Braelyn
Saturday night’s party started in the ballroom of the resort. It was a grand affair, not entirely unlike the first night, with the exception there was no dinner being served.
Not indoors, at least.
As had become custom, I’d had a choice of three different outfits, all expensive gowns, all a bit skimpier than I was used to. There was red, there was white, and there was black. The moment I saw them, I knew that my selection would be telling, what I assumed was Talon’s point in giving me options.
Question now was which one did I go with?
Now, everyone knew black was more slimming, but that didn’t necessarily make it my first choice. When I saw it, I figured that would be the one, but then I stepped back and tried to think about what Talon was really saying with these selections. And based on the bikinis I’d had to choose from this week, I knew Talon was the one picking out my options.
So I had given some thought to what each one might mean. Not that I knew Talon well enough to decipher his thoughts, but I was getting to know him, picking up on certain nuances. In Talon’s eyes, I imagined white would reflect sweetness, perhaps virginal. While black would be simple and sexy. Red being mischievous and fun.
While I really liked the white one because of the beaded neckline, I knew that one was out. Virginal was not my goal for tonight.
I wasn’t sure I was mischievous and fun, although I truly wanted to be. It was a side of me that Talon had brought out, a side I happened to really like.
Yep. That was the one I’d opted for. Red.
Now as I made my way into the ballroom, my arm twined in Taurus’s, who requested to walk me to the party, I felt as though all eyes were on me. I could practically see myself stumbling in these heels, so I focused on each step until I’d made it across the room. It was there Talon greeted me, gently taking my hand and pulling me closer until I was nearly pressed up against his big, warm body.
“You look … edible,” he said softly.
“I was going for mischievous and fun,” I said with a grin.
“I definitely hope to explore that mischief later.” He leaned in. “For hours.”
His lips brushed mine and I fought the sigh that threatened. I was getting used to this man. To the point, I was having a difficult time remembering what my life had been like before him.
Talon took my hand, holding it near his chest as we strolled through the enormous ballroom. Unlike the first night when it was casual and elegant, tonight’s theme was darker, more sinful. The lights were dim, strobes dancing across the room. The deep, throbbing bass gave an air of sensuality that suited the way the others were dancing. Leah and Brad were in their own little world on the other side of the room with their possession. At the moment, Leah had her husband kneeling before her, watching as the possession ran his hands over her body.
In the center, Laura was dancing alone, her possession kneeling nearby, his eyes on her. Her body swayed and shifted, her hands running over her curves as she watched him intently. I couldn’t deny I admired Laura’s spirit. The woman knew what she wanted, and she didn’t hesitate going after it.
To my surprise, Zion was also on that dance floor. He had his arms wrapped tightly around Micah’s bare chest, their bodies sliding sinfully together.
“This seems a bit subdued,” I told Talon as he led the way to a table in the far corner.
“And what would you have them doing if this were your party?”
“Well, for one, I would have more Owners here,” I told him, accepting the chair he pulled out for me.
“More?”
“Yes. I think I’d go for double this size.” I’d actually given it some thought these past few days. “You said these are infrequent.”
“They are.”
“And how often do you get new possessions at the island?”
“Minimum of one delivery per month.”
“How many at a time?”
“It fluctuates. No fewer than three, sometimes up to five. Depends on the pipeline.”
“Gideon said there are thirty plus in residence right now.”
“Correct.”
“And I assume it’s your objective to move them through. I’m sure it’s rather expensive to take care of them while they’re here.”
Talon held my gaze.
“What percentage of Owners usually leave with a possession when they visit?” I asked.
“Fifty percent. On a good day.”
“If you increased the number of potential Owners, plus mixed in some previous clients who would be showing off their own possession, I think you’d increase the amount leaving. Plus, if you allowed guests to come and go more frequently, you’d potentially be able to reduce the number staying here for any length of time.”
Talon grinned. “And I thought you were a programmer.”
“I’ve got a few other skills,” I admitted.
“I think Zion would be most interested in chatting with you.”
As he was the CFO of Owned, Inc., I figured Zion and I would get along relatively well. I knew all about budgets, mostly because I’d been on a strict one all my life.
“I do think you need to find a way to get more females in here,” I told him. “They should make up at least fifty percent.”
“Easier said than done.”
“Maybe.” I’d thought about this, too. “I don’t know what the process is for potential possessions to apply, but if you could find a way to soften it so women feel more comfortable, perhaps you’ll get more applicants that way.”
“And what makes you think we don’t?”
I shrugged, smiled. “I’ve met you, Talon. Plus, I’ve met Zion and Tiegan. You’ve got very dominating personalities. And yes, I understand those who want to be owned are submissive, but that doesn’t mean they trust anyone who promises to do right by them.”
“For someone who hasn’t been brought into the fold, you seem to have a lot of input.”
“I’m sure there’s a lot more to it than I’ve considered, but I have given it some thought. I can see the big picture.” I motioned to those around us. “If you’re looking to entertain, we should set a standard. No, it’s not a club, but you’ve set the mood. More like-minded individuals, more interaction, you’ll likely see more people wanting to visit. Owners and possessions.”
Talon glanced around, his gaze finally settling on me once more. “What mood do you think we should be setting here?”
When he looked at me like that, it set fire to my blood, made me want to be daring and bold. “Sinful, sexy. No holds barred. Even I can tell Laura is in her element here. She wants to let loose. This is a vacation for her. And Drago … he looks like he’s bored, when earlier he was fucking a possession by the pool. Tonight should be about their final decisions, and they should be celebrating. Those who haven’t made a selection … perhaps they should be given the opportunity to sample from a bigger pool. Provided the possessions are interested, of course.”
Talon continued to stare at me.
“If you don’t want to increase the frequency, maybe you cut off Owner inquiries for a certain period before each retreat. That way the possessions who aren’t engaged in interactions can interact. Plus, the newest ones could be available, too. Maybe at an extra cost or something. This might attract more Owners wanting to come visit more often. Also, you could add some entertainment. And your employees … they should be here. More of them. Maybe not all, but more than your upper level. It could be a reward. They can bring their plus-one … or however many extras they have. I can’t imagine those who work for you are prudes.”
Talon leaned back in his chair, motioned me over.
I got to my feet, keeping my shoulders back, showing him I wasn’t a prude, either.
He took my hands in each of his, tugged me forward. When I realized he wanted me to straddle his thighs, I lifted my skirt to accommodate.
“And you, dirty girl?” Talon’s arm curled around my back, pulling me intimately into him. “Taking all your suggestions into account, what would you be doing at this party?”
I could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against my pussy, my body throbbing from the contact.
Feeling bolder than I ever had in my life, I leaned in, smiled against his mouth. “You, Talon. I’d be doing you.”
*
TALON
“Right here? Right now?” I asked, holding Braelyn against me.
“Yes.”
Pulling back, I stared into her beautiful eyes. They were glittering in the strobes, her face flushed. She was enjoying this, perhaps as much as I was.
Truth be told, I hadn’t expected this from her. Certainly not tonight, and maybe not ever. My first impressions of Braelyn had been that of a woman who appreciated privacy. She wasn’t opposed to interludes that edged on the kinkier side, but I’d suspected she hadn’t wanted an audience. From what I’d learned about her this week, I’d judged her incorrectly.
I’d been taking her privately out of respect for her. But based on the way she was talking, I wanted to push her boundaries, see just how daring she really was. Braelyn could definitely talk a good game, but I wanted to see if she’d put her money where her mouth was.
“No holds barred?” I asked, using her words.
Her golden gaze held mine. “Yes.”
I motioned Taurus over. When I pointed, he stepped up behind Braelyn, his legs parting to straddle my knees.
Braelyn peered over her shoulder then looked back at me.
“You can’t tempt the beast and not expect him to pounce,” I told her, holding my hands up so Taurus would place his in mine. I positioned his hands on her shoulders. “Touch her.”
Braelyn sighed when Taurus’s palms slid over her shoulders. He pulled her hair behind her, the long, glossy strands cascading down her back before letting his hands drift down to her chest. He didn’t move quickly, his big, strong hands gliding over her soft, silky skin. All the while, her eyes remained locked with mine, the amber glittering gold, her desire evident.
“Is this what you had in mind?” I taunted, sliding my hands along her thighs, inching the short red dress up her legs.
“Talon…”
“Unless you’re telling me to stop or you’re answering one of my questions, don’t speak.”
Heat flashed brightly in her eyes.
Yeah, my dirty girl liked this.
“Slide the straps off her shoulders,” I instructed Taurus, surprised by how much I enjoyed seeing his hands on her.
The thin straps eased down her upper arms, the swells of her breasts and those sweet apricot nipples appearing as the triangular fabric folded down.
Braelyn leaned back into Taurus as his hands ventured lower, curving around the outside of her breasts before cupping her gently.
She moaned, her eyes closing.
In that moment, we could’ve been the only ones in the room, although we weren’t. There were plenty of others around, a few who were taking an interest in what we were doing. I didn’t bother to inform Braelyn, going on the assumption she’d been aware of her surroundings when she began taunting me.
Leaning in, I lapped one of her nipples. Taurus knew what to do as though we’d rehearsed this, his hands curling beneath the generous swells, lifting her breasts in offering. While I teased her nipples, he held her firmly, plumping her lovely breasts, tweaking the nipple I wasn’t teasing with my lips.
Braelyn’s body began to roll, her hips shifting, her back arching as she let the sensations wash over her. She was beautiful like that, succumbing to the pleasure.
Gripping her hips, I pulled her in tightly against me, grinding my erection between her spread thighs.
“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.