Harem House Chapter 52 Part 4 (Patreon)

Kat’s chest heaved with every breath she took as Arthur dove between her legs. He used his fingers and mouth to bring her to another orgasm. She was tired from yesterday’s constant walking. It had made her legs sore, and her activities after the Faire, this morning, and in bed with Arthur weren’t helping. 

Three orgasms and counting. She didn’t know if she could take another one. Her clit was sore, but Arthur seemed to recognize that. He focused more on the other sensitive parts of her body, letting his hands wander to her butt, breasts, thighs, hips, and waist. Each time he gripped her flesh, Kat took it as a miniature hug. Arthur shattered her, then rebuilt her piece by piece, only to shatter her again. 

Her brain slowly lost its thoughts. Anxiety over Katelyn faded to the background. Her worries left her head as she focused on Arthur. She lowered her eyes to see him looking at her with such an intense gaze that she almost came again. His bright eyes were fiery with lust, and to think that her body could evoke that in him made her smile. 

“Cum for me,” Arthur said, growling low. 

“I can’t,” Kat panted. “Please. I can’t, Arthur. I’m so tired.” 

“You can,” Arthur said. “Just relax. Stop trying to get there and let it come naturally.” 

Kat tried. She relaxed, obeying him without thinking. She didn’t have the energy to brat at him. Instead, she’d followed Rani’s advice and tried something new. Rather than baiting him into giving her the aggressive sex she wanted, she invited him in and gave him permission. That seemed to do the trick. 

It wasn’t as fun for her as the other way around, but it worked. Arthur was willing to play the handyman roleplay she’d set up, but their roleplay wasn’t the point. It was an excuse, and even though Kat was terrible at it, Arthur seemed to enjoy it enough to reward her. 

“That’s it,” Arthur said, sensing the building tension in her lower body. “Look at you, being such a good girl for me. I’ll take care of you.” 

Kat came, shivering as she erupted. Her fourth orgasm was weaker than its predecessors, but her soul left her body. The energy they’d built left her like lightning. Her fingers in his hair slackened with the rest of her muscle tension, and she sagged against the mattress as if she’d dissolve into it. 

She panted, and Arthur matched her breathing as he kissed her between her legs in gentle pecks of his lips against her mound and thigh. 

Kat closed her eyes, and her head lolled to the side. She tried to stay awake, to tell Arthur he could fuck her now because she wouldn’t survive more oral. The soreness and stimulation were too much. Her clit was tired, but she’d take her pounding and help him however she could.

Arthur shifted, climbing over her, but didn’t enter her like she’d thought he would. He lay beside her, wiped his face on one of her throw pillows, put an arm around her, and cuddled her. 

“Sleep tight,” Arthur said. He hugged her, kissed her forehead, and darkness overtook Kat’s world in the comfort of her boyfriend’s arms. Sleep took her into a gentle nap as she listened to his heartbeat.

Later, Kat rolled over and realized the warm body next to her was gone. She blinked, confused, as she sat up in her bed. The lights were off, and boxes filled her room instead of books. Her decorations were gone, packed away, and the potted plant on her desk stood among textbooks and notebooks that Arthur must have set aside. He’d packed her room after she’d fallen asleep. That surprised her, but it was more surprising that she’d slept through it. She’d been more tired than she realized with last night’s lack of sleep.

The caffeine in her system hadn’t been enough to keep her awake, but it made the sex amazing, and when she woke, it was with an unusual clarity. She was refreshed and awake, not groggy at all. “Maybe I should start drinking coffee before bed,” she mused. 

Her empty room gave her no response. 

“Arthur?” she asked, searching for him. 

Of course, he’d left. Kat couldn’t have expected him to sleep through dinner with her and ignore the others who were waiting for him in his apartment. He had other women to satisfy his needs if or when she failed as a girlfriend. She’d left him with a dire case of blue balls after he spent so much energy taking care of her. 

Just like Katelyn. She had Kelly waiting for her when Kat failed to answer her about their kiss. She still felt Katelyn’s lips on hers as she pressed her fingers to her mouth and pulled them away. The afterimage of Katelyn turning away and crying in the hotel lobby haunted Kat in the dim room. 

Guilt clawed at her, and she deserved the pain. She was selfish, full of envy and jealousy, rigid, obnoxious, too much, and not cut out for polyamory. Hell, she wasn’t stable enough to handle a monogamous relationship. She’d known that going into the polycule, but facing it alone in the darkness of her disassembled bedroom was too stark a reality. If it were anything else, she’d call Katelyn or Selene, but she couldn’t talk to either of them about this. 

Kat fell back into her bed and curled onto her side. The tears came easily, as if they’d been waiting just behind her eyelids. She trembled as she cried, letting a sob rack her ribs as she clutched her pillow. Goddamnit. She was better than this, and she knew it, but sometimes the feelings overrode her attempts to hold them back, and she had to ride them out. Her lack of self-discipline and control over her emotions bothered her, but the release had been necessary. It’d been building throughout the day. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” 

Arthur’s voice from the doorway startled her, and she pulled the blanket over herself until she realized it was him. He hadn’t left yet? What was he still doing here? He’d packed everything else, so there was no reason for him to stay after he’d tongued her to sleep. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Arthur said softly as he entered. He wore his boxers again, but he’d left his shirt off and put on an apron. Kat tilted her head and shielded her eyes from the light spilling into the room behind him. Her eyes adjusted as he approached, and she recognized what covered his torso. That was her pink, frilly apron. Selene had bought it years ago for her as a joke. Seeing it on Arthur made her laugh, giving her emotional whiplash.

“Kat?” Arthur asked, sitting on the bed. “Are you okay?” 

“You look ridiculous,” she said, pointing at his apron. A wet drip escaped her nose, and she sniffled, covering her face with her arm. 

Arthur stretched, pulled a box of tissues from her desk, and offered her one. She took it. 

“Why are you in my apron?” Kat asked before she blew her nose. 

Arthur looked down, fluffed the apron in his lap, and chuckled. “Oh, well, I didn’t want to catch any strays from cooking.” 

Kat blinked, taking a second tissue to dab at her eyes. 

“I made dinner for us,” Arthur said. “But if you’re not up to it, I can put it in the fridge. There’ll be leftovers either way. I wasn’t sure if you still wanted a date night, but I planned to wine and dine you.” 

“What about the others?” Kat asked. 

“They’re in my apartment,” Arthur said, shrugging. “I checked in with them over text. Rani says that she, Selene, Yvonne, and Mindy are doing homework. Yvonne and Selene packed most of my stuff. So they’re good. Kelly checked in, too. She and Katelyn made it to the cabin okay. It’s colder than they’d hoped up there, but she got a fire going, and they’re set to have a cozy night in.” 

Jealousy reared its head in Kat’s heart and growled. “Great,” Kat said. “So glad that Katelyn and Kelly get to have a nice cozy night together.” Her tone was deadpan and far more sarcastic than she meant, but there was no point in hiding her emotions from Arthur. 

Arthur scooted closer to her. He didn’t speak, but he hugged Kat, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. 

Kat cried again, unable to stop the tears. “I don’t know why I’m like this.” 

“Have you ever talked to anybody about your, uh, volatility?” Arthur asked. 

Kat sniffled. “What?” 

“Nothing,” Arthur said, shaking his head. “But if you think it’s causing problems for you, you might want to talk to a doctor. Or a therapist at the health center?” 

“I don’t need a shrink, Arthur,” Kat said. She sounded bitter, even to her. 

“Kat,” Arthur said, his voice so soft and comforting that she wanted to smack him for it. “Everybody needs a shrink. Just like everybody needs a doctor, even if it’s just for an occasional checkup.” 

Kat scoffed. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll get it together.” 

“There’s no reason to apologize,” Arthur said. “You’re allowed to cry and feel things. You’re an intense person, Kat, and you feel things with an intensity I can only admire, whether it’s anger, sorrow, lust, or jealousy.” 

“Jealousy?” Kat asked. 

“You’re jealous that Kelly and Katelyn are off at a cabin together, right?” Arthur asked. “Or is it envy? Did I use the wrong one again?” 

Kat frowned. “No. It’s fine.” 

“Kat,” Arthur said. “I’m your boyfriend, and if we’re going to have a romantic relationship with each other, we need to have open and honest communication. That’s true of every monogamous relationship, but it’s exponentially more important in a poly relationship, right?” 

Kat’s frown deepened. 

“Maybe I’m not cut out for Poly,” Kat said. “Or even a monogamous relationship.” 

Arthur fell silent, still hugging Kat, but giving her the space she needed to process what she’d just said. 

“I didn’t mean that,” Kat said. “I just think it sometimes.” 

“Everyone has doubts,” Arthur said. “Heck, do you know how many times today alone I’ve questioned if I’m able to do this? I fucked up having one girlfriend, and now I have six. Rani’s right. I don’t know how to help you, even though I want to.” 

“Believe it or not, you are helping. You don’t need to fix this to help me. And you didn’t fuck up with Lori,” Kat said. “She was a bitch.” 

“That’s not very nice,” Arthur said. 

Kat shrugged. “She’s the one who fucked up, giving you up like that.” 

Arthur weighed his empty hands. “Do you know how many times I’ve gone over our entire relationship and wondered what I could have done differently or better? I do that with you, too, and the others. I’m constantly trying my best and wondering if I’m enough when I have to be six different people sometimes.” 

“You don’t have to be six different people,” Kat said. “You’re enough.”

Arthur squeezed her. “So are you. Just because we’re in a polycule doesn’t mean any single one of us isn’t enough. We’re us, and we love each other, individually and as a polycule, a family.” 

“You clever bastard.” Kat smacked his rib. “Using my words against me.” 

“Ow,” Arthur said, playing up the pain. 

“Did you plan that?” Kat asked. 

“No,” Arthur admitted. “I’m just doing my best and making this up as I go. It’s not always easy to be the perfect boyfriend, you know? Sometimes I have to wing it.” 

Kat chuckled. “Okay, perfect boyfriend, so what should I do when I get jealous of you and the others?” 

“Well, with me, you can remind yourself that my giving attention to others isn’t taking attention away from you. You’re part of my relationship with the others, even when we’re not in the same room,” Arthur said. “The same is true for Katelyn. She might be in the same room with Kelly right now, but you’re not competing with Kelly for Katelyn’s affection, whether that’s platonic or romantic. She loves you, and you’re part of her.” 

“What should I do about Katelyn?” Kat asked. 

“Your jealousy, you mean?” Arthur asked. 

“No,” Kat said, shaking her head. “Our kiss.” 

“What do you want to do?” Arthur asked. 

“I’m not sure,” Kat said. “I tried to say we should forget it ever happened, but that didn’t help. Katelyn wants a romantic relationship with me.” 

“And what do you want?” Arthur asked. 

Kat shrugged. She held back the tears this time. “I love her, but I’m not sure that I’m in love with her. I’m straight, not bi, pan, or lesbian, and she knows that, but she kissed me.” 

“Did you kiss back?” Arthur asked. 

“That’s not the point,” Kat said. 

Arthur was silent. “Does it gross you out to see the others naked, or in sexual scenarios?” 

Kat shrugged. “No, it’s hot when I watch you fucking them. It’s like watching porn.” 

“Okay, so, you’re not disgusted by the idea of kissing a girl?” Arthur asked. 

Kat frowned. “I’m straight, Arthur.” 

“Answer the question, Brat,” Arthur said, ruffling her hair. 

Kat sighed. “It depends on the girl, I guess. Kissing Katelyn wasn’t gross, but it was weird. It felt different from kissing you, and it was in the heat of the moment. I mean, you’d tied us up, and we were fucking, and it was hot, and we both got carried away.” 

“Did getting carried away give you the confidence you needed to try something new?” Arthur asked. “To get past whatever blocks you might have, and go for it?” 

Kat didn’t answer. She stared into space, pondering Arthur’s words while trying to appear as if she wasn’t. 

“I’m not the best person to coach you on this issue,” Arthur said. “Kelly, Rani, Mindy, hell, even Selene have more experience with expanding their sexualities than I do.” 

Kat nodded. “But I don’t want their opinions. I want yours.” 

“Well, I have experience with broadening my horizons,” Arthur said. “Like monogamy and polyamory. People might think that our relationship is immoral, or just not the way things should be. There are plenty of comments online about how poly always fails, but we can level those same criticisms against monogamous relationships. It’s not that any one way or sexuality is better or more natural than the others. It’s just a social distinction, a social rule. The trouble with most societal rules is that they’re imaginary, right? We decide what the rules are. They’re made up.” 

“The rules are made up, and the points don’t matter,” Kat said, chuckling. 

“What?” Arthur asked. 

“Nothing,” Kat said. “It’s from an old improv show that Selene and I used to watch. You’d love it‌.” 

“Oh, yeah, I’ve seen Who’s Line,” Arthur said. “I just wasn’t expecting you to quote Drew Carey in this conversation.” 

Kat nodded. “Sorry, go on. You were building up to something, right?” 

“Yeah,” Arthur said. “So, my point was that the rules are made up, and we have to decide for ourselves what our personal rules are as we go. You keep saying that you’re straight and not gay, but does it have to be an unbendable rule? You can be sexuality-fluid, or somewhere on a spectrum of sexuality rather than a gay-or-straight dichotomy.” 

“Is there a term for that?” Kat asked. 

“Probably,” Arthur said, shrugging. “We can ask Rani.” 

Kat chuckled. “I’m not ready to redefine an entire part of myself. There’s still a lot to figure out, and I don’t want the others jumping on it. I kissed Katelyn, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to make out with Mindy or suck on her tits or something.” 

“And I’ll do my best not to mention how quick that example came to your mind,” Arthur said, hiding a smile. 

Kat smacked his arm. “Don’t be a jerk. You know how they are. I mean, look at Selene. A month ago she’d never even kissed a girl, and now she drops to her knees for anybody in the harem! She claims it’s because you enjoy watching her, but she wouldn’t volunteer for it if she didn’t want to. Now she says she’s had a crush on Yvonne? When did she decide that was a thing?” 

“You aren’t Selene,” Arthur said. “Her rules don’t apply to you, right? We each have to decide our rules for ourselves, so your sexuality won’t line up with everyone else’s, or even anyone else’s.” 

“And why does everything have to be about sex?” Kat asked. 

“This isn’t about sex,” Arthur said. He reached for her and held her hand. “This is about love. You can deny you love someone that way, if you want to. I think Selene might call that tsundere vibes? I’m probably mispronouncing that.” 

Kat rolled her eyes. “Selene will never let me live it down if I change my sexual preference.” 

“You’re exploring your rules and the spectrum of possibilities that you enjoy,” Arthur said. “No one in the harem is going to give you a hard time either way. At worst, they’ll be happy and excited for you. Heck, if you admit to broadening your horizons, Rani might throw you a parade.” 

“Yeah,” Kat said. “And if I don’t, they’ll be disappointed in me until I do.” 

“No,” Arthur said. “They’ll love you, and support you for who you are, not who they want you to be.” 

Kat frowned. “Do we have to tell them if I want to explore?” 

Arthur hesitated. “Well, in the interest of open and honest communication, yes‌. But we don’t have to share every detail of our conversations with everyone. But when you’re ready, they’ll support you. We all will, even if you’re not into Katelyn that way.” 

“What if I’m not, and Katelyn breaks up with the harem because of me?” Kat asked. “What if the others resent me for it or take sides? They’ll choose her, and I’ll be out, and friendless.” 

“That won’t happen,” Arthur said, shaking his head. 

“How can you be so confident it won’t?” Kat asked. “You said earlier you question whether you’re enough, but you think you’re so good at leading the harem that you can keep us together through that?” 

“By myself?” Arthur asked. “Of course not.” 

“Then how are you so sure?” Kat asked. 

“Because, dummy, the whole harem will be there to help you and Katelyn through it,” Arthur said. “I’m not the only person in your corner, Kat. You have me, sure, but you have everyone else in the harem who loves and supports you. So does Katelyn. There are no sides in this polycule.”

“Well, if Yvonne joins, that’s seven women and one you, which makes eight. Our polycule becomes an infinity symbol,” Kat said. 

Arthur laughed. “You don’t have to decide anything right now. I’m not deciding about Yvonne tonight either. For now, it’s just us.”

Kat sniffed. “I guess you’re right. I should ‌apologize to Rani again.” 

Arthur squeezed her, holding her in the silence. She cuddled against him, not speaking as time passed. After several minutes, her stomach protested her lack of movement toward the kitchen.  

“Wait, did you say you cooked dinner?” Kat asked. 

“Yeah,” Arthur said. “It’s in the oven now. I’m just waiting for the timer to go off.” 

“What did you make?” Kat asked. Her stomach growled, confirming her interest in whatever he’d made. 

Arthur chuckled. “You’ll see. Care to join me in the kitchen?” 

Kat nodded. “You go ahead. I’ll catch up. I have to wash my face and reapply my makeup. It’s bad enough you’re with me tonight. I can’t make you stare at my puffy eyes and ugly mug without makeup.” 

“None of that,” Arthur said, sliding from the bed and helping her stand. “Take what time you need to recover, but don’t disparage yourself, or I’ll throw you over my knee.”  

Kat hugged him, and he hugged her back. 

“Thanks for being such a wonderful boyfriend,” Kat said. 

“You’re welcome,” Arthur said, chuckling. “Thanks for being a fantastic girlfriend.” 

Kat shook her head. “I’m a terrible girlfriend. I’m more of a burden than a boon.” 

“Nonsense,” Arthur said, kissing her forehead. “You can be a brat sometimes, but deep down, you’re a good girl.” 

Kat squeezed him. “What should I wear to dinner? Are we going on a fancy date or casual?” 

“A mix,” Arthur said. “But I don’t have any extra clothes over here, so… why don’t we eat in our underwear?” 

Kat raised an eyebrow. 

“It’ll be sexy,” Arthur said, shrugging. “Go on, put on your sexiest lingerie. I’ll wear my boxers and the apron. I think I pull it off.” 

Kat chuckled. “You and your lingerie fetish.” 

“I have a lot of fetishes,” Arthur said, grinning. “You should know that by now.” 

Kat chuckled, slapping at his ass as he scampered back into the living room. She missed, but Arthur blew her a kiss from the door. 

“You’ve got five minutes,” he said. 

“Yes, Sir,” Kat said, wiping her face with another tissue. She smiled as Arthur left, and she shook her head. She didn’t deserve him, but she was glad he was hers.

~~~

Selene grumbled, muttering under her breath as she typed. The Word document she stared at was supposed to be three pages long. She had a paragraph typed. It wasn’t a good paragraph. She hated it, but it didn’t matter. The professor wouldn’t even read it. He’d skim and give her a grade based on whatever mood he was in when he read it. 

“I don’t see why I have to do this,” Selene complained. “It’s bullshit!” 

“Because Master said so,” Mindy said, sitting at the kitchen table next to her and working on her computer. “Come on, Selene. It’s homework. It’s not that bad!”

“Some people enjoy their homework,” Rani said.  

Selene glared at Rani, who sat across from her. Rani shrugged. 

“Arthur said you needed to do your homework, too,” Rani said. “I asked him what we should do after we finished packing, and he said we could play, but to make sure you get some homework done. He’s the one who said you should finish at least one assignment. Don’t blame me.”

“It’s good that he’s looking out for you,” Yvonne said, sitting across from Mindy with her laptop. “Otherwise, you’d still be crawling back and forth between Rani and Mindy every time they finished an assignment.” 

Selene groaned. “But I want to be Slut. I don’t care about this fucking paper. Why am I using my fingers for this when I could play with someone’s pussy?”

“Because Master said so,” Rani said, repeating Mindy’s answer.  

“What’s your paper on?” Yvonne asked, trying to change the subject as she blushed. Selene sympathized with her. Arthur had said they weren’t allowed to play with Yvonne without him, and he probably meant it to protect her. He didn’t want them pressuring her for sex if she wasn’t ready. He didn’t realize how eager Yvonne was to explore with the others now that she’d opened the floodgates last night.  

Selene returned her attention to her screen and kicked her feet in bratty impatience. “I’m supposed to write a comparative analysis of education models, and match each model with what stage of childhood development they match the best to,” Selene said. She stamped her foot. “I hate this.” 

“Don’t be a brat,” Rani said. “At least you’re not dealing with fluid dynamics. I enjoy this shit, but my hand is cramping from writing these equations.” 

“Yeah, at least it’s not calculus,” Yvonne said, rubbing her forehead as she put her head in her hands. “I’m only halfway done, and I’m going to cry.” 

“Do you need help?” Rani asked, looking over at Yvonne’s computer. “Wanna trade?” 

“I’m trying to use Wolfram Alpha,” Yvonne said, pointing at her screen. “But I must be entering it wrong. The answer they’re giving me makes no sense.” 

“Let me see,” Rani said, gesturing. 

Selene sighed. Frustrated in more than one way. After going back and forth a few times with Rani and Mindy, she’d wound herself up and hadn’t gotten a release. Hours had passed before Rani had texted Arthur. They were fine to spend the night at his apartment, but he was planning on spending the night with Kat, which was fine. She ‌needed him more than they did, but it still annoyed her to waste one of her slave nights doing homework. 

Yvonne had finished packing his kitchen, and piles of boxes sat in different rooms, waiting for moving day. They’d left a few things unpacked, but Arthur’s apartment was even more bare than before, if that were possible. Selene wondered if her apartment looked the same way, though Arthur probably packed faster and more efficiently than they had. His work ethic made Selene look like a lazy layabout by comparison.

Mindy still wore her white Sunday dress, though her panties were in her purse. Rani still wore her hoodie but had left her sweatpants in the living room. Yvonne still wore Rani’s borrowed sweats. Selene was still naked, wearing her chainmail collar, but having to act like a college student instead of a slut, which was bullshit. She was supposed to be Slut until Fall Break ended. That was their deal, and she’d been a good girl, only to be saddled with the punishment of writing the paper due Wednesday. 

It was fine for them. Rani loved math and engineering. Mindy enjoyed learning about business, and everything about college still looked new and shiny to her freshman eyes. Selene was more jaded. Yvonne might not enjoy calculus, but she liked her major. Selene didn’t understand why a music education major had to take Calc II, but math electives were a pain in the ass. Selene had taken Math Theory, which helped with the rest, and Trig, but she dreaded taking another one next year. Math was not her strong suit. 

Was there a class on sex? She’d be good at that. 

Mm. The idea of Arthur leading a bondage workshop in a classroom crept into her mind. She’d be his model, demonstrating the ties to a crowd practicing the knots with their own partners. Her body responded to the idea. Her nipples hardened, and she rubbed her breast absentmindedly. Mindy giggled. 

“Focus, slut,” Mindy said. “If you get an assignment done, we get to reward you, remember?” 

Selene pouted and dropped her hand back to the keyboard. “Can’t we just play and have fun?” 

Yvonne blushed. “Selene, you should focus. Can’t you turn it off? Take a cold shower? You’d be halfway through your paper by now if you spent half as much time writing it as you did complaining.” 

“I can, but this wasn’t the deal,” Selene said. “Full slave mode was supposed to last until the end of fall break. That was the deal. I had to go off and on yesterday, in public, but we’re home now!” 

“Okay, but you still have homework to do, right?” Mindy asked. “Arthur’s not asking for much, just one assignment.” 

“And what happens if I don’t get one done?” Selene asked. 

Rani raised an eyebrow. “If you fuck around much longer, you’ll find out, and you won’t enjoy it.” 

Selene frowned, meeting Rani’s stonewall stare. “It’s chastity, isn’t it?” 

Yvonne glanced between them. 

“I don’t want to wear that belt again,” Selene said. She folded her arms over her chest and pouted. 

“Then get your assignment done,” Rani said. “Baghwan, is this what Kat has to deal with every day? No wonder she’s a cranky bitch. Finish your homework, and you can spend the rest of the night tied up with a vibrator between your legs.” 

“Really?” Selene asked, perking up right away. 

“Jiminy Cricket,” Yvonne said, blushing. “You are too horny for someone who has constant sex. How do you do it? Are you on drugs?” 

Selene shrugged. “You’re not horny enough for someone who hasn’t gotten laid all day.” 

“No, I’m with Yvonne on this one,” Rani said. “I’m all for sexual liberation. You know that. I’m as sex-obsessed as the next girl with a duffel bag of dicks, but Selene, you’re getting too hyper-focused again. Calm down, or it’ll cause a problem.” 

Selene frowned. She looked to Mindy for validation, but Mindy kept her eyes down, as if she agreed with Rani but worried Selene would be mad if she spoke up. 

“Fine,” Selene huffed. “I’ll be right back.” 

“Where are you going?” Rani asked as Selene stood from the table. 

“To put my clothes on,” she said, reaching behind her to unfasten her collar. “But after this assignment, I don’t want to hear anything about doing homework until after Fall Break. No homework, only fucking.” 

Rani shrugged. “I can’t promise that, but thank you.”

Selene hung her collar on the wall by the door and put her cami and underwear on beside the sofa. She didn’t dress beyond that, but it was enough to snap her out of it before she returned to the table. 

“I thought you were getting dressed?” Yvonne asked. 

Rani put her hand on Yvonne’s wrist. “It’s a good start and a great compromise, thank you, Selene. Good girl.” 

Selene stuck her tongue out at Rani.

“I take my good girl back,” Rani said.

“Too late! No takebacksies.” She plopped into her chair and turned her attention back to her homework. “Who even cares about comparative education models? Schools don’t let teachers vary from the approved curriculum, anyway.” 

“Well, public schools might follow a strict model,” Yvonne said. “But plenty of private schools use different models, especially with elementary education.” 

Selene shrugged. “Sure, I guess, but it’s not like I plan on being a teacher.” 

The others looked at each other. The question was plain on their faces, but Selene still waited for them to ask.

“What is your plan after graduation, then?” Yvonne asked. 

“I’ll be Arthur’s slave,” Selene said. “This degree is just a backup plan because Arthur wants me to have one.” 

She caught another exchange of glances between Yvonne, Rani, and Mindy. 

“What?” Selene asked. 

“We support you. You know that,” Rani said. “We’re not judging your kinks, but is that really your plan for the rest of your life? Be a twenty-four-seven stay-at-home sex doll for Arthur?” 

“And the rest of the harem,” Selene added. “That’ll be a full-time job for sure.”

“It’s a hot fantasy,” Mindy said. “I wouldn’t mind being Arthur’s personal assistant at the office instead of Beth’s. Arthur and I work well together. He’s a great sunbae.”

“A what?” Yvonne asked.

“Her senior at the office,” Selene said. “And that’s perfect. You can be his secretary, Kelly can be the housewife, and I’ll be his slave.”

“I’m just not sure it’s realistic,” Rani said. “And you should aim higher than being a personal assistant,” she added. “You’re CEO material.” 

“Me?” Mindy asked, shocked. 

“You will be,” Rani said, nodding. “Co-owner of a business at least.” 

Yvonne nodded. “Yeah, your goals should ‌be higher than a secretary. Why did you want to be a business major in the first place? Before Arthur, I mean. Did you want to be a personal assistant before you met him?” 

Mindy shrugged. “I went into the business major because my parents wanted it,” she admitted. “I figured I could help Appa with the books.” 

“Appa?” Yvonne asked. “The buffalo from Avatar?” 

Mindy giggled. “No, Appa means dad in Korean.” 

“Oh,” Yvonne said, surprised. “Sorry, I didn’t know that. You’re Korean?” 

Mindy blinked and pointed to her face. “Um, yeah.” 

Rani laughed. 

“I knew you were Asian! I didn’t know where your family was from,” Yvonne said. She blushed, embarrassed. 

“My dad’s from here,” Mindy said, pointing out the window. “His dad and my mom, my umma, are from South Korea.” 

“That’s cool,” Yvonne said. “I know nothing about Korean culture.” 

“Why would you?” Mindy asked. “It’d be creepy if you were an expert.” 

Yvonne shrugged. 

“What about you?” Rani asked Yvonne. “What’s your major, and why?” 

“Music education,” Yvonne said. “I had a great music teacher, and I realized in high school I wanted to do what she did.” 

“You didn’t want to go into performance?” Rani asked. 

Yvonne shrugged. “I can always audition and perform without having majored in it,” she said. “But I’d prefer to teach as my nine-to-five job than be a waitress.” 

“Smart,” Rani said, nodding. 

“Thanks,” Yvonne said, smiling. “Of course, this Calculus class is making me question my life choices, but I’ll get over it.” 

“You’ve got this,” Rani said. “Just remember what I showed you.” 

Yvonne smiled. “Thanks. What about you, Selene? Did one of your teachers inspire you to go into education?” 

Selene shook her head, half-listening and half-writing for her assignment. “My mother said there’s always a need for teachers, so it’ll be easy to find a job until I meet a nice guy and settle down.” 

Rani blinked. “Wow, there’s a lot to unpack in that.” 

Selene shrugged. “Why are you even studying engineering at all?” she asked Rani. “Aren’t you set for life?” 

Rani glanced at Yvonne, then frowned at Selene. “Because I enjoy engineering.” 

“And that’s what you want to do after school?” Yvonne asked. 

“For sure.” Rani nodded. “I’ve loved it since I was a kid, and I’m fucking great at it.”

“What’s your plan, then?” Selene asked, turning the question on Rani. 

“Grad school,” Rani said. “The deal was I could do my undergrad wherever, so long as I kept my grades up, and then I’ll finish my grad courses at Princeton.”  

Selene glanced at Mindy, who didn’t appear bothered. “You have to move back to Princeton after graduation?” 

Rani shook her head. “Nah. I can do it remotely.” 

“Oh, cool,” Selene said. “What about after that, then? You’ll work for your dad?” 

“Not if I can help it,” Rani said. “Nothing against my family, but I want to prove myself in the field. I’ll probably try to make my own engineering firm.” 

“You want to run your own engineering business?” Yvonne asked. “Shouldn’t you take some business classes for that?” 

“Or,” Rani said. “I can focus on what I’m good at and hire someone to handle the books.” She gestured to Mindy. “Are you in?” 

Mindy grinned. “Of course.” 

“Boom,” Rani said. “We’re set. Chief engineer.” She pointed at herself. “Chief executive officer.” She pointed at Mindy. “And Arthur can be CFO or something.”

Yvonne chuckled. “Another benefit of the harem, I suppose.” 

“Yeah,” Mindy agreed. “Though a surprising number are education majors. Maybe we should start a school instead?” 

“Me, Selene, and who else?” Yvonne asked. 

“Kelly and Katelyn,” Selene said. “But I might change my major.” 

Every eye turned in her direction. 

“What?” Selene asked. 

“What major were you thinking of taking?” Rani asked. 

“Well, if I can’t be a sex slave for a career, I might as well go into something I want to do, right?” Selene asked the group. They nodded. “I want to help people deal with their issues and traumas—specifically men. There are so few resources for male victims out there. It’s just a thought, but I’ve been considering becoming a therapist. Maybe a sex therapist for couples? Someone who could help people overcome their pasts to have healthy relationships.” 

“Aw,” Mindy said. “Like Arthur?” 

Selene nodded. “And others.”

“That’s a ‌sweet idea,” Yvonne said. “But changing majors halfway through your third year? Yikes.” 

Rani nodded. “It’d be tough, but you’d make a great therapist if you get yourself under control. You’d have to study hard and know your shit.” 

“I’m doing my homework, aren’t I?” Selene asked. 

Rani chuckled. “Good girl.” 

Selene wiggled in her seat. “Thank you.” 

Mindy’s stomach growled, interrupting the conversation. “Hey, what’s the plan for dinner?” 

“Take out?” Rani asked. “What are you bitches craving?”

“There’s a great Asian Fusion place right around the corner,” Yvonne said. 

Mindy stared at her. 

“What?” Yvonne asked. 

“Garden Wok?” Selene asked, trying to hold back a laugh. 

“Yeah,” Yvonne said. “What’s the matter?” She asked, looking at Mindy. “I wasn’t suggesting Asian food because you’re Asian. They have delicious dumplings!” 

Rani laughed so hard she had to hold her stomach. 

“Am I missing something?” Yvonne asked, looking at Rani. “What’s so funny?”

“My parents own that restaurant,” Mindy said, explaining. “They run it together. Appa does the cooking.”  

“Oh!” Yvonne said. “That’s awesome! I love your dad’s dumplings!” 

Rani fell out of her chair, and even Selene couldn’t hold back her laughter when Yvonne realized, from Mindy’s horrified expression, what she’d said. Her face turned fire-engine red.

“I didn’t mean—” 

“Let’s just order pizza,” Mindy said, cutting her off.  

“Yeah, you can have her dad’s dumplings another night,” Rani said, wheezing with laughter. 

“Gross!” Mindy said, throwing a pen at Rani and missing by a mile.

Selene laughed and winked at Yvonne, letting her know it was alright. They were just teasing her. She was practically one of them already.

~~~

Arthur grabbed the oven mitts and pulled out the casserole dish, setting it on the stove beside the veggies. Everything appeared set, so he put the finishing touches on the dining space. He’d moved the sofa, hoping Kat wouldn’t mind, and set a blanket between the sofa and the coffee table, which he’d moved closer to the TV. They could use it as a counter to set out their food and wine, and it gave them a place to sit for the picnic. 

“What did you make?” Kat called from the other room. “It smells amazing!” 

“Buffalo chicken mac and cheese, with extra veggies as a stir-fry side!” Arthur answered. Carby, yes, but he was working with what they had in their kitchen, and this dish always made him feel better on a bad day. So he hoped it did the same for Kat. From what he remembered last night, she liked mac and cheese. “It’s not my mom’s truffle mac, but I didn’t want to make a grocery run!” 

He didn’t hear Kat respond, so he portioned the homemade buffalo chicken mac and cheese into two bowls and put the veggie stir-fry into smaller bowls. 

“You made mac and cheese?” Kat asked as she stepped into the kitchen. 

“Kraft?” Kat asked. 

“No, you had elbow pasta in the cupboard,” Arthur said. “Mindy was kind enough to run over the rest of the ingredients from my place.” He turned, saw her, and smiled. She’d cleaned up her makeup, though she’d gone minimalist. Her lingerie choice was prime, too. It was a frilly pink lace set that looked more like a one-piece bathing suit than underwear. The outer edge of the panties cut high on her round hips, showing lots of skin there that drew his eyes to her crotch, ‌veiled in the pink lace. 

The one-piece opened just below her waist into a sharp V that split into two lengths of fabric. Lace strips covered each breast before rising over her shoulders and meeting at the back. Hooks and straps joined the two sides across her back, with gaps that revealed more skin. She twirled slowly so he could see the back, showing off the thong backside and the frills that danced along the outer seams. 

She lowered her eyes and brushed a strand of her short, blonde hair behind her ear. “Do you like my outfit?” 

“I do,” Arthur said. “When did you get that?” 

“Selene and I went on a lingerie haul when this whole thing started,” Kat explained. “I like this one. It’s cute, right? It’s more modest, or at least it has more material.” The sheer lace wasn’t very modest, but it was pretty, and Arthur admired the intricate patterns that covered Kat’s skin. 

“It’s gorgeous. It suits you,” Arthur said. He glanced behind him. “Do we have to eat dinner?” 

“Yes,” Kat said. “It smells delicious, and I’m starving. But don’t worry. After dinner, I’ll return the favor from this afternoon.” 

“You don’t owe me anything,” Arthur said, dishing out the food. “I ‌enjoyed ravishing you until you passed out from exhaustion.” 

“I know,” Kat said. “But you look good in that apron, and I’m in the mood to be naughty.” 

Arthur glanced down at himself and chuckled. The pink, frilly apron was far from his usual fare, and Kat was teasing him, but he didn’t mind so long as it made her smile. “Do you eat your mac and cheese with a fork or a spoon?” 

“Fork, please, a small one,” Kat said, pointing to the drawer. He knew where her silverware was; he’d packed most of it. 

“I’ve left a few things, like the stuff I used, unpacked, but most of it’s in boxes. So, you might have to do the dishes more often than usual until we move everything into the house,” Arthur explained as he handed her the food. 

“That’s Thursday, right?” Kat asked. “What time?” 

“I’ll check,” Arthur said. “But yes, the movers will be here on Thursday.” 

Kat nodded. “Are we sitting at the table?” 

“No, the living room,” Arthur said. “I hope you don’t mind that I logged into my streaming account.” 

“I don’t mind.” Kat shrugged. “Free movie, yay,” she said, sounding sarcastic. “Porn, I’m assuming?” 

“Oh, that would have been a good idea,” Arthur said, as if he hadn’t thought of it. He carried his food as Kat carried hers, and he followed her into the living room. The screen was dark, but only because he’d paused the film. 

“What did you stream then?” Kat asked. 

“Have you seen the new version of Emma? The one that came out in February?” Arthur asked. 

Kat turned to look at him. “You rented an Austin flick for me?” 

“For us to watch together,” Arthur said. “I wanted to see it, too, and I didn’t see it among your DVDs.” 

“I was hoping to get it soon, but there’s been other things,” Kat said. 

“Well, now you have it. Have you seen it?” Arthur asked. 

Kat shook her head. “I didn’t make it to the theater to see it. No one wanted to go with me.” 

“Well, that’s not a problem anymore.” 

Kat set her food on the coffee table and waited for him to do the same before she hugged him. “Tackled him” might be more accurate, but she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. “Thank you.” 

“Don’t thank me yet,” Arthur said. “Neither of us has seen it. It might be a terrible adaptation.” 

Kat chuckled. “And for the food, too.” 

“Well, you haven’t tasted it yet,” Arthur said. 

“If it tastes half as good as it smells, it’ll be delicious,” Kat said. 

“You’re just saying that because you’re hungry,” Arthur said. “Now sit, eat, and be quiet. The movie’s starting.” 

Kat chuckled. “Yes, Sir.” She kissed his cheek after he settled. 

Arthur started the movie. They were only a quarter of the way through the film when they finished dinner. Kat seemed to enjoy herself. She pressed herself against his side, and when she finished eating, he put his arm around her. They used the sofa cushions as pillows and reclined on the floor. 

“Can we move to the sofa?” Kat whispered as Mister Knightley and Emma bickered on screen. 

“Oh, sure,” Arthur said. He paused the movie and put the sofa cushions back into place. Then he pulled the sofa forward and gestured for Kat to sit. 

“Sit on the end,” Kat said, pointing. 

“Okay,” Arthur said. He sat in the corner seat and put his arm along the back of the couch so she could cuddle up to him. 

Kat rested on her side instead of sitting beside him. She used his thigh as a pillow, laying her head on his lap. Her breast spilled out into the deep V-neck of her lingerie, but she didn’t fix it. Arthur groped her, squeezing her breast and teasing her nipple with his fingers as they relaxed. 

Kat moaned. 

The movie wasn’t erotic, but it was cute and romantic. They’d both read the book, though it’d been a while for Arthur. He recognized the plot and a few polished lines, though, and enjoyed the movie. Emma’s confidence that the world was as she saw it, regardless of evidence to the contrary, seemed appropriate for what Kat might be going through. She, however, had other ideas about what to do next. 

Kat grabbed his dick, making him jump, but he relaxed into the sofa as she shushed him. She squeezed it, playing with him as he toyed with her breast. Kat groped his balls, gentle in her touch, and as the minutes passed, he grew hard enough that his boxer briefs did nothing. She fished him out of his underwear and stroked him. 

“You don’t have to,” Arthur said. 

“I know,” Kat said. “I want to. You’re my dessert.” 

“Okay,” Arthur said, letting her play with him. They were still watching the movie, so it wasn’t passionate, erotic, or brutal the way she normally was with him. Kat enjoyed hot, hard, and passionate sex. The spanking, biting, domination, and fun of wrestling her into submission were absent from the atmosphere. A peaceful connection replaced it, a tender moment passing between them as she took him into her mouth and tongued the head of his cock. 

Arthur sucked in a deep breath through his nose. He kept one hand on her breast and moved the other to the back of her head, running his fingers along her scalp and playing with her hair. She moaned, still playing with him in her mouth, and Arthur could tell he’d found a winning combo. He hadn’t even touched her below the waist. But the squeeze of her thighs and the way she rubbed them together made him realize she had more than his pleasure on her mind. 

“You can touch yourself,” Arthur whispered, keeping his voice quiet under the movie’s soundtrack. “Just spread your legs and show off for me as you do.” 

Kat spread her knees, keeping one to the back of the sofa, and the other on the seat cushion. Her hand slid between her legs, and she rubbed herself, then showed her slick fingers to Arthur as if for his approval. He grabbed her wrist, brought her fingers to his lips, and sucked on them as she continued sucking his cock. 

Arthur released her fingers, and she returned them between her legs, rubbing and fingering herself more fervently as she sucked him. He rolled his hips, gently thrusting into her mouth and throat. She took him with practiced ease, ready for him in more ways than one. 

He’d have to watch the movie again later. He enjoyed it and wanted to see the rest, but Kat had stolen his attention. Her eyes were still on the screen, giving her plausible deniability that she was still watching the film, but she was sucking him. The back of her head pressed against his abs, her breast rested in his palm, and her fingers stroked against her pussy. If she could tell him a single line of dialogue later, it was only because she was obsessed with the books, not because she remembered it from the film. 

“I’m going to stay the night here,” Arthur said. “We can wait until after the movie.” 

Kat didn’t answer him. She kept sucking him, putting more effort into the suction than before as if to argue that she didn’t care. She wanted his cock now, and she’d have it now. That was fair, as far as Arthur was concerned. Hell, if it came to it, he’d give it to her again later, if she could handle it. He noticed she was being gentle with herself, avoiding her clit and rubbing herself only indirectly. He might have been too rough with his tongue earlier, but offering to kiss it to make it better wouldn’t help. 

She lifted her fingers to his lips again, and he sucked them clean, enjoying the taste of her pussy. Each of his girls tasted different, but he appreciated their flavors every time he got the opportunity. When he let her hand fall away, she moved it to his balls, then his cock as she popped off it. 

“You’re spending the night?” Kat asked. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah,” Arthur said. “We had our group night last night. Tonight is just you and me.” 

“What if I tell you to go home?” Kat asked. “So I can do homework or whatever.” 

“You can do your homework tomorrow,” Arthur said. 

“Fair enough,” Kat said. She pushed his cock into her mouth, and he pushed her head onto it, letting his eyes cross as she took him deep. 

“Hm,” Arthur hummed as satisfaction settled deep in his chest. This was nice. He wouldn’t push her for anything tonight, but he appreciated her wanting to pleasure him. Kat grinned more than before and seemed more at peace with herself. 

He wanted to ask if she’d decided what to do with Katelyn, but he didn’t want to ruin the mood if she hadn’t. Still, curiosity warred with contentment until Kat silenced them both with her tongue. She flicked it forward, playing with his cock as she swallowed every inch and held herself on him. She bobbed up and down for several quick strokes, then went back to the tip, caught her breath, and dove again. 

“Oh, shit,” Arthur said, squeezing her breast in his hand. 

Kat moaned with cock lodged in her throat, sending vibrations through the core of his soul. 

“Fuck,” Arthur gasped. 

Kat smiled, lifting off him once more. “Now you sound like I did this afternoon.” She chuckled. 

“Be a good girl,” Arthur said, tightening his grip on her hair against her scalp. “And suck.” 

Kat gleefully sucked him again as he thrust upward to meet her. He held her there, then stroked himself with her, then pulled her back to the tip to let her breathe, but he didn’t let her off his dick. She panted through her nostrils, and dove again, letting him set the pace as he face-fucked her, but signaling when she needed to breathe with a single tap against his thigh. 

“Such a good girl,” Arthur said, complimenting her. He moved his hand from her breast to her ass, squeezing her cheek in his hand. 

Kat moaned, and Arthur threw his head back as he came, erupting into her mouth with a sudden burst of pleasure he couldn’t restrain. Kat swallowed, then swallowed again, and a third time, milking his cock with her throat until every drop disappeared. She licked her lips after she pulled off his softening member and wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb. 

“Tasty dessert,” she said. “Thank you, Sir.” 

“Thank you,” Arthur said, chuckling. He patted her hip. “Should I rewind the movie?” 

“Is that okay?” Kat asked. “I know you put it on for me.” 

“Kat, I know I’m a guy, but this is my favorite of the Austen novels I’ve read,” Arthur said. “I don’t mind rewinding so we can watch the whole thing. I’d ‌prefer it.” 

Kat nestled into him, resting her head in his lap and sniffing his thigh as if it were a bouquet. “Yes, please,” Kat said. “I missed parts of it, I think.” 

“Me too,” Arthur said, grinning ear to ear. 

“Worth it,” Kat said. “I love you, Arthur.” 

“I love you, too,” Arthur said. He squeezed her, and she squeezed him. 

“Any chance you’ll be ready again tonight?” Kat asked. “I have a bed in my room that’s still not broken.” 

Arthur laughed as he rewound the movie. “If not tonight, then before we move‌.” 

“Promise?” Kat asked, holding up her pinky. 

“I promise,” Arthur said, hooking his pinky around hers. 

“You can’t break a pinky promise,” Kat said. “You know that, right?” 

“Yeah,” Arthur agreed. “They’re sacred.” 

“That’s right,” Kat said, nodding. “Sacred.” 

Arthur smiled, his hand in Kat’s hair as he traced small patterns against her scalp while they watched the movie. It was too early for either of them to fall asleep, but they were comfy, enjoying the closeness even more than they enjoyed the movie.