“It is.”
“Then I want you to include them. All of them.”
“In what way?”
“Whatever way pleases you, Talon.”
I wasn’t sure whether or not Braelyn realized that was the moment I knew I would move heaven and earth to make her happy. Because she completed me in a way no one else ever could.
*
Braelyn
I’d never felt as bold as I did when I was with Talon. He brought out a side of me I’d always kept under wraps. Perhaps it was because I’d spent my entire life depending on someone else to care for me, to protect me. With Talon, I felt as though I was safe, as though I didn’t need to look over my shoulder, because no matter what was there, he would ensure nothing happened to me.
He also brought out that sensual side of myself I’d always wanted to set free. I knew he would accept whatever my desires, would encourage them even.
“Do you like when they touch you?” Talon asked as he stopped pretending we were still dancing, stepping back from me but not moving away.
“I do, yes.” I never took my eyes off him.
“Taurus. Rolphe.” He motioned them over with his fingers. “Undress my girl.”
I sucked in a breath when warm hands began to slowly move over me. They didn’t rush to discard my clothes, seemingly content to awaken every nerve ending by caressing the skin not covered by my short skirt and the silk blouse I wore.
“The rest of you … naked.”
Instinct had me looking over my shoulder, my inner dirty girl wanting to watch.
“Turn her around,” Talon instructed.
And then I had an unobstructed view of Corvin, Sim, Auberon, Ari, and Bram, all removing their jeans, folding them neatly, and placing them on the table. I had to admit, it was a sensual treat to watch them move, and I wondered if they’d been trained to be so graceful. It was something I’d noticed in every single thing they did, when they walked, worked, even sat still.
I’d had the opportunity to talk to them these past couple of days, something I’d cherished more than Talon would ever know. While I understood his desire to have them silent in his presence, I preferred to get to know them on a deeper level. I’d been careful not to pry into their lives before they’d come here, nor did I ask about their feelings for Talon, but I did inquire about the things they liked to do in their spare time. Auberon liked to read and spent quite a bit of time in the library. Rolphe and Ari had a penchant for video games. Corvin enjoyed spending his time in the gym, while his twin, Bram, spent as much time at the beach as was allowed. Taurus was fascinated by crime TV, and Sim liked to meditate.
It had surprised me to learn they were so very different, yet they got along so well. Not only because they were here to serve Talon but because they genuinely liked one another.
I moaned softly when Rolphe freed the last button on my shirt, the warm breeze caressing my nipples. His knuckles grazed my skin, causing goose bumps to form.
Taurus took over, sliding the blouse down my arms. His warm body replaced the silk as he stood behind me, the muscled wall of his chest making my legs weak.
Then I was pivoting once again, this time facing Talon, who had taken a seat on the sofa, his ankle resting on his knee as he observed.
Rather than slide my skirt down my legs, Rolphe placed his palms on my thighs and lifted it, revealing the fact I was not wearing panties. I watched Talon’s eyes, loving the way they intently observed as though I was the most fascinating creature he’d ever seen.
They went on like this for a couple more minutes before they had me completely naked.
“Return the favor, dirty girl,” Talon instructed. “Undress them.”
My breath hitched, my excitement palpable. Except for the one time Taurus and I had indulged together in the pool house, alternately sucking Talon, I hadn’t been intimate with any of them. Not even on Monday, when Talon had brought Sim into the bed with us. That had been a moment I would never forget. Not a foot away, Talon had mounted Sim and fucked him until they’d both cried out in ecstasy. I hadn’t expected I would be quite so turned on by that.
Turning my attention to Rolphe first, I stepped in close enough to let my nipples graze his bare chest. I slipped my hands between our bodies, working free the button on his jeans. He watched me, those moss-green eyes tracking me as I lowered the zipper then began sliding the denim down his muscled thighs. Doing my best to be as graceful as they were, I went to my knees before him, his eyes still following me.
I resisted the urge to stroke his thick, hard cock, refusing to do so unless Talon wanted that. While I had a physical attraction to the possessions—they were incredibly attractive, after all—my main objective was to please Talon.
Rather than get to my feet, I turned around and did the same to Taurus, staring up at him as I freed the button from the mooring, lowered the zipper, then guided his jeans down his legs. His light brown eyes glittered in the torch light; his lips parted, his breaths coming more rapidly.
“Corvin. Bram. Take her to the tantric chair.”
I didn’t even get to stand up before Corvin and Bram were there. In a move that made me giggle, Corvin scooped me up and delivered me the few feet to the wide, contoured tantric chair, as Talon called it. In my opinion, it looked more like a bed, wide enough to hold two people, curved to allow someone to recline comfortably, which I did when Corvin eased me down onto it.
“Join her,” Talon instructed.
They did, one on each side of me, and wasn’t that a thrill for the senses. They were nearly identical in appearance, only subtle differences that required someone to really look at to notice. It was a thrilling experience to have their full attention on me. My back arched when their hands glided up my calves to my knees, then sliding higher. They were simply touching, nothing more, their palms caressing my skin, but it was enough to leave me breathless.
“Suck her nipples,” Talon instructed, this time his voice closer.
I looked up to see him standing at the end of the chair, his eyes locked on my chest when Bram and Corvin leaned in at the same time, the warm rasp of their tongues making me moan.
“Sim. Ari. Come here.”
While I was assaulted by delicious suction on my breasts, I watched Talon, saw when Ari and Sim came to stand beside him. I waited with bated breath, wondering what he would do next. There were so many options, but I wasn’t sure what he was looking to accomplish.
“Undress me,” he ordered.
They didn’t hesitate, removing his T-shirt, his jeans. They took their time, touching every inch they exposed and enjoying themselves in the process.
“Auberon, trade places with Bram.”
Bram disappeared and Auberon slid in beside me, his hand gently caressing, his tongue lapping my nipple moments before he nipped it.
I cried out, a rush of pleasure sending chills down my spine.
“Corvin, up.”
Then it was just me and Auberon.
Talon patted the end of the chair, which was curved upward. “Come here, dirty girl.”
Slowly, and with Auberon’s assistance, I got to my knees and crawled to the end of the chair, resting my elbows on the cushioned end.
I was face-to-face with Talon’s impressive erection, which he was stroking leisurely.
“Auberon, slide under her. Let her sit on your face.”
I inhaled sharply but didn’t hesitate widening my legs so Auberon could shift his head beneath me.
Talon’s fingers curled under my chin, tilting my head back. He held my gaze, which meant he saw the moment my eyes nearly rolled back in my head when Auberon’s tongue grazed my clit.
“Oh, God…” I whimpered.
“Do you like them pleasuring you?”
“Yes,” I rasped, my breaths choppy as Auberon’s skilled tongue got more daring.
Talon released my chin, but then he had his cock at my mouth. I didn’t have to be instructed, my lips parted, tongue darting out to lick the
wide head. Talon’s sharp inhale spurred me on. It absolutely thrilled me to know I could bring him such pleasure. After all, he had seven other mouths that were likely far more skilled than mine, yet he chose me.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed as he grabbed a fistful of my hair. He didn’t hold me in place or guide me, he simply held on as though he needed that additional connection.
Admittedly, it wasn’t all that easy to focus on Talon when Auberon was eating my pussy like a starving man. His big hands had curled around my thighs, holding me in place as he speared his tongue into me. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, desperate for the release that was just out of reach.
What happened next was a blur. A mishmash of limbs and body parts as Talon continued to instruct his possessions, all of them taking turns with mouths and hands, driving me higher and higher. Eventually, Talon joined me on the chair, my body draped over his. I made a desperate attempt to take him into my body, but he merely chuckled, gripping my hips to keep me from moving.
“Scoot back, Braelyn.”
I did, which didn’t help me at all.
“Ari, rim her.”
It took a second to realize what that meant. And when Ari’s hands spread my ass cheeks and his tongue grazed sensitive nerve endings, I nearly collapsed on top of Talon.
“Feel good?”
I nodded, unable to find my voice as I focused on this new sensation.
Ever since the day in the pool house when Talon had fucked my ass with his thumb, he hadn’t made any other attempts. And truthfully, I’d been hoping he would, eager to explore those foreign sensations but not nearly bold enough to ask for it.
“One day…” Talon whispered, watching my face. “One day I’m going to slide my cock in your ass, fuck you until you’re begging to come.”
A mini explosion detonated from his words alone, helped along when Talon’s fingers teased my clit.
“Talon. Please.”
“What do you need, dirty girl?”
“Fuck me,” I pleaded, not caring about grace or finesse. At this point, it was all about releasing the ever-building pressure inside me.
“Not yet.”
The next orders he barked had my body tensing. And then Ari’s tongue disappeared, replaced by Rolphe’s slick finger.
Talon watched as Rolphe fingered my ass. I had to give him credit, he was gentle. Too gentle. I needed…
“More, Talon,” I begged. “Fuck me. Both of you.”
He growled then, pulling me toward him, his mouth crushing to mine.
And then he was inside me, his cock filling my pussy. The orgasm was instant, and I cried out, the sound swallowed by his mouth.
There were now two fingers in my ass, and Talon was fucking me, doing all the work as I depended on him to hold me together when I knew any second I was going to shatter into a million pieces.
“One day, dirty girl. One day we’ll fill you completely.”
God, why did I want that so badly? I’d never wanted anything like it before, yet when Talon said those words, all I could think about was being filled in a way I’d never experienced before.
Before I knew what was happening, Rolphe was gone, and Talon had flipped our positions, his big body covering me as he ruthlessly fucked me. I stared up into his beautiful face, saw more heat than I’d ever seen glittering in his nearly black eyes.
“Mine,” he rumbled seconds before he came.
His orgasm triggered another, and I cried out his name, my arms wreathing his neck as I held on for dear life.
THIRTY-NINE
Monday, January 18, 2021
Braelyn
The following Monday, I was in my new office, typing up the notes from Talon’s morning meeting, adding items to my to-do list to ensure I followed up in a timely manner, when the phone on my desk rang.
I glanced at the small screen. It wasn’t coming from an internal extension, and I didn’t recognize the number, so I answered politely.
“Miss Bishop, this is Neil Sandoval, returning your call.”
I tried to place the name but couldn’t. I’d spent last week following up on a few things, but I could not recall contacting anyone with that name, although I had reached out to several Owners from a list that Talon wanted follow-ups on.
“My apologies, Miss Bishop. I’m actually returning your call to Gwyneth Mills. I’m the attorney handling her estate. I’m sorry to say but she has passed away.”
My throat suddenly tightened with a grief I had no business feeling. The woman wasn’t mine to mourn, yet that had always been something I had a difficult time dealing with.
I took a moment, cleared my throat. “I’m sorry to hear that, Mr. Sandoval. If it’s possible, could I please speak to”—I glanced at the notes I’d made for Ms. Mills—“Jones?” That was the name the possession had taken, or at least that was what had been noted in the file.
“Actually, he’s…” Mr. Sandoval cleared his throat. “He’s no longer employed by the Mills family.”
No longer employed? What the hell did that mean?
“Could you please provide me with a number where I could reach him?”
“You’re in luck,” he answered, sounding pleased. “I’ve put him up in a motel for the week. After that, he’s on his own.”
I swallowed the response I wanted to make and offered a polite “Thank you” instead.
Mr. Sandoval rattled off the phone number.
“Thank you,” I repeated. “Again, I’m sorry for your loss.”
I disconnected, needing a minute to breathe. Not wasting any time at all, I dialed the number he’d provided.
“Hello?” I said into the phone when I heard someone answer.
There was no response.
“Jones?”
Only a soft breath on the other end of the line.
“Jones, my name is Braelyn. I work for Owned, Incorporated. I need you to speak so I know you’re there.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said softly, as though he wasn’t used to speaking.
Considering Talon’s own possessions didn’t speak, I wondered if maybe that was the case with him.
“Jones, I understand your Owner has passed away?”
A soft sniffle sounded.
“I’m so sorry,” I told him, keeping my voice low. “So very sorry for your loss.”
According to the notes in the file, Jones had been with his Owner for nearly four years. Meaning he would’ve been one of the first who’d been brought to Sapphire Island and placed.
“I need to know that you’re all right. Can you tell me that?”
“I am. Yes, ma’am.”
“Do you have a place to go? After you leave the motel?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Okay. Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to hang up with you because I need to speak to Talon. You remember Talon, right?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Once I speak to him, I’m going to call you right back. Stay where you are, okay? Answer the phone when I call.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Give me ten minutes.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I hated disconnecting, because he sounded as though he was in terrible pain. Emotionally at least, and I had to wonder what he was doing to cope with the loss of the most important thing in his life. It angered me that he’d been cast out of his home, placed in a motel. Although, I probably should’ve been grateful they’d had the decency to do that much.
“Ten minutes, Jones,” I repeated.
I hung up, then bolted up from my desk. I headed straight for Talon’s office only to find he wasn’t there. I backtracked, pausing at Zion’s office. From the doorway, I could see him typing away.
“I hate to bother you,” I said, clearly interrupting.
Zion lifted his head, motioned me inside.
I couldn’t help it, I hesitated, taking one small step forward then peeking into the room. Specifically, at the wall where Micah had been shackled that one tim
e. To my relief, there was no possession hanging on the wall.
Zion must’ve found amusement in my actions because he smiled. “All clear, Miss Bishop.”
“Do you know where Talon is?”
“I believe he’s at the resort talking to Ransom.”
“Okay, thanks.” I spun around to leave.
“Is something wrong?” he called after me.
Figuring he might have an answer that would save me time, I turned back. “Actually, yes. I was following up with an Owner … a Gwyneth Mills.”
He leaned back in his chair, grinned. “I remember Ms. Mills, sure.”
“She’s dead,” I blurted.
His face sobered. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
I waved him off. “I was able to track down her possession. She referred to him as Jones. He’s been turned out by the family, temporarily placed in a motel by their attorney.”
Zion frowned.
“The man was decent enough to put him up for a week, gave me the number. I talked to him. Jones. The possession.”
Zion nodded for me to continue.
“What do you do in instances like this?” I asked. “You know, when an Owner dies or is otherwise incapable of taking care of their possession.”
Yes, even as I spoke, it all sounded like a foreign language to me.
He shook his head, sat up straight. “To my knowledge, we haven’t had this happen before.”
“But surely you’ve prepared for it, right? I mean, that’s why we call to check on them, isn’t it?”
He didn’t respond and I could see he didn’t know how to answer that.
Clearly I was wasting time here. “Okay. I’ll find Talon.”
“I’m right here,” came the booming voice from behind me.
I startled, then spun around, looking up into his handsome face. I sighed my relief, then took his hand and practically dragged him back to my office.
Once inside, I hurried to explain the same thing I’d told Zion, then followed with a frantically spoken, “What do you want to do?”
Talon held my gaze, his tone smooth and even when he said, “What would you suggest we do, Braelyn?”
“We go get him. Bring him back here.”
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