Chapter 11

5:27 PM local time
Uncle Cameron’s Fish and Chips

“Hey, Tara,” I acknowledged my high school crush as she sat with us at the rather excellent seafood eatery.

“Hey, Jack. It’s good to see you again. Good call on the meeting place, too. I love seafood, even if it’s harder to get seafood from outside Florida’s coasts these days. Good thing that we have two coasts, not one, and plenty of local options. The crab cakes are especially nice!” Tara greeted me as I surprised her with a kiss to her hand.

“Yeah, well, I’m partial to seafood myself. It might be why I don’t mind certain acts as much as some other guys. I’d apologize for being crass or crude, especially with such an elegant young lady, but you’re about to join the harem. That is my understanding of the situation. Hence why I can speak so frankly with you, but also why I kissed your hand. The kiss is meant to signal to everyone present that you’re mine and they shouldn’t try to poach you.

“Make no mistake of what kind of arrangement you’re entering here. It’s a life of sexual servitude, something that my other concubines already made peace with, as you can see. I don’t want there to be any kind of confusion here. Are you confident, certain even, that you want this? If not, go back to your old man or find somewhere else to be. I don’t want to be harsh. I want you to be with me, but I won’t lie to you. I also can’t take anyone into my house that isn’t one of my concubines, part of my harem. I don’t want anyone undercutting my authority,” I now stipulated.

It might sound more romantic or Hallmarky or Hollywood to grant an unconditional place in my household for someone, whatever she did or felt about me, but I wasn’t made like that. I didn’t roll that way. There could be plenty of men and women who didn’t have to obey me, but I refused to live in a house where I wasn’t the master anymore. Dylan had his turn as the boss. Now it was my turn. I would be in charge, in command of my home, and let other folks do what they pleased, but only elsewhere. I would never be ruled or subjected to another person’s will again, not in my own house.

“Oh, Jack, I’m quite happy to be your slut, if that’s what you’re saying. I’m well aware of the price of admission. I’ve always liked you that way. I just didn’t think that you were an acceptable mate for a proper Mormon girl. Well, I’m not a proper Mormon girl anymore. Or LDS or whatever the Church wants to call us anymore. I don’t care. I have lost any faith in that rubbish. It’s clear that the Church is corrupt and its latest ‘revelation’ about concubinage is proof that their decision to ditch polygamy was only an act of political convenience.

“They have no credibility with me now. They judge me for modeling, which made me feel alive, when they don’t practice what they preach. I guess that I’m jaded now, but so be it. Jaded or not, my ass is yours now,” Tara blushed at her own use of profanity right then, in spite of herself.

“Okay, then. Undress. Right here. Right now. Prove that you’re serious. Remove all of your clothes. I want to see what I’m getting here. If your ass is mine, I want to see it now,” I instructed Tara, who immediately began disrobing in front of all of the other patrons.

By now, I ordered my food and that of my concubines, so the servers got a good, up close and personal view of Tara’s increasingly unclothed body. It must not have been too shocking, which was probably due to the growing number of naked or half-naked concubines throughout the Republic of Florida these days. They openly admired or ogled Tara’s bare skin, but they didn’t act offended or object to her state of undress. In fact, when Tara’s bottom was exposed, several of them took pictures of it and one made a point of kissing the seat when she stood up for a second. They were visibly aroused, no doubt of that fact.

“So ... if I’ve proven my sincerity, take me home ... please. My new home ... with you, sir. Or should I call you ‘Master’? I’m your plaything now. Do with me and my body as you wish, as they are yours. For life. I’ll sign whatever paperwork you ask of me. I’m yours. Own me. Keep me. Take me,” Tara fully surrendered to me now.

“In that case, give these clothes away. You won’t be needing them anymore. Sign this. It’s the legal document awarding me all rights to your body per the terms of concubinage under the Household Act. Then, when we’ve finished eating, get in the car with the rest of us. It will be crowded, but we’ll make it. Are we clear?” I commanded Tara now.

“Crystal ... sir,” Tara answered with a wink.

Suffice it to say that supper was a nice seafood dinner, but dessert was another matter entirely. Dessert was my brand new concubine and her delectable body. Few treats could be sweeter than that.