And then he kissed me.
It was possible the world stopped spinning for that brief moment in time. Everything was momentarily still as his tongue glided against mine. Softly at first, then more dominating. It was all I could do not to fall off his lap, my body softening. I slid my hand over his shoulder and behind his neck. I was aware of his smooth, warm skin, the tickle of his hair against my palm. I held on, praying he wouldn’t stop. Not ever.
I was reeling, but there was something niggling at me, telling me I needed to stop this. Talon was a mystery to me, and there were so many things I needed to know about him before I gave in. The last thing I wanted was to get involved with a man who could so easily hurt me. I had no desire to become one of his … possessions. I didn’t want to be someone’s property, and I needed him to know that. But getting my brain to communicate with my body was harder than it should’ve been. So hard, my libido somehow blocked the synapses from firing that command, and I found myself practically inhaling him.
Talon obviously didn’t have the same problem, because his hand slid into my hair and he pulled his mouth from mine by tilting my head back slightly. There was a tingle of pain in my scalp, and for some strange reason, it triggered electric sparks throughout my entire body.
“Talon, please,” I whimpered.
He released the hold on my hair, and I let my forehead press to his, dragging air into my lungs as my heart continued to beat wildly.
“Tell me, Braelyn. What is it you need?”
The question of the hour, wasn’t it?
“I don’t know.”
He kissed the corner of my mouth. “Then I can’t help you.”
God, that voice. So sinfully rich, so darkly erotic.
Make the right choice, Braelyn.
“Touch me,” I whispered.
So totally not the right choice.
I ignored that inner voice.
“I need you to touch me, Talon.”
His grip tightened slightly around the back of my neck, his other hand shifting to my thigh.
My automatic response was to let my legs fall open, giving him access to the aching part of me.
“Tell me, Braelyn.”
“Higher,” I moaned.
His warm, smooth palm slid higher on my thigh, pushing the robe up. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
When I reached for his hand, intending to guide it where I needed him to go, Talon pulled it away, keeping his grip on my neck.
“Tell. Me.”
That command shouldn’t have turned me on so much but it did. He was putting me in an incredibly vulnerable position, forcing me to voice my desires rather than get caught up in the passion and ride the waves in silence.
Again, he kissed the corner of my mouth. “I want to hear you say it, Braelyn.”
Taking a deep breath, I forced the words out. “I want to feel your fingers inside me.”
Heat infused my face, but I didn’t linger on my embarrassment, because Talon’s hand moved higher, beneath the bottom hem of the robe, sliding between my thighs and lightly caressing my mound.
“I like you waxed smooth for me,” he said approvingly.
I hissed in a breath, reminded myself to breathe, but it wasn’t easy. The sensations were overwhelming, more so because, yes, I was waxed bare. Every brush of his fingers was heaven. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d enjoyed a man’s touch so much.
“Lean back against me,” Talon commanded.
I was confused as to how to do that, but with his guidance, I shifted so that my back pressed against his chest, my legs parting so they draped on either side of his. The ocean was out in front of me. I couldn’t see much, but I could hear the waves gently crashing into the white sand below and feel the warm, salt-tinged air on my face.
“Open your robe.”
I did so without hesitation, letting the silk slide open, leaving me bare to the warm night breeze.
“Hook your heels on the edge of the chair.”
I did, drawing my knees up and letting my legs fall open.
The position, the fact that I was naked, Talon’s hands roaming … something clicked inside me. Something I’d always suspected was there but had never had the chance to explore. It was that side of me that was seeking something sinful and dirty, and I knew without a doubt Talon was the man who could give me that.
Talon’s chin grazed my shoulder and I knew he was looking, and the thought had liquid pooling between my thighs. I could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against my bottom, and I suddenly wished I’d requested something more than his fingers.
“Did you use the toy that’s in your bed?”
It took a moment to process what he was asking. When I did, I drew a ragged breath as his thick finger dipped between my labia.
“Talon…”
His finger stopped moving. “Did you?”
“Yes.” I exhaled sharply, then blurted my guilty response. “Yes. I used the toy.”
“Did you tease your clit with it? Or did you fuck yourself?”
Oh, hell. I wasn’t sure I was going to survive this.
“My clit,” I admitted.
Talon’s finger began rubbing lightly against my clit. “Like this?”
“Yes … oh, God. Like that,” I continued because I didn’t want him to stop. “I saw you … oh, God, yes … I saw you on the balcony… It was hot… I was… Oh, God.”
“Did you fuck yourself?”
“No.”
“Did you want to?”
I shook my head. “I … I’ve never enjoyed it. Not doing it to myself.”
Talon slipped his finger inside me and I whimpered, rocking forward to take him deeper.
“Talon … oh, God … don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“What did you see?”
Last night. He was referring to last night.
Oh, God.
“I saw you and your submissives—”
“Possessions,” he corrected.
“Your … possessions. I saw you … fucking one of them.”
“Did you like watching?”
I rocked my hips faster, fucking myself on his finger. “Yes. I liked it.”
Talon added a second finger and I cried out, my orgasm just out of reach.
“And?”
“And I wished it’d been me,” I confessed. “I wished it was me.”
“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” I tried to impale myself on his fingers, continuing to rock, desperate for release.
“You’re my dirty girl,” he groaned against my neck, continuing to finger fuck me, his lips trailing over my skin as I panted and moaned.
I was dangerously close. So, so close.
“I want you to come all over my hand, dirty girl.” He nipped my skin. “I want to feel your pussy squeeze my fingers.”
Between the fingering, the sultry voice, the nickname, and the crude request, I was a goner.
I came and I came hard.
FIFTEEN
TALON
Leaving Braelyn hadn’t been an easy feat, but considering how intense the moment had been, I knew it was necessary. Somehow I managed to keep from mounting her like an animal and fucking us both senseless. For her sake, not mine.
Dirty girl.
I was still shocked by what I’d learned about her during that too-brief encounter, and it had me curious. Wondering just how dirty she really was. I got the feeling I had hardly tapped the surface. Braelyn’s desires appeared to run deep and hot.
Not that I wanted to be thinking about it now. Not if I expected to wind down at all.
Now that the house was closed down, the possessions in training tucked away in the Owners’ Retreat, I could finally relax, although turning in for the evening wasn’t an option for me.
Not yet.
Not after the intensity of what had transpired between us a short time ago.
I opted for a drink on the veranda. Corvin was once again at hi
s post, sticking close, at my beck and call until I decided to turn in. It was a responsibility tasked to each of them one day per week. On their assigned day, the one on duty would remain at my side at all times, tending to my every whim. They considered it a reward. I considered it a necessity.
While the other six would finish their chores and turn in, heading to their private quarters on the fourth floor, doing as they pleased with their downtime, I would have the option of using Corvin or sending him up to bed. I decided I wasn’t quite ready to put him away for the night.
“Prep the pool area,” I instructed as he stood near the doorway leading into the house. “You will join me.”
It wasn’t a request, but Corvin wouldn’t expect me to request anything of him.
I waited a couple of minutes after Corvin made his way down to the pool house so he could get things in order for my arrival. He would wait for me, regardless of how long I took, because what he did next was up to me. In fact, everything was up to me. What they ate, when they slept, the chores they performed, how much sex they had. I controlled every aspect of their lives, and they expected that from me. And I thrived on it. I was their Owner, a role I relished. It was my true nature, the very essence of my existence. I couldn’t imagine a world where I wasn’t in control, where I wasn’t dominating those around me.
It wasn’t so much I wanted to be the boss, either. When it came to my businesses, I was the final decision maker, and I could overturn any and all choices made by my employees. But I didn’t. I trusted those in my employ to handle things. They were good at their jobs; otherwise, I would’ve sent them on their way a long time ago.
Owning a possession had nothing to do with being the boss. It wasn’t about barking orders. It was the power, the ultimate control that came with holding their very lives in the palm of my hand. I was the one they relied on for every single thing. Finding seven of them who could keep up with me, much less who understood what I needed, hadn’t been easy. Then again, I’d never set out to have a certain number. They’d come into my life at varying times, fulfilled varying needs. I kept them because that was our agreement and I always held up my end.
My thoughts drifted to Braelyn. She was different than they were. Sweet, innocent. Not something to be owned. And I was willing to hold back for her because that was what she needed. Braelyn wasn’t the sort who would welcome a dominating man into her life. Not one who wanted to control every aspect of it, anyway. I got the feeling that role was already filled by her brother.
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.
“Strip,” I instructed, propping my arms on the side as I stared up at him. “Show me.”
It didn’t take Corvin long to disrobe, but he did so in a manner that enticed, showing off his muscular body.
I would not pretend I wasn’t completely fascinated by the physical aspects of my possessions. I was a visual man. I preferred them long and lean, with chiseled torsos, washboard abs, firmly toned arms. I wasn’t turned on by overly developed bodies, didn’t appreciate the thick, meaty types. They worked diligently to keep themselves in shape for me because that was part of our contractual agreement.
“Stroke your cock.”
I could see the way his chest began to rise and fall more rapidly, the lights from the pool shimmering off his phenomenal physique as he gripped his cock firmly, massaging slowly. His eyes remained on me, as did his full attention. Because there were plenty of others in residence, all of them having full view of what was transpiring out here if they were to merely look, Corvin would know that anyone could be watching him. He didn’t care. Nor did I. He was here for my pleasure. It wouldn’t have mattered if there had been a party going on a fe
w feet away, he would’ve done exactly as I commanded, but I made a point never to exploit them. If I chose to put them on display, it was for my own personal enjoyment, no one else’s.
Setting my glass to the side, I stood tall in the water. “Over here. Kneel.”
Corvin moved toward me, his movements controlled as he went to his knees, his hand still firmly stroking his long, thick cock because I hadn’t instructed him to do otherwise. All my males were circumcised, all were well-endowed and groomed themselves so they were bare and smooth. After all, it was my preference.
“Hands behind your back.”
He clasped his hands behind him, his back straight, abs ridged, cock standing out proudly from his body.
I teased him with my fingers, sliding them over the long, hard shaft, grazing the pre-cum pooling at the tip, admiring the way his flesh throbbed under my touch. It wasn’t always about me taking from them. I didn’t give, per se, I merely explored because it turned me on. I cupped his heavy sac with my other hand, squeezing firmly, hard enough to elicit a guttural groan from him. Corvin liked to ride the edge of pain, something I’d learned shortly after his arrival here two years ago, him and his twin the most recent of my acquisitions.
Leaning forward, I took the swollen head between my lips, sucked him into my mouth. His body tensed immediately, his moans growing louder as I worked him with my lips and tongue. His chest muscles flexed, his abs, too, and I could see his muscular thighs were as tense as the rest of him. He would endure for as long as I wanted, which I tested for long minutes.
When I released him from my mouth, dropped my hand, there was no disappointed grunt. In fact, there was no sound at all. Corvin simply waited for what would come next.
“Join me,” I commanded, easing into the water and swimming away from him.
For the next half hour, that was what I did. I swam laps, trying to burn off some of the pent-up energy. Every so often, my gaze would swing up to the veranda, wondering if Braelyn was looking out her window, watching me. While I didn’t know her all that well, I sensed she was a voyeur. After all, I was aware she’d witnessed a couple of my encounters with my possessions. Neither time had she run away.
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