asya struggles not to tumble forward as she braces her hands on the floor.
“After dinner, you will lick up our cum again as dessert.” Anthony is still pacing around while his brothers have undone the buttons of their trousers.
“If you refuse to do as we ask, you will not be fed, and you will do something else to please us. If you refuse a second time, you will not get a bed to sleep in. And if you refuse a final time … you will be gone.”
Gone. Not leaving. Gone. That word … It means something important.
It means that if one of them keeps saying no … she might not be my rival anymore.
It also means winning has suddenly become a lot easier. All I have to do is say yes to everything they make me do. How hard can that be? Once you’ve shut off your emotions, nothing’s difficult anymore.
“Pick your girl,” Anthony tells his brothers, and they both nod.
Devon walks around until he stumbles upon a shivering Hyun. He taps his feet in front of her until she looks up at him and begins to cry.
“Aww, how sweet.” Devon brings his index finger to her face and picks up a drop. Bringing his finger to his lips, he sucks it up. “I love the taste of tears in the morning.”
“Please …” Hyun begs.
“Please what?” he says as he pulls down his pants and reveals he’s gone commando. His dick is already half-hard. “Please give me your cock? Say it,” he muses.
“No.” She shakes her head and closes her eyes.
Oh, boy.
“No, what?” Devon suddenly grabs her hair and forces her head up, making her squeal in fear.
“No! Don’t!” Her words come out in short gasps.
He chucks her aside as if she’s garbage, and she falls headfirst to the ground. Jordan immediately grabs her hand and helps her sit up. Hyun sniffs and scrambles off the floor and runs away into the ladies’ room, locking the door behind her.
Meanwhile, Devon’s wistful gaze makes me believe he’s a complete lunatic, and his words confirm it. “Shame.”
“You chased the first one away already,” Anthony snorts as he looks down at Latisha. “I’ll settle for this chick.”
Chick. I hate that word. Like she’s some sort of thing instead of a human being.
“No worries. Plenty of other girls to choose from.” Devon grins as he positions himself in front of Stacey. “Although I was kind of looking forward to fucking her face since she had the porn-star look.”
Two feet pause in front of me. I look up. Max’s wicked smile is the only thing that can make me suck in a breath.
“Hello, Naomi …” he mutters, just like did back when we first met in his office.
I just gaze and watch him pull down his zipper slowly, unbuttoning his pants.
“No hello back?” he muses.
I cock my head as he pulls down his pants. He’s well-packed. The problem is the fact that I take notice. “Hello, Max. I didn’t know I was allowed to speak.”
“You are … you’re just not allowed to say no to me.” His fingers curl around the edge of his boxer shorts and inch down slowly until the base of his dick becomes visible … and then pops out for every girl in the room to stare at in awe.
“So does this mean we can leave?” Lauren asks boldly, and the men momentarily stop what they’re doing to glare at her. “Since you’ve picked a girl and all,” she adds, swallowing.
“No,” Anthony says bluntly after a few seconds. “You will watch us come inside these girls, so you’ll know what’s coming for you tonight. Now, pay attention and do as we say. After all, pleasing us means winning.”
Devon roughly grabs the front of Stacey’s throat and rams his semi-hard cock inside without warning, making her gag.
Max’s fingers curl around my chin as he forces me to look up at him. “I’m here.”
I blink but don’t respond as he brings his big cock closer to my face. “Are you going to show me how much you want me?”
I open my mouth and dip my tongue out to lick the tip of his cock. Surprisingly, it doesn’t taste that bad. I take another lick.
“Good girl. Just the way I like it.” He bites his lip and caresses my cheek, which feels awkward. Then he starts masturbating, rubbing his dick as my tongue continuously circles his tip.
I glance sideways for a moment only to witness Anthony sliding his dick into Latisha’s mouth and then holding her nose to prevent her from breathing. Our eyes meet in a moment of understanding as she too handles it like a pro, while I lick Max’s cock from top to bottom.
I feel nothing except the urge to take him all the way … just so I can win.
I could say no to all of this, but I don’t want to. I could walk out of here at any moment, but I don’t. And do you know why? Because the money is more important to me.
Max’s eyes close as he adjusts his dick against my lips, rubbing it up and down in my mouth while still jerking himself off. I try to provide ample pressure and spit to make it easier, and when I feel my own pussy thump to the taste of him, I reach between my thighs and start fondling myself.
Some girls look my way, but I ignore them. I don’t care what they think.
My clit wants attention too, and this is the only way I can be in control. Even if he may come in my mouth and make me swallow, my orgasm is my own.
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sp; So I flick my nub and circle it with my fingers, making it nice and wet. Then I dive into my panties and thrust up my pussy while taking his cock further into my mouth.
His eyes open, and he looks down at me touching myself, a devious smile forming on his lips.
“Are you touching yourself?” he asks with a soft but low voice.
“Yes,” I answer without shame.
“Hmm …” He pulls back a little and licks his lips.
“Is that a problem?” I stick out the tip of my tongue and circle it around the tip of his cock. It bobs up and down as a response.
“No, keep doing it. I like it.” He brings his cock back to my lips and rubs them up against me then pushes inside again, this time a little farther than before.
“I can’t watch this …” Asya suddenly gets up and runs away.
“Hmph, another coward,” Devon sneers.
“She’ll get her fill later,” Anthony muses.
Max just grins like a dirty motherfucker, but his focus remains solely on me.
Stacey’s gags and heaves make me peek through the corner of my eye, and I can see the terror on her face as Devon face-fucks her like he’s in a hurry. He thrusts so fast she can barely keep up, and her makeup is a mess. Then he smears his dick all over her face, spreading her own saliva until she’s covered in goo, only to thrust into the back of her throat again with full fervor.
“Is that what you want?” Max murmurs, grabbing the back of my head and tilting it. “Do you want me to fuck your brains out? Because I can … if you ask nicely. I just thought I’d go easy on you, but if you’re not satisfied …”
“I am … very satisfied,” I muse, and I show him my fingers which are covered in my own wetness. He bends over, grabs my hand, and sucks on my fingers, moaning as he pulls them out again.
“I can taste your arousal.” He grins and adds, “Make yourself come. I want to see your face undone as I come down your throat.”
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