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Billion Dollar Harem	By : Mal Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 340408 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, it did NOT happen. I do NOT know, nor have I ever met any of the celebrities who are portrayed in this story. I don't condone any actions contained here in, and I make no money from its distribution.

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Disclaimer:
The following is a work of fiction. It is not, in any way, intended to reflect reality. It is purely a fantasy originating in the deepest recesses of my mind. While real people do appear in this work, I, the writer of this work, in no way wish to see these individuals actually put in any situation contained therein. Furthermore, I do not, in any way, shape, or form, condone rape, kidnapping, violence, or any of the other questionable acts that appear herein. This work is not intended to endorse or condone anyone who would perform such vile acts. Anyone who would do any such a thing to a real-life person deserves punishments reserved only for those in the deepest circle of hell. In addition, I do not know, nor have I ever met Emma Watson, Margot Robbie, Taylor Swift, Bella Thorne, Chloe Moretz, Felicity Jones, Cara Delevingne, Dove Cameron or Ariana Grande. The versions of them that appear in this story are fictional and purely based on their celebrity persona. I apologize if that offends you. My intention is only to entertain. Finally, I make no money from the distribution of this work.
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Story Codes: MF Fingering Voy
Day: 36 (11p.m.)
Alex watched as Felicity Jones walked across the floor between her hallway door and the couch that he and Cara Delevingne currently occupied. She looked hesitant, her legs shaky, her cheeks flush with embarrassment and there were tears in her beautiful green eyes. Their gazes met, if only for a moment, before she looked to the floor in shame.
“Fuck…” Cara sighed in pleasure, drawing Alex’s attention away from Ms. Jones. He looked up at the gorgeous former supermodel, his stare consuming her body. She had a sleek, black cloth covering her eyes, she bit her lip, and her perky tits swayed as she slowly bounced up and down on his cock. Her feet were propped up on his knees, her arms wrapped around his neck as she did all the work, gradually fucking herself toward orgasm.
Alex took a deep breath, using all his willpower to keep his arms at his side and to just let her continue to work. Felicity, he noticed, took a seat not far from them. She pulled her new, dark blue tee shirt over her head as she sat, leaned back into the sofa and slid her shorts down her legs. Her eyes were now fixed on Cara’s ass, or, more specifically, on his dick as it vanished and reappeared from view.
The raven-haired Brit spread her legs as one hand dipped between her thighs, while the other went up to gently squeeze one of her perky tits in a tender grasp. Felicity’s pretty, pink pussy was splayed open and was clean-shaven, save for a dark, lush landing strip of thick, black pubic hair. Her fingers trailed through it, furling the soft, dark hairs, before pressing against her clit.
She let loose a soft moan as she began to gently rub her twat. Her eyes fixed on the point of contact between Cara and him. Biting her lip, she began to stroke her clit, her cheeks flushing red as she took a quick glance into Alex’s eyes. Her eyes then darted back to the action as she pinched her nipple and tried to ignore her master.
Alex grinned as she looked away. She was embarrassed but was also clearly into what she was seeing. He gave Cara’s ass a playful swat, the signal they had worked out, so she would know Felicity was watching. “Come on,” he said playfully, “you can do better than that.”
The nubile blonde arched her back, moaning loudly in ecstasy. “Fuck, Master, your dick is amazing.” She then leaned against him, pressing her perky tits with erect nipples to his chest and kissed him. It was hot and deep, her tongue sliding past his lips as she continued to fuck herself on his cock.
Slowly, she fucked herself, gaining momentum with each downward thrust. Cara was now rubbing herself against Alex and moaning loudly as her bouncing became nearly frenzied. Alex restrained himself, continuing to let her do all the work because he thought it would turn Felicity on, or at least show her that he was capable of restraint. It wasn’t easy though, Cara’s pussy was amazingly tight and, as she bounced, gaining speed and rhythm, it began to clinch and spasm around his aching prick.
“Fucking hell, Master, I’m gonna cum!” Cara’s back arched, her muscles going rigid. She flung her head back, sending her dark, blonde hair cascading though the air. A long, low moan of ecstasy followed as her hot, wet fuck sleeve shuddered in orgasm.
Alex mustered his willpower. He was saving himself for pleasuring the Brit across from him, who was fingering her twat, and so fought against his own orgasm. The nubile blonde pressed her body against his again as she came down from the heights of pleasure. “Please don’t stop, Master,” she whispered just loud enough that Felicity could hear, “I need more of you.”
Alex again looked at Felicity. The raven haired, green eyed, goddess had two fingers in her cunt, was working them back and forth as fingers from her other hand gently rubbed her clit in a slow circle. He could see her subtly pressing her hips forward, urging her digits deeper inside. Her eyes met his, she bit her lip, cheeks flushing red. He gave Cara’s ass another playful swat, and, maintaining eye contact, he said, “why don’t you tell me how you want it?”
Felicity moaned softly, her eyes closing in bliss as she continued working her fingers. Alex could see her imagining herself as Cara and being given the choice of how she wanted to be fucked. She mouthed something, a request, but Alex couldn’t quite make it out as Cara kissed him and whispered, “on my knees, hard and rough.”
It was all part of the plan, of course. Alex wanted Felicity to see that some people liked hard nasty sex and that choice was a real thing down here. “Of course,” he said softly, still staring into Felicity’s eyes, “whatever you want.” He moved to the floor, Cara still in his lap. He urged her to turn around and maneuvered her to kneel almost directly in front of the masturbating Brit. He then knelt behind her, gently took her hips in either hand, and slid his still rock-hard dick back into Cara’s hot, slick love tunnel.
Alex began to thrust, gently at first, but built momentum, though he never took his eyes from Felicity. She looked away as he began, her cheeks flushing red. But, as he continued to stare and work himself inside Cara, Felicity slowly seemed turned on by his gaze. She bit her lip, her fingers still rubbing and prodding away, and instead of embarrassment in her eyes, Alex saw only arousal. She gave him one of those cute, shy little grins as she chewed on her lip and stroked her clit.
Alex felt his cock solidify inside Cara. It may have been the blonde’s body, but it was Felicity’s gaze doing all the work. There was something about her watching him and knowing that she was getting off on seeing him fuck Cara with all his might. That despite her reservations and protests, Felicity was turned on and deep down inside that she wanted to be in the blonde’s place right now, on her knees taking his cock. Seeing that lust hiding just beneath the surface of her shy, reluctant eyes really turned Alex on.
Felicity, for once, didn’t break her gaze with the man who styled himself her master. She watched as he held tight to Cara’s thighs and drove his, admittedly, very large manhood into her again and again. Under his gaze, she felt herself flush with arousal. Some part of her knew that it was from watching them, but deep down, she knew she would trade places with the blonde in a heartbeat.
She moaned softly, trying to keep quiet enough that Cara wouldn’t hear, embarrassed to think what the other girl would think of her. But, as ashamed as she might be at the thought of being discovered, it didn’t diminish her efforts to get off on what she was seeing, what she was feeling. If there had been time to think about it, she would have been disgusted at these feelings, her desire to fuck her captor, the man who’d raped her. But, that wasn’t where her mind was right now. All she could see, all she could feel right now was the intensity of his gaze, the strain in his muscles as fought to pleasure the girl between them, the sweat rolling down his manly chest.
Her fingers stroked inward, delving as deeply as she was able to drive them, simultaneously, she rolled her clit. A gasp escaped her lips as she bucked in orgasm. Her cheeks turned red in embarrassment, but she couldn’t abate her fingers. Even as he gave Cara’s ass a solid slap to try and conceal her slip, she continued working her digits at a furious pace.
Alex gave the blonde Brit’s ass a sharp slap as he increased the tempo, hoping that it might cover up Felicity’s little gasp, or at least distract the girl from whom she was trying to hide. Cara moaned loudly as her master doubled his intensity, driving his huge prick into her with a whole new vigor. His grip on her hips strengthened and began to fuck her with all his vigor, yanking her body back into his again and again.
Cara got into it. She used her hands, pressed against the floor, to propel herself backward as Alex thrust forward. “Fuck, Master, your cock is so amazing!” Cara moaned, tossing her head back, sending her hair over her shoulder. “Pull my hair, you fucking prat!”
The sound of hot, wet bodies slapping together filled the room as Felicity’s back arched in pleasure. Her two slender digits worked in and out of her pussy while those from her other hand rubbed her clit in a viscous circle. She bit her lip hard to keep from moaning too loudly. It might have been an illusion, even she realized it to some degree, but that didn’t mean she wanted Cara hearing her. She couldn’t explain it, but somehow the thought of the others knowing she’d given in to this place, to him, was terribly embarrassing.
Even that thought was not enough to stop the tide of orgasm though. She pressed her hips forward, drove her fingers home as thick girl cum sloshed from her hole. Her hips bucked, her body went tense as she had a hard, Earth shattering orgasm from watching the two lovers fuck like beasts.
Alex grinned, reaching forward to wind a thick strand of Cara’s hair around his wrist. He gave it a hard yank as he watched Felicity bucking against her hand. With his other hand, he gave the slender blonde’s ass another healthy whack and continued to pummel her pussy with fast, hard thrusts. Her cunt clamped down around his cock with the blow and she began to shudder in orgasm. Hot girl cum sprayed from her twat but both kept up the furious pace.
Using her hair like a bridle, Alex slammed into her hot fuck sleeve again and again. “Pound my little pussy… Fuck,” Cara screamed, as she bucked and moaned like a whore. Each time his cock drove into her, her whole body would shake all over and it didn’t take long after for her to lose all control. Alex had to muster all his willpower not to blow his load inside her spasming body while maintaining the hard pounding that he hoped was selling his love making to Felicity. After two intense orgasms, the blonde slumped against him, going nearly limp in exhaustion. Alex gently released her, she was spent, and collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath.
Felicity stared wide eyed at the nearly catatonic Cara Delevingne. The slender blonde was lying prone on the floor, unable to move. All she could do was desperately gasp for breath. It was clear she’d just had orgasms so intense that Felicity couldn’t begin to imagine, let alone ever experienced.
Alex rose up off the floor. His eyes locked onto Felicity’s as they slowly rose from Cara’s prone form. She looked away, her cheeks turning red, but with that cute, little, shy grin that he knew meant she was secretly into it. He lifted her from the couch and carried her in his arms toward her room, his cock aching for release. “What about Cara?” she asked quietly as he strode from the room.
“She’ll get back to her room just fine,” he whispered.
“Ok,” she responded softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and melting into his embrace. She softly kissed and sucked on his neck as they left the main dorm.
Alex pulled the doors closed behind him and set her down on the bed. His cock was rock hard and still dripping in Cara Delevingne’s pussy juice. Felicity’s eyes were glued to it as she settled back against the pillows. “So,” Alex said as seductively as he could, “how do you want me?”
“Can we?” she said timidly, “just do it the…normal way.”
Alex laughed, sliding onto the bed. “Normal…ok.” He crawled toward her, stalking his prey. Felicity laughed, a nervous but excited gleam in her eyes as he slid between her legs. He smiled down on her, smoothing a few stray stands of hair from her face. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he said tenderly.
Felicity returned the smile, shy and nervous, and there were tears welling in her eyes. Alex couldn’t tell if she was excited or sad, probably both, but there was also resolve in her gaze and she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his face close to hers. “Just be gentle with me,” she sighed, kissing him. Her mouth opened to accept his tongue as he gently pushed his cock into her wet, eager hole.
She was ready for him. Her pussy, already warmed up from her earlier work, was hot and wet. She groaned into his mouth as he slid his cock balls deep inside her. Cradling Alex’s body against her, Felicity wrapped her arms around his neck, continuing to kiss him as he took his first slow, gentle strokes back and forth.
Perhaps it was the brutal welcome she’d received, or the fact that Alex had just given Cara a good hard fuck, but Felicity wanted it soft, gentle, and he wanted to give it to her just like that. So, Alex wrapped one arm around her neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss. The other firmly gripped her thigh, helping to hold her leg around his waist as he took long, slow thrusts in and out. He worked his prick all the way into Felicity’s tight, willing pussy, before sliding it back, nearly free of her love tunnel.
The sultry raven-haired Brit moaned deeply into his mouth as he firmly pushed his hips forward, pressing his cock all the way back inside her. “Your cock is exquisite,” she whispered, pulling back to look into his eyes. There was a tenderness in his eyes that she’d never seen there before. He wanted to please her, to make her happy, in his own weird way. She could see it there hiding behind the intensity of his steely gaze. In that moment, she wanted him, she wanted to be pleased to be loved. Biting her lip and trying desperately not to break eye contact, she used her legs to hold him against her as they began to slowly rock back and forth.
Soon, Felicity was helping him along. Using her legs, she cradled Alex’s body against her and began to urge him forward and deeper inside as the pace of his thrusting increased. She gripped his back, holding him tight against her and moaned deeply: “I can’t believe how good this feels.” She held onto him as his pace increased, panting and bucking against him. A moment later, she whispered, almost imperceptibly, “harder.”
Alex started slowly, he didn’t want to scare her by going too hard, too fast. Holding her thigh, he went into more of a crouch, gaining purchase on his knees, as he quickened the pace, increasing the intensity of each stroke until he was fervently thrusting inside her. He drove his cock deep into Felicity as he slammed into her again and again.
He raised up off her body just enough to look down on her face. Her beautiful green eyes were rolling in her head as the throes of ecstasy drew near. He felt her body grow tense, her legs clamped down on his back, urging him onward, but also holding him close. She held his back, he could feel her nails digging in, desperate to keep him near. “Fuck, Felicity…” Alex groaned, gritting his teeth to keep up the fevered pace.
She looked up into his eyes as he said her name, recognition and bliss in her gaze. Sweat trickled down her brow as their hips continued to collide into one another. “Master…” she breathed just as a spasm of pure ecstasy rocked her body. Felicity’s whole body went rigid, she lost all control of herself. Her legs fell to the sides of Alex’s body, splayed open, inviting him to continue the hard, deep pounding he was giving her.
It was the first time she’d called him master that didn’t seem forced or bitter. Like she’d finally accepted her fate, her position. The word drove him onward and harder.
Felicity was cumming hard. Alex was having trouble holding back but wanted to make sure he gave it to her like she’d never had it before. He rose up off her, gripped her thighs and continued slamming his cock into her. Sweat covered his chest and rolled down his back, his leg muscles began to burn, but he continued the breakneck pace and the hard, intense pounding.
She looked so gorgeous caught up in the moment, cute pants and gasps escaped her lips as she tried to breathe. Her perky boobs bounced on her chest, sweat trickled down her stomach, and her eyes rolled up into her head. Hot, thick girl cum was squirting from her cunt with each thrust of his hips. The sight of Felicity Jones, formerly so reluctant, having an explosive orgasm on his cock, the feeling of her spasming fuck sleeve shuttering uncontrollably and, most of all, the knowledge that she was now his, forever, sent him over the edge.
With a grunt of pleasure, Alex exploded inside her. He braced himself against her stomach, continuing to thrust at a hard, rapid pace as he pumped load after load of hot, sticky cum into her still spasming cunt.
Felicity, meanwhile, continued to orgasm. Her head bounced back and forth with each of Alex’s vigorous thrusts. Her pussy shuddered over and over as she finally gave into her base desire and to the man she now recognized as Master. “Oh, my god!” she cried out as the third powerful orgasm rocked through her.
Alex continued working himself inside her, falling forward against her chest and cupping her face with his hands. She looked up at him in near reverence as she again wrapped her legs around his waist. They kissed as Alex’s pace slowly ground to a halt after he pumped the last of his seed into her.
Felicity opened her mouth, breathing deep, to accept his soft, gentle kiss as she again cradled Alex close. She ran her hands through his short brown hair, reveling in the closeness of his firm masculine body, in his scent and strength, and losing herself as post-coital endorphins rushed to her brain. She didn’t know how she would feel about him tomorrow, but right now she didn’t care.
Their soft kissing and gentle cuddling lasted till well after midnight. Alex held her close, spooning her from behind as she came down from her orgasmic high. They didn’t speak, but he felt her relax against him, curling her back to the form of his chest. She whispered something contentedly and a short while later fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Alex carefully disentangled himself from her. He rose from the bed and went back out into the main dorm. Cara was gone, it was doubtful she’d fallen asleep at all. He’d arranged for her doors to be unlocked so that she could return to her cell on her own and, doubtless, that’s where she was. He retrieved his pants and, from the floor by the couch, pulled them on, and stepped into his slippers. He then picked up Felicity’s clothes from where she’d left them and took them back to her room. She was there, snoozing away peacefully when he returned. He placed the clothes on the chair, gave her a soft kiss on the forehead and returned to his quarters. Then, after a shower, went to bed. He had a long day planned for tomorrow and needed a few hours of sleep.
                                                                        ***
Day 37 (7 a.m.)
Alex stepped from the elevator into his room. He was dressed to a T in a slick, black Armani suit with a dark red dress shirt, and an even darker red tie. His normally tousled brown hair was slicked back, and his shoes were Berluti that matched his shirt. In his hands, he carried a box in dark red and black wrappings and a dozen fresh roses flown in with last night’s new guests.
Following him as he left the elevator was Ukuza who was carrying a lavish, covered, silver serving tray. They walked through his suite, Alex’s two thousand-dollar shoes ringing out on the stone floor as they exited and turned toward the VIP area. They took long, purposeful strides through the lounge before coming to a stop outside the doors to Emma Watson’s suite.
Alex pressed his thumb to the entry panel and very quietly stepped into the darkened room. He could hear the soft, deep breathing of her sleep and directed Ukuza to place the platter on the small table near the door where he had just sat down his two parcels. The big guard put it down and then, with a nod of respect and a wolfish grin left his boss, pulling the door closed softly behind him.
The room was dark, but the soft glow of a small lamp cast a dim light. Alex used it to negotiate his way over to Emma’s bed. He pulled the thin, lacy curtains aside and took a seat next to her sleeping form. Emotions filled him. Last time he’d been here, they’d had a viscous fight. He was having trouble dealing with how he felt. He’d missed her more than he cared to admit and felt bad for what he’d put her through this last week. But also, he had to be strong to show her that he meant what he’d said about lying to him.
Emma’s eyes fluttered open when Alex sat down. He smiled down at her in that moment where sleepiness had her questioning what was going on. “Happy Birthday,” he said softly.
It took her a moment for the haze of sleep to be replaced with cogence. She smiled back at him in that moment. But as realization dawned, she sat up excitedly, throwing herself into his arms. “Master!” she said clutching him. “I missed you so much!” Then she began kissing him, his lips, his cheeks and neck. “I didn’t think you’d come!”
Alex laughed, squeezing her tight. “Of course. I couldn’t miss this.”
“Oh, thank you.” She pulled back to gaze into his eyes. “Thank you, thank you!” She was beaming, her radiant smile lighting up the whole room. Her eyes then took in his attire. “So snazzy. Sexy. You dressed up for me?”
Alex laughed, letting her answer her own question. “I’ve brought you breakfast,” he said with a grin. “Would you like some?”
“Ok.”
“Sit tight, I’ll fetch it.” Emma sat up and settled back in the bed while Alex brought over the tray and the flowers.
“For me?” she said, taking the flowers and giving them a deep sniff.
“Yes. I’ll bring down a vase for them later today. In the meantime, I’ve got a big day planned for us. Starting,” he said as he flourished the lid from the silver platter, “with fresh fruit, yogurt, granola and juice. All of your favorites.”
“Mmmmm” she said, her eyes glinting with joy.
Alex settled in next to her while she ate. They discussed the current issues in the harem. Margot had been filling her in day to day, but she didn’t have all the information that Alex had. He offered it to her freely making sure she understood that from here on out he expected them to be partners in running things.
Emma had a few thoughts and suggestions about the ‘love square’ between Taylor, Margot, Cara and Bella, as well as thoughts on dealing with Chloe and expressed her happiness that Felicity seemed to be coming around at long last. Finally, he told her about Taylor, her promotion to level four, and her reaction to the gifts he’d given her yesterday.
“I think I overwhelmed her. Reminded her too much of her old life. I thought about punishing her. But she wouldn’t exactly be the first of my girls to slap me when the pressures of life down here started getting to them.” Alex smiled when Emma looked down at the tray on her lap, ashamed of the time she’d lashed out at him in anger. He took her hands, “I know life down here is rough. But, Taylor was making great strides and I don’t want my reaction to cause a regression.”
Emma smiled up at him, setting the tray off to the side and sliding into his lap. “You want my opinion?”
Alex returned the smile. “Very much so.” He gave her a gentle squeeze and added, “I sent Margot there to talk with her last night, but all that accomplished was them having sex.”
Emma pulled away, looking up at him in shock. Alex thought he saw a gleam of jealousy in her eyes. “They had sex?” she asked, surprise evident in her voice.
Alex nodded, fighting the urge to grin. “I guess they bonded a little at the pool party. Anyway, Taylor told her afterwards that she felt the need to take control of something and that’s why she did it.
Although she was surprised, shocked, and even a little angry, Emma did her best to reign in her emotions. “Well, I think punishing her would be a mistake. At least assuming you want her to return to the way she was before your fight.”
“Time, then?” Alex asked, reaching up as he did to gently stroke the side of her face. She looked so beautiful, even after just waking up and wearing no makeup.
“Maybe give her another day,” Emma added, smiling shyly at her master’s attentive gaze.
“And the ultimatum?”
“You gave her till today?”
“Yesterday. Given how she reacted, I figured it was appropriate to give her another day to think about it.”
“Well, maybe show up close to midnight tonight. That gives her almost all day to deal, and you’re still enforcing your decree.”
“You’re so smart.” He said, pulling her closer to his chest. “And beautiful,” he added as she leaned her head against him. Her thoughts had mirrored his own, but he wanted to compliment her and encourage her to think like he did. He thought this response would do just that.
They sat like that, holding one another while leaning against Emma’s headboard for several long minutes, each reveling in the warmth of the other. “Alex,” Emma whispered a short while later.
“Yeah,” he answered, looking down on her. It was the first time she’d addressed him by name to his face. Alex felt a tingle run down his spine as a wave of love and affection rushed through his body.
“I love you.” She looked up at him, appearing shy and vulnerable. It was a face she never showed anyone down here but him. She smiled, nervous that he might not return the feeling and bit her lip in consternation, awaiting his reply.
Alex couldn’t help but smile. He brushed her cheek softly, leaning down as he did to gently kiss her lips. She returned his kiss with tender devotion. They both felt the buzz of electricity and when they broke apart, each taking a deep breath. “I love you too,” he responded, gazing into her fathomless brown eyes. But, somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if she was still working some angle.
A moment passed where they stared into each other’s eyes. Then Emma grinned. “So, what are we doing for my birthday?” Her gaze then darted over to the package Alex had brought with him. “Is that for me?”
Alex laughed, “I was wondering when you were going to ask me about it.” His eyes glinted with amusement. “Go ahead, open her up.”
Emma slid off his lap down to the floor. She looked back at him, grinning before bounding over to the small table by the door and snatching up the gift. Sitting down on the arm of her couch, she glanced over to where Alex lounged on her bed. She tenderly ran her hands over the wrappings. “I like the paper,” she said smiling back at him.
“I think you’ll like what’s inside it even more.”
Emma undid the paper, carefully prying the tape away as to not damage it. Alex watched her, an amused little grin on his face. Soon, she had the paper off. She folded it and sat it down next to her before turning her attention to the plain brown box beneath it.
Inside, was a little black dress. “It’s Versace,” Alex added as Emma lifted it from inside and held it up.
“It’s beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like it. Why don’t you get ready? I’ve got a few things to check on for your big day. I’ll be back in an hour or so, and we’ll get started, ok?”
“Ok,” Emma said, setting the dress back in the box and returning to his side. “Master,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck, “are we gonna fuck today?” she asked, lust and amusement glinting from her eyes. “Or is that part of my punishment still in effect?”
Alex felt his dick twitch at her closeness and the lewdness of her question. “I…yes,” he responded, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.
“Good,” she sighed, her breath hot against his cheek. Emma’s tongue darted into his ear and she sucked his earlobe between her lips. “I’ve been fantasizing all week about your big dick in my ass.” She let her arms fall away and she stepped back, turning and walking toward the bathroom. She pulled her sleek, black nightie over her head giving him a view of her perfect, tiny ass. “I hope you don’t disappoint…” she said softly as the restroom door closed behind her.
Alex let the breath he’d been holding out in a huff… “whew…” After waiting a moment for the massive tent in his pants to subside, he left Emma’s suite to check up on her other birthday surprises and give her time to get ready.
                                                                        ***
Day 37 (1:30 a.m.)
Ulu and Thando took the new arrivals down into the compound. They kept Dove’s head covered while they went through the boss’s suite and the main dorm, all the way until they entered the punishment room. Once inside, Thando pulled the blanket off, allowing her to see the room in all its dark, twisted horror. “Put this on, little Dove,” the big guard ordered, handing her a thick leather collar.
Dove’s eyes grew wide and she shivered in fear. Her knees shook, and her legs wobbled. “What is this place?” she asked in a horrified whisper.
“This is the boss’s punishment room. He doesn’t have a room free for you yet. So, you’ll stay here tonight.” It was a lie, but the boss didn’t want Dove to know the truth. He wanted her here, so he told her what Alex had told him to tell her. “He can’t have you wondering about, so put this on.” He spoke this time with more insistence as he thrust the collar at her.
She took it in her trembling hands as tears welled in her gorgeous green eyes. Blinking, they fell to her face as she began to fasten it around her neck.
“Make it tight,” Thando added, “you don’t want me doing it for you.”
Dove nodded, again looking around the room as she fastened it tight. When she was done, Thando led her over to the room’s far wall. “Sit,” he ordered her, motioning as he did to a place where shackles and a small hook were built into the wall. Once she was sitting, he fastened her collar to the wall with a short leash and clapped her wrists into the shackles. He pulled the leash tight, so she had very little room to move her head and left her there to watch as they stripped Ariana Grande naked and strapped her into a very demeaning-looking wooden device she heard Ulu refer to as ‘the horse.’
Tears were streaming down her face by the time the guards had Ari naked and locked into the stockade part of the horse. She was having trouble dealing with all this, despite previously feeling like she was prepared for this new life after watching the Taylor Swift video and thinking about the implications. “What…what happens now?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Ulu gave her a look of disdain that screamed he’d like nothing more than to rape her right then and there. Thando, however, gave her a softer look. He gently patted the top of her head and said, “If you pass the boss’s test, he’ll likely move you into a cell sometime tomorrow. If not, well… I’d pass if I were you.”
She turned her big green eyes up at him, her lips trembling and tears rolling down her cheeks. “I’m scared…”
“Good,” Thando replied, “use that fear, make sure you pass his test and you won’t have to see what he uses this room for firsthand.”
Dove nodded as much as the restraints would allow and blinked some fresh tears. “Thank you.”
“Do not thank me, little Dove. If you misbehave, or break the rules, I will not hesitate to do to you whatever the boss asks and I doubt very seriously you will enjoy it.” With that, he turned and walked toward the door. Dove saw Ulu give her one last backward glance, lick his lips, and follow Thando out.
                                                                        ***
Day 37 (8:30 a.m.)
Alex gave Emma about an hour and a half to shower and get ready for her big day. He returned to her room holding a vase for her flowers and knocked softly upon her door. “Come in,” she called out to him. She was standing near the door as he stepped inside, looking absolutely incredible.
The black Versace dress clung to her petite frame in all the right places. The loose skirt hung just above mid-thigh and the neckline was conservative, but still dipped nearly low enough on her chest to reveal her modest cleavage. In addition to the dress, she wore tall, black, six-inch stiletto heels, a sleek, black gold choker made up of tiny rings, matching earrings that clung to the slope of her earlobe, and a few thin bands of the same black gold on her fingers.
Her slender, shapely legs were bare and the heels she wore extenuated her tiny, round posterior. She wore her hair loose in her typical style and it flowed gracefully about her shoulders. Her amazing brown eyes were highlighted by dark mascara and eye shadow and her lips were colored in a dark red lipstick.
Emma bit her lip upon seeing Alex enter, it was clear she was horny as hell. “I brought you a vase for the flowers,” he said, putting it down on the small table by the door.
“I’ll have to get some water,” was what she said. But what she did was cross the space between them and wrap her arms around his neck. She kissed him, her lips parting when he pressed his tongue into her mouth. His strong arms pulled her close as the kiss deepened.
For several long minutes, she clung to him, kissing him and pressing her body to his. She sucked on his tongue and rubbed her hips against his, groaning into his mouth as his cock hardened against her. “Fuck me,” she whispered when their lips parted. She looked deep into his eyes and ran her fingers through his hair.
Alex laughed, trying to restrain himself. With a supreme effort he pushed her away. “Come on,” he grinned, “the day’s early.” He looked her up and down, shivering with the thought of putting it to her. “Trust me, we’ll get to it. I promise.”
She let him go with a slight pout and went to fill the vase with water and put the flowers in it. When she was done, she sat it on the small table by the TV. By then Alex had recovered. “Ready?” he asked, with a sexy grin on his face.
“Where are we going?” she responded, holding out her arm for him to take and lighting up the room with her brilliant smile.
“Up,” Alex said simply, taking her arm and leading Emma from the room.
They walked through the darkened VIP lounge. It was still quiet. Emma noticed Alex’s eyes dart over to the door of one of the suites. She presumed it was the room Taylor Swift was currently living in. He seemed worried, less sure than normal. It wasn’t a look that suited the normally over confident, self-sure master of the harem. She gave his arm a squeeze to try and draw him back from wherever his thoughts had taken him. “So, tell me, what’s on the agenda for today?”
Alex smiled down at her. Even in her heels he was a good three or four inches taller than she. “I thought,” he laughed, “you might like a tour of the mansion. Maybe see my room above ground, I also have a few surprises in store for you.”
She leaned her head against his arm as they walked through the hall, “I don’t suppose you’d give me any hints?”
With a laugh, Alex said, “not likely. But… I do have a question for you.”
“What’s that?”
“Actually, two. First, I was wondering how you’d feel about letting Chloe move in with you. She misses you, her mistress, desperately. I think it would be good for her and for cultivating both ends of her personality.”
Emma pursed her lips. “Where would she sleep?”
“On your bed?” Alex asked, cocking his head to the side.
“What if I have guests?”
“Hmmm, well maybe we could arrange a little doggy bed for the foot of your bed.”
Emma laughed, “a doggy bed?”
“Yeah, you know, a little cushioned mat you could store under your bed and could pull out when you need it.”
Emma considered it for a moment. They entered Alex’s room and passed into his bedroom. She took a moment to look around. The room was fairly spartan. Mostly functional, with a large king-sized bed, a few chairs, a small kitchen nook, and a wooden dresser similar to the one in her own room. “I suppose it would be ok. Would this be permanent?”
Alex opened the door to a massive walk in closet, motioning Emma to follow. “At least till I can promote someone else to level 4.”
“Promote someone else…why? Do you need her room for something?”
Alex glanced over his shoulder at her as he led the way down the narrow corridor of his closet. “Maybe,” he said softly. “Now, my second question.” Alex leaned in to the retinal scanner that opened the secret door that hid the elevator. The doors parted, and Alex motioned for his sexy date to step inside. She swayed past him smelling of lavender and Alex said, “in our time today, do you want to share me with anyone, or do you want me all to yourself? I’m not asking,” he added, stepping in behind her, “because I want to share, but because I want to you to get what you want today.”
“Ignoring my last question, I see,” she said with a coy smile. She took his arm again as the elevator began to rise and leaned in against him. “I suppose,” she said, resting her head against his chest, “that would depend on how long I have with you. The whole day?”
“The whole day,” he assured her.
“And, are we meeting the new additions today as well?”
Alex laughed, looking down on her. “Maybe,” he said softly. “Do you want to?”
She thought about it while the elevator continued to rise, holding Alex around the waist, breathing easy and taking in his scent. “What exactly are my options?” she said after a few minutes.
Alex considered her question for a moment. “I guess…anything that can be done in the mansion or the compound below. Short of bringing anyone else up, excluding me completely from the fun or going on the Internet, anything goes.”
As the elevator continued its journey, Emma laid out a short list of things she’d like to do today, starting with Alex giving her a tour of the mansion. Eventually, the lift came to a stop and Emma felt the butterflies rise in her stomach. She had to admit, she was really excited to see what was up here. Everyone else got to see the pool, but she was the only one who’d get to see this.
The doors opened into a stark white hallway not dissimilar to those that separated the cells down below from the main dorm room. “It’s the last line of defense,” Alex said. “This hallway’s defenses can only be controlled from the security room up here. I have no way to disable them, only the guard on duty in that room has the key to turn them off.” He motioned back to the elevator as they stepped out into the hall. “Once the doors close, the guard has thirty seconds to disable them, or the room is flooded with a powerful neurotoxin. If a breach were ever to get this far, there’s no more playing around with knockout gas. This is the end of the line.”
Emma shuddered a little bit to think how easily Alex or his men could kill one of them if they ever somehow got up here. “You, you don’t think anything like that would ever happen, do you?”
Alex offered her a sympathetic smile. “It’s very unlikely. The route to this room is filled with safeguards. Not the least of which is the elevator itself. My retinal scan may send the lift up, but without the guard on duty authorizing the trip, it too is filled with gas. The knockout variety, let me assure you…” he added upon seeing a second horrified expression crossing Emma’s face.
They reached the end of the murder hall and Alex pressed his thumb to the panel on the door. There was a soft click and the door slid silently open. Alex then motioned for Emma to take her first steps out of the oppressing confines of the harem in more than a month.
Bright, white light filled Emma’s vision. She took a deep refreshing breath of air. It somehow seemed purer than the air down below and she smiled as it filled her. The door closed in silence, blending in invisibly to the wall behind them. Emma, however, was too busy taking in the view to notice.
The room outside was a grand foyer, opened to three stories above them with huge glass windows letting in pure, golden sunshine. Huge, white marble pillars led the way to double French doors at least three meters tall. To either side of them were two huge hardwood staircases leading up to the second floor. They framed the area where the hidden hallway resided but disguised that area as a nook for beautiful artwork.
Immediately to Emma’s left, as the door closed, was a priceless original David painting and, to her right, an Ingres. But, that wasn’t even what caught Emma’s view. On a pedestal in the middle of the foyer, was a sculpture created by one of the most famous of all the Renaissance artists.
“Oh, my!” Emma exclaimed, clasping her hands to her mouth. “Is that…a Donatello?”
Alex smiled, watching her expression. “It is,” he said, turning to look at it. “Been in my family for more than seven-hundred years.” He loved her enthusiasm. He figured that if any one of his girls would appreciate and recognize the treasures of his family, it would be Emma. “My family has been collecting art even before we were Prussian nobility, and that ended more than a century ago.” He looked around conspiratorially and whispered, “I wouldn’t ask too many questions about how we acquired some of these pieces.”
He led her around the grand foyer, which was filled with priceless works of art, none as impressive as the Donatello statue, but all priceless. There were works from the Dutch golden age of painting, which predated the French avant-garde period. There were, of course, works from there too, with originals by Manet, Cezanne, and plenty of others. But what stopped Emma in her tracks was the wall with, not one, but three original Toulouse-Lautrec watercolors.
Alex stepped in behind her when he caught her staring. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she leaned back against him. “They’re magnificent…” she said reverently. “This room, I just can’t believe it…”
“More than twenty generations of my family collecting…being rich enough to afford luxuries such as these, of being lucky enough to get out of Europe before the Nazi’s confiscated everything they found undesirable… and you’d have quite the collection too.”
“I can’t believe you just have works like this…hanging out in the open…” She couldn’t help but wonder if she and the other girls were just another type of collection. But she also felt a little flattered that she was worth collecting.
“Well,” Alex said, stepping away from her, “they’re not exactly on display like this most of the time.” With that, he stepped to a security panel not far from the hidden door to the elevator. He typed in a code and had his retina scanned, and the artwork all began to disappear. The paintings turned on swivels, hiding them behind the wall as little poofs of air sealed them in invisible pressure-controlled hidey-holes. The statues, most notably the Donatello, slowly slid beneath the floor, again with a little poof of air, sealing it away, and leaving the room bare, but still impressive.
“Would you like to see our music room now?” he grinned. “I can show you a harpsichord owned by Mozart. Or perhaps the library? How familiar are you with sixteenth century literature?”
Emma laughed and took his arm.
They went on an impressive tour of the main wing of Alex’s mansion. The white marble decor continued throughout. He led her through the music room, the ballroom, a magnificent dining chamber right out of Victorian England. Then there was the library. A three-story marvel containing hundreds of thousands of books. There was a massive fireplace, old books on display, new books of every genre imaginable on the shelves, and cozy little sitting nooks dotted all about.
Emma could have gotten lost in this room alone. She couldn’t believe the scope of this place and found herself, if possible, even more enamored of her master. Just then, he was behind her again and wrapped her in his arms. She felt his lips press against the top of her head. Heard him breathe in her scent. “I’m hungry,” she said softly, leaning back against him. “What’s for lunch?”
It was indeed lunchtime, they’d spent more than five hours wandering around the three stories of the main wing of the mansion. Alex led her to a huge outdoor balcony where she could see the view of the mountains and the forest for kilometers in front of them. The grandiose marble deck was dotted with little chairs and tables as if used for parties. “I never get a chance to use these… I never have guests.” He took her hand and pulled her gently along over to a table, set for two.”
Emma sat in the chair he pulled out for her, looking around in awe the incredible view all around. From here, she could see not only the mountains and the landscape, but also the huge helicopter landing pad and the covered walkway which led up to the front door and the grand foyer. “Aren’t you worried about some satellite seeing us, seeing me?”
Alex reached out and tapped the invisible barricade separating them from the outside. “It’s designed to reflect the light just enough to hide everything beneath it. Also helps to keep the heat in.”
As Alex took his seat across from her, a young black woman no older than sixteen appeared on the terrace. She was dressed in a long black dress with a silver trim, her hair was loose and hung about her shoulders. In her hands, she carried a bottle of wine along with two glasses. She gave Emma a polite smile and Alex a courteous nod of her head. Then, spoke with the hint of an African accent. “Wine?”
Alex looked to Emma who smiled and said, “yes, please.”
She poured them wine and sat the bottle in a chiller near the table. After which, she left to bring them lunch.
“Aren’t you worried about your serving staff seeing me?”
Alex laughed. “I don’t have a serving staff. Well,” he added a moment later, “unless I have guests. Izula is Ulu’s daughter.”
“Oh…” it seemed strange to Emma to think of Ulu or any of Alex’s men as having families, but she supposed they must have. “Do they all…have families?”
“My men? Yes…and no…” he smiled at her confused look. “Most of my men have been with me for close to ten years now. A few had wives and children when we met, but in the years since, all have acquired women.” He gave her a sympathetic look, “are you sure you want to know about this…it’s not exactly the kind of story with a happy ending.”
“They’re slaves?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.
Alex nodded a moment later, “All my guards have slaves. Some have slaves and consensual wives. Though, for all my men, “family” life is very complicated.” He turned in his chair and motioned to the rear of the mansion. “You can’t see it from here, but behind us, there are two more three story wings to this house. They border the outdoor pool the other girls got to visit. I’ve given those wings to my men as their personal suites and living quarters for them and their families. The only part of the house I’m “allowed” in is the main wing here. I give my guards complete control over their private lives as long as it doesn’t affect their work.”
“Hmmmm” Emma mused, taking a sip of the delicate pink wine. “Two, three story wings… Is there a guard we’ve not met?”
Alex grinned. “Very astute, Ms. Watson. I have one guard who is permanently stationed above. Because of the fail-safes built into various parts of the compound, especially the route that leads up into the mansion, one guard must always be on duty up here.”
Right about then, Izula returned bearing trays with their lunch. The food was again some of Emma’s favorites, authentic Mexican, along with stuffed peppers. She ooohed as Izula removed the lid and the smell hit her nose. “I love Mexican!”
Alex grinned, “I know…”
“Please enjoy,” Izula said. “My mothers’ prepared this especially for you.” She offered them both a big friendly smile then set a small silver bell onto the table. “And ring if you need me. I’ll be nearby.”
“Thank you, Izula,” Emma said, wondering if she’d heard the word “mothers,” plural, correctly. Their young waitress then bowed and left them alone.
The food and wine were delicious, and both ate till they were pleasantly full. “So,” Emma asked, taking one last bite, “what’s next?”
“Well, there is one place we haven’t been to yet. Or, I could introduce you to the guard you haven’t met.”
“Why don’t we meet the guard, then see your bedroom. I’m a little too full to fuck…” she laughed, “…right now,” she added, teasingly touching his arm.
“Sounds good,” Alex said, joining in the laughter.
A few minutes later, they got up from the table and left the view behind in search of Alex’s secret guard. Their journey took them to the basement of the main wing, to a big open exercise room. They approached a huge African stud, who stood well over six feet, had a bald head, and was rippling with massive muscles. He held a punching bag for a slender, well build woman who was slamming it with heavy blows.
The woman stopped upon seeing them approach. “This,” Alex said motioning to her, “is Nqobile.”
“A woman,” Emma said, in surprise.
Nqobile had coal black skin, dreadlocks, and proud dark eyes. She was tall at six feet and had just as impressive a physique as the man holding the punching bag, with a full six pack of abs and sleek muscular arms and legs. She offered Emma a nod and a broad toothy smile. Then said in a very British accent, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Watson.” She looked to Alex a moment then added, “I think you’ve done a wonderful job running things down below.”
Emma was a bit in a state of shock, she couldn’t believe Alex had a female guard. She couldn’t believe she was British and…friendly. She recovered as best she could when complimented. “Thank you… I must admit,” she said after a pause, “you weren’t what I expected.”
Nqobile laughed, “what, you expected another boy anxious to rush off and fuck a misbehaving celebrity? How would Alex ever keep them up here with all that going on?”
“I suppose it makes sense when you put it that way.” Emma laughed, joining in with Nqobile.
“So,” Emma asked, turning to the huge man who had been holding Nqobile’s punching bag, “is this impressive man yours?”
The man had taken a step away once the conversation had begun and bowed his head subserviently as he waited. Nqobile nodded, taking a step toward him and petting his head with her gloved hand. “He’s one of my boys…” she laughed.
“Oh my, you’ve others?”
“Oh yes,” she laughed again.
Emma and Nqobile continued to talk, and Alex gave them some time as he stepped away to a nearby security panel. He spoke into it, giving his men instructions to bring the champagne to his room and to check in on the goings on down below while he waited. Zeru, who was currently on duty, said he would send Izula to bring the bubbly and told him that Taylor Swift did attend weigh in today. He also informed him that things were quiet down there and that no one suspected Emma wasn’t still locked in her room nor that there were new guests in the punishment room.
Alex took a seat nearby when he was done checking in, giving Emma and Nqobile some time to bond. He watched them talk and laugh and couldn’t help but smile to himself. The idea that Emma Watson would bond with a guard who owned male slaves would have, a couple months ago, been ludicrous. But there she was, laughing with a woman who was helping to keep her imprisoned, over her impressive collection of slaves. He closed his eyes, leaning back against the wall, waiting for Emma to return to him.
Half an hour later, she slid into his lap, waking him from a little nap. He smiled and wrapped her in his arms as her lips brushed against his neck. “Not getting bored, are you?”
“Not at all,” he said opening his eyes to look her over, “just wanting to keep fresh for you.”
“Ah,” she said, kissing his neck. “You gonna show me that last room now?”
“I could do that…” he whispered.
Emma slid off his lap and Alex lazily stood. She slipped her hand into his, allowing him to lead her out of the exercise room. “You and Nqobile have a good chat?”
“She’s a very interesting person.”
“That’s an understatement.”
From the exercise room, they went to an elevator near the center of the mansion. He used his thumbprint to open the doors, and the lift slowly began to rise. “This elevator is the only way to access my personal quarters.” Alex turned to her, looking down into her eyes. He smiled tenderly at her and she smiled back. “I don’t let anyone up here. This is my private space. I—”
It was the most vulnerable Emma had ever seen him. She reached forward, taking his cheeks between her hands and kissing him softly on the lips to interrupt what he’d been about to say. “Don’t worry,” she whispered, “I won’t say a word to anyone… You can trust me…”
“I know,” he said softly. Alex shivered as emotions surged through his body. The elevator came to a stop, and if he hadn’t known it before, he knew it there, standing at the threshold of the most intimate place he knew. He loved Emma and was terrified that she might not love him back… This, he thought, as the doors slid open, would tell him for sure. Tell him not only if she was worth his love, but if she was worth his trust. If she passed this test, he knew she’d be his forever.
Day 37 (Noon)
Morning weigh in was over and, as was usual, Taylor Swift was in the exercise room with her girlfriend, Bella Thorne. The slim, sexy red-head was on a yoga mat next to her and was obviously noticing the stares Taylor was casting her way as she was over accentuating every motion and stretch. There was no doubt she had a crazy hot body, Taylor thought, as she cast a sideways glance at the girl’s firm, teenaged ass.
“Enjoying the view?” Bella asked, turning when she saw the pop diva stare and bending over at the waist, giving her an even better view of her perfect, round bottom. She bit her lip, gazing up at Taylor from between her legs.
Taylor followed the lines of her butt, down her toned, sculpted legs till she saw Bella’s brown eyes gazing back at her. She cracked a smile and both girls began to laugh. She stepped in behind the buxom teen and pulled her around the waist back against her. The redhead laughed, pressing her back against Taylor’s chest and cooing as both continued to giggle. As Taylor’s arms wrapped around the teen’s waist, Bella’s arms entwined around the diva’s neck. “You’re so sexy,” Taylor whispered as their eyes met again.
Bella stood on her tiptoes and pulled Taylor’s lips near enough to plant a soft, tender kiss upon them. As the kiss deepened, the teen’s mouth opened to accept the soft, probing tongue of her girlfriend. She sucked on it gently, reveling in the closeness of their bodies, in the feel of her lover’s hands moving over her body and in the emotion surging through her, like a bolt of lightning shooting down her spine. She moaned low and deep. When the kiss finally broke several minutes later, both girls were breathless and gazing into one another’s eyes. “I love you,” Bella said softly as she stared.
The words hit Taylor in the stomach like a punch from a heavy weight boxer. She took a deep breath. She knew it was now or never, she had to make her choice. How did she feel? What would she say? In that moment, she didn’t know, she was paralyzed with indecision. “I—"
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