WIP: Harem House Chapter 25 Part 4

“Where the fuck are they?” Kat asked, oblivious to those below them but looking behind her toward the entrances, searching for any sign of their three missing compatriots. 

Rani shrugged. “Fucking. You know Arthur, he’s got them both bent over a-” She stopped as the group in front of them turned around at the mention of Arthur’s name from a familiar voice. “-table.” She finished her statement. 

Mark and Brad looked at each other. They were on either side of the girls, with Maria beside Mark and Jen beside Brad. The four were in the middle of the row, offset from the six seats Arthur had taken by two seats in the eight-seat rows. 

“Hello.” Maria said. Her voice was cheery, as if she hadn’t heard or ignored Rani’s statement. “I see Arthur bought the seats?” She asked. “This is our usual spot for games. Not that he ever comes.” She glanced at the empty seat next to Kelly. 

“Oh.” Kelly said, nodding. “Yeah. Just a fortunate coincidence, I think. He’s off getting snacks.”

Rani nudged Kat. “Or getting off snacks.” 

Kelly shot Rani a look, but Rani and Kat couldn’t help but giggle. Rolling her eyes, Kelly turned her attention back to Maria. 

Lynn, sitting between Mark Skylar, who was on the aisle, turned. Her eyes landed on Kelly. Her face lit up with a smile.

“Can I sit with you guys?” Lynn asked, gesturing to the three empty seats. “Until Arty and the others get here?” 

Kelly beat Kat to speaking. “Sure!” Kelly said with a bright smile. “Lynn, wasn’t it? You can sit with me until Arthur gets here.” 

Lynn’s smile didn’t falter, though Rani couldn’t hide her smirk.

Lynn climbed up the seats and joined their row, sitting beside Kelly. She crossed her legs and took the shared armrest, looking Kelly up and down before speaking. “I wanted to ask you, who is your trainer?” 

Kelly fixed her dress, tugging the skirt hem toward her knees after she crossed her legs. She folded her hands in her lap, using neither armrest. “I am. I’ve been a gym rat since I was a kid.” 

“It shows.” Lynn said. “I don’t mind working out, obviously, but I’ve never been one for weights. I wouldn’t want to get too muscular and look all masculine.” 

“It shows.” Kelly said with her smile still in place. 

Kat had to bite her lip to keep from snorting. Rani allowed herself a silent chuckle. Mark and Brad turned their attention back to the game’s kickoff. Kelly didn’t blame them. Any man would watch two girls fight without feeling guilty, but an argument could have too many civilian casualties. Jen and Maria kept glancing toward Kelly and Lynn. Kelly could tell they were trying not to watch, but they were listening. 

“How long have you and Arty been dating?” Lynn asked. 

“Who?” Kelly asked, pretending she hadn’t heard the name before. 

“Arthur.” Lynn said as if Kelly were slow. “How long have you two been dating?” 

“Oh.” Kelly did the math in her head. “I’ve known Arthur since freshman year, but we only started dating recently.” She emphasized the proper name.

“Did it take him a while to gather the courage? Or was he keeping his options open?” Lynn asked. 

“Hm?” Kelly asked, surprised. “No, he was with Lori before that. They started dating freshman year.” 

“Interesting.” Lynn nodded. “And he dumped her for you? Did you steal his heart?” 

Kelly laughed and shook her head. “No. I was lucky enough to profit from her ambition. She transferred to a med program across the country and didn’t want to do long distance.” 

“Oh.” Lynn said. “So you met Arthur his freshman year, huh? We grew up together. We’ve known each other our entire lives, but I hadn’t seen him since high school before last week. He must have had a major glow-up that summer.” 

Kelly looked confused again. “What are you talking about?” 

Lynn glanced from side to side and leaned closer to Kelly, lowering her voice to a confidential tone. “In high school, Arthur was a gross chubster. Now he’s hot.” She gestured, approximating Arthur’s body shape with her hands. “You met him freshman year. You must know what I’m talking about. The long hair, the acne, the noisy breathing?” 

Kelly shook her head. “The Arthur I met freshman year wasn’t as in shape as he is now, that’s true.” She said. “I wasn’t either. He was still cute and kind, and he had an iron will. He’s self-disciplined and self-controlled like no one else I know. He had many of the same admirable qualities I love in him now.” 

Lynn laughed. “Sounds like a totally different Arthur. An iron will? Arty’s a softy. He's total putty for a girl he thinks is pretty and feminine. Has he not acted that way towards you? The Arthur I knew would have been afraid to talk to someone he was attracted to.” 

“Oh, he was.” Kelly nodded. “Come to think of it, freshman year, he did his level best to keep his eyes down and not draw any attention to himself, especially around women. It was almost like he was afraid of us.” Kelly gave a polite laugh as if the idea was ridiculous. “When Lori hit on him and asked him to ask her out, she had to convince him she wasn’t pranking him and genuinely liked him.” 

Lynn nodded, listening.  

“I wonder what bitch had been so cruel to him in his past that he feared women like that.” Kelly mused. “I only know she was a girl from his high school. You were there, right? Did you know anyone who could have done that?” 

Lynn shrugged. “Well, there’s two sides to every story, right?” 

Kelly narrowed her eyes. “And what stories they were. You see, I was a good friend of his ex. We were roomies during our freshman and sophomore years. She told me the stories he told her. Stories about the traumas he endured in high school. The kind that made him worry Lori was messing with him. The insecurities he had to overcome to be the man I know and love today.” Kelly paused.

“Honestly, I hadn’t thought much about those stories until the girls told me someone from his high school, a bully, would be joining us in the house. I wasn’t sure about the truth versus story aspect, so I did some digging on socials You would not believe the number of people who remembered Arthur’s stories, who hate this woman, and were all too happy to tell me their versions of what happened.” Her voice turned venomous. “She was one piece of work.” 

Kat and Rani weren’t smiling or holding back laughter anymore. Kelly’s tone shifted as she spoke, flowing from bubbling joy to sharp and angry. Kat’s expression was one of sudden understanding. Rani did her best to stay stone-faced and pretend she was interested in the pregame cheerleading. There were sexy cheerleaders, and the teams were getting ready for kickoff. Kelly only hoped they were enough of a distraction that nobody would see how tightly she clenched her fist in her lap.

“But what if she’d been through some difficulties, and changed over the years? What if she was just a girl who was trying to apologize for being such a piece of work, and reunite with her former best friend?” Lynn asked. 

“That’d be something.” Kelly agreed. “But based on what happened at her last school? I don’t think that’s the case. I think she’s the same person she’s always been, but I hope she does change. For her sake.” 

Lynn’s confident smile flinched into a frown. Kelly realized she hadn’t been aware people would know about what happened at the last school.

Lynn reformed her smile and shrugged as though Kelly wasn’t discussing her at all. “You said love, earlier. So you love him? You love Arthur?” Lynn asked, her focus turned to the confession. 

“We all do.” Kelly said. “That’s why we’re with him.” 

Lynn looked confused. “What?” 

“What?” Kelly asked. “I thought we explained.” 

Lynn chuckled. “Is this the royal we?”

“No, we, as in Arthur’s girlfriends.” Kelly gestured to herself, Kat, Rani, and the empty seats beside Lynn to signify Selene and Mindy. “The five of us.” 

Lynn looked at Kelly. Clearly, she didn’t understand because the extraordinary concept Kelly described made no sense to her. Kelly couldn’t expect her to understand sharing. She probably wasn’t aware that sharing was something that could happen. Kelly might as well have tried to convince her that poor people needed money more than wealthy bitches needed Gucci purses.

Lynn sighed. “I don’t understand why you find the ‘I am Spartacus’ routine amusing, but I can tell you’re his actual girlfriend.”

“Ooo, Spartacus was a good show.” Rani said, then smacked Kat’s arm. “Do you think we can get Arthur to wear that for Halloween?”

Kat glared at Rani. Kelly chuckled and let her laughter fade into a smile. 

“Sorry, continue.” Rani flicked her hand at them, and Lynn returned her attention to Kelly. Rani returned her attention to Kat and continued in a hushed tone. “It’s mostly just leather straps. He should have those, right?” 

“But seriously.” Lynn leaned forward. She looked to all the world like she was trying to be discreet. “You might want to keep an eye on your boyfriend around that blonde with the Rapunzel hair. Skylar there said she heard her chase off another girl. Apparently, there’s word around campus that they’ve been… fucking.” Lynn pulled back, her expression concerned.

Kelly’s smile never even flickered. If anything, her smile grew. “I appreciate the warning. I assure you, I’ll watch Arthur and Selene every chance I get.”

Rani snorted. 

“You’re in my seat.” Arthur’s voice cut through Lynn’s reply. 

Lynn stood and offered Arthur the seat with a small smile. “I was just getting to know your girlfriend.” Her eyes flicked to Selene, then returned to Arthur.

Selene looked like she was contemplating the best weapon for messy kidney removal.

Arthur’s gaze shifted to Kelly, seated beside Lynn. The motion of his eyes seemed to confirm something to Lynn. Still, he didn’t engage with her. He stood there in the aisle, waiting for her to return to her seat so he could sit on Kelly’s left. Mindy and Selene were behind him, waiting to sit. 

“Move, bitch!” Selene hollered, drawing everyone’s attention. She offered no apology.

Lynn gave Selene a pitying smile and climbed over the row to her seat below them. Arthur kissed Kelly on the lips, and Lynn turned her attention forward. She didn’t see him kissing Kat and Rani before taking his seat. 

“What did I miss?” Arthur asked.

“With Lynn?” Kelly asked for confirmation despite the obvious yes. “She was just testing the waters. You don’t have to worry about her, I promise. I’m keeping an eye on her for you.” Kelly transitioned from whispering in his ear to kissing his cheek. “Let’s enjoy the game.”

Arthur sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Okay.” 

Despite his agreement, Arthur remained tense. “Is there anything else I missed?” He asked after a moment.

Kelly pondered the question. “On a positive note, I think things have worked themselves out with Katelyn and Kat.” Kelly whispered in Arthur’s ear as the next play started. “Well, honestly, Rani worked things out. She’s been trying to win Kat over by helping her. We had a moment. It’s… well, I’ll fill you in later.” She patted Arthur’s thigh and left her hand there as they watched the game. He placed his hand over hers and curled his fingers around hers, holding her hand as they cheered their team on. 

~~~

Mindy was the fiercest football fan out of the sextuple. After their shower, she’d changed out of her schoolgirl skirt with the suspenders into a football jersey with knee-length white leggings under it. She had a bra on under that, and she’d traded her white choker for her red velvet with the black string, the same one she’d worn on their first date. 

Selene had never taken her thin leather strap of a collar off but had also changed her clothes. She wore a blue sweater dress Mindy lent her that was loose on her. On Mindy, it would have been high on her thighs. On Selene, it was mid to low thigh. It repeatedly fell off her shoulder and slid to show a scandalous amount of upper chest and collarbone. She wore no bra and no panties either. The ropes she’d worn as a harness that morning were still under Mindy’s mattress. The plug was in her purse. 

Mindy was the conduit for the emotions swirling through the crowd. She cheered, screamed at the refs, and jumped up from her seat in animated passion when the players made mistakes or performed exceptionally well. 

“I didn’t know you were into sports.” Arthur commented. 

“Oh, I’m not.” Mindy shrugged. “I have very little idea what’s happening, but it’s exciting.” 

Arthur couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him, and he laughed as Mindy beamed at him and hugged his arm as she sat. After catching him up in whispers about the Rani, Kat, and Katelyn situation, Kelly explained the rules to Mindy, who kept asking Arthur questions he had to google on his phone. Arthur learned some new information as her explanations grew more technical, as the players brought new rules and technicalities into play.

A few minutes before halftime, Arthur felt his phone ding, and he checked his messages. 

Queenie: What’s a bitch have to do to get fucked around here? 

Arthur stared at his phone. He looked across the row to see Rani staring at her phone, not looking at him. It must have been intentional, but he decided to play along. He typed a quick reply. 

King: Excuse me? 

Queenie: You had time with Kelly earlier, right? And Kat, and now Mindy and Selene, right? 

She had a point. 

King: Well, kind of. I didn’t get Kelly off earlier if that’s what you’re saying. 

Rani spent some time typing, but eventually, Arthur’s phone went off with a longer message. Definitely the longest message in his brief chat history with Rani. 

Queenie: Irrelevant. I’m the only one of the harem you haven’t given any 1-1 attention to today. I know we said Sunday, but would moving up our one-on-one time be okay? Like I said the other day, I want to fuck you. Just me and you. It might as well be now, right? While the others have had their turn and are distracted by the game? A girl could start to feel left out. Undesired even. And I know that’s not the case. I’m sexy as fuck, and you want to fuck my big, tight ass. Right, my King?

Arthur strained to hold in the laugh, and he somehow managed it. He took a deep breath, re-reading the message. Again, he looked across the other girls to Rani. Again, she ignored him, keeping her eyes on her phone in her hands. 

Arthur always found her difficult to read, but blessedly, he was learning he didn’t have to. He reasoned that he had trouble reading her because he was always reading between the lines, only to find nothing. Not because he failed to see it but because there genuinely was no ulterior motive or meaning behind her words. Rani said whatever was on her mind. He enjoyed that about her. There was no guessing if she was mad at him, sad, or happy. There was no anxiety about her telling him one thing but thinking another. 

King: Okay. For Mark, Maria, Brad, and Jen’s sakes, let’s pretend we’re going to get snacks and slip away. 

Queenie: Yaaaaaas. This is so boring. Fuck me. 

King: lol. 

Queenie: I’m serious. Drag me away from here right now. Bend me over a trash can for all I care. Just fuck me. 

Arthur coughed. “I’m going to get some snacks before the halftime rush. Do you want anything?” He asked the group at large. “Text me.” He said as Kat and Selene listed off an order simultaneously. 

“I’ll come with you to help you carry.” Rani said without subtlety. Kelly, Kat, and Selene smiled. The game was too distracting for Mindy to notice Rani’s undermining of Arthur’s subterfuge. 

Rani stood and followed Arthur out of the aisle. They jogged up the steps to the exit and slipped toward the snack booths before making a detour. 

Arthur took Rani by the hand. He led her through the maze until they were out of the stadium and headed toward the athletic building—mostly because it was the nearest building. He racked his brain for all the places they might hook up on campus and suffered from pure option paralysis. 

“Where are you taking me?” Rani asked. 

“Campus is a ghost town.” Arthur explained. “Where would you like to go? Where is somewhere you’ve always wanted to fuck?” 

“How do you feel about fucking in a classroom?” Rani asked. 

“A particular classroom or the first one we see?” Arthur asked. 

Rani laughed and took the lead as she dragged him toward the art building. Imposing and often confusing modern art sculptures decorated the lawn. It wasn’t a building Arthur knew well, but Rani knew her way around. She led him inside through a side door, took the stairwell up a flight, went down the hallway, and pulled him inside a room. 

Large stage lights hung from the ceiling, and more stood on poles, all surrounding a small raised platform draped with white curtains behind it. Large reverse umbrella lights fanned out from either side of the stage, and Arthur recognized the setup as a professional photography studio. He looked for cameras and spotted an empty tripod. Pity. The platform was a wide, shallow rectangle a step above the floor. 

Rani gestured to the stage. “I’ve always wanted to fuck on that stage.” She said. 

Arthur examined the small platform and nodded. “You’ve never fulfilled that fantasy before?” He asked. 

“The closest I came was sleeping with one of the models after class one day. She was hot, but it wasn’t the same on a bed, and she put zero effort in, which is just inconsiderate.” 

Arthur nodded and offered her his hand. She took it, and he helped her onto the stage. Then he went back and locked the door before adjusting the lights. He returned to the stage and stood before Rani, facing her with the white sheet wall to Arthur’s right and the “classroom” to his left.

Rani tilted her chin to look at him, and their eyes met. Arthur found his gaze drawn to hers and lost himself, tracing the lines of light in her honey-brown eyes. Their breathing slowed as their pulses hiked. Arthur knew they wouldn’t do anything they hadn’t done before, but he realized the importance of this moment. This was their first time doing anything sexual like this without the others. If this went wrong, it could sour things with the harem and add more drama. If this went well, then it would help things. Fortunately, Rani was a gorgeous distraction from his anxious thoughts. 

“You are so beautiful.” Arthur said, bringing his fingers beneath her chin. 

The corner of Rani’s mouth flickered into the curl of a smile, and she turned her head away, breaking their gaze. “What?” She asked. “I mean, of course, I am.” She blinked and turned toward him again, flicking her hair and striking a proud pose. “You’re lucky you are too.” 

“You act tough.” Arthur said, bringing his lips closer to hers. “And you have every right to be confident.” He assured her. “I just wanted you to know. I think you’re beautiful.” 

Rani slapped his arm. “You just like my ass.” 

“No.” Arthur took her in his arms, crossing them behind her back, and kissed her. 

Rani snaked her arms over his shoulders, leaning against him, as she tilted her head back and returned the kiss. She tasted like fresh mint, and Arthur wondered when she’d snuck some gum between snacks and what she’d done with it. She melted into his kiss, her lips responding effortlessly to his rhythm. She knew this dance better than he did but let him lead. 

Still, Arthur broke the kiss soon enough. He spoke again, and she listened. They locked their gazes together until she turned her face away once more. 

“I like everything about you: your confidence, your willingness to try new things, your situational flexibility, your taste in jewelry, your eyes, nose, lips, hair, smile, your dedication to your friends, your stepping up when you need to, and everything else. I’m glad you joined my harem and became my concubine. I enjoy owning such a lovely, magnificent woman.” Arthur turned her face toward him again and kissed her. 

He worried his comment about owning her might have bristled her. He knew she was proud of her sexual freedom. Yet she didn’t yell at him or stiffen at his touch. She was soft against him, and her body was flush with heat. 

“You want to own me?” Rani asked. 

“I do own you.” Arthur corrected her. “You’re my concubine queen, and I am your king. When I want you, I take you.” She’d told him to be more dominant, so he hoped he was giving her what she wanted. He took comfort in knowing she’d let him know if it wasn’t. 

“What if I want to fuck somebody else? Brad’s cute. Maybe I could seduce him away from—” 

Arthur grabbed her by the shirt and pulled her against him. “You’re mine.” He informed her. His low and commanding voice flushed her face with heat. Waves of heat washed off her neck to his fingertips as he brushed them toward her chin, lifting her gaze to his. “You belong to me.”

Rani's thick eyelashes fluttered. 

“Say it.” Arthur ordered her. 

She swallowed. “I’m yours.” Rani said softly. “I belong to you.” 

“Good girl.”  

Rani surged to her toes and kissed him. Arthur let her kiss him as their bodies pressed together on the stage. 

“I enjoy pleasing you, my King.” Rani said. 

“You do.” Arthur assured her. “You please me very much.” 

And with that, they began. 

Arthur stripped off his shirt first, flexing his obliques and muscles in a way that captured Rani’s attention. Then his thick, muscular arms grabbed the bottom of her hoodie and lifted it off her. She raised her arms over her head to let him pull it off. He tossed her hoodie aside and grabbed her wrists as they descended. He crossed her arms over her head and held them in his hand. 

“Leave them there.” He said, as he knelt in front of her. 

Rani left her hands raised, her wrists crossed over her head. She left her torso entirely exposed. The black and steel O-ring collar around her throat clashed a little with the gold piercings she had through her nipples and the gold stud she wore in her navel. Her dark sepia-brown skin was velvet smooth, and her body was smaller than her baggy hoodie would have suggested. 

She wasn’t gym-fit like Kelly, ballet-fit like Selene, or diet-fit like Mindy, but her stomach was flat. Her breasts were athletic and close-set but rounded at the bottom, which gave them some heft and size. Her dark, almost midnight nipples pointed forward in rigid bumps caressed by the air between them. Rani’s hands raked his muscular back as he knelt before her and untied her shoes. He grabbed her ankle, lifted her right foot, and then the other. He took off her shoes and socks and set them aside. 

When he stood, he kissed Rani again, and she swayed into it, her toes curling slightly against the smooth wooden platform they stood on. Arthur unbuckled her pants and let the baggy jeans drop to the floor under their weight. The fall revealed Rani’s choice of undergarments for the day, a pair of plain white cotton panties. He could see her black pubic hair through the light material, and below it, a small dark spot, a drip of arousal he intended to increase. He reached into them and raked his fingernails through her bush, causing her to wiggle her hips forward against him. 

Arthur took a step back to admire his model and gave her a half-smile as he started to undo his belt. He slid it out of the loops, but to her surprise, he didn’t push his jeans down. He took the freed belt, slid it through the O-ring on her choker collar, and pulled it suggestively toward him. 

Rani stepped forward at his pull, and Arthur brought his lips to hers, kissing her as he held the makeshift leash taut with one hand. His other hand cupped her breast gently before sliding down her stomach toward her white panties. Her breath caught when he hooked his finger and slid it in a curling motion from outside her panties. The indirect stimulation teased and aroused her. She clenched her legs to brace herself. 

Arthur continued kissing her, their tongues dancing together as he pulled her close, his arm still between them and his hand playing between her legs. His bulge pressed against her hip and practically begged for her attention, but she kept her hands above her head. 

Arthur broke the kiss, and both of them needed to breathe. 

“May I lower my hands? My King?” Rani asked. “I want to stroke you.” 

“Not yet.” He said. “I need to hold back for tonight, but you can lower them and cross them behind your back for now.” 

Rani did, and the blood coursed into her arms and hands once more.

Arthur pulled her into another kiss, and she hummed her appreciation. She slowly started rocking her hips against his hand as his fingers rubbed her. The small drip spot had grown, and she pushed her wide round hips forward and ground against his fingers, but he removed them. 

He took his hand away and undid his jeans. He pushed them to the floor and stepped out of them after sliding off his shoes. Then he stood in front of Rani and angled his thigh a little between her legs. He pulled her forward with the leash still hanging through her O-ring, and she stepped forward, straddling his quads. 

“Ride my thigh. Get yourself as close as possible to cumming for me.” He whispered. “But you do not have permission to cum. You must stop before you get there.” 

Rani nodded, her face a mask of confusion. Still, she obeyed. His thigh was robust, and she lowered herself against it, rubbing herself with the now sheer panties between them. She closed her eyes, enjoying the thick muscle beneath her and clenching her legs around him. She moaned a little, and Arthur covered her mouth with his, pulling her by the collar into another kiss. 

His tongue wrestled hers into submission, and she mewed into the kiss as she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding herself into his thigh more and more rapidly. Her arms were still behind her, her wrists crossed behind her butt; she pulled her arms into more of a clasp for balance, each hand at her opposite elbow. The box her arms made behind her straightened her back and thrust her chest up to Arthur’s view. 

Arthur closed his eyes and enjoyed Rani’s slick pussy grinding against his leg as she humped his thigh. The sight of her was too much. He was painfully hard, and he didn’t know if he could hold it back when he plunged into her. 

Rani panted and was wiggling as she got closer. “Okay.” She breathed. “I’m nearly…” She closed her eyes. “My King, may I cum?” 

Arthur surprised her when he pulled away. The leather of his belt slapped against her stomach as he dropped the leash, and he wasted no time in pulling her panties to the floor. She stepped out of them quickly. 

Retaking the leash, he pulled her with him as he laid down on the stage and made her straddle his hips. Rani braced herself on his chest as she lowered herself down. She tensed in response to him tensing beneath her, but he caught her gaze and held it. She knelt with her knees on either side of him, her hands on his chest. There was nothing to say, and she needed no coaching or instructions. He notched himself against her, and she sank onto him, closing her eyes and inhaling as her fingers curled against his pecs. 

She sank most of the way down and paused, breathing with him. His breaths matched her breaths. Her chest rose as his did. His eyes captured hers. They smiled together. 

He cupped her face with his fingers wrapping under her ear to the back of her neck. Her low ponytail of thick black hair fell forward, snaking around his forearm in a silken embrace. 

“Beautiful.” He said. “My beautiful concubine.” He thrusted upwards. “My queen.” His grip tightened on her neck. “Mine.”

Rani searched his face. He didn’t know what she was looking for there, but his expression held no teasing smirk. Arthur’s sincerity shone in his bright gaze, his face illuminated by the lights above them. The same lights gave Rani a gentle glow of divinity as a backdrop to the crown of her head. 

She swung her ample hips forward, sliding him further into her and grinding her clit against him. Arthur’s grip seized on her neck and her thigh. She rolled her hips back and closed her eyes at the sensation. Rani sat up, struggling to breathe, as Arthur lifted his hips from beneath her in a slow thrust. She leaned forward, moving her hands from his pecs to his shoulders. 

“My beautiful concubine.” Arthur swept his thumb over her cheek. “Are you ready?” 

Rani took a deep breath and nodded slowly. “Yes, my King.” 

She rode him, moving her hips in a steady rocking motion, pushing against him as Arthur lifted her with his hips and thrust into her. 

They increased their pace by unspoken connection, and Rani’s breathing shifted. She clenched down on Arthur’s cock, making it more difficult for him, but he pushed through, shattering her with every thrust. She was hot, and her heat enveloped his length with her sweet, sticky arousal that flooded against him. 

The pleasure built and built, each thrust laying another brick Arthur knew would shatter. Rani looked around and stared at an empty chair in the classroom studio. He wondered if she was imagining the other girls there, photographing them like this, naked, natural, and fucking far more gently than he anticipated from Rani. She ground down against him and held as he thrust, and her face tightened into a groaning mask of pleasure. 

Arthur slipped his hand between them, rubbing her clit with the back of his thumb’s knuckle as she ground into him when he thrust into her. She squeezed him between her thighs, moaned long and low, gasped, and came. 

She dug her nails into his shoulders as the pleasure built between them shattered. The vision of their artistic audience disappeared, and Arthur closed his eyes, slowing his breathing as Rani’s body shuddered and shook above him. Her eyes rolled, and she quivered around his length as more of her arousal shot out of her, soaking them and the stage beneath them. She fell forward, and Arthur curled up and caught her. He hugged her close and lowered them to the stage as her legs slid back. 

Arthur was still inside her, still hard, and still hadn’t cum. He wanted to. His desire bordered on painful. His body begged for release, sensing it was near. A few more thrusts and he would know blissful relief. Rani wouldn’t mind, even if she was relaxed from her orgasm. At this moment, he didn’t think there was anything she would object to. Instead, Arthur went still and let her catch her breath. He caught his breath. 

“Fucking, King.” Rani said tenderly. She kissed his chest. “You’re my fucking, King.” 

Arthur chuckled. “And you’re my beautiful, fucking, concubine queen.” 

“I enjoy being your concubine.” She squeezed him with her body in what might have been called a hug. 

“I enjoy being your king.” Arthur squeezed her back. 

They lay there for a few silent moments, and Arthur softened inside her. Taking it as a cue, Rani wiggled her hips again, but Arthur smacked her ass and shook his head. 

“No.” He said. “This was for you. I’ll get mine tonight. For now, we should recover and then get back to the game. We probably missed the entire quarter. The girls might wonder where we are.” 

“Oh, they know what we’re up to for sure.” Rani scoffed. “They might not know where, but…” Rani shifted her weight, but Arthur pulled her back into their embrace. She stiffened at first, then softened, resting her head on his chest. 

Their breathing and pulses slowed, but they remained awake. After a few minutes of relaxed embrace, Rani tapped his chest with her fingertips. 

“This is nice.” She said. “Really. I’m not… I rarely cuddle after sex. This is new for me. A lot of the kinky shit I do with you and the others is new for me, but you always… you always impress.” 

Arthur squeezed her in his arms. “So do you.” 

“Still, you’re not going to break me, you know? You could have gone a lot harder.” 

“Yeah. I could have.” Arthur said. His tone was a dark warning laced with intent. His eyes burned toward Rani’s. 

“Well… shit. That’s hot.” Rani took a deep breath. “So why didn’t you?” 

“I wanted to appreciate you, not degrade you. Especially for our first time alone. You’re not some piece of meat or a fuckdoll. You’re Rani. Jewel of my harem. Queen of the concubines.” He stroked her hair as he spoke. 

“Well… fuck.” Rani melted onto him and then squeezed him. “Okay.” 

Rani kissed his pec and then shifted, not letting Arthur keep her in place this time. “Come on, My King. Let’s get cleaned up.” She pulled herself off Arthur as she stood and helped him regain his feet. 

Their clothes were clean, but Rani’s arousal was everywhere, on their bodies and on the stage. Rani went to a cabinet, then a second one, and produced a small bucket of cleaning supplies. As an art room, the cabinet had plenty of cleaning supplies to handle any issues Custodial often grumbled over. 

Still nude, she knelt in front of Arthur and cleaned him off with a sponge she wet with a water bottle from her purse. She made eye contact with him as she cleaned him, her own thighs still slick. From above, Arthur couldn’t look away from her eyes. He was hard again, but she didn’t linger on his cock. Despite that, the act was intimate, and the silence between them was tense with the smell of sex. 

“How are you feeling?” Arthur asked. “Are you okay?” 

“What?” Rani asked, surprised. “I’m fine. That was vanilla as fuck. Are you okay? Are you disappointed? Should there have been more spanking or something? Are you sure you don’t regret going for the gentle fuck instead of the rough?” 

“No. It felt right.” Arthur shrugged. “And I wanted to take my time so we could enjoy ourselves.” 

Rani gave a short laugh. “Ha.” She shrugged. “Well, I enjoyed myself. But what will we do on Sunday, then? Something with more bondage?” She asked. 

“Well, you needed me to model for your photography midterm, right? Do you want to do that on Sunday afternoon? That should give me a chance to get some homework done while you’re at brunch.” Arthur suggested. 

“Homework.” Rani sighed. “I have too much fuckin’ homework.” 

“Or…” Arthur said. “We could keep it a homework date like it says on my calendar.” 

“Are you okay with a homework date?” 

“Yeah, you know. We hang out, have some shoulder-to-shoulder time, and do our homework together.” Arthur said. “It still counts as a date.” 

“Do you want me to do my homework with your dick in my mouth or sit in your lap while I do it?” Rani asked. 

“I mean, you could if you wanted to, but not really. No. I think it’d be nice if we just hung out and did our separate homework in the same place at the same time. We can do it at my place. I’ll cook some dinner. Or we could order takeout to save time.” Arthur said. 

“That’s couple shit.” Rani had stopped cleaning and was sitting back on her heels. 

“Well, yeah.” Arthur said. “You’re my girlfriend. We’re a couple.” 

Rani looked down, and a sense of dread shadowed Arthur's mind, a foreboding that told him he’d said something wrong. People don’t get upset when you say the right words. They get pissed off about the wrong ones.

When Rani lifted her gaze. She didn’t look pissed off. “Yeah, okay. Homework date. And if we can get ahead a little, maybe you can tie me down and go down on me again? I’m not kidding. You’re really good at that.” 

“A perfect way to end any date.” Arthur couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. His eyes sparkled with it. “And you can spend the night if you want to.” 

Rani’s gaze flicked up, then lowered again. She shook her head and chuckled. “If I want to? Well, isn't that nice of you.” 

Arthur ran his fingers across her scalp, palming her head and stroking her hair. 

Rani went rigid for a moment as if the contact was unexpected, then she smiled. When she finished with the sponge, she dried him with a paper towel. Then she stood. Arthur held out his hand for the sponge, but she shook her head. She cleaned herself. Arthur wet some paper towels and cleaned the stage.

Arthur dressed and checked his phone. The group chat had popped off in their absence. 

Slut: Where are you???

Wifey: He’s taking care of Rani. You can’t complain after the three of you disappeared for so long. 

Slut: Ooooh.

Brat: But I want more snacks.

Wifey: I’m sure they’ll bring back snacks. Lol. 

Whore: I want nachos! 

Brat: I want fries. 

Wifey: We just had fries. I shared mine with you. 

Brat: I want more fries! 

Slut: I want chicken nuggets. Do they have chicken nuggets? 

Wifey: It’s a stadium, not a McDonalds. 

Slut: Well, now I want McDonalds.

Brat: Gross. Nobody wants McDonalds.

Master: We’re on our way back. I’ll stop and get snacks. 

Queenie: Did we miss much of the game? 

Brat: The third quarter has started. You missed the halftime show. 

Whore: It was awesome!!!

Slut: Mindy caught a t-shirt out of a cannon. 

Whore: Free merch! 

Master: lol. Did anyone notice we were gone? 

Wifey: Lynn has been looking for you since you left, but she hasn’t asked. MMBJ noticed you and Rani left together but hasn’t said anything. 

Master: MMBJ? 

Slut: Mark, Maria, Brad, and Jen. 

Master: Oh okay. We’ll be back soon. 

Whore: With snacks? 

Queenie: With snacks. 

Whore: Yaay! Can you get a Sprite too? 

Master: Sure. 

Arthur laughed as he put his phone away, having dressed during the conversation. Rani fixed her makeup in a small compact mirror. Arthur hadn’t noticed any damage to it during the sex, but she was touching up her eye makeup anyway. She re-fixed her ponytail and joined Arthur at the door. Together, they made their way out of the art building. 

Rani walked beside him, their hands intertwined, through the nearly empty campus without speaking. She glanced at him, though, as they walked. After the fourth glance, he grew concerned.

“Everything okay? Are you dropping?” Arthur asked.

“No, I’m fine.” Rani answered too quickly. Arthur squeezed her hand. “I was just thinking.” She admitted. “Did you mean all that stuff you said?”

“About you being beautiful?” Arthur sounded surprised. “Of course.”

Rani scoffed. “No, not that. I know I’m beautiful. I’m fucking gorgeous, and you’re lucky I even let you look at me.” She tossed her ponytail over her shoulder.

Arthur smiled but didn’t let Rani’s attitude distract him. “So, what did you mean?”

Rani checked for any nearby eavesdroppers before answering and slowed her pace. “That stuff about owning me. Me being yours.” Her voice was the quietest he’d ever heard her speak, forcing him to lean in to listen to her explanation. “Wanting to do couple shit.” 

Arthur leaned back and tried to see her face, but she looked away from him toward the stadium. He squeezed her hand. She’d told him to be more dominant, and part of that was confidence, so Arthur went with his gut. Now that he recollected the memory, ‘dominant’ wasn’t her first choice of word when describing how she wanted him to be toward her. She’d said 'possessive'. 

“Yes.” He said. “I meant it. Was that okay? I know you’re not into humiliation. Was the owning you comment too demeaning?”

“It wasn’t demeaning.” Rani corrected him. She squeezed his hand. “It was kind of nice.”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t be into it.” Arthur confessed. “I know you like to keep things casual and open. I was worried you’d rankle at being owned.”

Rani frowned. “Yeah. I mean, casual is great. This is me, after all, casual sex Rani–Well, that’s not important. I just think it’s kind of nice to be wanted. I like knowing you want to keep me to yourself. You want me around before and after sex, too. You want to keep me pampered and claim me when you want to. That you’ll fight dudes like Sanjay and Jace to have me. To own me. That shit right there? That’s hot as fuck.” 

“Kind of primal he-man stuff.” Arthur chuckled.

“Hey, don’t kink shame me.” Rani knocked him with her hip. 

Arthur slapped her ass and laughed. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” 

They walked in silence for a few comfortable strides until Arthur asked her a question that had been on his mind. “What would you say if I were to ask your opinion on keeping the polycule an open relationship or closing it?” 

“I’d tell you to find a way to figure it out without sounding like an indecisive, whiney beta.” Rani deadpanned.

“Ow.” Arthur clutched his chest, miming a bullet wound. “My pride!” 

Rani laughed. She brought her hand up to his face and kissed him. They stopped in the walkway, and she stood an inch away, her head tilted to meet his gaze. “You’re my King. You’re our Master, Sir, Boss, and Coach. Stop asking us to make the hard decisions for you. One of the main benefits of being one of your women is not having to stress about this shit. It’s easy unless you make it difficult, right?” 

“Is it?” Arthur asked. 

“If you want to close the relationships so no one in the harem takes on any new partners, tell us it’s closed. Do you want the polycule open? Tell us it’s open. Fuck, tell us you want us to only sleep with you while you fuck whoever you want, and I think Selene would cum on the spot.” 

Arthur chuckled. 

“The rest of us would just get a bit wet.” Rani said. 

Arthur doubted that Kat would be one of those who would appreciate the declaration, and he had yet to speak to Mindy regarding the situation. Mindy was more likely to want to share him than Kelly, though. He knew that much. 

“So, figure out what I want and make the decision?” Arthur asked. 

Rani rolled her eyes. “Yes, idiot, that’s what we’ve been saying.” She gently smacked her fingers against his cheek, then withdrew and made a bow. “I mean, yes, my King.” 

Arthur frowned and shook his head. “And if that’s a deal breaker for one or more of you?” 

“We know our safewords. If it’s a dealbreaker, we’ll back it up, talk it out, and figure things out. But… I don’t think democracy is the way to go, given the dynamics we have with you. We girls are equals. You’re the coach. We’ve all agreed to submit to you as your slaves, sluts, concubines, whatever. Remember?” 

Arthur nodded. Taking on the dominant role outside the bedroom wasn’t an entirely new concept, but sustaining it? That sounded daunting. “Thank you, my Queen.” 

“No problem.” Rani took his arm and started walking again. “Just one favor?” 

“Ask your boon, my Queen.” Arthur held his head high, acting as regal as he could. 

“If Kat asks, I agreed with her one hundred percent.” 

Arthur laughed. 

“So tying that into the whole owning me thing, is that a thing now? We’re a couple just like you and the others in the harem? I’m yours?” Rani asked. “Should I tell other guys they have to ask you first if they want to fuck me?” 

Arthur nodded. “Mine.” He squeezed her ass. “And mine alone.”

“What about the girls? Can I fuck the other girls in your harem?” Rani asked. Her expression was flat, but Arthur noticed a hint of anxiety in her voice. 

“Of course.” Arthur said. “They’re mine too.” 

“Girls outside the harem?” Rani asked. 

Arthur contemplated her question. “Only with my permission and participation.” 

“Hot.” Rani laughed it off, but the smile remained when the laughter faded. It lasted through the stadium doors, through the snack line, and until they were back at their seats. When they returned, cheers and exclamations met them for the size of the stack of snacks they carried. Mindy leaped up to help him, and they made a bucket line of snacks as she passed to Selene, who passed to Kelly, who passed to Kat. 

Arthur took his place in the middle, and Rani returned to her place at the other end of their seats.

Lynn glanced up to observe the proceedings, but so did MMBJ. 

“You didn’t bring anything for me?” Brad exclaimed. “And here I thought I was special.” 

“Does Arthur even eat snacks? What’d you get, carrot sticks?” Mark teased. 

Arthur was silent and looked guilty. 

“Oh my god, he got carrots.” Maria laughed. 

He reached into his basket and produced an apple slice to the laughter of everyone present. He bit into it with a satisfying crunch and winked at Mark, who chuckled and returned his attention to the game. Their school's home team was down by three points, but it’d been a close and exciting game so far, and there was plenty of time for the Wolves to regain the lead. 

“Any crises happen while I was away?” Arthur asked Kelly. 

She kissed his cheek. “No. Now sit back and enjoy the game, Mister.” She left her hand on his thigh, and he left his hand over hers. 

For a while, they all enjoyed watching the game together, cheering their team on, booing the opposing team, arguing with referees who would never hear them from their stadium seats, and laughing at the quick conversations they had between plays. 

Arthur looked around at his girls. Mindy, clapping her hands at a successful catch. Selene, leaning forward in her seat, her eyes on the game. Kelly, gripping Arthur’s thigh every time something might go wrong. Kat, distracted and reading on her phone. Rani met his gaze and smiled, her bright smile lighting up her face. 

Life was great.