Harem House Chapter 37 Part 1

Arthur woke before dawn Thursday morning to a whisper. Hot breath washed over his ear and curled against his neck. His eyes fluttered open to darkness. 

“Please, Sir.” 

The soft whisper stirred him to life, only to find he was joining the action en media res. His cock stood stiff with arousal. Heat soaked his crotch. He shifted slightly, and the base of his dick rubbed against wet, parted labia. The lips next to his ear released a soft moan. 

“Please, Sir.” 

The warmth over his body suddenly made sense. He was lying on his back on the sofa, with Kat facedown between him and his blanket. His legs lay straight together, and hers spread over him. His stiff cockhead protruded from between her legs, with the body of his cock nestling against her ass and lower lips. He’d woken her as his morning wood grew, and she had a head start on realizing what was happening. Her body responded to his, and her arousal had grown to the point where she begged him for release. 

“Put it in.” Kat whispered. “Please, Sir.” 

Arthur nearly came from her request. Her naked body against his coursed with electricity over every square inch. Her diamond-hard nipples pricked against his muscles while her soft breasts pillowed over him. His hand slid from her thigh to her hip, moving her slightly closer as he lowered his hips into the sofa cushions. 

He dipped his hand between their bodies, placing his arm between their stomachs. He grasped himself and aligned with her. 

Kat kissed his neck, venting her passions now that he was awake. She scraped his neck with her teeth when he entered her, giving him a love bite. She was molten, and Arthur wondered how long they’d been like this before he woke up. Had she woken to find his hard cock pressing against her? The process was natural, likely stirred by her proximity and warmth. Every subtle shift of their bodies since served only to arouse them further. Still, Arthur wondered when she’d woken and why she’d let him sleep so long. 

Arthur wanted to ask questions but found his mouth occupied as Kat kissed him. They made out and slowly rocked together on the sofa. Snores drifted up from the mattresses spread out on the floor. After Arthur turned the lights out, the others had cuddled together during the night. Everyone was exhausted from their releases. 

He’d gone overboard last night, an overcorrection on his part that was probably a misstep but necessary. It renewed him, and the smell of sex lingering in the room made him hungry for Kat’s lips. He didn’t know what time it was or how much sleep he’d gotten, but Arthur felt recharged. He was ready to face the day, but first, he was going to fuck his girlfriend. 

He dipped and raised his hips in a slow rhythm that he kept constant. Kat alternated between rocking her hips against him or holding herself still and letting him fuck her. Either way, she squeezed him close with her arms around him. He held her tightly against him in return with his arms around her. 

Their upper bodies didn’t move but held each other in place as they fucked. Their kisses were warm, rather than hot, but continuous. They weren’t madly expressing their passion for one another, frantic and clawing, but slowly and tenderly exchanging pleasure back and forth. Somehow, the softer nature of the lovemaking felt appropriate to the darkness of early morning. 

“Sir…” Kat said, finally breaking their kiss. “Can you promise me that you’re okay?” 

Arthur had expected a lot of things from Kat at that moment. He’d anticipated a request for permission to cum, for her to provoke him to fuck her harder and faster like usual, or even for her to moan as a slow but invasive orgasm wrecked her from the inside. Instead, her soft voice sounded fragile in the darkness. Not for her sake but for his. As if she worried she might break him. 

“Listen to me, Brat.” Arthur said as if her question had been bratty instead of tender, his voice steady and firm. “I promise I’m okay.” 

“Good.” Kat whispered back. She kissed him again, and Arthur lost himself in making out with her.

Sweat dripped along the lines of his torso as they fucked under the blanket to the point that Arthur could hardly stand it. Overheating, he pushed the blanket back, and a wave of cool air rushed against him like a breeze. The apartment was frigid. He kept it at a comfortable temperature, especially when he had the girls over and knew at least Selene would be naked. But the temperature had dropped outside, frosting the windows, and the thermostat in the apartment wasn’t prepared. The temperature difference and relief were immediate, and Kat shuddered against him. 

Her shudder traveled through her body, fluttering against his cock as it lodged deep inside her, and she bit his lower lip softly. 

“Sir.” Kat whispered so softly he could barely hear her. “My Sir.” 

“Yes.” Arthur agreed. “I am your Sir, and you are my submissive.” 

“I am your submissive.” Kat agreed. “I’m your princess.” 

Arthur wasn’t sure where that name came from, but he didn’t argue with her. Kat was many things, he supposed. She was a pain in the ass sometimes and complicated. She never told him what she wanted directly because she wanted him to speak her language, which he was learning. It wasn’t the most mature method of communication, but that was Kat. She was the oldest of the group but never acted that way. 

She was a brat, but when she wasn’t fighting him, she was soft like this, so soft. He didn’t know what he’d done to lower her defenses. Maybe she was still waking up and sleepy, or she’d softened because he’d been so vulnerable last night. 

Whatever her reason, he knew better than to question it. He enjoyed it, instead, kissing her neck after he moved her head aside with his chin. She gasped, and he felt the moan start low in her throat. He moved his lips to hers, muffling her moan and surprising her by cutting it short. She rocked her hips, pushing him deep inside as he thrust upward, and she squeezed him for all she was worth, trying to hold him in place. 

Try as she might, she wasn’t strong enough to fight him and gravity, so he slid partially out of her again, still lodged inside, before he drove home once more. She trembled above him, kissing him with lips as soft as clouds. Her tongue pushed gently against his. Things with Kat were often hot and fast, but this was a pleasant change of pace. She wasn’t offering him hot passion with bratty intensity. She offered warmth, loving him without words. 

The experience was bliss and the best way to wake up. Yet he couldn’t help but realize that neither would reach their limit this way. As good as it felt, she wouldn’t make him cum, and he wouldn’t draw her orgasm from her. They needed something to push them over that edge. 

“Princess.” Arthur whispered in her ear. 

“Master.” Kat whispered back as a shiver ran over her body. 

“Try not to wake the others.” Arthur said. “If you do, I’ll have to punish you.” 

Kat gasped, but her volume was as low as he’d ever heard her. She nodded, her curly hair shaking around him. 

Arthur braced his feet on the sofa cushions, holding her upper body still and preparing himself for the push. 

Kat held her breath, drawing it in and clamping down on him to brace against what she thought might be coming. The onslaught. 

Arthur drove into her with forceful pumps, pushing himself in as far as her body allowed. Other times, he might have gone fast and hard, but not this time. He wasn’t trying to vent his frustrations with her or her with him. No, this was something else. Something gentle but pleasurable, forceful but tender. 

Kat clenched with every thrust, but her core was so hot and wet it barely registered to Arthur’s strength as he drove into her with steady strokes. The exercise was a decent cardio exercise for his abs, folding his torso, then driving his hips into a bridge with Kat on top of him. She wasn’t holding herself above him either, but lying on him, rocking her clit against him and clenching to provide more resistance. 

“Sir, please.” Kat gasped. 

“Such a good girl.” Arthur said in a whisper as he brushed his hand through her hair. “You’re such a beautiful woman, Kat. And you’ve grown so much in our time together. You’ve been a very good girl.” 

Kat rested her forehead against his, her nose pressing against his. She swallowed, closing her eyes as a tear dripped from her eye to his cheek. Arthur would have hesitated, but the smile on Kat’s face told him this wasn’t a sad tear. She was happy. She kissed him, and her hand shook against his shoulder as he drove into her again. 

“Sir…” Kat said, trying to keep her voice steady despite the way she shook. “Please, let me cum?” 

“Oh, you want to cum?” Arthur asked, teasing her. 

“Yes, Sir.” Kat said as if he were asking without already knowing the answer. “Please?” 

“Yes.” Arthur said, kissing her on the nose. “You’ve been a good girl. You deserve your treat.” 

Kat whined through the slight chuckle he drew from her. She clenched her eyes shut as he rocked his hips harder into her. Matching his pace proved a challenge, but she tried and exerted force of her own. Every time they met in the middle, she shook. Her grip on his stiff muscles spasmed, growing in intensity as they drew closer to the edge. 

“That’s it.” Arthur encouraged her. “Cum for me, cum for your Sir. Cum like a good girl.” 

Kat moaned, and she didn’t care if it was louder than she meant to be. She didn’t have an orgasm. Her orgasm took her. It struck like a volcanic eruption, and her world shook with the intensity of heat bursting from her. Arthur stilled himself mid-bridge, pressed deep into her as she spasmed around his length. Heat flooded between them, and her arousal soaked him as she came in his arms. 

Arthur held himself steady inside her until her seizing passed. Then he gently lowered his hips to the sofa. She fell limp atop him, her muscles so relaxed she might as well be boneless. 

“Thank you, Sir.” Kat said, her voice a dreamy, far-off whisper. “Just leave it in. Give me a minute and I’ll…” Her words faded into a mumble. 

Arthur was still stiff inside her, his release not yet there. Not that he was in a rush. He was running close to empty after the number of orgasms he’d had the night before. Sleep was a good rejuvenator, but he needed food and drink, too. He’d have more to give after breakfast, which was still a run away. 

Kat’s lack of energy after sex was typical. She’d take a moment, then probably finish him when she wasn’t over-sensitive anymore. Arthur thought that until Kat’s breathing shifted above him, and her head slumped against his pillow. She snored. 

Arthur chuckled, not expecting her to fall asleep, but all that did was remind him how deeply his hard cock remained lodged in her soft vagina. He hadn’t pulled out yet, and she was still on top of him, asleep. Despite the desire that remained, he was still tired. He had no idea what time it was. The room was too dark to make out the clock face in the kitchen.  

Arthur pulled the blanket over them, turned his head, tilted his face toward the back of the sofa, and closed his eyes. Hard or not, sleep took him, and he didn’t wake again until he heard someone’s phone alarm vibrating their phone in the early morning dawn. 

Arthur stirred, and Kat moaned in her sleep. She rocked her hips absent-mindedly, and Arthur’s eyes rolled. His stiff length was still inside her, and she could probably cook him with how hot she felt. The blanket had slid slightly but still covered their lower halves. He shifted, and Kat moaned again. 

Arthur rubbed her back. “Come on.” He said. “Time to get up.” Past time, given how gray the light of the day was. 

From between the mattresses and the apartment’s front door wall, a sleepy Selene crawled away from her blankets. She groped for the phone making the noise, found it, and silenced the alarm. 

She paused, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand and stretching into a yoga pose on her knees. She crawled on all fours to the space beside Arthur and Kat, between the sofa and the mattresses. 

“Master?” Selene whispered. “It’s five-thirty. Would you like a blowjob to wake up?” 

“That uh…” Arthur sighed. “Won’t be necessary, Slut.” 

Selene nodded, accepting his answer as absolute. “Yes, Master. Would you like me to prepare your shower, or do you want to squeeze in a run before work?” 

Arthur did the math in his head. After a five-mile run, a quick shower, breakfast, and a twenty-minute drive… even shoveling an already-made breakfast into his face, he’d probably end up being late to work. Still, that wasn’t the worst thing to be. It was better to be late than to miss his run. 

“Run.” He said. “Grab my sweats.” 

“Yes, Master.” Selene said. “If you roll over so she’s between you and the sofa, you can probably slip away without waking her. She’s a heavy sleeper.” 

“Yeah…” Arthur said. 

“Is something wrong, Master?” Selene asked, still whispering. 

“I’m kinda inside her.” Arthur said, gesturing. “We woke up earlier, fooled around, and uh… she fell asleep after she came with me, still impaling her.” 

Selene blinked at him, then giggled. “Lucky Brat. That’s adorable.” She covered her mouth, trying not to laugh loudly. “Do you want me to wake her?” 

“Gently.” Arthur said. “I don’t want her to freak out.” 

“Katerine.” Selene whispered, her lips close to Kat’s ear. “Rise and shine.” She said it like a code phrase of some kind, and to Arthur’s surprise it got through to Kat.

Kat blinked slowly, growled in irritation, and glared at Selene. She shifted, rolling her hips and seizing Arthur with her hands gripping his arms. “Oh, fuck.” She said. “Did I fall asleep fucking you?” 

Arthur laughed, watching the sleepy Kat go from barely coherent to wide awake. 

“We fell asleep fucking each other.” Arthur corrected her. “Yeah.” 

Kat blushed. “I don’t want to be the girl who was so boring you fell asleep fucking her.” Her face was crimson as she lifted her hips, freeing him from between her legs as she slid to the floor beside Selene. 

“You’re not.” Arthur said. “You’re the girl I’m so comfortable with that we made love on the sofa until we fell asleep.” 

That didn’t help Kat’s blush, but she looked happier than before as she brushed her hair behind her ears and stood, keeping her legs together. 

Arthur shifted the blanket aside and swung his legs over the side, barely having time to stop Selene from taking him in her mouth. He held her back by her shoulders as she stretched her neck and opened her lips to suck his cock. 

“My run, remember?” Arthur said. 

Selene reached for him with her tongue, wiggling it. She pouted when she failed to reach him. “Please, Master? At least let me clean you off.”

Arthur sighed and released her. Selene took her permission and licked him clean with eagerness as Kat left her to it, turning toward the bathroom. 

“I know we joked about it last night.” Arthur said, stopping Kat as he grasped her wrist. “But do you want to join me on my run?” 

Kat blinked at him. She glanced at her wrist where he’d grabbed her and blushed again. He could see the gears turning behind her sleepy eyes. He knew it was a long shot, so he wasn’t surprised when she shook her head. “Is it okay if I don’t, or is it a command that I do?” 

“Not a command.” Arthur assured her. “Just an invitation.” 

“Thank you, Sir.” Kat said. “But no, thank you. I’m going to use the bathroom, then go back to sleep if I can.” 

Arthur nodded, giving her permission to leave as he released her. She stepped carefully around the others and disappeared into the bathroom. 

“I’ll join you on your run, Master.” Selene said, smiling up at him from her knees. 

Arthur returned her smile and patted her head. “Okay. Good morning, Slut.” 

She rocked back, assuming the Nadu position, and Arthur stood. He walked silently around those still sleeping, though everyone but Rani had stopped snoring. 

Mindy was slowly waking up. She stretched out as Rani used her as a body pillow. 

Kelly was curled into a ball, hugging a pillow where Selene used to be. She’d kicked her blanket off in the night. Arthur replaced it, laying it over her shoulders. She made a soft murmuring noise and settled into the mattress with a subtle, unconscious smile. 

Kat lay on her back, full starfish with three of her four limbs, the fourth still in its sling. She’d also removed her blankets but didn’t move when Arthur put them on her again. 

With the girls taken care of, Arthur skirted the edge of the mattress and slipped into his bedroom. He collected his things, dressed for his run, and stopped when he saw Selene waiting by the door wearing nothing but her socks, sneakers, and collar. 

He shook his head. “You’ll need to wear more than that.” 

Selene grinned at him. “I didn’t bring my workout clothes. But… if you’ll let me swing by my apartment, I can throw something on. Can we take a small detour? Five minutes, tops.” 

Arthur nodded. Selene kissed him, and Arthur broke the kiss to move toward the door, where he waited for Selene to put a coat on. 

Instead, Selene stepped behind him and held her hands behind her butt, looking at him expectantly as if waiting for him to open the door. 

Arthur’s eyes wandered her body. They roamed from the golden hair tied into its long braid on her head and followed the braid as it fell over her shoulder. It roped between her high, round breasts and their dark pink nipples, which stood at rigid attention. Then it trailed over her toned, flat stomach and tapered into a small fray where the braid tip dangled at her hip. The end hung mere inches from the smooth lips of her naked pussy. 

“Are you going to get a coat or throw on some clothes?” Arthur asked, whispering.  

“Not unless you command it, Master.” Selene said. “I was hoping you’d make me streak across the parking lot.” 

Arthur crunched the numbers in his head. It wasn’t without risk. Being naked in a public place was risky, but it was something they’d done before. However, an empty park, field, or classroom building differed significantly from a full parking lot in an apartment complex. The hour was still too early for most people to be awake, but not everyone had the same work schedule. Kids would still be asleep or getting ready for school, so there was no chance of accidentally involving anyone who couldn’t consent. But the possibility, however small, existed that some adult might be in the parking lot leaving for an earlier shift at their job. 

Arthur stepped away for a moment and grabbed the trench coat Kelly had used the night before. Selene frowned when Arthur offered it to her but took it. The disappointment on her face was impossible to miss. 

“Hold onto it while you run.” Arthur said. “If you see anyone, you throw it on immediately. Understood?” 

Selene’s eyes lit up with her smile. She nodded emphatically and bundled the coat, holding it over her right arm. She shoved her keys and phone into its pockets, then turned and faced the door. 

“Stay behind me on the stairs.” Arthur said as he opened the door. “When we get to the parking lot, run ahead of me. I’ll follow close behind you.” 

Selene obeyed, waiting as he closed the door behind them and locked it. He swatted her butt, giving her a soft slap on her cheek that made her bite her lip and look at him in a way that communicated her desire to do an entirely different kind of cardio. 

Arthur kissed her, holding her by the neck as he did so, then released her and sauntered down the stairs. She walked behind him, naked except for her collar, socks, and sneakers. She held the coat wrapped over her arm like a baggy sleeve. It covered her stomach until she had the idea to move her arm behind her, leaving her totally nude from the front. 

The stairwell was warm, but the foyer by the mailboxes was cooler from the outside air. The chill crept toward Selene’s core from her lithe but toned limbs, prickling her skin and hardening her nipples further. Arousal fought off the cold morning air, warming her and flushing her face so its shade turned from her normal pale complexion to bright pink. 

Selene waited for Arthur to open the door for her. He peeked out first, surveying the parking lot and checking the coast was clear. The early morning twilight was lighter than when he usually set out for his run. Once he’d decided it was safe, he opened the door and gave her another swat on the ass as she ran past. 

Selene sprinted. She didn’t look left or right or try to see for herself if there might be any witnesses to her daring debauchery. She trusted Arthur and he’d verified her safety. Her legs pumped, the muscles in them flexing as her flesh rippled with every impact of her foot on the sidewalk, asphalt, and sidewalk again. 

Arthur might have thought she was running fast because she was scared of being caught, but no. Her excitement overrode her common sense, as usual. Her speed was entirely due to the thrill stoking her pulse and that it was colder outside than it had been so far this year. It was well above freezing, of course, but the temperature had still plummeted, and sweater weather had become coat weather overnight. 

Faded red marks covered her upper back and thighs from her flogging last night, but Arthur’s gaze had difficulty leaving the pale cheeks between. Her bubble butt bounced and jiggled with every stride, and wearing sweatpants had been a mistake. He’d woken with an erection, lost it getting ready, and it returned when he saw Selene waiting for him at the door. He’d let it recede before they left, but now, it wanted to return with a vengeance despite his plans to run and exercise. 

Selene entered her apartment building in a flash, and Arthur followed. He wanted to make sure no neighbors gave her trouble. She fished the keys from her coat pocket, entered her apartment, and beckoned Arthur to follow her inside, but he shook his head. 

“Wear whatever you want for your run.” Arthur said. “But we’ll be quicker if I don’t come inside.” 

Selene frowned. “You don’t want to cum inside me?” 

Arthur’s dick answered for him, rearing in his sweats. Selene smiled, reaching for it, but he stopped her by raising his hand in a stop signal. “Go get dressed.” He said, standing on the landing. 

“What if I want to do the whole run like this, with you swatting my ass every time you catch me.” Selene asked, raising an eyebrow. 

The idea had its merits, but not here and now and not without prep. Besides, the premise had one major flaw. He was a much faster runner than she was. Her ballet and dance training might keep her legs in excellent shape, but her sprinting speed was nowhere near his, not to mention her stamina. 

“Do as you’re told, Slut.” Arthur said, his tone full of warning. 

Selene smiled at his harshness. “Yes, Master.” She left the door open, letting him watch as she disappeared into her room, then returned with a bundle of clothes. She slipped on a cropped white camisole top tight enough that she had to tug it into place. Her breasts stretched the material, making it semi-transparent. It would have been fine if she wore something over it, but she didn’t. It ended halfway down her stomach, leaving a stretch of her soft ab muscles on display before the low waistband of her red track shorts resumed her modesty. However, the high cut of the legs undid any modesty from behind. The shorts left a generous view of the underside of each cheek when she turned around. 

She’d bothered with neither a bra nor panties. 

“It’s pretty cold out.” Arthur warned her. “And you might want a bra with this much running.” 

“Is that an order, Master?” Selene asked. 

Arthur considered the choice. Selene was fine doing yoga or hanging out without a bra. Running was a different beast. If she didn’t have one, she’d want one, and they’d have to cut their run short. She could always remove it if she had one and decided she didn’t want one. 

“Add a sports bra.” Arthur said. “And go with leggings instead of shorts.” 

Selene pouted but obeyed. She returned to her room and retrieved the tiniest sports bra she could find, a low-cut blue one, and a pair of matching capri leggings. She changed quickly, attempting to leave the cami and just wear the bra until Arthur shook his head and made her put it on. She sighed, put the camisole on, but left the coat behind. Selene locked the door and stashed her keys in one pocket of the cami and her phone in the other. 

“I’m ready, Master.” Selene said, smiling at him as he took her by the hand and led her upstairs and outside once more. 

They warmed up this time rather than breaking into an immediate sprint. Selene kept beside him and slightly behind, following his lead since he knew the path. He kept an eye on her while they ran, checking his speed to stay with her and enjoying the view. He let her get ahead of him once their path was set. After all, what was the point of those tight spandex leggings if he didn’t get to run behind her? 

Neither of them spoke, but they listened to the early morning sounds of the waking world as they ran through the suburban neighborhood near the apartment complex. Arthur knew his path well and could probably run it blindfolded. Selene didn’t have his experience, but she knew the area well enough to know her way back to the apartment if she got lost. 

Slowly, their world became the sound of their breathing, the chatter of birds, the occasional start of a car engine, or the closing of a door. A few people spotted them, either leaving for work, pulling out their garbage cans, or exercising. A wave or a nod was all the strangers offered at most. Some were familiar with Arthur, having seen him running through their neighborhood before. Those who recognized him were surprised he had a running mate this time, and their eyes lingered on her scantily clad, attractive figure. 

Selene didn’t seem to notice. She was focused on the run and keeping up. She was doing well for a beginner, but once their warm-up ended, Arthur realized he’d have to cut his run short or miss work if he kept at her pace. He opted to cut the run short.  

Still, running let his mind wander as his body induced its rhythmic, almost meditative state. It didn’t take long for his thoughts to drift to the many dramatic problems circling his life. Work was one thing, cutting back his hours at the office to transition to maintaining the house. That was simple, even if Beth bemoaned it happening. Beth was complicated. Finding her a dom was going to be difficult, and he hadn’t even started. 

Two new jobs on top of his old one would be interesting. He was reasonably handy, but he’d have to up his game to do the house and grounds maintenance at the new house. He had to study for that, school, and for his other new job: stripping. 

Stripping meant learning new routines and putting himself out there in a very vulnerable, potentially dangerous way. As a theoretical part-time gig, it was fun and goofy. Once was a crazy story he could tell his friends about how a misunderstanding made him a bunch of cash. Doing it part-time? It was a lot of money, but it could have dangerous repercussions in his future.

Then there were his classes and trying to make time for his homework. He had some time after lunch and then class tonight. He could make time tomorrow, but Friday night was supposed to be a guys’ night. Somehow, he didn’t think Mark and Brad would want to do homework while they hung out. 

He’d lose Saturday to the Ren Faire and some of Sunday to the girls. Not that he could complain. Selene ran slightly ahead and reminded him he was part of that problem. The way her cheeks jiggled, bouncing as she ran, made him want to tackle her, rip them, and take her from behind. Knowing her? She’d love that, even if he did it here in the middle of the street. She really embraced the slut/slave role since they started doing this. 

He needed to be careful about that. He loved Slut, but he loved Selene too, and despite her jogging with him, he hadn’t spent time with that platonic part of his friend in a while. He missed her. Going to the Ren Faire would hopefully bring back some of the old Selene. She’d always loved that place, and Arthur had to admit he enjoyed it, too. 

After the weekend came more stress. He had to pack and move everything Monday and Tuesday before classes resumed on Wednesday. Fall break was late this year. Why was that, anyway? 

His thoughts drifted slightly, then reformed on packing and moving. He needed a truck. Moving his, Kat’s, and Selene’s belongings in one trip would be great. Unfortunately, renting a truck wasn’t going to work. He had to be twenty-five to do that; for some reason, he couldn’t fathom. Deb could rent the truck for him, but she’d have to drive it, which meant asking her to take a day off. He’d have to call her. He needed to talk to her anyway, though he wasn’t sure he could talk to her about what he needed to discuss. 

Lynn was a problem, but removing her wasn’t as easy as telling his mom what had happened between them. At least not without her doing as much damage as possible on the way out. He had to minimize that somehow. 

He puzzled over how Lynn might attack each girlfriend as he ran, letting the run separate the worries from the anxiety. The endorphins kept the darkness at bay, and his love and lust for Selene kept him driven. It was impossible to feel depressed or anxious during a run. Eventually, the thoughts left his head, and the only thing that mattered was the next breath, the next step. Bliss. 

They left the suburbs behind as they entered the park along the river's edge. The sound of running water joined the early morning ambiance. The early morning twilight was growing brighter, but Arthur wasn’t sure it would be considered dawn yet. The State Park wasn’t the same as the smaller one in the center of the suburb, but it was the same one that ran behind his parent’s house. If they followed this path, they’d eventually be able to exit the park again near campus or even follow the river North along its Eastward curve, where it eventually disappeared into the mountains from whence it came. The area immediately surrounding the river was owned by the state, not privately developed, but had paved paths for people to stroll along, interrupted by bridges as necessary. 

Selene slowed as they approached a dense thicket of trees, falling behind Arthur, who slowed his pace to check on her. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yes, Master.” Selene answered, her breathing heavy. “I just need a small break.” 

Arthur nodded, slowing to barely jogging and then walking. Selene drank some of his water after he offered her the bottle and then passed it back to him. 

“Wanna fuck me in the woods?” Selene asked, gesturing to the trees. 

If he’d been drinking, he’d have done a spit take, but he coughed instead, sputtering.

Selene giggled. 

He didn’t know why her offer caught him off guard. She was his girlfriend, after all, and she’d been practically manic about fucking since they started. She took to the nickname Slut like it was a religious obligation, kneeling at every opportunity. He just hadn’t seen this opportunity coming. He probably should have. 

He glanced at her, noticing the sweat on their bodies. The cool but warming air made mist from the river roll through the area. It wasn’t dense enough to be worrisome for their run, but it was dense enough to offer them some protection from view if they went off the path. It might also get them lost, but the park here wasn’t big enough that walking in one direction wouldn’t bring them somewhere recognizable. It was wider on the other side of campus. 

“Please, Master?” Selene asked, stepping closer to him. “I want you to rip these clothes off me, shove me against a tree, fuck me raw, fill me with your cum, and make me jog home with it dripping down my legs.” 

Well, when she asked so nicely…

“You remember your safewords?” Arthur asked. 

“Red-light-to-stop-yellow-light-to-check-in-three-noises-or-taps-in-a-row-if-my-mouth-is-full.” Selene said. The words left her lips so quickly it might have been a well-practiced tongue-twister. 

“Alright, Slut.” Arthur said, stretching his legs slightly as he kept them moving while they stood in the path. “Take that top off.” 

Selene crossed her arms in front of herself, grabbed the hem of her cropped cami, and lifted it off without hesitation. Her sports bra was skimpy, and he could spot her nipples attempting to tear through it at the peak of each breast. Her skin glistened with the foggy air, adding to the moisture of her sweat. She offered him her shirt. He took it and threw it on the ground beside the path, leaving it in the dirt. 

“Walk into the woods.” Arthur said, pointing. 

Selene swallowed but turned and followed his direction, walking ahead as twigs and leaves crunched under her sneakers. She crossed her hands behind her as if bound, but he had no rope or leash to bind her with. She didn’t seem to care. She could imagine the ropes and what he’d do with them. 

“Stop.” Arthur said after they’d traveled far enough off the path that they could no longer see it. 

Selene stopped. He stepped behind her, lodging his raging erection between her cheeks, separated by his sweatpants and her leggings. 

“Think sweat will work for lube?” Arthur asked idly. “I want to fuck that ass. You’ve been teasing me with it all morning.” 

Selene shuddered. “Why should lube matter, Master? I’m your slave. My body is yours to play with. If you want my ass, it’s yours. Take it.” 

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Without lube, it would hurt you. You wouldn’t enjoy it.” 

“So?” Selene asked. “I’m your slave. My body is yours.” She repeated the phrase as if it were a doctrine. “My enjoyment doesn’t matter. Yours does. Use my body however it pleases you best. It’s prepped and ready for you.” 

Arthur grabbed her hips, pulling her against him and rubbing his cock between her cheeks. He grabbed her throat with his left hand, lifting her chin as he tightened his grip. Selene moaned, letting her pleasure grow louder as his right hand snaked beneath her shorts, checking to see how well-prepped her pussy was for pleasure. 

His fingers were slick when he pulled them away. He pushed them toward her lips, and her tongue snaked out to lick them clean. She sucked on his fingers, then he resumed fingering her, repeating the process several times as he choked her with his left hand. His grip was tight, focused more on the sides of her neck than the front, letting her breathe while she enjoyed his unyielding grasp. 

“Master.” She whimpered as he fingered her. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Just fuck your slut.” 

Arthur knew what she wanted, and he’d oblige her, but he wanted to have his fun first. If he was cutting his run short to play the role of her master, it was on his terms, and he’d do as he wanted. 

“Quiet.” Arthur commanded. 

Selene closed her lips, then opened them to receive his fingers a moment later. She sucked them clean, tasting her juices with every lick. She closed her eyes and moaned. 

Arthur kept going, letting her saliva and arousal coat his fingers as he used them to make her ready for him. When he judged she was as prepared as she’d get, he released her and pulled down her leggings. 

She stepped out of them as if they burned her before tearing off her sports bra, leaving her naked in her sneakers once more. 

“Hands on the tree.” Arthur said, gesturing to the tree ahead of them. 

Selene bent at the waist to reach it, bracing herself with her arms slightly bent and crossed at the wrists. Her palms pressed flat against the round trunk. Instinctively, she spread her legs slightly and adjusted her stance, arching her back to present her ass to Arthur. 

Arthur didn’t take her ass but lowered his sweats enough to free his erection. He pressed it between her legs, sliding it against her waiting slit and coating it in her juices. 

Selene clamped her mouth shut, trying not to speak, but she lost her battle and whimpered. “Please…” 

Arthur sighed and produced her leggings. He turned them and pushed them into her mouth crotch first, letting her taste her juices once more as they darkened the blue spandex. He gagged her with them from behind, pushing them in until they formed a neat ball behind her teeth, and she clamped down, breathing through her nose. 

She accepted the gag eagerly, almost as if she’d hoped he’d give it to her. 

Arthur pulled her braid, lifting her head so she faced the tree and not the ground. He wrapped it around his left fist several times, bringing it taut as he pressed against her from behind. He entered her, sliding into her with a thrust of his hips until his thighs brushed her ass. 

Selene moaned through her gag, her eyes rolling as she surrendered herself to pleasure. 

Arthur moved his hips, thrusting deeper with every stroke until her cheeks clapped with the motion. He pumped into her, one hand holding her braid like a leash, the other on her hip, guiding her to him with every thrust. Meanwhile, Selene braced herself against the tree, her wrists crossed as if she’d surrendered to her fate. She moaned without restraint, letting her leggings muffle her volume. The open air carried away the rest through the fog. 

The remote location and the isolation were perfect for this early morning fuck, and honestly? It felt great. The foggy air was thicker than he used to breathing with this particular activity, but it wasn’t painful. The cold air was invigorating, making every steamy inch of warmth from their bodies precious. Combined with the running endorphins, the sex felt amazing. He might have been annoyed that it was interrupting his usual workout routine, but it was too enjoyable to be mad about it. Besides, he’d have a night off soon enough. For now, he could use the opportunity to play rough with his girlfriend. 

He increased his pace, slamming into her until the clap of his thighs against her cheeks sped past their usual rhythm. 

She matched him, pushing back against the tree despite the bark biting into her palms. Or possibly because of it. The pain and pleasure center in her brain lit up with every thrust, and her panting moans grew explosive as she spanked herself with his hips while he fucked her. 

Selene spit out her makeshift gag, letting her leggings fall. “Master!” Selene whimpered. “May I cum? May this slut have your permission to cum?” 

“Spread those cheeks for me, Slut.” Arthur said, not answering her question. 

Selene’s eyebrows shot up, but she didn’t question him. She adjusted her stance, widened her legs, and moved her hands, pulling her cheeks apart. She’d told the truth. She was ready for him, and with his cock coated in her juices, he was as lubed as he could be. 

He spit on her asshole to add saliva since her asshole was frequently too tight. 

“Push it in.” Arthur ordered, his dark tone hitting Selene full-force and weakening her knees. 

She teased herself with her fingers, lubing her asshole with his saliva. 

Arthur slowly slid his cock from her pussy, and pressed his cockhead against her asshole. 

“Here.” Arthur said, whipping her ponytail around her. “Bite down since you dropped your gag.” He spanked her ass for that, and she chomped her braid as hard as she could, treating it like a bit. 

Selene’s eyelids fluttered as he pressed into her ass, and she gave a grunting scream of pleasure, high-pitched and heavy. 

Arthur stilled, but Selene looked at him and nodded. He held onto her hips and pushed forward, sliding further into her. She shook her head back and forth, and he stopped again, but she released the bit gag. 

“I didn’t signal. Keep going, Master.” Selene said. “I’m just moving a bit to loosen up, to relieve some of the… the… oh, my god. FUCK. You’re so big… You’re breaking me, Master. I love it. Break me. Use me. Make it hurt in the best way.” 

Arthur grunted, holding her by the torso so she could stand slightly. It was awkward, but he wanted to hold her while he fucked her ass, so he lifted her. 

Selene groaned, “Oh, shit!” She reached behind her, clawing for him, but she realized the futility and shifted her feet instead. 

Arthur stood with his legs apart, his groin jutted forward under the hips to let his dick stick straight up into Selene’s ass. Selene, with her flexible dancer body, wrapped her legs around him from behind and stretched her torso as close to upright as possible. Arthur held her in his arms, hugging her from behind and holding her in place against him. His forearms crossed her torso under and above her breasts, and she clung to his topmost forearm with both hands, squeezing tight. 

He couldn’t offer much thrust in this position, but he didn’t have to. Selene clenched and milked his cock with it lodged in her ass. 

Then Arthur had an idea. He let his right forearm, the one beneath her breasts, slide along her torso until his hand dipped between her legs. She pressed her mouth into his forearm and moaned into it as he rubbed her, holding onto him for dear life. Then he slid his other hand slightly, dislodging her face from his forearm as he brought his hand to her throat.

Selene gasped. His body suspended her in the air, his dick impaled her ass, his hand grasped her throat, and his long fingers played with her exposed pussy like he knew exactly where to strike. She couldn’t endure the onslaught of sensation and pleasure, even though Arthur knew she wanted it to last forever. Her moans had that pleading ‘don’t stop’ quality to them, and Arthur knew she’d need a ball gag the next time they tried this position. 

Selene came with plenty of warning, the tightness in her body squeezing his dick like she wanted to break it off inside her. She sprayed her arousal when she came this time, coating her leggings and bra below them but not caring. She clung to his hips with her legs and to his arm with her hands. Every muscle in her body clenched, and it was up to Arthur to catch her when relaxation struck after what seemed an eternity of spasms that were almost painful to him. 

Those spasms made it impossible for him to hold back any longer. Her pleasure drove into him with the force of a truck, and her seizing and clamping drove every thought from his head. Arthur’s release came hard and fast. He groaned as it struck, flooding her with his load as his cock seized and twitched. The veiny passage on the underside pulsed with each release, thrumming as each blast struck her insides and made her quiver with pleasure. 

She hung there in his arms, impaled on his cock like a doll. Her arms and legs hung toward the ground without reaching it as he held her aloft, and he almost laughed to think of what they must look like. He rolled her shoulders and moved her off him.

Panting in the aftermath, Arthur withdrew his cock from her dripping ass. He moved her where he wanted, placing her with her feet on the ground. 

Selene spun and dropped to her knees. He moved to catch her, thinking she was falling unintentionally, but she used his arms for support and held them at bay. She swallowed his cock without instruction, sucking him clean and pushing him into her throat with slow, steady strokes as she face-fucked him. 

He grunted his approval and held her head in one hand, slowing her. “Good Slut.” He said. “Now put your clothes back on.” 

The run was far from his usual trek, but they’d kept the cardio portion of the workout pretty high. That counted for something. In the meantime, they were running short on time, and he had places to be. A nice hot shower would feel great after this chilly fog. 

“Yes, Master.” Selene said, taking her wet leggings from the tree stump they’d fallen onto. She put them on. Her bra had fallen into a muddy patch, so she held it away from her slightly as she searched for her top.

Arthur had tossed it to the ground back on the path, but as they searched for it, they couldn’t find it. Neither had paid particular attention to where it fell, and either the wind had swept leaves over it or someone had come along and taken it while they were distracted. 

The latter option bothered Arthur, so he didn’t mention it. Instead, he took off his hoodie. 

“No, Master, I couldn’t–” 

“You can’t run back to the apartment topless.” Arthur said, rolling his eyes. “I can.” 

His chiseled masculine physique wasn’t the type to draw complaints. Selene’s feminine breasts weren’t street-legal. They had to be covered, at least in suburbia. 

Selene didn’t argue. She threw his hoodie on, and it fell to her mid-thighs. It was far too big for her, more like a dress than a sweatshirt, but she liked it. She held the hem and twisted back and forth, treating it like a dress. 

“I’m never getting that back, am I?” Arthur asked rhetorically. 

Selene didn’t answer, but she smiled a knowing and wicked smile. They both knew the rule universal to girlfriends everywhere. The sweatshirt was officially hers now. She let her eyes wander his sculpted torso and wet her lips with her tongue, letting it roll over the center of her bottom lip. 

Arthur stretched, then nodded in the direction of the apartment complex. “Well, you got what you wanted, Slut. Are your legs dripping enough for you?” 

Selene nodded. “Yes, Master. Thank you for using this slut.” She smiled. “I might have trouble running in a straight line, though.” 

Arthur shrugged. “You wanted me to fuck you in the ass, so…” 

“Not a complaint.” Selene said. “That was…” She mimed an exploding head and provided the sound effect to make her point clear. “You are so fuckin’ sexy sometimes, I can’t even stand it. You’re too good to me, Master. I love you.” 

Arthur reached for her hand, and she placed her hand in his. He squeezed it, holding it as he started walking again. “I love you too, Selene.” He kissed her forehead. “Come on.” He said, shifting into a jog after a few steps and releasing her hand. “I’ll race you back to the apartment complex, and if you win, I’ll let you have another orgasm before work.” 

Selene sped off ahead of him. Her first steps faltered, given the pain that sprang up in her so recently used body, but it only made her blush and adjust. Soon, she was sprinting as fast as her legs could take her and giggling as she ran.