Small Town Seven: Reverse Harem Romance (Haremworld Book 1)

by Kelli Callahan

  “That was really good…” She put her hands on the bed to support her weight for a moment and then fell onto her back.

  “That was only the beginning.” I rubbed her leg. “I’m a horny bastard, so you can expect that every day.”

  “I’ll be ready.” She smiled. “Especially if you make me cum like that every time you visit.”

  “Oh, I will.” I grinned and reached for my boxers.

  “I think I need a drink…” She started to lean up.

  “I’ll get it for you.” Steve put his hand on her shoulder. “You stay here.”

  “Thank you.” She smiled.

  “Are you done for the night?” I sat down on the edge of the bed while Steve walked towards the door.

  “No.” She shook her head. “I don’t know if I can cum again, but I’m definitely not done—maybe just one next time though.”

  “Pacing is good.” I chuckled and rubbed her leg until Steve reappeared with her drink.

  I couldn’t believe we would have Samantha there with us every day. The house could use some work, but I didn’t have much else to do, so I would work to make it a nice home for all of us. Having a roof over my head that didn’t leak would be a nice change. The shack I bought with some of my spoils was barely standing after having to leave it neglected when I was sent away to prison. I wasn’t sure if everyone would live there full time, but I definitely didn’t intend to spend much time apart from Samantha. The two of us left her on the bed and I felt a bit of separation from her. I had never been the type to cuddle after having sex, but I wanted Samantha in my arms more than anything after being so close to her. That part of the arrangement would be hard, but I was sure we could find a way to make it work. We walked downstairs and I saw the crowd looking on—the remaining three were a bit anxious.

  “She only wants one this time.” I walked over and poured a drink.

  “I’ll go.” Luther stood up.

  “Can’t wait any longer?” I chuckled and took a sip.

  “I’d rather have her to myself the first time.” He started towards the stairs.

  Chapter Nine

  Luther

  Sin—it was a complex journey to endure. After losing my wife, I let it consume me. Sins of the flesh, pleasures of the body, and things I should have never even considered. That time away from the church made me realize the world was a lot more complicated than I realized when I was safe inside God’s grace. I couldn’t explain why I felt like what we were doing with Samantha was acceptable. There was something about it that just felt right, even though I knew it went against all of the teachings I preached. I didn’t feel like the devil was tempting me with Samantha, I felt like God was giving me a gift. He understood my needs and also understood why I couldn’t handle a traditional relationship. Granite Falls had been a gift until Samantha walked into my church. After seeing her, I felt things I hadn’t felt since I first turned to the bottle. When the mayor and the sheriff suggested the arrangement, I felt like it was a sign. Sin wasn’t black and white—and depriving myself of Samantha would be even worse than all of my other sins combined.

  “Hey…” She smiled when she saw me enter the room. “Are you ready for me?”

  “More than you know…” I gasped when I saw the beauty of her naked body. It was absolutely marvelous.

  “You’re okay with this arrangement, even with your profession?” She raised her eyebrows. “I don’t want you to regret this—I want our time together to be special.”

  “When we are together, it will be. I understand that I will have to share you with others, but I need some time alone with you too.” I walked over and sat down on the bed.

  “You’re not going to make me read the Bible when we are alone are you?” She crawled towards me and let her head rest in my lap.

  “No, I believe that every man and woman has to find their own peace with God. I preach because it was what I was called to do. Those that need to hear my words come for the message, not the man.” I reached down and stroked her hair.

  “So, you won’t punish me for my sins?” She moved further across my lap and positioned herself with her bottom facing upwards.

  “Are you wanting me to?” My hand nervously traced her body, moving from her ribs to the curve of her hip.

  “It’s kind of a fantasy—being a naughty girl that has to be punished.” She wiggled her bottom at me and looked over her shoulder with a grin. “If it makes you uncomfortable, I can ask one of the others to do it.”

  “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable.” I rubbed her bottom carefully and let my hand rest on it. “I thought you were a virgin; how did you end up with this kind of fantasy?”

  “My mind takes me to strange places when I sin.” She leaned up and put her hand between her legs, rubbing her clitoris lightly. “You’re the only one that would find this sort of behavior inappropriate.” She moaned as she circled her clitoris a little faster.

  “It is rather inappropriate…” I watched her finger move in a circle and patted her bottom. “It’s the kind of inappropriate behavior that could earn you a spanking.”

  “Is it?” She smiled and moved her finger faster.

  “Yes it is.” I brought my hand down hard on her bare bottom.

  “Ow!” She wiggled her hips and pulled her hand away. “I think I’m going to be really sorry after this spanking.”

  “I can certainly make sure of it.” I brought my hand down a little harder.

  I felt trapped in a paradox when I started to spank Samantha. Did she know that what she asked for was one of my secret desires? There was no way she could have known—I never told a soul—even my wife when she was alive. I silently thanked God for giving me the chance to live out my secret fantasy as my hand bounced from one side of Samantha’s delicious bottom to the other. I tried to gauge her reaction, a little concerned that I would hurt her, but she continued moving her hips in a way that suggested she was begging for more—even when her bottom started to turn pink. If it kept up much longer, everyone was going to know it was me who did it because the evidence would be visible for them to see. The fantasy was too strong to keep me grounded in that reality. I tilted her hips and continued to spank her, feeling my cock practically throbbing in my pants. I spanked her until the center of her bottom was a darker shade of pink and the surrounding flesh was tinted pink before stopping. I let my hand rest on her bottom that was slightly warm to the touch.

  “Are you sorry now?” I rubbed my hand down her thighs.

  “Not really.” She spread her legs apart and pushed her hand back between her thighs. “All that did was make me want to sin even more. I thought you were going to punish me.”

  “I can see you’re not going to learn your lesson easily.” I pushed her hand away from her pussy and brought my hand down on her bottom again.

  My excitement picked up as I started to spank her again. It was a little harder than the first round and she still seemed to want more. I landed my hand on the right side of her bottom, followed by the left side, and then delivered several harder ones directly in the center. That seemed to do the trick and make her squirm. I kept the rhythm steady, and gave her a spanking that would have rivaled the kind a naughty girl truly would deserve. The squirming got more intense and she started to moan a little more, but they were mixed with groans. I felt myself slipping further and further into the fantasy. The woman across my lap was in need of punishment and it was up to me to make sure she was sorry for what she had done. My head spun with a bit of uncertainty, but I kept the spanking going until her bottom was actually turning red. After a series of rather painful smacks directly in the center of her bottom, she threw her hand back to block the next one from landing, which caused me to pull my hand away.

  “I’m sorry!” Her words came out with a bit of a squeal. “I won’t do it again!”

  “You don’t get to decide when the spanking is over.” I pushed her hand away and held it against her hip. “This spanking will not end until you’ve been pr
operly punished.”

  “Yes sir…” She replied with a whimper and relaxed.

  I didn’t want to actually hurt our beautiful Samantha, but she needed to be pushed a little past her comfort zone in order to feel like she had actually been punished, even if it was a fantasy. Her words were submission and I knew she understood that the spanking would continue. Had she truly wanted it to end, she wouldn’t have given in so easily. I started bouncing my hand across her bottom again, watching her squirm as whimpers formed in her throat. There seemed to be an element of pleasure and discomfort in what she was feeling. It didn’t have to be much—just enough for her to feel the sting for a little while longer. I kept her bottom firmly on my lap until it was a bit darker and she was twisting in my grasp. I released the grip and she moved her hips, spreading her legs to reveal a pussy that was almost dripping with desire. I wanted to be inside of it—I wanted to feel the lust that the spanking had brought on her. My cock was so hard I thought it was going to explode before I ever got the chance.

  “Are you sorry now?” I let my hand rest on her bottom which was even warmer than it was before.

  “Yes sir.” She looked over her shoulder and nodded.

  She crawled back up the bed and I stood. My fingers were practically trembling with anticipation when I started to unbutton my shirt. I barely got it off before I was working on my belt. I don’t think I’ve ever undressed that fast. I tossed my clothes on the floor and started crawling into the bed. I was truly thankful that I had her to myself for our first encounter. I wouldn’t have dared live out the fantasy if there were others present, although I could possibly be more open to it now that I knew she actually seemed to enjoy being spanked. My cock needed to be pleasured in a way that I couldn’t remember feeling before. I took her in my arms and started to kiss along her neck. She was already panting with excitement and there wasn’t much need for foreplay. She wrapped her hand around my cock and started to stroke it, moving up and down the shaft quickly.

  “I want to be on top now.” She whispered into my ear.

  “Whatever you want.” I moved to the center of the bed and lay on my back.

  “I want this…” She moved to my cock and straddled me, guiding it towards her wetness.

  It took her a minute to get used to the position. I assumed based on her inexperience and struggle to get used to riding my cock that she hadn’t been on top when the others had visited. She finally got her hands and knees in a good position and started to slowly move up and down the shaft, using her pussy to massage my dick. It felt amazing. Her pussy was so tight that she struggled as she started moving her hips to go faster. My muscles quickly got tense as I felt the first moment of sexually driven pleasure that had my body had experienced in years. She was practically angelic as she chased her pleasure and mine, bouncing on my thighs with her pussy swallowing every inch of my cock before she started to rise up again. Each time she did, it brought me closer to ejaculation. I let my hands rest on her hips for a moment and then moved them up to caress her gorgeous breasts.

  “I’m already about to cum…” She squealed a little bit and her mouth fell open as she struggled to draw breath.

  “Keep going…” I muttered, feeling my balls surging with the need to explode inside of her. “I’m so close.”

  There was no way I was going to be able to hold back. Having her over my knee for the spanking with her hips squirming against my cock the whole time had already gotten me so turned on I couldn’t control it. I tilted my knees and brought my hands back to her hips so I could thrust upwards into her pussy as she moved. The combined motion immediately sent her past the point of no return and her eyes practically rolled back in her head. She started to orgasm and the feeling of her pussy spasming on my cock made the sensation stronger than I could handle. I thrust upwards and held her tight as I started to unload inside of her. My cock throbbed and I could feel years of pent up sexual frustration erupting inside of her pussy. Just when I thought it was almost over, I slammed my cock into her a couple more times and felt it erupt again. She moaned with her whole body shaking in my hands while she orgasmed. When our muscles began to relax, she sank down onto my cock and leaned forward so I could wrap my arms around her. I pulled her close to my chest and lightly kissed her cheek.

  “That was wonderful.” She closed her eyes as her head rested on my chest. “I want that again.”

  “All of it?” I ran a finger down her ribs and squeezed her bottom.

  “Especially that part.” She nodded quickly, but kept her eyes closed.

  “How did you know I would even spank you?” I rubbed her bottom and squeezed it again.

  “Spare the rod—spoil the child. Isn’t that in the Bible somewhere?” She grinned and snuggled closer to my chest.

  “It is…but I don’t think that means everyone who reads the Bible is going to spank you on request.” I chuckled.

  “They don’t have to.” She finally opened her eyes and looked up at me. “I got you to do that for me.”

  She was everything I had been searching for even if I didn’t know it. I knew there were some who would see what we did as a sin, but I felt like my relationship with God was already on thin enough ice—sharing Samantha with other men was hardly the worst thing I had done. Somewhere in the balance between good and evil, what we were doing was necessary. I couldn’t love another or have a traditional relationship. There wasn’t even a woman in Granite Falls I could pursue it with even if I felt that was the case. I could sleep easy at night believing God had sent Samantha to me and the arrangement was a test of my faith. If I could share her with the other men, then I would have a woman who let me live out my darkest fantasies—thing I was never able to tell anyone. I knew I would have to leave her, but I wasn’t going to go until she was ready for our embrace to end. I was cherishing the moment too much to do it on my own. We stayed there for nearly thirty minutes before she finally pulled away.

  “Who do you want me to send up next?” I leaned up and reached for my pants.

  “I think you can send them all. They’ve been waiting a long time.” She grinned and crawled back over, putting her arms around my shoulders.

  “All three?” I raised my eyebrows in concern.

  “It’ll be okay. I can handle it. I want to see you first tomorrow though.” She moved back to the center of the bed and leaned against her elbow.

  “You got it…” I slid on my pants and started towards the door.

  Chapter Ten

  Blue

  I was getting a little impatient waiting on my turn with Samantha. Luther had been upstairs with her so long it felt like an eternity and I was going to be too drunk to get my dick hard if he didn’t show up soon. Major seemed to be fairly complacent and wasn’t pushing to be the next guy up the stairs, so I hoped I could get my turn next. Mayor Danvers seemed more interested in making sure the house was perfect that getting his rocks off. Jesse, Axe and Steve were pounding shots faster than I normally did, sharing tales of their time with Samantha which didn’t do much to help the throbbing erection begging for attention. I figured it would be a little easier as the days went on since we wouldn’t all be there at the same time during the day. I just hoped there was enough of Samantha left for me to pleasure. If the other guys had done their job, she was likely exhausted by that point. I stood up when I heard Luther close the door upstairs, watching as he walked down the stairs.

  “Did you pray over her before you fucked her—damn.” I tilted my head as he walked into the living room.

  “No, I had to punish her for her sins.” He smiled and chuckled.

  “What?” That comment quickly got Mayor Danvers’ attention.

  “She loved it.” He walked back to his chair. “So much so that she’s ready for all three of you.”

  “She…she is?” Mayor Danvers stammered over his words.

  “Yep, I got her so turned on that one man isn’t enough.” He looked around the room. “Are you going or do you plan to keep the lad
y waiting?”

  “Hell no—heavens no—whatever.” I started towards the stairs.

  Mayor Danvers was behind me and Major was following him. The three of us probably looked a bit ridiculous scampering up the narrow staircase with our prize ready to be claimed. I was the first to the door and when I pushed it open, I saw exactly what Luther meant by punishment. Her ass had been scorched and there were outlines of his fingers on her flesh. The smile on her face suggested she asked for it—or at least wanted it. I never imagined the quiet preacher being a freak, but it was very clear that he was no quite devoted to Sunday morning as he let on. There were demons from his past and apparently some of them were quite kinky. I stepped into the room and peeled off my shirt. Samantha got her first look at my tattooed chest and I could desire in her eyes. Four men had claimed her and she was still aching for more. Mayor Danvers seemed a bit overwhelmed by the whole thing, but it was his idea, so he was going to have to man up. I walked to the edge of the bed and leaned over, pressing my lips to her breast and kissing it. My tongue rolled around her nipple and she let out a gasp.