“You like this?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Being touched, teased while others are watching you?”
Her eyes opened, her head rolling to the side as though she didn’t believe me.
To my surprise, Braelyn didn’t pull away; instead, her attention shifted back to me. I hadn’t been lying. Others were watching. A couple of the Owners, Zion, even Micah. They were watching my dirty girl as she let herself be pleasured. It was erotic, something I hadn’t experienced in quite some time but something I craved. Privacy had its perks, there was no doubt about that, but this … this was titillating. It heightened the sensation when one knew someone else was finding pleasure in what you were doing.
“Kiss me,” I commanded.
Braelyn sat up, her mouth finding mine, her arms ringing my neck as our tongues tangled. She was on fire, her body burning for what I could give her.
“If you’re going to protest,” I whispered against her lips, “I suggest you do it now.”
“I’m not.” Braelyn rolled her hips.
“Then I won’t ask permission,” I told her. “I’ll give you what I believe you need, Braelyn. Do you understand what that means?”
She pulled back, met my gaze.
When she nodded, I spoke to the other possession who was with us. “Ari, join us. See if my girl is wet.”
Ari stepped over, going to his knees beside us, his arms moving between us, his hand sliding over her thigh then between. His knuckles brushed against my cock, dragging a ragged groan from me.
In a move that surprised Braelyn, Ari pulled his hand back, then placed his fingers in my mouth. When a man couldn’t speak, he had other ways of answering.
I licked them clean, watching her.
Braelyn moaned, leaning back against Taurus once more.
“Finger her. Both of you,” I instructed, once again taking her nipple in my mouth.
I suckled her, alternating while Taurus knelt behind her, joining Ari as they played between her legs. I would pause to watch their fingers slide into her slick pussy every so often, never leaving her for long.
“Let me taste her again.”
Taurus brought his finger to my mouth and I sucked it in deep.
“Now let her taste herself.”
Ari offered Braelyn his fingers, brushing them over her lower lip.
With her eyes on me, Braelyn sucked him into her mouth, which made Ari groan. Clearly he was enjoying this as much as I was. It wasn’t something I’d ever done with any of my possessions, but it had always been my intention. If I’d ever found a woman I wanted to indulge in like this.
She was the one. The only one.
My queen.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes hooded.
“On my cock? Or with their fingers?”
“Your cock.”
That surprised me but I didn’t hesitate.
“Stand up.”
Braelyn got to her feet, as did Taurus and Ari. Taurus never left her, keeping his arms around her, his hands continuing to tease between her thighs, his ministrations barely hidden by Braelyn’s short dress.
While I observed their erotic interactions, they watched me freeing my cock from my slacks.
“Take me inside you,” I commanded, slowly stroking my rigid flesh.
Braelyn stepped toward me, those long, lovely legs straddling my thighs again. I stared up into her face as she inched closer, then lowered herself onto me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, watching as her head fell back on her shoulders, her fingernails digging into my shoulders as she rode me. Up, down, slow and easy. She took me in deep, her tits still on display. She used me in that moment, and it fired my blood, had my cock pulsing.
It was a combination of everything. Others watching, my possessions being there with us, but it was Braelyn’s brazen behavior that had me so hot for her. It was unexpected.
“Fuck me,” I growled low. “Make yourself come on my cock.”
Braelyn cried out, her hips rolling as she chased her release.
“More,” she pleaded. “I need more.”
I assisted, placing my hands on her hips and jerking her down atop me, driving as deep inside her as I could until the tight clasp of her pussy became a vise, fluttering over me.
Leaning in, I nipped her earlobe. “Now, dirty girl. Come for me now.”
Her body shuddered, her arms tightening as my name fell from her lips.
It was enough to send a shockwave through me, triggering my own release. I came hard, holding her tightly as I pulsed deep inside her.
I had to admit, Braelyn did have some damn fine ideas when it came to these monthly gatherings. It was my first time to engage in what was taking place, but I knew with her here, it certainly wouldn’t be my last.
Two hours later, the party had relocated out to the pools. Clothing had been discarded, and there were more possessions out and about. Some catering to the guests and employees, others enjoying time with the trainers.
I imagined what it would be like if we were to invite more Owners like Braelyn suggested. It was doable. I had more than enough employees to oversee what was going on. And if not, I could hire them. However, it would still need to be an intimate gathering. I didn’t want to turn this into a free-for-all. That had never been my plan.
“What’s on your mind?” Braelyn asked, stepping up to me, her eyes concerned.
“Thinking about your proposal.”
“Inviting more people?”
I nodded. “It has its merits.”
“But you like it like this?”
“More like I’m familiar with it.”
“Sometimes you’ve just got to step out of your comfort zone,” she teased.
“Yeah?”
“I did.”
Yes, she most certainly had. Part of me had expected her to panic after the fact, but Braelyn had handled the encounter in the ballroom with grace. She had disappeared to the bathroom briefly, come back with her dress in place and a smile on her face. It made me want her more, knowing she could handle me at my worst.
Granted, she hadn’t seen anything yet. What we’d done earlier had been tame compared to some of the things I wanted to do to her.
Now that she’d given me the green light, all bets were off.
THIRTY-SEVEN
Jasper
I purposely avoided the party tonight. I had no interest in indulging the way I knew the Owners, trainers, and other employees would. It had never been my thing. Probably the reason I wasn’t a possession the way Cody hoped to be. No, I was merely an employee and I rarely had anyone look at me twice.
Not that I was complaining. I’d had my fair share of offers from the trainers over the years, but I had never accepted, never had the desire to. As of late, I had settled for releasing the pent-up energy with Cody, getting as much out of it as I put into it, which was honestly very little at all.
Never did I think that tryst would’ve resulted in a threesome with the man I’d once been in love with.
Now, the only thing I wanted was to force Ransom to see what he was missing. See that what we’d had long ago was all that I’d ever wanted. I didn’t want a threesome; I didn’t want Cody or any other possession interrupting. Sure, it was intriguing to a degree, but I found more pleasure in the one-on-one than in any of that.
I wasn’t sure the same could be said for Ransom.
Earlier, when he’d stopped in at the clinic, I’d seen his interest in Cody. The way he had included him in that little role-playing exercise he had devised. I had tried, I really had. Made an attempt to involve Cody although I’d hated every second of it. Had Ransom been disappointed that I sent Cody out? If he had, he never mentioned it.
Regardless, we needed to talk about it. All of it.
Although the emotional scars I’d buried so long ago had found their way to the surface, I knew I couldn’t leave things like this between us. We had to talk this out. It w
as the only way either of us would move on. As it was, we’d let things get out of hand already when what we should’ve done was chatted first. Then moved on to the sex.
Halfway to Ransom’s, I debated, almost turned around. I forced my feet to move, to carry me the rest of the way until I was standing on his porch, my hand raised, knuckles rapping on the door.
I waited, wondering if Ransom had gone to the party. Maybe he was spending time with a willing possession right this minute. Or even with Cody.
The thought had my chest constricting.
Before I could hyperventilate, the door swung open, and there stood Ransom in all his naked splendor.
He looked me up and down, met my gaze, and said, “Strip.”
His eyes were cold, and I swore I could feel his disappointment, yet I stripped right there on the porch, leaving my shorts where they fell.
He nodded, not quite in approval, then turned and walked away.
“Come in,” he said as he strolled deeper into the house.
Once inside, I closed the door, turned, expecting to see Ransom in the same chair he’d been in that first night, the perfect place for a conversation.
He wasn’t there. Nor was he standing in the living room.
“Up here,” Ransom called out.
I looked up in time to see Ransom at the top of the stairs, heading into the loft.
Not exactly the right place to have this sort of discussion, but telling Ransom as much seemed moot, so I made my way up the stairs.
I found him reclining on pillows in the king-sized bed, his attention on the sixty-inch television mounted on the wall opposite him. No sooner did I step into the space than my attention shot to the images on the screen. It took only a second for my brain to register that Ransom was watching porn.
Thankfully, there was no sound.
“Only thing on,” he said with a smirk.
I managed to tear my eyes away from the three men on the screen who were currently showing how flexible and creative they were. No, the fact that he was watching a threesome didn’t bolster my confidence.
Ransom patted the mattress.
My heart lurched at the invitation. I certainly hadn’t been expecting it. I’d slept in this man’s bed many times over the course of the years we were together, and a few times since he arrived on the island. No reason it should be awkward now, but it was.
As I approached, I found myself ogling him once again. The man was exquisite, there was no doubt about that. Sinfully ripped, a delectable combination of muscle, sinew, and all that inked skin. His chest muscles flexed, his abs bunching almost like…
I looked up to see he was watching me watching him.
I sighed, continued to move closer. I was slow to join him, but I finally managed to get comfortable in the bed.
“Relax,” he said easily, placing his hand on my thigh.
I nodded, making every attempt to do as he wished, but it wasn’t easy. And while I watched three buff men contorting themselves in a variety of positions, my brain went into hyperdrive. I needed to tell him we had to talk about this. Clearly we weren’t on the same page if—
“Something on your mind, Jasper?” he asked, clearly noticing my discomfort.
I cleared my throat when one guy on the screen bent another in half and drilled his cock down into him.
“Actually, yes, Titan.”
“Good. We’ll get to that. Right now, I want you to be a good little cockwhore and watch the TV.”
Cockwhore.
When he called me that, I always knew what mood he was in. Back when we’d been together, he had referred to me as his cockwhore or his little boy. One was for when he was feeling dirty, the other when we connected on a more intimate level. And while some wouldn’t understand why the derogatory reference turned me on, it still did. To be honest, I’d hated when he had referred to Cody as such.
I managed to focus on my breathing while I watched the three men, two of whom were now fucking one from both ends. They weren’t gentle about it, either, but the guy who played the filling in that muscle sandwich didn’t seem to mind.
Several minutes passed, then several more. The scene on the television wasn’t anything overly exciting, but I rarely found porn to be all that stimulating. Certainly not when there was so much distraction around me. Such as the way Ransom’s hand was gliding over my thigh. Every so often, the backs of his fingers would brush my cock, which, of course was responding to the stimuli. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed he was stroking himself, slowly, casually, as though he wasn’t eager to move things along.
More silence, more porn, more minutes slipping by until I heard a soft moan. A second later, I released one of my own when Ransom’s hand curled firmly around my rock-hard dick.
The traitor.
My dick, not Ransom.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” Ransom said suddenly.
Well, shit.
Evidently my cock was on board, because the next thing I knew, I was springing up to my knees.
Ransom’s chuckle had me pausing.
“First, come here,” he said, reaching for me and pulling me down toward him until his mouth was moving under mine.
“Mmm.” He held me there, his tongue sliding into my mouth slowly, sinfully.
I sighed, resting on my elbow so I could lean over him, welcoming the way his mouth played mine as though he’d owned it for a lifetime. That same warmth I’d always felt when I was with him returned, filling my chest, sliding through my veins. This was the side of Ransom I’d fallen in love with.
Unable to help myself, I touched his face, leaning into the kiss, getting lost in the feel of him. So warm, so gentle. But underneath, I could practically feel his desire brewing.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered as he released me.
“Me, too,” I admitted, staring down into his eyes.
His lips pulled back in a sinful smile. “Now put your cock in my mouth.”
So hot.
“Just be careful.”
“Are you still hurting?” I asked as was my duty as his doctor.
“Almost one hundred percent,” he assured me. “But not quite.” His eyes went hard. “Your cock. My mouth. Now, Jasper.”
I hoped to hell he wasn’t lying, but I was extra careful as I got to my feet, straddled his chest, then eased myself down to my knees. His chest was too wide, so I settled for putting one knee beside his head and planting my foot on the opposite side.
My sole focus was ensuring I didn’t hurt him.
Right up until he lifted his head and took me to the root.
“Oh, fuck.” My hands gripped the headboard, white-knuckling the wood as blinding pleasure rocked me to my very core.
Ransom moaned, a sound of approval that sent an electric current up and down my spine.
He never hurried his pace, sucking me as though he was savoring every lick. It was the most exquisite torture, making my head spin and my body harden.
Ransom suddenly pulled back, his hand grabbing for my arm and dragging me down. It took some fancy maneuvering, but I managed not to fall on him.
“Lube,” he growled softly. “In the nightstand.”
Shocked by the sudden change, I leaned over, fumbling for the drawer. Inside was only one thing: a bottle of lubricant. I snatched it, slammed the drawer, then turned back to Ransom.
Before I could do anything else, Ransom grabbed the bottle, squirted a generous amount in his hand, then stroked himself as he shifted to his knees, his face pinched as though he was in pain. The next thing I knew, I was on my stomach beneath Ransom, his cock wedged between my ass cheeks.
“Have to have you now,” he grunted in my ear.
I loved this side of the man. The one who could so easily lose control because his desires overwhelmed him.
“Yes, Titan.”
“I need to be inside you,” he mumbled as he kneed my thighs apart.
I swallowed a whimper when he breached my asshole, the t
hick head of his cock splitting me open. I was still sore from earlier, having taken a cock for the first time in years, but not enough to have me stopping this.
Ransom nipped my shoulder and I could tell he was trying to go slow.
“Little boy … I’ve fucking missed you.”
That endearment was like a bolt of lightning nailing me in the chest. It stole my breath, had me reaching for his hand, our fingers twining as he pinned me to the bed.
“Please, Titan.” I needed him then. I didn’t care about the past or the future, not even the discomfort. Right now, I simply needed that connection to him. To be one with him.
“Fuck…” He was panting, pushing inside me, stretching me wide. “Relax. Let me have you.”
I could tell he was holding back somewhat, but he didn’t stop until he was lodged balls deep. At that point, he rested on top of me, his entire weight pressing me into the mattress.
He grunted again, but then he started moving, rocking on top of me. Slow, shallow strokes that left me wanting more, had me groaning along with him.
“Mine,” he bit out, his mouth near my ear. “Mine, Jasper. You’re. Mine.”
“Yours, Titan. Always.”
He came like that, hardly moving, buried inside me, and while I didn’t climax, it was the most mind-bending moment of my life.
“You’re sleeping here tonight,” Ransom whispered in my ear. “And tomorrow … we’re going to talk.”
I nodded, because at some point, I knew we had to.
*
RANSOM
I woke up to the sun shining and a man in my arms.
My man, the only one I’d ever loved, the one I’d thought was gone from my life forever.
I was careful to remain perfectly still, not wanting to wake him. He looked so peaceful in sleep.
Memories of last night came back, hardening my body as the replay took hold.
Me and Jasper.
The two of us.
Only the two of us.
None of what happened last night had been planned, but then again, most of our relationship had been that way. I had known he wanted to talk when I saw him standing on my porch, but that was the last thing I wanted. Not with the way we’d left things between us at the clinic. After that enticing role play, Jasper had walked out on me, left me without a word.
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