Harem House Chapter 52 Part 3 (Patreon)

Selene led the way into Arthur’s apartment, held the door open for Yvonne, and closed it behind her. Yvonne looked around, taking it in as Selene carried Arthur’s suitcase into his bedroom and returned. The apartment was well-organized and clean, but it had fewer decorations than Yvonne had expected. She’d half-imagined framed playbills or posters, and a record player with a collection of vinyl records. Instead, the apartment was bare of decor except for the furniture. 

“So this is Arthur’s apartment, huh?” Yvonne asked, looking around. “It’s about what I expected. Not quite, but close.”

She sniffed, taking in the aroma of a scented candle with a vague vanilla scent. Something salty with a hint of pine and what she classified as Arthur-smell lay beneath it. She wondered how often Arthur and his girlfriends had sex in this apartment, and in which rooms and positions. If her experience with him last night was any indication, she imagined every surface remembered someone’s naked back. 

The trunk sat against the wall where Arthur had left it. It reminded her of last night, not that she’d ever forget it. Yvonne shivered at the thought of doing it again, but in a more intimate setting. Her, Arthur, and Selene playing with ropes and toys from the trunk for the rest of Fall Break sounded like a good idea to Yvonne. However, she couldn’t bring herself to suggest it. Besides, she knew it was unrealistic, given how much homework she had. Even sacrificing her Sunday afternoon to help Arthur pack was a stretch.   

Selene gestured around the apartment, giving Yvonne a tour without moving from her spot in the center of the rectangular living room. “That’s the kitchen and dining area, the bathroom, Arthur’s bedroom, the second bedroom he turned into an office, and that nook leads to the hall closet and the back door.” 

“He has a back door?” Yvonne asked. She peered into the nook, which had a door on either side. 

“It leads to the back stairs. They lead outside and to the laundry room in the basement,” Selene said. 

“Oh, cool,” Yvonne said. She checked her surroundings again. The others had mentioned packing up the apartments, but she still lacked context. “So, Arthur’s moving?” 

Selene chuckled. “Yeah, the rent here is month-to-month. His parents have a house on the other side of campus, so we’re moving into that.” 

Yvonne didn’t miss the ‘we.’ “You and Arthur are moving in together?” Yvonne asked. 

“Well, me, Master, Brat, Wifey, Queenie, Whore, and Pet,” Selene said. She listed the nicknames as if they were the most normal names in the world. “We’re moving into the same house.” 

Yvonne swallowed. “Right, that, uh, sounds romantic.” 

“Would you want to leave the dorms?” Selene asked. “I’m sure no one would argue that you shouldn’t move into the house if you join the harem. The basement apartment is available, and there’s still a room upstairs if we don’t turn it into a home gym or playroom.” 

“Moving in with everyone sounds like a big step,” Yvonne said. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love Arthur, but moving in together? He’d have to ask me first, and we’d have to be on more secure footing than we are now.” 

“To be fair, it’s not quite moving in together. We’ll be renting the house, and he’ll also be living there,” Selene explained. “His parents are paying him to be the on-site maintenance guy and helping him save up so he doesn’t have to keep paying this two-bedroom rent on his own.” 

“Why did he get a two-bedroom, anyway?” Yvonne asked. “Oh, right, Lori?” 

“Yeah,” Selene said. “They moved in here last year, and then she left.” 

Yvonne nodded. “What a bitch, right?” 

Selene nodded, and Yvonne relaxed. 

“Is it assumed that if I join the harem, the polycule, whatever, that I’ll be moving into the house?” Yvonne asked. “Is that an expectation, or just a possibility?”

Selene shrugged. “I don’t think it’s an expectation, but it’s a great deal, and the more people that move in, the lower the rent is.” 

Yvonne didn’t want to reject the opportunity, but she didn’t want to invite herself to live with them either. That was moving too fast for her, though the others seemed excited to move in with him. She supposed she would be too, if she were in a committed relationship with him, and not whatever limbo she was in now.

“I’ll have to think about it,” Yvonne said. “And see the house, due diligence, and all that.” 

Selene nodded, looked at a notification on her phone, and put it away. 

Yvonne shifted her weight, unsure of what to do next.  

“Well, should we get comfortable?” Selene asked. 

Yvonne shrugged. “Uh, what do you mean by comfortable?” 

Selene dropped her cardigan onto the couch, lifted off her top, and unclasped her bra. She turned so her back was to Yvonne, but she had no clothes to change into. Yvonne realized she was stripping.  

“Oh, you’re—” 

Selene pushed her skirt and panties down, stepped out of them, and kicked off her shoes, leaving her in ankle socks, her chainmail collar, and nothing else. Then she kicked off the ankle socks, leaving her barefoot. Her butt jiggled with the motion. Yvonne’s mind flashed back to last night, when Selene knelt before the chair she and Rani sat in and used her tongue and fingers to rock Yvonne’s world. 

“You’re naked,” Yvonne said, surprised. She swallowed, trying to suppress the embarrassment that tinted her face and the arousal that warmed her. 

No embarrassment showed on Selene’s face when she turned around with a smile. She folded her clothes and set them on the coffee table. “Master said I could.” 

That was the only explanation she offered. 

“Ah,” Yvonne said. 

“Does it bother you?” Selene asked. 

“I, uh, well, it makes me think of last night,” Yvonne said. “When you and I, when we, um, crossed that line.” 

“When I dropped to my knees and played with you at Queenie’s command until you soaked my face?” Selene asked, her voice sultry as she met Yvonne’s gaze. “Or when I served you with my tongue and made you cum again and again until Master was ready to play with you?” 

Yvonne cleared her throat and squeezed her legs together, which didn’t help. “Yep. That.” 

Selene grinned. “Well, I don’t have permission to play with you right now,” she said. “But I can ask if you want to. I’m sure Master wouldn’t mind me helping you relax or getting you ready for him when he gets here. I’d love to keep you wet and ready, then watch him break you.” 

Yvonne didn’t know how to respond. The mental images Selene invoked overwhelmed her. She fantasized about Selene tying her down, only to toy with her, tease her, and arouse her until Arthur was ready to fuck her. Selene would use her tongue and whatever toys they had to make her gush, and Arthur would shove his cock into her and use her for his pleasure. She gulped but couldn’t find the words to say how much she wanted that. 

“Or we can treat it more like a locker room,” Selene said. She dropped her sultry tone and returned to normal while Yvonne stared at her like a deer in the headlights. “And be comfortable while we pack Master’s things for him.” 

“But you’re naked,” Yvonne said, as if that contradicted what Selene was trying to do. She snapped back to reality. 

“Well, yes,” Selene said. “Like I said, comfortable.” 

“How is being naked comfortable? We’ll be moving around, packing things,” Yvonne said. 

“You weren’t embarrassed to be naked last night, were you?” Selene asked. “Why be ashamed of your body now?” 

“I’m not embarrassed,” Yvonne said, though she was. The casual nudity was new to her, and while last night had been hot, it had been far from normal. The memories played through her head, wreaking havoc on her mind and body. She’d performed at a wet chemise contest, seduced her crush, gotten a spanking that left her ass still red, and fucked while tied up. Each moment was a Polaroid in her mind, and she wished she had pictures of Arthur fucking her, or Evie, the way he had. She needed to masturbate. 

“Don’t worry, one of the first things you’ll learn about Master’s harem is that there’s no shame allowed,” Selene said. “We don’t shame each other, or our kinks.” 

“No, it’s not that,” Yvonne argued. “It’s just, well, if we’re cleaning, organizing, packing, or whatever, nudity isn’t comfortable. Not for moving stuff,” Yvonne said. “Going without a bra like that?” She pointed at Selene’s naked, perky breasts, then hugged her own as if sympathizing with someone in pain. 

“Well, your chest is a lot bigger than mine,” Selene said. “It doesn’t bother me to go without a bra.” 

Yvonne pouted. “And Arthur likes that? Us being nude?” 

Selene shrugged. “He’s into lingerie more than nudity. That, and costumes. He loves it when we wear sexy costumes. The collar and lingerie combo is his favorite, though.” 

Yvonne turned contemplative. She could get a sexy costume. She had a few costumes, but none were the typical ‘sexy’ versions. Yvonne’s purchases leaned more theatrical than stripper-iffic. She didn’t even know if the boutique in Crofton that she bought her costumes from had slutty versions. Her Cinderella costume was a ball gown, not a lingerie set. As for the collar, she still had the black silk ribbon choker from her Cinderella costume, but she suspected she’d need something heavier-duty. 

She owned a few lingerie sets, but they were less for anyone else and more for her. Wearing them under her clothes made her feel confident and sexy. Modeling them for Arthur and/or the women in his polycule was more intimidating. 

“I don’t have any sexy costumes,” Yvonne said. 

“He bought a few from the adult store for me. Want to try one on?” Selene asked.

Yvonne laughed. 

Selene tilted her head, puzzled. 

“Oh, you’re serious?” Yvonne asked. 

Selene nodded. 

“Oh, Honey, no,” Yvonne said. “I appreciate the thought, but if he bought those costumes in your size, they won’t fit me.” 

“Want me to text Queenie?” Selene asked. “She’s out getting boxes, but I’m sure she and Manasa could stop at a Spirit Halloween for you, or the adult store.” 

“What would I even get?” Yvonne asked. 

“Well, we all got Slave Leia costumes last week. They weren’t that expensive,” Selene said. “You could get one of those, or play to one of your fantasies? What kind of lingerie have you always imagined seducing Master in?” 

Yvonne blushed and turned away, so Selene couldn’t see how she didn’t have to think long to conjure a scenario.

“Tell me,” Selene said. She gestured to the sofa. “Tell me your fantasy, Songbird.” 

Yvonne took the opportunity and sat on the sofa. “Which one?” She had to laugh at herself. “I’ve had a few over the years. I mean, haven’t we all?” Hell, she’d had one just a few minutes ago, but in that daydream she wasn’t wearing anything but rope.  

Selene nodded. “Tell me about it,” she said. “I have a particular green room fantasy we still haven’t done, but Fall Break is an opportunity.” 

“Oh, I have one of those too, like a changing room fantasy,” Yvonne said. “Asking him for help with a stuck zipper and letting things go from there.” 

Selene nodded. “Exactly. So, in your fantasies with Arthur, what do you wear?” 

Selene took the opposite corner of the couch, still naked, and turned to look at Yvonne, who kept her eyes forward toward the TV. Not that it helped. She could still see Selene’s reflection in the dark screen, but that helped her gather her courage. 

“Well, the most common one: I wear one of his button-down shirts, his necktie, and my socks, and he takes it from there,” Yvonne said. “He rips the shirt open, ties me up with his tie, and…” 

Selene nodded. “And?” 

Yvonne looked at Selene and knocked her hands together. “And then we boink.” 

They both burst out laughing as Selene’s curious expression shattered into surprised joy. She clapped her hands and nearly fell sideways as Yvonne laughed with her. 

“Sorry,” Selene said, speaking through her laughter. “I’m not laughing at you.” 

Yvonne was still laughing, too. “No, I get it.” She steadied herself on the sofa, turning more toward Selene as her laughter quieted. “Poor choice of words.” 

“Great choice of words,” Selene corrected her. “So, what are your other fantasies?” 

“Oh, well, uh, I get most of them from the books I read. Darker fantasy stories, stuff like that. So it’s a lot of me pushing Arthur’s buttons until he snaps, ties me up, and has his way with me,” Yvonne said.

“Hot,” Selene fanned herself. “I’m sure you’ll get to play a few of those, so long as you remember your safewords when he asks.” 

Yvonne blushed. She still wasn’t sure how Arthur felt about everything they had done last night, and this morning had presented no opportunities to discuss it. He’d had enough on his hands with whatever was going on with the Kats. She’d overheard snippets as the others discussed it, but hadn’t wanted to pry. Both Kats had her on their side if they needed her. Katelyn had helped her a lot last night, and if it weren’t for her, Yvonne wouldn’t even be in Arthur’s apartment. Kat, however, reminded her of herself, and despite her prickly nature, Yvonne liked her. 

“I’ll need to talk to Arthur when he’s ready,” Yvonne said. “I’m still not sure where we stand. We teased each other a bit this morning, but I’m still trying to make sure he understands my flirting. He grabbed my ass, which was a good sign, but the others have been taking his attention.” 

“Yeah, sharing the attention is tough sometimes,” Selene agreed. “But costume-wise, should I tell Rani to get you a Princess Leia? Is there any other costume you’d wear to surprise Master with something sexy? Schoolgirl? Nurse? Secretary? What about Christine’s slave costume from Phantom?”

“Would it be all of us, or just him and me?” Yvonne asked. 

“Let’s go with him and you,” Selene said. “For now.” 

“I don’t know,” Yvonne said, unable to conjure a specific costume to mind on the spot. She tried to think of sexy costumes with more character than a sexy cat, a sexy nurse, or other generic sets. “Christine’s not a bad idea. Or Jessica Rabbit? She’s sexy. Does Arthur think she’s sexy?” 

“Oh, you’d look great in that dress, and you could sing the part, too,” Selene said. 

Yvonne chuckled. “Thanks.” 

“I’ll let Queenie know,” Selene said. She dashed from the sofa and grabbed her phone from her purse. 

“I can Venmo her,” Yvonne said. “What’s her number?” 

Selene paused, reading on her phone. “She says not to worry about it.” 

“Oh, no, I should pay for it,” Yvonne said. “I don’t want to take advantage. Plus, I’d want to keep the costume. I could use it for Halloween.” 

“She says she’s deducting it from your modeling fees,” Selene said, showing Yvonne her phone. “And that she might pick some other stuff for you to model for her and Master if she sees something she thinks you’d look hot in.” 

Yvonne read the conversation. “Does Rani have good taste?” 

Selene nodded. “She’s got an expert eye.” 

“Okay.” Yvonne shrugged. “If it fits okay, I guess I’d be okay with her taking some photos of me in it. For personal use, not for posting.” 

Selene nodded, took back her phone, and texted Rani. 

“So, now what do we do?” Yvonne asked, reclining on the sofa. 

“We wait for Queenie to return with the boxes,” Selene said. “Just hang out and talk?” 

“But you’re naked,” Yvonne said. 

“Does it make you uncomfortable?” Selene asked. She covered her breasts with her hands, cupping them and hiding her nipples. “Would you like me to put something on?”

“No, I guess not, if you’re comfy with it. I’m just still not used to seeing this side of you,” Yvonne said.

Selene grinned, dropping her hands. “It’s freeing.” She tugged at the O-ring on her collar. “Being Master’s slave and slut is like, well, like taking a long hot bath and relaxing, letting your thoughts drift away until you’re blissed out.” 

“Even when he’s not here, and you’re not masturbating or having sex?” Yvonne asked. 

Selene chuckled. “Sex is an inevitable part of it, but it’s far from the only part. It’s the climax, the conclusion, but the build-up and the foreplay are part of it, too. That’s the fun part. It’s like playing a game or a role, watching a movie, or reading a book and losing yourself in it.” 

“For a few hours at a time?” Yvonne asked. 

Selene shrugged. “For as long as Master allows.” 

Yvonne lowered her lashes, considering what she should say next. “That sounds fun.” 

Selene nodded‌. 

“How do you keep it from becoming addictive?” Yvonne asked. “I had an amazing time last night, and I’m already thinking of things to do to him as soon as he walks through the door.” 

Selene giggled. “Me too.” 

“So, what should we do while we wait?” Yvonne asked. “It doesn’t look like he has much to pack, and we don’t have any boxes.” 

Selene waggled her eyebrows, then laughed. “Want to try on some outfits from the trunk? Or Arthur’s costume closet? You’re closer to Lori’s size than mine. I’m not sure what she left behind.” 

“Costume closet?” Yvonne asked, her interest piqued. 

“Follow me,” Selene said, trotting into the second bedroom. The running made her bubble butt jiggle, which drew Yvonne’s attention. 

Yvonne closed her eyes and took a breath. Everything had been so confusing since last night, but she rose and followed Selene.

~~~

“Thanks for grabbing these,” Arthur said, carrying in the last of the flattened boxes with Rani. The car had been full to bursting, but they split the contents as evenly as possible between his apartment and Kat and Selene’s. Manasa had taken the boxes to his apartment, and he’d taken them to the girls’ under Rani’s supervision. Manasa was making a second supply run. 

Rani sipped from the Starbucks cup in her hand, watching Arthur set the boxes down. Kat, standing beside her behind the couch, sipped from her matching cup. 

“You must have worked up a sweat,” Rani said. “Do you want to take your shirt off? We don’t mind. Do you mind?” She checked with Kat. 

“I don’t,” Kat said. “You can take your shirt off if you need to.” 

“Thanks,” Arthur said, laughing at them as he shook his head. “But the temp is cooler than I expected today. It’s very refreshing.” 

Rani cleared her throat, holding her drink and arching an eyebrow in challenge. “Don’t make me spill this on your shirt. I’ll do it.” 

Arthur threw his hands up in surrender and closed the apartment door. “Oh, it’s so hot outside, and it’s like a furnace in here.” He tugged at his collar as if he were sweating. “I have to cool off.” He grabbed the hem of his shirt and tore it off in one quick motion. 

Rani wolf-whistled, and Kat laughed. It was good to see her in a better mood. 

“Better?” Arthur asked. 

“Yeah, I think so. Kat? Your opinion?” Rani asked, looking at Kat. 

“Much better,” Kat said. “Those jeans look good on him.” 

“They’d look better on the floor,” Rani said. “But if he strips out of those, he isn’t getting any work done for at least another hour.” 

“I have to get this done,” Arthur said. “And then Kat and I have a date night tonight.” She needed one-on-one attention. 

“Eh,” Kat said, shrugging. 

Arthur looked confused. “Eh?” 

“I mean, I appreciate the thought, but I feel like shit, and I’m moody as fuck, and you never sent me a lesson plan, so what’s the point?” Kat asked. 

“We can make the lesson plan together, then do it. It’ll take your mind off things,” Arthur said. 

“Or it’ll make me overthink everything. It might piss me off that you’re half-assing our date because you couldn’t find time to prioritize it with your other girlfriends forcing a new one on you,” Kat argued. “You need to stop that, by the way.” She glared at Rani.  

“Oh, that’s not fair,” Rani said. “You’ve been taking up just as much of Arthur’s time as any of us with your storming off yesterday and your one-on-one time. And Yvonne’s not my fault. Besides, have you seen her? She’s hot and pretty. Can you blame me for wanting to fuck her? Besides, once you move into the house with Arthur, you’ll have more access to the hot handyman than the rest of us.” 

“Is that all I am to you, a tool belt?” Arthur teased. 

Rani examined his ‘belt’ area and grinned. 

“Kat, are you mad Yvonne might join the polycule?” Arthur asked. “Or is something else bothering you?” 

“I’m just in a mood,” Kat said. She sighed and folded in on herself, focusing on her coffee. “Rani’s right, I’ve been hogging you and far too co-dependent. And I’m still trying to figure things out with Katelyn.” 

Rani and Arthur shared a look. 

“Besides,” Kat said, not seeing the exchange. “Everyone else is here. It’d be rude to fuck off on our own, and with the attention I got yesterday, it’d be selfish of me to keep you to myself.” 

Rani looked from Arthur to Kat and back, checking their expressions to decide whether to get involved. She stayed out of it, which Arthur considered wise. 

“Do you want to have a group night?” Arthur asked. “With everyone but Kelly and, um,” 

“Katelyn,” Kat said. 

“Yeah,” Arthur said. 

Kat shrugged. “We’ve had our group night. I need a night off from everyone and everything. You can have fun, and I can catch up on my homework and sleep. At least one person in the polycule should be responsible.” 

“You don’t want a date tonight?” Arthur asked. The idea of changing the plan surprised him, but it hurt to think she’d rather be alone than with him. “Just us, a nice dinner, dancing, and then home? We don’t have to sleep together for it to be a date, and we don’t need to have a BDSM session either.” 

Kat sipped her coffee. “Can I think about it?” 

“Sure,” Arthur said, glancing at Rani, then at Kat. “If you’re not up to it, I understand, but I want to spend time together, just the two of us. A proper date, with or without sex and kink. No pressure.”

“What if I want sex and kink?” Kat asked. “What if I want you to push me into the bedroom and fuck my brains out, Mister Handyman?”  

“And that’s my cue,” Rani said, gesturing toward the door. “You two have fun.” 

“No, she’s just teasing me. We didn’t mean—” Arthur protested. 

“I know,” Rani said. She stopped in front of him, putting her hand on his bare chest and tracing her fingertips along his pecs. She kissed him. “I have homework to do, and there are too many distractions over here. If I stick around, those jeans are coming off you. I’ll go to your apartment to hang out with Selene and Yvonne. If you need a break, stop by and see us.” 

Arthur nodded. “Sure.”

Rani smiled and hugged Kat, keeping it platonic. “Go easy on him, Kat. He’s too worried about you to try anything, so if you want him to fix your attitude, you’re gonna have to initiate. The poor guy is doing his best, but he has no fucking clue how to help you.” 

Kat winked at Rani. “No promises.” 

Arthur chuckled, and Rani left, closing the door behind her. 

“You should get to work,” Kat said. She gestured at the piles Arthur had made. “Chop, chop. Those boxes won’t pack themselves.” 

Arthur nodded. “You got it. One packed apartment coming up.” 

Kat chuckled and retreated to her bedroom as Arthur boxed Selene’s things. He left Selene a suitcase packed with a week’s worth of outfits. Otherwise, he boxed her clothes, knick-knacks, and books (except her current textbooks, notebooks, and a set of lingerie he wanted to see her in). Everything else, except the furniture, went into a well-organized, well-packed box. Those boxes went against the living room wall. 

Packing the living room was swift, wrapping the breakables in the bubble wrap Rani had brought. He kept a torn-off sheet to pop every time the impulse hit, so he didn’t pop any of the packing wrap. It was a practical solution to a whimsical compulsion he was proud of having created. Manasa dropped off more flattened boxes, and then a third load of supplies as he worked before saying goodbye and shaking his hand. 

It was awkward to shake her hand after fucking her on the bus the day before, but that was his life now. He supposed there were worse lives to live. 

With music in his earbuds, time went quickly. Hours passed as he packed the living room, kitchen, and bathroom. He kept his playlist spooky and Halloween-themed: Beetlejuice, Addams Family, Sweeney Todd, and more played in his ears. He packed each room faster than he had planned. Kat and Selene didn’t have many possessions between them despite having more decorations than he did. Eventually, Kat’s bedroom was the only one left. He took out his earphones and knocked. 

“Who is it?” Kat asked. She was being funny, which Arthur took as a positive sign. 

“It’s the mover, Arthur, Miss,” Arthur said. “I’ve boxed up everything I can. This is the only room left.” 

Kat cracked open the door, lifting her eyes from his socked feet to his low-hanging jeans, over the lines of his abs and pecs. “Oh,” she said. “Have you eaten lunch? It’s getting late. It’ll be dinnertime soon.” 

“I had a big breakfast, Miss. So, I can hold out until dinner,” Arthur said. 

“I guess you’d better come inside.” She opened the door for him, revealing that she’d changed her clothes while he’d been working. She’d done her makeup and cleaned her room. Her homework was on her desk, but her laptop was closed, as if she’d been waiting for his knock. 

Like Selene’s, her bedroom was almost a miniature dorm room. A bed, desk, and dresser waited in the room. Bookshelves lined the walls, filling any gaps that might have let the paint show through. She didn’t have many knick-knacks, but she had plenty of books. Half of them were textbooks, and the other half covered a surprising array of genres. 

“Nice room.” Arthur stepped inside. He sniffed. She’d sprayed an air freshener he couldn’t place, but it smelled of apples and cinnamon. Or was that perfume? He turned to see her close the door. She locked it. He gulped. 

“Thanks,” she said, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I’m surprised you noticed it.” She tugged at the silk ribbon tied around her waist. Her pink robe fell open, revealing a matching pink lace bra and panty set. Her eyes trailed his body again, this time from his shoulders to the crotch of his jeans, where they stopped. 

“Do you treat all your workmen this way?” Arthur asked, leaning into the role. This wasn’t their usual fare, but if Kat wanted to play a game, he’d oblige her. Not everything had to be a submissive and her sir, though he’d be as rough as she enjoyed. He was trying to decipher the lines between what she said she wanted, what she actually wanted, and what she needed. That wasn’t always easy with Kat.   

“No, I don’t treat every handyman this way,” Kat said. “I’ve never done this before, but you’re so… so… hot.” She stepped closer and raised her hand, letting it graze his abs. “Have you done this before?” 

“This?” Arthur asked, gesturing between them. “No, but don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” He cupped her cheek and swept his thumb over it. He kissed her, and she kissed him back, stretching to her tiptoes as he hovered over her. 

Kat grinned, glancing at the bed. “You know, if we break the bed, we can throw it away. We wouldn’t have to move it to the storage unit.” 

“One broken bed frame, coming right up, miss,” Arthur said. He grabbed Kat by the waist, and she squealed as he lifted her. She threw her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He held her like that, kissing her until he felt the heat between them grow into something hot enough to melt her. 

“Well?” Kat asked, pulling away for breath. “Are we breaking this bed or aren’t we?” 

“What’s the rush?” Arthur asked. 

“I’m paying you by the hour,” Kat said, adding another layer to the fantasy. 

“Fair enough,” Arthur said. He tossed her onto the bed from where they stood beside it. 

She landed on her butt with an “oof” but smiled as she stretched out before him on the mattress. Kat put her hands above her head, twining her wrists and arching her back to present her breasts to him. 

Arthur grinned, unbuckled his belt, and shoved his jeans and boxers to the floor. He stepped out of them and climbed over Kat as she shuffled back and rested her head on the pillow. She spread her legs as he put himself between them and moaned as he rubbed against her. His patience and her panties kept him from plunging into her. He kissed her, making her arch her back and press her body against his as he held himself over her. 

She was hot enough, but he wasn’t sure if she was wet enough yet, so he kept kissing her as he checked her with his hand. Her panties were dry, with the faintest beads of arousal glistening on her skin. He withdrew his hand, using his hips to press himself against her and rub her to full bloom as they made out. 

Kat enjoyed kissing, and she was good at it, yielding to his lips and tongue despite her brash start. She pushed him and yielded when he pushed back, submitting to him in action far more than she ever did in words. He had only two hesitations about playing this way. First, he had worked up a sweat, but she didn’t seem to mind. Second, he wondered if this replaced their date tonight in her mind, a concession she felt she had to make to have the night alone. 

He wanted to ask her about it, but doing so would break the narrative she’d established. So, he’d ask her afterward and deal with the answer when it came. 

“Take off that robe,” Arthur said, holding it down so she could slide her arms out. 

Kat slid her arms out of it, reached behind her back, and unsnapped her bra. Arthur lifted it off her, tossing it aside and leaving her on her bed in nothing but her panties. He kissed his way down her body, trailing his lips from the nape of her neck to her panties’ waistline, one inch at a time. 

Arthur lifted her legs, moving her as if she weighed nothing. He held her ankles with one hand and pulled her panties with his other hand, removing them. He released her legs so she could part them around him once more. Arthur laid down, leaving his lips above where her panties had been. He resumed his kissing. 

She was wet when his lips reached her sex, and she moaned as his tongue found her clit. He sucked, nibbled, and tongued in alternate strokes, and Kat ran her fingers through his hair, holding on as if she were riding a bucking bronco. Yet she did all the bucking as she held his face against her. 

Arthur curled his arms under her legs. He held her legs open with his arms wrapped around them and his palms against the inside of her thighs. She was delicious, and he devoured her for lunch instead of any other meal. 

“I’m about to–” she tried to warn him, but it was too late as she sucked in a breath, held it, and came. Her whole body shook as he held his tongue in place against her, waiting for it to subside. A flow of her arousal flooded from her and coated his face, making him grin as he waited out the intensity. 

As soon as she relaxed, he started again. 

“Oh, God—” she choked out. “Stop, Arthur, I can’t. You’ve done enough.” 

“Don’t be silly,” Arthur said, keeping his voice low. “I’m going to keep eating you until I’m satisfied that there’s not an ounce of tension left. Now be a good girl and let me finish my lunch.” 

She sighed, but she knew her safewords and remained silent. He continued, being gentle and caressing at first, building slowly until he was lashing her with his tongue and fucking her with his fingers. He ate and played with her that way for several minutes, until a rolling tremble signaled him to press his tongue down and swipe up, trapping her clit against her. 

“Arthur—FUCK—GODDAMNIT!” Kat cried out as he tore a second orgasm out of her. She imploded, relaxed, and he began again. 

“How many—do you—expect me—to—take?” Kat asked. 

“A few more,” Arthur said. 

“A few?” Kat asked, surprised. 

“I’m hungry,” Arthur said. “Now, shh.” 

“I don’t know if I can—” Kat cut herself off as he started again. “Oh, fuck! What about the bed? You promised to break it.” 

“Don’t worry,” Arthur said, keeping his voice low and quiet as he fingered her, as if whispering to her pussy. “When you’re at your limit, and you’re so orgasmed-out you don’t know if you’ll ever have the energy for another one? When you can’t stand without your legs shaking like a faun? That’s when I’ll fuck you so hard it’ll break the bed, and that’s when I’ll fill you with cum and leave you to sleep it off.” 

“Fuuuuck,” Kat said, resting her head on her pillow. Her hair was a mess, and she shuddered with every breath as he played with her. “Arthur.” 

“Kat,” Arthur said. “Hold on to your headboard for me.” 

Kat raised her arms and held onto the headboard behind her. 

“That’s a good girl,” Arthur hummed, diving into her once more. 

“Oh—” Kat moaned, her eyes rolling back. “Oh!” 

~~~

“What do you think they’re doing over there?” Rani asked, looking out of Arthur’s apartment window onto the parking lot below. It’d been a few hours since she left them, and no one had heard a word or gotten a text.

“Kat’s doing her homework, and Arthur’s packing the apartment,” Selene said as she entered Arthur’s dining area. “Knowing them, they won’t do anything fun until they’re done with their work.” 

“Pity,” Rani said, turning away from the window. “How are you and Yvonne coming along?” 

“We’ve packed the books in his office, except for his current textbooks, of course,” Selene said. “We got distracted in the bedroom, but we finished.” 

“That sounds promising,” Rani said, glancing over at Yvonne as she came into view. Her hair was up in a ponytail, but her makeup showed no signs of being mussed. 

“We were laughing at some of his old T-shirts,” Selene explained. “Not playing without permission.” 

“Damn,” Rani said. “And here I thought you were the fun one.” 

Selene chuckled. 

Mindy giggled. She’d come over after church and brought her homework, Rani’s homework, Yvonne’s homework, and a change of clothes for Yvonne, packed by her instructions. Manasa had left after a formal goodbye, as usual, to keep from getting emotional. 

Rani and Mindy sat at the kitchen table, doing homework. Selene and Yvonne were bringing supplies into the kitchen to pack his dishes and extras.

“Oh, wow, he keeps a full kitchen,” Yvonne said, admiring the spices in a cabinet above the stove. “Does he cook?” 

“Oh, yeah,” Selene said. “He’s good at it, too.” 

“Damn,” Yvonne said. “It’s like he just keeps getting hotter.” 

“Right?” Rani asked. “You should see him over at Kat’s, moving boxes in just his jeans.” 

Yvonne gulped. Selene licked her lips.

Mindy giggled. “Perverts.” 

Yvonne and Selene laughed it off and returned to work. Well, Yvonne worked. Selene popped some bubble wrap first. 

“I thought you two were friends?” Mindy asked. “How come you don’t know he can cook?” 

“It’s never come up,” Yvonne said. “I guess I knew he cooked because he made his own lunches, but that’s not the same as having a full spice cabinet.” 

“Fair,” Mindy said.

“Is this your first time in his apartment?” Rani asked.

“Yeah,” Yvonne admitted. “I guess it’s all old hat to you.”

“Hmm,” Rani said. “I guess so, but I haven’t gone snooping through his bedroom drawers before.”

Yvonne blushed. “I wasn’t snooping. We packed his stuff. That’s all.” 

“What about his closet?” Mindy asked. “Did you snoop through his closet? How many of his clothes did you smell?”

Yvonne blushed and looked away, packing his kitchen as Selene knelt to pack one of the lower cabinets.

“Okay, that’s one class done,” Rani said after minutes of silence. “How are you doing, Min?” 

“Oh, I’m good,” Mindy said. “Almost done with this paper, just distracted.” 

“Because Yvonne is looking so sexy in those sweats?” Rani asked. “Yeah, I had that problem too.” 

Yvonne blushed, but Mindy only chuckled and shook her head. 

“I’m the one who’s naked,” Selene said, gesturing to herself. “Shouldn’t I distract you?” 

“Excellent point,” Rani said. “Slut, are you in the mood to play a bit? I finished a chunk of my homework, so I deserve a treat.” 

“Oh, is that the reward for finishing homework sections?” Mindy asked. “I’d have focused more if I knew that.”

Selene grinned. She stepped over to the table, folded her hands in front of her, and bowed her head. “What is your desire, my queen?” 

Rani grinned. “Do you two mind if we play in the living room? Or should we go to the bedroom?” 

“I don’t mind,” Mindy said, glancing at Yvonne, then back at Rani. “I’d prefer to watch, to be honest, at least until I finish this paper. Then I’m joining you.” 

“Am I allowed to participate without Arthur here?” Yvonne asked. “He made a point of that before. Are you allowed to play without him?” 

“We’re allowed to play with each other, of course,” Rani said. She gestured between herself, Mindy, and Selene. “You can watch. Or listen, I guess. You can’t see the living room from the kitchen, anyway. You’d have to be at the table, and watching isn’t participating, right?”

“Is that a distinction Arthur is likely to make?” Yvonne asked. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.” She moved her hand to cover her butt, remembering Arthur spanking her last night.

“Well, if he doesn’t like it, he’ll punish us for it,” Mindy said. “That’s fun, too. I love watching him spank the others, and Rani’s got a great ass for it. So it’s a win-win either way.”  

“Now who’s the pervert?” Rani asked, teasing Mindy. 

Mindy chuckled. “Hurry. I’m nearly finished with this, and when I’m done, I want my turn with Slut.” 

Rani gave her a sly look. “Join us if we aren’t finished. I’ll take good care of you, Whore. Slut, let’s see how quickly you can make me cum. We’ll time it. You can see if you can’t beat your time with Mindy. Then, we’ll ask Arthur for permission and see if you can set a record with Songbird. I’m sure you can make her sing a few notes.”  

Selene grinned. “Yes, my queen.” She trotted to the living room and waited as Rani rose from her seat at the table and strode in. 

Rani stood by the door and gestured to her sweatpants. Selene took her cue, pulled them down, and knelt. She dragged Rani’s panties with her sweatpants, but Rani left her hoodie on as she stepped out of them. 

Rani sat in the center of the sofa. She spread her legs, giving Mindy a clear view. 

Selene crawled over and kissed her way along Rani’s thigh, blocking Mindy’s view with the back of her head as she kissed Rani’s pussy. 

Rani started a stopwatch on her phone, set it aside, and smiled as she rested her head on the back of the sofa, enjoying Selene’s tongue. Selene kept her pace slow and steady, letting Rani’s arousal build as she teased her and slid her hands under Rani’s hoodie to squeeze a breast. 

“Oh,” Rani said, grinning. “Such a dirty girl, Slut.” 

“Is this usual for you guys?” Yvonne asked Mindy. She didn’t look at Selene and Rani as she stepped up to the kitchen table. “The constant sex?” 

“Constant?” Rani asked. “It’s been hours.” 

“Eh,” Mindy said. “We’re not always doing sexy stuff, but if Selene wants to be the harem’s free-use sex toy, and we’re in the mood, why not have fun with each other?” 

“It’s so weird seeing this side of you, Selene,” Yvonne said, casting a furtive glance in her direction. 

Selene said something, but with her face buried between Rani’s legs, Yvonne couldn’t make out the words. Apparently, Rani had more practice. 

“She said to call her Slut,” Rani said. She pulled Selene’s hair and turned her head toward the kitchen table. “Isn’t that right?” 

“Yes, my queen,” Selene said. “Please, call me Slut. It helps the immersion.” 

Rani chuckled and put Selene’s face back into her crotch. She left her hand in Selene’s hair, holding her in place. “Good girl, now get back to work, Slut.” 

“Fuck, that was hot,” Yvonne said, looking away and at Mindy, who licked her lips. 

“Yeah,” Mindy agreed. “The harem names make it hotter, too.”  

“Is that what you call each other all the time?” Yvonne asked. 

“Usually,” Mindy said. “Slut’s rarely in ‘Selene-mode,’ but when we’re alone, we call her Slut. I’m Whore when it’s people in the harem hanging out. You know the others. When we’re out in the world, well, we call each other by our names or more appropriate pet names, but alone? It’s fun to remind each other of our play names.” 

“So Rani is the second-in-command as Queenie? Or is that Kelly because she’s Wifey?” Yvonne asked. 

“Neither,” Rani said. “Arthur’s in charge. I like to switch, and so does Kelly, so we Domme the others when we feel like it, if they’re into it. Queenie is just short for Queen of the Concubines, so sometimes I go by Concubine instead. I’m not strict about it.” Rani struggled to continue, as her talking prompted Selene to work harder to hold her attention.  

Yvonne nodded, taking that in. “Should I get something sexier than Songbird?” She asked. “And what do you mean she’s rarely in Selene mode?” 

“Well, she prefers being Slut, so,” Mindy gestured. “She’s doing Rani instead of homework or packing. And let me guess, she took off her clothes as soon as the door shut?”

“Almost,” Yvonne said. 

“No shame in knowing what you want and going for it,” Mindy said. “But I’m curious to see how she handles girlfriend-week.” 

“Girlfriend week?” Yvonne asked. 

“After Fall break,” Mindy explained. “She has to spend an entire week as Selene, being Arthur’s girlfriend, not his slut or slave.”

“That doesn’t sound hard,” Yvonne said. 

“It will be for her,” Mindy said. 

“It’s just a break,” Rani said. “And she’s such a good slut.” She patted Selene’s head. “Our king is lucky to have a slave like her, and so are we. Mmm.” She moaned as Selene expressed her gratitude for the compliment. She’d been practicing, and Rani was wetter than Selene’s tongue as she licked, lapped, and sucked. “Fuck, you’re getting better at this.” 

“Don’t wear her out before I get a turn!” Mindy whined. 

Yvonne shook her head and returned to work. She hadn’t changed out of her borrowed clothes yet, but Mindy had brought her a backpack with clothes that waited for her on the chair nearest the kitchen. Rani wondered if she planned to change into them after having some fun with Arthur, but Selene’s efforts distracted her from asking. 

She focused on Selene, holding her blonde hair in her hands as she clung to Selene’s scalp. 

Selene’s playful tongue searched for Rani’s most sensitive nerves and found them, teasing and pleasing until Rani was ready to burst. She lapped at Rani’s pussy, working her way inward, plunging her tongue into her and licking upward until she came to Rani’s clit. She sucked on it, clamping it between her lips and using her face to massage the area around it. 

Rani rolled her hips, riding Selene’s face. She panted, her breathing hot and heavy as Selene increased her pace. She’d started slow, but her licks became more aggressive as Rani’s arousal made things easier for her. 

Mindy ignored them, typing like a demon on her computer. 

Yvonne hummed as she packed Arthur’s dishes, drowning out the wet sounds of Selene’s tongue, but they didn’t compare to Rani’s moans coming from the sofa. Her moans grew louder as Selene played with her. Rani grew more desperate for release with every stroke. 

Selene braced herself against Rani’s legs, using her thighs as armrests while she ate her out. Rani locked eyes with her. Something about looking into her bright blue eyes with the bottom half of her face buried in Rani’s pussy made Rani moan in delight. 

Selene took her volume as encouragement and pushed harder, becoming more forceful and applying more pressure.  

“Oh, fuck,” Rani said, pulling Selene further into her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

Selene slipped two long, slender fingers into Rani’s pussy and pumped. The unprompted act of lust made Rani clench, but she was too wet to offer more resistance. 

Selene curled her fingers, dragging them along Rani’s ceiling as she applied pressure from above against Rani’s clit. She kept it up, pumping her fingers in brief, powerful strokes until Rani’s gasps grew to a crescendo. She swirled her tongue around Rani’s clit and flicked it, driving her chin into the space between her tongue and her fingers. Her concentrated efforts pushed Rani over the edge into oblivion as she came, soaking Selene’s face, hair, and hand. 

Rani’s body trembled, then imploded, making her freeze in mid-curl with Selene’s face shoved between her clamping thighs. She rode the wave with everything she had, gritting her teeth and clamping her eyes shut as she trembled. 

Selene held still, waiting for Rani’s orgasm to pass. 

“Fuuuuuck,” Rani exhaled, relaxing on the sofa. She slapped at her phone and ended the stopwatch. 

Selene shot up from between her legs, gasping for breath, and checked her time. She licked her lips. “May I wash my face, Mistress?” 

“I wouldn’t bother,” Rani said. “Looks like Mindy finished her paper.” 

“Yep!” Mindy shouted from the table. “My turn! Get over here, Slut!” She stayed in her chair, but pulled her panties down from under her Sunday dress and spread her legs. 

Selene pulled her hair back, adjusting it after Rani had loosened her ponytail. Her face glistened with Rani’s arousal, but other than licking her lips, she did nothing to wipe it off. “Coming,” she said, and crawled on her hands and knees from the living room sofa, around the coffee table, under the kitchen table, until her head disappeared under Mindy’s dress. 

“Tell me when to start the stopwatch,” Rani said, sitting up. 

“Go,” Mindy said, pointing at the phone. 

Rani pressed the button and enjoyed the show. 

“I’m just packing Arthur’s apartment on my own, now, aren’t I?” Yvonne asked no one in particular.