Page 13 of Owned (Office Intrigue Duet 8)
I grunted from the suction of Auberon’s mouth, curled my fingers tightly, and pulled his head forward as I rolled my hips, using his mouth for my pleasure.
My thoughts drifted to the day I’d been introduced to Braelyn for the first time. Although our interaction had been brief, I hadn’t forgotten her. In fact, I hadn’t stopped thinking about her since then. I had no idea what it was about the woman, but she’d managed to do what no other ever had: intrigue me.
I groaned, continuing to pump my hips, thrusting my cock in and out of Auberon’s mouth until the first electric sparks of my impending orgasm began. And when I could take no more, I roughly jerked his head forward, forcing my cock into his throat, his lips wrapped firmly around my shaft. I pushed in as deep as I could go, held him there, gritting my teeth to stave off the orgasm for a few blessed seconds.
“Make me come,” I demanded, releasing his head to give him control once more.
He took over, graciously sucking me harder, faster, deeper. So fucking deep. I groaned, planting one hand on the window, holding myself rigid. I grunted and groaned, my spine tingling, my muscles clenching as he milked my cock. Locking my knees for leverage, I grabbed his head once more, thrust my hips forward, driving deep into his throat and letting myself go.
The orgasm would do nothing to sate the urges that plagued me. It rarely did. That was the very reason I had seven possessions, all used solely by me every single day in any manner I saw fit. Despite having exactly what I’d set out to have, I’d never been completely sated. Not once in my thirty-six years. But that didn’t stop me from continuing to search for what would.
Auberon did his duty of cleaning me thoroughly before I tucked myself away, righting my clothing. He returned to his position near the wall, awaiting my instruction.
“Have Tiegan come in here.”
Auberon silently slipped out of my office.
Of my seven possessions, Auberon had been with me the longest, and I tended to take him wherever I went, with the exception of the club or anywhere that involved BDSM or the like. I’d never shared my possessions with anyone and had no intention of doing so, which meant keeping them out of the public eye. I was selfish in that regard. No sense tempting others with something they would never have. They belonged to me; they served only me and always would. Well, with the exception of the queen I would one day have. They would serve her the same way they served me. Since I’d yet to meet a woman who was queen-worthy, we were all still awaiting the day.
When I had started looking for my first possession years ago, I hadn’t known what my intentions were entirely. Even now, those needs morphed and changed as time went by. The only thing I knew I didn’t want was a companion. A servant, yes—on both a household and a sexual level. Just not the intimacy that came along with a deeper relationship. Not with them.
For my first human acquisition, I’d searched high and low before I came across one who checked most of the boxes. I should’ve known better than to settle for almost. Our time together lasted all of a week. Because he had falsified his intentions during our initial meetings, unable to master the strict obedience I desired, I’d grown tired of his whining, releasing him during his probationary period.
The second lasted almost three weeks. On paper he had appeared to be what I was looking for, but reality had proven otherwise. He’d been a little too rigid for my tastes, too formal. Almost as though he lacked the humanity he should’ve been born with. If I wanted to fuck a robot, I would buy a fucking robot. I severed ties with him and we went our separate ways. No harm, no foul.
It was then I decided my options were too limited. It wasn’t like I could go to a club and pick out someone whose needs mirrored my own. Not without investing a tremendous amount of time, something I’d never really had much of. Not even a fetish club could provide that sort of intimate detail on a member. When some searches on the internet revealed nothing to gain through that route, either, I knew I had to come up with a way to cater to those with the same needs I had, because like it or not, I was not the only one.
So, I opted to design a website—which, years later, would ultimately convert into an app—one that would allow both Owners and possessions to seek out one another. It was a way of bringing likeminded people together. Due to the strict guidelines I set up, it had taken some time to develop and perfect, and even now we were continuing to tweak the process, but a determined man could and would achieve his goal. No doubt I’d been determined.
