Seven Roses: Reverse Harem Romance

by Kelli Callahan

  “Okay, you can put me down now.” I giggled and kicked my feet to get his attention.

  “You don’t tell me what to do.” He started to move his hand up my thigh, pushing my dress until it was around my hips. “You belong to me.”

  “Oh, are you going to treat me like one of your prisoners?” I kicked my feet again, mocking his macho tone.

  “Maybe I will.” He grabbed my panties and pulled them down past my ass. “You just wouldn’t like it very much.” He slapped my ass with a firm swat from his hand.

  “Is that the best you’ve got?” I kicked my feet again.

  “Not by a long shot.” He slapped my ass again, a little harder than the first time. “This is just the beginning.”

  He leaned forward and dropped me on my feet. My ass was tingling from the impact of his hand, but it was kind of exciting. He walked around me in a circle, letting his hands trace my arms and my shoulders. He leaned against me and kissed my neck for a moment before pulling away. His fingers wrapped around my dress and with a quick twist, he tore the shoulder strap off the right side. Before I had a moment to really react, he did the same to the strap on the other side. It fell awkwardly down my upper torso and then he pushed it down my hips until it was on the floor. He circled me again like a lion that was trying to decide what to do with his prey.

  I saw a darkness in his eyes that I hadn’t seen during our date. It was almost intoxicating. The way he looked at me made me tremble with a mixture of confusion and desire. I was so used to the other guys rushing to get what they wanted that I wasn’t sure what to make of Brando. He stepped behind me and put his hand on my bra, pulling against the clasp until the metal broke. It quickly slid down my shoulders and then he landed a hard smack on my ass.

  “Do you have something against my clothes?” I looked back at him.

  “Yeah—they’re still on you.” He took my panties in his grasp. “But not for long.”

  “I’m glad I didn’t buy any of this...” I felt the fabric being stretched and then it was torn away.

  “Enough jokes.” He slapped my ass again and I felt a sting erupt across the surface.

  “Ow...” I danced on my toes for a second.

  “While you’re here with me, you bend to my desires.” He wrapped his hands around me from behind and squeezed my breasts. “You feel what I want you to feel.” He took my right nipple between his fingers and squeezed it.

  “This definitely isn’t what I expected.” I squirmed as his fingers tightened, but I could feel my body reacting to the pain and my pussy was starting to get wet.

  “This is my world.” He pulled a hand away and slapped my ass again. “Pleasure and pain are two sides of a coin that can become synonymous with each other.”

  “What if I don’t like it?” I squirmed again as the sting covered my ass.

  “You’ll learn to crave it.” He released his grip on my nipple and slid his hand down to my pussy, moving his finger against my clitoris.

  His finger started to send torrents of excitement through my body. He kept his finger against my clit as he continued to spank me. A few seconds of pleasure was met with another stinging smack. I wasn’t sure how to react. I had no idea the combination of sensations could be intertwined like they were each time his hand came crashing down on my exposed ass. The vibrations made my pussy quiver and when I started to squirm from the sting, his finger started to grind against my clitoris. I started to moan as the feeling got more intense. I wanted more. The price was worth the reward.

  My hips started to grind, pushing back to greet his hand when he spanked me and then pushing forward to beg for the feeling of his finger against my clit. My pussy got so wet that I could feel the excitement dripping down my thighs. He slid his finger back towards my wetness and penetrated me, pushing his finger deep until it was against my g-spot. A loud moan rushed from my lips.

  “Bend over.” He pushed me forward, keeping his finger deep inside of me.

  He started to spank me faster, bouncing his hand from one side of my ass to the other with a quick methodical pattern. My pussy squeezed on his finger, grinding against him as he moved it in circles around my g-spot. I wasn’t sure any of the other guys could even get their fingers that deep inside of me. Their cocks definitely didn’t keep the same level of focus on it that he did with his finger. It was such a different feeling that I was shaking with anticipation as he continued to spank me.

  I could feel an orgasm building. It was raging inside of me and begging for a release, but the sting of his hand refused to let it escape. Every time his finger got me close, the palm of his hand pushed it out of reach. After several minutes I was practically in tears, feeling the need for the release creating torment that rivaled the feeling of his hand crashing into my exposed ass.

  “I want to cum...” I shifted my hips faster, panting from the desire that was boiling inside of me.

  He’s not going to let me—please, I need it!

  “I could keep you suspended in this moment forever.” He landed his hand on my ass again. “I could torture you, make you beg for punishment just so you could feel the pleasure your body craves.”

  “Please...” I felt a loud moan erupt in my throat. “I need to cum.”

  “What are you going to give me in return?” He pressed his lips to my neck and kissed me before pulling them away. “What is it worth to you?”

  “A...” I bounced on my feet, struggling to speak. “Anything...”

  “Your freedom?” I felt something cold against my wrist and I looked down to see a handcuff against them. “Give your body to me, to use in any way that I want.”

  “Okay!” I squealed, feeling my muscles starting to tense.

  He locked a handcuff on my wrist and then pulled me closer. His finger moved against my g-spot so fast that it was sending currents of non-stop pleasure through my veins. There was no way I could hold back any longer. I sank down with my knees practically buckling as he made my body roar. The orgasm was freed from the constant suspension of pleasure and pain. It didn’t take much to take me to the point of no return and when it began, he kept his finger swirling against my g-spot. My lips were forced open and I just started to shriek as my breath became nothing more than a vessel for survival beneath the release. My pussy spasmed on his finger, but he kept it locked on my g-spot, never giving me a break from the intensity.

  As soon as my orgasm was starting to subside, I felt it building again. There was no way I could stop it. He pulled the orgasm out of me, forcing my body to bend to his will. My second orgasm practically overlapped the first, sending me to a new level of pleasure that made my eyes roll into my skull. I couldn’t see anything but the darkness of bliss, and then the two orgasms finally started to subside.

  “Now your body belongs to me.” He pulled me towards the bed as his finger was removed from my pussy. I was too weak to react.

  Brando scooped me up and placed me on the bed, putting both of my arms over my head. The handcuffs were looped through the wood on the headboard and then I felt it lock around my other wrist. I slowly opened my eyes and watched as he leaned back from the bed. He started to undress, pulling his t-shirt over his head quickly. His muscular torso was wide and adorned with ink. He was bigger than any of the other guys and his muscles practically bulged against his skin.

  I pulled against the handcuffs and smiled. I felt helpless, but I liked the way it felt. My body was his to ravage and take—the thought of it made my pussy tingle again even though he had sapped every ounce of pleasure from within me. He reached for his belt and once it was unfastened, he pulled it free from his pants and tossed it on the floor. His hands went to the button on the front of his jeans and I stared as he started to unfasten them. He pushed them down his thighs and kicked them off, rubbing his cock once it was free from his boxers. He tore open a condom and sheathed his enormous cock before crawling into bed. He lifted my legs, positioning his glans against my pussy.

  “You didn’t have to handcuff m
e to have me.” I shifted my hips until I felt his cock entering me.

  “They aren’t there for me.” He grinned and shook his head. “They’re the only thing that is going to keep you on the bed.”

  “What?” I blinked a couple of times in surprise.

  “I’m going to destroy you.” He started to enter me and with one thrust, he shoved his cock in to the hilt.

  “Oh my god!” My eyes opened wide as he stretched me out, using the lubrication from my orgasm to saturate his path.

  Brando was a beast. He didn’t go slow or try to let me adjust. He buried himself inside of me and immediately started to thrust. He pulled me against his hips until I was suspended on the bed against his powerful thighs, bent at the waist as I rested on them. His hands were so gigantic that they wrapped around my waist and almost touched at the small of my back. He started to thrust and it was violent—it sent me careening towards the ceiling each time. The handcuffs were pulled tight and collided against the wood every time he sent my body soaring with one of his powerful thrusts. The grip on my waist kept me from being sent into the wall when he pounded his cock deep into my pussy. I had never felt such raw passion.

  He fucked me so hard it felt like he could shatter my pelvis if he kept up the destructive thrusts. He didn’t just like it rough, he seemed to want to feel me break into pieces in his hands. My body was thrown around the bed so much that the covers bunched up underneath me and the sheets started to untuck from the edge of the bed. The way he hammered my g-spot made me want to scream with pleasure.

  “Don’t stop...” My words escaped my lips through moans. “It feels so good!”

  Nothing in the world seemed to matter except the collision of our bodies and the brief moment of bliss I felt before he was hammering himself into me again. My arms stretched out and the handcuffs slammed into the top of the headboard. My wrists ached, but the pleasure overwhelmed any sense of pain they could have caused. I braced myself against the headboard but it wasn’t enough. He was like a monster consuming the prey he had taken to the point of dominance. His cock impaled me on a pike of torment that mixed with every sensation of pleasure I had ever imagined. I could feel his cock surging with energy. The reaction inside of me was just as strong. He roared and grunted with every muscle tightening.

  My body started to convulse as it was suspending on his cock. I was going to cum and it wasn’t going to be anything like my previous ones. I started to shake and quiver on his cock, feeling my pussy spasm. He hammered his length deep and I felt cum surging through his shaft. He exploded inside of me, making the condom swell with his load while I squealed in pleasure against him. Our bodies started to relax as the sensations passed and he sat back on the bed.

  “I’m glad you didn’t invite anyone else...” My words were weak. “I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

  “You’ll handle this and a whole lot more.” He shifted himself until he was seated on the bed. “I’m going to be back for more—again and again.”

  “Tonight?” I looked over at him.

  “All night.” He picked his pants and reached into the pocket, pulling out a roll of condoms. “All fucking night—you won’t be sleeping at all.”

  “Fuck...” I sank into the mattress.

  I think he’s serious.

  Chapter 14: Adrian

  It was hard to sleep with all of the noise coming from Lyn’s room. If every guy except Brando wasn’t accounted for, I would have probably thought she was having a go at the whole house. Every time it seemed like they were done, the headboard would start slamming into the wall again. Brando was clearly a beast. I wondered if there would be anything left of Lyn by the time our date actually began.

  I was starting to question if I could really handle the arrangement. With each day that passed and each date that Lyn went on, it seemed like she was getting closer to actually agreeing to it.

  I had been fairly certain she would have sex with Markus. I had wrapped my arms around enough virgins to know the look of one that was face to face with a celebrity. When I was the biggest television star in America, I certainly had my fair share of church girls ready to give it up for the first time they met the guy that creamed their panties when they were alone in their bed.

  Things had dried up once I wasn’t on television every week, but there was always some second-class actress trying to revitalize her career by being seen in public with me. It never lasted. Some of the dates weren’t even real—it was just a show for the cameras and the tabloids.

  “Do you have everything ready for your date tonight?” Charles walked into the room and leaned against the wall.

  “Yeah, I guess so.” I shrugged and looked down at my phone.

  “I know you’re not convinced that this arrangement can work. Your body language is worse than Anders.” He let out a sigh. “I wish you would give it a chance.”

  “I haven’t said no, but come on, Charles. This is all for publicity, right? I’m the king of controversy. I know how Hollywood works. This is just a stunt to get the websites grinding away with the story you’re planning to feed them.” I looked up from my phone. “I make my living doing shit like this every day.”

  “No—I mean, it will be quite the story, but my motives are true. I don’t know how you’ve managed to spend so much time in the spotlight. I’m tired of it. This has been building for a while. I took my job as the host of Seven Roses because it was a good opportunity. I never expected to end up running the whole thing.” He shook his head back and forth. “When I was interviewing Lyn for her spot, something inside of me snapped—I started to feel like nothing more than a pimp.”

  “Well, you are...” I chuckled. “None of the relationships you put together last. You feed the tabloids gossip, just like I do. You give them something to report and then that echoes through the rest of your endeavors. It’s the life we lead.”

  “I know the relationships don’t last. I put a girl with a guy, give them a shot at happiness, and then wait until it all comes crashing down. The cycle repeats—again and again—it’s fucking exhausting.” He let out another long sigh. “I chose you for Seven Roses because I thought you could relate to that.”

  “I can.” I nodded in agreement. “I don’t like being nothing more than a cover boy for some tired actress who needs to make headlines by being the latest girl to bang a former teenage heartthrob. That doesn’t mean I buy into this shit, though.”

  “Lyn deserves better than Seven Roses. Do you know what she told me she wanted?” He walked over and started to pour a glass of Scotch.

  “I have no fucking idea.” I shrugged. “A guy with a big dick?”

  “All she wanted was a nice guy.” He lifted the glass to his lips. “Guess what—the kind of guy she’s looking for? They don’t exist. They’re inside of all of us, but can one guy be that kind of man for her? John—maybe? He’s the best shot.”

  “What about Anders, he got a perfect match.” I raised my eyebrows. “Surely he’s the kind of guy she wants.”

  “Nothing about that sits right with me.” He sipped his Scotch again. “I believe what she’s looking for is inside of all of us, but we’re just too foolish to see it.”

  “You really are serious.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You think we could somehow come together to make the perfect man for her...”

  “I do. I’m being straight with you. I wasn’t sure what to expect when I set this up, but after seeing how she has reacted, I’m more convinced than ever.” He finished his drink and put it next to the bottle. “Just keep an open mind.”

  THE ORIGINAL PLAN I had for a date with Lyn was to take her to a red carpet premiere and show her how good it was to be seen with me. After talking with Charles, I started to regret that idea. Lyn deserved more than that. She deserved more than tabloid fame and a publicity stunt to get more people to watch the show. I wanted to be better than the man I had let myself become in the pages of the newspapers. Lyn was definitely a shot at that. She was a chance to find th
e kind of companionship I needed while letting the life I had turned into fade away. That was worth more than a cheap plug in a magazine—that was a true shot at happiness.

  I called a meeting in the living room with all of the other guys and laid out a new plan that involved everyone except for Charles and Anders. It wouldn’t be fair to bring them into it until they had a date with Lyn of their own, but I wanted to give her one hell of an amazing date. I wasn’t competing with anyone else. We were all trying to succeed at the same goal. For the first time in a very long time, I felt like I had a sense of direction and the chance at becoming part of a family. When Lyn walked down the stairs for our date, I was ready to show her that she was everything I wanted.

  “That’s a very beautiful dress.” My eyes drifted up and down her gorgeous green gown, pausing to admire the curve in her hips and her voluptuous breasts pressed against the fabric.

  “You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Tuxedo.” She grinned and took my arm. “Where are we going?”

  “Somewhere special.” I let my hand rest on her fingers as we walked towards the car.

  It was time to pamper our princess. She didn’t need to see the red carpet or wander in the majesty of celebrity, she needed to be shown exactly how good life could be if she was with us full time. I was ready to make the commitment. I was ready to show Lyn that there was a good guy lingering inside all of the men she had dated, and one she hadn’t—me.

  It had been a long time since I actually put effort into a date. I was used to stumbling drunk out of a limousine and letting the paparazzi guide the evening. We got into the car and I immediately popped the cork on a bottle of champagne. Lyn was resistant at first, but once I had a glass, she decided to loosen up and have one of her own.