Harem House – Selene Pt. 27

Literotic asexstories – Harem House – Selene Pt. 27 by SirAeghann,SirAeghann
The girls were nude and knelt on the floor as Arthur and Katelyn exited the bedroom. They heard the door unlatch and moved into position. Selene threw Lynn’s clothes in the closet in a moment of instinct. Katelyn followed behind Arthur, and her eyes widened as she saw the girls. They knelt in a position strange to Katelyn, with their knees spread and their palms upturned.

“Do I have to–should I join them?” Katelyn asked Arthur.

“You don’t have to do anything.” Arthur said. “Consent, remember? You’re not just in and out. In everything that happens, you can choose to consent or not. You can join in, or you can observe, or neither.”

Katelyn nodded, though her eyes didn’t leave Kelly. She noticed that when they came in, Kelly bore a frustrated expression, but when she saw them, Kelly smiled at her.

She glanced at the other girls. “I uh… This is way more awkward. Why do they tell people to imagine their audience naked?”

“So imagine us with clothes.” Rani shrugged. “Come on. I want to go hot tubbing. Let’s get on with it.”

Mindy giggled.

“I wanted to say I was sorry for doing what I did, trying to force Arthur into something behind your backs.” Katelyn started. “Forcing the issue was wrong. I will never do that again. I’m glad he stopped me, and nothing happened. And I promised Kat I’d follow your rules and give this a shot, so… whatever you guys do tonight, I’m down. If I need to opt out, I will. And I hope you can forgive me.”

Mindy stopped giggling. Her expression turned to confusion at first. Then a hint of anger flashed, followed by surprise when she realized no one else was angry. “Did everyone else know about this?”

Selene shook her head. “No.”

Arthur noticed her frown, but her expression appeared more impatient than angry. She’d been waiting since they arrived to have her fun with the orgy. Arthur could see her watching Mindy and the others for any sign of objection to her fun. He didn’t intend to delay their fun, but addressing this was still necessary.

“So what happened?” Mindy asked.

Arthur told her the story from his point of view, including Kelly’s making Katelyn apologize and their subsequent conversations and apologies.

Mindy turned to Kat. “Is this why you didn’t want her to join the harem on Wednesday?”

Kat swallowed her guilty expression but shook her head. “No. That was my issue. This happened after that. I threw a fit when I found out.”

“Surprise, everyone. Brat can throw a tantrum.” Rani said, eliciting Kat’s tongue sticking out in her direction.

Mindy returned her attention to Katelyn. “You tried to force him?” She looked at Arthur. “With those muscles? Is that what happened to your shoulder?” She asked, looking at Katelyn’s arm in a sling.

“No, that was from the bull on Friday.” Rani said.

“Oh. Right.” Mindy frowned. “I need to quit covering delivery shifts.” She sighed. “Okay… I’m sorry. Everyone else can go first. I need a minute.”

Arthur knelt before Mindy, hugging her as she stood on her knees to hug him.

“I forgive you.” Selene was the first to speak.

“I already have.” Kat said.

“So have I.” Kelly said.

“I forgive you.” Rani shrugged. “But if you do that again, I will hold you down while Arthur paddles your pale ass scarlet.”

Katelyn blushed and Rani smiled.

“I can’t blame you for wanting some of Master.” Selene said.

“Master?” Katelyn asked though it was clear who Selene was referencing from context.

“We each call him different titles, remember?” Kelly asked.

“And he calls us different names.” Kat said.

“Introduce yourselves.” Arthur said. He turned his head to instruct the others while hugging Mindy. “Tell her what you call me and what I call you, your harem names, starting with Rani.”

Rani’s lips quirked into a quarter-smile. “I call Arthur my king, and I am his concubine. His concubine queen, or Queenie for short.”

Mindy released Arthur. “I call Arthur, boss!” Mindy said, nearly cutting Rani off in her excitement. “And he calls me his whore!”

Katelyn looked surprised by the term, but Mindy’s tone made ‘whore’ sound like a term of endearment, despite the harsh word. So far, the terms were strange and kinky. Far from the ‘dear’ and ‘darling’ her parents used. Bae, babe, and baby were her go-to terms for Sean. Or at least, they had been. Maybe these girls wouldn’t think her fantasies were so weird by comparison.

“And I forgive you, too.” Mindy said, hesitating. “But I’m annoyed this didn’t come up in the House chat.” She made an angry pout face to show she was serious. Her expression had the opposite effect, only making her cuter than before and intimidating no one. “Can we agree that news gets shared when something happens? I don’t enjoy being out of the loop.”

“I felt the same way about Beth.” Kat said. “I think that’s a good idea. A quick message to the house chat isn’t difficult.”

“Agreed.” Arthur nodded.

“There’s a house chat?” Katelyn asked, looking around at the girls and Arthur.

“If tonight goes well, we’ll add you to the chat.” Kelly said. “Otherwise, we’ll start a new one with you when we move into the house.”

Katelyn nodded.

“Anyway… I call Arthur various endearments, including Sir, Mister, and Hubby.” Kelly said next, skipping Selene. “And he calls me Wifey.”

“Arthur is my master, and I refer to him as such.” Selene said. “And he calls me slut, slave, pet, or whatever he wants up to and including his fuck doll.”

Katelyn’s eyes went wide.

Kat sighed. “She’s just trying to shock you. Don’t let her.” She looked at Arthur, and when he nodded, she gave in. “I call Arthur Sir. My harem name is… Brat.”

Katelyn couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her mouth, forgetting her shock in place of mirth. So Rani wasn’t just calling her a brat. That was her harem name. The name fit, but she knew better than to admit that.

“Good girls.” Arthur said with a bright smile.

“What… what should I call you?” Katelyn asked Arthur. “And what do you want to call me?”

“Is there something you want to call me or be called? Or should we figure it out as we go?” Arthur asked.

Katelyn was silent, contemplating the options and ignoring the first name that popped into her head.

“Wasn’t there something you called him when you were drunk?” Kat prompted, and Katelyn spun to glare at her. Kat grinned.

“That’s right.” Arthur nodded. “You called me Daddy.”

“I was drunk.” Katelyn said. Her words were quick and defensive. “It wasn’t–I’m not–I know that’s–”

Rani cleared her throat. “Girl, none of us are going to kink shame you. That’s a rule. No one’s going to give you shit for being a sexual deviant. Look at us. We’re naked on our knees, wearing collars to mark us as his submissives, and getting hot and bothered because he called us good girls. Get the fuck over yourself. Call him Daddy if you want to, and ask him to call you whatever perverted name you want. Do you want us to refer to you as Cumkitten? We’ll get you a fuckin’ monogrammed towel.” Rani ignored the glares in her direction from Kat and the giggles from Mindy. She was serious and correct. She knew it.

“Queenie’s right. Is there a name you want to be called?” Arthur asked. “A fantasy you’ve had, or a term of endearment you’ve heard that arouses you?”

Katelyn hesitated. She hugged herself with her good arm, looked at her feet, and mumbled something.

“What was that?” Arthur asked.

Katelyn mumbled something again, louder but still unintelligible.

“Speak up, woman!” Rani yelled.

“Babygirl!” Katelyn yelled, then turned red with embarrassment.

“See? Was that so difficult?” Rani asked the group at large, breaking the silence after Katelyn’s outburst from everyone’s surprise. No one laughed at her.

“I loved when Sean called me that, but he only did it once or twice.” Katelyn said. “So it’s not tied to him if that makes it less weird.”

“Don’t worry about weird.” Kat assured her. “Slut called him Master in front of their friend Mark today. This is less weird than our normal.”

Katelyn chuckled, relaxing.

“Babygirl it is.” Arthur said without missing a beat. “Alright, everyone, get into the bedroom and put on your swimsuits. Mine’s in the other bedroom. I’ll meet you out here for inspection once you’re dressed.”

~~~

The girls scrambled for the bedroom. Katelyn stumbled behind the others. Arthur chuckled and headed toward the bedroom he and Katelyn came from. His swimsuit was a pair of shorts, shorter and tighter than his boxers. His drawstring waist was low, showing off every inch of the sculpted V at the bottom of his abs. The legs were high, showing every inch of toned, sculpted thigh. Stretchy polyester hugged his ass, and the outline of his shaft showed whenever he moved. His trunks were lewd but decent because of their dark blue material covering everything and making certain features difficult to discern without movement.

Arthur padded out of the bedroom and found the living room vacant. He decided to hit the vending machine he’d seen to grab water bottles for everyone. He walked toward the front door of their suite but hesitated after opening it. Arthur glanced left, then right, but couldn’t explain the Sam Adams box in the empty hallway.

“Hey, girls?” Arthur asked, knocking on the bedroom door.

“Did one of you bring beer and forget to bring the box inside?” Arthur asked.

The girls fell silent. A moment later, Selene slid out and closed the door behind her. She’d washed her face free of makeup and re-tied her braid, pulling her hair up. She was nude except for her collar, and she knelt, hugging Arthur’s leg. The gesture was sexy, but the sudden silence alarmed him. Alarm bells rang in his head. Something was off. He was missing pieces of information.

“Tell me what happened.” Arthur said, not knowing what could have occurred. “Exactly what happened.”

Selene told him in exact detail about their encounter with Lynn. When he asked, she pointed to the coat closet by the door. He opened the closet to find Lynn’s clothes, including her bra and thong. Arthur sighed and shut the door. He rested his forehead on the wall and groaned.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck.”

“Master?” Selene asked, her voice quiet. “Are you okay?”

“No.” Arthur said. His voice was soft.

“Master, I’m sorry.” Selene crawled toward him.

“Don’t.” Arthur held up his hand, and Selene froze in place. His kicking her would have been less violent.

“Master…” Selene repeated.

“Let me think.” Arthur said. “I have to think.”

“She’s not here. We won. She’ll leave us alone.” Selene said.

Arthur glared at her, and Selene shifted away from his angry glare in reflex, falling back into a crab position, which was too distracting. Try as he might, he couldn’t predict how Lynn would react to Selene’s actions. Lynn was lurking somewhere, and she’d strike eventually, but how and when were unknown. The safest course of action was to avoid her at all costs.

“Don’t go near Lynn. Don’t do anything like that again.” Arthur said.

“It was just a prank to get back at her for–” Selene started but stopped at Arthur’s glare. She’d seen him angry before, but this was different. His eyes weren’t hot and filled with faux fury. He wasn’t acting or role-playing. His eyes were bitter–bright and chilled with rage like a gusty wind on a sunny, frozen winter day.

Arthur took a deep breath. “No. I will not allow Lynn to ruin tonight. What’s done is done, and she’s gone for now. We’ll deal with her later. We’ll keep our hands clean, and we’ll have fun. Tomorrow, you will apologize–profusely–without admitting guilt explicitly, just in case.”

“But Master–”

“If you need me to beg you as a friend, I will. If you need me to choke you by the throat and demand your apology, I will.” Arthur said. “Either way, you’re apologizing to her.”

“Yes, Master.” Selene said.

Arthur said. “Now go get changed.”

“Master–” Selene started as she stood. “Are you mad at me?”

Several beats of silence passed between them. “No. We need to discuss Lynn as a group, but not tonight. Tomorrow, before brunch, if possible. If my mother is hosting, she invited Lynn as well.”

Selene swallowed and reached for him. Arthur allowed her hands to rest on his biceps.

“I love you.” Selene said.

“I love you, too.” Arthur kissed the top of her head. “But you’ve earned one hell of a punishment tonight. I hope you’re ready.”

Selene smiled, squeezing him in her arms as though she were trying to pull herself through his chiseled abs. The skin-to-skin contact was always electric between them, but the rush was pure ecstasy now.

“Yes, Master.” Selene said. She kissed his pec. “I want you to take whatever you need out on me. Pretend I’m Lynn. Beat me, use me, fuck me, brutalize me with your cock, and don’t worry about my pleasure. Just use me for yourself. I’m your slave. Your fuck toy. Please, Master? Use me?”

Arthur’s erection pressed against her stomach, and he closed his eyes at the pain of his stretching swim trunks pushed to their limit. He shifted and pulled the netting aside to free himself from the pant leg. Selene dropped to her knees, but he caught her under her arms and hauled her to her feet.

“Go get changed.” Arthur told her. “I’ll get rid of the beer once this fades.”

“We could drink some.” Selene said. Her suggestion wasn’t particularly eager, but Arthur enjoyed the occasional beer.

“No.” Arthur said. “Never take apples from witches. It’s best to throw away gifts from Lynn. And I’m taking the clothes too. With any luck, she’ll return for them.”

“Yes, Master.” Selene nodded. “Or we could give them back tomorrow at brunch?”

“Sure, if she doesn’t collect them from the front desk by check-out time.” Arthur nodded, his erection fading. Selene nodded and closed the bedroom door behind her.

Arthur sighed, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and stood there as he waited for his erection to fade. He didn’t have to wait long with the added stress. He was sure that getting the beer and clothes downstairs would help lighten the load.

Arthur checked the hallway first but saw no sign of Lynn. He carried the twenty-four pack on his shoulder, an awkward Atlas, as he waited for the elevator. Another suite opened, and a twenty-something woman stepped out, mascara staining her face. She didn’t notice Arthur as she pulled her luggage along until she saw his foot, then the rest of him as her eyes swept from floor to face.

“Are you someone’s idea of a joke?” She asked. “Did they get a stripper to cheer me up? Did Michael put you up to this?”

“Uh…” Arthur hesitated. “No.” He shook his head. “I’m here with friends and dropping this off at the lost and found.” He patted the box on his shoulder.

The young woman looked disappointed. “Oh.” She said. “Well, it was a poor joke, anyway.” She sniffled.

“You okay?” Arthur asked.

She laughed at the thought. “No. Are you kidding?”

Arthur looked confused. The elevator dinged, and he let her step in first. She watched him step on, and she pressed the button for the lobby.

“Why would I be kidding?” Arthur asked. “Can I help?”

The woman shook her head. “Not unless you can go back in time and convince my fiance to show up for our wedding instead of running off with her big-titted receptionist.” She sniffled. “Ex-fiance.”

Arthur set the beer at his feet, Lynn’s tank top covering the rest of her clothes. “I uh… don’t have time travel.” He said. “I can offer a hug? Platonically, of course.”

The young woman chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’re not my type. Too much…” She gestured to all of him. “Man.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m told I’m a fantastic hugger, but I understand if you don’t want one. There’s nothing else I can think of to help with what you’re going through, and I want to help you, one person to another.” Arthur shrugged.

“Thanks.” The woman sniffled. She hugged him, and Arthur felt her go limp in his arms, sobbing. The elevator dinged and opened a few seconds later and closed again. Arthur let her cry out what she needed to cry. She hit the open button and left his embrace after a minute, wiping her eyes.

“Thanks.” She said.

Arthur smiled, but she didn’t return the expression, and he understood. He let her exit, hoisted the box onto his shoulder, and followed her into the lobby. Their entrance caught Nicki’s attention. Her eyes widened, staring at Arthur almost the entire time she helped the abandoned bride check out. The bride left, giving Arthur another hug before she did, and waited outside for her Uber.

“Do you have a lost and found?” Arthur asked.

“Uh…” Nicki’s eyes raked his body a few times. “Did you lose your clothes?”

“Ha!” Arthur said. “No, we’re going swimming, but we found this in the hallway.” He placed the box on the counter.

“Didn’t one of your party girls bring it?” Nicki asked, confused.

“That girl wasn’t with the party.” He assured Nicki. “Did she leave, by the way?”

“Yeah, you missed her.” Nicki gestured toward the parking lot. “She left when the wedding guests did unless she’s still in the parking lot. That girl made quite the exit, streaking through the lobby.”

Arthur turned toward the parking lot, but he didn’t genuinely want to find Lynn. Then again, returning her beer and clothes might be a peaceful gesture if she was out there. Not that he knew what car Lynn drove now. He might determine which was her car through elimination or if she still drove the sports car she had in high school, which he doubted. He sighed.

“If she returns, see that she gets her beer back?” He asked. “And these clothes. Though if she doesn’t return for them tonight, we can get them to her tomorrow.”

“So you know her but don’t want her at the party?” Nicki asked.

“Right.” Arthur said. “She’s… It’s complicated.”

Nicki waved his hesitation away. “No need to explain. I get it. I’ve had a crazy ex or two in my time. You’re certain you don’t want the beer?” She asked. She sounded surprised.

He would have had some if he’d bought the beer and wasn’t planning on domming tonight. A bottle would be okay, but a bottle from Lynn? He’d drink laundry detergent before imbibing anything from her.

“I’m allergic to empty carbs.” Arthur said, making a joke.

Nicki laughed like that was the funniest joke she’d ever heard. “Okay. Yeah, I’ll add them to the lost and found.” She said when she recovered. She produced a box a quarter of the 24 pack’s size whose only contents were a phone case, a pack of condoms, and a scarf.

“Thanks.” Arthur said. He waved farewell and returned to his suite after visiting the vending machine. When he returned, the main room remained empty, with voices behind the bedroom door. Arthur listened but could only catch snippets. Mostly, it sounded as though the girls were complimenting each other, which made him smile.

Once the girls finished changing and prepping, they sent Kelly out first. She entered the living room, surprised to spot Arthur with an armload of water bottles he’d bought from the vending machine. The liter and a half bottles were tall, and he had seven bundled up, one half drunk.

Arthur offered her a water bottle and admired her bikini. Thin white strings over her hips fastened her bottoms in bows. Scrunched white polyester covered her ginger pubic hair, drawing his eye. The back spread over her peach-shaped ass, but a quarter of her cheeks slipped out on either side. Two small triangles made her top, stretching over her large bell-shaped breasts and baring every hard muscle beneath her soft skin. The top’s strings tied in a halter tie below her three-strand pearl choker.

Arthur placed the water bottles on the desk and mimed picking his jaw off the floor.

Kelly laughed. “Just wait, Mister.” She winked and stepped forward. Arthur appreciated the contrast between lingerie and swimwear. Lingerie restrained and arguably supported the body, while swimwear covered and became a second skin. Kelly’s bikini did nothing to prevent her soft parts from jiggling with her movements, and Arthur had to groan at the pain of his erection.