I was quite hesitant about posting this, but since I’ve already wrote it… Desire Harem is a series revolving around a high-class brothel of the same name, set in a world where psychics are the norm. The brothel provides some special services for people with exotic taste/fetish (and capable of paying the equally exotic pricetag), and not just that for the heterosexual. Be warned, if you aren’t comfortable with any of such content, don’t read.

Synopsis: The Harem gets a new addition, but he is not completely unfamiliar to them at all.

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Chapter 1 : Alecis

When a person wakes up to find himself naked and tied up, eight out of ten times, nothing good will happen. If you are blindfolded and gagged as well, up that statistics to eleven out of ten times. It is most likely that you will panic as you don’t know what is going on, but for me, chances are that I know exactly what is going on.

But unfortunately, this is one rare chance that I was not informed of why I’m in this state. You see, I am what you call a male prostitute, and I’m a damn expensive one because of where I work and the very special service I provide. That explains why I’m so familiar with being in a trussed up manner. But it does not explain why I’m waking up to find myself bound down when I’m supposed to have a holiday.

Arms chained to the headpost above my head? Check. Knees spread to each side and lifted up by chains hanging from the pulley above to form a ninety degrees angle? Check. Shackles around my ankles, pulling them downwards so I will not be able to raise my feet? Check. Restrained in such an expert way that I will not be able to move but will not be uncomfortable? Check.

Oh yeah, somebody is going to face my wrath when I get out of this. There are only a few people who could have done this to me without my knowing. And I know all of them. Personally.

Then I heard the door open, and somebody stepping in. The door then clicked shut behind him, and that person came to stand by my bed. A hand reached out to undo the ball gag and right after it was pulled away, a deep baritone greeted me.

“Hello there, Alecis.”

I gasped, and my eyelashes brushed against my blindfold as my eyes snapped wide open. Him!

“I see you remember me.”

I was too stunned by his sudden appearance in my room to respond, until he leaned down to cover my mouth with his own. A warm tongue slipped through my lips to tangle with mine, and I reacted to it instinctively.

It felt good to kiss him. He was one of the greatest kisser I have ever known, and I’ve kissed a lot more people than an average person does, so that’s saying something. I was released a long moment later, feeling warm, fuzzy and very short of breath. He chuckled as he drew away and I hastened to catch my breath so as to speak, “Jeri, what are you doing here?”

“Can’t I visit my once beloved pet that I gave away?” The familiar mocking tone, slowly dragged out to sound like a purr, sent shivers down my back. The moan that nearly escaped turned sharply into a gasp as he trailed those long slender fingers down my sensitive inner thighs, and I tried unsuccessfully to squirm away from his touch. Soft laughter rolled from his throat. “My new pets just couldn’t keep my attention for long.”

“You don’t mean you missed me, do you?” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them, and neither was I able to stop the bitterness from leaking through. Oh yes, the unwanted negative feelings that I felt after he relinquished his claim on me were still strong after all this time. It was just hidden. Very well hidden. Until now.

I bit my bottom lip, knowing that an empath like him would have noticed the emotions that surged within me, so I did not bother with hiding them. Having him here was doing crazy things to me, upsetting my balance and my feelings, my thoughts… The mask facade of ‘Icicle’ that I wore melted away in almost an instant and I felt angry with myself for being so useless.

“I do. And you missed me too, my Alecis.” He spoke, his voice soft but serious, and he leaned forward again to press a kiss onto my forehead. “That is why I am here.”

“Then why am I tied down like this?” I didn’t like his tone of certainty, so I changed the subject abruptly. “Byrlon overrode my holiday just because you, the esteemed Dezarsuel heir, bought my service for a night?”

“Actually, I did not do or know about this. Neither did I buy you for a night.”

My eyes narrowed behind the blindfold and I growled, “Byrlon decided to use me to bribe you for funds? Gee, I thought we were doing his business a lot of good.”

The deep rumbling laugh that was so uniquely Jeri’s rang out before he said with what had to be a smile on his face, “I think this is Byrlon’s idea of a gift.”

Putting Byrlon and the word ‘gift’ together in the same sentence makes me very uneasy, so I made my tone and words as sarcastic as I can, which is not a problem at all. “For what? Christmas came early by eight months?”

“How about I indulge in my gift first, then tell you later?” Naughty words said in a wicked tone, his warm breath tickled my ear before a hot tongue slide behind it. “I don’t want to waste time explaining now.”

I was about to demand that he explained it at that very instant, when he kissed me again. And I quickly forgot what I wanted to ask.

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You know what is mind-blowing sex? Not, it’s not just great sex. I have great sex on occasions. Only on very rare occasions is my mind quite literally blown out by it. Often, it’s with this guy that I’m trying my best to glare at. But my brain is all spongey after what he did to me, so forgive me if my glare looks like a sleepy stare.

He, being the nice wicked guy that I know he was, gave me this brilliant smile that say something like ‘I know what exactly you are thinking’ and I tried to put daggers in my look. He ruffled my hair as though I was some small child and I growled. I promised to myself that if he did that again, I’ll bite his hand off. And somehow, he must have understood what I was thinking again, and he very cooperatively removed them from my head. Shucks, and I was looking forward to biting him.

“I ran away from home.” His sudden declaration promptly shook me into semi-wakeness. He, the precious Dezarsuel heir, ran away from home? That gotta be something. Especially after Janz Dezarsuel took off some time ago. My gut gnawed at me in a fit of curiosity, and I was sorely tempted to ask him what the hell happened. He must have understood my look again, somehow, so he continued, “Father knows. And consents, though he tells it to no one.”

“What did you do?” I blurted out finally as I rolled onto my stomach, curiosity winning over drowsiness.

Jeri did not respond right away, but his warm palm absentmindedly moved over my back, stroking it like one do to a kitten. I decided to not complain because it felt too damn good. “I helped Janz escape with Ryriean Lawrun who ‘killed’ Pyroan.”

Oohh… this I didn’t know. Not that I’m particularly nosey about other people’s stuff, but this was news that should have made the covers of newspaper. Except unless Mikell Lawrun managed to keep it hidden, which I wouldn’t put it under him, that sly old fox. He could get away for doing things normal people can’t even imagine, so hiding that juicy family murder bit was nothing.

Sad though, since the siblings were very beautiful. What a great loss.

Wait a minute… weren’t Jeri and Pyroan best friends? Grew up together and almost shared the same boxers?

“You helped the murderer of your best friend get away?! And why’s your brother involved anyway?”

“Because Janz loves Ryriean. And they are good for each other.” I could never understand how Jeri could say the most shocking things with the calmest, even most soothing, tone. But I did detect a hint of bitterness entering his voice as he continued. “If only it didn’t take Pyroan dying to get them together, it’ll be much better.”

“Mikell Lawrun must be really pissed off then. He don’t have any heir left.”

The hand on my back paused. Then Jeri uttered softly, almost inaudibly if we weren’t this close together. “Oh yes… he was very angry.”

It took a bit of time for my mind to arrived at a certain conclusion. “He took it out on you?”

Again, that unpredictable bastard did not answer. He just looked at me with those deep eyes of his for the longest time ever, before he began unbuttoning his shirt. I blinked, caught offguard by his actions, until he turned and showed me his back.

I gasped.

All sorts of scars crisscrossed his once flawless back, and I can see that at least six of the bigger ones broke the skin deep enough that it could have harmed muscles on his back permanently. And a lot of them had just healed, or are still healing.

I touched my fingers to the worst of them, a long thick scar that ran diagonally down his back, and noticed belatedly that my fingers were shaking. It took me several attempts to get my throat to work, and it was not because that I felt like sleeping. Hell, I haven’t felt this since I last woke up. “Well… this looks worse than my back when you just bought me…”

“I know.” He half-turned to look right at me again, a sinewy motion that I didn’t think he would be capable of because I’m pretty damn sure that his back should still be hurting. “I now understand why you refused to let me touch it then.”

I continued running my fingers along those hideous lines lightly. “I have some medical balm for scars. Byrlon gave it to me. If you apply it daily, it won’t look too bad in the future… He only left scars on your back? Did Mikell go easy on you or something?”

“He only left the visible marks on my back. But it’s not like I’m going to enter the modelling industry, so don’t worry about it.” Again, his tone held that damn infuriating calmness, though I could tell that he wasn’t comfortable with where our little conversation was heading as I felt the muscles beneath my fingers tensing up. “Unlike you, I don’t have to show my back frequently to our customers.”

Perhaps I’m more tired than I think I am after all, because I blinked at him for a long while before I came up with a very intelligent response. “What?”

Taking advantage of my pause in action, he put his shirt back on and shifted back to his original position to take my chin between his fingers, and smirked at me. “Oh… didn’t I tell you that Byrlon and I decided that I shall work here starting from tomorrow? My role will be your ‘Owner’, my darling Icicle.”

An extended moment of exaggerated silence please, ladies and gentlemen, while my brain shuts down, reboots, and runs the operating system again.

“JERI F*CKING DEZARSUEL!!”

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