Chapter 43 :A Night for Three in a Hotel Room (Part 3)
New York, Manhattan, Greenwich village – Alex's POV
The air in the hotel suite was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a heavy perfume that clung to everything. Below me, Mary Jane trembled, a beautiful, ruined mess, her body slick and twitching from the onslaught of sensation, her cunt still dripping my cum onto the expensive sheets. Her green eyes were glazed, her red hair a wild halo around her face. I pulled out of her with a wet, sucking sound that made Gwen, watching from the armchair, let out a soft, appreciative sigh.
"Fuck, Alex," Gwen murmured, her own fingers still working slow circles between her legs. "Look at her. Just a used-up little thing, isn't she? All that energy, all that confidence within the group, and now she's nothing but a puddle of water."
I looked down at Mary Jane. She was perfection in her submission, every shudder, every gasp a testament to the control I held over her. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the dampness at my temples. My cock, still semi-hard and gleaming with her juices and my own release, twitched against my thigh. The energy was shifting, the frantic pace giving way to a simmering, post-coital hum.
I walked over to the minibar, the cool air from the open door a shock against my heated skin. I pulled out a bottle of water, cracked it open, and drank half of it in one long gulp. The cold felt good. Cleansing. Gwen unfolded herself from the chair and came to me, her lean, toned body moving with that effortless grace I loved. She pressed herself against my back, her small, perfect breasts flattening against my skin, her nipples hard points.
"You're a fucking animal," she whispered into my ear, her voice husky. Her hand snaked around my waist, her fingers tracing the lines of my abdomen before wrapping around my softening cock, stroking me slowly back to full, painful hardness. "My animal."
I turned in her embrace, capturing her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. I could taste herself on her lips, the tang of her own arousal. She moaned into my mouth, her body melting against mine. When we broke apart, both of us were breathing heavily.
"What's on your mind, Gwen?" I asked, my voice low. I could see the gears turning behind her bright blue eyes. This wasn't just about the afterglow.
She looked over my shoulder at the bed, at Mary Jane's prone form. "I want this," she said, her voice firm, clearer now. "I want to watch you do that. I want to be the one who tells her to get on her knees. I want to be the reason she begs."
"You are," I said, my hand tightening on her hip.
"I want more, Alex," Gwen breathed, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. Her eyes burned with a hunger that wasn't just physical—it was primal, possessive, almost regal. She pressed her body tighter against mine, her nails digging into my back as she spoke. "I don't just want to watch you fuck Mary Jane. I want to rule. I want a harem, Alex. Your harem."
"Are you sure you want me to find other women?" I asked, my voice low but steady. I needed to hear her say it, to lay it all out clearly.
"Imagine it, Alex," Gwen continued, her voice dropping to a purr, her breath hot against my ear. "Women like me, who love you, who're willing to share you because they know no one else could ever satisfy them the way you do, who understand what it means to be yours. And then there'll be the concubines, the ones like Mary Jane, women who'll kneel at your feet and beg for your touch, your seed, your command. Women who simply can't live without you. But me, I'll always be the first—your queen, the one you come back to no matter how many others you take. I'm not just another woman in your harem, Alex. I'm the one who rules by your side."
Her voice was firm, unwavering, and filled with a conviction that sent a shiver down my spine. She wasn't just asking; she was claiming her place—the first, the foremost, the one who stood above the rest. And in that moment, I knew there was no one else who could fill that role but her.
Her hand slid down my chest, her fingers trailing over my abs before wrapping around my hardening cock. She squeezed gently, her touch electric. "You're a king, Alex. And kings don't settle for one. They take what they want. All of it."
I exhaled sharply, my mind racing with the possibilities. The thought of having a harem—of being loved, worshipped, desired, obeyed—was intoxicating. But it was Gwen's role in it that truly captivated me. She wasn't just giving me permission; she was claiming her place as my queen, my equal in what we were building.
"You're right," I murmured, my voice thick with desire. "You will be their queen and their sister. And I… I'll be their king and their husband."
Gwen smirked, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Then let's start building your harem, Alex. One wife or concubine at a time." She glanced back at Mary Jane, her gaze sharp and calculating. "She's just the beginning."
I glanced back at Mary Jane. Her eyes were open now, watching us, listening. A fresh blush colored her chest. The idea of it, of a collection of beautiful women, all bound to me, all under Gwen's command, sent a jolt of pure, undiluted lust straight to my groin. My cock throbbed in Gwen's hand.
"It's a big responsibility," I said, my voice a rough gravel. "They'd have to be willing. Completely."
"They will be," Gwen said with utter confidence. "Who could say no to you? To this?" Her hand stroked my length, a firm, knowing pressure.
"But it has to be us. Always us," Gwen purred, her voice dripping with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down my spine. Her lips brushed against my ear as she continued, her breath hot and insistent. "You are my king, Alex. I am your queen. And while you can take whoever you want—fuck them however you please—they will always know where your heart lies." Her hand tightened around my cock, stroking me slowly, deliberately, as if to remind me of the power she held over me, even as she gave me free rein.
"They'll look at you and see the man who hold their heart, but when they look at me, they'll see the one who holds your's. The one you come back to, no matter how many others you take." Her fingers trailed up my chest, her nails scraping lightly against my skin as she tilted her head, her bright blue eyes locking onto mine. "Fuck them. Breed them. Command them. But remember, Alex, it's always you and me. Always."
Her words were a declaration, a binding promise that settled deep in my chest. She wasn't asking to rule over the others—she was demanding her place as mine, as the one who stood above them all, not through dominance, but through the unshakeable bond we shared. And in that moment, I knew there was no one else who could ever claim that role.
"For now," I said, cupping her face, "this is enough. Handling the two of you is a full-time job. I'm already having a hard time keeping up with just you and one insatiable redhead." I nodded toward the bed. "Adding more… I'd need to be able to fuck for days on end without stopping. I'm not there yet."
Gwen's smile was wicked. "Yet," she repeated, latching onto the word. "You will be. I know it. Your body… it's changing. I can feel it. You're getting stronger. Harder. You last longer." She leaned in, her lips brushing mine. "It's only a matter of time before you can handle a dozen of us."
From the bed, a soft, desperate whimper cut through our conversation. We both turned. Mary Jane was on her elbows now, her gaze fixed on my cock in Gwen's hand. Her own hands were clenched in the sheets, her knuckles white. A fresh trickle of my cum leaked from her well-used pussy down her thigh.
"Please…" she breathed, the word barely audible. "Please, Sir… Alex… I'm so empty… I need it again… I need you to fill me…"
Gwen's laugh was a sharp, beautiful sound. "See? Even now, she can't help herself. She hears us talking about sharing you, and all she can think about is getting your cock back inside her worthless cunt." She released my cock and gave me a gentle push toward the bed. "Go on. Your first subject is begging for her king."
The break was over. The conversation had only stoked the fire higher. I moved back to the bed, my shadow falling over Mary Jane. She looked up at me, her expression a perfect blend of worship and raw need.
"You heard your queen," I said, my voice dropping into that dark, commanding register that made her shiver. "You're empty. You're dripping my seed all over these expensive sheets like a common slut. We can't have that."
I grabbed her ankles, my hands encircling them easily, and hauled her toward me, her body sliding effortlessly across the damp linen. I lifted her legs, pushing them back until her knees were near her shoulders, putting her entire body on display, opening her up completely. The mating press. Her tight, pink hole was exposed, glistening, swollen from my previous fucking. My huge cock, now fully hard and aching, slapped against my stomach, leaving a wet smear.
"Look at you," Gwen said, resuming her seat in the armchair, her fingers already back at her clit. "Absolutely pathetic. You can't even hold his cum inside you. You're just a leaky little vessel."
I positioned the thick, bulbous head of my cock at her entrance. She was so wet, so open, but still so impossibly tight. I could feel her inner muscles fluttering, trying to accommodate me. I pushed forward, just an inch, and she cried out, a sharp, gasping sound.
"Oh god! Yes!" she moaned, her head thrashing on the pillow. "It's so big… fuck… it stretches me so full…"
"Tell me what you are," I commanded, not moving, letting her feel the unbearable pressure, the stretch.
"I'm your cocksleeve!" she cried out immediately, the script we'd practiced falling from her lips without thought. "I'm your dumb, breedable fucktoy! My pussy is yours to use! Please, Sir, fuck your seed back into me!"