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

One might think having a training facility for those who sought to be owned by another was excessive. After all, what could I possibly be teaching them that they didn’t already know? The short answer was: everything. Those who came to the island lived here with the hopes of becoming someone’s property at some point. During their stay, they were owned by the trainers who were responsible for them, treated in the same manner they would be treated in the real world. Commanded, used, punished. Taught how to please sexually, to endure, enjoy, and satisfy a myriad of sexual fetishes. Those who sought my services tended to lean toward Domination and submission, hence the need for us to get them intimately acquainted with the tools of the trade.

On top of that, trainers were responsible for overseeing the interactions the possessions had with potential Owners and ultimately working with those Owners in an attempt to ensure the match that would be made was one that would endure time. While I couldn’t claim a one-hundred-percent success rate, the failure rate was miniscule.

Rather than go into the pool house, I remained on the patio, observing while one of the trainers finished a session with a possession. The possession was being led by a leash, and I figured it was for one of three reasons: punishment, reward, or training at a potential Owner’s instruction.

Neither trainer nor possession said a word to me before they disappeared, leaving me alone as was my request. A few minutes later, Corvin joined me. He had turned off the main lights, adjusted those in the pool, and retrieved a towel for when I was finished.

Corvin passed over another glass of brandy he’d prepared for me, and I stared at him for a moment, considering what would please me most right now.

“Undress me,” I commanded, watching the way his emerald-green eyes glittered with appreciation. “And stimulate me while you’re at it.”

Corvin immediately tended to my clothing, removing each piece slowly. Nothing was tossed about but rather set neatly on a table nearby. His hands roamed freely over the skin he revealed, his lips sometimes joining in. He took the liberty of touching and tasting, but he knew how far I would allow him to go, and he knew not to push those boundaries.

I did enjoy their touch, the exploration. There was a reverence to it, as though I was the most important thing in their world. And perhaps I was. I would never mistake it for love. Didn’t want to. They weren’t seeking love or affection; they required something else to be fulfilled, something that most of the world wouldn’t be able to wrap their heads around if they were privy to it.

A soft moan escaped me when Corvin’s hand grazed my cock as he was sliding my jeans down my legs. I peered down as his lips moved over my thigh, drifting lower until he had freed the denim from my feet.

Once I was naked, Corvin returned to stand before me, his hands going behind his back, head tipping downward as he waited for my next command.

I stepped away from him and made my way down into the water. It was cool enough to counteract some of the heat, but not enough to take the edge off my lust. I attributed that to Braelyn, to her responses, to how tight her pussy had been when it had clasped my fingers as she came so beautifully.

“Strip,” I instructed, propping my arms on the side as I stared up at him. “Show me.”

It didn’t take Corvin long to disrobe, but he did so in a manner that enticed, showing off his muscular body.

I would not pretend I wasn’t completely fascinated by the physical aspects of my possessions. I was a visual man. I preferred them long and lean, with chiseled torsos, washboard abs, firmly toned arms. I wasn’t turned on by overly developed bodies, didn’t appreciate the thick, meaty types. They worked diligently to keep themselves in shape for me because that was part of our contractual agreement.

“Stroke your cock.”

I could see the way his chest began to rise and fall more rapidly, the lights from the pool shimmering off his phenomenal physique as he gripped his cock firmly, massaging slowly. His eyes remained on me, as did his full attention. Because there were plenty of others in residence, all of them having full view of what was transpiring out here if they were to merely look, Corvin would know that anyone could be watching him. He didn’t care. Nor did I. He was here for my pleasure. It wouldn’t have mattered if there had been a party going on a few feet away, he would’ve done exactly as I commanded, but I made a point never to exploit them. If I chose to put them on display, it was for my own personal enjoyment, no one else’s.

Setting my glass to the side, I stood tall in the water. “Over here. Kneel.”

Corvin moved toward me, his movements controlled as he went to his knees, his hand still firmly stroking his long, thick cock because I hadn’t instructed him to do otherwise. All my males were circumcised, all were well-endowed and groomed themselves so they were bare and smooth. After all, it was my preference.

“Hands behind your back.”

He clasped his hands behind him, his back straight, abs ridged, cock standing out proudly from his body.

I teased him with my fingers, sliding them over the long, hard shaft, grazing the pre-cum pooling at the tip, admiring the way his flesh throbbed under my touch. It wasn’t always about me taking from them. I didn’t give, per se, I merely explored because it turned me on. I cupped his heavy sac with my other hand, squeezing firmly, hard enough to elicit a guttural groan from him. Corvin liked to ride the edge of pain, something I’d learned shortly after his arrival here two years ago, him and his twin the most recent of