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

shift back to Ransom while I waited to see what he was going to do with me.

He finally came over after putting the empty plates on the counter near the grill.

His eyes were hooded, his mouth lax. He looked good. Relaxed.

But he also looked hungry.

To my surprise, he untied me, but I should’ve known he wasn’t finished. Rather than go back to the privacy of his villa, Ransom continued to prove how creative he was with those ropes. He had me prop myself on the curved end of the tantric chair, my head hanging over, legs straddling the chair, feet firmly on the ground. He then proceeded to tie my hands to my ankles.

“Comfortable?” he asked, smacking my ass.

“Yes, Titan.”

I couldn’t see anything except for the chair. But I could hear the noises, grunts, groans, moans.

The chair shifted slightly, then I saw one of Ransom’s feet. He was straddling the chair behind me. His location registered seconds before I felt his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks. Then his warm breath followed by his tongue.

I moaned loudly when he rimmed me.

I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had done that. The pleasure … absolutely unparalleled. His skilled tongue teased my hole, brought to life sensitive nerve endings. He worked me for long minutes, tongue-fucking me then using his fingers, alternating until I thought I might lose my mind.

Every now and then, he would grab my cock, pulling it backwards as he tugged roughly. It made me moan louder, the stimulation more than I expected. But it was when I heard the click that I knew what was coming. He’d opened a tube of lubricant he produced out of midair apparently. When his fingers returned, they were slick, sliding inside me with ease. He fucked me like that for several more minutes, massaging my prostate and making my groans intensify until I was sure everyone over at the resort could hear me. I didn’t care. I wanted more. I wanted him to fuck me.

I got my wish, and while I’d hoped for it, I wasn’t at all prepared when Ransom stood suddenly and drove into my ass in one punishing thrust. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he sank all the way in.

Then the real torture came as he retreated inch by inch only to push back in.

It. Was. Unbelievable.

I’d never had anyone do that, filling my ass with excruciating patience, as though it was his job. In, out. Over and over. Minute by minute, long, deep strokes. So. Fucking. Slow.

My balls had drawn up tight to my body, my climax just out of reach. I figured Ransom knew that, which was why he never hurried.

When I thought he would get tired, he just continued. In, out.

“Titan, please,” I groaned.

“Please what?”

“Fuck me. Hard. Fast. Please just fuck me.”

Begging didn’t work as he continued with the brutal pace, his cock sliding in, retreating.

“Please, Titan,” I whimpered. “I need…” In, out. So fucking slow. “I need you, Titan. Fuck me, please.”

And then he did.

I thought the slow and deep was torture. I could hardly breathe from the overwhelming chaos his jarring thrusts caused. My ass was sore from the constant friction, but I was desperate for release.

“Do. Not. Come,” he bit out.

I cried out then bit my lip in an attempt to stop myself. I don’t know how I succeeded, but I did.

For about a minute.

When Ransom drilled me hard enough to shift the chair, I knew I was done for.

But when he barked my name and came in my ass, I completely lost it, my body betraying my command.

I came so hard I was pretty sure my vision dimmed.

It was absolutely perfect.

FORTY-THREE

TALON

I started my preparations on Friday morning, giving my possessions plenty to do throughout the day. It had taken several hours and numerous trips from the house down to the beach, but by the time I called it a day and convinced Braelyn to do the same, everything was ready.

“I’m starving,” Braelyn said on our way upstairs from the offices. “I hope dinner’s ready. A good meal, a warm bath … sounds like the perfect way to end this week.”

“The bath’s not on the agenda tonight. I’m sorry.”

She made me smile when she sighed her disappointment.

“Dinner then?” she asked hopefully.

“Definitely dinner.”

I could feel her reluctance when I led her past the dining room, her hand in mine.

“Talon, I missed lunch.” The slight whine in her voice was surprisingly endearing.

“I know. And I promise, you’ll eat.”

“Sooner rather than later?”

It was the first time I’d heard her complain about food, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. Most of the time, I found I had to force her to take a break or, like I had a couple of times, have possessions take food to her in her office.

In order to prolong her torment and throw her off, I took her to our bedroom, grinning when she grumbled.

“Where are we going?” she questioned when I opened the slider leading out onto the balcony.

I didn’t answer, just kept walking, heading for the stairs that led directly down to the sand.

Needless to say, her grumbling stopped when she saw the lit torches, the table set for two.

I had yet to come down here with her, though I knew she spent quite a bit of time walking along the beach, never getting in the water. She always had a possession with her, and I think that was their way of chatting without the risk of me being present.

Since we spent a majority of our time indoors, I figured this would be a nice change of pace.

“It’s… Wow. This is beautiful.”

The sun was almost below the horizon, the brilliant blue of the sky overshadowed by deeper purples and reds.

I waited while she kicked off the sandals she wore, leaving them on the steps. With her hand in mine, we trekked farther down—about halfway between the house and the water’s edge—where everything had been set up.

No sooner had we taken our seats than Auberon