Page 147 of Owned (Office Intrigue Duet 8)
Was it wrong that I was wondering what it might look like for a woman to be engaged in an act like that? A female possession.
Talon’s finger tapped my leg, and I glanced down, noticing he was pointing in the opposite direction. I shifted my attention to find another scene, this one just as wickedly hot. On the opposite side of the pool, Leah was reclined, watching as her husband deep-throated the possession’s cock right in front of her. Clearly she’d set up the scene, because they were positioned so she had the best view. Not that my view was bad, either.
“Does this always happen?” I asked, surprised my voice came out at all.
“Yes. At this point, all inhibitions have been discarded. The Owners are generally comfortable, having spent so much time here. They’ll be at it until they retire for the evening. It’s also common practice when the Owners aren’t here. You’ll find the trainers and possessions in various situations from time to time. I’ve had them holding back this week.”
I glanced back at him over my shoulder. “Because of me?”
“Figured I would ease you into it.”
I looked around, my gaze halting on Laura Dunbar, who was sitting in another lounge chair, her possession laid out in front of her on his back, his head at the foot end of the chair, his legs draped over her knees while she fisted his cock, which was standing up straight from his body. She seemed right at home, observing those around her while she leisurely stroked him. I wasn’t even sure she realized she was doing it, although it was obviously her intent. Her hand was curled around the long and somewhat narrow stalk of flesh, moving up and down while she checked out the others.
“On the float,” someone called out from my left.
I looked over to see Gideon in the pool, holding an enormous silver float that had to be five feet by five feet and possibly four inches thick while a possession climbed up on it. This one a woman.
“On your back,” he instructed. “Feet in the water.”
The slender redheaded woman lay back, spreading her legs, putting everything on display. She bent her knees, let her feet drag in the water.
It was then Gideon stepped between her legs, pushing her knees wide. I inhaled sharply when Gideon leaned down and put his mouth on the possession’s pussy.
“Do the trainers do that often?” I whispered the question at Talon.
“Only when they’ve got an interest.”
Which I took to mean Gideon did.
Gideon paused, looked intrigued as he peered around. He then crooked his finger for … holy crap, that was Cody now stepping down into the water, heading toward them.
“On the float. Sixty-nine her,” Gideon said.
Cody didn’t hesitate, climbing up onto the float, straddling the woman’s head. I expected the float to sink beneath their combined weight, but it appeared it was made to hold firm in the water. Then they were working each other, the woman taking Cody’s cock in her mouth, Cody’s tongue lapping between her splayed thighs. And there was Gideon, with an up close and personal view, as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
I watched them, wondered what Gideon was saying to Cody, because his mouth was moving, but his voice didn’t project.
My body had warmed a few dozen degrees, spurred on by the erotic encounters taking place around me. I was so caught up in them I shrieked when Talon scooted to the edge of the chair, urging me to my feet.
“Where are we going?” I asked when he planted his hand at the small of my back and guided me toward the pool house.
“For a bit of privacy.”
I realized privacy was relative considering there were three of Talon’s possessions following closely behind us.
Then again, considering one full side of the pool house and the ceiling were constructed of windows, the wall of which was open, it wasn’t like we were shielded from much. It was only a tad more private than the cabana. I could still hear the conversations taking place outside, as well as some splashing in the pool.
Talon continued to lead me alongside the Olympic-sized pool, past the cushioned lounge chairs lining the outer side of the space, heading toward the opposite end, which consisted of outdoor furniture that was likely nicer than any indoor furniture I owned. The U-shaped sofa seated at least twelve, while an oversized ottoman sat in the middle.
With merely the nod of his head, Talon seemed to instruct his possessions. Ari and Taurus quickly repositioned the ottoman so that it butted up against the sofa, creating what could easily pass as a bed.
And then I was on it, giggling as Talon crawled over me, his mouth finding mine.
Unable to resist touching him, I slid my hands beneath the white T-shirt he wore, urging it upward until he got the hint. With one hand behind his head, he pulled the cotton free, tossing it aside.
