Page 66 of Owned (Office Intrigue Duet 8)
No, what Braelyn needed was someone who knew how to pamper her, to treat her like the treasure she was. It was a new role for me, one I wasn’t sure I would succeed at, but because of this strange fascination I had with her, I was willing to try.
And yes, perhaps she needed a dominating hand when it came to sex. After all, I wasn’t imagining her reactions to me. They were real and they deserved to be explored further.
But not tonight.
Once I finished my drink, I left the empty glass on the table and ventured down the stone steps to the pool. As I approached, the large glass doors that separated the indoor pool from the outdoor pools opened, the clear panels retracting until they were hidden within the walls. There were three main pools in total, utilized day and night throughout the year thanks to the relatively consistent temperatures.
It wasn’t unusual for some of my employees to be in residence, working from here out of necessity or sometimes simply pleasure. I didn’t mind their presence, and they were welcome to hitch a ride on the company jet when it was coming or going. However, most of the time, it was the three trainers who resided in the Owners’ Retreat and the possessions they were working with who took advantage of the outdoor space.
One might think having a training facility for those who sought to be owned by another was excessive. After all, what could I possibly be teaching them that they didn’t already know? The short answer was: everything. Those who came to the island lived here with the hopes of becoming someone’s property at some point. During their stay, they were owned by the trainers who were responsible for them, treated in the same manner they would be treated in the real world. Commanded, used, punished. Taught how to please sexually, to endure, enjoy, and satisfy a myriad of sexual fetishes. Those who sought my services tended to lean toward Domination and submission, hence the need for us to get them intimately acquainted with the tools of the trade.
On top of that, trainers were responsible for overseeing the interactions the possessions had with potential Owners and ultimately working with those Owners in an attempt to ensure the match that would be made was one that would endure time. While I couldn’t claim a one-hundred-percent success rate, the failure rate was miniscule.
Rather than go into the pool house, I remained on the patio, observing while one of the trainers finished a session with a possession. The possession was being led by a leash, and I figured it was for one of three reasons: punishment, reward, or training at a potential Owner’s instruction.
Neither trainer nor possession said a word to me before they disappeared, leaving me alone as was my request. A few minutes later, Corvin joined me. He had turned off the main lights, adjusted those in the pool, and retrieved a towel for when I was finished.
Corvin passed over another glass of brandy he’d prepared for me, and I stared at him for a moment, considering what would please me most right now.
“Undress me,” I commanded, watching the way his emerald-green eyes glittered with appreciation. “And stimulate me while you’re at it.”
Corvin immediately tended to my clothing, removing each piece slowly. Nothing was tossed about but rather set neatly on a table nearby. His hands roamed freely over the skin he revealed, his lips sometimes joining in. He took the liberty of touching and tasting, but he knew how far I would allow him to go, and he knew not to push those boundaries.
I did enjoy their touch, the exploration. There was a reverence to it, as though I was the most important thing in their world. And perhaps I was. I would never mistake it for love. Didn’t want to. They weren’t seeking love or affection; they required something else to be fulfilled, something that most of the world wouldn’t be able to wrap their heads around if they were privy to it.
A soft moan escaped me when Corvin’s hand grazed my cock as he was sliding my jeans down my legs. I peered down as his lips moved over my thigh, drifting lower until he had freed the denim from my feet.
Once I was naked, Corvin returned to stand before me, his hands going behind his back, head tipping downward as he waited for my next command.
I stepped away from him and made my way down into the water. It was cool enough to counteract some of the heat, but not enough to take the edge off my lust. I attributed that to Braelyn, to her responses, to how tight her pussy had been when it had clasped my fingers as she came so beautifully.
