Owned (Office Intrigue Book 8)

by Nicole Edwards

  “What’s he doing out here?”

  Rolphe closed the door then held out his arm, a gesture they’d all taken to doing. Whenever I was walking around the estate, as long as I wasn’t with Talon, one of them was with me, and most of the time, they were keeping me close. It made me feel special, and I think my acceptance made them feel the same.

  Grinning, I slid my arm in his, allowed him to walk me down the stairs to the pools.

  Night had already descended, and most of the possessions were inside the resort, taking care of last-minute details. I hadn’t seen my brother in days, but that wasn’t unusual. He was busy getting things in line with operations and working alongside the Chicago office to make some improvements to the facilities across the US. And when he wasn’t doing that, he was doing his husband.

  I actually chuckled at the thought. I still couldn’t believe they’d gotten hitched. They hadn’t even bothered to tell anyone, either. Well, with the exception of Trent, who did the officiating. No one could clarify whether the marriage was legal, but clearly that didn’t matter to Ransom. He was happy. And I was happy for him.

  Rolphe slowed as we approached one of the cabanas. The curtains on three sides were lowered, so I couldn’t see inside. He led me around to the front and I came to an abrupt stop.

  A flash of heat bolted through my body, lighting me up from the inside when I saw Talon, gloriously naked, reclined on an oversized chaise—more of a bed, really—Ari, also naked, between his legs, stroking Talon’s cock with his hands. At his sides, Jones and Auberon (yes, naked) were licking his chest, teasing his nipples.

  They were a scrumptious sight.

  Standing at opposite corners of the cabana were Bram, Corvin, Sim, and Taurus, all naked, too.

  There was movement in my peripheral vision, and I realized Rolphe was discarding his clothes.

  “Bram, Taurus,” Talon commanded, “remove my future bride’s clothing.”

  I remained just outside the cabana, in clear view of anyone venturing a look outside, but it didn’t bother me. Not anymore. I’d gotten used to this in recent weeks seeing how Talon had taken to indulging outside. I never knew what to expect from him. If I had, I still probably wouldn’t’ve anticipated this. Since that one night on the balcony, he had yet to include all the possessions again.

  I think he liked to keep me guessing.

  With gentle, reverent hands, Bram and Taurus removed my full-length sundress by slipping the thin straps down my arms, then allowing it to slide down the length of my body to pool at my feet. Although I’d found undergarments had been delivered for the rare occasions I needed them, I still opted to go without. I’d gotten quite used to being naked beneath my clothing. And I think Talon happened to like knowing that I was.

  Taurus took my hand, holding it up like I was royalty and allowing me to step out of it, while Bram picked it up and placed it on a chair.

  “Escort her down into the water,” he told them. “Corvin and Sim, join them.”

  I had to think they’d been prepped for this, because the four possessions led the way into the water. Sim stepped away to retrieve a float, dragging it over to us. It wasn’t one of the large ones, this only wide enough for one person. From there, Taurus and Bram lifted me out of the water and gently placed me on top of it.

  I giggled, unable to hold it back. They made me feel like a queen.

  My attention was drawn to the enormous man who stepped out of the cabana. To this day, seeing him like that still made my heart skip a beat. So big, so masculine, so … perfect.

  I watched, my head propped on the inflatable pillow, which allowed me to see him as he stepped down into the water and moved closer.

  “I see you’ve been busy,” I teased.

  “Waiting,” he answered with a smirk.

  “For?”

  “You, of course.”

  Talon’s big hands curled around my feet, kneading briefly.

  I was aware of all the possessions surrounding me, seeming to close in as Talon’s hand shifted up to my ankles.

  A second later, I squealed as he yanked me toward him, my butt sliding halfway down the float. Suddenly, Ari had one of my feet in his hands. The other was in Taurus’s as they stepped away, spreading me wide while Talon moved in closer.

  I watched him, my body temperature continuing to climb as I anticipated his next move.

  I was so focused on him I didn’t notice right away that Bram had taken one of my hands, Rolphe the other, and they were moving so I was positioned in an X.

  Talon snapped his fingers, and Corvin stepped up to my right side, Auberon my left. There was no warning as they leaned forward, blew on my nipples, then sucked them into their fiery mouths.

  I moaned, still trying to keep my eyes on Talon.

  “I definitely like you like this,” he said, his gaze raking over me.

  “At your mercy?” I asked, sighing from the pleasure of those mouths.

  “Yes.”

  I became aware of the four possessions who were massaging my hands and feet, working the stress from my body, while Corvin and Auberon continued to lave my breasts. They never gave me quite enough, but I figured that was Talon’s plan.

  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, s
till 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.

  As I’d known she would, Braelyn became brazen, her lips trailing over my jaw, my neck, lower. She kissed across my chest as I watched her.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  She flashed that seductive grin. “You’ll see.”

  I laughed, then swallowed a groan when she moved down and took my cock in her mouth.

  Although she thought this was her plan, it was actually mine. She’d been quite vocal about how much she enjoyed sucking me, and well, who was I to deny her when she wanted something?

  I scanned the faces of my possessions.

  “Auberon, prepare her for my cock. With your mouth.”

  At first, Braelyn didn’t stop her sensual assault, continuing to suck and lick, making me groan from the resplendent sensations coursing through my body. And when she did, her head lifted slowly, her back arching as her eyes fixed to mine.

  “What’s he doing, dirty girl?”

  “Licking … oh, God … oh, God. That…” She shuddered hard, inhaling deeply.

  “Does it feel good? His tongue rimming your ass?”

  “Yes.” She whimpered but remained completely still.

  I’d learned she was quite fond of that, and though I loved watching her, I restricted it for the most part, wanting to keep her wondering when the next time would be.

  “Sim. Your turn.”

  Braelyn shifted then, spreading her knees wider, opening herself up to Sim’s sensational tongue. I continued to watch her, unable to see what they were doing. Not that I needed to. Her expressions were all I needed.

  I let them go on for long minutes, stroking my cock while she remained perched above me. When she began rocking her hips, I changed it up again.

  “Taurus, use your fingers.”

  Braelyn’s eyes widened when Sim moved away. She was watching me, sheer wonder on her face. And when Taurus stepped up behind her, using well-lubricated fingers to breach her virgin hole, Braelyn shifted forward.

  I pulled her arms and she crawled forward.

  “Relax, let it feel good.”

  With her ass still in the air, her chest to mine, I listened as her moans vibrated into my body. I could see Taurus now, see the pleasure on his face as he fingered her as he’d been instructed. They’d all been instructed; after all, this wasn’t a spontaneous moment, and I’d prepared them for what was coming. Not for their sake. For Braelyn’s. She was to be treated like a queen even if she was being defiled by nine men.

  “Rolphe, your turn.”

  Rolphe replaced Taurus, standing behind her at the end of the bed, his fingers working their magic on her.

  “Look at me, dirty girl,” I whispered gruffly.

  Braelyn lifted her head.

  “Remember your fantasy? The one where you’re taking three cocks at one time?”

  She nodded, her eyes flaring.

  “We’re working up to that tonight.”

  I could see her surprise.

  “One of these days, we’ll fill you completely, but tonight … tonight that virgin ass is mine.”

  She whimpered, her eyes glazing with that desperate hunger I knew she harbored.

  “Rolphe, stop.”

  He did.

  I lifted my head, nipped Braelyn’s lower lip. “Turn over for me.”

  She did. I remained beneath her, her back to my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, lightly tweaked her nipples.

  “Bram, put your cock in Ari’s mouth.”

  I was aware of movement, but I didn’t attempt to watch. They knew they were to remain so Braelyn could see them.

  “Jones, suck Corvin’s cock.”

  More movement, but I continued to pluck Braelyn’s nipples, alternately plumping her breasts.

  “Can you see them?” I asked, shifting so I could speak directly into her ear.

  “Yes.”

  “Do you like watching them?”

  “Yes.”

  “Auberon, lube my cock. Rolphe, fuck Sim’s face.”

  With each command, I was getting more tense, my body harder, my need for this woman overwhelming. I was a man with tremendous patience, but I couldn’t hold out indefinitely. And Auberon’s hands were working me into a near-painful state.

  “You ready, dirty girl?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, shifting when I reached down, guiding my cock along the crack of her ass.

  “I want you to relax.”

  She whimpered as I pressed the head to her puckered hole.

  “Take me, baby,” I urged, needing her to bear down because of the position.

  It didn’t take long to realize the position wouldn’t work.

  “Sit up,” I instructed, helping her up so she was straddling me, her back to me.

  I propped myself up with pillows, then guided my cock to her asshole once more. Braelyn leaned forward, her hands on my shins, opening herself up to me as the thick head disappeared inside her.

  “Taurus, Auberon, suck her tits. Corvin, fuck Jones’s ass.”

  There was movement all around us, and it worked as a successful distraction for Braelyn. That combined with the possessions tormenting her nipples allowed her to relax as I worked my cock into her tight ass. I grunted and groaned, going slow although it was killing me. I wanted to fuck her like this, to drive in deep and hard, to claim her in a way she’d never been claimed before.

  “Talon!”

  I paused.

  “No,” she ground out. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  I hadn’t expected her encouragement, so I continued pushing inside her until my cock was lodged to the hilt.

  “Take me, dirty girl,” I urged. “Fuck your ass on my cock.”

  I growled when she began to move, her fingernails biting into my legs, the sensation like nothing I’d felt before, although I couldn’t explain why. I watched her slender back as she moved, forward, back, her toned muscl
es so gloriously feminine as she worked herself on me.

  Long, torturous minutes followed before I knew I had to take control.

  Without finesse, I grabbed her hips, holding her to me as I rolled her forward until she was on all fours. I was behind her, drilling into her while my possessions surrounded us, their grunts and groans growing louder as orgasms remained just out of reach.

  “I’m going to come in your ass,” I bit out, leaning down to her ear. “You want that, dirty girl? You want me to come inside you?”

  “Yes! Oh, God, Talon!”

  Her body clamped down on me so viciously my breath lodged in my throat as I erupted deep inside her. It was all I could do not to crush her into the cushion as my body shuddered violently.

  “Are you okay?” I managed as I pulled out of her, rolling to my side and bringing her with me.

  She was panting still, but I heard the smile in her voice when she said, “Better than okay.”

  And if I hadn’t already known, I certainly did now.

  Braelyn Bishop, my dirty, dirty girl … she owned me.

  Heart, body, and soul.

  EPILOGUE

  Saturday, June 26, 2021

  TALON

  June twenty-sixth turned out to be a perfect day for a wedding.

  Mine and Braelyn’s wedding.

  I didn’t think the sky had ever been clearer, the water bluer, the air warmer.

  Probably just me waxing poetic as I waited for my future bride to meet me down by the water.

  There were guests all around, the resort shut down to outsiders, only friends and family—Ransom being the only blood relative—invited to this special event. A handful of Owned employees, including Zion, Tiegan, Memphis, and Gideon. Micah had come, as had Jasper and Cody.

  I was pretty sure almost every member of Dichotomy was in attendance, most definitely those closest to me. Landon and Langston Moore had brought their pet, Luci. Then there was the ruthless Sadist, Zeke Lautner, with his two submissives, Brax and Case. Gregory Edge, once the head Dominant at Dichotomy, along with Chris Cavanaugh and their naughty submissive, Jamie. The famous Dominant Trent Ramsey was here, of course, along with Clarissa and Troy. As were Justin Parker, Benjamin Snowden, and their rebellious submissive, Addison. And I couldn’t forget Ian and Isaac Stokes, who were accompanied by their fairy princess, Everly, as well as their other submissive, Dante. Mistress Jane was also here, but I got the feeling she was only pretending to be interested in the wedding since her eyes had been glued to two of our most recently acquired possessions. If I had to guess, she would be filling out an Owner application in the very near future.