Harem, a Dark Erotic Novelette (4 page)

Times when I was apart from him I felt lonely and uncomfortable among the jealous women, and I felt angry with him.  But when we were together, Shekhar seemed to have some sort of spell over me
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Through it all, my only friend was Kishori.  Despite the whispers and evil stares from the others, she remained true to me.  Despite the fact that they all hated her as well for being my friend, still, she remained true.  During all the time that Shekhar was absent, a beautiful friendship blossomed between me and the pretty harem girl.

One night after a visit with Shekhar, he sent me back to my room so that he could sleep comfortably because he had to rise early in the morning.  I returned to my room as the sun fell, feeling dejected and unimportant.  Despite how much he claimed to love me, he rarely invited me to sleep in his bed alongside him.

I plopped onto my bed with a book, trying to divert my mind from the passion directly followed by rejection, but I could scarcely concentrate on the content between the book's covers.  Just then, my door burst open and Kis slipped inside, shutting it behind her.

"There are rumors, Gita," Kis whispered excitedly.

I tossed my book aside and sat up on the bed, making room for Kis to take a seat next to me.  "Oh?" I said, feigning interest.  Kis loved the drama of the harem while I found it tedious and elementary.

"I promise, this one you'll love!" she bubbled.

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 tea
ring.  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!"