to my room, the only thing I’d wanted was to return to her room, to defile her in the most primal ways, resulting in my body sinking into her wet, silky heat for hours on end. After that, I would’ve been content with sliding in bed and holding her for the rest of the night—something I’d never had the desire to do.
Yet somehow I managed to stay away.
Having indulged with Corvin hadn’t done anything to sate the ridiculous urge, but I imagine it had lessened the sting I would’ve experienced this morning. While I could’ve indulged for a few more hours, I chose to do something I hadn’t done in years: go to bed unsatisfied.
Of course, that meant waking unsatisfied, but no one ever said life would be easy, I figured.
Now, as I stepped out of the bathroom, showered, shaved, and dressed for the day, I noticed Auberon had brought in a rolling cart containing the clothing I’d ordered for Braelyn during the trip from Chicago. Ari was also there, standing near the door, awaiting my instructions as was his job today.
I took a moment to peruse the handful of items, moving them around to my liking, then separating three outfits from the rest.
Glancing at Auberon, I said, “Deliver these to Braelyn’s room, along with a note advising breakfast will be served precisely at eight. I expect her to be there.”
While he left to do my bidding, I decided I would make a brief detour to check on Ransom before I got my day underway.
Being that he would no doubt interact with many of the possessions once he ventured out of his villa when he was feeling up to it, I figured it made sense to give him an overview before he found himself front and center without the backstory of what transpired here on Sapphire Island. While I pegged Ransom as an open-minded man, I knew there were some things that required explanation. A resort full of unowned possessions was one of those things.
As was my early-morning routine, I strolled the grounds, observing the possessions as they performed their morning duties, some wearing the maximum attire allowed (which wasn’t much at all), some naked. Most would consider their nudity some sort of perversion on my part, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. There was a saying I’d heard: you have to break them down before you can build them up. That was very true. At least when it came to submissives of this caliber.
And to be honest, I found nothing desirable about seeing them working sans clothing. It didn’t do anything for me. Hence the reason my own possessions wore clothing when they worked. Not because I gave a shit about their vulnerability, I simply didn’t need to see all their bits and pieces bouncing around. Yet it was something I’d grown used to here on the island.
As I walked past the pools and the Owners’ Retreat on my way to the villas, possessions would stop what they were doing and shift down to their knees, heads lowering. No one said a word to me, as was their instruction. However, this was their way of acknowledging and showing their respect for my presence. It was one of the first things they were trained on. After all, as far as they were concerned, I was the be all, end all, the one man who could make or break their entire existence. When I passed, they returned to what they were doing, dutifully focused on whatever the trainers had them working on today.
I probably didn’t need to mention that, in all the time I’d been dealing with possessions, that was one rule not a single one of them had ever broken.
Like I said, determination was a heady thing.
And just like always, seeing it all flowing seamlessly left me with a sense of pride in what I’d built.
As perverted as that might seem.
*
RANSOM
I did not know Talon as well as I’d originally thought.
A fact I became aware of last night when I’d slipped out in an attempt to get some air after Jasper had returned to his own villa, assuring me he was only a phone call away if I needed him. Along with that brush off, he’d conveniently given me a cell phone. Provided by Talon, of course.
Problem was, I’d needed Jasper then, but I figured sharing that little detail probably wouldn’t have worked in my favor, so I’d let him leave, intending to sleep some more. When that