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

operating multibillion-dollar businesses—of which I had two. Likely the reason I didn’t take for granted what I’d built here.

As I stared out into the dawn, I let my thoughts drift for a moment. There were three possessions currently awaiting me in my bedroom. All three would be eager to do exactly as I directed, taking care of me in every way imaginable. For the first time, I wondered what someone else might think of my indulgences. Would Braelyn even understand why I took them as my own? Why I used them for my pleasure?

It wouldn’t matter, I told myself. She could like it or not. It wouldn’t change a thing. I needed them the way they needed me, and right now, I needed three of them to entertain me so that sleep could come.

As always, just thinking about indulging caused my body to harden, my lust igniting as a plethora of ideas came to mind. That was one thing my possessions never had to worry about. Our encounters were never dull.

I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if Braelyn were to join us. Would she enjoy being pleasured by men who weren’t me? More than one at a time? Or would she find it degrading to know that I had a penchant for watching, for overseeing erotic encounters and the pleasure it brought those who engaged? I witnessed it almost daily by forcing their interactions. Granted, force didn’t quite seem the right word. I instructed; they obeyed. It was relatively simple.

How would I feel, I wondered. I’d never had a female interrupt our delicate balance. Not once in all the time I’d owned them had I brought a woman—submissive or otherwise—in. I did not share them outside of what I considered mine.

I let my imagination run free for a moment, envisioning Auberon or Ari with Braelyn, touching her, tasting her… My cock thickened rapidly.

Yes, I could see how she’d be the exception.

With drink in hand, I made my way to my bedroom via the veranda that lined the interior of the compound, circling the courtyard. As I pulled open the sliding door to my room, heat began to churn in my veins as my cock pressed against the zipper of my jeans. My focus began to narrow, my goal to sate this overwhelming urge by using those who saw to my pleasure.

There before me were three of the most impressive men I’d ever seen in my life. All handpicked by me, specifically for me.

“Taurus, Corvin, I want to watch,” I informed them.

Corvin’s emerald-green eyes glittered with anticipation. It was nothing less than what I always expected from him. Like his identical twin, Bram—another of my possessions—he was always primed and ready to go.

I spared a quick glance in their direction as I moved to the opposite side of the room, opening the doors to the balcony jutting out over the beach. It wasn’t so much a balcony as it was an outdoor living space—a little more than fifteen hundred square feet—that overlooked the ocean, a space I utilized quite frequently for these interactions. Very rarely did my possessions get into my bed. On occasion, sure, depending on my mood. But most of the time, I tended to gravitate to more public places. Perhaps not by design, simply by necessity. My interactions with them were frequent, and rarely did I give thought to who might happen upon us while I indulged.

I pointed toward the oversized cushioned ottoman that would work nicely for the two of them.

Neither of them hesitated after that. They came together in a well-choreographed dance that started off slowly. It took only a few minutes and the shedding of clothing before it turned into something much more intimate. It was at this point when I found myself giving them more of my attention, watching as hands and mouths explored, bodies began moving together.

I always found it interesting to watch them. All of them. Any of them. They complemented one another nicely, light and dark, moving together as only men who appreciated one another could. Corvin, with his midnight-black hair, his penetrating green eyes, and his alabaster skin, was a nice contrast to Taurus’s light hair, light eyes, and sun-bronzed skin. They were roughly the same height, their builds very similar, but it was the grace with which they moved together that turned me on the most.

Neither man was an alpha, meaning neither felt the need to dominate the other. I was the only one who would dominate them, and I did so whenever the mood struck me. No, their explorations were simply for the sake of pleasure, no worry about who would give or who would take. Because of this, they’d found pleasure in one another many times over the years. Every so often, one would guide a hand, shift to accommodate grazing lips. Touching, tasting, teasing in an effort to balance the scales, to ensure I approved.

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