Owned (Office Intrigue Book 8) by Nicole Edwards (year 2 reading books TXT) 📗

So fucking deep. I groaned, planting one hand on the window, holding myself rigid. I grunted and groaned, my spine tingling, my muscles clenching as he milked my cock. Locking my knees for leverage, I grabbed his head once more, thrust my hips forward, driving deep into his throat and letting myself go.

The orgasm would do nothing to sate the urges that plagued me. It rarely did. That was the very reason I had seven possessions, all used solely by me every single day in any manner I saw fit. Despite having exactly what I’d set out to have, I’d never been completely sated. Not once in my thirty-six years. But that didn’t stop me from continuing to search for what would.

Auberon did his duty of cleaning me thoroughly before I tucked myself away, righting my clothing. He returned to his position near the wall, awaiting my instruction.

“Have Tiegan come in here.”

Auberon silently slipped out of my office.

Of my seven possessions, Auberon had been with me the longest, and I tended to take him wherever I went, with the exception of the club or anywhere that involved BDSM or the like. I’d never shared my possessions with anyone and had no intention of doing so, which meant keeping them out of the public eye. I was selfish in that regard. No sense tempting others with something they would never have. They belonged to me; they served only me and always would. Well, with the exception of the queen I would one day have. They would serve her the same way they served me. Since I’d yet to meet a woman who was queen-worthy, we were all still awaiting the day.

When I had started looking for my first possession years ago, I hadn’t known what my intentions were entirely. Even now, those needs morphed and changed as time went by. The only thing I knew I didn’t want was a companion. A servant, yes—on both a household and a sexual level. Just not the intimacy that came along with a deeper relationship. Not with them.

For my first human acquisition, I’d searched high and low before I came across one who checked most of the boxes. I should’ve known better than to settle for almost. Our time together lasted all of a week. Because he had falsified his intentions during our initial meetings, unable to master the strict obedience I desired, I’d grown tired of his whining, releasing him during his probationary period.

The second lasted almost three weeks. On paper he had appeared to be what I was looking for, but reality had proven otherwise. He’d been a little too rigid for my tastes, too formal. Almost as though he lacked the humanity he should’ve been born with. If I wanted to fuck a robot, I would buy a fucking robot. I severed ties with him and we went our separate ways. No harm, no foul.

It was then I decided my options were too limited. It wasn’t like I could go to a club and pick out someone whose needs mirrored my own. Not without investing a tremendous amount of time, something I’d never really had much of. Not even a fetish club could provide that sort of intimate detail on a member. When some searches on the internet revealed nothing to gain through that route, either, I knew I had to come up with a way to cater to those with the same needs I had, because like it or not, I was not the only one.

So, I opted to design a website—which, years later, would ultimately convert into an app—one that would allow both Owners and possessions to seek out one another. It was a way of bringing likeminded people together. Due to the strict guidelines I set up, it had taken some time to develop and perfect, and even now we were continuing to tweak the process, but a determined man could and would achieve his goal. No doubt I’d been determined.

It had been during my initial testing of the site when I had come across Auberon, although he’d had a different name back then. I didn’t know what it was, didn’t want to know, just one of several hundred criteria I had worked into the program. For me personally, I’d opted to assign them a number during their probationary period, and once I acquired them, they were allowed to choose what they preferred to be called. Within reason, of course. Male Three, now known as Auberon, had proven himself over the years, his servitude nearly unparalleled. I couldn’t imagine my life without him.

I heard the familiar click of heels on tile as I tucked my hands in my pockets once more, watching as the sky lightened, the sun preparing for its ascent. It was interesting, really, that I would have an office in such a big city when I detested city life. Then again, I had offices across the US and a few in Europe, although I spent a large majority of my time on Sapphire Island.

“You summoned,” Tiegan said with a hint of amusement.

While my possessions took care of me on a personal level, Tiegan Shaw handled everything on the business front. She didn’t do it alone, of course. She had the help of others, but she was my executive assistant, and she managed things according to my instruction.

I glanced over, gave her a quick perusal from head to toe. Today Tiegan looked the part of the professional female, a role she pulled off with ease. While she did nothing for me on a sexual level, she was the epitome of sinful sexuality. Her black knee-length A-line skirt showed off her curvy ass and narrow hips, while an emerald-green blouse gave a glimpse of her ample cleavage and shimmered in the overhead lights. As was par for the course, a pair of Jimmy Choos added five inches to her meager five-foot-two-inch stature. Her plum-colored hair was pulled back from her face in a ridiculous bun, her green