Harem House - Chapter 32 Part 4

“Last order of business.” Yvonne said, turning the page over in her notebook. “The spring musical. We have to decide so we can have auditions.” 

Selene frowned, glancing at Maria. “I thought we decided? We voted last week on Addams Family.” 

“They denied us the rights.” Brad explained. “Apparently, some theater in Crofton is doing it.” 

“Oh.” Selene said, surprised, but she’d had a busy week and weekend. It made sense she was out of the loop. “Well, Arthur nominated The Odd Couple.” 

“That’s a play, not a musical.” Yvonne said. “We’re not doing that.” 

“But–” 

“The other nomination was Spamalot.” Yvonne continued as if Selene hadn’t tried to interject. 

“And I had a nomination with more equal role opportunities.” Caleb said, raising his hand. “Not that I don’t enjoy a sausage fest, but we’ve got a lot of sopranos in this club, and if we do Spamalot, there will be blood.” There was only one female lead, after all. The knights could be cast of any gender, but there was one female lead and the ensemble. Yvonne had already cast herself as the lead. 

“What’s your nomination, bro?” Brad asked Caleb. 

“She Loves Me.” Caleb said. “I know, it’s heteronormative, but it’s cute as fuck, has a good mix of roles, and nobody else is doing it.” 

“Is that the one Zachary Levi did?” Maria asked, obviously trying to recall it. 

Caleb bit his bottom lip and nodded, causing the others to chuckle, except Yvonne. 

“It’s a crappy show.” Yvonne said, rolling her eyes. “Nobody saw it. That’s why it closed.” 

“You could argue that would make it fresh to our audience.” Mark said, interjecting. “And I think I remember that one. It’s based on that old Jimmy Stewart movie?” 

“It’s based on the same play the Jimmy Stewart movie is based on, yeah.” Caleb nodded. 

“Well… I can’t say I really know the show, but I’ve no objections.” Maria said, looking around the table. 

Yvonne was the only one with a scowl on her face. 

“All for She Loves Me?” Caleb asked, raising his hand. The others followed suit, except Yvonne. 

Yvonne sighed. “Fine. We’ll do the crappy Zachary Levi musical.” She closed her notebook with more force than necessary and stuffed it into her bag. “Are we done? I think Selene has to get stuffed into a trunk somewhere.” 

Selene jolted in surprise, and the others looked at her, then Yvonne. 

“If there’s going to be a girl fight, should we film it to raise money for set construction?” Brad asked. From his tone, it was clear he hoped a joke would diffuse the situation. It only seemed to piss off Yvonne even more. 

“Nobody’s going to fight.” Maria said. 

Maria’s statement was more of a demand, and Selene watched Yvonne carefully. Yvonne glared at her as if trying to burn her alive with her gaze. Selene didn’t think the woman would lunge across the table, but she never thought she’d be this antagonistic either. She’d never realized how little their friendship meant to Yvonne. 

“It’s not even her you should be mad at.” Caleb said. “Why does Selene get all the attention? I’m the one who suggested a different musical.” 

Yvonne turned her glare to Caleb. He waved. 

Mark and Brad laughed, but Maria and Selene were too worried Yvonne might explode to do much other than prepare to make a run for it. 

“I quit!” Yvonne yelled, slamming her bag on the table. “You can do whatever you like. I’m done with this fucking club!” 

“Just because you didn’t get your way?” Caleb asked, surprised. 

“Because all of you are against me! You refuse to remove someone who has made this an uncomfortable environment! You take his side over mine and refuse to even consider my proposals! I do all the work behind the scenes, and it’s volunteer! I could spend my time doing other things! I’m done! I’m not doing the fall play either! I quit!” Yvonne shoved her things into her bag and slung it over her shoulder during her tirade. She stormed out of the room without looking back, and the door slammed closed behind her. The others all stared in wide-eyed disbelief, turning to each other once she’d gone. 

“Well…” Caleb said, his voice much lower than Yvonne’s had been a moment ago so that he barely disturbed the silence she’d left in her wake. “I, for one, feel the environment just got a lot more comfortable.” 

Selene sighed. 

~~~

The drive to the house was quicker than Beth expected, but Arthur drove fast. He must have been in a hurry. That thought made her smile. She was eager, too, but the drive had given her time to cool. Still, her need remained, and she shook at the thought of following Arthur into an actual bedroom. Suddenly, the idea of blowing him or having him go down on her seemed insufficient. That wasn’t what a bed was for.  

Arthur’s old Ford turned onto the driveway first, followed by Beth and Kat behind him. The three had kept each other in sight as they drove, but Beth followed the GPS instructions for the most part. Arthur slowed in the driveway, and so did they. 

They rolled toward the garage, and Arthur pulled forward around the loop, pointing toward the exit by the time he stopped. Theirs were the only cars here, and the garage doors were closed, but the house was dark except for the external lights, including the basement. 

Arthur hopped out of his car and moved to the side yard as Beth parked. The house was more extensive than Beth expected, and she stood in awe after climbing out of her car. Arthur returned, holding the key to the light, and Beth shut her car door behind her. Her nerves shook as she followed him to the front door’s stairs. 

“Welcome to my soon-to-be-home.” Arthur said, smiling as he opened the front door. “Well, ours.” He gestured to Kat. 

Kat smiled, pleased with the inclusion. 

Beth entered after Arthur as he stepped inside and held the door for her, and Kat followed them. Arthur disarmed the alarm before he turned on the lights. 

The foyer was impressive, and the interior was more lavish than Beth expected. The bright tile, the hallway's hardwood floors, the sitting room's soft carpet, and the fireplace looked expensive. It all seemed so luxurious.

“Holy crap. Are you a secret millionaire?” Beth asked. Her duplex was half this size, including the half she and her sister didn’t rent. 

“Not me.” Arthur said. “My mom likes to show off and spend her money on nice things, but I don’t think my parents are millionaires either. Unless you include their retirement money.” He shrugged. “She’s a very cunning shopper, though.” 

Kat stepped out of her shoes and put them by the door. Beth did the same but struggled to balance as she removed her heels. 

Kat shook her head. “Are we… playing?” Kat asked. “Should I put my collar on?” 

Arthur nodded. Kat reached into her purse and pulled out a black choker with the word “BRAT” written across it in rhinestones. Beth looked at Arthur, unsure what she should do. 

“You know how I call Mindy, Whore, and you Bitch?” Arthur asked. “Well, Kat goes by Brat.” 

“Makes sense.” Beth said, nodding. 

“Well, fuck you too.” Kat said, fastening the choker behind her neck, stamping her foot in frustration, and turning so Arthur could do it. 

“Sorry. I just meant–” 

“It’s okay.” Arthur cut off Beth’s apology as he took Kat’s choker and pulled the band against Kat’s throat, making her step back against him as he fastened it. “Brat’s just needs some attention. She’ll be nice to you tonight, or she won’t be able to sit for a week.” 

Beth hushed, realizing the implication. Arthur seemed to enjoy spanking his partners, and both she and Kat had shapely behinds. She didn’t want to draw attention to hers, though. Beth didn’t want to be thrown over his knee tonight. Or maybe she did, given how much she’d enjoyed her spanking last time. Her cheeks clenched at the idea. 

“Isn’t that right, Brat?” Arthur asked. 

Kat twitched her nose. “Fuck you.” 

Arthur slapped her ass so hard it pushed her forward, and she staggered a step, held in place by his grip on the choker encircling her throat. Kat gasped, and her eyes went fuzzy. She licked her lips. 

“Be a good girl.” Arthur growled. 

“Make me.” Kat said, her voice hoarse against the choker. 

Arthur glanced at Beth, then back at Kat. He sighed. “You remember your safewords?” He asked. 

“Of course I do.” Kat spat.

“Remind me.” Arthur said. 

“Red light.” Kat said. 

“Or Bratwurst.” Beth said. 

“Yellow light if we need to pause or slow down.” Kat said. 

“And the SOS signal, three grunts, if my mouth is full or I can’t speak.” Beth said. She’d replayed her introduction to the terms and concepts over and over again in her imagination enough times that she memorized more than the safewords he introduced. 

“Very good.” Arthur said. “I can tell that Kat wants it particularly hard and brutal tonight.” He moved his grip to Kat’s breast, and she melted against him as he squeezed his hand closed. 

“Yes, Sir.” Kat said. She took a deep breath and put her palm against Arthur’s leg behind her. 

“But what about you?” Arthur asked, looking at Beth. 

Beth watched them, the need in her burning again, simmering between her legs. “However you want.” She answered. 

“What do you want?” Arthur asked. “If you had your way. Do you want me to play the morally gray villain of your fantasies again? Or are you fantasizing about something else tonight?” 

Beth bit her lip, considering his offer. Did she want her first time to be like this, like the office, or did she want something romantic? 

No, not romantic. The very concept felt cheesy. Everyone had the same ‘first-time’ story. She wanted something different. Something that would make her wet just remembering. Something she could rub herself to late at night, lying alone in bed, imagining Arthur’s thick cock between her legs instead of her vibrator.  

“I want something… hard and hot. But I don’t want a lot of punishment tonight. Just… I want you to take me. Fuck me. Rough and hot. Push me. Play the villain. Let me say no and pretend to blackmail me, like before; that was hot.” Beth said, surprising even herself with her candid response. She took a moment to breathe and relaxed as she looked into Arthur’s eyes. “Is that okay?” 

“Absolutely.” Arthur said. “And you, Kat?” 

“I want my usual.” Kat said. “I’m your Brat. It’s your job to deal with it.” 

Arthur’s smile crept along half his face, growing with the bulge in his slacks. “Are you ready to begin?” 

“Yes, Sir.” Beth said. “But…” 

Arthur raised an eyebrow. 

“Can we go upstairs?” Beth asked. “I… the tile is cold.” 

Arthur nodded. “We will. But first, strip. Both of you. Your dresses stay here. Hang them on the coat hooks.” 

Beth and Kat looked at each other. Beth obeyed, unzipping her dress behind her as she faced Arthur. 

Kat didn’t move. She glared at Arthur as he stepped away from her toward the base of the stairs. He blocked them where he stood. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot. 

Beth realized she was the only one undressing and hesitated as she held the now loose fabric against her. “Are we…?” She hesitated. “Should I stop?” 

“Keep going.” Arthur said, his voice a growl. “If you know what’s good for you.” He glared at Kat. 

Beth frowned. She didn’t like that he ignored her while she undressed, but she didn’t know how to translate the silent conversation between Arthur and his girlfriend. She continued undressing, leaving her in her push-up bra. Her pantiless bottom half drew Kat’s attention as the dress fell to the floor. She turned, showing them both her backside as she hung her dress on the coat hook by the door. 

“You slutty-ass bitch, trying to fuck my boyfriend.” Kat said, her voice full of judgment. 

Beth blushed, crimson flaring across her face. “He…” She pointed at Arthur. “He told me not to wear any uh… any panties tonight. So…” 

“And you just do whatever you’re told?” Kat asked, tilting her chin toward Beth. “Where’s your pride?” 

“Uh…” 

“She left her pride at home.” Arthur said, smiling. “She might be a bitch at work, but she knows what I’ll do to her if she disobeys me. She’s a good girl.” 

Beth blushed deeper at Arthur’s praise. “Come here, Bitch.” 

Beth hesitated; she knew Arthur was addressing her and not Kat, who was acting like a… well, a bitch. Or a Brat. Beth walked over to Arthur, trotting over to him and stopping a step away from him and the base of the stairs when he raised his hand for her to stop. 

“Take the bra off.” Arthur said. “Leave it on the floor.” 

Beth reached behind her, twisting her arms until she found the clasp, and she breathed a sigh of relief as the bra fell to the floor, her breasts hanging lower than she’d like, but she pressed them up as she crossed her arm over her middle. 

“Hands at your sides.” Arthur corrected her. 

Beth frowned but lowered her hands, placing her palms against her bare, pudgy hips. 

“Good girl.” Arthur said, smiling at Beth. He reached over and stroked her hair behind her ear with his fingers. 

Beth closed her eyes, enjoying the trace of his fingernails against her temple. His fingers didn’t stop there. They curved over her ear, descended her neck, scratched her collarbone, slashed across her breast, and rounded the underside of her boob until they scratched her nipple, teasing its eraser tip into hardened steel. 

“How does it feel, being totally naked before your employee? Are you ready to earn the deletion of those pictures?” Arthur asked, watching Beth. “Are you ready to surrender yourself to your new lord and master? In the office, you bare parts of yourself to me, but the clothes are always on. They’re nearby, ready to cover you in case we’re discovered. Here, there’s no threat of discovery. Tonight, all of you is all mine. You’ll leave every scrap of clothing behind you for the rest of the night.” 

Beth swallowed. The simmering heat in her body blossomed until it warmed her thighs and chest. Her breaths came heavy, making her chest rise and fall while her nipple remained in the same place, caught between his fingers. “It feels… good. Master.” 

Arthur smiled and stepped closer to Beth. She tilted her head back as he entered her space, and her lips parted moments before his descended to hers. He kissed her. The ghost of ginger tea lingered on his lips, but Beth enjoyed the taste as the warmth in her body exploded within her. She felt as though she might ignite whatever she sat on next, but as Arthur’s thigh pressed between her legs, his slacks became damp rather than aflame. 

“Let’s go upstairs.” Arthur said. 

Beth nodded silently. To her surprise, Arthur swept her off her feet, literally. He picked her up and turned her so she lay sideways across his arms like a bride about to cross a threshold. Beth squealed and gasped as she moved her hand against his pec. His arms were stronger than she realized, and he didn’t even seem bothered as he started up the steps. 

Kat started to follow, and Arthur turned to glare at her. 

“You can join us when you learn some obedience. If you put a single foot on the stairs with that dress still on, I’ll remove it for you, and I won’t be gentle. You won’t be able to wear it in the morning.” Arthur warned her. 

That made Kat stop and study his face. Beth did the same, trying to determine if he was serious or if this was part of their game. Kat seemed willing to risk it. She stepped forward again, stopping at the bottom of the stairs, her feet on the floor but her hand on the railing. 

Arthur sighed and set Beth down. “Stay right here.” Arthur said, kissing Beth again. 

Beth nodded, dazed as Arthur left her. 

Kat glared at Arthur as he approached her. “I didn’t step foot on the stairs.” She protested. “See?” 

“Three.” Arthur said, stepping toward her. 

“I didn’t!” Kat said. “You can’t.” 

“Two.” Arthur said. 

“Don’t rip my dress.” Kat said. 

“Take it off.” Arthur said, his voice a growl as he stood in front of Kat now, easily within arm’s reach and a step above her. 

She didn’t say anything or move. 

“One.” Arthur said. 

Kat still didn’t move. 

Arthur didn’t sigh or give her another chance. He moved so quickly that Beth flinched. He grabbed Kat by the throat and drove her back a step. His left hand reached her neckline, and while the dress didn’t tear, he wasn’t gentle. He pulled it off her in fits and starts, stretching, ripping, and moving it out of his way with forceful movements. He didn’t stop there. He snapped her thong, breaking it from her body in two quick pulls, one of which made Kat yell as the back of it wedged between her cheeks before it broke. Arthur didn’t stop, and her bra didn’t survive either. 

Beth’s eyes widened to see Kat’s now naked form, her hands clutching at Arthur’s arm as she gasped for breath. Arthur spun her around, still holding her by the throat. Her backside was against his front, and she struggled but made no real effort to throw him off her. Her resistance was a pantomime. Beth could see the arousal dripping onto Kat’s thighs at their play, and she swallowed as she realized her own thighs were soaked. 

Arthur gripped Kat’s breast and squeezed, driving a gasp from her, then a high-pitched yelp as he pinched her nipple between his fingers and rolled it. Kat’s yelp became a moan, then a grunt. 

He dipped his hand over Kat’s hips and between her legs, forcing her legs apart. He rubbed, fingered her, and then pulled his fingers out and forced them into Kat’s mouth as she tried to breathe. She gagged, and Arthur shoved her forward. She caught herself but remained on all fours at the bottom of the stairs. Her breath was ragged and heavy. 

Beth stood, shaking on the stairs as Arthur strode toward them. “Walk ahead of me.” Arthur said, nodding to Beth. “Turn right when you get to the top of the stairs.” 

“Yes, Master.” Beth said. She turned and gave Arthur a great view of her ass. Beth swallowed. She was weirdly proud of her behind. It was big and round, sticking out from her body. Her hips were wider than she’d like, but it all worked together, even if there was more cellulite than she’d like. Arthur didn’t seem to mind. He liked her ass and tits if the number of times he spanked or groped her in their playing together was any indication. Beth began her ascent, her footsteps shaky as if the stairs were moving beneath her.

Kat crawled behind her. She’d started to stand, but Arthur pushed her down again, so she remained on her hands and knees, crawling step by step until they reached the top. 

Arthur walked behind them, enjoying the view and pointing to the right as Beth looked behind her. 

Beth turned right at the top of the stairs, finding a set of double doors that led to what must have been the master bedroom. It was large, and the king-sized bed in the center of the room against the far wall had a blanket that smelled like fresh laundry. The bed called her to it, and she followed its siren song across the room. 

“Stop.” Arthur said as he entered, and Beth froze. 

She wanted to hide under the blankets, comforted in their warm embrace. She wasn’t cold, but her skin shivered as her knees touched the soft carpet beneath her. She knelt without being told, but Arthur seemed to approve. 

The room was incredibly dark. Curtains covered the windows, shuttering out the outside world and its electricity-lit darkness. Kat continued on her hands and knees, but she was no longer ahead of Arthur. He held her by the back of her head, her pretty blonde curls in a ball, his fist clenching her hair and directing her with it like the scruff of a cat. 

Kat’s tits swung as she crawled, but not nearly as much as Beth’s would have. Still, the discomfort of the motion echoed in Beth’s breasts, her sympathy swelling. Kat didn’t seem to mind. If anything, her hooded eyes and parted lips expressed pleasure at her handling, and she moaned when Arthur pulled her upright so she stood on her knees facing Beth. 

Arthur turned on the lights and dimmed them. He eyed the furniture in the room as if this were the first time he was seeing his new bedroom. The blue blanket covered the bed, the warm, soft carpet beneath their feet, the table with its caged support beneath it, and the TV above it on the wall opposite the bed. He spotted the walk-in closet and the master bath. He nodded. 

“Beth, be a dear. Hold Kat steady for me.” Arthur said, gesturing her closer with the curl of his finger. “Stand in front of her, yes, just like that. There’s a good girl.” 

Beth stood directly in front of Kat now, her feet on either side of Kat’s closed legs. Kat’s eyes stared into Beth’s waist and the slight suggestion of a belly there. She wasn’t gym fit, nor was Kat, but Kat’s stomach was flatter, and her body was generally in better shape. Tighter, smoother, with fewer veins and cellulite than Beth. She couldn’t help the comparison. 

Arthur moved Beth’s hand to replace his grip on Kat’s hair. Beth raised an eyebrow but gripped the girl’s hair as Arthur closed her fingers over it and moved his hand away. 

“There we go.” Arthur said. “Now, Brat, you’ll want to hold onto Beth. Go ahead and hug her.” 

“This is disgusting.” Kat said, frowning. “I’m not into women. You know that. I can smell her. She’s fucking dripping.” 

“So are you.” Arthur pointed out. “And you should know by now that I know your limits. So shut up and do as you’re told, or what comes next will be even worse for you.” 

Kat’s nipples hardened as goosebumps erupted over her flesh. She raised her hands, placing her palms on Beth’s hips, holding herself steady. To hug her, she would have had to loop her arms around Beth’s butt, and Kat seemed hesitant to do that. 

“It’s okay. You can hold onto me.” Beth said, her voice a low, hungry whisper. 

Kat shook her head, but only slightly. Beth held her hair in place, and Kat’s eyelids flickered at the tension. Her hot, heavy breath warmed Beth’s stomach, and her nipples did their best to pierce Beth’s soft and fleshy thighs. 

Behind Kat, Arthur undressed. He removed his jacket and shoes, left his socks on, and tossed aside his shirt. Arthur unfastened his black leather belt and pulled it from the loops. His slacks remained, but Beth wondered how long he’d leave them on. His bulge had only grown, and he must need relief soon. She bit her lip just thinking about him shoving her to the bed behind her and ruining her forever. 

Kat heard the belt leave its loops and turned her head before Beth wrenched it back into place, eliciting a sharp cry from Kat, but no safeword. 

Arthur smiled as he stepped forward. He folded the belt so a loop of it protruded from his fist. He pressed the loop against Kat’s back and slid the leather from the base of her spine to between her shoulder blades. Kat shuddered. 

“Do you know why you’re about to be punished?” Arthur asked. 

“Because you’re a sick, sadistic freak?” Kat asked. “I’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve been helping you tonight. I’m even letting you fuck this bitch. I let her suck your cock!” 

“You’ve had an attitude all night.” Arthur said, not breaking his stride. His face had flickered at being called a freak, but he didn’t break character. If anything, he seemed more resolved at Kat’s defiance, and his grip on the belt tightened to show off the muscles in his chiseled arms. 

This wasn’t the light whacking he sometimes did at the office with her, Mindy, and a stiff wooden ruler. This was next-level. The kind of spanking Beth had to look forward to if she broke her promise to herself and allowed this to happen again. Or what she might never enjoy if she did what she was supposed to do and denied herself her place at Arthur’s feet. 

“Hold her.” Arthur instructed Beth. 

Beth tightened her grip on Kat’s hair in her fist and put her other hand on Kat’s shoulder to steady her. 

Arthur slapped Kat’s ass with his hand, eliciting a sharp cry and a pulse of her breasts against Beth’s thighs. Beth shook with her exhale, hearing the slap and the cry, and Kat’s breath warmed her stomach. 

“Is that all you’ve got?” Kat asked. “I thought you were supposed to be strong.” 

Beth’s eyes widened. Arthur was strong. She could see the lines of his muscles as he moved, shifting behind Kat like a tiger, ready to pounce as the shadows of the dimly lit room fell across his torso. His entire body was tense, rippling muscles out of place in the real world, reserved for the internet, television, or movies. Beth’s eyes watered at the thought that he, of all people, wanted her. His desire for her didn’t make sense in Beth’s mind, but the look in his eyes as he sized Kat up told Beth she would never question him again. He was more than a man here. More than their Master. He was their god, and Beth longed to throw herself on his mercy and plead for release from that stiff sword still buried in his pants. 

Arthur spanked Kat’s ass again, putting so much swing into it that Beth staggered back a step from the blow pushed through Kat. She put one foot slightly behind her, steadying herself as a follow-up blow struck the other cheek. 

Both times Kat cried out and sucked in her breath through a ragged inhale. Her eyes were wet, her makeup smearing, but her face was defiant. 

“Harder.” Kat said, choking on the word as she said it. “Stop holding back and show me the real you.” 

Arthur exhaled. He circled them and made his decision. “Release her.” 

Beth released Kat, and Kat released Beth. Arthur took Kat, wrenching her around Beth and driving her toward the bed by his grip around the back of her neck. He shoved her onto the bed, so she was bent over the side of it, her legs bent, thighs against the mattress, calves at an angle, toes on the floor. Kat’s legs spread wide enough for Beth to glimpse her pussy, and the juices dripping from it. She could also see the handprints on Kat’s ass, red and burning as they faded into the bedroom air. 

Kat pushed herself to her elbows on top of the mattress, but Arthur pushed her down by the back of her head, shoving her face into the blanket. 

“I need you to hold her in place.” Arthur said. “I want you to climb up, face me, and kneel with your knees on either side of her back.” 

Beth did as he instructed, and he helped move her into place. The weirdest part was this kept Kat’s arms out in front of her. She couldn’t move her hands behind her because Beth’s legs were in her way as Beth straddled her and knelt with her feet tucked under her. Her soaked, hot sex pressed into Kat’s upper back, between her shoulder blades. 

Beth blushed at exposing herself not only to Arthur but directly onto this girl she’d just met. Still, it was what Arthur wanted, and she obeyed him, especially with that belt in his hand and that look in his eye. She didn’t know what Kat was thinking, antagonizing him. 

This was a side of him she hadn’t seen before. A character he hadn’t played. He’d been forceful, commanding, and evening punishing before, but Mindy was such an enthusiastic participant Beth couldn’t help but get swept away. Here, with Kat, it felt almost dangerous, but this was Arthur. 

She knew that he was safe. He was simply playing a role like he would on stage. She had her part to play, too, and for some reason, she felt far less guilty about it now than before. There was no office constantly reminding her of her role as Arthur’s boss. They weren’t boss and employee here. They were Master and Bitch, and not in a bad way, but… she was his Bitch. Somehow, that made her feel better about the name and the term. Not ‘A’ bitch. His bitch. Just like he was her Master. 

Arthur stepped forward, rubbing Kat’s ass with one hand, putting his knee on the mattress, and kissing Beth as he reached behind her and brought her face to his. The movement surprised her, causing her eyes to flare wide, but she slowly closed them, and the kiss took over her world and forced everything else aside. She welcomed his tongue and did her best to please him with her mouth. Beth embraced him and held onto him until she was so aroused by the kiss she ground herself against Kat below her. 

Kat turned her head to talk, grunting at the sensation of Beth’s hot, slick pussy scraping against the top of her spine. “She’s a horny bitch. Are you gonna do anything back there or just paw at my ass all night?” 

Beth kept her eyes closed as Arthur ended the kiss and slowly pulled away. She felt adrift, floating happily in darkness. 

“Are you?” Arthur asked, causing Beth to open her eyes. 

“Am I what?” Beth asked, realizing how far away her voice sounded. 

“Are you a horny bitch?” Arthur asked. 

“Yes, Master.” Beth answered without hesitation or thought. There wasn’t a single thought in her head. Just need. Her desire for relief drove her to an honesty she didn’t know she possessed. “I’m your horny bitch.” 

Arthur smiled. “Lean forward. Put your hands here.” Arthur patted the top of Kat’s round ass, where it met her back. Beth lowered her palms to the flesh, leaning forward slightly but keeping herself notched against Kat’s spine. 

“If any of my other girlfriends were here, I’d have them eat you out.” Arthur explained. “But I think I’ll do that myself later.” He smiled when Beth did. “In the meantime, I need your help punishing this brat of mine.” Arthur pushed the loop of his belt against the portion of Kat’s ass pointed toward him to indicate her. “She hates girl-girl stuff.” Arthur explained. “But I want you to use her.” 

“What?” Kat asked from beneath Beth. 

“Hump away while I give her some welts, and see if you can cum before my arms get tired.” Arthur said, smiling. “Can you do that for me? Can you be a good little bitch and get yourself off?” 

Beth nodded. “Yes, Master.” 

“Good.” Arthur said. “Hold her steady for me while you do it, and when I’m done here, I’ll fuck you in whichever hole you want it the most.” 

Beth’s chest flushed pink as she shook, holding herself steady against Kat beneath her. She wanted Arthur’s cock in her now, but she obeyed. She held Kat down and slowly rocked her hips forward and back, humping Kat’s back as though she were a pillow.

Kat mumbled behind her. 

“And Brat?” Arthur asked, staring at her ass. 

“Yeah?” Kat asked, still defiant. 

“The good news is you can scream as much as you want. Push your face into the mattress and let it out. There are no neighbors to complain about us making too much noise here. But you do not have permission to cum, and if you do, I’ll lock you in a chastity belt for a week. Understood?” Arthur asked. 

“You can’t do that–” Kat started to say but cut herself off as Arthur restarted her spanking. 

He stood beside Kat, swinging his arm back and forth repeatedly, striking one cheek and then the other, alternating. Beth humped Kat as he did, accelerating her rocking hips until she matched his rhythm. Arthur kissed her, and Beth sucked in her breath through her nose as if she were leaving this world behind for a vacuum. She felt everything melt away, overwhelmed by pleasure until all that remained was the heat between her legs, the thrashing but weight-restrained body beneath her, Arthur’s lips on hers, his fingers groping her breast, and the rhythmic slap of his other hand against Kat’s bared ass flaming red so hard that Beth could feel the heat tingle her fingers. 

Kat’s mumbling complaints morphed into cries of utter anguish, then groans and cries of pleasure. She moaned, screamed, and hollered as Arthur changed his strikes' angle, impact, and intensity. First, he used his hand, but after she was good and hot, he struck with the belt. The noise changed, and the response from Kat changed as she struggled beneath Beth, prompting Beth to push harder and hump more frantically, crushing Kat’s breasts into the mattress with every blow until the girl beneath her was nothing but a sputtering, groaning, and quaking mess of a woman. 

Beth came with no warning and a sharp cry as she lowered herself, bending her elbows slightly and driving her toward Kat’s rear-end and the belt smacking against it and her upper thighs. 

Arthur moved so he had his knee on the mattress, his other foot on the floor, one hand striking Kat’s ass with the belt, and the other on his zipper. He tugged it down, and before he could pull himself free, Beth’s hand dove into the gap and drew out the object of her desire. She put her mouth over it, eagerly sucking the tip and wetting it with her tongue. She continued humping Kat below her at a steady pace, feeling her next orgasm hiding behind the next horizon. She pumped Arthur’s cock with her face, crying out in delight as a second small orgasm tore through her. 

Beth soaked Kat’s back each time she came. The girl’s spine glistened with her juices, and Arthur’s groan of pleasure joined the chorus. Beth shuddered at the rich baritone striking a chord in her inner being. She closed her eyes and ground faster against Kat, humping her back as though riding a horse at a gallop in a race she wanted to win. 

Arthur’s hand grappled Beth’s hair, but she didn’t want him to pull her off his cock, so she dove in the other direction. Bending her elbows, she dropped her face onto his massive length, and he impaled her face and throat. She choked, unable to breathe with him lodged so deep, filling her, making her unable to do anything. Still, she didn’t panic. She didn’t struggle. She came. 

Her orgasm wrenched her body so hard she flipped off of Kat, throwing herself back, off Arthur’s cock, over Kat’s head. She rolled, clamping her legs shut tight as her orgasm wracked her with spasms, drawing her into a ball as if she might fold into herself and disappear forever. 

She heard Arthur’s laughter off in the distance, and the strikes of the belt against Kat’s ass faded into oblivion. 

There were noises, far, far away. Beth didn’t know what they were or who made them. Her nostrils inhaled the smell of skin, soap, arousal, flowery laundry detergent, a fresh blanket beneath her, and the salt of sweat beading in droplets along her hairline. Arthur’s smoky, pine scent filled her world, and she was in a forest of hazy pleasure. The best she’d ever felt. Pleasure was the only thing that existed here, not anxiety, worry, tomorrow, or yesterday. 

Her body jostled, pressure on her arm registered in her brain, and she knew she should open her eyes, but she didn’t want to. There was no reason to. She only wanted to remain here, lost, untethered, and at peace. 

“Beth?” 

“Is she okay?” The feminine voice sounded as groggy and out of it as Beth felt, so she assumed it was her speaking, even though it didn’t sound like her voice. 

“She’s breathing. Beth?” 

“What did you do?” 

“She had a really strong orgasm. I think she’s in sub-space.” 

“Sub-space?” 

“Kind of like you are, but deeper.” 

“What?”

“Exactly. Just shush. Be a good girl.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

Those were the last words Beth remembered until she opened her eyes to see Arthur holding her in one arm and Kat in the other. He stroked her lower back gently with his fingertips, like softly strumming a guitar. The three of them lay in the bed. Kat curled over Arthur, clinging to him, with her ass in the air. 

“Cock.” Beth said as if waking up. 

“I’m sorry?” Arthur asked, holding in his laughter. 

“I wanted… I want you to fuck me.” Beth said. “Why did we stop?” 

“Because you spaced out.” Arthur said. “I finished Kat’s spanking, got her off, and handled her aftercare. Hence the bag of ice.” He held up a small plastic bag tied in a knot. The slosh of water made Beth realize more time had passed than she thought. 

Kat held up a thumbs-up. 

“She’s still coming out of it.” Arthur explained. 

“Coming out of what?” Beth asked, still drowsy but feeling more awake and alert as her body registered Arthur’s hip notched against her lower lips. 

“Subspace.” Arthur said as if that were an explanation. “You hit it pretty hard and were out of it for a while. I didn’t want to push further while you were so deep.” 

Kat patted his chest. “He explained it.” She said. “It makes a lot of sense when you think about it. I just didn’t have a term for it before.” She nuzzled Arthur. “Fuck that was good.” 

“Yeah? We’ll see what you have to say about it tomorrow. I bet you’ll curse my name every time you sit down.” Arthur said. 

“I deserved it. I needed it.” Kat said. She shrugged, then tried to sit up on her side. She closed her eyes as the ice pressed against her backside, and she swallowed. “I’m done for the night, but you can still fuck him if you want to. I’ll scoot over.” 

“Maybe sleep on your stomach.” Arthur said. 

“I’ll do what I want.” Kat said. 

“Brat.” Arthur said, his voice carrying a tone full of warning. 

“Sorry, Sir.” Kat closed her eyes. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be good.” 

“Good girl.” Arthur said and stroked Kat’s scalp with his fingers. 

Beth squeezed Arthur, hugging him. “We shouldn’t. I should head home. I shouldn’t spend the night. My sister will want to know where I am. Who I was with. I can’t tell her or anyone about you. Us. Whatever this is.” 

“You can go if you want to.” Arthur said, his tone even. 

“You don’t think I should?” Beth asked, surprised. 

“Should you? Yes. Absolutely. It’s the smart thing to do. Do I want you to?” Arthur asked, continuing his thought. “Absolutely not. I want you to straddle my hips and ride me until we both cum so hard we threaten to break the bed. Then I want to fall asleep with you and Kat in my arms and wake up with you warming my bed in the morning.” 

Beth swallowed, looking up at him, and nodded. 

“What does that nod mean?” Arthur asked. 

“Yes, Sir.” Beth said, sliding her leg across Arthur’s middle. “Just… tell me what you want. I don’t… I don’t know what I’m doing here.” 

Arthur nodded, and Beth continued climbing across him until she straddled his hips. His hard cock pressed against her, sliding between her legs and protruding behind her, stiff and rigid against her like a railing. She shuddered, squeezing him with her thighs, her knees on either side of his hips. 

Facing him, Beth could see him looking up at her. Her heavy breasts swung forward as she leaned toward him and pancaked between them as she kissed him. Arthur kissed her back, holding her with one hand on her upper arm and the other on her back, holding her to him. 

“Master.” Beth said, whispering. “We can’t do this all the time. I can’t be with you like she can.” She glanced at Kat. 

“I know.” Arthur said. “But we can be together like this.” He said, holding her. “It won’t be all the time. It will be every now and again. A special treat for when you need it, and meanwhile, we’ll work on finding you someone who can give you what you need all the time. How does that sound?” 

“It sounds amazing.” Beth said, kissing him. She kissed him hard and long and felt the tears in her eyes fall. Her makeup must have matched Kat’s by now, and Kat looked as though she’d been through a tsunami. The younger girl’s eyes remained hooded but locked on Beth and Arthur. Beth could tell that one of Kat’s hands was between her legs beneath the blanket, her fingers slowly circling herself as she watched them. 

Beth blushed a deep crimson. “Are you sure you want me?” She asked. “You could have any of your girlfriends or even my sister. She wants you so bad… but I want you first.” 

“I want you.” Arthur said, his voice steady and honest. “When you’re ready, put me inside you, and I’ll take over from there. I’ll be as rough as you like. Use your safewords when you need to, okay?” 

“Yes, Master.” Beth said, closing her eyes before she kissed him again. 

The kiss between them started gentle and blossomed into a furnace between Beth’s legs. She was sore and tired, but she didn’t care. She’d wanted this for too long to stop now. She’d wanted to know how it felt, and now she had a first-time story that would blow her sister’s out of the water. Would she ever tell Krissy? Maybe not. But she’d remember every detail of tonight for the rest of her life, which only made her want Arthur more. 

She kissed him and kissed him and kissed him until finally, the need between her legs grew so great she worried she might break. She ground herself against his length while they embraced and kissed, and when she was at the breaking point, she rose, grabbed his dick, and pressed herself against his tip. 

“Don’t be gentle.” She reminded him and plunged onto his cock. She was dripping, hot, and ready for him in every way. She moaned as he filled her. The sensation was more intense than any vibrator she’d had before, and the stretch of her body over his felt more intense than her reaction to any dildo. She shook and quivered with the sensation, closing her eyes as Arthur pushed her up with his hips and took over. 

Arthur was a machine. 

Beth didn’t know if she would ever recover from tonight. She didn’t want to. She wanted the bruises on her legs and thighs to remain as permanent tattooed reminders of Arthur taking her body, mind, and soul. Beth wanted to think of him splitting her open every time her head hit the pillow. She wanted to watch him in the office and remember his naked body, the flex of his arms as he pumped her onto his cock as if she weighed less than the college girl beside him. 

The jostle of breasts ignited pain and pleasure coursing through her body and reverberating off the cock, impaling her, providing sheer pleasure in overwhelming quantities. She squeezed his length with her inner muscles, seeing if she could slow him down, but he pummeled through any resistance without contest. 

She saw stars, and the hazy forest of pleasure returned as she broke away from her body, overwhelmed and not even realizing she was screaming her pleasure to the sky. She came twice before he exploded inside of her, filling her with hot, creamy liquid that ignited her once more, setting her off on another series of spasms and clenches that she rode out on his unflagging cock. 

Arthur grunted, groaned, and cried out beneath Beth as her body wrang the last drop of pleasure from him. He collapsed onto his pillow, sweating and breathing heavily. He caught Beth as she fell forward and rolled her gently off him as she curled against him and straddled his thigh once more. Spent, she floated and didn’t care about coming down. 

Arthur stroked her back and told her she was a good girl. Somewhere off in the distance, Kat scooted closer and joined Arthur’s other side. Beth realized they were talking, discussing the events of their play. Arthur took Kat’s choker off, and she cuddled against him, holding him. Their arms crossed over his torso, Beth drifted to sleep, safe, secure, happy, and lost.