Page 67 of Owned (Office Intrigue Duet 8)
“Strip,” I instructed, propping my arms on the side as I stared up at him. “Show me.”
It didn’t take Corvin long to disrobe, but he did so in a manner that enticed, showing off his muscular body.
I would not pretend I wasn’t completely fascinated by the physical aspects of my possessions. I was a visual man. I preferred them long and lean, with chiseled torsos, washboard abs, firmly toned arms. I wasn’t turned on by overly developed bodies, didn’t appreciate the thick, meaty types. They worked diligently to keep themselves in shape for me because that was part of our contractual agreement.
“Stroke your cock.”
I could see the way his chest began to rise and fall more rapidly, the lights from the pool shimmering off his phenomenal physique as he gripped his cock firmly, massaging slowly. His eyes remained on me, as did his full attention. Because there were plenty of others in residence, all of them having full view of what was transpiring out here if they were to merely look, Corvin would know that anyone could be watching him. He didn’t care. Nor did I. He was here for my pleasure. It wouldn’t have mattered if there had been a party going on a few feet away, he would’ve done exactly as I commanded, but I made a point never to exploit them. If I chose to put them on display, it was for my own personal enjoyment, no one else’s.
Setting my glass to the side, I stood tall in the water. “Over here. Kneel.”
Corvin moved toward me, his movements controlled as he went to his knees, his hand still firmly stroking his long, thick cock because I hadn’t instructed him to do otherwise. All my males were circumcised, all were well-endowed and groomed themselves so they were bare and smooth. After all, it was my preference.
“Hands behind your back.”
He clasped his hands behind him, his back straight, abs ridged, cock standing out proudly from his body.
I teased him with my fingers, sliding them over the long, hard shaft, grazing the pre-cum pooling at the tip, admiring the way his flesh throbbed under my touch. It wasn’t always about me taking from them. I didn’t give, per se, I merely explored because it turned me on. I cupped his heavy sac with my other hand, squeezing firmly, hard enough to elicit a guttural groan from him. Corvin liked to ride the edge of pain, something I’d learned shortly after his arrival here two years ago, him and his twin the most recent of my acquisitions.
Leaning forward, I took the swollen head between my lips, sucked him into my mouth. His body tensed immediately, his moans growing louder as I worked him with my lips and tongue. His chest muscles flexed, his abs, too, and I could see his muscular thighs were as tense as the rest of him. He would endure for as long as I wanted, which I tested for long minutes.
When I released him from my mouth, dropped my hand, there was no disappointed grunt. In fact, there was no sound at all. Corvin simply waited for what would come next.
“Join me,” I commanded, easing into the water and swimming away from him.
For the next half hour, that was what I did. I swam laps, trying to burn off some of the pent-up energy. Every so often, my gaze would swing up to the veranda, wondering if Braelyn was looking out her window, watching me. While I didn’t know her all that well, I sensed she was a voyeur. After all, I was aware she’d witnessed a couple of my encounters with my possessions. Neither time had she run away.
When I’d had my fill of nightly exercise, I hopped out, perching on the side, my feet dangling in the water. Corvin was instantly in front of me, a few feet away.
I motioned for him to stand between my legs, and he did without question.
“Tease me with your mouth.”
He stepped closer, his breath fanning the swollen head of my cock before he flicked it with his tongue. I moaned softly, never looking away as he began tormenting me. Every lap, every swipe of his tongue had my cock getting harder, thicker. Corvin was more forceful than the others, and I figured that had something to do with his own preferences. Still, he was world-class, like the others.
Long minutes passed as I let him lick and suck, enjoying his soft moans, his way of letting me know he enjoyed it as much as I did.
“Give me more.”
He indulged me, taking me into the heated cavern of his mouth, sucking me just the way I liked. He worked my dick with his tongue, applying the perfect amount of suction. When I slid my hand into his jet-black hair, gripping firmly, he paused, allowing me to control him. I pulled him in, pushing the head of my dick deep in his throat, holding it there, grunting from the hedonistic pleasure of controlling him.
