Owned (Office Intrigue Book 8) Nicole Edwards (classic english novels TXT) 📖

“Rolphe, your turn.”

Rolphe replaced Taurus, standing behind her at the end of the bed, his fingers working their magic on her.

“Look at me, dirty girl,” I whispered gruffly.

Braelyn lifted her head.

“Remember your fantasy? The one where you’re taking three cocks at one time?”

She nodded, her eyes flaring.

“We’re working up to that tonight.”

I could see her surprise.

“One of these days, we’ll fill you completely, but tonight … tonight that virgin ass is mine.”

She whimpered, her eyes glazing with that desperate hunger I knew she harbored.

“Rolphe, stop.”

He did.

I lifted my head, nipped Braelyn’s lower lip. “Turn over for me.”

She did. I remained beneath her, her back to my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, lightly tweaked her nipples.

“Bram, put your cock in Ari’s mouth.”

I was aware of movement, but I didn’t attempt to watch. They knew they were to remain so Braelyn could see them.

“Jones, suck Corvin’s cock.”

More movement, but I continued to pluck Braelyn’s nipples, alternately plumping her breasts.

“Can you see them?” I asked, shifting so I could speak directly into her ear.

“Yes.”

“Do you like watching them?”

“Yes.”

“Auberon, lube my cock. Rolphe, fuck Sim’s face.”

With each command, I was getting more tense, my body harder, my need for this woman overwhelming. I was a man with tremendous patience, but I couldn’t hold out indefinitely. And Auberon’s hands were working me into a near-painful state.

“You ready, dirty girl?”

“Yes,” she moaned, shifting when I reached down, guiding my cock along the crack of her ass.

“I want you to relax.”

She whimpered as I pressed the head to her puckered hole.

“Take me, baby,” I urged, needing her to bear down because of the position.

It didn’t take long to realize the position wouldn’t work.

“Sit up,” I instructed, helping her up so she was straddling me, her back to me.

I propped myself up with pillows, then guided my cock to her asshole once more. Braelyn leaned forward, her hands on my shins, opening herself up to me as the thick head disappeared inside her.

“Taurus, Auberon, suck her tits. Corvin, fuck Jones’s ass.”

There was movement all around us, and it worked as a successful distraction for Braelyn. That combined with the possessions tormenting her nipples allowed her to relax as I worked my cock into her tight ass. I grunted and groaned, going slow although it was killing me. I wanted to fuck her like this, to drive in deep and hard, to claim her in a way she’d never been claimed before.

“Talon!”

I paused.

“No,” she ground out. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

I hadn’t expected her encouragement, so I continued pushing inside her until my cock was lodged to the hilt.

“Take me, dirty girl,” I urged. “Fuck your ass on my cock.”

I growled when she began to move, her fingernails biting into my legs, the sensation like nothing I’d felt before, although I couldn’t explain why. I watched her slender back as she moved, forward, back, her toned muscles so gloriously feminine as she worked herself on me.

Long, torturous minutes followed before I knew I had to take control.

Without finesse, I grabbed her hips, holding her to me as I rolled her forward until she was on all fours. I was behind her, drilling into her while my possessions surrounded us, their grunts and groans growing louder as orgasms remained just out of reach.

“I’m going to come in your ass,” I bit out, leaning down to her ear. “You want that, dirty girl? You want me to come inside you?”

“Yes! Oh, God, Talon!”

Her body clamped down on me so viciously my breath lodged in my throat as I erupted deep inside her. It was all I could do not to crush her into the cushion as my body shuddered violently.

“Are you okay?” I managed as I pulled out of her, rolling to my side and bringing her with me.

She was panting still, but I heard the smile in her voice when she said, “Better than okay.”

And if I hadn’t already known, I certainly did now.

Braelyn Bishop, my dirty, dirty girl … she owned me.

Heart, body, and soul.

EPILOGUE

Saturday, June 26, 2021

TALON

June twenty-sixth turned out to be a perfect day for a wedding.

Mine and Braelyn’s wedding.

I didn’t think the sky had ever been clearer, the water bluer, the air warmer.

Probably just me waxing poetic as I waited for my future bride to meet me down by the water.

There were guests all around, the resort shut down to outsiders, only friends and family—Ransom being the only blood relative—invited to this special event. A handful of Owned employees, including Zion, Tiegan, Memphis, and Gideon. Micah had come, as had Jasper and Cody.

I was pretty sure almost every member of Dichotomy was in attendance, most definitely those closest to me. Landon and Langston Moore had brought their pet, Luci. Then there was the ruthless Sadist, Zeke Lautner, with his two submissives, Brax and Case. Gregory Edge, once the head Dominant at Dichotomy, along with Chris Cavanaugh and their naughty submissive, Jamie. The famous Dominant Trent Ramsey was here, of course, along with Clarissa and Troy. As were Justin Parker, Benjamin Snowden, and their rebellious submissive, Addison. And I couldn’t forget Ian and Isaac Stokes, who were accompanied by their fairy princess, Everly, as well as their other submissive, Dante. Mistress Jane was also here, but I got the feeling she was only pretending to be interested in the wedding since her eyes had been glued to two of our most recently acquired possessions. If I had to guess, she would be filling out an Owner application in the very near future.

The plan was for the ceremony to be short and sweet, with Ransom giving his sister away, while Jamie Lautner stood up for Braelyn, and Zion stood up for me. Trent had begged to officiate, but I was allowing Gideon to do the honors at his request, having been certified specifically for this event.

And once the vows were spoken, rings exchanged, and Braelyn was officially my bride, I would be eager for all the guests to disappear so