Harem House Chapter 51 Part 3 (Patreon)

Yvonne caught her breath, or tried to, standing beside the bed with her arms under her breasts for support. Other than Kelly, Kat, and Katelyn resting in the other bed, the girls filed out into the break room. They donned their robes for the trek across the hallway, leaving Arthur and Yvonne standing in the aisle between the beds. Kelly sat in the armchair, watching them with her feet on the bed. 

Manasa handed out water bottles; Yvonne took one, thanked her, and sipped. She didn’t finish the bottle, but set it on the nightstand. 

Arthur ran his hands over Yvonne’s shoulders, arms, and then wrists, checking where the ropes had been for marks or soreness. He didn’t even perv on her breasts. She wasn’t sure if that was a good sign. He’d rearranged her guts and her world, but so far he’d said nothing. Her skin had reddened in spots, but it wasn’t as if the rope had embedded itself. She hadn’t tugged that hard. Still, it wasn’t his inspection that struck her as odd, so much as his demeanor. 

The dark, savage prince hoisting her by her hips and fucking her until she was nothing but a brainless puddle of pleasure was nowhere to be seen in Arthur’s expression. Instead, the bright-eyed, studious man she knew was back, caressing her, holding her, checking her for injuries. She let him. Unsure why the shift made her far more afraid of him than his darker passions. They were almost alone together, and she was nervous. 

“How are you feeling?” Arthur asked. 

“I’m—” Yvonne was about to say that she was okay, out of reflex, but that wasn’t accurate. Moments ago, she’d been in a state of pure bliss. The world had fallen away. She’d floated through her empty mind, an abyss of pleasure. She might have called it an out-of-body experience, except that she’d been very much in her body. It’d been both overwhelming and the most euphoric experience she’d ever had, and she’d been high before. This wasn’t like that. It was just her, and Arthur, and sensation. Now that connection was gone, and she was back, and the room smelled of sweat and sex. 

She trembled, holding onto Arthur for support. “I’m not sure. What’s happening to me?” 

“It’s okay,” Arthur said, his tone soothing, a rock she could grab. “It’s normal. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He held her, and Kelly came up behind her, adding to her support with her hands tracing soft patterns across Yvonne’s skin. She couldn’t explain why, but it made her feel better. 

“What is this?” Yvonne asked. 

“It might be a sub drop,” Arthur explained. “It happens sometimes after an intense experience like what you just went through. Hormones spike. Now they’ve gone, and it can leave you feeling weird in their sudden absence. It’s adrenaline exhaustion, but with different ingredients. You might feel depressed or upset, but it’s okay. It’ll pass as your body regulates itself. I’ll help guide you through it.” 

“Why?” Yvonne asked. “I mean, why are you doing this? You have other girlfriends to play with; why spend more time on me than you have to?” 

“Because I’ve been trying to improve my aftercare. I’ve missed the signs of sub drop before. An intense session warrants intense aftercare. This isn’t play,” Arthur said. “I mean, it’s related in a way, because play is responsible for it. I’m responsible for it. That means I’m responsible for you. And taking care of you isn’t a burden; it’s part of the fun.” 

“But I’m not yours, right? I should go to my room,” Yvonne said. She turned toward the door, but Kelly and Arthur stopped her. She didn’t even take a step before they grabbed her and held her in place. Her heart threatened to tear from her chest; it was beating so fast. 

“No,” Arthur said, his grip on her wrist tightening. “You should let me take care of you.” 

Yvonne grimaced, trying to wrench her arm free. “I’m fine. I don’t need you to—” 

“Yvonne, I’m not arguing with you over this.” Arthur’s voice took on that hard, steel edge once more. His muscles were rigid, and the darkness that lurked behind his eyes pushed forward. 

This wasn’t a choice; it was a command, and Yvonne realized why his calm, peaceful demeanor frightened her more than his unleashed side. It was a mask, and she’d seen the real him beneath it. It was as if he could take the mask off any second, and she’d have no warning. That idea frightened her, aroused her, and did other things to her she couldn’t explain. “Arthur, please.” She couldn’t even explain what she was begging him to do, but she hoped her voice conveyed it. 

“Be a good girl,” Kelly said, soft where Arthur was hard. 

Arousal seeped into Yvonne once again, and Arthur nodded. “Yes, Yvonne, be a good girl. Let me guide you through this. Afterward, you can sleep until breakfast if that’s what you want.”

Tension tugged between them, as if he were half expecting the old Yvonne to emerge and tell him to fuck off. Perhaps she would have, if she weren’t so tired. Instead, she melted. He wanted to take care of her. Why the hell was she fighting that? She didn’t want their fun to be over. The only awkward part was Kelly being there, but even that wasn’t too bad.  

“Okay,” Yvonne said, still working through the roiling emotions inside her. “I mean, yes, sir.” 

Arthur smiled, but it was brief. He circled her as Kelly stepped back, and Yvonne remembered that she was naked. Not that it should matter. She’d displayed her body plenty of times tonight, but the inspection made her even more vulnerable. She wasn’t showing off or seducing him from a place of power. He was examining her and judging her. He held the power now, and that made his gaze very different. 

“Can I put on my robe?” Yvonne asked. “Please?” 

Arthur hesitated. “Are you shy now?” 

“I’m naked,” Yvonne said. 

“Yes, you are naked,” Arthur reminded her. 

“Exposed,” Yvonne said, trying to explain. 

“It’s okay, Yvonne,” Kelly said. “He’s just admiring you. See? You’re turning him on.” 

Yvonne glanced down, noticing that Arthur wasn’t as soft as he had been. “I’m not very sexy right now.” 

“Yes, you are,” Kelly said. 

“Am I?” Yvonne asked. 

Kelly looked at Arthur and gave him a meaningful glance toward Yvonne. 

“Yes, Yvonne, you’re sexy,” Arthur confirmed. “And I like your body, but I’m not judging you. I’m checking to make sure the ropes didn’t burn you anywhere or hamper your circulation.”

“What would you do if I had rope burn?” Yvonne asked. “Apologize?”

“I have ointments and lotions for that,” Arthur said. “I’m going to apply them to your butt, for sure, but I wanted to see if that was the only place that needed them.” 

“You’re going to—what?” Yvonne asked. She pulled away from him and turned so that he couldn’t see her butt. She covered it with flat hands, as if she were a child, but Arthur didn’t laugh. He smiled a patient smile, as if he’d wait for her to realize he was right.

“Bend over the bed,” Arthur said, pointing to it beside them. 

“No,” Yvonne said, shaking her head. “That’s okay. I don’t need any–” 

“Do what he says,” Kelly said. “You wanted him to dominate you and fuck you into next week, right?” 

Yvonne startled at Kelly’s sudden words, but turned toward her and nodded. “Yeah.” 

“He gave you everything you wanted? Tied you up, dominated you, and fucked you hard enough to make you forget your own name?” Kelly asked. 

“Uh, yeah,” Yvonne said, nodding. 

“Then do as he says. You owe him that much,” Kelly said. “Let him take care of you. It’s not always that intense, but it’s like a good workout or field hockey match, right? Intense play requires intense recovery, and you had an intense first experience with him. It was hot.”

“Makes me wish he’d finish up with you and come to bed,” Kat said, grumbling. “Now shut up before you wake Katelyn.” 

Katelyn mumbled something, squeezing her arms around Kat’s torso tighter, but she never opened her eyes. She was still using Kat’s chest for a pillow, asleep in her arms with Kat reclining against the pillows against the headboard.

“This is so annoying,” Kat said, but Yvonne didn’t believe her.  

“We’ll be quiet,” Arthur said, assuring Kat. “Here, lie face down on the bed, Yvonne.” 

Yvonne frowned, checking Arthur’s expression. Prince Charming was back, giving her no choice but to heed his advice and listen to him. She hated when he did that, as if he was automatically right. Her contrary nature fought its way to the surface, but she buried it. Fighting him on this wouldn’t do her any good. Besides, her butt hurt enough to admit she wouldn’t mind easing the sting and cooling the heat blushing her ass cheeks. 

“Fine,” Yvonne said. “Do what you have to.” 

Arthur guided her onto the bed, and she rested face down on the blanket with her head just below the pillows and her arms under her head. She turned her head to see Kat, Arthur, and the others. Arthur left her side, rifling through the trunk by the window until he found what he was looking for. 

When he returned, he sat beside her, put the ointment on his hands, rubbed them together, then brought his hands to her butt cheek. Yvonne hissed in a breath at the contact. The heat radiating from her spanked ass and the sting had been a dull hum in the back of her mind until Arthur’s hand brought it to the forefront. 

She deserved it. Hell, more than deserved it, she’d enjoyed it, too. She understood why Selene loved kink now. But unlike Selene, she didn’t have a boyfriend to do this with tomorrow night. Arthur wasn’t hers. He belonged to the harem, and he’d never be hers alone. Nor would he let her into the harem, so what was she? Just stuck between wanting him and having him, and she’d only ever have this memory. She hoped it’d be enough. 

Tears left her eyes, and she did her best to hide her crying, but it was no use. Arthur was too attentive, and he paid too much attention to her to let her crying escape his notice. 

“Shh,” Arthur shushed her as he rubbed the lotion onto her. “That’s it, let it out. It’s okay. You’re okay. You’ve been a very good girl tonight, Yvonne.” 

That only made her cry harder. She turned her face, grabbing a pillow and hiding in it as Arthur continued to rub and massage her, guiding her through whatever he was doing. He didn’t stop her from crying. Instead, he encouraged her to cry, rubbing her, holding her, and letting her relax. 

Kelly continued tracing patterns with her fingertips along Yvonne’s back and shoulders. It was soothing, even though it wasn’t a massage. “That’s it,” Kelly said. “That’s a good girl.” 

Yvonne melted into the mattress. 

The others checked in on them on occasion. Mindy, Selene, and Rani were getting ready for bed in the conjoined room where Manasa would sleep. Manasa was still in the break room. According to her report, the orgy was going well, though it was dying down for the night. People were tired, and while a few were still having their fun, most had shifted toward finding a bed to sleep in. 

“Is Yvonne sleeping in here?” Rani asked. 

“No,” Yvonne said, not moving or disturbing Arthur or Kelly. “I’m sleeping in my room. I think that’s for the best.” 

“You can share a bed with me,” Selene said. “If Master says it’s okay.” 

Yvonne hesitated. “Where will you sleep?” She asked, turning to look at Arthur. 

“I’ll be sleeping in Kat and Katelyn’s bed,” Arthur said. He pointed with his thumb to the sleeping beauties. “They won the tournament; it was a whole thing.” 

“I’ll be in this one,” Selene said, patting the mattress Yvonne rested on. “We don’t have to do anything, but we can if you want, if Master allows.” 

“I think it’s best if we wind down,” Arthur said. 

“Mindy, Manasa, and I are sharing one in there,” Rani said, pointing into the conjoined room. “Kelly offered Hallie and Cynthia her bed. They might join her on the other one.”

“Are you sure it’s okay?” Yvonne asked, looking at Selene, then at Arthur. 

Selene looked at Arthur for his answer, as if it wasn’t her decision to make. Yvonne followed her example. She hadn’t meant to look pitiful when she did it, but the recent tears must’ve helped. 

“It’s fine, I don’t mind,” Arthur said. “In fact, it’s a good idea. I’d feel much better if you slept in here with us than if you went off on your own when we’re done here.” 

“Is she okay, Master?” Selene asked, discussing Yvonne as if she weren’t there. “Did you break your new toy?”

“Oh, he broke her,” Rani said. “In the best way.” Rani patted Yvonne’s calf. 

“She just had an intense drop,” Arthur said. “We’re walking through it. She’ll be okay.” 

“I know what that’s like,” Selene said, rubbing Yvonne’s thigh. “Are you playing the scene over and over in your mind, making yourself impossibly horny again?” 

“Uh,” Yvonne hesitated. “No. Am I supposed to?”

“No,” Arthur said. “It’s different for different people. At least, that’s what I’ve figured out from my experiences with everyone.” 

“Always happy to help you learn, Master,” Selene said. She bowed her head and dropped to her knees beside him. 

“Well, if I ever have another girlfriend with sub-frenzy, I’ll be able to recognize the signs much sooner. That’s for sure,” Arthur said. 

Selene blushed. 

“Lori didn’t react to it the same way Selene did?” Yvonne asked. 

Arthur and Kelly froze, but Arthur broke the spell by shaking his head. “As I said, everyone’s different. Having a harem has been a learning curve for me.” 

Yvonne sighed, propping herself up on her elbows. 

“So what happens now? Selene and I cuddle and fall asleep to the sounds of you fucking Kat?” Yvonne asked. 

Arthur shook his head. “Now, you’re going to soak in the bath and relax; then you can dry off and go to sleep.” 

Yvonne rolled her eyes. “Is that necessary?” 

Arthur raised an eyebrow. “Do it for me and my peace of mind.” 

“What do you care?” Yvonne asked. “It’s not like I’m one of your girlfriends. You can toss me to the curb.” 

Arthur stared at her, and the defiance and hurt in Yvonne’s temper fled her. She recognized the pettiness and ingratitude in her words as she replayed them, and she shrank in on herself. 

“Sorry,” Yvonne said. “I know you wouldn’t do that. You’re not that guy.” 

“It’s okay,” Arthur said. “We need to discuss everything, but now’s not the time. You need to rest and recover. We’ll talk tomorrow, when you’re well-rested and back to normal.” 

“Is my being back to normal a good thing?” Yvonne asked. “You hate my personality, remember?” 

Arthur sighed. “I shouldn’t have said that, Yvonne. I’m sorry.”

Yvonne sniffled, turning away again and hiding her face in her pillow. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter. It’s stupid. I’m being stupid.” 

“No, you’re just chaotic right now. It’ll mellow out,” Arthur said. 

Kelly resumed tracing patterns on her back, and Yvonne’s impulse to argue with Arthur fled her. 

Arthur patted her thigh, and awareness of her nudity sparked through her once more. She clamped her legs shut, but it was useless. She pushed herself from the mattress, and Arthur and Kelly rose from where they’d been sitting beside her to help her up. Yvonne took Arthur’s hand, not looking at his face, which had the unfortunate effect of her gaze redirecting itself to his naked crotch. 

She blushed, then jolted in surprise as Selene thrust a water bottle against her stomach. 

“Um,” Yvonne hesitated, looking at Selene.

“Drink up,” Arthur said. “You need to hydrate.” 

Yvonne almost rolled her eyes, but she was thirsty, so she took the water bottle from Selene. “Thanks, Selene. I mean, Slut.” 

“You’re welcome, Songbird,” Selene said, smiling at her. 

Yvonne opened the bottle and drank. Life poured into her. She hadn’t realized how parched she was, but it was as if the water entered her veins and flooded her body with much-needed hydration. She finished the bottle before she realized it was empty, and Rani swapped it for a full one. 

“Damn, girl, you’re thirsty,” Rani said, making Mindy giggle as she walked past them. 

Yvonne chuckled, but sipped the second bottle before she took a break to breathe. “I guess I didn’t realize how much that took out of me.” 

“It’s an intense workout,” Rani said. “You should see him when he isn’t exhausted. When he’s fresh? It’s enough to leave you nothing but a husk.” 

Yvonne blushed. If that level of intensity was Arthur’s tired, she couldn’t imagine what a morning fuck with him would be like. Well, she could imagine it, but she didn’t want to leak again on her way to the tub. 

“Come on,” Arthur said. He guided her by the hand as Kelly held the bathroom door for them. “Let’s get you relaxed.” 

~~~

Rani couldn’t keep the smile from her face as she did the final lap for the orgy. Hosting one had been different than what she expected. For years, she’d imagined a posh hotel ballroom and people in masks. Silk privacy curtains, attendants with champagne, water, and snacks on silver trays, and kinky equipment scattered about. Yet that wasn’t meant to be her first foray. Everyone in costumes fit, but she’d expected it to be more Halloween-themed, or Masquerade. Still, she wasn’t complaining—quite the opposite. 

She’d had fun, and so had everyone else. From what everyone told her, the harem had a blast. Arthur hadn’t said as much, but he’d enjoyed himself. Rani might not know everything about him yet, but she knew him well enough to tell when he was enjoying himself and when he wasn’t. He’d cut loose, and he’d had fun. That was all she wanted. 

The hotel wasn’t grand, and it didn’t have a ballroom, but it had comfortable-enough beds that slept two or three at a time if they didn’t mind the squeeze. They had a few open beds, but that was only because there were a few three-person clumps. That was far from the end of the world. In fact, Rani considered it a sign of the orgy’s success. 

No one had gotten hurt, either physically or emotionally, and everything post-Faire had gone well tonight. Yvonne had hit a few bumps in her pursuit of Arthur, but they seemed to be over the worst of it. Rani wasn’t sure how they’d end up, but she found herself rooting for Yvonne. She’d been opposed to her joining the harem days ago, but the poor girl had won her over as time went on. Rani understood the frustration of yearning for Arthur. 

Rani checked the hallway. Most of the doors were shut for the night. Iris, Dave, and Faith had claimed Dave’s room, though only Dave and Iris shared a bed. Faith had a bed to herself. 

Ana and Kari had chosen to bunk with Mark and Maria, two to a bed. 

Katie was in Brad and Jen’s room, but their door was still open, though only Jen and Katie seemed to be awake. They were sitting on the edge of a bed, chatting about spider-themed characters. 

“Hey, Rani, if a character is Asian under the mask, is it racist for a white person to cosplay as them with the mask on?” Katie asked as Rani passed the door. 

“Um,” Rani blinked. “Honestly, I have no idea how people would react to that, but there are plenty of white characters, aren’t there?” 

“Yeah,” Katie agreed. “That’s fair.” 

Rani shrugged. “Do you two need anything else before I turn in for the night? Where’s Brad?” 

Jen pointed over her shoulder to the lump under the blankets in the other bed. “He passed out.” 

“Did he have fun?” Rani asked. 

“Oh yeah,” Jen said. “Thank you so much for throwing this, Rani. I can’t tell you how much fun today’s been. It’s expanded our horizons, too, and I even made some new friends.” 

Katie waved. It amused Rani to see the two women, bare-ass naked with a leg each folded under them as they sat on the bed and chatted about cosplay. “I guess Silk is out then,” Katie said. “I could do Jessica Drew, but I don’t have the hips for her.” 

“What about Mayday?” Jen asked. “You could pull off Spider-Girl.” 

“I might be able to talk Evie into an M2 theme,” Katie said. “She’d look amazing as American Dream.” 

“Fuck yeah she would,” Jen agreed. “Where is Evie anyway?” 

“I’ll find her,” Rani offered, seeking an exit anyway. “Have a good night, you two, and tell Brad I’m glad he had a good time.” 

Jen smiled, then stood up and hugged Rani. “Thanks again,” Jen said. 

Rani patted her on the back and pulled her robe closer. If it weren’t for the rules, she had a whole host of things she might suggest to Jen and Katie while they waited for Evie to come back, but now wasn’t the time. Nor did she particularly want to. Not when Mindy and Manasa were waiting for her. 

“I’ll let you know when we throw the next one, yeah?” Rani asked. 

“Please,” Jen said. 

“Yeah, that goes for me, too, if you’ll have me,” Katie said. 

“Of course,” Rani said. She smiled and waved farewell, wiggling her fingers as Jen and Katie returned the gesture and resumed their conversation. 

Rani checked the bathroom and closed the purse/bag storage room for the night. 

Just as she entered the break room, Evie stepped out of its bathroom. She gave Rani a bright smile and a quick hug that surprised, but delighted, Rani.  

“Have a good night’s sleep!” Evie said as she released Rani. “You’ve earned it!” 

“Thanks,” Rani said, holding her robe closed at the top. They both wore their robes, but Evie wore hers open, not bothering to tie or cinch it closed. She remained naked beneath it, giving Rani a view she appreciated.

“You’re all set, right?” Rani asked. “Do you need anything?” 

“Well, I usually wear a sleep mask, but I’m so tired I don’t even care,” Evie said, waving the worry away. “I could sleep until noon, I swear.”  

“Breakfast starts at six,” Rani said. “And we have to be out by eight.” 

“And they call Arthur the sadist,” Evie said, laughing. “That boyfriend of yours can wear a girl out. Have you ever thought about making molds of his dick for dildos? They make kits. I’d buy one.” 

Rani laughed. “I haven’t, but Selene probably has. I can just imagine her at a bazaar with a table of Excalibur dildos in different colors.” 

Evie laughed. “A bazaar? Is that an Indian thing?” 

“No?” Rani said, though her uncertainty turned it into a question. “I don’t think so. It’s just a type of market. Like a flea market, I guess. Or a yard sale, but big and organized.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” Evie said. “I guess she couldn’t sell them at the campus bookstore. Maybe at the Ren Faire.” 

Rani laughed. “I’ll suggest it to Arthur, but don’t get your hopes up.” 

“Oh, if he goes for it, I’ll be the first customer,” Evie said. “Unless you want to give it to me for free for giving you the idea.” 

Rani smiled. “We’d have to convince him first, and that might take a while. The man’s not as open about sex as we are.” 

Evie chuckled. “That fits. He’s pretty uptight at the office. I was kinda hoping that this was like, the real him, and the whole Clark Kent act at the office was a facade.” She frowned, looking at Arthur’s closed door. 

“Eh, it’s fifty-fifty,” Rani said, shrugging. “He enjoyed tonight. At least, I think he did.”  

“Oh, I did too,” Evie said, grabbing Rani’s hands in hers. “Seriously, Rani, this was a blast. Please, please, please invite me to the next one, okay?” 

“We’ll see if there even is a next one,” Rani said. “Arthur will probably take his time deliberating whether he enjoyed it enough to do it again.” 

“He better have enjoyed himself,” Evie said, chuckling. “Or I’ll be personally insulted.” 

Rani smiled at her. “Don’t worry, even if he didn’t enjoy the orgy as a whole, I’m sure he enjoyed you. Who wouldn’t? I have half a mind to drag you into an empty room and see if I can taste his cock in you.”

Evie chuckled. “Thanks, but no thanks. Twenty minutes ago, I’d have taken you up on it, but I am ready to sleep.” 

“You have a place to crash, right?” Rani asked. 

“Oh, yeah, Katie grabbed us a bed in one of the other rooms. We have to be quiet, though; apparently the guy in there passed out.”

“Passed out like a medical emergency, or passed out as in dead tired and fell asleep?” Rani asked, preparing herself to leap into action. 

“Oh, no emergency,” Evie said, holding her hands up to stall Rani. “Sorry, I just meant that he’s asleep. His girlfriend offered Katie the spare bed, and she wanted a cuddle buddy.” 

That sounded like Brad and Jen. Rani relaxed. “Enjoy,” she said, putting enough innuendo into her voice that she caused Evie to wink at her as she turned into the hallway. 

Despite the innuendo, the orgy was drawing to its close. Snores and whispers replaced the clamorous echoes of passionate sex and unbridled pleasure. Running sinks, flushing toilets, the rustle of trash can bags, and the low echoes of TV had even quieted down.  

Rani turned into Manasa’s room and closed the door behind her. It connected to Arthur’s room, letting her look in to see Kat and Katelyn asleep on the bed, and Selene lying on the other one. “Are Arthur, Kelly, and Yvonne still in the bathroom?” 

Selene nodded, watching the TV on mute so as not to wake Kat and Katelyn. 

“Are you okay?” Rani asked. “Do you need aftercare with all the bossing around I did?” 

Selene chuckled, shaking her head. She slipped off the bed and trotted into Rani’s room, pulling her from the door and closing it behind her so they could speak at normal volume. “No, my queen, I’m good.” She kissed Rani’s cheek. “It was so much fun!” 

“Right?” Rani asked. She looked over at Manasa and Mindy, who were sitting on the bed. Hallie and Cynthia were on the other one, watching an anime that Rani assumed Mindy had picked. The volume was low, but with the door to the other room closed, Mindy turned it up several notches. Everyone was in full relaxation mode, getting ready to turn out the lights. 

“I had fun,” Mindy said. 

“Did you get a chance to enjoy yourself, Manasa?” Rani asked. 

“No, but I’m still recovering from earlier,” Manasa said. 

“Earlier?” Cynthia asked. 

“Arthur and I had some fun with Manasa earlier, and so did Arthur and Kelly,” Rani explained. 

“Wow, he really gets around, doesn’t he? He’s like the town bicycle,” Cynthia scoffed. 

“Not quite,” Rani said. “But we have fun. Did you two have fun?” 

Cynthia nodded. “I had my doubts when this whole night started, but damn. I’m going to remember tonight for the rest of my life. This was crazy and amazing. I just wish your boyfriend wasn’t so stingy with his gear.”

“He’s not stingy,” Selene said, surprisingly calm. “He’s protective of people, even those he doesn’t know. If he weren’t busy, he probably would have shown you how to use whatever you wanted. He’d be a great teacher if people wanted to learn more about kink.” 

Cynthia rolled her eyes. “Like I need someone mansplaining how to dominate my girlfriend to me.”

Hallie appeared uncomfortable, squirming beside Cynthia.

“How long have you been a dom?” Selene asked. “When was the first time you tied someone up?”

“A few weeks ago?” Cynthia asked, looking at Hallie. “And it went great, right, Babe?”

“We had fun,” Hallie said. 

“Well, I hope you had fun tonight,” Rani said, cutting in before Selene said anything aggressive. 

“Oh, yeah,” Cynthia said. “I’d do another one.” 

“Yeah,” Hallie said, yawning and cuddling closer to Cynthia. “I agree. Thank you for inviting us.” 

Rani nodded. “It was my pleasure to have you.” 

“I’ll bet it was,” Cynthia said, laughing at her own joke. She was alone in her laughter, though. 

“What are you watching?” Selene asked, looking at the TV. “Ooo, My Hero Academia!” She sat on the floor between the beds and hugged her knees as she watched. 

Rani laughed. She dropped her robe and climbed into bed between Mindy and Manasa, sliding under the covers and putting her arms around them. Mindy and Manasa were naked as well, and they cuddled into her as she turned her attention toward the TV and yawned. 

“Tonight’s been a great night,” Rani said. She kissed Mindy’s cheek. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Queenie,” Mindy said, squeezing her. “Sleepy?” 

“Hmm,” Rani said, mulling it over. “Not yet.” 

~~~

Arthur knelt beside the tub, relaxed despite the weirdness of the situation. Kelly knelt next to him, and both of them were running their hands over Yvonne, washing her, rinsing her, and letting her relax under their gentle caresses. The water had cooled from piping hot to comfortably warm, but it would soon be tepid. Yvonne had a difficult time sitting in the tub, so she’d laid down as much as she could and kept her butt off the tub’s floor. 

“How are you feeling?” Arthur asked. 

“I’m exhausted,” Yvonne said. “Is this what people mean when they say they feel like they’ve run a marathon?” 

Arthur chuckled. “I’m not sure.” 

“But you’ve run marathons,” Yvonne said, surprised. “The whole theater group went out to cheer you on at that fundraiser for the children’s hospital one, remember?”  

“I have run multiple marathons,” Arthur said, agreeing with her. “But I’ve never experienced a sub drop myself. I’m always on this side of it, helping others through it.” 

“Never? Lori never topped you?” Yvonne asked. 

“She tried once,” Arthur said. “It didn’t work out for us.” 

“How fast did you say the safeword?” Yvonne asked. 

“I had a panic attack,” Arthur said. “It brought up some bad memories.” 

“Oh, shit,” Yvonne said. “Arthur, I’m sorry, I didn’t–” 

“It’s okay,” Arthur said, running his hand over her shoulder and massaging her. “I won’t go into details right now, but I’m getting better about talking about it. Kelly would probably be able to offer a better comparison, though, between sub drop and marathon running.” 

“It’s similar, but you’re less ache-ridden,” Kelly said, having experienced both. “You’ll sleep well tonight, so long as you do it face-down. The redness and pain will fade. A few days and you’ll be on your knees begging for another spanking like a good girl.” 

“Mm,” Yvonne hummed in agreement. “Thank you, both of you, for helping me relax. It’s a bit weird, but a girl could get used to this. I enjoy being pampered.” 

Arthur chuckled. “Apparently you also enjoy getting bent over my knee and spanked hard enough to make my hand sting.” He shook his hand, dipping it into the water as if to cool it off. 

Yvonne grinned. “Both can be true, Arthur. I’m a complicated woman.” 

“Of that I have no doubt,” Arthur said. 

“Is the aftercare always this intense?” Yvonne asked as Kelly sat on the edge of the tub and rubbed her foot. 

“No,” Arthur said, shaking his head. “The sessions aren’t always that intense either, or as formal. This was definitely a unique situation.” 

“Should we talk about it?” Kelly asked. “You’ve been turning Yvonne down all day, and before today, but tonight you finally accepted her. Are we adding her to the harem?” 

“That’s complicated,” Arthur said. “And not entirely my decision.” 

“True,” Kelly said. “But I think most of the girls are on board.” 

Yvonne stayed quiet. 

“Do you want to join the harem, Yvonne?” Kelly asked. 

“I’m not sure that’s a decision she should make right now,” Arthur said, cutting in before Yvonne had a chance to answer. “Sleep on it, and come back to it when you’ve had some time to process.” 

“Do you not want me in your harem?” Yvonne asked, looking at Arthur. “You’re polycule, I mean. I should probably stop calling it a harem.” 

“You can call it what it is,” Kelly said, chuckling. “It’s a harem.” 

“Is me joining the harem even an option?” Yvonne asked.

“I’m not sure that’s a decision I should make right now either,” Arthur said. 

“But if you were to make the decision right now, would you consider dating me? Or am I just a fuck buddy?” Yvonne asked. “Do you like me for more than my body, or am I just a warm body?” 

“Those aren’t the only two options,” Arthur said. “We’re friends, and—” 

“We’re past friends,” Yvonne said, cutting him off. “Don’t stick me back in the box like that, Arthur. I won’t go quietly. We’re fuck buddies at the very least, but I’d be willing to be more than that, if you want me, and the harem accepts me.” 

“We’ll see,” Arthur said, still not sure if now was the right time to discuss this. “I’m not saying no, or yes, tonight.” 

“But–” 

“That’s not a no,” Kelly said, interrupting Yvonne’s protest as she rubbed Yvonne’s other foot. “That’s a let’s come back to this when it isn’t two in the morning, and we’re all loopy from exhaustion and sex, so we can give it the proper consideration you deserve.” 

“Okay,” Yvonne said. “But don’t go sticking me back in the friend box, or the co-worker box, or whatever. I might not be one of your girlfriends yet, but I’m still your songbird.” 

“Okay,” Arthur said, chuckling as Yvonne splashed his arm. “Let’s get you out of the tub before you prune. I think you’re almost back to your usual self.” 

Kelly stepped away, drying her hands and grabbing a towel for Yvonne from under the open sink. She held it aloft, letting Yvonne step into it after Arthur helped her stand and step out of the tub. Kelly hugged the towel around her, and Arthur joined the hug, rubbing Yvonne dry between the two of them. 

“It’s no wonder Lori loved this so much,” Yvonne said, blushing as Kelly dropped to her knees and Arthur dried under her heavy breasts, lifting each one within the towel.

Kelly froze. She withdrew her hands from Yvonne and stood, wiping her hands on her thighs. 

Arthur didn’t say anything, but kept drying Yvonne. He wasn’t being cheeky with his placements, but they still made Yvonne blush as he rubbed her limbs with the towel. 

“Sorry,” Yvonne said. “Is Lori a sore subject? I keep mentioning her; I’m sorry.” 

“No,” Arthur said, paying more attention to his task than to her. “She’s not a sore subject.” 

“Kind of,” Kelly said, leaning against the counter and watching the two of them. “Arthur’s more forgiving than I am, I guess.” 

Yvonne arched an eyebrow. 

“It’s impossible to feel sad about my ex when my current girlfriend and I are rubbing down a hot, naked woman,” Arthur said. He blew Kelly a kiss before returning his attention to Yvonne. “Lori will always be part of my past, obviously, but I’m not upset when people mention her or talk about her.” 

Yvonne looked at Kelly. 

“Lori and I are complicated,” Kelly said. She sighed. “I just wish she would stop coming up tonight. The last thing we need is more drama this weekend.” 

Arthur nodded at that. “She texted me a few days ago, and messaged me a bit today. She’s been following the posts on social media, but I’ve been ignoring her.” 

“Not ready to talk to her?” Yvonne asked. 

“I’m not sure,” Arthur said. “Honestly, I’m not sure what I’d even say to her. Hey, Lori, how’s it going? Guess what? I have a harem now. You’ve met a few of them. Oh, and I spanked, tied, and fucked Yvonne at an orgy one of my girlfriends threw. It was great.” 

“Yeah?” Yvonne asked, smiling as she turned away from Arthur. “It was great?” 

“Yeah,” Arthur said, drying her back. 

“After what she did to you, she deserves the no contact she demanded,” Kelly said. 

“She did that to you?” Yvonne asked. “She just told me she’d be busy and then never responded to my texts.” 

“She gave me the silent treatment as soon as she moved away,” Arthur admitted. “And I respected her wishes for no contact, for a clean slate without distractions.” 

“She’s such a bitch,” Kelly said, almost under her breath but loud enough for Arthur to hear it. 

“She didn’t want to have to deal with a messy breakup when she was starting her new program,” Arthur said. “I get that.” 

“You’re a better person than I am,” Yvonne said, patting Arthur’s chest, leaving her hand over his heart. “But we knew that already.” 

Arthur shrugged, scratching the back of his head. Yvonne moved to her toes and kissed him. It surprised him, but he dropped his hands to her waist and kissed her with her damp towel between them. It wasn’t a passionate or sexy kiss, but a comforting one. 

Kelly set her hand on the small of his back and came around to his side. Yvonne ended their kiss, and Kelly resumed it, kissing Arthur with the same gentle embrace. 

“For what it’s worth,” Yvonne said. “I agree with Kelly. Cutting everyone off when she moved away was unnecessarily hurtful. It was like we were never even friends, and I wasn’t even as close to her as you two were.” 

Arthur nodded, but said nothing. Yvonne spot-dried a few places where droplets remained, then handed him her towel. They were both naked, but Arthur didn’t have another round in him. As much as Yvonne and Kelly excited him, he was too tired. He needed sleep. Or a pill? No, he needed sleep. 

“Well, Lori’s not a problem. Feel free to mention her if you want. That won’t bother me,” Arthur assured Yvonne. “I still don’t know what I’d say to her if I answered her texts, though.” 

“Tell her to get in line if she wants any of your time or attention,” Yvonne said, chuckling. “Your schedule is full.” 

Arthur blew out a breath and followed it with a dry chuckle. “You’ve got that right. I feel like I could sleep for a week, and we’ve got a few hours max ahead of us.” 

Kelly hesitated by the door, opening it for Yvonne and Arthur to pass through first. “Yvonne, can you give us a second? I need to talk to Arthur.” 

“Uh, sure,” Yvonne said, glancing between the two. “Good night, both of you. And thank you.” Yvonne surprised Kelly with a kiss, a quick one, on the lips. “For everything, tonight.” 

“You’re welcome,” Kelly said, rubbing Yvonne’s shoulder as she stepped away. 

“And thank you,” Yvonne said. She kissed Arthur too, a quick good-night kiss. “Good night, my prince.” 

“Good night, Yvonne,” Arthur said as Yvonne slipped through the door. Kelly closed it behind her. 

 “I have something I need to confess,” Kelly said, bracing herself. She held her fist in her hand, looking at it and not Arthur as she focused on what she needed to say. 

“What’s up?” Arthur asked. He truly didn’t know what she wanted to say, suspecting anything from a confession that she wanted help learning how to Domme to jealousy over how much attention he paid Yvonne. Whatever she had to say, he suspected it had more to do with Yvonne than him or Kelly. He was wrong. 

“That phone call I had earlier, it was with Lori,” Kelly said. 

Arthur wasn’t sure what she meant, but then he remembered her being in the bus bathroom when they got to the hotel, having a spirited conversation on the phone. Had she called Lori? Had Lori called her? He had questions, but she continued before he could ask them. 

“I blocked her on your phone,” Kelly said. 

His phone? Lori had called him? Or had Katelyn been snooping through his contacts and hit the wrong button? “What?” Arthur asked. “What happened?” 

“She video-called,” Kelly said. “Katelyn accidentally answered it. You were enjoying karaoke, so I took it, and we argued. I didn’t want her to keep calling and trying to get in touch with you, so I blocked her on your phone so she wouldn’t ruin tonight for us. I was going to tell you in the morning, I promise, but she keeps coming up, and I needed to get it off my chest before we went to bed. I understand if you’re upset, and you can spank me for it if you want to, but please don’t be mad at me, Arthur. I swear, I only did it because I wanted to protect you from more drama today. You deserve happiness, and life keeps throwing problem after problem at you. I failed to protect you from Lynn when it mattered, and Angie, and I—”

“Whoa,” Arthur said, holding his hands out to Kelly and pulling her into a hug. “Hey, it’s okay.” 

Kelly stopped. She’d been rambling, her words coming out in a crescendo that reached critical mass, and she was getting too upset to follow. So, Arthur pulled her into a hug and squeezed the panic out of her. “I’m not mad, I promise,” he said. 

Arthur checked his reflection as they hugged. He didn’t look upset, and he wasn’t. He kept waiting for Kelly to get to the ‘confession’ part, then realized she had. She’d blocked Lori on his phone and hadn’t told him immediately, but he hadn’t even seen his phone since the orgy started. The most he’d done was check the checklists while waiting for everyone to shower. 

When he pondered it, he supposed it was an overstep, but it wasn’t a reason to punish her. He appreciated someone looking out for him and being protective. It came from a good place, and not malice, unless it was malice toward Lori. 

“You’re not mad?” Kelly asked. “I didn’t lose my phone privileges?” 

“No,” Arthur said. He kissed her. “I’m not upset,” Arthur said when they pulled their lips apart for breath. “I probably should have blocked her days ago, or earlier today, but I didn’t. I’ve just been ignoring her and dismissing the notifications until I have a moment to sit and consider everything. Which, given my schedule and my apparently ever-growing group of girlfriends, is impossible.” 

Kelly chuckled. “Are you really complaining about being too busy fucking your gorgeous harem of girlfriends to answer your ex’s booty call?” 

Arthur raised a brow. “Booty call?” 

Kelly frowned. “Okay, not a booty call, but she was definitely in a low-cut shirt. It wasn’t an innocent call, especially given the timing of all the photos of you having fun with a whole group of hot women. And no, before anyone even mentions it, this is not a Katelyn or Yvonne situation. You cannot add Lori to the harem. I’ll veto that if no one else will.” 

Arthur chuckled, a genuine mirth filling him at the idea of Lori in the harem. “Don’t worry, she’d hate that idea. Besides, she’s on the other side of the country, she didn’t want a long-distance relationship, and I’m not interested in someone who hurt me as deeply as she did.” 

“Is that the first time you’ve admitted she hurt you?” Kelly asked, squeezing Arthur with her arms around his middle and resting her head on his shoulder.

Arthur squeezed her back. “It’s far too late to worry about this, and honestly, it doesn’t matter. Lori is in the past, and she’s staying there. So, I’ll leave her blocked on my phone. At least until I’m ready to confront her, and that won’t be for a while. I’m tired of all the drama. I want at least a full week of just enjoying my girlfriends before we take on any more. I’m looking forward to enjoying fall break, moving into the house, and Halloween.” 

Kelly kissed him. “I love you, Mister.” 

“I love you too,” Arthur said, squeezing her. “Let’s get some sleep, shall we?” 

“Yes, Sir,” Kelly said, smiling as she led Arthur out of the bathroom by his hand.

He left the bathroom door open to let it air out, but turned off the light. Kat and Katelyn were asleep together in the bed next to the window. Yvonne was already under the blanket in the other bed, with Selene cuddled up against her as her little spoon. 

Kelly checked the conjoined door and opened it to find Mindy panting with Rani and Manasa under the covers. Cynthia and Hallie were asleep in the other, cuddled under the blankets. Kelly shot Mindy a wink and shut the door. She approached Yvonne and Selene’s bed. “Is there room for one more?” 

“Of course,” Yvonne said, lifting the covers for her. “Mistress.” 

“Yes, Mistress,” Selene mumbled, half-asleep. 

Arthur approached the bed with Kat and Katelyn, trying to figure out how to slide in without waking them. 

“Master,” Selene said, more awake than before. “Can we wake you with a blowjob in the morning?” 

Arthur chuckled. “Yes, you may.” 

“Thank you, Master,” Selene said. “Sleep well.” 

Arthur lifted part of the covers, but the cool air must have woken Kat because she grumbled and rolled over. The roll sent Katelyn tumbling toward him, and she woke, blinking as she recognized him. 

“Hey, Big D,” Katelyn mumbled. “I was just dreaming about you.” She yawned.

Arthur chuckled. “Oh yeah? What was I wearing?” 

“A pirate costume,” Katelyn said, slipping out of the bed so Arthur could slip in. He crawled in, and Kat rolled over so her back was against his side. Katelyn took his other side, stretching her limbs over him and pressing her sex against his thigh. Her hand and foot rested on Kat. 

“A pirate costume?” Arthur asked. 

“You were Captain Hook,” Katelyn explained. “And I was Tinkerbell, and–” she yawned. “We fucked. Well, you fucked me with your hook, and kept me in a lantern. It was hot. We should do that.” 

Arthur chuckled, trying not to question the physical impossibilities of her dream fantasy. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your dream. Good night, Pet.” 

“Good night, Big D,” Katelyn said, already half-asleep. 

“Good night, Master,” Selene said. 

“Good night, my prince,” Yvonne said, much quieter than the others.

“Good night, hubby,” Kelly said. 

“Good night Slut, Songbird, and Wifey,” Arthur said. 

Kat mumbled something bratty, judging by the tone of it. 

“And good night, Brat,” Arthur said, kissing the back of her head. 

She let out a happy sigh and cuddled his forearm, hugging it to her as she slept. 

Arthur stared at the ceiling and closed his eyes, letting the gray room fade into the black behind his eyes as sleep rose from the bed and grabbed him. Today had been a long but wonderful day.