Chapter 240 THE HAREM BUTLER pt 4

Chapter 240 THE HAREM BUTLER pt 4
Ethan woke up the following morning with a deep soreness in every muscle and a confusing ache in his chest. The memory of last night's dinner meeting still burned behind his eyes. Being tied down and used while the women casually discussed multimillion-dollar deals in front of their investors had pushed him further than he had ever imagined. Yet the most intense part was not the public humiliation or the endless rotations of their bodies on his. It was the way Sophia had looked at him. The softness in her eyes when she rode him slowly. The gentle way she had stroked his hair afterward.

He wanted more of her. Not just her body. Her.

He showered quickly and prepared breakfast with extra care. When the women entered the dining room, his eyes immediately found Sophia. She wore a deep burgundy blouse that clung to her full breasts and a black pencil skirt. She gave him a small, private smile that made his cock twitch.

"Good morning, Ethan," Victoria said first, her tone crisp. "You handled last night well. The investors were impressed. Today will be even more demanding. We have the full board dinner tonight. Eight guests. High stakes."

Ethan nodded, serving their plates. "I understand, Miss Kane. I will be ready."

Sophia reached out and brushed her fingers along his wrist as he poured her coffee. "You always are," she murmured just loud enough for him to hear. "Such a good boy for us."

The praise sent warmth flooding through him.

The day unfolded with relentless intensity.

Victoria took him first in her office after breakfast. She made him bend over her desk again, this time fucking him with her strap-on while she reviewed contracts on her laptop. Her thrusts were deep and methodical.

"You are getting tighter back here," she noted clinically as she drove into him. "We will have to use you more often like this. Stay quiet. I have a call in three minutes."

Ethan bit down on his arm to muffle his moans as she pounded him. His cock leaked steadily onto the floor beneath the desk. She did not let him cum.

Lena claimed him next in the gym. She pushed him onto the mats and rode his face until she came twice, grinding her wet pussy against his tongue while calling him her favorite slut. Then she made him fuck her from behind against the mirrored wall, demanding he go harder each time.

"Look at yourself," she growled, watching their reflection. "Look at how desperate you are for our pussies. Pathetic and perfect."

He fucked her with everything he had, but again, release was denied.

Isabella used him in the library during her afternoon strategy session. She sat on his cock reverse while reading reports aloud, using slow, torturous movements that kept him on edge for nearly forty minutes. Her elegant voice never wavered even as her pussy clenched around him rhythmically.

"You are holding back so well today," she praised coolly. "We will reward you tonight."

But it was the private hour with Sophia in her suite that truly consumed him.

She pulled him inside and locked the door, then immediately pressed him against it for a deep kiss. Unlike the others, her kiss felt personal. Hungry in a different way.

"I could not stop thinking about you after last night," she confessed, unbuttoning his shirt. "The way you looked at me while I was riding you in front of everyone. It made me so wet."

Ethan groaned and cupped her heavy breasts through her blouse. "I feel the same, Miss Sophia. I know I should not. But I like you. Really like you."

Sophia paused, searching his eyes. Then she smiled softly and pushed him toward the bed. "Dangerous words, baby. But I like hearing them. Come here. I need you inside me."

They undressed each other quickly. Sophia climbed on top of him and sank down onto his thick cock with a long moan. She was soaking wet. The heat of her pussy enveloped him completely.

"Fuck, you fill me so perfectly," she whispered, rolling her hips in deep circles. "No one else feels like this."

Ethan gripped her full ass and thrust up into her, matching her rhythm. Their bodies moved together with surprising intimacy. Sophia leaned down, kissing him as she rode him harder. Her breasts pressed against his chest, nipples stiff.

"I wish I could keep you all to myself sometimes," she admitted breathlessly between kisses. "The others would be furious. But the way you look at me... it makes me want things I should not want from our toy."

Ethan's heart raced. He flipped them over suddenly, pinning her beneath him. For the first time, he took more control. He drove into her with long, powerful strokes, watching her face contort in pleasure.

"Is this okay?" he asked, voice rough.

"Yes," Sophia moaned loudly. "Fuck me harder, Ethan. Give it to me."

He pounded her deep, the wet slap of their bodies filling the room. Sophia wrapped her thick thighs around him and dug her nails into his back. She came hard, crying out his name as her pussy spasmed around his cock. The sensation nearly broke him.

"Please let me cum inside you," he begged, still thrusting.

"Not yet," she panted, though her eyes were soft. "Save it for tonight. I want you desperate when all of us use you on the table."

She kissed him tenderly afterward, stroking his hair as his throbbing cock remained buried inside her. "You are special, Ethan. Never forget that."

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By evening, the mansion was prepared for the important board dinner. Eight powerful guests, four men and four women, arrived in expensive cars. The long dining table was set with crystal and fine china. Ethan served the courses flawlessly in his full uniform, but the tension in the air was electric.

Halfway through the main course, Victoria stood up.

"Gentlemen and ladies, our butler Ethan has been an exceptional addition to the household. Tonight we will demonstrate exactly how exceptional he is."

At her signal, Lena and Isabella cleared a large space at the head of the table. They stripped Ethan completely in front of everyone. His cock stood rock hard, flushed and leaking. The guests watched with a mix of shock and clear arousal as the women tied his wrists and ankles securely to the sturdy dining table, spreading him out like a feast.

He lay completely exposed, heart pounding, cock pointing straight up.

The business discussion continued around him as if it were normal.

"Shall we begin?" Victoria asked the table.

Sophia was the first to climb onto the table. She hiked up her dress, revealing she wore no panties, and straddled Ethan's face. "Service me while we talk numbers," she said sweetly.

Ethan licked her eagerly as the conversation flowed. Her sweet, familiar taste flooded his mouth. Sophia ground down on his tongue while discussing profit margins.

Lena went next on his cock. She sank down onto him in one motion and began riding him steadily while arguing a point about market expansion. "Fuck, he feels good tonight," she groaned casually to the guests.

Isabella took his mouth after Sophia, using his tongue with elegant precision while Victoria stroked his chest and pinched his nipples.

They rotated freely. Mouth, cock, hands. All four women used him openly while the board meeting continued. Guests asked questions, made offers, and sipped wine as Ethan was fucked and sucked in front of them.

Sophia returned to his cock later. She rode him slowly, looking directly into his eyes. "You are doing so well, baby," she whispered for only him to hear. "I love how hard you stay for me."

Ethan moaned against whoever was on his face at the time. The pleasure was overwhelming. His body trembled with the need to cum, but the women kept edging him expertly.

Victoria finally addressed the table during a lull in discussion. "Ethan will not cum until the deal is finalized. Consider it motivation for all of us."

The night stretched on. The women took turns riding him, using his mouth, and teasing his body. Sophia rode him the most, her movements more affectionate, her touches lingering. The contrast between the professional negotiations happening around the table and the filthy, wet sounds of sex made everything ten times more intense.

By the time dessert was served, Ethan was a sweating, trembling mess. His cock was deep red and throbbing, covered in their combined juices. The women showed no signs of stopping.

And the meeting was far from over.