Mr. Monk and the Two Assistants by Goldberg, Lee (books for students to read .TXT) 📕

It had nothing to do with the fact Ransom would owe me in return for the grand gesture I would make to ensure he and his sister were safe from this point forward. That was a given and he knew it, but that was how I operated. Those closest in my circle understood I was willing to go above and beyond for the people who were important to me. And like it or not, Ransom was important to me. He was a dear friend, and I’d known for quite some time that he was in trouble. And yes, while I could be incredibly generous to those within my inner circle, I could also do serious damage when someone crossed me. Good thing most people tended to steer clear because of it. It kept that valued inner circle small.

Turning my attention away from the door Ransom had exited through, I lifted a hand and motioned with my finger as I walked over to the wall of windows overlooking Chicago.

Auberon was instantly at my side, taking my jacket when I began to shrug out of it. After hanging it, he returned, moving to stand where I pointed. With a nod of my head, he eased down to his knees. I stared down at him while he unhooked my belt, unbuttoned my slacks, then slid them down my hips.

Spreading my legs wider, I gave Auberon another nod.

“Slowly,” I commanded when he curled his fingers around my cock.

There was no response, merely obedience. Being that Auberon was my possession, he did not speak directly to me. None of them did. It was not necessary, because the rule was, I gave instructions, my possessions followed them. I held a great deal of responsibility being that I had to be clear in what I wanted, but that was the only concession I made.

Staring out at the darkened sky, I thought about Ransom’s request. What appealed to me most about it was the fact that I would get to see his sister, Braelyn, again. A woman I hadn’t seen in over a year. Up until Halloween of last year, right after I noticed a shift in Ransom, I hadn’t even realized the man had a sibling. And based on what little I’d garnered from those we interacted with mutually, I didn’t think they were aware of her, either. Except maybe Zeke, although he had never revealed anything. Ransom had done a damn fine job keeping her hidden. As for his reasons … well, I could only assume it had something to do with their parents, who, according to what I’d learned, were neck deep in organized crime.

Despite the fact I had unearthed details about Braelyn—date of birth, college transcript, credit score, etc.—I hadn’t been able to lay eyes on her again. It didn’t appear there were any pictures of the woman. Not even an old student ID or one from her current employer. To top it off, Braelyn Bishop had no social media presence whatsoever, which was quite the feat for a twenty-four-year-old, I figured.

Unfortunately, it meant I had to go off memory alone to fuel the erotic fantasies I’d been plagued with.

I peered down at my possession. “Suck me.”

Auberon was graceful in the transition, his hand continuing to stroke as he leaned in and took me in the blessed heat of his mouth. I let the sensations consume me as I turned my attention out the window.

Some would think I was a monster; others would find my behavior degrading. I could see how it could be misconstrued, sure. Who would want to be in a relationship like that? Probably no one. Good thing there was no relationship here. My possessions were exactly that. Things that I owned. Things that just happened to be human. There was no give and take here. It was not a two-way street. I took; they gave. My possessions relinquished all their rights (willingly) when I acquired them. I did not coddle or console them; they did not want that from me. It was exactly the way it was meant to work. For all of us.

Sliding my fingers into Auberon’s silky dark hair, I tugged his face closer, a silent demand for more. I relaxed, enjoying the way he skillfully worshipped my cock. I could’ve had him do this for hours and he wouldn’t complain. In fact, he would revel in the idea of servicing me. That was his ultimate desire, to please me, in whatever form I requested, while being controlled by me and me alone.

It was no secret there were some who considered me a perverted tyrant for owning people. Even more who didn’t understand my proclivities. I didn’t make it a point to explain my actions to anyone, because I honestly didn’t give a shit what others thought. Then again, I didn’t make a point to reveal too much about myself, either. Some things were better kept to oneself.

I grunted from the suction of Auberon’s mouth, curled my fingers tightly, and pulled his head forward as I rolled my hips, using his mouth for my pleasure.

My thoughts drifted to the day I’d been introduced to Braelyn for the first time. Although our interaction had been brief, I hadn’t forgotten her. In fact, I hadn’t stopped thinking about her since then. I had no idea what it was about the woman, but she’d managed to do what no other ever had: intrigue me.

I groaned, continuing to pump my hips, thrusting my cock in and out of Auberon’s mouth until the first electric sparks of my impending orgasm began. And when I could take no more, I roughly jerked his head forward, forcing my cock into his throat, his lips wrapped firmly around my shaft. I pushed in as deep as I could go, held him there, gritting my teeth to stave off the orgasm for a few blessed seconds.

“Make me come,” I demanded, releasing his head to give him control once more.

He took over, graciously sucking me harder, faster, deeper.