The Harem

Chapter Four-3

“Sorry to cut this short,” J said, kissing the side of my cheek.

“Wait,” I said, before he turned away to get dressed.

I looked once more at his massive erection, which had just given me so much pleasure. I noticed a few drops of fluid, slipping out of the slit at the tip of his p***s. I knelt before him and sucked out the drops, sneaking a little taste of my Sheik.

“Mmmm,” Master J moaned.

At least I made him growl a little. J looked like he was about to burst. I felt a little selfish not trying harder to give him the release he deserved after he showered me with so much attention. Lurch’s voice sounded once more over the intercom.

“Mr. Jeremy, two young ladies are waiting…”

J pulled away quickly, slipping on his robe along with silk boxers and a pair of workout pants he pulled out of a closet. He pressed a button near the dimmer switch on the wall and spoke into a small built in speaker.

“Coming, Billingsley”

I watched while J tried to corral his uncooperative member into submission. He tied the sash of his robe around him tightly, making himself look like a younger, prettier and way more muscular version of Hugh Heffner.

“That’s smart, J. If they see that monster uncoiled before they sign the contract, you’ll have them running home crying to their parents. You split me in half with that thing.”

From a small dresser J took out a glass bottle and slapped on some musky cologne, though he still smelled strongly like s*x.

“Did I? I’m terribly sorry, Sapphire. Perhaps I was a trifle out of control in our session. Those n****e rings you wear make me feel a little crazy. I apologize if I was too rough with you. Are you feeling sore?”

“I’m fine, J. You were awesome in bed. I was just kidding. Lighten up.”

“But I saw you rubbing your wrists earlier. Tell me the truth now. I need to know. Were the handcuffs hurting your skin, Sapphire? Did I cuff you too tightly?”

“A little. But they feel fine now. Really, J. You worry too much. I have a rather high tolerance for pain, in case you haven’t noticed.”

I put my thumbs through my n****e rings and tugged them in his direction. I know he had to go, but I couldn’t stop flirting with him. He gazed at me with those cold hungry dead eyes of his, like a tiger in a cage. He spoke a little more severely to me just then, with a deeper cadence to his voice.

“If you chose to remain in my Harem, Sapphire, before we take our relationship to the next level, we need to have an open and honest discussion about building trust between us and establishing a pain threshold that I may not go beyond. This will include choosing a safe word for you. That is, of course, if you decide to come back next Friday.”

The way J looked at me with such a commanding seriousness sent a shiver up and down my spine, with goose bumps, more tummy flips, and a feeling of warmth and moisture between my slightly opened thighs. Man, this guy was not kidding around. “Take the relationship to the next level”, “pain threshold”, “safe word”… His words were making me feel dizzy, and excited. He was beginning to have this powerful effect upon me. Could J become my new drug of choice?

He escorted me out of the little forbidden room, but not before I took a quick peek at all the assorted jazz in there. I caught a glimpse of this huge X-shaped cross, a long table with cuff restraints and some kind of pulley system on the ceiling with ropes dangling from it. Before the door shut I saw the two metal O-rings attached side by side to the black brick wall above the wedge he had just screwed me upon, which I assumed was where my wrists were cuffed. Yeah, he was into B and D. I never thought I would be, but I guess I am too now, both the B and the D part. I liked the feeling of not being unable to move while he rammed himself into me, as hard as he wanted. Most guys are so wishy-washy and touchy-feely with me, but not Master J. I think I’ll stick around to find out what this next level is all about. I decided to come back to the Harem next Friday, right then and there. You know, I’m fine with it; it’s no big deal really, as long as we’re talking whips, chains and n****e clamps, and not engagement rings. You never know with that guy. And with a little blow thrown into the deal, I’ll be an extra good girl. I’ll have to talk to Santa about that.

J noticed me lick my lips as we walked down the hallway.

“Come. Let me pour you a nice glass of wine…”

As he escorted me down through his home, he held my hand. For some reason I felt uncomfortable with the casual physical contact, but I resisted the urge to pull my hand away. The silence made me uncomfortable.

“Hey J, if you don’t mind my asking… how old are you?”

“Oh God. I was hoping you wouldn’t—”

“I know you’re older than me, but I don’t care. Don’t worry about it, you look great to me, you’re in wonderful shape. Come on. I’m twenty three. How old are you, J? Tell me the truth…”

“I’m thirty four… Is that a problem? The age difference?”

“It depends on the quality of your wine.”

“Then I’m in luck. It’s a French Bordeaux. I buy it by the case. Let me pour you a glass.”

We passed by an open door where I saw two more sluts waiting in what looked like a massive library. He led me through a door and into an ornate living room he had decorated to look like a sheik’s parlor. It had everything except a hookah and pot-bellied rich Lords, tearing chicken off the bone with their yellow, chipped teeth. There were comfy couches, fluffy pillows and a banquet table filled with delectable treats. J poured out two glasses of red wine. He sloshed his around in the glass and sniffed it like a connoisseur, before taking a sip. I immediately took a swig of mine and it went down smooth.

“You like, Sapphire?”

“Nice, but do you have anything a little stronger, boss?”

“Stronger?”

“Do I have to spell it out for you?”

J gave me a confused look, so I whispered into his ear, in my most seductive voice, “I’m a coke w***e, J…”

“Really?”

I nodded my head. J set his glass of wine down and gave me a concerned look.

“Be careful with that drug Sapphire. It’s highly addictive. It can speed up the heart rate, create difficulty breathing, causes seizures, strokes, it could even kill you Sapphire. I’d be upset if anything ever happened to you.”

The tender way he looked at me made me nervous. I took a swallow of wine.

“Thanks for the medical advice, but if you want my ass bent over that wedge next Friday, you’ve got to provide something more than these crumpets and cakes. Have you ever thrown an actual party, J?”

“No, not really.”

“I didn’t think so.”

I finished my glass, poured another and sat down on the couch, petulantly crossing my legs and staring back up at him. There was a long silence in the room. I was getting cranky and needed a hit. Our first fight…

“I get the feeling you won’t be staying for the night, Sapphire.”

“I don’t do sleepovers J, sorry.”

“May I call you during the week? I’m not sure I can wait until next Friday to see you again.”

“You don’t have my phone number.”

“301-453-3798.”

“Hey! How did you—”

“I didn’t think you’d give it to me, so I snuck in while you were in the shower and got the number out of your cell phone from the pocket of your jeans.”

“You sneaky bastard! That’s invasion of privacy!”

“I know. And you can’t sue me, you signed the contract, remember?”

“Smart boy.”

“I need to see you midweek. I won’t take no for an answer.”

“I’m busy with my classes.”

“You can study over here; say every Tuesday or Wednesday night. Whichever you prefer.”

“Oh I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to catch up on my ‘studying’ here.”

“I promise I’ll leave you alone. You can work in the library. My home is your home now, Sapphire. What do you say?”

“We’ll see. Bring something stronger next time, J. It’s supposed to be a party.”

“We’ll see, Sapphire. Have a bite to eat. You’re too skinny.”

J took another sip of his glass of wine, kissed me on the cheek and left for his next appointment.

I felt bad about our little snit at the end. Sorry, J. But this girl needs her fix.

So, dear diary, that’s the news from the Rockville Harem. Once I’ve got something juicy to write about, I’ll add more later...