Harem House Chapter 51 Part 2 (Patreon)

Yvonne couldn’t control the trembling in her body. The only fear she had was that Arthur would mistake her shaking nerves for fear when anticipation and hope overwhelmed her. She was so close, but every time she’d gotten close to him, Arthur thought of some excuse to pull away. She didn’t want him to. Not tonight. She needed him to want her and to give in to his desires.

She sat naked before him, her body on full display. Her breasts were the most prominent feature on her voluptuous frame, frequently the source of attention from guys. Yet Arthur wasn’t even looking at them or her pale, pointed nipples. He met her eyes, and when his gaze dipped, it fell to the black silk choker tied around her neck. Her gaze dropped to his lips, then back to his bright eyes as he raised his to meet hers. 

She’d cum three times tonight from Rani and Selene pushing her through orgasm after orgasm in the chair. She assumed the wet spot on the cushion was from her. Perhaps anticipation wasn’t the only source of her trembling, but fear wasn’t even a thought. She’d had her first time with a woman, and with two, and with Selene no less. Arthur’s unleashed, brutal passion didn’t frighten her. It flooded her with lust and made her want to throw herself onto the bed, spread her legs, and beg him to take her. 

Instead, she’d asked for a spanking. Arthur enjoyed spanking Ana, so maybe it would help him enjoy her. Then he could take her without getting too in his head about who she was, and who she was to him. Was it manipulative to ease him into the situation through something he enjoyed? She hoped he didn’t think so. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Arthur asked. “You want a spanking to be our first time together? And are you sure you’re okay to be with me? You won’t resent me in the morning, or hate me if I push things too far? I’m not dumping anyone to be with you. If we do this, it’s just for fun, right?” 

“Of course,” Yvonne said, nodding. 

“You’re sure?” Arthur asked, as if he didn’t trust her answer. 

Yvonne opened and closed her mouth. A million options for what to say ran through her head, but each response seemed like the wrong one. What magic word could she use to make him understand? Should she try to boss him into it, as she might as the President of the Theater Club? Or was this the time to drop that bossy facade and show him how desperate she was? 

“Please,” Yvonne said, making her choice. “Arthur, I–” she hesitated, unsure of how to express it without coming across like a pitiful slut. “I’ll admit I’m having trouble being chill about this, but that doesn’t mean I’m hoping you ditch your girlfriends or anything. I’d never do that to them. Hell, if anything, I want to be one of them, not replace them, but you’re everything I want. Please take me and do whatever you want with me. I’m informed from the list, your girlfriends, and watching you with the others. I’m consenting to whatever you want to do, and I’ve wanted you since I met you. Even if it’s just for tonight, and we never hook up again, I need it. I need you. Please, Arthur, I’m begging you, take me, spank me, kiss me, fuck me, I’ll do anything. Anything.” 

Arthur rubbed his chin, drawing her eyes to the scruff of his five-o’clock shadow. He checked the expressions of those with them, and Yvonne did as well. Kelly and Arthur had switched beds, and she was sitting by the pillows with her back against the headboard on Yvonne’s right. Kelly was naked except for a pair of spandex shorts, her pearl collar, and a strap-on, and her body invoked jealousy and lust in Yvonne in equal measure. 

“I’ve already told you, you’re allowed to want her,” Kelly said. “Take her, Mister. Give the poor girl what she wants, and if there’s any leftover when you’re done with her, give her to me. I’ll take care of her. She’ll probably need someone to nurse her back to health.”

The lust in Kelly’s tone surprised Yvonne, and judging by his expression, it surprised Arthur, too. The heat in Kelly’s green eyes met Yvonne’s gaze without flinching, and Kelly puckered her red lips and blew Yvonne a kiss.

“I’d get in on that action,” Rani said, her voice low and husky as she whispered into Yvonne’s ear. She knelt on the bed behind Yvonne and rubbed her shoulders. “She’s a proper sub, my king, obedient and docile since I’ve broken her in with a few orgasms. Didn’t you hear her moaning? It was so beautiful and melodic. She’s a good little songbird, isn’t she, Slut?” 

Selene nodded, having returned from the break room. She knelt on the floor by the armchair to Yvonne’s left. “Yes, my queen. She’s delicious, Master. You’ll enjoy her taste, I’m sure of it. And I can attest that she’s very, very aroused by what she watched Master do to Evie and Ana. Not a hint of jealousy, just pure lust. Beneath that sometimes bitchy exterior, she’s a freak, like us.” 

“Thanks,” Yvonne said. “I think.” 

Mindy giggled. She moved over to sit beside Arthur on the opposite bed and hugged his arm. “I can hold her down for you, Master. She’s got a big round ass, not as wide as my queen’s, but she’s sexy and thick. You’re telling us you haven’t imagined spanking her before?” She grabbed his cock as she asked, and it twitched in her twisting grip. 

Arthur glared at Mindy, but to Yvonne’s surprise, he blushed and looked away. She wondered how many times he’d imagined ending one of their fights by bending her over a table and spanking her. Was that his favorite thing? Was ‘spanking’ listed under ‘favorite’ on his list? 

“Should we talk first?” Arthur asked. “Have a conversation about what’s happened, or happening, between us?” 

“No,” Yvonne said, determined not to let him find a reason to turn her down. “We’ve talked, Arthur. Tonight is a blank slate. We’re not Arthur and Yvonne, theater rivals or whatever, here. You’re Master, or Sir, or whatever, and I’m Damsel, or whatever you want to call me, really. Call me Slut Two if you want. We’re two consenting adults who want each other, and we’re at an orgy, for fuck’s sake. So, let’s do it. Please?” 

Arthur checked with Selene again, then looked up as Kat and Katelyn entered the room. “Are you two okay if Yvonne and I… engage with each other?” 

“Of course!” Katelyn said, clapping her hands together in excitement. “Can I watch?”

Arthur nodded.  

Kat frowned, giving Yvonne a once-over. “I’d rather you ‘engage’ with me, but it’s fine. I can be patient.” She turned her glare toward Arthur. “But I expect one hell of a reward for being so nice. Like a proper one-on-one date night. Dinner, dancing, a movie, or whatever.” 

“Oh, we can negotiate for our approval?” Mindy asked, surprised. “I want storage closet time at work. Like, fifteen minutes a day or something.”  

“No, this isn’t a negotiation,” Rani said, swiping for Kat’s ass, but Kat was too quick; she lurched out of the way and stuck her tongue out at Rani.

“Knock it off, you two,” Arthur said. 

“Yes, my king,” Rani said as she sat back on her heels. 

“Yes, Sir,” Kat said as Katelyn slipped her arm around her and put her naked hip against her side. 

“You’re okay with our first time together being with everyone else here, even the people we don’t really know?” Arthur asked Yvonne. He gestured toward the hallway beyond the open door. Katie, Evie, Ana, Faith, and other voices floated through, but Yvonne had tuned them out a while ago. 

She focused instead on the people in the room. Kelly, Mindy, Rani, Selene, Kat, and Katelyn were all in a relationship with the man she loved. She knew Selene, and the two of them had already delved into sexual pleasure together, which wasn’t as weird as Yvonne thought it would be. It had proven fun, in a way. Selene was really good at it, and, well, Yvonne had cum a crazy amount thanks to Selene’s tongue. She reached over and patted Selene on the head. She used her other hand to take Rani’s hand, pausing her shoulder rub as she swept her thumb over Rani’s knuckles. 

“I’m okay with that, yeah,” Yvonne said. “I wouldn’t be here without them.” 

“And you want a spanking?” Arthur asked, raising one eyebrow. “You’re willing to submit to me, and not try to push for it the other way around.” 

Now it was Yvonne’s turn to express confusion. “I don’t want to top you, Arthur,” Yvonne said. “I’ve never wanted that in a partner. Being in control out there is one thing.” She gestured toward the door. “But in my fantasies you help me let go and relax, you make me submit to you, and I–well, that’s what I want.” 

Arthur cleared his throat, coughing into his hand as he hardened at her answer. “But you want to start with a punishment?”  

“Do you not want to spank me?” Yvonne asked. “I thought it looked fun, and you seem to enjoy it, right? Plus, it might be cathartic for you? And me. I owe you so many apologies and, well, a spanking would help me feel like I’ve paid my dues. At least, some of them. Mindy, sorry, um, what’s your harem name again?” 

“Whore,” Mindy said, without an ounce of shame. 

“Whore is right, right? You’ve imagined spanking me before,” Yvonne said. “So, now’s your chance. Live out your fantasy, Arthur, make me pay for all those times I’ve annoyed you, then fuck me into oblivion and let, Kelly, uh—” 

“Mistress,” Kelly supplied. 

“Let Mistress take care of the cleanup,” Yvonne said, trying to sound brave through her soft voice as it shook with lust. “Queenie and Slut have already prepped me for you, so I’m ready when you are.” 

Arthur blinked at her, considering her words, though she could see his physical reaction to the idea immediately. He was as hard as a rock between his legs. 

“How do you want me?” Yvonne asked. “Over the bed? Against the wall? Hands on the counter?” 

“No,” Arthur said as he stood. He approached, and Yvonne tilted her head so she could maintain eye contact, even if it took her a moment to peel her eyes away from his cock. “If I’m going to fulfill my fantasy, then I’m going to pull you over my knee, tan your ass until it’s cherry red, then hold you down and take you until you’re nothing but a quivering, obedient mess. I want you to blush with shame and lust every time you sit or look at me.” 

Yvonne gulped. Rani’s hands left her shoulders. Arthur snapped his fingers and pointed toward the office chair at the counter, the one Faith had sat in earlier. Mindy and Selene both hopped up to get it, but Mindy got there first. She wheeled it behind Arthur and held it in place. 

Arthur checked its position, nodded, and returned his attention to Yvonne. “Are you feeling green?”

“What?” Yvonne asked, confused. “No, I’m fine.” 

“Sorry,” Arthur said. “I meant it as part of the safeword system. Green, yellow, or red?”  

“Green light,” Yvonne said. “Yes, Sir. Definitely Green. Hunter green. Forest green. The greenest of greens. May I call you Sir? Do you prefer Master?” 

“I don’t think you’ll be doing much talking,” Arthur said. “Slut, get the ball gag from the trunk.” 

Yvonne tensed, but again, not out of any fear or rejection of what he was suggesting. On the contrary, she was on the precipice between dream and reality. Her fantasy was about to come true–her dark fantasy. She’d imagined Arthur as her Prince Charming over the years, sure, but she’d also pictured him as a darker prince from the fairy tales and dark romances she read. His barbarian outfit at the Faire had done nothing to quell her darker fantasies. 

Selene presented her with a red rubber ball attached to black leather straps that buckled like a belt. 

“Open your mouth, little Songbird,” Arthur said as he took the ball gag from Selene. 

Yvonne opened her mouth, both in surprise at the chills sweeping over her body and obedience to his dark tone of command. Arthur had used the nickname Rani gave her in passing, but Yvonne enjoyed it, a lot. She was a singer and had been ever since she and her mom sang along to the old Disney movies they used to watch together. Her love of theater matched Arthur and Selene’s, and singing was where her main talent lay. She’d sing for Arthur any time he wanted to play her angel of music. 

Arthur pushed the ball gag behind her teeth, and she bit down, tasting the bright silicone with its sterile plastic flavor. He fastened the straps behind her head, with Rani moving her hair for her and holding it in her fist. The slight pull on her hair made her close her eyes in pleasure. 

“If you need to safeword, just give me an SOS signal, three grunts, noises, or taps, okay?” Arthur asked as he stepped back. 

Yvonne nodded far too fast for Arthur to believe she possessed any hesitation. At least that was what she hoped. She wanted this, and it was starting. Already his hands had brushed her face while her cheeks burned hot enough to turn her face cherry red.  

Arthur’s hands swept over Yvonne’s shoulders, down her arms, and to her hands. He pulled her to her feet by stepping back, and guided her to stand beside him as he sat in the chair.

Yvonne stood with her feet shoulder-width apart, unsure what she was supposed to do or how she was supposed to lie across his lap. Arthur guided her, pulling her over so that she was facing the carpet with her hands out in front of her. Her feet remained on the floor, as did her fingertips, but her stomach pressed against Arthur’s thighs. His dick pressed against her too, and she blushed. 

“Slut and Queenie, each of you take a foot so she can’t kick,” Arthur said. “Whore and Wifey, each of you take a wrist and hold her in place.” 

Mindy held her left wrist in both her hands, kneeling on the floor in front of her. Kelly stood instead, leaning with her butt against the nightstand and her foot over Yvonne’s right hand, trapping it in place. She kept most of her weight on her other foot, but the pressure grounded Yvonne while the short, soft carpet beneath her palm comforted her. 

Yvonne gulped, trying to hold back the saliva in her mouth and the arousal flooding her as her eyes followed Kelly’s long, shapely legs. Selene’s arms wrapped around her left thigh, her stomach pressed against her calf, and Yvonne’s heel absorbed the warmth between Selene’s legs. Yvonne couldn’t see her head, but imagined it was bowed and out of the way. Rani’s hands wrapped around her right ankle, anchoring her with her legs spread much further apart than her hands. 

Kelly ran her fingers over the back of Yvonne’s head, massaging her scalp with her nails and pulling her hair into a ponytail. She didn’t offer a scrunchie or a hair tie, though; she held her hair in her fist, holding Yvonne’s head in place. 

Yvonne could barely make out Kat and Katelyn cuddling in the bed they’d been in before, watching her about to get absolutely wrecked by Arthur’s spanking. 

He rubbed her ass cheeks, alternating between each one as if warming them up. Perhaps that was what he was doing, though she was hot enough between her legs to melt the ball gag in her mouth if she moved it there. 

“Are you ready?” Arthur asked, lifting his hand away from her ass. His left arm was over her back, holding her against his lap. His right was in the air, poised and ready to strike. 

“Yeth-thir,” Yvonne said through the gag, trying to say ‘Yes, Sir’ and mangling it. Arthur understood, though, because he landed the first blow, and Yvonne’s world burst into stars. 

~~~

Arthur had to admit, spanking Yvonne was cathartic. For years she’d been mean and bitchy toward him at Theater Club, arguing and finding every reason to piss him off over every little thing. She’d tried to ruin his reputation on campus, which hurt his girlfriends, too. That was in the past, and he’d forgiven her, but between her diva nature and the frustrations she’d caused, he was eager to give her a piece of his mind. Now, he had his girlfriends holding her over his lap, and she was putting herself at his mercy to spank as much as he wanted.

Of course, his nature wouldn’t let her abandon her emotional, physical, and mental well-being for his sake. He wouldn’t thrash her, make her cry, and leave her ruined and desperate for release on the hotel room floor, even if that was his foremost fantasy. Still, she’d need a ton of aftercare after this. 

He’d peered through the doors to see that Ana was still in the break room with Kari, relaxing and cuddling together in their own form of aftercare. Guilt nagged at Arthur for not guiding Ana through it, but he trusted she knew what she was doing. For all he knew, the spanking he’d given her hadn’t even been an intense experience for her.  

This was different. Yvonne was new to this level of kink, and she was throwing herself over Arthur’s lap with a level of trust she’d never displayed. Even now, her soft naked body stretched over his lap with her smooth skin driving him crazy. Every breath she pulled into her diaphragm swelled her stomach and massaged his cock. She sucked in a breath every time he pulled his hand back, making him keep a decent rhythm. She was after pleasure through pain, not pain without pleasure.  

That every slap against her unclenched ass made her moan a different note put a smile on his face. She was a songbird, and one he intended to make sing. He kept his pace steady, and he didn’t know if it was an unconscious memory on his part, but he’d set the rhythm to a waltz. 

One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. He kept his spanks light in three-quarter time. Arthur wondered what sounds Yvonne might make performing on a sybian, or a one-bar prison, with her hands tied behind her. Perhaps she’d squeak in different pitches as he flicked a crop against her nipple-clamped breasts for every mistake. Kinky singing lessons were a fantasy he didn’t know he had, but the very thought made him want to take Yvonne, stick her in a dungeon, and make her sing.  

Was she looking for a relationship? That was probably a different conversation, but he imagined they’d have it soon enough. Domming her for a night would definitely lead to a ‘what are we to each other’ conversation. Was she looking for a place to live? No, she lived in the same dorm as Rani, so she didn’t need to move into the house, and the earliest she could do so was between semesters. He was getting ahead of himself, letting his fantasies run away with him as he spanked her. 

Her pale, porcelain ass burned pink as his palm stung from the effort, but he didn’t mind the pain. It was minimal compared to what he was inflicting, and if his hand burned too much, he’d tell Slut to fetch a paddle. He didn’t know if he’d get to spank Yvonne a second time. So, he might as well make the most of it and keep going until his arm got tired, or she signaled her safeword. 

He kept his ears open for her responses, and all that reached him was the sweet melody of her cries echoing his spanking against her. The heat coating her ass warmed his hand with each slap, and the pink on each cheek turned red. Each strike added another gradient layer until her cheeks were crimson. He spread the strikes out, focusing so that the thickest part of her thick ass was the deepest red. Soon, no inch of porcelain remained below her back or above her thighs. 

Her high soprano cries of joy had become low alto moans of lust over the course of the spanking. The grips on her legs and arms had tightened. Her arousal leaked from her pussy onto his thigh, and it tempted him to play with her, but he held back. He kept his hand dry as he spanked her, loving every minute of only teasing her with the pressure of her mound pushing against his thigh with every smack. 

Kat and Katelyn watched from the bed, holding each other. Katelyn was the big spoon, with Kat curled up beneath the taller girl’s limbs. Katelyn had her leg hooked over Kat’s hip. If she’d been wearing a strap-on, she might have been fucking Kat’s ass. Without one, Arthur imagined that Katelyn’s heat was warming Kat’s ass almost as much as Arthur’s hand warmed Yvonne’s. Kat kept her eyes nearly shut, peering through her lashes to watch Yvonne’s spanking. Katelyn watched with rapt attention, her fingers tapping against Kat’s sternum to count every strike. 

Arthur hadn’t counted the spanks he gave Yvonne, nor had she. He wondered if anyone had, but the count wasn’t important. He was going off the results, not only on her ass, but in his spirit. Each blow lightened the heaviness of the day from his shoulders. It lightened his spirit, making him feel better not only about Yvonne and what she’d done, but about everything. Last night with Lynn, today with Angie, every bitter, angry, and violent emotion in his spirit leaked out. Each time his palm made her red ass bounce, more of it left him, until he had nothing left.

He could no longer see the shape of his hand on Yvonne’s ass cheeks. Instead, a field of mottled red across her crack faded into fuzzy pink at the edges. She’d soaked his thigh, and had done enough trembling at one point he thought she might have had a small orgasm from the spanking. Her low moans had turned into a scream, but he’d spanked her through it, and then she’d gone quiet, breathing, taking her beating like a good girl. 

He stopped spanking her, and she caught her breath, not moving or twisting to see what was going on, but floating as the sting crept into her cheeks. Yvonne’s submissive nature had surprised him. He’d thought for sure she’d be more dominant, but then again, it wasn’t as if switches didn’t exist. Kelly and Rani both had dominant streaks, but they switched and submitted to Arthur. He wondered if Yvonne would be like that, or if she wanted to leave her dominance in the real world and submit in the bedroom.  

“Slut,” Arthur said, breaking the silence after he stopped spanking Yvonne. “Get six medium pieces of rope from the trunk.” 

Selene released Yvonne’s leg and fetched what Arthur requested from the trunk. She laid the rope on the bed and waited, head bowed, for further instructions. “Kelly, help Yvonne to the bed, put her face up, sideways, with her ass at the edge.” 

“Sure thing, Mister,” Kelly said, lifting Yvonne to an upright position. 

Yvonne, for her part, moved as if half-asleep. Her eyes were heavy and half-lidded, looking from person to person without seeing them. She moaned as Kelly made her sit on the edge of the bed. Her expression of pain and pleasure flowed around the ball gag in her mouth in a long, steady note. 

“That’s it,” Kelly whispered. “Good girl. You took your spanking so well. I’m so proud of you, honey.” 

Goosebumps erupted over Yvonne, and Arthur smiled to see them. His thigh was slick with her arousal, and he could see it glistening between her legs as he took the rope. He fastened a rope cuff around each wrist, but didn’t tie them together. He left lengths of rope hanging from each cuff and offered the first to Kelly and the other to Mindy. 

“Hold these. Keep her arms above her head,” Arthur said. 

“Yes, Boss,” Mindy said, using the rope cuff to pin Yvonne’s left arm above her on the mattress. Kelly did the same, sliding away from cradling Yvonne’s head in her lap as she had been. 

Yvonne stared up at the ceiling, then lowered her eyes to Arthur. The ball gag in her mouth kept her from asking questions, but she moved her legs as he guided them and offered no protest or signal. 

“Still at a green?” Arthur asked. 

Yvonne nodded, though it wasn’t quick. Her movements were sluggish, with a significant delay between question and answer. He checked her breathing and pulse, but she was okay, just enjoying herself. 

Arthur tied her left leg, then her right one, into a frog tie. He cuffed her ankles, then used the rope to lash each calf to its thigh. Then he used the fifth and sixth bits of rope to fasten around the column ties he’d made. He offered one to Rani, and the other to Selene, as if handing them a leash for each leg. 

“Keep her spread open for me,” Arthur said. 

“Yes, Master,” Selene said. 

“Yes, my king,” Rani said, rubbing herself as she put her knee on the bed and drew the rope under herself, pushing her pussy against it. Selene mirrored her, but didn’t rub herself. 

“Don’t forget a condom,” Kat said, pointing at the bowl on the nightstand. 

“Get off your ass and help me,” Arthur said, making Kat’s eyes flash open. “Put the condom on me, Brat, but make sure I’m nice and hard first.” He was, but it gave Kat an excuse to suck his cock for a few strokes before she rolled the condom over him. “Pet, make sure Yvonne’s ready for me. If she’s dry by the time Kat has me ready, you’ll get a spanking to match the one I gave her.”

Katelyn didn’t need to worry. He could see the wet arousal glistening over Yvonne’s pubes, thighs, and pussy from where he stood. Still, she pressed her lips toward Yvonne’s ear and whispered a question. After an affirmative nod from Yvonne, Katelyn crept over her, crawling into a 69 position. Whether by accident or design, Katelyn rubbed herself against the ball gag in Yvonne’s mouth as she lowered her lips to Yvonne’s pussy. 

Meanwhile, Kat crawled off the bed and dropped to her knees with a condom in hand. Arthur put his hand on the back of her head, but didn’t push as she took him into her mouth. She sucked, licked, and played with him, stroking him with one hand as she did so. 

Katelyn and Yvonne moaned together, singing a duet as Katelyn’s tongue danced against Yvonne’s exposed folds. 

“Oh, wow.” An unfamiliar voice to his right made Arthur turn to see Cynthia and Hallie standing there in their robes. “Wow,” Cynthia repeated. “Can we watch?” 

A flare of annoyance sparked in Arthur, but he pointed at the armchair at the foot of the bed. “Sit and watch, if you want, but keep quiet.” 

“Oh, uh, yes, Sir,” Cynthia said, pulling Hallie by her hand toward the chair. They both dropped their robes, draping them over the chair like a blanket between them and it. Cynthia sat and spread her legs over the arms, exposing herself, but with a purpose. Hallie knelt, her back toward everyone, showcasing her soft, curvy ass before it disappeared. She ate Cynthia’s pussy as Kat returned to sucking Arthur and Katelyn returned to eating Yvonne. 

“Where’d you get the rope? Can I have some to use on Hallie?” Cynthia asked. 

“I brought it, and no, you can’t. Now shush, or I’ll get you a gag to wear,” Arthur said, not appreciating further interruption. 

Cynthia flinched, then blushed, swallowing whatever words had started in her throat. She probably wanted to ask if she could get a gag for Hallie, but Arthur wouldn’t allow other people to use his equipment without his supervision. And he was too busy to supervise, or he hoped to be soon.

The brief interruption had caused a lapse in his erection, but Kat’s efforts soon had him ready to penetrate stone once more. She sucked, throated, and pumped him, then pulled away and turned him by his cock toward Yvonne. She rolled the condom over him, stroking him at his base with one hand once it was in place. 

Arthur stepped forward, standing between Yvonne’s tied-open thighs. He couldn’t see Yvonne’s face through Katelyn, so he tapped his dick against Katelyn’s face to suggest she move away. She got the wrong message from his prodding and swallowed his cock instead, throating him with her chin against Yvonne’s blooming clit. She was open and exposed to him, with the pink of her pussy lips reminding him of spanking her over his knee. 

“Roll away, Pet,” Arthur said, tapping Katelyn’s head. “Let me see the diva.” 

Katelyn sat up, then lifted her leg and moved away. She stood beside Kelly between the bed and the wall, holding on to Kelly, whose free hand wandered between Katelyn’s legs as Katelyn hugged her. Katelyn whimpered, humping Kelly’s hand as she played with her. Kat watched Katelyn, keeping her eyes on her as she sat on the opposite bed. 

Yvonne’s face was ruddy with heat and slick with arousal as Katelyn’s crotch pulled away. She couldn’t eat Katelyn, but she could rub the ball gag and her nose against Katelyn’s pussy as Katelyn ate her out. Katelyn’s efforts had not gone unreciprocated. 

Arthur tapped the crown of his condom-clad cock against Yvonne’s pubes, drawing her eyes to him. 

“Are you ready?” Arthur asked.  

Yvonne nodded, her head moving in little more than a tremble that shook her entire body. He notched himself at her splayed entrance and paused. This was it; one push of his hips and he’d be inside Yvonne. They’d done so much, but this was still a point of no return. Once he fucked her, there was no going back. He wondered if she realized how momentous this occasion was, if she could consent to it while amid her subspace haze. 

This was what she wanted, though, wasn’t it? The entire reason she was here tonight, and in his room, and had asked for this very thing. She’d more than consented every step of the way, and the only thing holding him back wasn’t his concern for her consent, but for his own. Did he want this? Did he want her? 

Perhaps it was fantasy on his part, or a self-loathed part of his ego, but he imagined that fucking her was a step towards claiming her. After this, she’d be his, and if he told her she was joining his harem and becoming his free-use theater club fuck buddy, she’d agree. Of course, that might not be how she’d react, but did he trust himself with that level of power over her? Was that just a fantasy? Was it immoral of him to want that? To want her and the others and claim them as his own? 

No, he’d been over it a hundred times. It wasn’t immoral. Each of his girlfriends was an informed, consenting adult partner, and their fantasies aligned with his. Yvonne was a rival, friend, and enemy who wanted the same things he did. They weren’t fighting or arguing against this anymore. They wanted the same thing: each other. Thankfully, he was in a loving, healthy, polygamous/polyamorous relationship that not only gave him the freedom to pursue the women he desired but encouraged him to do so. 

Arthur took a deep breath as Yvonne whined her need. She tried to push herself against his cock. The ropes on her wrists and legs kept her in place, even as the volcanic heat from her pussy warmed and wiggled against the tip of his cock. 

He pushed forward, sliding into her trembling, aching pussy as it stretched over him. The walls of her vagina didn’t clamp or fight against his intrusion. They were far too wet. Instead, they sucked him in and held him against her as though she were hugging him to her, refusing to let go. 

“Oh, fuck,” Arthur released a deep exhale as he arched his back, pushing himself forward until she took every inch of his thick length. 

Yvonne’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. She released a long, loud moan from her powerful diaphragm that would have reached the mezzanine if it weren’t for the ball gag in her mouth. She wiggled her hips, or tried to, but Rani and Selene held her ropes fast between them. The result was that she arched her back, making her moans louder as Arthur withdrew, then pushed forward, sawing in and out of her at a sedate pace. 

“You’re torturing her,” Selene said, half-accusation and half-realization. 

“I know,” Arthur said. “I want her to act as desperate as she is, moaning, trembling, wiggling, desperate for release before I let her cum again. She’s going to moan for me with my cock lodged deep inside her until she’s nothing but a mindless hole for me to fuck.” 

Yvonne moaned, and several others chorused her moan as she trembled beneath him. Katelyn clung to Kelly, her legs shaking as Katelyn came from Kelly’s hand playing between her legs. Mindy was holding the rope from Yvonne’s wrist behind her, letting the rope run between her legs as Rani and Selene were. She rocked her hips, but otherwise let Yvonne’s pulling keep the rope taut and pleasurable. Rani was fucking herself with her hand now, and Selene was following her example at a more sedate pace. 

Kat rested on the bed behind Arthur, using a pillow to cover her crotch as she masturbated to the scene. He wasn’t sure why she was using a pillow until he remembered they had more of an audience than before. Cynthia was holding Hallie’s head with both hands, shivering and moaning as Hallie played with her, using her fingers and tongue to please her girlfriend. 

Arthur grabbed the ropes around Yvonne’s thighs and calves, using them as handles to pull and push her against him as he fucked her. The slow start accelerated into a more normal pace for him, keeping his hips thrusting until they matched the waltzing pace he set with her spanking. On every third thrust, he pushed her down instead of forward. The motion drove her ass into the mattress and made her arch her back from the painful pleasure he’d spanked into her. 

For her part, Yvonne was loud. The ball gag muffled her cries at first, but over time she compensated for it, letting her cries, grunts, and screams of pleasure flow out of her with gusto. She had powerful lungs, and Arthur enjoyed making her use them, but it was well after midnight in a cheap hotel, and he doubted their soundproofing had her in mind. He half expected the front desk to call or the police to arrive, but nothing came except Yvonne. 

The first orgasm snuck up on her, it seemed. One moment he’d been pumping away, and she’d been moaning her pleasure to the ceiling. Then her moan cut off and turned into a tight clench of her throat and the rest of her muscles as she imploded. He felt her shaking against him inside her, but kept fucking her until she went limp; then he kept fucking her until she reached another peak, and another, and another. He didn’t stop, and she seemed determined not to signal a safeword until he came in her. 

She had to be sensitive, and he wondered if she was still enjoying this or if her pleasure had turned to pain yet. If it had, she made no sign. Whenever her orgasms subsided, she picked up her moaning again, encouraging him to keep going and clenching to keep him inside her whenever he tried to pull out. She wanted his release, and she’d earned it, but it was taking too long. 

“Girls, untie her,” Arthur said. 

Selene, Rani, Mindy, and Kelly jumped into action, untying the knots that bound Yvonne’s limbs in place while he fucked her. Katelyn crawled over the bed and rejoined Kat, having recovered from her standing orgasm. She’d clutched and cuddled Kelly after it passed, but with Kelly moving so much to untie Yvonne, she sought more comfortable cuddle partners. Kat accepted her with open arms, and Katelyn crawled into them as Kat rolled onto her back. Kat spread her legs, letting Katelyn lie between them with her head on Kat’s breasts for a pillow. They held each other as they watched the scene unfold on the other bed. 

With the ropes off Yvonne, her limbs fell slack against the bed. She tried to move them, but they flopped as if she were boneless, and she surrendered herself to her fate. 

“Do you want me to stop?” Arthur asked, pausing inside her. 

Yvonne shook her head and said something indiscernible through the gag. Arthur nodded to Kelly, who unbuckled and removed the gag. It glistened with Yvonne’s saliva and dripped as it rested on the mattress beside her. Yvonne worked her jaw for a moment, regaining control of her mouth now that she was free. 

“No, please, keep going,” Yvonne said, begging. “Use me, Arthur. Cum in me. I’m tired, and I can’t help much, but please, I want you to use me, Arthur. My prince. Fuck me as hard as you want. Harder than you have been. Go all out. Unleash yourself, like you did with Evie. I want you to.” 

Arthur glanced at the others. Selene, Kelly, Rani, and Mindy nodded their encouragement. 

“You heard her, Master,” Selene said, putting her hand on Arthur’s hip. “Don’t hold back. Show everyone what you can do.” 

“If she screams, I need someone to keep her quiet,” Arthur said. 

“I volunteer,” Rani said, raising her hand. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Yvonne’s torso. “Are you okay with this?” 

“Yeah,” Yvonne said. “I mean, yes, my queen.” 

Rani leaned forward, lowering her pierced nipples to Yvonne’s mouth. Arthur knew that Yvonne sucking on them wouldn’t give Rani much pleasure. But they gave Yvonne something to do, and Rani could rub herself against Yvonne’s torso as he fucked her. 

Selene stood by his side, keeping a hand on him but not getting in his way. “I wish you were fucking her raw.” She frowned. “Maybe next time?” 

Arthur grunted, not committing to a next time just yet, even though he knew this wouldn’t be the last time he and Yvonne did something together. 

Mindy held Rani’s shoulders, holding her in place and stabilizing her from the other side of the bed. Kelly sat, groping herself as she watched the scene from her seat by the pillows. 

Arthur remained hard and lodged inside Yvonne, whose intense wet heat soaked into his length. He braced himself, getting into position as he lifted her by the hips. Raising her the way he did made Rani fall forward, but Mindy braced her, then lifted her so Yvonne could move.

Yvonne was rag doll-limp, letting her legs hang free over the edge of the bed. He paused, making sure no SOS came from the new position, and then he fucked her. He was hard, brutal, and fast, fucking her for his pleasure rather than hers. She spasmed against him another time, then another, crying her pleasure into Rani’s chest as Arthur pounded her hard enough to move the bed. 

Cynthia and Hallie cuddled in the armchair, watching well after Cynthia had orgasmed from Hallie’s oral efforts.

“Wow,” Hallie whispered. “Now that’s a barbarian.” 

Kelly chuckled, sliding off the bed and joining Hallie and Cynthia. They had a whispered conversation as Arthur continued fucking Yvonne, using her body for his pleasure. After a moment, and a few nods between them, Hallie lay with her feet on the floor on the opposite side of the bed from Arthur. Cynthia took the position beside her, holding her hand as Kelly stepped between Hallie’s legs with the strap-on. 

Selene grabbed a condom for her, and Arthur watched Kelly’s breasts swing as she fucked Hallie, making out with her and Cynthia as they played together beside him. She kept her rhythm in time with Arthur, but used much less force. Still, it kept the bed from sliding. 

The soft, bouncing motions of Hallie’s breasts, the ever-present crimson blush high across her cheekbones, and the noises she made were adorable. Meanwhile, Yvonne, Rani, Mindy, Selene, and Arthur seemed to work as a choir of their own. Arthur’s grunts, Selene’s whine, Rani’s moans, Mindy’s kisses against Rani, and Yvonne’s gasps overwhelmed any other noises in the room. 

Sweat dripped from Arthur’s rigid muscles as he fucked Yvonne, exerting himself well past his usual limits to draw out his climax. Every muscle in his body protested the abuse and burned from tensing as though he were mid-workout or run. His heart thundered, and he wondered if he didn’t have another orgasm in him, until he felt it building deep within himself. 

It took time, but Yvonne was still wet, and he’d lost track of the number of times her body spasmed against him as he fucked her. Finally, the sights, sounds, moans, and stimulation were too much for him. He came, filling the condom inside Yvonne with the last ounces of cum left in him. His soul drained away, and every muscle gave up the ghost as relaxation swept over him like an ocean wave, nearly knocking him off his feet. He remained upright by Selene’s grip around him, and his hand on Rani’s back as he stopped pumping his hips into Yvonne and went still. 

Yvonne moaned, her eyes fluttering as she quivered against him, pushing his pleasure into overdrive. Panting, Arthur withdrew. His cock softened, but that didn’t stop Selene from diving for it. She sucked it, condom and all, then pulled the condom off him and tied it off. 

Arthur fell forward onto the bed beside Yvonne and rolled onto his back to give Rani room to dismount. He panted, catching his breath as Yvonne did the same next to him. 

“Was that what you wanted?” Arthur asked, looking at Yvonne. 

“Fuck yes,” Yvonne said, barely able to get the words out. She made a hand motion beside her forehead that Arthur supposed meant ‘mind-blown.’ “Arthur, that was—you are—words are—fuck.” 

Rani and Mindy giggled, stopping their make-out session to turn their attention toward Yvonne. “Right?” Mindy asked. “Now imagine having to fix your skirt and go back to work at the office.” 

Selene rubbed Arthur’s thigh and Yvonne’s, kneeling between them. “Don’t fall asleep, Master.” 

Arthur chuckled. He wanted to. ‘Exhausted’ was an understatement. The exertion wasn’t that much for him, but after a day outdoors and walking at the Faire, plus the other exertions he’d had during the day? He had no energy left and wanted nothing more than to crawl under the covers, close his eyes, and sleep for a century. 

But he couldn’t. He had responsibilities as a Dom, and this was Yvonne’s first time with kink. More than ever, she’d need someone to cradle her and guide her through aftercare, even if the domination/submission aspects hadn’t been as intense as Arthur was used to. Kelly had offered to help with the cleanup, but aftercare was between him and Yvonne. Kelly could watch, though. It would be good training for her. 

“Slut,” Arthur said, still catching his breath. “Run a hot bath in the tub.” 

“Right away, Master,” Selene said, leaving the bed. 

“Yvonne?” Arthur asked, looking to his side. He expected her to be asleep, but her eyes were open, gazing at him as if he had set the sun and moon in the sky. He looked past her to see Cynthia, Hallie, and Kelly cuddling in a pile at the foot of the bed. They must have finished and were recovering. Kat and Katelyn were still in the same position as they had been, with Katelyn lying face-down on Kat, using her breasts for a pillow. Kat had pulled a sheet over them, and it looked as if Katelyn was asleep and Kat was nearly asleep herself. 

“Yes, my prince?” Yvonne asked.

Arthur chuckled at that. “More a beast than a prince.” 

“Yes, my beast?” Yvonne asked, taking his correction without objection, which might have been the first time ever. Was that all it took to get her to listen to him? Damn. 

Arthur chuckled at the nickname. He tried, and failed, to rouse himself and prop himself up on his elbow to look at her. Instead, he rolled to his side, facing her and reaching for her with one hand. His fingers spread as his palm rested on her stomach, and Yvonne smiled. 

“You can grab my boob if you want,” Yvonne said. “I don’t mind.” 

Arthur snorted, and the others laughed with him, even Yvonne. “How are you feeling?” Arthur asked. “Are you hurt anywhere?”  

“Are you kidding?” Yvonne asked. “My insides are a mess, and my ass is on fire, but it’s a good heat.” 

Right, the spanking. The soak in the tub was a good idea after all. Cold water might even be a good idea, though it’d be uncomfortable. 

“Was I too hard on the spanking?” Arthur asked. 

“No,” Yvonne said. “I needed it, and it was good. It was more than I’d ever dared to hope for, but it’s something I’m going to feel for the next month. Jiminy Cricket. Were you holding back, or was that you going all out?” 

“Well, it wasn’t the hardest I could spank, but it was an intense spanking. I may have gotten carried away,” Arthur said. “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t you dare apologize,” Yvonne said. “I’m not sorry for any of it. I loved it, Arthur, I’m serious. That was amazing. The spanking, the ropes, the fucking. Holy cow, the fucking. I mean, that was way more intense than even my fantasies thought possible. I came so many times!” 

“How many?” Rani asked, curious. “And none of us are going to comment on her using a Disney character as an expletive? Is that a fucking thing?”

“I lost count,” Yvonne admitted. “Upwards of five, less than a dozen? And yes, Rani, it’s a thing people say sometimes. I think it predates the character? I’m not sure. My mom used to say it.” 

“Wow,” Cynthia said, not getting involved in the cricket conversation. “How many times did he cum?” 

“Okay, I’ll let the Jiminy Cricket thing go, but I fully intend to Google it later,” Rani said. “And yeah, he came once. Well, twice tonight with the face-fucking dog pile, but only once with Yvonne.” 

“Face-fucking dog pile?” Hallie asked, confused. 

“If it’s just women, do we call it a bitch pile?” Mindy asked. 

The girls laughed, and Arthur joined in. 

“Damn, how did you cum a dozen times from that? Are you sure you came, or did it just feel good?” Cynthia asked.

“It felt great, but no, those were orgasms. I can tell,” Yvonne said, still lying on her back without even trying to roll over or prop herself up with her elbows. “His dick was just so–” She looked over at him. “Sorry, I mean, your dick was just good. I came just from you sticking it in me, but I may have been pent up. It’s been a long time for me.” 

“Okay,” Cynthia said. “Now I know you’re lying. You can’t orgasm from something inside you. It’s your clit that makes you orgasm.” 

“Some people can orgasm vaginally,” Rani said. “Sounds like Yvonne’s one of them. If you’re so curious, hop on his dick.” 

“Really?” Cynthia asked, looking at Rani as if she were going to challenge that statement, but realizing she lacked the authority. If anyone was an authority on sex, it was Rani. She looked at Arthur, who waved away any interest in fucking Cynthia. Not that she wasn’t attractive, but he needed to tend to Yvonne.

“You don’t orgasm from things in your vagina?” Yvonne asked, looking at Cynthia. “What’s the point of dildos then?” 

“They still feel good,” Cynthia said. “But the clit is where it’s at.” 

“I mean, sure, but I can orgasm from either,” Yvonne said. “It’s super intense when it’s both.” Her eyes searched for Selene, but found Arthur. She blushed.

“You lucky bitch,” Cynthia said, making everyone laugh again.

Selene returned, slipping into the room and crawling over Arthur. She lay on top of him, resting her chin on his chest. “Your bath is ready, Master.” 

Arthur chuckled, patting her butt and giving it an affectionate squeeze. “It’s not for me. It’s for Yvonne. She needs her relaxation and aftercare. Does anyone mind if I walk her through it? Kelly, you’re welcome to join us.”

“Go ahead,” Rani said, answering for the rest of them. “We need a break, and some of us are tired.” She pointed to the other bed, where Katelyn and Kat were sleeping. 

“Aw,” Kelly cooed, rising from the bed and removing her strap-on. “They look so cute!” She whispered, setting the room’s volume low. 

“I know, right? Kat’s gorgeous when she’s asleep,” Rani said. “It’s only when she’s awake and opens her mouth that you realize how bratty she can be.” 

Kat opened one eye and offered Rani a middle finger from her hand on Katelyn’s back. 

Rani laughed. “See?” She asked, pointing at Kat. “That’s just rude.” 

The others laughed again, keeping their volume low so they wouldn’t disturb Katelyn. Selene slid off Arthur, pulling him by the arm as if she were going to lift him from the bed. Arthur was too relaxed for that, and without his help, her efforts did nothing to move his muscular mass. She grunted and stamped her foot. 

“Mistress, can you help me?” Selene asked. 

Kelly chuckled. “Come on, girls, let’s get him to his feet.” 

Hallie, Cynthia, Rani, Mindy, Kelly, and Selene moved Arthur into a sitting position by pulling on his arms and pushing his shoulders. Once he was sitting, he moved to his feet on his own power and helped them raise Yvonne from the bed. Once she was sitting, she hopped to her feet as the sensitive part of her ass made her realize how tender her butt was. 

“Come on,” Arthur said. “Let’s get you ready for bed.” 

“If you say so,” Yvonne said. “My prince.”