Owned by the Dom: Part One (The Owners) (18 page)

“And how do you know this?”

“You wouldn’t still be in business at Ravage if you weren’t good.”

“I like your answer.”

Prue pressed against his hand and moved off the bed. James was still dressed in his leather pants and shirt. She brushed past him to go and look at other pieces of equipment.

“Is this a cage?” she asked.

“Yes, I used to have one in my office until the press broke in and started taking pictures.”

She crossed her legs as a wave of arousal swept over her. James moved behind her, pressing a hand between her legs. “Do you like the thought of being caged up?”

Prue nodded her head. All of her words had left her at the thought of being caged in his office, unable to move or do anything without him.

“I could have it in my office again with you inside. How would you feel at being trapped inside one waiting for me to let you out?” he asked.

“I would like that.”

Should she like that? Being owned to the point that James controlled every part of her?

“I’ll think about it.”

She waited for her control to be back in place and for James to move his hand from between her thighs. He dipped a finger between her slit, coating the digit with her cream. She heard him sucking her into his mouth as she moved onto something that looked like a swing. The chains of the swing
were hooked into the ceiling.

“Is this safe?” she asked.

“Everything in this room is safe. I would never put you in any danger.”

“What is it?”

“A swing.”

Prue stared at the equipment. What else could she call it other than equipment? A toy maybe?

“How does it work?” Her curiosity had been piqued.

“I’ll show you some other time. Take a look at something else.”

“Why don’t you want to show me now?” she asked.

“The moment you get inside the swing and feel what it can do for you, you won’t want to move on.”

She smiled, more curious than ever before. Raising an eyebrow at him, James shook his head and pointed for her to move on.

“You have a lot of trunks in this room.”

“Open them up and take a look.”

Prue flicked the lid on the first. They were neatly organised
by length, width, and size. “These are dildos?”

“They’re anal plugs.” He reached in and pointed at the smallest one. “This is the starter. It is small and not t
oo wide. It will help to ease the anus open. When a woman can take this without any discomfort she can move up.”

“Do all women have to start small?” she asked.

“No. Some women can take a cock straight away without any pain. Others can go for a bigger plug while others can’t. Every woman is different. Have you ever had a cock in your ass, Prudence?”

Her cheeks filled with blood as embarrassment flooded her. “I’ve never had a full cock. A finger and a dildo are all.”

“Why are you embarrassed? I want you to be honest with me.”

“Just because you want me to be honest, doesn’t mean I’m not a little worried about it. I’m use to everyone keeping their feelings to themselves. We’ve just had sex
, and I’m nervous you’re going to run at the first opportunity.” She slapped her hand over her lips, cursing her own words.

James removed her hand away.

“I’m not going anywhere, Prudence. You’re my woman.”

She nodded.

“When we go to Possession, you’ll know what I mean.”

Prue didn’t argue with him. She closed the trunk and opened the one next to it. “These are vaginal dildos, right?”

“Yes.”

She opened several more trunks and found plenty of nipple clamps, lubrication
, and condoms. Another case held a variety of ropes.

“I love to bind my woman. I’d love to see the rope against your skin.”

Nodding her head, she closed the case.

Moving over to the wall opposite the bed she found the flogging cross. She touched the leather straps at each point before moving onto the canes, paddles
, and floggers she saw hanging up in order of length and size on the wall. “You’re very neat.”

“I like to have neatness in this space. I think
cleanliness is essential in this world.”

She understood him. If there was an accident and a cane drew blood, clean toys and equipment would limit or
prevent any chance of infection. “This is your whole life, isn’t it?”

“Being a Dom
is not a time for me to play. This is who I am, Prudence. I don’t play around. As my woman I will want you to take this seriously as well.” He was stroking a paddle as he spoke.

Unable to say anything, she moved toward the spanking bench. The bench reminded her of something she’d seen in her gymnastics class when she was younger. She ran her hand over the bench.

“Yes, it is safe, before you ask.”

Prue chuckled. “I wasn’t going to ask. I trusted you the first time you told me.”

“Good.”

“So, I believe you want to punish me, Sir. Is this how you want to punish me?” she asked, turning towards him and leaning on her hands. Her tits were thrust up in offering. She saw his gaze followed the line down her body.

“As tempting as it would be to see you over my bench, I’ve got something else in mind.”

He moved in close to her, pressing his pelvis against her own. She gasped feeling the heat of his cock against her naked stomach. Even through his leather pants, she felt the heat of him like a scolding brand
, a brand she would be more than proud to wear.

James dropped his head taking a nipple into his mouth. If his hands hadn’t been around her body, she’d have fallen in heap on the floor.

“What do you do to me?” she asked when he pulled off her breast.

“Show you how exquisite your submission could be.”

“How do you want to punish me?” Her mouth was bone dry. Finding the right words was a struggle for her.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Always.”

She knew he’d never hurt her
, and if he pushed her farther than she wanted to go, she had her safe word.

****

James couldn’t have asked for a better response for her. He’d been worried that she would disappear because of what she liked. His own passions were not the easiest for many women to accept. He loved to push his woman and to show them how wonderful being his submissive could be.

Prue was the only woman for him. There would be no other submissive or training of other women for him. Any classes he gave would be with Prue.
She was his one and only. He knew that more than he knew his own name.

He took her hand in his and led her over to his bed. Prudence went without resistance. James helped her onto the centre of the bed. Her pale naked body contrasted with the black silk sheets. The red shade of her hair stood out from the two different shades of black around her. He stood back looking down at her.

“What’s the matter?” she asked. Her hands were by her side. She made no move to cover herself.

“You look gorgeous. Would you mind if I took a picture?”

She covered her body. “I’m not ready for pictures.”

Nodding his head, he leaned down on the bed to kiss her.

“All right, I can wait for you.” He’d waited all of his adult life for her, so a few extra years were nothing to him.

“Roll onto your stomach,” he said, helping her turn over. “I want you to stretch out your arms and legs.” She followed his instructions, stretching her arms and legs out to the four wooden posts. James started at the top left side.

He took her wrist in his hand and tied a sash around her wrist, tight. After walking around to do her other wrist in the same fashion, he settled at the base of the bed. Her legs were splayed. He saw the puckered hole of her ass peeking at him. The cheeks of her ass were full and round.

Taking one of her ankles, he opened her legs wider and wrapped the silk tie around her ankle. There was not as much give in her legs as there was with her wrists. He didn’t want her to move. Her arms he’d be able to hold down whereas her legs would be difficult.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m more than okay,” she said. Her v
oice came out in breathy gasps. He chuckled. His woman liked being tied up. James moved to her other ankle giving her the same kind of treatment. Once he was done, he grabbed one of his blindfolds and covered her eyes.

She let out a moan as he tied the folds at the back.

“Can you see?” he asked.

“No
, I can’t.”

James grabbed a fistful of her hair pulling her head back for him to kiss her lips. He plunged his tongue inside her, taking her mouth in a searing kiss.

“You’re mine,” he said, kissing her lips once again.

He reached down to cup one
of her plump breast. Her nipple pressed against his palm.

“I bet if I put my hand between your thighs I will find you soaking wet.”

Her cheeks were flushed with arousal.

James ran his hand down her back feeling her shiver from his touch. He kept his palm on her ass as he ravished her lips.

Caressing the cheeks, he ran a finger down the seam of her ass feeling her tighten her ass against his invasion. “I will have that ass, Prudence.”

She nodded her head, kissing him back.

He didn’t probe her channel; he only fingered her seam running down to her pussy. James knew he was right. She was dripping wet.

Her moan echoed around the room.

He released her pussy and slapped her ass.

She cried out. Her body jolted on the restraints around her waist and ankles.

“Did you like that?” he asked.

Prudence nodded her head. The action was slight but unmistakable to him.

Whack.

Whack
.

James rained down blows on her ass. The palm of his hand was making a lovely red hand print on her pale cheeks.

Her cries continued, and so did her protests. James paused feeling her pushing her ass against his palm even as her cries of “no” filled the air.

“Do you want me to stop?”

They hadn’t talked about her hard limits.

“No, I don’t want you to stop, Sir. I love your hand on my ass. Please, punish me, Sir.”

He caressed the red marks he’d made. They were already beginning to fade. He wasn’t being rough with her at all.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he said.

James climbed off the bed and fetched one of his favourite canes. It wasn’t the one made out of wood. She wasn’t ready for high levels of pain.

This was a small leather one. He could control the strength of the hits.

“Say your safe word if it is too much.”

“I will.”

“Good.”

He pushed her up onto her knees which spread her arms out wide. Her ass was up in the air. The pink of her slit was on display for him to see.

Running the cane over the flesh of her ass, he teased her clit rubbing the tip through her creamy slit. She moaned, thrusting onto the cane. James climbed behind her on the bed, slapping her ass.

“Stay
… still,” he said, between each blow of his hand on her ass. He kept the cane between her legs watching as she tried to remain still even as he rubbed the tip to her clit.

“I need to
come.”

Smack.
He added another blow to her ass at her words.

His cock was thick in his leather pants. He climbed off the bed and removed his
restrictive clothing. She’d turned her head toward him on the bed, her eyes covered by the blindfold. She looked so sexy with the trust she was showing him.

“What are you doing,
Sir?” she asked.

“I’m undressing. You have my cock thick inside my pants.”

She smiled, the lift of her lips lighting up her whole face.

“Really?”

James finished removing his clothing until he was naked like Prudence before going to the bed. He stroked her head before brushing her lips with his own. “You have no idea the effect you have on me.”

He kissed her lips taking her moan within his mouth.

“I’m rock hard for you, baby.”

She whimpered as he ran his hands over her body feeling her muscles relax against his touch. James touched every inch of her body, recording her to mind. He didn’t know how long he was going to last. Her body was as addictive as her sweet pussy.

Her ass was burning, but she wanted more. His punishment wasn’t enough. Prue needed his hand on her ass. She wanted his marks, the true signs of his passion and ownership.

His hands were rubbing down her body
. She felt like purring. The smallest touch of his hands was sending her body into overdrive. Her pussy was on fire for his touch.