Owned by the Dom: Part One (The Owners) (17 page)

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“It just goes to show I can surprise you.”

He took her hand and led the way out of the office. Her friends were waiting for her at the bar. Anya looked worried while Becky was chatting to Jermaine. From the glazed look in Becky’s eye, Prue knew her friend was seeing more to Jermaine than simply a barman.

Anya stood up when she saw her. “I wondered what had happened to you.” She glared at James over her shoulder. He squeezed her waist. She knew he wasn’t going anywhere while she talked to her friend.

“Nothing happened to me. I’m going out with James. I’ll call you as soon as I can.” She pulled away from James and hugged Anya and then Becky. “I’ll be fine. He won’t do anything to hurt me. I’m safe with him.”

Her two friends glared at James. Their glares did not bother him. She saw his gaze was focused on her. Prue became conscious of her naked state under his coat.

“I’ll see you soon.”

Anya grabbed her hand before she got chance to leave. “You can’t be serious. He’s the one responsible for losing your job.”

Prue smiled, trying to reassure her friend. James took her hand in his pulling her back against him. “I was taking care of her. Prudence is mine to care about.”

He moved away from her friends. She chuckled, blowing them a kiss. Prue couldn’t help it. She loved how possessive he was of her. It was turning her on the way he looked at her. His hand tightened on hers as he led her out of the bar. The line trying to get into Ravage was down the street. “Your place is very busy.”

“They’re trying to get into the dungeon. BDSM is becoming popular for some reason.”

Prue chuckled. She knew the reason why but kept her opinions to herself. The taxi he’d used the other night was waiting by the curb. “Why haven’t you employed this man to be your personal driver?” she asked.

“I’ve been meaning to ask him. A black and red haired minx has been keeping my thoughts preoccupied.”

She flicked her hair over her shoulder. “What can I say? I’m memorable.”

****

“Where are we going?” she asked.
“Your house is not very clear.”

James tapped her knee staring out of the window. “It is a surprise.” They wouldn’t be disturbed at his house. The press no longer lingered around
his home. He’s helped her into the taxi, nodding his head at the driver. When he’d been getting the bowl of hot water for Prudence, he’d phoned the firm to bring his usual driver. Before he left the taxi, he’d offer the guy the job to be his personal driver.

The scenery was going by slowly. He caressed her naked knee, knowing she had nothing to hinder his touch. The driver was discreet and constantly stared out of
the front window as he drove.

Prudence placed her hand on top of his. He stared at her face.

She shook her head. “Please, not here.” She mouthed the words to him. Her face was flushed. James wanted to push her but decided against it. He never wanted to push her out of her comfort zone.

Keeping his hand on her knee, he stared at the driver.

“What’s your name, son?” he asked the driver.

“Arthur, Sir.”

“I’ve been wondering how you’d feel to having the full-time position of being my driver. I’ll pay you well with plenty of benefits. You’ll want for nothing.”

“I’ll think about it, Sir.”

“You do that.”

He sat back watching the streets go by. James hadn’t been back to his home since the night the news had broken about Ravage and Possession. The streets felt foreign to him. His parents never suffered with this. They’d always been able to maintain their secrets.

His grip tightened on her knee. She took his hand in hers, stroking his hand.

He smiled. She was offering him so much comfort without even realising it.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Always.”

James leaned across the car and kissed her cheek. She was all his, and he couldn’t believe he could touch her freely.

The taxi pulled up outside of his house. James got out, paid the man
, and gave him the details for the position. “If you want the job then give me a call.”

He helped Prudence out of the car and watched the taxi drive away.

“That was kind of you.”

“He’s a good worker and never asks questions.”

She shivered, moving closer to him. “Winter is biting a little too much this year.”

The ground was covered in layer of ice and snow.

“Come on.” He walked to the security panel and typed in the password.

“You’re seriously loaded, aren’t you?” she asked.

He laughed. She didn’t sound greedy when she made the comment. Prudence sounded upset.

“It is family money.
My parents had this and their parents before them.”

“They wouldn’t have liked me,” she said.

He took her hand and walked through the gates. James waited for the gates to close before they began the walk down to the main house.

“They’d have loved you. They were wealthy people but knew how the world worked. My parents would have loved you because you made me happy.”

“I don’t think my parents are going to be quite so forgiving. You are my sister’s ex.”

“I think you’re worrying a little too much.”

Together, they walked down the tarmac path. The sound of her shoes clicking on the floor was the only sound to be heard in the dark night air.

She winced
, and James caught her up in his arms.

“Put me down. I’m heavy, James. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“What did I tell you about using my title?” James asked.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You will be. I think we should teach you a lesson.”

“Really?” she asked, sounding curious rather than afraid.

“Yes, I think you’d look lovely with your ass in the air across my spanking bench.”

“You have your own room for punishment?”

“I have an entire room for a playroom, Prudence. This is my house, and I added what I wanted to make it mine.”

He carried her down the last part of the drive. The trees obscured the moon
, but he knew where he was going.

“Is this the first time you’ve been to you
r house since the press accosted you that night?” she asked.

James nodded recalling the press outside his home. “Up until that night I kept the gates open. I never feared anyone coming here. No one invaded my home with the intention of digging up my life.”

“The gates were closed and locked.”

“I know. I made sure to have the security added
, and the gates will remain closed for the rest of my life or until my son or daughter inherits this place.”

She was silent in his arms. He liked having her in his arms. Her arms were holding on tightly to him. Her feminine scent surrounded him, calming his nerves.

“I’m sorry you feel this way.”

“Stephen and I should have known something was going to happen.
We got the warning signs but did nothing to stop it.”

“It doesn’t matter, Sir. Your life was invaded either way. I’d never know what to do.”

He saw the house was in total darkness. Prudence turned her head to look at what he was staring at.

“Wow, that is not a house.”

“It is a house. It is my house.”

James walked up the steps and placed her on her feet. He kept one of her hands inside his as he grabbed the key from under the pot.

“You keep your spare key under the pot? You’re not afraid of break-ins?” she asked.

“I’ve never concerned myself with it before.” He pressed the key into the lock and turned the key. The sound of the door opening filled the air. James walked in and flicked the switch on the light. The room was illuminated in
soft light.

“Okay, the outside does not do this place justice,” she said.

“Would you like a tour?” he asked, wanting to impress her.

She turned to him, unbuckling the belt at the front of that coat. “Actually, I’d love for you to take me to your playroom, Sir.”

The coat fell to the floor, forgotten.

He stared at her body. Her full tits with her rounded cherry nipples pointed up at him. His gaze drifted down to her full curves and rounded stomach. He’d never liked
thin women, and her fullness reawakened his arousal.

Licking his lips, he stared down her body. There was no gap between her thighs. They were thick and tempting him. James knew how they felt wrapped around his waist.

He’d had one taste, and that one taste wasn’t enough.

James pulled her into his arms. “What did I do to deserve you?” he asked.

She smiled. “You waited for me.”

He grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling her down to his lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her up to his playroom. He kept it on the third floor next to his room.

James stopped every few steps to kiss her and press his cock to her core.

She cried out with each thrust of his hips. Her fingers tightened in his hair.

 

 

Chapter
Fifteen

 

Prue held onto him as he took her up another flight of stairs. She had no choice but to hold on. Her heart was racing with each step. She’d never been into a personal playroom before. James would be her first real Dom. Her experimenting had never got so far. The silver cross dangled between her breasts.

He stopped at a door on the top floor. James pressed her against the wall. She wondered how his arms were doing carrying her weight.

“Before we go into this room, Prudence, I have to ask you something,” he said.

She loved the way he said her full name. The explanation he’d given her won her over all the time. Her full name felt like his now. Her parents didn’t call her
Prudence.

“What do you need to ask me?”

“Will you be my submissive?”

His cross dangled around her neck. “I thought I was.”

“I need to hear you say the words.”

“Sir, James, I will be your anything.”

“I will claim you at Ravage in front of the rest of the Doms, but your word is more than enough for now.”

He opened the door, covering her eyes with his hands. “I want you to keep them closed until I tell you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She felt him move away. There was the sound of a light switch being turned on. James held her hands and pulled her in closer.

“Okay, open your eyes.”

The light brightened the room but didn’t glare at her. She stared around the room seeing what she’d read about in the books.
There was a bed at the far end of the room covered in silk sheets. She walked over to the bed. The bed looked less frightening. She touched the sheets feeling the silk against her finger tips.

“It is soft.”

James followed behind her. She felt his presence at her back. He wasn’t speaking, only watching her as she took in his personal space.

The bed had four wooden posts at each corner. She saw the silk ties wrapped around each post. “This is for you to bind your woman to the bed?”

“Yes, or for you to bind me to the bed if you wished.”

She shook her head. “No, I wouldn’t want to do that.”
Prue opened the cuff and wrapped the silk around her own hand.

“Let me.” James took the silk and tied it around her wrist. “This way I can choose how tight or lo
ose you get it.”

Prue tested the strength of his knot by pulling on the grip he held of the silk. The knot stayed firmly in place as she tugged at the silk. There was no give at her wrist.

James released her hand.

“It doesn’t hurt.”

“That one didn’t. There are other ropes and bonds that are designed to hurt to a point.”

She nodded her head, moving away from the bed.

“You haven’t seen everything,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“Lie down.”

Prue did as he instructed, lying on her back. She saw what he meant. A mirror was on the ceiling as she saw her naked reflection staring back at her.

“I like to watch everything.”

“I see.”

He stared down at her.

She turned to look at him.

“Are you afraid yet?”

Prue stared at him before answering. “Why should I be afraid?”

“I know you’ve never been with a proper Dom.”

“How do you know that?” He knelt down on the floor. His hand covered her neck and the pulse in her throat.

“I know this because no real Dom would ever let you go. You’re perfect.” James leaned over, dropping a kiss to her lips.

She smiled at him. “I like your answer. No, I’m not afraid. I know you’
d never hurt me. The moment I said the word, ‘roses’, you’d back off. You’re a good Dom.”

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