Harem, a Dark Erotic Novelette by M Jet Read Free Book Online

shock and delight, she straddled my face and bent over me.  She threw open my legs and another moan escaped as her as she drove in to feast on me.  I arched into her as her tongue darted into me.  She held open my legs and licked, kissed and sucked me.  I felt my orgasm building but tried to refrain as I licked her too, teasing her clit mercilessly while banging her with my fingers.  My other arm was wrapped around her, pressing her tightly against me, unable to get her close enough to feel satisfied.  Our bodies rocked slightly as we lavished each other with tongues and wild fingers.  Both of us dripped with our desire and suddenly, while she drove two fingers in and out of my pussy, she slipped her pinky into my ass.  As soon as I felt the shock of her entrance into that most hidden world, I was shredded and I came violently.  My quaking orgasm in her face triggered hers and together we came with muffled shrieks.
    ***
    If my life before had not been confusing, after my tryst with Kis I was completely lost in turmoil.  I found that it was Kis I longed for most.  It was Kis I dreamt of when sleeping at night.  It was Kis I wished for in lonely moments, though I was rarely without her.  Times that Shekhar sent Manu for me, I often had to make excuses to stall him to give me time to wash Kis' sent off of my skin.  When I lay spent in Shekhar's arms, it was her I imagined when I closed my eyes.
    One evening, Shekhar took me to dinner at Dispur's finest restaurant.  We sat on an outdoor patio and I enjoyed the feel of the twilight breeze on my face as I stared off into the distance, daydreaming. 
    "My love," Shekhar said, as our desert was delivered to the table.  "You seem distracted.  Is there something on your mind?"
    I smiled coyly and shook my head.  "No, my love," I answered, giving him the answer I knew would most satisfy him.
    Shekhar smiled too, attractive distinguished lines appearing around his eyes.  "Perhaps I know what it is you're daydreaming about," he said with a teasing tone.  I tipped my head to the side regarding him, wondering what he was talking about.
    Shekhar produced a small black box from his jacket pocket.  He reached across the table and took my hand.  "Gita," Shekhar began.  "From the time I was a very young man, I've had my pick of potential wives.  Women throwing themselves at my feet.  There are those who would give their lives freely for a chance to be my wife for even a day."
    My stomach began to somersault, as I felt I knew where he was going with this.
    "But all this time, I knew that I had not yet met my special soul mate, my first wife.  And so I waited.  When I met you, my darling Gita, I knew that my wait was over.  It is time, my love.  For you to become my wife."
    Tears sprang instantly to my eyes.  I felt hysterics bubbling up inside me.  Luckily, I was certain he perceived my tears as happy ones.
    I didn't even have to give him an answer, for he already knew, I had no choice.
    ***
    In the limousine on the way back to Shekhar's mansion, he kissed my neck and his hands, suddenly seeming clumsy and lecherous, roamed my body.  I kept my eyes plastered shut, trying to hold in the emotion that I didn't want to have to explain.  I didn't know what to do.  Swimming in the dizzying effect of his heavy cologne, I felt lightheaded.
    And utterly trapped.
    As soon as I stepped out of the limousine outside his front door, Shekhar swept me up into his arms as though I weighed nothing.  Manu was waiting to hold open the front door, and Shekhar whisked me inside and past Manu without a word or sideways glance.  He stared ferally into my eyes as he raced through the house with me right to his bedroom door.  He placed me back on my feet just to open the door.
    And when the heavy door swung open, I saw her.
    Kishori lay prone on the round rug before the door, nude, and with her legs spread wide.
    I gasped and turned my head away, hiding my face in the sleeve of