The Harem (27 page)

“Our first kiss,” he said.

“How could I forget,” I said to him, smiling. “They’re wonderful photographs, Sheremy. You’re quite the romantic.”

Without a word, Jeremy disappeared into the kitchen. Had I said the wrong thing? He came back a moment later with a bottle of expensive French champagne and two flute-shaped glasses. When he opened it, the cork made a loud popping sound and white foam spilled down the bottle. He poured us two glasses and raised his hand in a toast.

“To your Fellowship Year at UCLA,” he said.

I nodded and smiled. We clicked glasses and took a drink. He set his glass down on the table and gazed at me like a tiger about to be set free from his cage. I took another little sip and made conversation to buy some time.

“So, Sheremy, did you finally finish writing your epic erotic romance novel?”

“You mean, The Harem?”

“Yes.”

“I have one further chapter to write, which I should be able to finish later tonight. Then I’ll email it out tomorrow and see what kind of response I get.”

“Congratulations. That’s exciting. I’m so proud of you, Sheremy.”

“Thank you, Chantelle. I’ve started working on a new story. As my one and only reader, you might find it particularly interesting. It’s a continuation of The Harem.”

“That does sound interesting. I’m anxious to read it. What’s it about?”

“Sexual obsession. I’ve developed quite a fondness for the main character.”

“Does it have a title yet?”

“Book Two of the series will be called, Chantelle’s Dilemma…”

I stood absolutely still for a moment. I took a swallow of champagne to get my bearings. I began to feel nervous suddenly, as if I had unwittingly wandered into the cave of a wild bear. My hands began to tremble slightly. Jeremy noticed and took the glass out of my hands to set it down so it didn’t slip through my fingers and shatter into a thousand pieces on the floor. I moved a few steps away from him in the room and he countered, like an animal stalking his pray. I noticed the two boxes in silver wrapping on the table.

“What are those?” I asked, in order to change the subject.

“I bought a few gifts for you, Chantelle,” he purred.

“You didn’t have to do that, Sheremy.”

“I wanted to welcome you to LA. Go ahead. Open them.”

I opened the first package and pulled out two extremely sexy lingerie outfits. The first was a light blue silk and the second a creamy see-through lace, with matching crotch less panties, thigh high sheer stockings and designer heels.

Of course, I couldn’t possibly put it on, if that’s what he was planning. I’d feel intensely vulnerable and I had no idea if it would even fit. I’d never in my life seen lingerie that, when worn, could make you feel even more naked with a man than if you were totally nude.

“Very pretty,” I said.

“I thought so,” he replied.

I set the lingerie and shoes out on the table, while Jeremy watched over me with the eyes of a hawk.

“Open the other box,” he said.

Out of the second box I pulled out one of Jeremy’s famous little black bags. Inside the zipper I immediately recognized all sorts of the oils and naughty sex toys from his novel. I could feel my heart beginning to beat very rapidly in my chest.

“Thank you, Sheremy.”

“I would like you to try one on for me, Chantelle…”

“Now?” I asked, my voice quivering.

“Yes. Now, Dr. Bichon…”

By the tone of his voice, it wasn’t a request. My breath became shallow and I felt light-headed. My character from his novel was about to leap off the page and become a reality. I was frightened and thrilled at the same time. But did I really want this? Could I handle that kind of a relationship? I picked up my drink, in the same way Cynthia did in the coffee shop, just to have something to hold on to.

“Which one?” I asked, stalling for time.

“I’d like to see what you look like in sheer lace. The bathroom is down the hallway to the right. I’ll wait here for you, Ma Cherie.”

The power imbalance had now shifted completely. Whether it was right or wrong, I had reached the point of no return with my former patient. I took a sip of my champagne and handed Jeremy the glass. He set it back down next to his glass on the table and turned to face me. I looked down in a demure fashion and then coquettishly back up into his ocean blue eyes.

“As you wish… Master Sheremy.”

Coming Soon by Paul Preston!

The Memoir of Veronica Wells

I watched Dane take off all his clothes, revealing his hard muscled body. He lifted my legs all the way over my head and secured my left leg to my left arm with his necktie and my right leg to my right arm with his belt, very tightly, in a V-shape over my head. While holding my legs up in this vulnerable position, Dane attacked me with his tongue, licking me over and over in between the cleavage of my cheeks, over my most intimate spot and through the inner and outer folds of my labia. He took my clitoris in his mouth and sucked on it with a passion that no other man in my life has come close to. I moaned with pleasure, my hips trembling as he made me come a second time with his mouth and lips and tongue.

“Get inside me now, Dane…”

Dane’s large shaft filled my womb, thrusting wildly into me, my bound thighs trembling again. He kept pumping into me until I felt like I was about to explode inside. Dane groaned out and I felt his semen shoot out deeply into my womb. He pulled out and continued to ejaculate over my breasts, his semen shooting out in streams. I’d never seen so much semen explode out of a man before. He kneeled over me and slid his wet penis through my open lips, filling my mouth with his warm come.

“Look at me, Veronica.”

I looked up into his eyes and he watched me as I swallowed a mouthful of his semen. Only after I sucked out the last drops did he release me from the bondage and we cuddled up tightly in bed. I felt an odd mixture of being liberated and imprisoned at the same time. It was the sexiest night of my life by far and I felt happy and content for the first time in a long while. Dane squeezed and fondled my breasts until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Late the next morning I woke up before Dane and stretched. His body was comforting and very warm next to me, radiating heat like my own electric blanket for the cold desert nights. I watched Dane sleep and felt so incredibly happy inside to have him next to me. I couldn’t imagine going to bed and waking up without him now. His body was cut like the sculpture of an alabaster Greek God, without an ounce of fat on him. His sandy hair was beginning to grow out from the short military cut and the only hairs on his body was a dusting of blond hairs on his thick-veined forearms and the light wispy almost transparent hairs leading downward under his navel and penis. He was aroused in his sleep, the white bed sheet barely covering his erection. Dane always seemed hard with me, like a beast that was always hungry, always needing to copulate. He had just come a great deal a few hours ago, inside my vagina, all over my breasts and into my mouth. How could he be so stiff again, so fast? I couldn’t help myself and lifted the sheet off his penis without waking him to get a better look. His thick hairless shaft was beautiful to me, standing up at attention like a soldier. It seemed to be painfully throbbing with blood. I wondered how he could possibly sleep with his enormous erection. I wanted to touch and stroke it to relieve him of the pressure, but didn’t want to wake him.

I thought of the past men I was with sexually, in high school and in community college, as well as the student I was attracted to at Pima Medical Institute, but had never slept with. I liked to have sex; it came naturally to me and I thought I had a healthy attitude about it. But I had never become obsessed by sex and a man’s body as I was with Dane. I liked how controlling he was over me. It aroused me and I wanted to give him pleasure. The more control I gave him, the more aroused I became. I wanted Dane to be my boyfriend and eventually more, perhaps. I kept staring at his lovely penis and knew what I wanted to do now, and every morning from now on.

I closed my eyes and slid my body down the bed to swallow his long penis as deeply into my throat as possible. I pressed my breasts against his scrotum and sucked on his penis with the single-minded desire to not allow him out of my mouth until I made him come. I kept thinking of how he shot several streams of come onto my body and into my mouth late last night. I liked the taste and feeling of the mouthful of his come as it slid down my throat. It seemed so easy for me to suck and swallow Dane, like I was destined to meet this man and give him pleasure in this manner.

I heard Dane moan, wake up and felt him turn on his side. He thrust himself into my mouth with increasing speed and I kept my mouth and throat open for him. I heard him groan deeply and he emptied his come into my mouth. I swallowed once and this virile man filled my mouth a second time with his precious come. After he finished, he pulled me up by my shoulders and kissed my lips very tenderly.

“Thank you, Veronica. What a nice way to wake up. I’ll have that written into our contract…”

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