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My stomach sank, but I masked my expression because I’d agreed to play and the last thing I wanted was for Ransom to think I was unwilling.
“Come here,” Ransom instructed me.
Confused, I walked toward him. When he was close enough, he reached for my hand and spun me so my back was to his chest. His arms banded around me as he pulled me against him. He shifted his arms up, his fingers curling over my shoulders as he held me in place.
“Strip him,” Ransom told Cody. “Then do your worst, but he stays right here where he is.”
Cody had my shorts off in under a second, then he stepped between my legs, hooking my knees over his shoulders. He didn’t hesitate, taking my cock in his mouth while I was suspended between them, my torso just beneath the water’s surface.
“Is this what you want?” Ransom whispered in my ear, his words gruff.
I didn’t respond because we both knew it wasn’t. However, my body would’ve belied my answer because Cody was working my cock like a pro, and I couldn’t deny the pleasure that consumed me. I forced myself to watch him, acknowledging to myself that this would be the last time I was intimate with him. Regardless of what happened between Ransom and me, I could no longer go down this path. It wasn’t enough. Not for me. Not for Cody.
“Suck him harder,” Ransom growled, his arms tightening as though he was holding himself back.
Cody did as instructed, hoovering my cock like a vacuum, dragging my release from me despite my attempt to hold back.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“Come down his throat,” Ransom commanded, the words growled in my ear. “Come right down his throat and we’re done.”
If he’d known that those words cut me to the bone, I had to wonder if he would’ve taken them back.
Something told me I would not be pleased with the answer.
Seconds later, I came.
Moments after that, Ransom left.
THIRTY-THREE
Friday, January 8, 2020
Braelyn
Who knew I’d be good at being someone’s executive assistant?
Just a few days into it and I was happy to say I was getting the hang of it, and I was quite good if I did say so myself. More importantly, I was enjoying myself. Not only because Talon was making up new rules as we went along, insisting that his new assistant be much closer to him than his previous one. Although, that was certainly a bonus.
And fine, the dirty girl in me certainly enjoyed that aspect of the job, but what I was getting the most satisfaction from was being able to contribute to something bigger than myself.
Since Monday, I’d spent a good majority of my days dealing with the ins and outs of Owned, Incorporated, learning something new every single day. Turned out, it took a lot of effort to run a company this size. If someone thought it was easy to manage an app catering to something as sinful as owning a possession, they’d be wrong. Talon was very strict when it came to those who were allowed to be part of this world, and it required a team of competent people to keep things running smoothly. And if anyone ever thought Tiegan did not pull her weight, boy, were they wrong. The woman was a genius when it came to managing Talon and everything he expected to be handled. I could only hope I’d become as efficient as she was.
Luckily, I had some nice people willing to help me out. Unfortunately, Tiegan wasn’t one of them. I’d attempted to reach out to her on Monday afternoon, but she had yet to reply to my email. I was tempted to ask Talon about it but decided it would look too much like tattling, and that was the last thing I would be accused of doing. If Tiegan wanted to respond, she would. If not … well, I’d figure it out on my own.
No sooner had I sent an invite to one of the current Owners for a brief conference call to get an update on the status of their possession than Talon passed by my office door, barking a quick, “Join us. We’re in the conference room.”
Immediately I was on my feet, grabbing my laptop so I could take notes during the morning update. I found it far easier to type the details of these meetings than it was to handwrite them, something I’d recently learned I wasn’t all that fond of.
I strolled into the large conference room just a few feet behind Talon in time to hear Zion say, “Well, boss, you look well rested.”
Instantly I looked away, feeling several eyes shift toward me, including Talon’s.
Talon didn’t look any different than he did every other day. At least in my opinion. However, there was something different about him. He claimed it was my fault. And he’d told me this with a twinkle in his eye. Since the night in the pool, we’d spent every single night together. I was no longer residing in the guest room but had been moved into Talon’s bedroom without even realizing I had been. He’d simply had my clothes moved there. I wasn’t sure what that meant for us as far as a future went, but for right now, I was content to live in the moment.
