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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: FF oral anal rim romance
Day 45 (7:30 a.m.)
The door to the master’s suite closed and Ari clutched her tight. “Go to Cara…” was what he’d said. But Emma knew what he meant. Alex didn’t want her telling everyone what had just happened. That he had assaulted one of his girls outside of a punishment situation. That he had just lost control, possibly for the first time since they all came here…
She looked down at Ari, who was watching her with big, scared eyes. She smiled as sympathetically as she could and kissed the frightened diva on the forehead. “Let’s get you back to my room and clean you up, ok?” Ari nodded meekly as Emma wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her down the hallway toward her suite.
The pair passed into the VIP lounge and Emma spotted a figure standing in Cara’s doorway, watching them as they entered. At first it appeared nothing more than a lithe shadow leaning in the door frame. As they neared, she came into focus. It was the tall, skinny former actress standing and waiting. The sight of her new lover brought a big beaming smile to Cara’s lips. It faded though when she saw Ari and the fear and tears in the kitty’s eyes. Without a word, she fell in line behind them and followed the pair to the harem mistress’s suite.
Cara sat down on the couch as Emma took Ari into the restroom. She unwrapped them both from the blanket Alex gave her and helped the diva into the tub. A few drops of blood from the diva’s torn rectum fell to the ground as she took a ginger step up and sat down. She winced as she lay back. “Everything will be ok,” Emma whispered, as she turned on the hot water. “I’ll take care of you.”
“Meow…” Ari said sadly, as she clutched herself and watched despondently as the water rose.
Emma kissed the top of her head. “Sit tight,” she whispered, “I need to talk with Cara.” Meow, came the answer again and Emma asked, “can you turn the water off for me when it gets too high?” Ari just nodded as she continued to watch the water pour from the spigot. “Good kitty,” Emma said again, as she kissed her head one last time before heading back out into her room.
The blonde Brit looked up as she entered, her eyes filled with concern. “The master?” she asked, looking almost afraid to know the answer.
With a disappointed nod, Emma knelt before her and took her hands. “We can’t tell anyone about this.”
“What happened? Did she do something?”
Emma just shook her head as her beautiful brown eyes filled with tears. “No,” she sobbed. “He, he just lost control… lost himself… it was scary…”
“You’ve seen him like this before though, right? I’ve heard the stories…”
“Not like this,” Emma responded. “Those other times, in the punishment room, he was cruel, but he knew what he was doing, it was measured, purposeful… This… this was something else.”
Cara couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was Emma talking about the same man, who just a few hours ago had shown her such a sweet and passionate night? She could hardly imagine that this was the same man. She touched her forehead, rubbing it as the stories of what he’d done to most of the other ladies in times of punishment ran wild through her head. He had raped and tortured, mentally and physically nearly everyone down here… Suddenly she remembered that even though he’d treated her well last night, that every woman here was his prisoner. Her face went flush with anger at that realization. “And you don’t want to tell everyone?”
“We can’t,” Emma said, her eyes dropping to the floor.
“Why the hell not?”
Emma clutched Cara’s hands tighter, sliding closer, moving between her legs, and bringing them face to face. “Because it won’t help anyone.” She gently touched the blonde’s cheek and smiled sympathetically. “It will only anger the girls… possibly inciting them. When they do something, or say something, it will provoke a response.” Her lip trembled and tears fell to her cheeks as she met the blonde’s blue eyes. “The master has only one response… And that doesn’t help anyone.”
Cara still looked angry as she stared back at Emma. But, a moment later, her face fell and that look turned to one of helplessness. “But… we have to do something… right?”
“Oh, sweetie,” exclaimed the brunette, sliding up and into her lap. It was hard to fault Cara. She just wanted what any normal person would in a moment like this. But she had never been to the punishment room, never been manhandled or worse by the guards. She wanted things to get better. But she didn’t understand… “We are doing something. Everyday we do something. Its all we can do, and it’s the only way to make things better.”
“I don’t…”
Emma interrupted whatever else she was about to say with a gentle kiss. She pressed her forehead against the blonde’s as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Cara in turn clutched her about the waist and in a tender moment their eyes met again. Emma felt a surge of emotions from deep in her belly swell up and threaten to overwhelm her. She licked her lips nervously. “I…I fancy you…” she said, in barely more than a whisper.
Cara smiled and bit her lip in response. “I like you too,” she said, as she pulled her new lover even closer. “But what does that have to do with—”
Again, Emma interrupted her, this time by pressing a finger to her lips. “I really like you. I…” Things were different with Cara. With her, Emma felt simultaneously soft and feminine but not diminished. She felt strong and powerful, but also weak and nearly helpless in her gaze. The only other time she ever felt that way was with Alex. “…I want us to be more than just friends.” As she spoke, again emotion surged in her stomach, she bit her lip and stared hopefully into Cara’s eyes.
The blonde’s hand rose up to cup the back of Emma’s neck as an intensity filled her eyes. She pulled the brunette close and kissed her again, deeply this time. Emma sighed at the sensation of being wrapped in her lover’s arms and Cara used that moment to slip her tongue into the other woman’s mouth. With a tender moan, Emma gently sucked on it and pressed their bodies as close as possible.
When the kiss broke a long moment later, Cara looked up into Emma’s eyes. There was a tenderness that wasn’t there before. “I like you too…” she whispered, as she reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair from Emma’s eyes. “But… what does that have to do with—”
“Don’t you see,” Emma said, interrupting her again. “I didn’t like you when you first came here.”
“You didn’t?”
Shaking her head, no as a playful smile rose to her lips. “No,” she said, laughing softly. “I didn’t hate you or anything like that. I saw you as a rival. I wanted Margot, and she wanted you…”
“Oh…” Cara said sadly, looking away. “I’m still not following.”
Emma gently kissed her and smiled. “That thing we do every day. The only thing we can do… is be there for him. We must be his friend, be his lover, his wife, his kitty, his dirty slut, his little girl… or whatever else he wants us to be.”
Cara was shaking her head no as a frown came to her lips. “I don’t understand…”
“Its simple,” she said, touching her lover’s chin and raising her gaze back up to her met her eyes. “He’s changing us. But we’re changing him too.” She stood up and walked a little circle in front of the couch. “It’s slower with him because he has all the power. But every day that passes… every fantasy of his that we give into, he sees us less as property, as objects, and more as people, as women he loves and cares for.” She turned back to Cara, a slight frown on her face. “Today might not be a great example of that. But, trust me, life in the harem now is a far cry from being led around on electroshock collars like animals.”
“He did that?” she said, in surprise.
That response brought a faint smile to Emma’s lips. She knelt back before her lover and took her hands. “Our first meal we sat right in the kitchen, each of us attached to one of those collars. He took us one by one to the restroom like walking a dog…” She reached up and touched Cara’s cheek. “Trust me, we might never be free of this place, but given enough time, I truly believe the punishment room will be a thing of the past.”
Cara smiled at the look on Emma’s face. “I hope you’re right…”
“I know I am.” She bit her lip and rose back up into her lover’s lap. Their eyes met and with a tender smile, they shared another long, deep kiss. Afterwards, they gazed into one another’s eyes. Emma shifted back and forth as a goofy smile spread on her face. “I fancy you,” she whispered.
Cara laughed and clutched her close. “You mentioned that.”
“Good,” she said, leaning in and resting her head against the blonde’s shoulder. “I thought you should know.”
They sat together, holding each other for several minutes before the sound of splashing water broke their reverie. “We should check on Ari,” Cara whispered, kissing Emma’s cheek.
“Will you help me get her cleaned up before weigh in?”
“Okay.”
***
Day 45 (8 a.m.)
Right about the time Emma and Cara were taking their relationship to a new level, Margot Robbie woke up. Her thoughts immediately went to the woman lying next to her and how she was hoping today would be the day she took her own relationship to new heights. She rolled over on her side and looked down at the sleeping Brit.
It had only been six days since that night when they had teamed up to fuck the master on a kitchen table. But it felt much longer in a good way. They agreed to take things slow. She didn’t know if it even counted, but yesterday at the show was the first time since that night they’d even had sex. She wanted to make a move to take things further last night, but they’d both been so tired.
After the show, they both had chores and exercise. Margot had to dye her hair. The master wanted her blonde, so every week or so she had to spend a few hours working on that. Felicity had pulled main dorm duty. The cleanup included helping the guards take down the stage and the curtains and putting all the furnishings back in place. Needless to say, by the time curfew came around, all they wanted to do was sleep.
Emma once told her that Felicity needed her. That maybe sometime after that, they could try out their old relationship again. But things were different now. It’s amazing how much can change in just six short days. Em was with Cara, it seemed. Margot wasn’t mad. In her mind, she had something better now. She smiled as a little grin spread on Felicity’s sleeping lips and reached over to brush a few strands of raven hair from her face. She snuggled in close and rested her head against the Brit’s shoulder, holding her close till she was ready to wake up.
A few minutes later, the brunette’s eyes fluttered open. “Morning, sleepyhead,” said Margot, as she sat up and looked down at her new lover.
“Morning,” Felicity responded, with a heavy yawn. She stretched her arms and legs and brushed the sleep from her eyes as she finally noticed that Margot was watching her. She smiled at the blonde before it dawned on her that Margot had been staring. “Have you been watching me?” she said, with a curious grin.
“A little,” Margot responded. She leaned in and gently brushed her lips along her lover’s neck before giving it a soft, tender kiss. “Is that so bad?” she whispered.
“Not so bad,” Felicity said, wrapping her arms around the Aussie’s shoulders and pulling her close. She sighed contentedly as Margot began to suck on her neck. “A little weird… but… not so bad…” She licked her lips, gasping softly as the Aussie’s fingers teased their way down her body. Her chest began to rise and fall more quickly as she felt those fingertips trail through the tuft of trim black pubic hair just above her pussy.
“You know how we’ve been taking things slow?” Margot whispered, as her lips briefly left her lover’ neck.
“Uh huh,” Felicity sighed and clutched her lover tight.
“I was thinking it might be time to speed things up a bit…”
“Okay…” she said, her head tilting back in exultation as Margot touched her clit and tenderly squeezed it between her fingers.
She turned to face Margot and the Aussie came up to meet her face to face. Their eyes met, they clutched one another as arms and legs intertwined before their lips collided. With one hand, Margot cupped the back of Felicity’s head and kissed her deep. While the other wrapped around her thigh and delved back between her legs. “You feel so good,” whispered the Brit, as Margot’s fingers carefully slid inside her.
Margot then began to pump her fingers, slowly at first, in and out of Felicity’s pussy. The brunette clutched her tightly around the waist and kissed her deep. The Aussie’s tongue slid past her gasping lips as she built the intensity of her movements. Soon, a wet sloshing sound filled the room as her hand jiggled, thrust, and pumped away inside.
Felicity sucked on her tongue between deep, heady moans of pleasure and was soon lost to the ecstasy of the moment. Her head flung back in rapturous bliss. “You’re… gonna… make… me… cum…” she gasped, burying her face in her lover’s shoulder.
Margot held her close, slowing her pace ever so slightly. “Close your eyes,” she whispered. Her fingers danced and probed, teasing and pushing her lover closer. “Picture us back in the main dorm. Taylor is up on that stage being fucked silly. Big black dicks are bouncing off her face and being shoved down her throat.”
The Brit did as she was told, a deep gasp breaking free of her lips as her lover’s fingers drove her ever closer to orgasm. She bit down softly on Margot’s shoulder as the sensation grew. In her mind’s eye, she could see Taylor being fucked, humiliated, pleasured while she and everyone else watched. “You’re making me so wet…” she sighed, and all she could do was hold on to Margot’s body.
“She’s barking like a dog. The humiliation and pleasure she’s feeling is painted clear on her face.” Margot sighed, ramming her digits home as Felicity moaned deeply, her body tensing for orgasm. “The master bends her over and fucks her right up the ass.”
“I’m going to cum!” she gasped in euphoric bliss.
Margot slipped in a third finger as she felt her lover right on the edge. “He cums inside of her and, to our surprise, Emma eats it right out of her asshole.” The third finger stretched Felicity’s tight little hole and she began to shudder all over. “And then what happens?”
Felicity’s leg began to kick as the first wave of orgasm washed through her body. “Cumming!” He whole body went rigid; her eyes rolled up in her head. Yet she still couldn’t help seeing the events of yesterday play out in her head.
“Taylor… writhing on the stage, lost in ecstasy. Emma… a mouth full of our master’s cum.” Margot’s fingers pounded in and out, harder and faster. Felicity, a slave to the pleasure she was feeling. “They kiss.” Felicity gave a deep lusty moan as she came hard on Margot’s fingers. “We watch as his seed passes back and forth between their slutty lips.”
A second and a third orgasm rocked Felicity as Margot continued to pound her fingers in and out. She was more turned on than she’d ever been in her entire life. Her new lover’s words, so warm and sexy in her ear, recreating the events of yesterday was so hot. The feeling of their bodies pressed so close, intertwined in a loving embrace made her feel complete like she’d never experienced before. Finally, someone understood her and didn’t think less of her because she liked to watch. She nuzzled Margot’s neck before beginning to tenderly suck on it. Slowly Margot’s pace descended, and, at the same rate, Felicity regained control of her body.
When it was over, Margot rolled onto her back, pulling her limp lover into her arms. Felicity, lying there, sighed contentedly and gently began to suck on the Aussie’s neck as she came back down. After a minute or two, dark, red splotches could be seen on the blonde’s neck and her lover whispered, “I… I think I’m falling for you…”
The blonde pulled Felicity up away from her neck and into a long, deep kiss. They held onto one another, kissing as only lovers in the bliss of the afterglow do. When, finally Felicity pulled away, she smiled a goofy grin down at Margot, who planted a kiss on her nose. “I love you too,” she said softly. Their eyes locked and they stared back at one another.
The gaze lasted only a moment, till a wide, impish grin spread on Felicity’s face. “I want to do you now…” she said.
“I’d like that,” Margot said, kissing her again with a soft peck on the lips.
The Brit laughed, a playful light illuminating her spectacular green eyes. “You want anything… kinky?” she said, biting her lip and arching her eyebrows.
Margot shook her head, laughing softly. “Not this time. Just you.” Felicity nodded, biting her lip as a coy smile on her face before descending her lover’s body.

***
Day 45 (11:00 a.m.)
The queue outside the restroom as the harem waited for the mistress’s summons was unusually quiet. The ladies all immediately noticed the hickeys on Margot’s neck. The source of which might be obvious, but the fact that no one knew for sure combined with the presence of both women created a tiny bit of the nervous energy among the ladies. Adding too it though, was Bella, Chloe and Dove.
The redhaired teen came to the line, without explanation, dressed in red, marking her as a level three. She slid in line in front of Dove, Taylor, and even Felicity, who had yet to be promoted to level 3 despite much improved participation and attitude. She was holding Chloe’s hand and the little girl traipsed in beside her sucking her thumb and clutching her teddy. As for Dove, the tiny blonde was clearly annoyed and watched the pair with obvious discontent mixed with sadness.
Tension hung heavy in the air. Margot, on the one hand, felt a surge of good emotions about Felicity. But on the other, she was incensed that the master had promoted Bella and left Felicity out. Cara watched the group nervously. Her thoughts were on Ari and what had happened to the diva early this morning. And, despite the fact that she was feeling good about her exchange with Emma, she was also worried that the others might question her about Ari’s absence. Dove, Taylor, and Felicity were all rightfully upset at Bella’s unexplained promotion. That she had jumped from a disgraced level 1 all the way up to level 3 only added fuel to the fire. Finally, even Chloe, with her childlike ambivalence, added to the nervous energy. Showing up, holding Bella’s hand like that sent a clear message that somehow the redhead had been given power over her and everyone was left wondering what that meant.
Despite Bella’s little show as she took her place in line and the air of smugness she had about her, the greatest source of tension among the ladies was the absence of their kitty. Whenever someone was missing at weigh in, even someone who didn’t participate the same way they did, made everyone nervous, as it was usually assumed that something bad had happened.
Just as the ladies were beginning to look around and wonder who was going to ask one of three obvious questions, Emma’s voice rang out, “Margot.”
The Aussie entered the restroom in a huff, ready to demand of the harem mistress just what the hell was going on. But all her bluster was lost when she saw Ulu standing there next to Emma, arms folded and looking menacing as ever. So, instead, she nodded submissively and said, “good morning, Mistress,” in a demure voice.
Emma stood up from the bench and tried offering the Aussie a friendly smile. “Ready to start?” she asked calmly.
Margot could only nod while keeping her eyes glued to the floor. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Strip for me.”
As Margot removed her clothes, Emma told her why Ulu was here this morning. “The master wanted to hand out a number of promotions. You may have seen Bella already this morning dressed in red. Apparently, these rank ups were long overdue according to him. He wanted to be here himself to hand them out, but pressing business required his immediate attention and he had to leave the complex for a couple of days and sent Ulu with new uniforms. Isn’t that right, Ulu?”
A stern nod was all the guard captain gave in response as Margot stepped out of her shorts and onto the scale. “Okay,” she said carefully. “But why did Bella get her promotion beforehand?”
Emma began to jot down the Aussie’s stats as she answered. “The master had specific instructions for Bella and wanted to give them to her in person before he left. Apparently, she’s going to act as Chloe’s full-time babysitter. So, if you see the redhead discipling Chloe or other odd behavior from them, that is the reason.”
Emma tried not to let her tone, or her body language bely how she felt about this new development. On the one hand, her relationship with Cara was sure to detract from that with Chloe. And it was a good thing that someone else could take over responsibility for her little girl. However, she also felt a great deal for the tiny blonde. Afterall, Chloe was, in large part, who she was because of her. Emma felt a responsibility for her, and she wasn’t so sure she was ready to give her up.
Putting those emotions aside, she reached up and gently touched Margot’s neck where three distinct hickeys could be seen. “What’s going on here?” she asked, with a playful smile.
Margot blushed deeply, touching her neck. “Felicity…” she practically sighed. “She gets a bit overzealous.”
“Nice… Are things good with you two then?”
“Yes, Mistress,” she replied, casting her eyes back to the floor under Ulu’s inscrutable gaze.
“You’re good. You can get dressed.” As Margot stepped back into her clothes, she dismissed her. “You can go, unless there is anything else?”
“Um,” she replied carefully, “there is, Mistress.” She pulled her tee-shirt overhead and said, “I… we, we were all wondering where Ari was this morning…”
Emma and Cara had spent nearly an hour getting Ari cleaned up and calm enough to function this morning. But the little kitty was hardly in any kind of shape to face the entire harem. Obviously, Emma couldn’t tell her former lover that. “Ari was up late scampering around my suite with Cara and I. So, I decided to let her sleep in.”
“Oh, that’s good…” Margot could sense the tension coming off Emma, but with the presence of Ulu, she decided against pursuing the issue any further. She then took her chore from the list and headed out, giving the brunette a sympathetic smile as she did.
After that, Emma had a similar conversation with all the ladies of the harem. She filled them in on what she knew, lied when she needed to lie, and promoted Taylor, Dove and Felicity all to level 3. Ulu had told her earlier this morning that Alex thought it was time. But she knew it was a ploy to keep her from telling everyone what he’d done. As if she had a choice to do something else…
She’d told him this morning that they, she and Ari, needed time to deal. But by giving out all these promotions, giving Bella a new responsibility, he very effectively steered the thoughts and conversations of the girls to promotions, and what they would do with their new level 3 toys and privileges.
Not to mention he really did leave, giving Emma and Ari the space she’d asked for. Ulu told her that he went to New York for a business meeting. It really seemed like he was doing everything he could to make things right… But she couldn’t help but wonder if it was all just another show, this one being for her eyes only. Either way, it did seem like he was trying… and for better or worse, they were trapped here. So, she supposed, trying had to mean something…
After weigh in, Bella had lost a bit of the smugness about being promoted, seeing as three other girls were also gifted with an increase in rank. The controversy over who might have given Margot three hickeys was lost in the pitch of fevered promotions, which is what became the hot topic of conversation. And, with the kitty’s absence explained, the tension from the beginning of the morning faded away as people went about their duties. Emma had successfully managed yet another crisis. This one with almost no one knowing there even was one.
Emma returned to her suite exhausted, she fell into her comfy chair with a weary sigh and rubbed her aching head. As she massaged her temples, Ari crawled over, still nude. She curled up at the Brit’s feet and nudged her head into Emma’s lap. “Meow,” she called softly, looking up at her mistress with her big, sad, brown eyes.
It had been a trying day already. All Emma wanted to do was snuggle up next to Cara and watch a movie. But the blonde had her chores and it wasn’t worth her getting in trouble right now with what she knew about Ari. “I miss her too,” she said, as she gently stroked the kitty’s head. Emma closed her eyes. With one hand she pet her cat, with the other she rubbed her nose and forehead, trying to relieve the tension behind her eyes.
As Emma sat there trying to convince herself to get up and fix Ari some lunch, there came a soft knocking at her door. She wondered who it could be, it wasn’t exactly like there were too many options. Maybe it was Alex come to offer them an apology and Ulu’s story had been part of a ruse to see how they handled things today. “One moment,” she sighed, in reply and rose up from her chair. She opened the door, not really knowing who to expect, and there was Cara.
The tall blonde Brit was dressed in a form fitting black tee-shirt and yoga pants, the outfit of a level 4. She had a warm smile on her face, a tray of finger sandwiches in one hand and a six pack of beer in the other. “Hey sexy,” she said, in greeting as she stepped into Emma’s suite.
She kissed Emma’s cheek as she squeezed past her in the door frame. She sat the beer and sandwiches down on the coffee table and tuned to face her lover. “I can see you’re surprised to see me…” she grinned and flopped down on the couch. “I asked Taylor to take my chores today and I’d do hers tomorrow… I thought maybe you’d want to continue our conversation from this morning…”
Emma laughed as she closed the door and practically bounced over to Cara’s side. “You traded with Taylor. I thought you hated her?” She bit her lip and sank down into the blonde’s lap. “Not that I’m complaining…”
Cara sat up straighter. She grabbed Emma around the waist and pulled her in tight against her chest. “Its true, she’s not my favorite person right now. But,” her blue eyes traveled up and down Emma’s supple body, “if she hadn’t…. done what she did, I wouldn’t be with you right now.”
Emma leaned in closer, her lips mere centimeters away from Cara’s. “True,” she whispered. The two women’s eyes locked. The brunette wrapped her arms around the blonde’s neck. “Beer?” she asked, trying to tease out the conversation just a moment longer.
Cara’s hands traveled down Emma’s body. One moved down, gripping her firm ass and pulling her as close as possible. The other went up, cradling her lover’s neck and gently teasing her ear lobes. “I’m not sure I should reveal all my secrets just yet… after all, we’ll need something to talk about later…
“Later?” Emma sighed, licking her lips in anticipation.
“After, I should say,” Cara responded breathlessly, as she moved in.
She kissed Emma long and deep. The other woman’s lips parted, eager to accept a gently probing tongue. Both moaned heavily as they clutched one another, kissing and pressing their bodies passionately together.
Typically, in sexual situations with women, Emma felt most aroused, most comfortable, when she was assertive, when she was in control. But with Cara, it was different. With Cara, all she wanted was to surrender. To lose herself in the blonde’s tender embrace, her passionate kisses, the intensity of her stare. “I… want you so bad…” she sighed, when their lips momentarily parted.
Cara smiled. She giggled softly and pressed her forehead to Emma’s, gazing into her eyes. “You’ve got me…” she said softly. She gently brushed her fingertips over Emma’s earlobes, teasing her, as they stared into one another’s eyes.
Emma bit her lip and smiled coyly. It felt so good in Cara’s arms. “I… I don’t want to take things too fast… But—”
“You like me?” Cara interrupted with a grin. Emma nodded slowly, still watching her lover. “Good,” Cara whispered, before pressing her lips back to Emma’s.
They shared another passionate kiss, mashing their bodies together as arms and legs intertwined. Cara shifted, holding Emma in her lap and turned to lay her down on the couch. The brunette’s legs immediately wrapped around her waist. They clutched one another as they groped and fondled the other, moaning and gasping as they continued to kiss.
Soon, in a fevered pitch, they were yanking and pulling at one another’s clothes. Ari sat up on the floor, watching with interest. She meowed softly but they were so caught up with one another that neither even noticed the kitty’s gaze.
When they were both naked, they were standing by the couch and still wrapped up together. Cara pulled away and took Emma’s hand. She led the way over to the bed. At the bedside, she yanked the brunette back into her arms and kissed her again. As they kissed, she guided them down onto the pillowy mattress. She pulled Emma down onto her chest and reached down with both hands to squeeze her perfect, taut ass. “You’re amazing,” she whispered.
“So are you,” Emma responded, sitting up just enough to look down at the blonde.
Their shared gaze lasted a good long while. Neither knew just where this thing would take them. Neither knew how long it would last. All they knew was that in this moment, it felt right.
Emma giggled a moment later, and Cara used the opportunity to roll on top of the brunette in a surge of motion. Her lover gasped in surprise before the blonde’s tongue was in her mouth. In a flash, they were kissing and groping one another passionately again. When their lips parted, Cara whispered, “I’m about to fuck you so good…” She then descended the brunette’s body.
She planted soft, tender kisses on Emma’s body as she moved. First gently right at the throat, eliciting a barely audible gasp of desire from her lover. Then several on her chest as she dropped lower. At her breasts, the blonde teasingly sucked each plump nipple between her lips, pulling on them and kissing them till both were hard and firm and Emma was writhing around in bliss. At the same time, she lifted a hand and ever so gently began to fondle her clit and stroke her pussy lips.
“I’m so fucking turned on…” Emma sighed, as she clutched the blonde’s head tenderly with one hand while the other grasped the bedsheet, pulling on it in pleasure.
Cara kissed her way down Emma’s stomach, her tongue lashing out and teasing her belly button as she passed it. By then, the brunette was gasping from Cara’s finger work, her legs splayed and her chest heaving. However, it was when she dipped below Emma’s waist that the real magic began.
The brunette cradled Cara’s head and gasped loudly as she pulled her fingers away and placed her whole mouth against her sex. “Fuck, Cara,” Emma exclaimed, as the blonde began to tease her clit with a darting tongue and as she sucked and lapped against her slit. Slowly, Emma began to grind her sex into the other woman’s face, panting and moaning as the blonde’s talented tongue worked in and against her.
Emma began to hum softly, her lips pressed tight as she rhythmically humped Cara’s mouth. She teased a hand up to her breasts and began to pinch and squeeze her nipples as she steadily moved toward orgasm. “That feels so good, Cara…” she sighed, just as she was about to cum.
That, however, was the moment Cara was waiting for. She grabbed Emma by each thigh, lifting and pushing in one swift motion. Just as the brunette was about to cum, she rolled her back on to her shoulders, pinning her ankles behind her head. Emma gasped in surprise, but Cara didn’t hesitate. She jammed three fingers straight into the brunette’s dripping wet sex and rammed her tongue into her asshole.
“Fuck!” Emma screamed in pleasure as her whole body tensed in orgasm. Her legs and hips bucked, but Cara held her down with one hand while the other plunged in and out of her spasming pussy.
At the same time, the blonde shoved her tongue all the way into Emma’s asshole. She pumped her fingers and lapped deeper and deeper as she tongue fucked the brunette’s tight, puckered shithole. In a wide arc, hot, clear girl cum squirted from Emma’s pussy as Cara’s fingers worked faster and harder. “Oh my God!” Emma screamed, her body shaking in ecstasy.
Emma spasmed again and again as she moved her hands behind her head to hold her legs in place. She shuttered and gazed up at Cara, who was watching her with lustful eyes as the blonde’s tongue was buried in her ass. “You’re so fucking hot…” she gasped.
Suddenly, in a deep heavy lap, Cara ran her tongue up over the brunette’s taint and began to lap at her asshole and at that sensitive piece of flesh between there and her pussy while her fingers continued to probe, and wiggle inside her. “You should see you…” she whispered, between licks.
After Emma’s third orgasm, Cara removed her fingers. She tenderly ran her tongue into Emma’s pussy, lapping at the sweet, succulent juices still there. All the brunette could do was gasp for breath as she came down from that blissful high. Emma lowered her legs back onto the bed and gently drew her lover up over her chest. The blonde gave her a few soft kisses as she moved, placing the last on Emma’s still gasping lips.
The two women shared a final tender kiss as Emma caught her breath, their bodies cradled together. Cara sat up and looked into her lover’s eyes. She smiled tenderly. “You know,” she said, with a cute little grin, “I really like you too.”
Emma bit her lip coyly, her cheeks flushing from the emotion surging through her. Her mouth opened, like she was going to add something profound when a curious, “Meow,” was added to the conversation.
They looked over, and there was Ari, head resting on the bed and watching them with big brown eyes. She smiled sweetly at the attention and made a soft purring noise. Emma and Cara laughed, looking back at one another. “You can join us, kitty,” the brunette said, as she twisted into her lover’s arms.
Cara held Emma, spooning her from behind as the cautious kitty climbed onto the bed. She pulled the blankets up and held them open as Ari slid onto the bed and into Emma’s embrace. The brunette held the still shaky kitty, trying to comfort her as the three closed their eyes for a lazy afternoon nap.
They slept and tried to forget about what happened earlier in the day. They slept, hoping the best for tomorrow and the days ahead. They slept, knowing that whatever was to come, they’d face together.
Day 45 (11:30 p.m.)
Alexander Whitley, one of the three richest men in the world, sat in a comfy leather chair staring out at the vibrant New York City skyline. The view from his downtown penthouse apartment, one of the most luxurious in the city, was nothing short of breathtaking. The city had a special kind of glow after dark from the twinkling of the buildings to the red and yellow sparkles of traffic. The view brought a smile to his face, but nothing could lift his spirits as he thought of that look of disappointment on Emma’s face this morning.
When he first came up with the plan to kidnap celebrities and hold them in a secure shelter beneath his remote mansion in the Yukon Mountains, he never considered the possibility that their feelings would hold such a powerful sway over his decision making. He thought he might develop feelings for them. But that those feelings would be more in the same vein that one has when viewing a priceless work of art or when hearing Mozart or Beethoven.
The whole endeavor had become so much more complicated than he ever considered. If he were being perfectly honest with himself, and Alex very much liked to think the one person he could be honest with was himself, he was in love with Emma Watson. But what did that love mean when she hadn’t chosen it for herself?
Sure, she had passed his little test on her birthday. But how could he know that her behavior was because she felt the same way, or because she was still being cautious? Was she still protecting herself and the others, or was it an expression of a genuine desire to be with him? Worse, how could he ever know?
His head lolled back against the chair. He looked down. In one hand, he held a tumbler of single malt Balvenie scotch. In the other, the slowly bobbing head of one of the most famous supermodels in the world. She too was part of his plan. Her celebrity status and fame, the people she networked with, and her connections on social media were what had enabled him to bring his harem together. Without her, he never would have succeeded, at least so flawlessly.
She loved him too. But was that love born from the Arcadia he and her manager had been giving her for nearly a year? Certainly, it was the cause of her behavioral conditioning, her loyalty, and her willingness to do everything he’d asked of her, including setting up more than half a dozen women, many of whom were her friends and confidants, to be kidnapped.
He groaned as she rolled her tongue around the head of his cock, slurping saliva back into her mouth as she then took his entire penis into her throat, choking herself as it pierced her esophagus. He closed his eyes as she continued to work her lips up and down, teasing his prick and building him slowly toward an incredible orgasm. But there, when his eyes closed was Emma, scared and disappointed.
What am I going to do, he thought? How am I going to fix this? It went well beyond what happened with Ari this morning. He had lost control and hurt his little kitty and frightened the person he cared for most in this world. But the promotions he handed out, the gifts he planned to bring back with him, and, most importantly, time would fix his momentary loss of control. The bigger problem was his feelings toward Emma and the others.
He loved Emma and certainly his feelings for the others weren’t that much less. But how could he maintain such feelings while simultaneously keeping them imprisoned and locked away from the world? His cock popped free of the supermodel’s mouth and her plump lips slid down the side of his dick and wrapped around his balls. She suckled them as her hand moved up and down his shaft and she watched him with big, lustful eyes.
Worse was how would they, his beloved ladies, react when he brought in two final girls, rivals for his time and affection? How would Emma deal with it? He knew she wanted him to stop, and he genuinely had no further plans after this to add any others. But that could be the thing that turns her from loving him into someone who just serves him because she has no other choice.
As both of her slender hands wrapped around his cock and began to twist and turn, she sucked the head back between her lips. He groaned loudly as she worked to coax his cum into her mouth. How could he give her a choice without letting her go? How could he make them, Emma and all the others, love him and trust him? How could he make them all into one big, happy family?
Perhaps he could offer her a different choice. That thought was interpreted as the supermodel suddenly took his entire cock back into her throat. His body went tense as she gently teased his ballsack in her fingertips and as her tongue and throat literally worked to milk his seed. She held herself there as his girthy prick spasmed in her throat and he came. She held herself there, the diligent slave she had become, her throat milking every last ounce of spunk from his heavy balls.
His balls empty, she pulled back and took a deep gasp of breath. Jizz and thick ropy saliva clung to her lips and connected back to his still spasming dick. She smiled and nuzzled the underside of his shaft and his balls as he closed his eyes in ecstasy. “That was nice,” he breathed, as she slid up into his lap.
“Thank you, Master,” she cooed, as her lips moved to his neck.
He wrapped her slender frame in his arms and held her as she gently sucked on his neck. Perhaps the answer to his quandary lay in further expanding the idea of family that he had always envisioned for him and his girls.
“I wanted to ask you,” he said, as he cradled the supermodel to his chest. “How much longer do you think you need before our last target is ready?”
“She’s close, Master,” said the sultry beauty. “But I haven’t had much interaction these past few weeks because she’s still off in a remote location filming her new movie.”
“Will she be back soon?”
“I think so.”
“Do you have an updated timetable?”
“Less than a month, I think,” she said, as she kissed his neck and ear. “Maybe two—three weeks.”
“Good… that should work nicely.”
As the supermodel, a woman who in her own right could consume any man’s most vivid fantasy, sucked on his neck and clung to him like he was her own personal god, Alex’s thoughts returned to Emma and how to make things right with her and the others. The supermodel felt good in his arms, but she wasn’t who he wanted right now… He pictured Emma’s face, her light dusting of freckles, her beautiful brown eyes, her slim supple body, perky boobs, her taut, tight ass, and the answer came. I’m going to ask her to marry me…
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