by Stella Price
Corbin snorted his agreement. “Not to mention the chances of getting knifed in the back.”
“So Mina told you what happened? I got a very small story out of Bella. Truth be told, I think she’s scared I will take one of those bitches, no matter what I have promised her already. I’m not doing anything Boris said. Bella is a first rate princess, just like Mina. Would you ever consider a harem?”
Ben shook his head. “I wouldn’t have the energy for it, besides I respect Mina too much for that. She’s the mother of my child. There’s no reason why Bella wouldn’t be terrified that you’d take another. From what Sebastian’s told me they grew up in that environment. She knows first-hand what happens when a Satyr decides to take up another woman or four. It backlashes though the children, most likely the reason most of the youth are all sour bastards. That’s something else I’d never subject my children to, all out hatred of each other. Anyone who’s read any Shakespeare at all, should know that’s a bad idea from the get go.”
Harley nodded. Their traditional way of life might be what the majority of the Satyrs enjoyed, but he was learning that the younger generations weren’t as ambitious. Careers, power, standing—they all craved that, both young and old alike. The young had one more need—love.
Love came in different ways for different people. He was sure that none of the Satyrs that had more than one woman loved them. They were incapable of it. For Boris to try to turn him into one of those fuckers simply to broker deals… His father was out of his mind.
“It bears a bit more conversation, but that’s for tomorrow. Let’s not draw any more attention to ourselves. Look at them.” He nodded towards both of their women, who were writhing and moaning under each other’s ministrations.
Mina was on top and panting, shuddering as Bella arched up to meet her body. They screamed in tandem, their orgasms rocking them.
“Isn’t that just beautiful?” he said.
“It certainly is, cousin.” Ben smiled appreciatively at the girls.
“So what now… Shall we push them to the limit?” Harley nodded towards the Toloose side where they had their own entertainments going on. No doubt it was to compete with Tempest, but no one there could beat Mina and Bella. “Shall we up the ante? I think a bit more play time before we fuck and bleed them is just what they need.”
Ben smiled his agreement. “As you like, cousin.”
Harley laughed and motioned to Corbin. “You’re of the old guard. What do you think the crowd would appreciate and the girls would enjoy?”
“Oh.” He shook his head. “I couldn’t suggest anything. These sorts of things all run into one, after a time. My attentions are more on Milton and Boris’s reactions to my reappearance. If I was a gambling man, which I am, I’d bet everything on having a few new assassins dogging my tail.”
Harley smirked at the older Satyr. “Well, that’s what you get when you go poaching, you old fucker.” He winked at Corbin and looked back over at the girls.
They didn’t slow their kissing and fondling, though they were mouth to mouth now, and the congregation around them were getting worked up. There was something about two girls kissing that always got a Satyr’s cock up. Though it could have been because it was Bella and Mina doing the kissing.
“I didn’t poach from them, and according to Ben, that’s all been sorted out,” Corbin said.
Ben nodded. “It didn’t take me long once they had their girls back.”
“Besides I didn’t poach, they came willingly,” Corbin protested.
Ben snorted, shaking his head. “Sure, Ted, the money was just resting in your account.’”
“There was no money. I doubt they even had any money.”
“He was referencing a television show, Corbin.” Harley grinned at the Father Ted line. “Never mind.” He walked over to the girls and went to his knees. “Ladies? You look like you need something.”
“Oh yes, I need.” Bella grinned at him, leaning up to whisper in his ear exactly what she needed.
“Right here, pet?” He grinned at her. “Ben?”
Ben was next to him in a moment. “Yes?”
“Bella told me they both need a good dicking. What do you suggest?”
“Well, we should give our ladies exactly what they need. I’ve never been one to deny a damsel in distress.”
Harley grinned and looked down at his female. “Very well, love. You have pleased me this night. Up.”
She beamed at him, standing and sinking herself into his arms, her face tucked into the crook of his neck.
“Now, love, the question is,” he said quietly so only she could hear. “Should I take you here, or should we retire with Ben and Mina and the rest of Tempest for an early after party?”
“That’s your decision, love, but maybe a little privacy couldn’t hurt.” She smiled, fitted perfectly against him.
Nodding to her, he looked over at Ben who had picked up Mina’s dress and was kissing her, tweaking her nipple. “Wanna move this to the next location?”
“I think it would be advantageous. Your place or mine?”
Harley looked around at the others that would be Tempest and smirked. “Oh yours, you’ve got much more room, and it seems the rest of Tempest is interested in leaving as well. Nothing is hotter than the girls.”
He nodded. “Yes, and the festivities, while amusing, do get rather dull. We can do the dinner thing back at the cottage.”
Harley gripped Bella’s ass. “Then let’s get them there.”
Chapter Nine
Harley woke in the darkened room to feel his Beloved tucked under his arm, her head resting comfortably on his chest. She had been wild last night, at the party and at the after party, then back at their room. His Beloved had no limits, no breaking point. He had thought he would have to introduce her to some of his more severe kinks slowly, but after everything she readily engaged in several times last night, he knew she could take it.
Perfection, Bella was utter perfection.
He smiled to himself and softly caressed her shoulder, careful not to wake her. She’d earned her sleep, earned her rest. The gloom of the room, the barely visible furniture hidden in the inky afternoon light, let his mind wander to pressing issues.
Boris had not been happy that Harley and Bella had not sat with the Rummer clan at the party, mainly because he’d had to deal with Arabella’s family himself. Harley was seeing now that while his bonding was a strategic move for his clan in business, and one of the heart for himself, it was the former that would be a problem.
Harley wasn’t a showman, nor was he a lackey. There was no reason why he should have to deal with her family and broker any deals, that wasn’t what he was going to be doing when he took his place among the other Satyrs of his clan.
While his father’s argument of learning to be diplomatic, as well as being versed and knowledgeable of their business interests, rang true to an extent, he wasn’t entering any area of Rummer International that dealt in public relations. He was a scientist, and his mind would be much better suited towards what it craved.
Boris, he noticed, didn’t like having to do any work himself. His father liked his power, but didn’t really enjoy doing anything to validate his position. This was going to be tricky.
His mind wandered back to his father insisting on him taking more women. He didn’t know where that came from, but had some nagging suspicion that his father meant to farm him out to all the families they had an interest in. Being an only child did have better points, though if he were a different kind of Satyr, one of the old school ones that still clung to the old ways, he would be revelling in it. He wasn’t, and that was because of the example of his own sire. This entire thing needed to be reasoned out, though the truth of it was, more than one woman was just plain silly. Ben had it right, as did his own father. He wouldn’t share his time and affections with anyone but Arabella, as it was supposed to be.
Growing up he had seen the difference between a Beloved and just anoth
er woman, or harem girl. His mother was coddled, loved and adored, cherished by his father. Several other families in Rummer were multi-female families, most notably his childhood friend Brent’s family. His father, the VP of international affairs at Rummer International, had six females. Brent’s mother was the third he had taken.
While Brent was revered, taught to be a Satyr and know his place, his mother was a sad, almost bitter creature. His father didn’t have time to spend between all six of his females, and while the women dealt with it, he saw the covetous and envious looks his mother got at functions. It seemed no matter what the society, a woman wanted to be the only one to reside in a man’s heart.
Brent now had three females of his own, and treated them much the same as his father treated his. It was a vicious cycle, and one that had worked for eons, but times were changing, and he was going to change with them. He knew his father wasn’t going to give way on his highhanded thoughts, but he also knew that his own resolve wouldn’t falter. If Boris wanted this to happen, he would have to find some other children.
Harley had mentioned to Ben that they would speak more of this little issue today, and he was still intent on it, though he was going to have to talk to Bella about everything first. Ben was right, she had every reason to be scared and to not talk to him about the issues she was having, but she needed to learn to trust him in everything. He wasn’t her father, and he wouldn’t ever treat her like her mother was treated.
He leant down and kissed the top of her head and stroked her back. “Wake, Bella, I have need of you, my little temptress.”
“Mmm…,” she moaned, slitting her eyes open with a sleepy smile.
He gripped her hips and turned her around. Pressing her rump back into his groin, he stroked her clit while his other hand tweaked her already tender nipples. Spooning with this woman was quickly becoming his favourite position.
“How do you feel pet? You were very wild last night, so attentive, so open… I gotta say I liked seeing you in your passion with Mina, and with the other women there, and with the two younger Satyrs that begged me to suck on these perfect nipples till you squirmed. But the best,” he said in a brutal hiss in her ear, “was bringing you back here and fucking you till you passed out.”
“I feel wonderful,” she smiled at him, stretching her body out in a very cat-like gesture. “I feel even better in the knowledge that I’ve pleased you.”
“You have, my love. Now…” He lifted her leg and drove into her from behind, aware that she was probably tender.
“Harley,” she gasped breathlessly.
He worked her hard and deep. “Yes, Arabella?”
“Mmm, so good.” She pushed back onto him.
“Yes, I know. This little body craves my cock, doesn’t it?” He stopped moving and pinched her clit and nipple in tandem. “Tell me, did you enjoy last night? How would you like it if I tied you up and blindfolded you and let several Satyrs bring you to orgasm?”
She moaned, pushing back wantonly on him, her body tightening. “Would it please you to see that?”
“Would it please you, Bella, to enjoy it?”
“Mmm, I would enjoy it.” She moaned. “But I only want your cock.”
“And it’s the only one you’re getting.” He pinched her nipple again and took her slower. “Now, Bella, why didn’t you tell me what happened during your shopping trip yesterday? Why did I have to hear the details from Ben?”
She stilled on him. “It wasn’t important. I handled it.”
“It’s always important when I ask you something, Bella.” He nipped her shoulder. “I know you’re nervous, but I meant what I said. You will be my one and only.”
She relaxed slightly, the tension easing from her shoulders. “I have no reason to doubt you.”
“True, but Ben mentioned something. You did grow up in a less than desirable way and are used to there being more than one female around. I won’t have anyone but you for mine. Taking pleasure is one thing, letting you take pleasure is another, but I would never collar and keep anyone else. Even if my father wants me to.”
She relaxed as he spoke but tensed at his last words. “He does?” She shook her head. “Harley, you have to do as he wants. I know you like me and respect me but going against your father’s wishes is courting disaster. I love what you’re saying… You’re a good man. I know you’ll look after me whatever our circumstances.”
“Our circumstances won’t change. The son of a bitch wants me to take two more females from Rummer to cement his own aspirations. If it were I wanting to get ahead, that would be one thing. But the bastard didn’t even name me heir when you were gifted to me. Ben and Corbin were right, he won’t give me my due.”
“My father’s the same.” She nodded. “My older brothers just haven’t figured it out yet. What will you do?”
Harley started moving in her again, his heart swelling with pride at her acceptance of him. She trusted him, she wasn’t worried. “I don’t know. We have options, options we need to explore today.”
“Options?”
He pinched her nipple and kissed the column of her neck as he stroked her channel with his shaft. “Why do you think I have been so keen to play with Ben and his crew? They are the future, and Ben hasn’t made a secret of wanting me as part of their clan. With Boris being the fuck that he is, it’s a damn good offer.”
“Our fathers won’t like that, mine especially. He wanted me to go to Rummer, not Tempest… He wanted to give me to Boris specifically.”
“I don’t give a shit what he wants, and neither should you.” He pinched her clit and rolled it. “All you need to worry about is pleasing me. I’m your Satyr.” He nipped her shoulder. “And I say what’s best for us, don’t I, Bella?”
“You’re right.” She touched his collar. “They don’t matter, only you.” She pushed back on him, nuzzling at his neck.
“You’re mine, woman. Mine alone.” He worked her harder and concentrated. With a thought, her blood ran down her shoulder from the incision from her collar. He lapped it up and slipped his tongue under the collar, to pet and stroke her skin.
“Harley,” she cried out, coming as he lapped at her.
He revelled in it, and followed her over seconds later, and panted into her shoulder. “Such a good girl, Bella.”
“Your girl, Harley.”
“Only mine, love. Now, what were your plans for today?”
“I didn’t have any.” She shook her head.
“Well then, we don’t have to change them.” He grinned and nipped her shoulder. “I have a meeting with Ben today. You’re coming with me.”
“I am?”
“You think I’m going to let you stay here with the bullshit my father is trying to pull?”
“Point, it’s much safer around you.” She snuggled back into him.
“Everything is much better with me involved, love.” He pulled away from her and slipped out of bed. “Get up, pet. Shower.”
“I can manage that. You joining me?”
Harley grinned at her. “No, we won’t make our appointment. I’ll grab one after you.”
“Shame.” She smiled at him, getting out of bed and sauntering naked towards the bathroom.
He reached down and swatted her ass as she passed. “No underwear today, Bella, and wear something uncomplicated.”
“Uncomplicated.” She grinned. “Got it.”
Harley laughed. “Good girl.”
* * * *
Harley walked into the cottage where Ben and Mina were living. “Ben? Mina?” he called, then listened. He heard soft sighing in the room towards the back and grabbed Bella’s hand, walking towards it.
They happened upon Mina bent over the butcher-block counter of the cottage, her leg up, with Ben behind his woman. His hands gripped her hips as he pistoned in and out of her.
“Are we interrupting something? Like a porno being made?” Harley smirked.
Without pausing, Ben rolled his eyes at him. “Nope, if we we
re filming, there would have been a red light on outside the door. That’s how it works,” he droned just a little out of breath, “isn’t it, love?”
Mina arched and moaned, licking her lips. “Ummm, yes, Master.” She winked at Bella.
Harley shook his head. “You about done? We need to talk.”
“Sure, two ticks.” He redoubled his efforts, slapping Mina’s ass and gripping her hard.
Bella moved up against Harley as they watched.
Harley leaned over her and patted her ass. “This turns you on, Bella?” he whispered as they watched the show in front of them.
Mina arched as Ben pulled her hair and screamed as she came for her lover.
“Any reason it shouldn’t?” Bella asked, nuzzling into him as Ben followed Mina over, taking time to wring every ounce of pleasure from Mina.
Harley chuckled. “If it didn’t, then I would begin to worry.” He turned them. “Ben, we will meet you in the living room.” He gripped Bella’s ass under her skirt and squeezed.
“Living room.” She grinned at Harley, walking into the living room with him at her back.
He touched her shoulder and she stopped walking. He went to the couch and sat, motioning her over. She went to him and knelt on the couch next to him.
“I love you.” Bella grinned, kissing him.
“Well,” Ben said, buttoning up his jeans as he moved into the room, “what can I do for you?”
Harley clapped. “Well, I gotta give you props for that display first and foremost.” He grinned. “Last night got me thinking.”
“Thinking, you? That’s not like you at all.” Ben chuckled. “So what does your thinking have to do with me?”
“Well, I am blaming it all on Corbin, and what he said. Boris isn’t going to change his mind, and I’m not giving in and taking another female. I’m thinking about coming over to Tempest.”
“Ah, well, that is good news. So you are going to defect to the dark side?”
