Page 68 of Owned (Office Intrigue Duet 8)
Minutes ticked by as I used his mouth, fucking his face, rocking forward to drive as deep as I could.
“Suck hard,” I bit out.
When he did, I released his hair and he took over once more.
“Make me come. Now. Down your throat.”
His strangled groan sent vibrations through my shaft, right to my balls, driving me straight to the precipice and over. I exploded, lodged in his throat, jerking as my balls drained. And when I was finished, I relaxed for the first time that night.
Afterward, Corvin got out of the pool, brought me a towel, dried me off when I got to my feet. I draped the towel around my hips, tucked it in place to secure it, and turned my attention to Corvin.
“On the table,” I ordered.
Without question, he sat on top of the thick glass-topped table used for outdoor dining, reclining, his cock iron hard and eager.
“Make yourself come.”
While I finished the rest of my drink, I observed the way his big hand stroked his turgid flesh, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes locked on my face. He got off on me watching him, and I was more than happy to oblige.
“Now,” I commanded, my voice low, stern.
Corvin groaned long and low, his cock jerking in his fist, cum spurting onto his chest and stomach. My cock had already hardened again, but I ignored it. The damn thing was insatiable, and right now, as much as I wanted to flip Corvin over and drive deep into his tight, hot ass, I needed to refrain.
A few minutes later, I headed into the house, excusing Corvin for the night, sending him to his private space, where he could tend to his own needs again if necessary. Once was usually not enough for Corvin. But I knew him. Corvin wouldn’t indulge although there were no restrictions on the seven of them when they were on their own time, the few hours they were given at night. The only rule was they had to be ready for me at any given time. And they had to satisfy me.
Regardless of what I asked for.
SIXTEEN
Saturday, January 2, 2021
TALON
Last night, after having dinner and engaging in some rather inspirational entertainment with Braelyn, then taking the edge off with Corvin, it had taken every ounce of willpower I possessed to not go to her.
After returning to my room, the only thing I’d wanted was to return to her room, to defile her in the most primal ways, resulting in my body sinking into her wet, silky heat for hours on end. After that, I would’ve been content with sliding in bed and holding her for the rest of the night—something I’d never had the desire to do.
Yet somehow I managed to stay away.
Having indulged with Corvin hadn’t done anything to sate the ridiculous urge, but I imagine it had lessened the sting I would’ve experienced this morning. While I could’ve indulged for a few more hours, I chose to do something I hadn’t done in years: go to bed unsatisfied.
Of course, that meant waking unsatisfied, but no one ever said life would be easy, I figured.
Now, as I stepped out of the bathroom, showered, shaved, and dressed for the day, I noticed Auberon had brought in a rolling cart containing the clothing I’d ordered for Braelyn during the trip from Chicago. Ari was also there, standing near the door, awaiting my instructions as was his job today.
I took a moment to peruse the handful of items, moving them around to my liking, then separating three outfits from the rest.
Glancing at Auberon, I said, “Deliver these to Braelyn’s room, along with a note advising breakfast will be served precisely at eight. I expect her to be there.”
While he left to do my bidding, I decided I would make a brief detour to check on Ransom before I got my day underway.
Being that he would no doubt interact with many of the possessions once he ventured out of his villa when he was feeling up to it, I figured it made sense to give him an overview before he found himself front and center without the backstory of what transpired here on Sapphire Island. While I pegged Ransom as an open-minded man, I knew there were some things that required explanation. A resort full of unowned possessions was one of those things.
As was my early-morning routine, I strolled the grounds, observing the possessions as they performed their morning duties, some wearing the maximum attire allowed (which wasn’t much at all), some naked. Most would consider their nudity some sort of perversion on my part, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. There was a saying I’d heard: you have to break them down before you can build them up. That was very true. At least when it came to submissives of this caliber.
