Harem, a Dark Erotic Novelette

by Jet, M

  I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "What is it, Kis?"

  "They're saying that Shekhar is going to ask you to be his bride. His first wife!"

  I felt as though all the breath was stolen from my lungs.

  "Well? What do you think?" Kis asked, awaiting my reaction.

  "Well, I… I don't know."

  "You don't know!?" Kis exclaimed. "This is the most wonderful news, Gita, how can you not be ecstatic? I would be ecstatic."

  I stared into Kis' beautiful eyes. "Would you, Kis? Would you really be happy? What will it change really, to become Shekhar's wife? Not a thing. It will only serve to trap me here even more." Kis' face fell at my forlorn response. "Kis, don't you see? A bird in a gilded cage is still a prisoner…"

  Kis frowned deeply. "You think we're… Prisoners here?"

  I groaned. "Of course we are, Kis? Don't you see?"

  "But I came here by choice, Gita. I met Manu at a party and I asked to come here."

  "Well, that was a foolish, foolish thing to do," I said, immediately regretting my harsh tone.

  Tears welled in Kis' eyes. "It saddens me to hear you talk this way. I'm very happy here. I wish you were too."

  "What have I here to be happy about? Truly? What?"

  Kis' mouth dropped open and her eyes flashed with anger. "You have me, Gita. Don't I matter at all to you?" Kis asked angrily.

  I gasped, realizing I'd cut my dearest friend deeply. "Of course, Kis," I whispered. "I'm so sorry; I didn't mean that, I didn't mean to hurt you." I reached out to catch her tears as they began to fall. "Please don't cry, love," I begged.

  Kis took my hand and held it against her cheek, closing her eyes and trying to stop her tears. "I'm sorry too," she whispered back. "I didn't mean to get angry. I understand your frustrations, I really do." Her eyes popped open and she met my gaze. "But you must know you're not alone here. You must know how I feel for you."

  A long moment of silence passed as we stared into each other's eyes, and her still clinging to my hand. I felt the warmth of her skin and electricity seemed to whir between us. Then she began creeping very slowly toward me. My heart raced, but I did not back away as her lips neared my own. She paused so close to me that our lips nearly touched and I could feel her hot breath on my face. Facing a moment when I knew my life could very well either stay the same, or change forever, depending on the choice I made right then, I didn't even have to consider it. I closed the remaining distance and covered her lips with my own.

  Kis sighed and shimmied closer to me, moving feverishly. We both moved to our knees on the bed and pressed ourselves together as we kissed. Her kiss was so different than Shekhar's. She was soft and delicate, and she kissed me shyly at first and left her hands dangling at her sides. I took control of her mouth, kissing her harder, tasting her, jutting my tongue in and out with some sort of frantic desperation to show her that I was sorry for hurting her. My hands cupped her face, and I caressed her cheeks with my thumbs, banishing what remained of the tears that had fallen only moments before.

  I moved my hands down her neck and shoulders, rubbing her arms. She began to pant against me, and finally she pulled away from our sultry kiss. Her bright eyes were wide. "Gita…" she murmured. Another still moment lingered between us, neither of us knowing just what to do. "Gita," she said again, finally breaking the silence. "Do you want me?" Her voice was husky and broken.

  I answered her by pulling her back against me and owning her again with a new kiss.

  Kis became weak as she fell into me and I reached around behind her to unlace the ties of her bodice, letting it slip easily away. It fluttered down her trembling body then slid off the bed and onto the floor. I made my hands full of her breasts then, kneading them and twirling her nipples between my thumbs and fore fingers. She whimpered feverishly but still I smashed my lips into hers and plunged my tongue in and out between her succulent lips. When I did finally allow the kiss to end, I moved my mouth down over her nipples, lavishing attention on one first and then the other.

  I was learning that Shekhar had indeed taught me to be a masterful lover. With him, all control was his. And now, I was the one in control. Kis was eager to let me have my way.

  Kis threw her head back as I manipulated her nipples with my tongue, and she laced her fingers into my hair. I enjoyed the erotic sensation of her massaging my scalp as I worked her fiery skin with my hot mouth. I pushed her back on the bed, the need to taste more of her becoming urgent. She sighed as she fell back on the bed and I quickly removed the bottom half of her saree. On my knees, I looked down at her, exploring every inch of her nude, henna decorated flesh with needy eyes. She shivered under my scrutiny, but something about her heavy eyelids told me she loved my attention.

  "Gita, will you take off your clothing too?" she asked softly. I grinned mischievously at her and quickly shimmied out of my saree to let her see me as well. Now that I was naked, I felt less sure of myself. Sensing my hesitation, Kis reached for my hand and pulled me down on top of her, greedily taking to my lips again. Our bodies molded together perfectly, our legs intertwining, a tangled mass of silky black hair splaying about the bed. Her nipples rubbed against my own, causing a delightful warm friction to erupt inside me. She moved her knee gently between my legs, slowly finding my center and moving against it as we kissed. I grabbed her wrists, pinned her arms over her head and gyrated my hips to move myself against her knee. I knew she could feel my wet desire against her skin and we both sighed wantonly.

  I pulled away from the kiss and laid kisses in a feverish trail down her neck and chest, but this time bypassed her breasts with my mouth and continued down until I was between her legs. I pushed her legs apart and beheld her glistening pussy, shaved like mine save a tiny dark stripe. She looked flawless and magical and without a second thought I spread her lips with my fingers and tasted her clit with a demanding tongue. Kis cried out and arched her back on the bed as I buried my face in her, drinking her in, bathing in her sweet scent. Overcome with her own steamy desire, she spread her legs further, wanting to let go, inviting me in. She was so wet and ready; I reached to her with two fingers and drove them inside her. I moved my fingers quick in and out of her, manipulating that soft spot of ecstasy just inside her while I flicked her clit with my tongue over and over.

  Suddenly Kis scurried back, pulling herself away from my greedy face and hand. I growled as I reached for her but she slipped away from my grasp. "Lay down on your back, Gita," she whispered. I did as she asked and lay down. To my 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 Shekhar's sleeve. Kis gasped in shock as well, and she scurried backward on the carpet, clamoring to cover herself.

  The bedroom door slammed shut behind us. "LAY BACK DOWN!" Shekhar thundered. I startled and reared back from him, never having heard him raise his voice. I saw Kis' eyes fill with tears as she reluctantly returned to her spread legged position on the rug. Shekhar looked down at her contemptuously. "You do not move until I tell you to, do you not know the rules?" he growled.

  Kis did not meet his eyes, but she nodded, biting her lip. "Yes Shekhar, I apologize. I was just surprised…To see someone else."

  He nodded, tight lipped, his anger toward Kis still more than apparent. "You will stay there until I am ready for you," he demanded in a quiet, angry tone. He turned back to me. His expression toward me was the exact opposite of the way he had looked at my lover who was lying alone on the floor like a dog waiting for her master. Though his face conveyed deep love and desire toward me, the hatred within me boiled dangerously. Why was she here? What was going on?

  Shekhar took my hand and jerked me toward the bed, not taking a second to wonder what I might be thinking or feeling. He dragged me to the foot of the bed where he spun me around and placed my hands on the footboard. He breathed raggedly as he strode behind me and jerked down my saree, the flimsy material tearing. I started again as I had never seen this side of him. He grunted as he fumbled with the buckle of his belt and then I heard it clink on the floor as he dropped his pants. Suddenly, his hand was on my back, feeling clammy and cool against my flushed skin. He pushed me over the footboard of his bed and hiked my hips up. I cried out as he rammed his large cock into me from behind. The footboard bent me in half, cutting into my stomach and hurting worse with each of his brutal thrusts. "Oh, Shekhar!" I cried, unable to prevent the tears from flowing. "You're hurting me!"

  His violent thrusting continued. "Just a moment, my love, I promise, just a moment…" he breathed. I cried bitterly as he continued his assault but as promised, it was only a moment before he was exploding within me. He pulled out of me and let me off the footboard. I grasped my aching abdomen and turned slowly to peer up at him with wounded eyes. But he paid no attention to me as he strode back to Kis and pulled her by her hand up off the floor. I watched in terror as he dragged her to the footboard and bent her over it, administering the same cruel treatment I'd just received. He promised her as well it would only be a moment. I stared with my hand clamped over my mouth. Kishori's tiny delicate body bashed against the foot board as he savagely took her. She snuck a desperate look at me and everything in me wanted to rush forward and somehow save her. Mercifully, as it had been with me, it was over as Shekhar in his frenzied state came again quickly.

  He pulled Kis off of the foot board, and reached out once more. Pulling me closer, so that I was elbow to elbow with my sweet Kishori, he put a hand on each of our shoulders and pushed us down to our knees.

  "Pleasure me, both of you," Shekhar growled. "And I will pleasure you both."

  My racing heart slowed slightly when I was so close to Kis. I felt slightly safer knowing she was close enough for me to touch. To save.

  Shekhar put a hand on the back of Kis' head and pulled it back. With his other hand, he pulled his cock tight and then thrust it between her lips. I heard her momentarily choke but she recuperated and began to suck as required. He threw his head back and moaned, praising her. Then he withdrew his cock and grabbed the back of my head, thrusting inside of my mouth. I glared up at him with angry eyes, but he certainly mistook my heat as desire as he began rocking in and out of my mouth. He was much gentler with me than with Kis, but it didn't make my desire to bite his dick off any less.

  Several moments went by of Shekhar alternating his cock between our two mouths. I kept my eyes closed and tried to lose myself in knowing that Kis, my love was right next to me. I could feel her cheek against my own, could feel the heat of her. I tried to imagine it was just we two, and that Shekhar was not here using and degrading us. I opened my eyes and saw her watching me out of the corner of her eyes as she swirled her tongue on the tip of his cock. I reached out tentatively with my tongue, and licked him with her. Our tongues touched and a shiver passed through me. Kis was overcome, and she placed a gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth.

  Like lightening, Shekhar reached down and belted Kishori in the mouth, sending her sprawling to the floor. I fell back as well, sobbing.

  "YOU DO NOT TOUCH HER, WHORE!" Shekhar screamed. I scrambled farther back, trying to cover my exposed body. I felt desperate to rush to Kishori who laid quietly crying, and cupping her injured jaw in her shaking hand. But I was suddenly terrified about what may happen to either if us if I did.

  Shekhar stood fuming, his hair a wild mess, his nostrils flaring, and his eyes livid with rage. He stomped to where Kis had landed. "SHE WILL BE MY WIFE. YOU ARE NOT TO TOUCH HER EVER, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

  He seemed unhinged and he began to draw back his foot as if to kick her.

  "SHEKHAR, NO STOP!" I screamed as my love cowered and attempted to protect her face.

  He stopped and turned toward me. "Please my love," I begged him. "She thought that was what you wanted, that's all. We only wanted to please you. Now we know, not to touch each other. Please forgive us." I groveled in the most convincing voice I could muster, watching Kis out of the corner of my eye, but being careful not to show her outward attention. Shekhar rushed to me, kneeling on the floor and sweeping me into his strong arms.

  "Gita, Gita!" he cried, cuddling me against his hairy chest. "Do not cry! I am not angry with you, my most precious one. It is her who has enraged me."

  I wept against him. Though his nearness sickened me, I knew if I could get him to hold me
close, he would be leaving her alone. "Please, no more anger. Please," I whispered.

  Shekhar gently laid me out on the rug. "No, love," he said intensely. "No more anger." He lowered himself over my body and this time entered me gently, took me gently. It took much longer for him to reach his end and I turned my face to the side and focused on not crying.

  Where once I had found pleasure, I now found stark terror and Kis had to lay there and watch as he had what he wanted from me.

  When he was finished with me, he sent us both back to the harem.

  ***

  Kis and I became far more secretive and discreet with our relationship. We were terrified that somebody might figure out what was going on between us. But, we continued to be drawn together like moths to a flame. Late in the nights, she'd slip into my room. Sometimes we'd cuddle up together, holding each other and crying, not knowing what we should do. Shekhar's true nature had been revealed. Not only that, but I was his chosen one. If he were to ever somehow find out what went on between us…

  It crossed our minds that we would both be executed.

  Yet, even with the threat of death lingering in the backgrounds of our lives, there were still other times when our passion was irresistible. Numerous times, I woke with her already under my covers, her mouth already on me, her tongue moving in and out of me. The intensity of going straight from deep sleep to intense erotic passion brought about profound orgasms for us both. To me, Kis' touch was something well worth risking death for.

  In our private moments, Shekhar remained a kind and compassionate lover to me. I could almost forget the nightmarish encounter with Kis where he had brutalized us both. Yet, I knew that just below the charming surface roosted a black heart and was sure that the monster would eventually rear its ugly head again.

  And so it continued. When Shekhar called for me, I played my part of devoted lover and fiancé. I wanted nothing more to find a way to leave the harem. But even if I could get out, there was no guarantee that Kis could get out too and I simply had to stay near her. And at times he was otherwise occupied; I carried on my affair with Kis under the protective veil of the night.