My cock throbbed, my spine tingled as I admired the two of them.
Wanting to add another element, I raised my hand, crooked my fingers, my signal for Ari to join me. Obediently, he appeared at my side, not a single word spoken as he patiently awaited instruction.
I passed over my empty glass. “That’s all for now. Undress me.”
While Ari began the chore of removing my jeans and T-shirt, my attention returned to Corvin and Taurus. At the moment, Corvin was straddling Taurus’s chest, face-fucking him with a sensual grind of his hips, both men positioned so I could see every salacious movement as Corvin’s cock tunneled deep in Taurus’s eager mouth.
Once Ari had successfully disrobed me, I made my way to the tantric lounge chair that sat near the wall of the house. It was the piece of furniture I used most with my possessions. Thanks to its large surface area, as well as the curves and contours, it was designed to accommodate a variety of positions, hence the reason I had one in several rooms as well as all outdoor areas.
I took a seat, allowing my attention to shift between the two men on the ottoman and Ari, who was standing before me.
Staring up at the sexy blond with the lightest blue eyes and the most sensual mouth, I let my gaze rake over him momentarily. “Strip.”
It was the work of a moment for him to remove his jeans, the only article of clothing they were permitted to wear on the island.
Knowing better than to assume what I had in mind, once naked, Ari stood completely still, his full attention on me.
“Join them,” I instructed, relaxing back and stroking my cock lightly.
I did not have a favorite when it came to my possessions; however, I did have specific things I liked about them individually. With Ari, it was his uninhibited nature. He was always eager to explore with the others. Not once since he’d come to the island had he ever given me a problem; never had he endured even a second of punishment. And yes, I tested them all regularly, pushing boundaries to see just how far they were willing to go. At times, the others would give me grief, but never enough to have me opting to boot them. But Ari … he never questioned, never hesitated. He was exceptional in so many ways.
Stroking myself, I let the scene play out before me. Ari joined the fray, his sun-kissed skin glowing as Corvin and Taurus shifted their attention to him. And yes, I knew my possessions had specific preferences, as well. Especially when it came to one another. Taurus happened to be very fond of Ari.
The three possessions became a tangle of limbs, bodies rolling, grunts and groans drifting on the warm breeze as they endured the give-and-take that was no doubt designed for my benefit. The one thing that was a constant: they always pulled back before they orgasmed. It was a torture I enjoyed immensely, watching them balancing precariously on the edge of release, knowing they weren’t permitted to go over. If they did, the repercussions would be swift and brutal.
I cleared my throat to get their attention. “Join me.”
Based on the way they continued to touch and taste, one might think they hadn’t heard me, but they managed to make their way over, quickly and effortlessly.
I pointed to Corvin and Ari. “Your mouths on my cock.” Then nodded to Taurus. “Prepare Ari for my cock,” I commanded. “Start by using your mouth. Then your fingers.”
As we’d done numerous times before, the possessions shifted around so they could successfully take care of their duty. Corvin knelt on the smooth stone floor at my side, while Ari leaned over the curved end of the tantric chair, his head between my legs. Taurus disappeared from my view, kneeling behind Ari, who was offering himself up to the mouth that would tease and torment.
And then they began to worship their Owner as they’d been trained. Ari and Corvin alternated, laving my cock, sucking me in deep. Corvin’s skilled hand joined the mix, cupping my balls, teasing me in the ways he knew I enjoyed most.
For a moment, I closed my eyes and let the sensations consume me. The sound of the surf, the breeze, the grunts and groans of the three possessions, and the wicked, warm rasp of the mouths driving me higher and higher. Ari’s soft moans, spurred by the tongue rimming him, had vibrations traveling through my balls, my cock pulsing eagerly.
When I heard movement, I opened my eyes and turned my attention to Taurus, who had retrieved lubricant and began fingering Ari’s asshole, working him open for my cock.
When Corvin took my cock in his mouth again, I palmed the back of his head, keeping him there as he bobbed up and down. I tangled my fingers in Ari’s shaggy blond hair, holding his head up and forcing him to look at me.
“Stretch him wide,” I instructed Taurus, watching the pleasure contort Ari’s fine features.
Ari grunted and I could feel him attempting to rock against the fingers impaling him, but my firm grip on his hair held him in place. He moaned softly, legs spreading wider to accommodate.
Easing up on Corvin’s head, I instructed him to get the lube. He did without question, then began stroking my cock with a firm hand, prepping me to fill Ari’s ass. I grunted, the sensations far more than I expected. I hadn’t realized how close to orgasm I’d gotten. I gave myself only a moment to enjoy the sensation of his touch before motioning for him to leave me.
Then Ari was there, feet planted on the ground, straddling my thighs and the chair, facing away from me. With my hands on his hips, I guided him down, assisting him into position so I could work my cock into his tight hole. He held himself over me, allowing me to control his movements as I pulled him down, impaling him slowly.
When he was situated to my liking, sitting with my cock lodged deep inside him, I smacked his thigh, releasing his hips.
“Fuck yourself on my cock,” I commanded.
Ah, yes. Now this was what I enjoyed most. Ari began moving atop me, slowly at first, impaling himself as deep as he could. He was absolute perfection, the way his body shifted, his back muscles flexing beautifully as he undulated, lifting and lowering, his hips rolling as he fucked himself deep, soft groans and moans indicating he enjoyed it, too.
I allowed it to continue for a few minutes, luxuriating in the way Ari’s asshole clenched my dick, hot and slick and tight. The pleasure rolled through me, a constant buzz, a high I found only in what they offered me. I loved watching my cock disappear inside them, but, like usual, I was reaching my own point of no return.
“On the ottoman. Drape yourself over Corvin and fuck him,” I commanded Taurus.
There was no hesitation, not even a pause for lubricant before Taurus had Corvin flat on his back, knees up by his ears, and Taurus’s cock buried in his tight, eager ass. They knew exactly what I wanted to see and ensured I witnessed every single detail, heard every grunt, every groan of encouragement.
“You will come when I do,” I announced to the group, gripping Ari’s hips and jerking him down on top of me, driving my cock impossibly deep.
He groaned long and low, the punishing thrust clearly inching him closer to release.
At that point, I thrust upward as I pushed to my feet, forcing Ari to fall forward on the end of the chair, bracing himself as I began to slam home. No more slow and gentle. This was hard, rough. My thigh muscles screamed as I straddled the chair, but I gave it little thought. I was overwhelmed by the tight clasp of Ari’s asshole on my cock as I chased my own release.
The grunts and groans around me intensified as the possessions drove themselves toward release with my permission.
My orgasm crashed through me like the waves on the sand below. I groaned loudly, an aftershock triggered when my possessions joined me, their sharp cries signaling their own release, Ari’s asshole locking tightly around my cock and dragging the air from my lungs as another ripple of electricity shot through me.
And then it was over.
There were no words spoken when I pulled out, got to my feet, and made my way to my bedroom. Corvin remained with me, as was his duty on Friday, while the others went back to their chores. Corvin joined me in the shower, where I allowed
him to wash me, to tend to me because that was how he derived pleasure.
And when I extinguished the lights and turned in for a few hours, Corvin slipped out of the room while I drifted off with thoughts of Braelyn invading.
My last thought before I succumbed to sleep: had she enjoyed watching?
Because yes, I had known she was there.
*
Braelyn
Despite the fact I was standing still, my heart was beating a rapid tattoo in my chest.
I wasn’t sure what I had witnessed, but I was fairly certain my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. That had been Talon with three other men. Men who were not the same as the ones on the plane. The three men I’d never seen before … well, they’d been intimate. With Talon. With each other.
Like the incident on the airplane, I had found myself watching, intruding on someone else’s private moment, but I hadn’t been able to look away. At one point, I could’ve sworn Talon’s gaze had swung down to where I stood on the beach, but I couldn’t be sure. I had gone down to the water simply because I’d never been to a beach before, and it had been too inviting not to. If I had known I would’ve had a front-row seat to such an erotic encounter, I wanted to think I would’ve stayed in my room. However, now as I reflected on it, acknowledging the rush of pleasure I’d received from watching, I wasn’t sure I would have.
Mesmerized. That was what I’d been. Like on the plane, I’d been enthralled by the interactions between the men and Talon, all those sleek, muscular bodies moving together. But it had been the command in Talon’s voice, the dominance he clearly wielded that had kept me there, observing as he fucked—because there was no other word to describe what they’d done—the one man while the others did something similar.
Cold shower.
That was what I needed, so I hurried back inside once Talon and the others disappeared into the house.
Back in my room, I closed the door, leaned against it for a moment, and tried to catch my breath.
Something on the bed caught my eye, and I glanced over to see a pristine white box with a red silk ribbon wrapped around it.
Frowning, I pushed away from the door, headed for the bed. It wasn’t a big box—narrow and long—so I couldn’t imagine what was inside. Picking it up, I weighed it thoughtfully, curious as to where it had come from and what it was. It had decent weight for its size.
Too curious not to, I lifted the lid, finding a note sitting just inside. Retrieving it, I read the words scrawled in neat, feminine lettering: This might come in handy while you’re here.
I peeled back the delicate white tissue paper and stared down at the hot pink silicone vibrator. To my shock, a laugh escaped me, and I found myself smiling as I lifted it up.
No way had Talon left this for me.
Flipping over the card, I saw I was right. Tiegan’s name, in a feminine, curly scrawl, was on the other side.
My gaze shifted back to the vibrator, then to the enormous bed.
Should I?
Could I?
Considering my body was still throbbing, the answer was easy. I mean, a girl was only supposed to endure so much, right? First the airplane, now by the beach. I’d been witness to two live porn shows. I was due some relief, wasn’t I?
The next thing I knew, I was stripping out of my clothes, pulling back the blankets, and falling into the heavenly softness of the mattress and pillows.
Self-pleasure was something I was familiar with. It was one of the few ways I could ever achieve orgasm. I’d only had two sexual partners in my life, and I’d rarely found release easy to come by with either of them. I figured that had more to do with my expectations than someone else’s skill, but it didn’t change the fact.
Reaching over, I flipped off the lamp, but it didn’t do much to eliminate the light in the room. The gauzy curtains allowed in the sunlight, and I didn’t have enough energy to get up and close the heavy drapes that were pulled back.
But I did have enough energy to flip on the vibrator.
I stared at it momentarily while it buzzed in my hand, making my fingers tingle. Then instinct kicked in as need abounded. I trailed the soft tip down, letting it tease over my nipple before venturing lower, between my breasts, sliding silkily over my belly, lower still. I paused briefly when I reached my pubic bone then got down to business.
Spreading my legs wide, I used my free hand to separate my pussy lips, exposing my damp flesh to the cool air.
“Oh, God,” I moaned softly as I pressed the soft tip of the vibrator to my clit, drawing my knees up and open.
Closing my eyes, I let my thoughts drift to what I’d seen. All those hard bodies moving together… Talon and his submissives…
I wouldn’t admit it aloud, but I had always imagined myself a participant in something so sinful, so uninhibited. And here, alone in this room, I found myself fantasizing about what it would be like to be front and center rather than a voyeur. The mere thought had my nipples puckering tightly, my skin tingling, my core tightening.
I focused my attention on my clit. The vibrations against the highly sensitive bundle of nerves had pleasure ratcheting up my breaths, my muscles straining, lungs working harder as I chased that elusive release. It remained just out of reach until I superimposed myself into the fantasy. This time I was the one straddling Talon’s thighs, his body pumping into mine, his cock penetrating me so deeply…
I cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over me, sating me long enough for sleep to overtake me.
THIRTEEN
Jasper
“Did you get any sleep?”
Almost like a gunshot had rent the air, the groggy voice had me fumbling the book I’d been reading and launching to my feet. Grateful I was a good fifteen feet away, I hoped I’d schooled my expression quickly enough as I approached the supine man whose steady gaze tracked me.
Gently setting the book on the small table holding two empty cups of coffee, I walked over, assessing Ransom where he lay in the bed used for the rare patient who had to stay in the clinic for any length of time. In some ways it resembled a standard hospital bed. Mostly because of the ability to adjust to accommodate—up, down, incline, decline, etc.—and it came equipped with security rails to keep a patient from falling onto the floor. Only this bed was more opulent, more … expensive. Most hospital beds didn’t come equipped with eighteen-hundred-thread-count sheets, down bedding, and a therapeutic mattress with the abilities to heat, cool, and massage.
Only the best for Talon and those who resided here on this island.
“I did, yes,” I answered as I drew nearer. “How’re you feeling?”
“Better. Headache’s finally gone.” His eyes narrowed on my face. “But if you shine that light in my eyes one more fucking time…”
He was definitely feeling better.
“What time is it?”
I glanced at my watch. “Eight thirty.”
His gaze swung to the windows as he frowned. “At night?” Ransom let his head fall back on the pillows. “Please tell me I haven’t been asleep for days.”
“Only about twelve hours. You needed it.”
When he went to move, his attention shot to his arms, one secured with a sling, the other tugging on the tubing attached to the fluid bladder hanging above him.
“Just normal saline,” I assured him, explaining the IV.
More narrowing of his gaze before it swung down toward his knees. “If you put a catheter…”
“No catheter. Not yet.”
“Not ever,” he grumbled, attempting to sit up.
I planted a hand on his chest, gently urging him back as I pushed the button to raise the bed.
“I’m not an invalid.”
“Maybe not. But no sense overdoing it.”
“I have to take a piss.”
“Thanks for the broadcast.” I motioned for the bathroom. “Feel free. But I want you to go slow.”
The Ransom I used to know would’ve put me in my submissive place, but t
his one simply grimaced as he got to his feet. After dragging the IV stand around, I stepped back, not wanting to hover as he steadied himself.
He made it two steps before he peered down. “Where the fuck are my pants?”
“In the hazardous waste bin,” I answered with a grin.
“That’s gonna cost me,” he said with a sigh, then continued toward the bathroom.
I did my best not to admire him from behind. Not easy to do when the black and red boxer briefs accentuated his phenomenal ass and his muscular thighs. I watched until he disappeared into the bathroom, then turned my attention out the window to the courtyard pools beyond.
There were probably a dozen people out there right now, most of them possessions in training attending to the staff. Early evening did seem to be the time everyone ventured out, entertaining themselves (or each other) by utilizing the outdoor amenities. While I had spoken with him, I hadn’t seen Talon since our return to the island, but that wasn’t unusual. Rarely did I venture over to the offices of Owned, Inc., housed on the second floor of the main residence. Nor did I go to Talon’s private home on the third and fourth floors. Most of my time was spent here in the well-equipped clinic, in the Owners’ Retreat tending to the possessions, or in my villa a short distance away.
“I hope you don’t plan to keep me here much longer,” Ransom said as he strolled out of the bathroom, looking far steadier than before.
Realizing he had removed the sling, I glanced at his chest, noticed the angry bruise that diagonally crossed his pectorals, put there by the seat belt he’d been wearing when he crashed. Thank God he’d had the sense to wear it.
“Just waiting for you to wake up.” I motioned toward the bed. “Sit and I’ll remove the IV. Then”—I used my stern doctor voice—“once you put the sling back on, I’ll show you to your villa. And if you’re hungry, I’ll explain how to order your meals.”
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