Harem Master

by Jen Eastwood

  Then her eyes opened again. Something in that aqua blaze had turned mindless and feral.

  Pulling back and almost taking her with me, I careened through Mona again. That was my second mistake.

  For one gut-chilling moment, Mona let her confidence drop. Fear or submission didn’t take its place.

  I’d woken the real monster. And I was trapped in more than just her lair.

  Both of her heels tightened, almost snapping me in half. “Only Lev’s taken me off my guard like that.” She took hold of my arms, pulling herself up until I was standing for both of us. “If you live, I’ll tell you why I know you’re the perfect choice.”

  She started grinding away again, staggering me back until my balance threatened to give out. It wasn’t as simple as topping from the bottom. Mona was taking charge, and the invasion was fucking breathtaking.

  My whole body fell like a tree slated for the lumber mill. Wincing for the impact against the back my skull, Mona’s forearm cushioned me at the last second.

  It wasn’t enough for her to claim the lead, and I knew it. As she planted herself down on me, I clenched my jaw, feeling how exhausted even those muscles were.

  Piles of curls blocked what faint light there was. All I saw was two rings of luminous blue as Mona smashed our bodies together. Pressing me into her roof only made her get even more vicious.

  Mona bucked herself in every direction. That kind of power and determination had my shaft ricocheting all through the deepest reach of her passage.

  She pounded an open hand into my sternum. Probably by design, it forced my lips open as every bit of air fled my lungs.

  Forcing her mouth over my own, her tongue flittered around in a delicate tease. Which was the total opposite of what every other part of Mona’s body was putting me through.

  I almost heard those nails dragging fiery gouges into my chest. As my spat of precum slid her pussy around me even harder.

  Reaching up with both hands, I wanted her hair out of my face. Maybe even for a grab and pull, if I felt brave or suffocated enough.

  But my third and final mistake was putting my wrists close enough for Mona to snatch. Pinning them to the floor past my head with one hand, her nails dragged up with the other. Those lithe but unrelenting fingers wrapped around my throat.

  Like my sudden panic was her true fetish, Mona screamed like she was the one about to be murdered. Her cunt got even more juicy. The tiny amount of breath I could manage filled my nose with that unforgettable scent of a hard, raw fuck.

  She rocked back, freeing my arms and windpipe. Locked in a harder climax than before, Mona’s wetness seeped down to the floor. Even through the suffocation, I couldn’t tell who felt more drugged.

  Mona dove her chest into mine. Quaking like the ground by a rolling freight train, she wrapped arms and legs around me to pull a little more out of herself.

  If your average girl who knew how to fuck a dick to a polished sheen was a firecracker… This freak of maybe-not-nature had to be a grenade.

  But it started to feel like she’d spent her more than she could afford.

  Figuring that was too good to be true, I stole what breaths I could sneak in. And I couldn’t help running my hands deep under that gown, squeezing both sides of her ass. I’ll be damned if you couldn’t bounce quarters off it.

  Maybe she’s blown it all in one shot. Not that I’d tossed my load yet.

  Mona kept shaking, draped on top of me as she gasped in fits.

  Pushing her up by the shoulders, I wasn’t about to pull out. Fighting back to my feet and taking her with me, every step felt impossible. Delirious as I was, I didn’t mind when she rolled to her left side on the beanbag, almost in a fetal position.

  If she’d broken herself, fair warning had already been given. I traced up the curve of her waist until I could pull that negligee off her shoulder.

  As I pressed forward again, her legs entwined and gripped around the right side of my ass. Something like a pathetic whimper leaked from her mouth. But she was trapped in a pit of her own making.

  Hungry for revenge, I pulled the rest of her sheer gown away. Then ripping the shirt over my head, we were on fair ground again.

  Erect and feeling her walls slide against me, I swung at my hips at Mona. Filling that rich, sinful cunt under my own power emptied my lungs.

  I ripped forward again. Feeling a tad more stiffness, I knew I was back in the game. Every time I fused our bodies with another pop, the total luxury forced a heavy, raspy grunt out of my throat.

  Speeding it up would have me coming in seconds rather than minutes. Instead, I kept giving solid, penetrating whips. Making sure I took my time resting at her core drew more whines and twitches out of her.

  Resting all the way in, I snatched a fistful of hair and forced her to look up at me. “You’re lucky I’m nice. Need me to stop?”

  Mona barely gave me a faint grin. Pulling my other hand to the cleavage between her tits, she whispered, “You’d better finish before I get my strength back.”

  Something about that felt like a dare. Filled with rage, I clenched my jaw and gripped tighter on her locks. Knowing the kind of power she was hiding in that perfect body, I couldn’t let Mona regain the upper-hand.

  “Harder...”

  I didn’t know if she was just delirious, but I slammed back in. Too much wetness swirled around my cock, almost burning like she was begging for it in the midst of a fever dream.

  Mona clutched my wrist, pulling my hand away from her breasts. Firm enough that break away, it led my fingers up to her lips.

  I slammed again. The moan reverberated through my entire hand. Like being merciless wasn’t enough Letting go of her hair, I reached down to lift that shapely ass. Another plunge jolted Mona forward, piling more of that fucking bag under her. Strength wasn’t enough. I needed leverage, and just the right trajectory for each dive.

  Her voice picked up. Something rippled through every part of her. Mona was about to commit something horrible or amazing.

  My veins barely held together as I surged up every scrap I had in me. Giving her a full-bodied swoop, my tip stayed all the way in as I dug around in her.

  A hoarse growl rumbled around my fingers. Her teeth bit down hard enough to leave marks.

  In cases like this, violence just might be the answer. Ramming hard, the shock nudged her entire body another inch or two up the sack.

  Far enough away that I had to step forward, Mona stopped clamping down right before I would lose those fingers. Her grip filled my hand with pins and needles as she forced it between her thighs. “Don’t even think about fucking stopping!”

  When a goddess beckons like that, you’re willing to do whatever she very well pleases. Pinching the hood over her bean, I twiddled away as I kept charging into her body.

  Both walls seized, fighting my next plummet like it was forbidden ground. Her torrent of wetness and another creamy drip of precum slid me through. Which felt like absolute rapture.

  Another firm jolt got her legs back in the action. Burying them into my spine, Mona kept me trapped no less than halfway in as I bucked for another round.

  Both eyes locked on mine. Mona reached up, grabbing my shoulder and pulling me down to her face. She hissed from between those rosy lips with the next jab.

  The wind of her next inhale cooled my face. I jerked again, but didn’t feel the searing breath.

  She let it out right in my ear. “Fucking come.”

  I didn’t know if it was a demand or a warning. All I knew was, the need for it had turned into some undeniable madness.

  Her legs folded tighter. Keeping me trapped in that eager mess, her voice steamed out again. “Leave it all in me...”

  Like her words had taken over my body, my jugular threatened to burst out of my neck. The climax screamed from down below, blinding me as my eyes stayed open.

  Rooting around in that luxurious silk, I had to moan the pressure out. As my body shook, it carried through the fingers trapping
her clit.

  Mona let go, collapsing into herself as we turned into one sweating pile. “Yes!”

  Lightning traveled up my shaft. Crying out, I felt myself come unglued. Hot cream filled the void inside her that wasn’t there to begin with.

  Overfilling Mona needed all of two shots. But that didn’t stop her legs from cramming me deeper. Whether it was because she was greedy or grateful, I didn’t give a damn.

  My jaw trembled against hers. As another pull on my ass twitched down her body, I knew I had to make this more than a one-time romp.

  Total exhaustion crashed over me and the world faded to black. No other woman I’d been with so far deserved to even sully her presence.

  I finally made it back to camp. The shadows had already gotten long, so it had to be getting close to dark.

  Scooter turned around from the fire-pit first. “What the hell happened to you? I was starting to get worried.”

  “Long day.”

  He reached into the cooler by his chair, holding a beer with my name on it. “Lose your ass at the casino?”

  “It’s gonna take more than a cold one after all this shit.”

  Scooter pulled the joint from behind his ear. “That bad, huh?”

  “No man, it’ll make me all paranoid.” I wanted to lay out everything that had happened, but even a burnout like Scooter wouldn’t believe what I’d just survived. “I think I’m ready for bed.”

  How much of it was from the drain Mona had put me through didn’t matter. My body was wrecked, sure. But my mind and soul felt like I’d left some part of them behind in that room.

  Turning down the party I kinda needed, I nodded at my tent. “The only thing on my mind right now is my sleeping bag. I’ll tell you about it in the morning.”

  “Fuck!” Scooter grinned like he got it, even though he had no clue. “Do your thing.”

  It was still dark as Mona’s room when I opened my eyes. The sound of embers popping told me the fire hadn’t died yet. Looking at my phone, it was only minutes past eleven.

  Damn it…

  Hours of post-sex coma rests a guy up. I still wanted another hour or seven of sleep, though.

  But if Scooter was still up, maybe the heroic amount of weed he smoked that late would let him put the insanity in perspective. Or at least believe it.

  Unzipping my tent, I looked out and saw the last person I wanted to. Emma was up, but Scooter and Lina were either asleep or somewhere else.

  And of course she saw me before I could duck my head back in. “Hey!”

  “Yo.” I promise I didn’t have anything against the girl. I just wasn’t interested from the start. But courtesy demanded I make bullshit small-talk. “Everyone else passed out?”

  “For a while, yeah.”

  “So what’s your read on this place?” It seemed like an innocent enough question.

  Emma cradled a mug in her hands as I got closer. “There was this weird guy. He called himself Lev. I don’t know what to think of him.”

  It perked my ears up. “If he’s being creepy, tell security. Until then, Scooter and I can keep an eye out.”

  “No, it’s not like that.” Emma smiled at the fire as I sat next to her. “He was just… Different.”

  “Well, maybe you should follow up with him.”

  “He told me that his wife would love to meet me. I don’t know what to make of it.”

  I’d had my own encounter with roving spouses, so I couldn’t fake shock as well as I hoped. “Scooter and Lina should have told us what this place was all about. Not that I’m about to jump into their tent, if that’s the tree they’re barking up.”

  “He knew things about me. Stuff I haven’t told anyone.”

  Oh… “Did he mention his wife’s name?”

  “Ramona. Why?”

  It sealed the freakiness. “Let me guess… He promised his wife wouldn’t get mad.”

  Emma’s cheeks turned redder than the coals smoldering in front of us. “Yeah, actually.”

  “You’re not gonna believe this, but I had a run-in with her.”

  “Try me.” Emma poked a stick at the fire. “There’s no way he could have known about my parents and all their baggage.”

  Compared to what Mona had pointed out with mine… “His wife knew that I’ve got a terminal illness. Top that one.”

  “Lev told me about that. Sorry, I didn’t know.”

  This was getting beyond fucked. “When?”

  “Lina and Scooter weren’t up when I left, but it was around three in the afternoon when he pulled me aside.”

  I’d finally regained consciousness and snuck out of Mona and Lev’s suite about that time. “Did his phone go off at all?”

  “Never. He did talk like he knew you, though.”

  Exactly like Mona had done with this girl. “Let me guess… He invited you for some VIP banquet tomorrow.”

  “At six tomorrow night?”

  What the fuck... “Yep.”

  “Should we go, or pack our things right now?”

  I didn’t know. “If you get the heebie-jeebies, let me know, and we’re out.”

  Emma tried scooting her chair closer without me noticing. “You promise?”

  “Yeah.” This place had already freaked me out, and Scooter hadn’t even dosed me with acid, as far as I knew. But it wouldn’t have been his first time pulling that one. “Something’s off here, or Scooter and Lina lined up one hell of a prank on us.”

  “That’s the thing, though. I’ve know Lina for years. She looked at me like I’d been smoking with her husband all day.”

  Judging by the look in her eyes, Emma wasn’t fucking around. Still, I couldn’t automatically turn down a cheat around my Huntington’s. “We’ll show up, but if anything seems the least bit off, run. I won’t judge.”

  Emma poked the fire one last time. That deep brown in her eyes soothed a little trust into me. “Same here, but I’ve got my own reasons to listen to him.”

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  HAREM WISH

  I turned my key and eased inside. Sitting the bag down by the door, I noticed the giant block in front of my couch.

  Nuh-uh… Turning on the lights and stepping closer confirmed it. It was a block of money too wide to wrap my arms around, and taller than my own six-foot self.

  I couldn’t scramble on top of the couch fast enough. Ones, tens, hundreds… All the denominations were stacked in what looked like equal numbers.

  I whipped my head around to the bag by the door and then back at the block of cash. “I’m not believing this shit. There’s no fucking way.”

  Crack! The floor dropped an inch beneath me. Taking an easy step down from the couch, I knew something was about to happen, even though I still thought it was a dream.

  The pallet of money sagged lower. A few stacks toppled off as I realized what was about to happen.

  “Oh hell!” I dove forward, wiping as many bundles off the top as I could. About four feet by four feet, tall as a man, and solid paper. There was no way the floor couldn’t handle all that weight.

  I felt more pops a split-second before I heard them. Wiping off as many layers as I could, I hoped like it wasn’t futile. My stomach almost cleared my throat.

  Grey dust and pure chaos enveloped all five senses, right down to the taste of copper in my mouth. My feet and ass hit solid ground. Then I felt the tsunami of money pile over me.

  ***

  This totem had to have something to it, and I guessed I had one wish left for the month. “They’re gonna do whatever I say, no matter what.” Wedging the tip in a crack, I picked the statue up and slammed the nail’s head against the counter. It wedged in enough. A few more bashes had it in as much as any other. The fresh gouges in the laminate counter were the last things I was worried about.

  From downstairs, Kylee’s voice rang out, sweet as a Shih-kah-go accent could manage. Which isn’t as exaggerated as people imagine. “I’m ticked, but it is money. And
lots of it.”

  “We know it’s not Nathan’s.”

  Gee, thanks, bitch.

  Kylee’s voice sounded like it was coming from their front door. “C’mon, we’d better check on him.”

  Sierra’s words were clearer than ever. “I can see his ceiling, and it’s not busted, so how in the hell?”

  I hardly ever heard someone coming up the stairs. Before I could stop hyperventilating, fists pounded against my door. My brain froze and I broke into a cold sweat. I didn’t know who to call, what to say, or even if I’d live through the night. Sierra had always seemed like the vicious type of blonde to me.

  ***

  Like my reasoning was little more than a kaleidoscope of stupidity and missing the point, Sierra huffed as she pushed both hands against the mattress. “You haven’t ordered us to do this, even though you could.”

  “I made you suck my dick.”

  “And you didn’t make Kylee here do anything when you realized she was in your bed. Not gonna lie, it was kinda sweet watching you two.”

  I saw the hint of bitch come back to her face, knowing Sierra had heard what I’d said about her. The time for new orders had come. “Both of you,” I locked eyes with Sierra and then with Kylee, “tell me what you’re really after.”

  Kylee let go of me and scrambled out of the covers, sitting on her knees beside Sierra. Answering first, she offered, “I’m not ready to settle down with anyone in particular, and it sounds more fun and rewarding than working at Honkers until I’m too old to do it anymore.”

  Staring knives at Sierra, I asked, “And your excuse?”

  At least when she was honest, Sierra had the kind of bluntness I liked in a person. “I don’t give a damn what you think. I do what gets me paid.”

  “Fine.” I pushed myself up and whipped the covers off. “You two show me what I’m getting. If I like what I see on the test drive, I’ll go for it. Five-thousand more for both of you, either way.”

  With their rent paid for the year with only a day’s effort, they weren’t protesting with their faces. Sierra pushed the issue first, crawling over the bed until she was over Kylee.