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

I paused with my hand on the cable, watching as Ari leaned in, pressing his lips to the back of Auberon’s thigh, dragging his tongue downward as his hands splayed over Auberon’s ass, spreading his cheeks open to reveal his puckered hole. When he dragged his tongue along the crease, teasing the sensitive nerve endings, Auberon’s body tensed, a ragged moan falling from his lips.

While I admired Ari’s ministrations, enjoying the soft moans that began escaping Auberon, I adjusted more of the cables, lifting Auberon’s entire body so that he was at the perfect height to take my cock into his mouth. A couple of adjustments allowed me to lower his head so that I could use that mouth the way I longed to.

“Open,” I commanded, spreading my legs as I gripped the steel posts, pushing my cock into his hot, wet mouth.

Auberon’s lips closed enough to seal around my cock, allowing me to slide in and out at my leisure, his tongue brushing along my shaft as I took my time. As I slowly fucked Auberon’s mouth, I watched Ari tongue-fucking Auberon’s ass, his hands firmly gripping Auberon’s thighs, allowing him to go in deep. There was an adoration to the way they interacted with one another. They weren’t merely performing for me, although it was clearly their main objective. No, they enjoyed one another and I couldn’t say I blamed them.

“Now use the toy I set out,” I instructed Ari.

He didn’t immediately get to his feet, ensuring there was no abrupt halt to Auberon’s pleasure before he dragged his tongue up the back of Auberon’s leg then reached over and retrieved the thin vibrator and lubricant I’d set out for him.

After applying a generous amount of lube to the toy and to Auberon’s anus, Ari twisted the vibrator on, then inserted it gently.

Auberon’s mouth was still wrapped around my cock, so I pulled out, dragging the swollen head over his lips.

“Lick.”

He did, thoroughly teasing my cock with his tongue. Every now and again I would push back into his mouth, retreat, his satisfied hum vibrating up through my shaft.

Changing it up again, I stepped closer so that my balls were over his mouth. He went to work diligently massaging and sucking while I reached for his cock, stroking slowly. Ari continued to fuck him with the vibrator, increasing the speed whenever I instructed.

Auberon’s moans intensified, sending vibrations through my balls as he drew them into his mouth. My cock was rock hard at this point, and it took effort to pull back, but I knew it would be worth it.

I traded places with Ari, allowing him to remove the toy and generously lube my cock before he took his place at Auberon’s head.

“Fuck his mouth,” I commanded.

I synced my efforts to Ari’s, guiding my cock into Auberon’s ass while Ari pushed into his mouth. Then we proceeded to fuck him from both ends, our hands firmly holding him in place so the swing remained motionless.

Auberon’s tight hole gripped me like a vise, my attention on the way Ari’s thick cock was disappearing into Auberon’s mouth, stretching his throat. When Auberon would gag, Ari would retreat only to push in again.

“Come in his mouth,” I commanded.

I paused, my cock lodged deep inside Auberon while Ari used Auberon’s exquisite mouth to send him over the edge. I observed, ensuring he saw the pleasure he gave me by his willingness to do everything I instructed. A startled cry escaped him as he came, his legs buckling. When he pulled out and stepped back, I took over.

“Look at me,” I commanded Auberon.

His head lifted, eyes meeting mine as I slammed into him again and again, holding his gaze as I fucked him ruthlessly. I didn’t hold back, ramming in hard, retreating, driving in again. Minutes ticked by as I let the pleasure wash away the anger and frustration from earlier. Auberon’s moans mingled with my rough groans as I worked us both to that blessed peak.

“Come,” I bit out.

Auberon’s asshole clamped down on my cock, milking me as his cock spurted.

Then it was over.

With my atonement complete, I headed to bed.

TWENTY-FIVE

Monday, January 4, 2021

RANSOM

I’d slept better last night than I had in a long time. And that was despite the discomfort of my healing body. I’d spent the entire night wrapped tightly around Jasper, secure in his warmth. Content for the first time in … too damn long.

Unfortunately, the night hadn’t been endless, and I woke to find Jasper gone. Initially I’d been upset that he hadn’t woken me, but then I’d read the note: Have something to take care of, then home for a shower. Thank you for last night, Titan. I’m looking forward to the next.

Those words had made it easier to get out of bed.

Now as I sat at the small table in the breakfast nook, sipping coffee and skimming news articles coming out of Chicago, I felt my tension rising. The news of our “deaths” had gotten out, the bodies Zion had planted in my house discovered. The cadavers he’d appropriated from God knows where had been burned to a crisp, unrecognizable, as was how he’d wanted it. Or so he’d told me when we discussed how it would all play out yesterday afternoon when he’d summoned me to his office. Evidently, he had a friend who owed him a favor. Must’ve been a big one for someone to want to get tangled in my mess.

According to Zion, the objective was to set the scene so that the medical examiner wouldn’t look too closely. The news was reporting that a space heater had ignited a blaze and my sister and I—our identification handily nearby—had been the unfortunate casualties. To top it off, someone had leaked a few details to the media because they’d already tied Ransom and Braelyn Bishop to our original identities: Salvatore and Teresa Bianchi.

Zion’s doing, I was sure.

But that was pertinent information. After all, if