Page 190 of Owned (Office Intrigue Duet 8)
Talon walked to the edge of the pool, picked up a glass, took a sip. I was amused by his actions. For all of a second.
Then there was another snap of his fingers, and a mouth descended between my legs.
Jones.
“Oh, God,” I cried out. “More. Please. More.”
My eyes were rolling back in my head as I was assaulted by warm, wet tongues. Every now and then, I would look over at Talon, loving the way his eyes burned hotter as he watched the possessions teasing me.
Another snap of his fingers had them switching positions.
I smiled, relaxing as I stared up into the starry sky, Taurus now licking my pussy, Ari and Rolphe sucking my nipples.
They alternated like that for long minutes, never giving me enough to send me over. It was exquisite torture that I endured because I knew it pleased Talon.
Soon hands began to join the mix, caressing over my skin as water glided over me in warm rivers.
I moaned loudly when more mouths were added, my fingers and toes teased by their wicked ministrations.
“Talon… please…”
He approached, his eyes scanning all the hands and mouths on my flesh. “Tell me, dirty girl. What do you need?”
“More,” I demanded.
They gave me more, but it still wasn’t enough.
Not even close.
*
TALON
She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
And watching as our possessions pleasured her with mouths and hands … I could’ve watched for hours.
Probably the reason I let it go on for as long as I did despite the rigid state of my cock.
I’d been exploring more lately, inviting one or more possessions into our bed from time to time, gauging what my dirty girl enjoyed, attempting to give her what no one else in the world could provide. Although Braelyn belonged only to me, would always belong only to me, it seemed we’d developed a reverse harem if you would. The possessions who had once worshipped me now had a deep devotion to this woman. She’d become as much their Owner as I was.
She didn’t use them for sex the way I did, and I preferred it that way. I think Braelyn enjoyed how I could command them to pleasure her at will. It offered a unique dynamic that worked for us.
I’d also managed to coerce some of her dirtier fantasies out of her, one of which I would be indulging tonight.
“Talon … oh, God … I need to come. Please…”
I smiled to myself, snapping my fingers twice.
The possessions instantly stopped, and Braelyn’s frustrated groan made me laugh.
I took the liberty of carrying her out of the water and back into the cabana, where they joined us. After laying her out on the bed, I let them do the honors of drying her off, teasing her in the process, still using tongues and fingers to keep her hovering on the edge.
As she lay beneath the sensual assault, I saw her need; it glittered in her eyes. She was eager for more, but it was obvious she didn’t know my intentions.
Unable to resist any longer, I joined her, lying beside her, sliding my leg over hers and taking over for Taurus, plucking her nipple with my fingers while Jones nipped and sucked the other.
When I leaned down to kiss her, something I did quite frequently because kissing her truly was my addiction, Braelyn sighed into my mouth, her arms wreathing my neck.
It didn’t take long before the kiss ignited a firestorm in my blood, the way her tongue tangled with mine. I could taste her hunger, her desperation, knew she was riding that fine line now.
Rolling, I took her with me, draping her body over mine while I continued to nibble on her lips. When she pulled back, using her elbows to prop herself up, I decided it was time.
“Stay just like that,” I commanded. “Don’t move. Mouths on her.”
A second later, as the possessions began trailing lips and tongues along her back and thighs, Braelyn sighed, her eyes closing.
I brushed her hair back so I could see her face, watched as peaceful contentment replaced that hunger.
I didn’t take pleasure for myself. I didn’t need to. I got mine from watching her, my cock iron hard and aching simply from seeing her so content.
When her mouth returned to mine, I let my hands trail over her back, gliding over skin not covered by eager lips. When I snapped my fingers, the possessions retreated, kneeling all around us.
I took my time, continuing to stroke her as I repositioned her legs so she was on her knees, straddling my hips.
Clearly clued into something changing, Braelyn pulled back again, staring down at me.
I smiled then, letting her see the mischief in my eyes.
“What are you planning?” she whispered, a brilliant smile on her face.
“You’ll see.”
Taking her hips in my hands, I lifted so she was forced to push up with her hands. Then she was on all fours over me.
