WIP: Harem House Chapter 23 Part 4

With witches awakened and terrorizing a 90s neighborhood, toenails painted in matching shades of pink with cotton between their toes to dry and the polish put away. Kat and Katelyn felt more relaxed than they would have thought possible an hour ago. Maybe it was the fumes. Perhaps it was that Kat was no longer constantly tormented by a cycling vibrator. Whatever the reason, both were glad for it. 

“Okay.” Katelyn said after a deep breath as if steeling herself for something. “I need to ask… How do you put up with Arthur fucking your sister, and Kelly, and all his other women?” 

Kat laughed. 

Katelyn shook her head. “No, seriously. I want to know. I get he’s a ten in bed or whatever, but why on Earth would you or any of the others ever agree to this little sex cult of yours?” 

Kat sighed. “Okay. If you promise to stop calling it a sex cult, and I mean really promise, and never call it that again. Ever. I’ll tell you.” It annoyed Kat every time. She expressed her annoyance every time, and Katelyn kept doing it anyway. 

“Fine.” Katelyn huffed. “I promise.” 

Kat stared her down. “I mean it.” 

“I swear.” Katelyn raised her hand. “I will never call it a sex cult again if you explain everything to me.” 

Kat scoffed. 

“I swear! On my–.” She hesitated, unsure of what to swear on. “I swear.” 

“If you break your promise, I’m telling Kelly you’ve had sex dreams about her.” Kat declared. 

“I told you that in confidence!” Katelyn protested. “You promised you’d never tell!” 

“And you promised you’d never call it a sex cult again.” Kat pointed out. “Do we have a deal?” 

Katelyn huffed and sat back on the sofa, her feet still on the coffee table. “Fine. I promise.” 

Kat stretched her neck before she started, thinking how best to explain it. “Did I ever tell you how I met Arthur?” 

“Selene introduced you?” Katelyn asked after trying to remember. 

“Before that.” Kat said. “During my freshman year, I was trying out for the school’s official volleyball team. I did the full tryouts in the uniform and everything. Afterward, a bunch of us went to the cafeteria.” The visual was there for Katelyn to imagine, a bunch of girls in those volleyball shorts that were practically bikini briefs and with Kat’s ass? She’d have been stretching those shorts to their limit. 

“A bunch of guys started giving us grief, my friend specifically. This one fuck boi cornered us in the sandwich line and wouldn’t give up. He asked for her number, and she said no. He asked me out, and I said no. He kept asking, and we kept saying no.” Kat gestured with her hands to show her frustration, and Katelyn rolled her eyes. 

“And you still went out with him after that introduction?” Katelyn asked.

“What?” Kat asked. “No, that guy graduated last year. That wasn’t Arthur.” She shook her head. “Let me finish.” 

“Okay.” 

“So this guy kept asking, and asking, and pestering, following us all the way to our table.” Kat continued. “He really zeroed in on my friend, Mandi, and would not let up. We were about to move tables to escape when this other guy stepped in and stopped him from pestering her.” 

She changed her voice, trying to deepen it and imitate Arthur, but it only made Katelyn laugh. “Hey. Leave her alone. She said no. She won’t change it to a yes just to get you to stop asking, and shouldn’t have to.’ So this Fuck Boi got a little angry and snapped at this new guy. And I turned to see who the knight in shining armor was and-” 

“It was Arthur.” Katelyn rolled her eyes. 

“Yeah.” Kat nodded. “He wasn't as muscular as he is now, but he was clean-cut and in okay shape. An average guy, handsome, but not like, woah. Still, at six-foot-four, he towered over this five-ten fuck boi who suddenly decided he had better things to do. The fuck boi actually apologized to her and left. And Arthur? He asked if she was okay, if she felt safe, and if she needed anything. I was a puddle.” 

“A puddle?” Katelyn giggled. 

“Head over heels.” Kat shrugged. “I remember I did that thing where you sweep your hair behind your ears? It was like a meet cute out of all those romances I read, and I wanted him to ask for my number so badly.” Kat sighed. “Do you know what he did instead?” 

“Went after your friend who was so grateful she fucked him?” Katelyn guessed. 

Kat laughed. “No.”

“Swept you off your feet for a one-night stand or something?” Katelyn asked. 

Kat laughed again. “I wish.” She scoffed. “He introduced us to his girlfriend, Lori. We all had lunch together, but he had to leave for work or something and left us there.” She sighed. “I saw him around campus a few times after that, but the next time I talked to him, a year later, I’d cut and curled my hair, changed my look a bit, and he didn’t even recognize me when Selene introduced us. Like saving us from that guy wasn’t a big deal to him. Just something he did on any given day of the week.” 

“So you think he’s a hero?” Katelyn asked curiously. 

“No.” Kat sighed. “I think he’s a good guy.” She clarified. “And when Selene was interested in him, I backed off. I figured he wouldn't notice me if she was into him, and he had a girlfriend anyway. Then he didn’t. Then I walked in on him and Selene and-” 

“You what?” Katelyn asked. 

Kat laughed. “Oh yeah. I thought something might be going on because Selene said she was going to his place for dinner the night before, right?” 

“With you so far.” Katelyn nodded. 

“Then, the next day, when I asked what they did, she said they watched The Two Towers and fell asleep. Not uncommon. She’s fallen asleep at his place before. According to her, he tucks her in on the couch and sleeps in his bedroom like a fuckin’ gentleman. Not a big deal, but!” Kat raised her finger in accusation. “She had left her Lord of the Rings DVDs at our place the night before, so I knew she was lying! And he was single now, so I knew something was up!” Kat was getting excited as she told the story, as though she were revealing some mystery. 

“I decided to tease her a little bit about it. I heard them watching The Return of the King in her room after he came over the following day and thought I’d catch them cuddling up on her bed, watching the movie together. Something cute, y’know? And then they could tell me they were together, and I could be a little jealous but mostly happy for her.” 

Katelyn nodded. 

“Instead, I open the door to find Selene on her knees between his legs, worshiping this guy’s massive cock, which is just sticking straight up there in the open like a freakin’ flagpole.” Kat shook her head, but Katelyn giggled at her description. 

“Oh, come on, it can’t be that big.” Katelyn scoffed. 

“Girl.” Kat held up her hands and gestured with her left as she chopped her elbow, and then the tips of her fingers off the end of her straightened hand. “He’s huge. And thick as fuck too. I was shocked. I was just… I couldn’t even process it.” 

“What did you do?” Katelyn asked, leaning forward now. 

“I…” Here, Kat hesitated in her retelling. “I kicked him out.” She admitted with the utmost hesitance. 

“You what?” Katelyn asked, shocked. 

Kat tried to defend herself. “I freaked out! I kind of flipped out on him. I thought he was taking advantage of my little sister, and she was… I mean, I didn’t know she was that sexually advanced or anything. She was just…” 

“So he was your hero, but you thought he was being a fuck boi?” Katelyn asked, confused. 

Kat stopped and held up her hands. “I was going through some things.” She explained slowly. “A lot of things. It was a lot to process. But yeah. I have no excuse. I don’t handle surprises well, and I was very, very upset. Selene didn’t talk to me about it until the next day.” 

“And then what happened?” She asked. 

“She explained how she and Arthur got together. They agreed to try being friends with benefits, which was apparently Selene’s idea. She didn’t want to push him into a relationship if he wasn’t ready for one, just in case he wasn’t fully over Lori yet. Then she explained… a lot of things. About her, her sexual development, and her history. Things I didn’t even know, and some I did. Like how she used to watch me and my ex.” 

“She what?” Katelyn asked. 

“We shared a bedroom.” Kat scoffed. “And it wasn’t always possible to get her out of the house when we wanted to make out, so… I knew she was watching. I didn’t really care. I kind of liked the fact that she could see some guy wanted me and not her, even if that made me a bit of a bitch. For her… it gave her a different kind of kink. She likes watching people. She likes sharing, or at least she likes sharing Arthur. The whole harem thing was her idea.” 

“So, how did she convince you to be a part of it?” Katelyn asked. “Why did you ever agree to be one of Arthur’s women?” 

“Well, when we started, it was just us. Kind of. He’d been on one date with Kelly, but she wasn’t pushing him for a relationship. So I thought… maybe this would be my chance? You know? At worst, I’d get laid, and… if I didn’t want to sleep with him before, I definitely wanted to after seeing what he was packing.” She smirked. “Selene suggested I do what she was doing. I could offer to be one of his friends with benefits, and if we liked each other and a romance developed, then I could be his girlfriend, and she could be his-” 

“His other woman?” Katelyn interjected. 

“Well, her word was ‘sex slave,’ but yeah. Essentially.” Kat shrugged. “So I decided to give Arthur a shot.” 

“And?” Katelyn asked. 

“And I had an orgasm so strong I passed out during our first hook-up.” Kat admitted. “So… yeah. I was hooked. And the guy is impossibly hot. That jawline? That face?” 

“Those shoulders.” Katelyn added knowingly. 

Kat paused but nodded. “Yeah.” She said. 

“So then, how did the rest of the harem happen?” Katelyn asked. 

“It just kind of developed. Selene wanted it. I know that much. She pushed for him to go out with Mindy, who brought Rani along with her. That was a surprise. An unwelcome one at first on my part, but I came around to it eventually. Like I said, I don’t do well with surprises. Then, we all talked it out with Kelly and decided to give it a shot. Selene calls it uh… how did she phrase it?” Kat stopped talking to conjure up the memory of how Selene had worded her pitch for the harem and gave her best approximation. 

“A sisterhood of women supporting one another and working toward a common goal of mutual satisfaction.” Kat said at last, then went on to explain.

“She should go into politics.” Katelyn scoffed.

“Huh?” Kat asked.

“If she can make polygamy sound feminist, she can convince anyone of anything.” 

They laughed.

“Well… We all liked Arthur, we all wanted to date him, we all wanted to fuck him, and this way, we get to do that with a supportive community behind us to help with any obstacles or bumps in the road that we encounter.” Kat said. “It's like having a support group for your relationship. And we get to explore our sexuality and fantasies with him and the others. No shaming, jealousy, or undermining, just fun and support. Like how we came out to support you tonight.” 

Katelyn was quiet, clearly thinking about everything Kat told her and trying to sort everything out in her head. When Kat talked about it, it made sense. From the outside, Arthur looked like just some guy who convinced these girls that they weren’t worth his sole focus and complete love, but only a piece of it. The reality was that the girls came together in their pursuit of him, and rather than try to compete, they cooperated. Even sisters. 

“Isn’t it weird sleeping with a guy who’s also sleeping with your sister? Doesn’t that gross you out?” Katelyn asked. 

Kat blushed a little and looked down. “It’s uh… It’s actually kind of hot.” She admitted. “I didn’t expect it to be.” She said quickly. “But It’s really hot to see him fuck my brains out and still have enough stamina to move on to someone else while I recover.” She giggled. “Selene says it’s like watching porn, but with someone you’re rooting for.” 

Katelyn snorted. “That’s… kind of messed up.” 

Kat shrugged. “No more messed up than you calling him Daddy earlier.” 

“What?” Katelyn blushed furiously. “When did I do that?” 

“When he and Kelly carried you into her SUV.” Kat reminded her. “You called her Momma, and you called him Daddy.” 

“I was dehydrated!” Katelyn said defensively. “I wasn’t thinking clearly. I didn’t mean it like that, like in a sexual way.” 

“Uh-huh.” Kat rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the movie momentarily as the three witches hovered above the graveyard. “Well, even if you did, the harem’s put a freeze on new members. So don’t plan on calling him Daddy anytime soon.” 

Katelyn looked surprised. “You’re saying your sex c-” She stopped herself. “The harem wouldn’t want me?” 

Kat shrugged. “That’s democracy for you. It's not personal. We don't want new members until we get used to what we have now.” She didn’t mention the fact she was the one who put the freeze in place and didn’t want Katelyn to join. She had her reasons but didn’t plan to discuss it with Katelyn anytime soon if she could help it. “Plus, it’s also up to Arthur. He’d have to want you to be a part of it too.” 

“Ah, well… I might have fucked that up. I don’t think he likes me very much.” Katelyn said. 

“Because of your vomiting?” Kat asked. 

“No, because I…” Katelyn hesitated this time. “Because I kind of sexually assaulted him earlier?” 

“I’m sorry. What?” Kat sat up. Katelyn had her full attention. 

Katelyn sighed and told her the story. 

~~~

Kelly moaned into the mattress; the gag was still out from between her lips, and the blindfold was still in place. Her rear was bright red now from the paddle Arthur set down on the mattress beside her, next to the riding crop he’d used on her earlier. Ten spanks with the paddle, and she’d moaned every time, pulling against her restraints and breathing heavily now to the point of panting. 

“How are you doing?” Arthur asked. “Red light?” 

“No, Master.” Kelly shook her head fervently. 

“Yellow?” Arthur asked. 

“No!” Kelly wiggled her butt at him as best she could. “Green light. I want more. Harder! I can take it!” 

“I seem to have awoken a beast.” Arthur chuckled. Kelly was already into spanking; he had known that from their first time together. This was her first time in restraints, though. It was her first time experimenting with the more BDSM-themed play he was accustomed to. She seemed to enjoy it if her smile and wiggling ass were signs to judge by. 

“Please?” Kelly asked. “I was very ignorant earlier. And I want you to spank me, then use me. Let me be your slut tonight instead of your wife. Flog me! Are you going to use the flogger, finally?” 

Arthur weighed the flogger in his hands and sighed. He didn’t like to use it on first-timers, but this wasn’t her first spanking. She’d taken his hand, a wooden spoon another time, now a paddle and a riding crop. She knew how they felt, and she wanted more. She wanted him to spank her harder, and maybe he had been holding back. 

He was used to Selene, who was eager for her punishments but much smaller than him and Kelly. Selene was a five-foot-three ballerina. Kelly was a six-foot Amazon. She could take spanks the others couldn’t, and it was time Arthur stopped treating her like she was fragile. Kelly wanted to push herself, so he’d let her test her limits. He had everything on standby in case she suddenly encountered a threshold she couldn’t cross. 

Arthur dragged the flogger’s leather straps across down her back again, caressing her lats and then her ass with it. 

Kelly shuddered at the sensation and eagerly tugged against the restraints that kept her spread-eagled face down on the mattress and tensed for the coming blow. 

Arthur hesitated but lifted the flogger and brought it down across her ass. The thick strands made an impact that shoved her cheeks and made them jiggle delightfully, and Kelly gave a genuine cry of delight that turned into a gasp as he followed it up with a second blow. 

“Oh my–guh.” Kelly started when he struck again. He kept the blows coming in rapid succession, driving harder each time. 

Arthur watched her carefully as he spanked her with the flogger, watching for any signs of regret on her face, but there was only determination and… enjoyment. He knew that look. He’d seen her make that same expression for years at the gym when she was pushing hard through a good workout and getting her time’s worth. She was enjoying this. She was pushing herself, her limits, and her body. She was in her happy place, enjoying those endorphins and other chemicals as they washed through her, lifting her spirits with every muscle contraction. 

“Harder.” Kelly moaned. “Harder!” She cried. 

Arthur couldn’t give in. He wanted to but knew better than to lose control and wail away on Kelly with the flogger. He had to hold himself back, to enjoy the moment, but not lose control of himself, which was becoming increasingly difficult. He was so hard it was painful, and all he really wanted to do was crawl onto the bed behind her and take her slick pussy from behind. She was wet, highly aroused, to the point where he could see it between her thighs, the small damp spot on his bedsheet, and smell it in the air. 

“Harder!” Kelly pushed her ass up to meet the next blow, then ground her hips down on the pillow below her when Arthur drove the flogger across her ass. “Harder!” 

Arthur gave it to her harder and then decided to change things up. He stopped, panting from the exercise, and set the flogger down across her back to let her know he was pausing even with her blindfold on. 

“Green light! Let’s go!” Kelly said quickly. “I’m almost…. I’m almost there, Master.” She panted. 

Arthur stroked the flogger gently across her upper back, and she flexed it to caress the strands as they swept across her skin. He lashed her lightly across the upper back with the flogger in his left hand, and she hunched her shoulders but moaned into the mattress. He followed it up with a spank from the paddle in his right hand, and she moaned even louder. 

He alternated between the two, flogging her back and paddling her ass, getting more robust with each blow until she was panting between the blows in rhythm with him, lifting her ass to meet it and grinding low into the pillow that was far too soft to give her the satisfaction she sought. 

“Please, Master. Arthur. Am I allowed to– Can I–” She tensed, pulling against the restraints so hard Arthur thought, only for a moment, they might tear or break. 

“Please–” Kelly panted. “Please.” She kept saying. 

“You want me to lighten up?” Arthur asked. 

“No!” Kelly flailed desperately. “Keep going! I can take it! I promise! I’m almost there!” She moaned into the mattress again, pulling against the restraints. 

Arthur went harder until her body started clenching and gasping, little orgasms rolling through her at the exertion, and then he took his moment. He tore his suit pants as he pulled them off, took his position behind her, bent over her, pressed his swollen cock head to her lower folds, and plunged into her with a thrust that brought his pelvis directly down onto her peach-shaped and red-apple colored ass. 

Kelly screamed, pushing her face into the mattress and letting loose with a muffled scream that emptied her lungs as her orgasm took her. She squeezed Arthur’s cock inside her, and it felt to him like she used all of her core muscles to milk his cock and keep him from pulling out. He only managed a few thrusts inside her while she screamed her orgasms into the mattress before he clenched and exploded inside her. He threw his head back as he came and grunted a bellow of relief. He placed his hands on the mattress beside her breasts, his knees between her clenched thighs. 

“Oh my god.” Kelly gasped, and she repeated the phrase over and over again as she shuddered and convulsed beneath him. 

Arthur shuddered, then held still until he felt they were both starting to come down. He kissed his way down her back, letting his lips gently press against the red marks he’d made with the flogger as he stepped back on his knees and pulled his length out of her. 

They both took deep breaths. Kelly melted into the mattress, and Arthur stood at the edge of the bed with his hands on the top of it for a few moments, breathing heavily. 

“Oh my god.” Kelly repeated. “Arthur, that was-” 

They became aware of a knocking noise, but it wasn’t at the door. It was a dull, repetitive thudding sound coming from the floor. They both realized it hadn’t just started but had probably been going on since Kelly screamed. 

Kelly sighed. “Tell them if they don’t fuck off, I will personally beat the shit out of them.” 

Arthur laughed. Kelly could too. His downstairs neighbors were twiddly people who didn’t appreciate the noise he or his girlfriends made sometimes. It was late, he supposed, but just because they didn’t fuck anymore didn’t mean Arthur was going to become celibate. 

Arthur stomped his foot twice on the ceiling, and the thudding stopped. Message received. They would be quiet, at least for a little while. 

Kelly relaxed, attempting to melt further into the mattress and drift off to sleep. She was a little disgruntled when Arthur started undoing her ankle restraint. 

“You can’t sleep in them.” Arthur explained. 

“I don’t want to sleep in them all night.” Kelly groaned. “I need a few minutes. I’m a little dizzy. I think… whatever that was. I think that was the most I’ve cum in… ever.” 

Arthur smirked a little. After all, he was allowed to feel like he had some hand in that. He rubbed her ankle, where the red mark from the restraint faded into her skin. She’d been pulling against them intermittently the entire time, and he was glad he’d loosened them before they started. All that straining had given her some marks. 

He unclasped her right wrist and rubbed it. She let him, and her breathing started normalizing. When he let go, she used her now-free right hand to push up the blindfold, allowing her to see him. He was naked now and only half-hard, but she very much enjoyed the view as he rubbed her other ankle and calf. 

“You were a very good girl.” Arthur said soothingly. “I’m proud of you.” 

Kelly blushed. “Thank you.” She said softly. “Did it–” She hesitated. “Was it good for you?” 

“It was great.” Arthur nodded and undid her last restraint. He took her hand and massaged it, rubbing her palm and wrist for a few minutes in silence. Then he picked up the tools he’d laid on the mattress beside her and put them away in his trunk, wiping each down with a dry rag first. 

Kelly rolled over and sat up while he was doing that. She removed the gag, which she’d never used, and the collar, rolling and stretching her neck once it was off. She wasn’t a fan of things against her throat, but she’d worn it for him. Just like she’d worn everything tonight for him. Now she was naked, but she never felt so good, even with the dull sting on her back and her ass currently pressed into the mattress. 

“So that’s what they like about it.” Kelly nodded knowingly. “I get it.” 

Arthur laughed. “Stay there a second. I’ll get us some water and some lotion for your ass.” 

“My ass is fine.” Kelly protested. 

“It’ll prevent welts and keep any skin from splitting. Let me take care of you.” Arthur’s tone was commanding but not angry or heated. It was simply a plea from a determined man, and if Kelly wasn’t already gooey inside every time she looked at him, she was putty in his hands now. 

“Yes, Sir.” She said obediently and watched his cute butt as he exited the bedroom. 

He was back soon enough and offered her a large water bottle. She took it and drank most of it, tilting it back and throwing her head back to swallow it all down. It felt like life entering her veins through her stomach, and she hadn’t realized how far she’d pushed herself physically until she cooled off, as was often the way of a good workout. 

“I need to do this more often.” Kelly said with determination. “Not tonight… but do you think we’ll have time before Homecoming tomorrow?” 

Kelly was serious, but Arthur shook his head. “Pace yourself.” He said. “I learned that lesson with Selene. We dove into things a little fast, and it was hard to slow down and pace everything out. It’s better not to obsess over it, even though it’s new and worth obsessing over.” 

Arthur wasn’t angry about it, nor did he seem to particularly regret anything, but there was wisdom and experience in the words that Kelly chose to accept and respect. Arthur was the experienced one here, and he was the one she’d decided to submit to as a boyfriend, husband, Master, or whatever title he damn well wanted. The only thing stronger than her gooey feelings for him was her respect for him, and she was determined to follow his lead. 

“Yes, Sir.” Kelly took another drink from her water bottle and finished it off. 

“Now roll over.” Arthur instructed, and Kelly obeyed. He lotioned up his hands first and then spent ten minutes or so rubbing her back and butt, eliciting small moans of pleasure from Kelly that had nothing to do with sex. Well, maybe a little to do with sex, but she was too tired to offer herself to him the way she wanted to. 

Kelly enjoyed every moment of his touch. 

The connection between them was physical, but with every touch of gentle pressure relieving her body and helping her come down from her high, the connection became something more profound than skin-to-skin. Her heart beat with his, her lungs breathed with him, and her soul reached out to his until she felt as though he were embracing her. 

When he finished, he rubbed her down with a cloth that dried off the remnants of whatever lotion hadn’t worked its way into her red marks. Then, he went into the bathroom to wash his hands before returning to the room. 

Kelly waited for him, and when he returned, she was lying on her side, facing him. Her bottom leg was straight, and her top leg was bent toward the ceiling with her foot on the mattress behind her other knee. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, and Arthur had to remember to breathe. All he could think about was kissing her and climbing into bed with her. 

“Come on, Hubby.” Kelly patted the bed next to her. “Come to bed.” 

Arthur obeyed.