WIP: Harem House 26 Part 1

The third quarter ended with the home team, the Wolves, leading by four points. Their quarterback rushed forward and made a thirty-yard drive for the touchdown, bringing the team out of their slump just as the clock ran out on the quarter. The crowd unleashed chaos. Cheers and screams chased him during his run. Even Arthur felt the electricity of anticipation launch everyone to their feet to cheer on their team.

Mindy bounced the entire time, throwing her fists in the air. The touchdown had almost everyone in the stands hugging their neighbors. The girls on either side of Arthur crushed him as Mindy and Selene surged toward him from the left. Kelly, Kat, and Rani pushed into him from the right. Arthur’s arms settled around Kelly and Mindy. The group laughed as they let go of each other.

Below, Brad and Jen separated the quickest. Jen blushed in embarrassment for getting carried away. Mark and Maria kept their arms around each other. Lynn and her neighbor never stood but applauded. Arthur didn’t know the other girl’s name, but he’d seen her around campus. He wondered if he should warn her about Lynn, but Arthur supposed he couldn’t warn everyone on campus. Lynn would see that as an act of war. They’d learn for themselves soon enough.

Arthur returned to his seats with the others, his eyes still on Lynn, until he felt a buzz in his pocket. He checked his phone, only to see a message notification from Kelly. Arthur looked over at her, and she returned his questioning look with a glance toward his phone. He read the text.

Wifey: What’s wrong, Mister?

Arthur smiled and shook his head.

Hubby: Nothing. Life is grand.

Kelly frowned when she read his response.

Wifey: Don’t let Lynn ruin today for you. We’re here for you. Just ignore her.

Hubby: Yes, dear. I’ll try.

Kelly smiled and squeezed his thigh. Her firm grip steadied him, and he placed his hand over hers, letting his fingers trace the smooth skin between her calloused knuckles.

The game continued, and the fourth quarter began, with the enemy Tigers in their orange and brown jerseys charging forward. Arthur and the others watched, cheering for their team’s defensive line, as the Wolves did their best to stop any forward momentum. They stopped the Tigers from achieving their ten-yard advance, and they switched to offense.

Kat stood up, sliding from between Kelly and Rani toward the aisle.

“Everything okay?” Kelly asked.

“Yeah… I’m just going to make a call.” Kat said.

“You want me to come with you?” Kelly asked.

“No, but… Arthur, can I talk to you?” Kat asked.

“Sure.” Arthur nodded. He reached to pull Kat into his lap, and she fell into him with a plop that made her laugh. Her clinging pink maxi dress was too long. Her pink cowgirl boots appeared as she kicked. She curled her feet under her and planted them on the ground.

“Not what I meant.” She slapped his chest. “Come on.” She pulled him up as she regained her feet, and Arthur moved with her, sliding out of the row as she led him by the hand.

Lynn, Skylar, and Mark, Maria, Brad, and Jen (MMBJ) in the row below them noticed, but said nothing. Brad looked the most surprised. He returned his attention to the game to the game. Lynn looked the most confused.

“What’s up?” Arthur asked as he and Kat ducked out of the seating section and into the concrete rings where the snack and merch stands ringed the stadium. They stood between two pillars, hidden from most prying eyes unless someone walked directly past them.

The popcorn stand on one side and the cotton candy stand on the opposite mingled their aromas in the alcove, giving it the smell of butter, salt, sugar, the air before a thunderstorm, and the earthy-sweet odor of decades-old stone, splattered with sugary liquids over the years.

“Kelly told you what she, Rani, and I discussed?” Kat asked.

“Yeah.” Arthur nodded. “You know I won’t abandon you, right?”

Kat was quiet.

“Katerine.” Arthur said. “Look me in the eyes.”

Kat looked away at first but held his gaze on her second attempt.

“You and I are boyfriend and girlfriend. I will not abandon you for anyone else. You are mine, my girlfriend, and my Brat. I am your boyfriend, your Sir. Any time you need reassurance, repeat your mantra.”

“My mantra?” Kat asked.

“Remember the phrase I had you repeat on Tuesday?” Arthur asked.

Kat’s eyes searched his for a moment. “The thing about me being your–” She glanced around them. “Submissive?”

“Yes.” Arthur nodded.

“I am your submissive, and you are my Sir.” Arthur reminded her. “Whenever you’re insecure about us or the harem, repeat those words. Out loud, if possible.”

Kat smirked. “You are my submissive, and I am your Sir.”

Arthur glanced around, and Kat yelped. He moved swiftly and spanked her. The spank on her ass flushed with heat, and she clenched as the sting dissolved.

“Say your mantra correctly, or I will throw you over my knee right here.” Arthur said. He checked to ensure no one could see them in their shallow alcove. The surrounding concrete supports hid them from eyes, he realized, but the smack on her ass echoed, even dampened by her dress. Her yelp echoed loud enough to cover the noise.

Kat blushed. “I am your submissive, and you are my Sir.” Kat said.

“Good girl.” Arthur kissed her, and Kat hugged him tight. Her arms slid under his and squeezed his ribs so hard he grunted, the air flying out of his lungs.

“Sorry.” Kat apologized. “But thank you. Sir.”

“You’re welcome.” Arthur said. He paused, then asked, “So, Kelly said Rani helped you work things out?”

“Yeah, she helped me figure my shit out.” Kat nodded, though she was still hugging him, so the nod rubbed her face against his chest. He rested his chin on her head and wrapped his arms around her as they talked.

“So, you and Katelyn are good again?” Arthur asked.

“No, but we might be. I still need to talk to her. Is it okay if I do that before meeting you at the hotel?” Kat asked.

“Absolutely. Do you need me or Kelly to join you?”

“Taking Kelly might be a good idea,” Kat said, ignoring a bystander who walked past them. “And, of course, you’re welcome to come.”

“I can make a detour.” Arthur said.

“Can I ask you something?” Kat asked.

Arthur could sense the hesitation in her voice, so he decided to lighten her apprehension with humor. He was positive he’d nailed Kat’s sense of humor this time.

“I don’t know, can you?” Arthur asked. The extra stress on ‘can’ was the same tone he remembered his third-grade teacher using. He could still hear Miss Stone’s weary voice.

“Oh my god.” Kat released the hug and stepped back, punching him in the chest. Her punch didn’t hurt, but it surprised Arthur. “And you call me a brat? Can has a secondary meaning synonymous with may. It’s acceptable usage and still ‘proper’ English to say can in place of may when asking permission!”

Arthur blinked at her. “How often have you had this conversation?”

Kat grimaced. “I’m an English major. It’s come up a few times with various professors. I will die on this hill, so tread carefully.”

Arthur laughed.

“I have a serious question, though.” Kat lifted her gaze to Arthur’s face.

Arthur braced himself. “Okay. Ask away.”

“Do you want to fuck Katelyn?” Kat asked.

Arthur looked at Kat, studying her face. Her eyes were still on his. Another pedestrian passed them, but they didn’t draw as much attention since they weren't hugging anymore. Arthur knew he had to choose his words carefully.

“Is there a right answer?” Arthur asked. “Should I say, ‘It’s a trap!’ and dive away right now?”

Kat rolled her eyes. “The right answer is the truth.” She said. “Be honest with me. Do you want to fuck her?”

Arthur contemplated it. He pictured Katelyn. She had a cute face above a long, willowy frame. Her legs were fantastic, coltish and well-shaped. They were her most alluring feature. She had no curves compared to Kat, Kelly, Rani, or any member of his harem. She dressed cutely. She shared Kat’s style in a more playful way, but when he imagined her, he didn’t picture himself approaching her at a party. “Not particularly, no. I have you and the others.”

“That took you a while.” Kat said.

“I had to think.” Arthur said. “You wanted an honest answer, so I had to picture her, decide if I find her attractive, and whether I would pursue her apart from… everything else.”

“And you decided no?” Kat asked.

Arthur shrugged. “She’s a lovely girl.” He said. “She’s got great legs, and she’s attractive in her own way. All women are, I guess. But she strikes me as immature for her age, and if I had the choice between her and you?”

Kat frowned. “That’s not what I asked. I don’t want a comparison. I want to know if you’re attracted to her. If we girls invited her, would you want her in the harem?”

Arthur considered again. “She doesn’t have to join the harem to live with us.”

“I know.” Kat said.

“So now you want her to join the harem?” Arthur asked, confused. “You didn’t want anyone to join, did you?”

Kat frowned. “If you didn’t know Katelyn and met her at a bar, would she be your type?”

Arthur frowned. “Tough to know, but probably not?”

“Probably not?” Kat asked.

“Before the harem, before Selene, my ‘type’ was the ‘girl next door.’ Like you.” Arthur gestured to her and touched her shoulders.

Kat’s frown lifted. The blush on her cheeks faded as she turned her head to block Arthur’s view of her face with her curly, golden hair.

“Are you just saying what you think I want to hear?” Kat asked.

“Ask Selene. We’ve discussed types before.” Arthur replied.

“I will.” Kat said. She returned her eyes to his face, then stepped away, pulling out her phone.

There was silence in the conversation as Kat texted her sister.

Brat: Before the harem, and besides Lori, what type of girl was Arthur most likely to go for?

Slut: Are you scoping someone for Master to fuck?

Brat: No.

Selene sent a frown emoji.

Slut: From what we discussed, I wasn’t his type. He liked girls like you and Lori. Not fat, but with “meat on their bones” that could “take a pounding”, with curves and dark hair. He called them girl-next-door types, but that phrase could mean anything. I think he meant soft and casual, not heavily made-up or bimbo-ish. Why?

Brat: Just curious. Thanks.

Selene sent a ‘what the hell?’ gif.

“Okay. Selene backed up your story.” Kat put her phone away.

Arthur laughed.

“So you don’t want to fuck Katelyn?” Kat asked.

“If you or Kelly wanted me to, I would, but right now? I have no interest in pursuing her myself.” Arthur said honestly.

“Okay. And if I wanted you to fuck her?” Kat asked.

“I’d ask you why, especially when you were so upset over the possibility this morning and set against her joining the harem.” Arthur pointed out the obvious.

Kat sighed. “To help her get over Sean, let us be ourselves around her, be close to her again, and apologize. Inviting her will help my relationship with her and Selene and show I can… share.”

Arthur looked surprised. “You wouldn’t get jealous?”

Kat shrugged and held it. “Honestly? No clue.”

Arthur laughed. “That sounds right.”

“But are you okay if I invite her to the hotel tonight?” Kat asked. “To the harem?”

Arthur stared at her as he considered the question, its implications, and how adding someone else affected his plans for the evening. Katelyn was a wild card he hadn’t accounted for when planning. She wouldn’t stop them from enjoying themselves, he hoped, but the idea of starting a relationship at an orgy struck him as odd, even for him.

Judging from last night, Katelyn might be a party girl, but she didn’t strike Arthur as emotionally unavailable or casual. Her attachment to Sean, who cheated on her, made Arthur uncertain how she would react to multi-partner sex. Rebound sex was expected, but he would need to be careful with Katelyn’s heart, even if she wanted his body.

Arthur was in the deep end, so he might as well swim.

“If Kelly is okay with it and thinks it’s a good idea, and the other girls give you the green light, you can invite her. But let her know tonight’s not a casual party. I’m fucking each of you and using you in various ways. If she’s alright to witness me tying you up, fucking every one of your holes, and doing the same to your sister and your friends, then she can join us.”

Kat gulped and shifted in her stance, squirming.

“Are you sure bringing her won’t ruin your night? Would you prefer her not to be there? You were pissed at her. Is it better to proceed with caution?” Arthur asked.

“I was pissed at her for trying to fuck my boyfriend against his will. For trying to steal you.” Kat said. “If I know you’re into her, and I know you’ll fuck ahead of time, and I’m giving you my permission, it’s different. She won’t be stealing you. She’ll be joining us. And despite how stupid she can be sometimes and how jealous I can be, apparently, she was–is my best friend, and I care about her.”

Arthur chuckled.

“What’s funny?” Kat asked.

Arthur growled. “You are my submissive, and I am your Sir. You don’t need to give me permission. I need to give you permission. Do I need to remind you of your place? I’m bringing the flogger tonight.”

Kat squirmed again. She responded by sticking her tongue out at him. His smile told her he wasn’t serious. He was keeping the mood light.

“Keep that up, and I’ll let Slut be the one to whip you. You two argue enough. I’m sure she has pent-up frustrations to work out with you.” Arthur warned.

Kat grimaced. “You wouldn’t dare. You’re my Sir. Not Selene. Discipline is your job.”

“That’s a fair point.” Arthur said. He smiled as Kat relaxed. “I’m stronger, anyway.”

Kat bit her bottom lip and sucked in a breath.

“Now, I think I’ve decided. I’m going to talk to everyone, but you should call Katelyn. I’ll be here if you need me.”

“Yes, Sir.” Kat said and kissed him before he stepped away.

Arthur stepped to the alcove's edge, turning his back to Kat, giving her a semblance of privacy. He could hear everything she said and Katelyn’s voice on the other side of the call.

Kat pulled out her phone and pulled up the contact info, turning her back to Arthur. She made the call. She sighed as the phone rang and tried to relax. Katelyn picked up on the last possible ring.

“Hello?” Katelyn asked.

“Hey, Kat.” Katerine’s voice sounded sad. “It’s Kat. Can we talk?”

“Sure.” Katelyn said.

“Can we talk face to face?” Katerine asked.

“Right now?” Katelyn asked, confused. “Aren’t you on a date?”

“Yeah.” Katerine said. “Not right now, but maybe tomorrow morning? Before brunch?”

“Oh.” Katelyn sounded surprised because she was.

“If you’d rather I skip brunch tomorrow, I can.” Kat said, earning her a shake of Arthur’s head and his hand on her shoulder.

“No, no. That’s okay.” Katelyn said, summoning her strength. “I want to talk. We need to talk. I’m… Kat, I’m so sorry for what I did. I don’t–”

“I know.” Kat said. “We’ll talk. I want you, me, and Kelly to sit down and talk. Maybe Rani, too, if you’re okay with that. And Arthur?” She glanced up at Arthur, who nodded.

Katelyn laughed, but her laughter didn’t sound happy. “Why not just invite everyone?”

“Well…” Kat hesitated. “If you want to, we’re all hanging out after the game. We’re going to a hotel Arthur booked for a…” She paused as she looked at Arthur. “Private party.”

“Are you inviting me to…” Katelyn left the suggestive comment unspoken.

“To talk.” Kat clarified. “Just talk. If you want.”

“To just talk?” Katelyn asked.

Kat sighed and reached for Arthur. He held her hand, squeezing her fingers in his to reassure her. “We need to talk before anything else. I… I overreacted. I got jealous and protective, and… can we talk about this face to face rather than over the phone?”

“Sure.” Katelyn said, agreeing. “You want me to meet you at the hotel?”

Katerine muffled her voice. She held the phone against her collarbone and turned her face away toward Arthur. “You’re sure you’re okay if she joins us?”

Arthur nodded.

Kat considered her options. She returned to the phone. “No. I want to talk to you, just you and me first.” Katerine said. “Can I swing by after the game?”

“Sure.” Katelyn said at once.

“Okay.” Kat said. “I’ll see you then.”

“See you then. Bye Kitty Kat.” Katelyn said as Kat ended the call.

“Good girl.” Arthur said. “Look at you, getting over your jealousies and possessiveness.”

Kat squeezed his hand. “Well, it’s easy to feel secure when I’ve got my Sir.”

Arthur kissed her forehead, and she hugged him again, squeezing him tight.

“Thank you.” Kat said again.

“You’re welcome.” Arthur said. “Should we head back to our seats?”

Kat nodded and held his hand as they returned to their seats until she had to let go of him or clothesline Kelly.

The game continued in the field below them. The crowd reacted as plays went back and forth. Both teams struggled to drive the ball. The defensive lines for the teams were desperate to hold the line and were starting to amp up their aggression. Offensive lines answered that aggression with desperation, taking riskier plays and making longer passes, hoping to drive past the defenders.

The home team's blue and gray jerseys clashed with the enemy's orange and brown as they warred on the battlefield. The crowd ate the conflict up, moving around Arthur like a storm as he calmly sat and wrote something on his phone. Selene and Kelly glanced his way as he wrote, noticing how little he paid attention to the rest of the world.

When their phones dinged, the five girls checked the group chat.

Master: So I’ve come to a decision regarding the harem I want to discuss here. Queenie suggested I be more dominant, so I’m attempting to be less democratic than usual. That said, if you have objections, you can talk to me. You know your safe words.

Master: Recently, Slut and Brat got into an argument. Brat wanted to close not only the harem, as agreed, but wanted me to stop sleeping with people outside our harem. Slut didn’t want this. Her cuckquean fantasies revolve around me sleeping with other women.

Master: I’ve decided on a compromise of sorts. I am the luckiest man alive. Five submissive girlfriends is more than I ever expected, and I realized stability is what’s best for our little family.

The girls smiled.

Master: However, I do not want to forbid the possibility of additional partners, nor will I forbid fresh additions to the harem. So, I will only sleep with anyone outside the harem with one or more of you with me. So I won’t hook up with Beth without Mindy, or a random girl at a party without Selene, etc.

Master: You will ask my permission before getting involved with anyone else and will only do so with my presence and participation. You will talk with me before approaching anyone else to join the harem. If we decide to add anyone to the harem in the long term, we will add them with the unanimous enthusiasm of everyone involved.

Master: Let me know if you disagree with any of these decisions. If you agree, tell me you agree.

Kelly, the first to respond, squeezed Arthur’s thigh as she typed.

Wifey: Yes Sir. I agree. Thank you for taking the lead on this.

Slut: Thank you, Master. Of course, I agree, even if it’s not my place to have an opinion as your slave.

Kat laughed at that one, then looked embarrassed as the girls looked at her. “What?” She said aloud. “Selene’s an opinionated bitch, sometimes.”

If anyone nearby heard her, they didn’t turn or make a show of it. Rani and Mindy laughed. Selene rolled her eyes.

Queenie: I agree, my King. Thank you.

Whore: I agree, Boss. It’s a good plan!

Brat: If I disagree, will you spank me for it?

Master: lol. No. You and I will discuss it, that’s all.

Brat: Well, that’s no fun. I agree then. Sir.

Master: Good. Now, on that note. Brat has made a request. Do any of you object to Katelyn joining us tonight?

Kelly’s expression shifted from surprise to contemplation while the other girls focused on Kat.

Brat: I asked Arthur for permission. If the rest of you are okay with it… I’ll invite her. There's no guarantee she’ll come.

Queenie: I’m fine with her coming if Brat’s okay, but can we kick her out if she ruins the mood? I’m not dealing with more vomit. I’m adding that to my list of limits.

Master: Yeah.

Whore: I’m in the dark here, but I’ve no objection. The more the merrier?

Slut: All our friends should experience you, Master. I would love to welcome another harem sister. I’ve no objection.

Queenie: Hot.

Wifey: I am okay with her joining us if Kat is, but we’ll need to prepare Katelyn for what she’s walking into. Tonight will be wild, judging by Wednesday night.

Queenie: Fuck yeah! Maybe she’ll be better at riding Arthur than she was at the bull!

Slut: lol. There’s an idea for tonight. We can take turns ‘riding the bull’ and see how long we can last.

Master: Oh don’t worry. I have plans for tonight.

Whore: I can’t wait…

Queenie: Me either.

Whore: No, I can’t wait. Do we have to finish watching the game?

A quiet laugh rippled through the group. There wasn’t much time left in the game. Arthur looked at the game clock. Judging by the eight minutes left on it, they had twenty minutes before the stadium emptied. Then, they’d have to wait for the crowd to disperse. Traffic would be a nightmare. If they left early, they could beat the traffic. They would, however, miss the final score of the game.

Arthur looked to his left and right, checking the expressions of his girls. They looked at him, waiting for him to answer. This was his decision, as were the others, apparently. He smiled. Five hot women eager to fuck. Knowing he’d have to detour before the hotel, he couldn’t make a case for staying.

Master: Let’s go.

The girls stood, drawing the attention of Mark, Maria, Brad, Jen, Lynn, and Skylar below them. With small waves, the six started shuffling toward the aisle.

“You’re leaving?” Brad asked, surprised.

“Yeah, we’re gonna beat the rush. Let me know who wins.” Arthur said.

“Are you going to the Alpha Theta party?” Brad asked.

Arthur shook his head. “Nah. Is that where you’re going?”

Brad looked at the others, who shrugged. “We were thinking about it.”

“Have fun.” Arthur said. “Have a drink for me.”

“You should come.” Mark said. “Caleb’s band is playing.”

Arthur nodded. “I would, but we already made plans to go to a…” He glanced at the girls, then back at Mark. “Private party.”

Mark’s eyebrows rose.

Maria giggled. “Go have fun. We’ll see you Monday?”

Arthur nodded and waved farewell.

Brad gave him the middle finger, hating him in a good-natured way. The others waved farewell. Mindy, Selene, Arthur, Kelly, Kat, and Rani marched out of their row. Rani returned Brad’s middle finger with one of her own and a bright smile.

Lynn also departed a minute after they left, telling Skylar she had to meet her parents.

The six ambled along the walkway once they left the stadium behind them. Each took a breath of fresh, free air away from the noise and odor of the crowds. The crisp October leaves swept across the empty campus in a lazy breeze. Arthur and his girls walked with purpose.

“Okay, Mindy and Rani, pack up at your dorms and meet us at the hotel.” Arthur said as they reached the fork for Mindy’s dorm.

“We have errands to run first.” Mindy gave Rani a conspiratorial glance. “But yes. We’ll meet you there.” She nodded. “Is there anything we should bring?”

“Any toys you might have?” Arthur answered. “Whatever you want to wear tomorrow, lingerie for tonight, and your swimsuits, if you have any.”

“Any preferences for swimwear or just the sexiest ones we have?” Rani asked.

Arthur chuckled. “The sexiest ones you have. And I’ll wear mine.”

“Deal.” Rani nodded.

She and Mindy walked off toward their dorm arm-in-arm. Kelly, Arthur, and Kat walked the paved walkway holding hands. Selene walked a pace behind them, her gaze low, her hands behind her back. The slave walk Arthur taught her once, now re-enacted.

Selene couldn’t help the wide smile across her face.

Kelly rested her head on Arthur’s shoulder, happy and content. Kat rested hers on Arthur’s arm, closing her eyes and letting him lead.

“Can we make a pit stop before we leave?” Kelly asked. “I have to use the restroom.”

“Are you using the bathroom or bringing Arthur with you?” Kat asked with a knowing smile.

Kelly laughed. “No, I need to use the facilities.”

“Oh.” Kat said. “Actually, I have to too.” She pointed to the administration building they were passing. “Can we make a pit stop?” She asked Arthur.

“Yes, we can.” Arthur said. He directed their walk uphill as they approached the building. The cheers from the stadium faded into the distance. Few were outside the stadium, but there were a few. The food trucks were preparing for the post-game wave, their heavenly aromas beckoning the stadium crowd to dinner.

The campus grounds braced for impact with its hungry, inebriated, and hopefully celebratory hordes.

None noticed the dark-haired young woman walking behind them at a distance. Their eyes were forward, on the admin building, or in Selene’s case, on Arthur’s butt.