Owned by the Dom: Part Two (The Owners) (22 page)

“When we first bought this jet Stephen and I
were flying around the world trying to pretend we could survive on minimum sleep.” He opened the door revealing a bedroom. “We pay everyone a decent salary to be in charge of the flying. This is for us to rest.”

Pulling her inside, James locked the door then pressed her against it.

“They might hear,” she said.

“Do you really care?”

She looked at him before shaking her head.

“Good, because the only
thing I care about is you,” he said, sinking his fingers into her hair. “I love the blue of your hair.” James leaned in close to inhale her sweet fragrance. Prudence gasped, arching up against his touch. With his free hand he moved to the strap of her dress and slid the fabric down her arm.

He wasn’t going to make love or fuck her on the plane. All he desired to do was play with her. Show her how much he loved her with actions. There was not a part of her
he didn’t love.

Her breasts popped free
, and her eyes glazed over as she looked at him. “I’ve missed this,” she said.

“Me
, too, Prudence. Me, too.” He dropped his head and took the hard nipple between his teeth. She gasped, and James covered her mouth with his hand to muffle the sound of her pleasurable noises.

Staring up the length of her body James saw her watching him. Her eyes
were wide as her hands moved to the back of his head pulling him harder to her.

Flicking the buttons open, James revealed more of her pale skin to his gaze.

The dress fell in a heap on the ground. “You look so beautiful,” he said, cupping her tit. “I love your tits. How big and full they are. I love it when you ride my cock and they’re swinging in front of my face.” James licked his lips remembering the last unsatisfactory fuck they’d shared.

He would wipe both of their memories of that day and all the days before. This was their new start in their relationship.

“Are you wet?” he asked.

Prudence took his hand, licked his fingers into her mouth then placed his wet fingers between her legs. Her slit was dripping with cream
, and her clit was swollen.

James cursed as he fucked her pussy with two digits and placed his thumb against her nub. Her legs gave out. Wrapping his arm around her waist he held her up, watching the arousal fill her gaze as he stared at him.

Removing his fingers he licked the cream with her watching him.

“Taste yourself,” he said.

She took the finger he offered with a moan.

“That’s right. You taste so sweet. I could lick you all day until you did nothing but scream my name.” He kissed the side of her neck then
bent down to suck the nipple he hadn’t tasted earlier.

When the bud was as tight as the other, he moved back until he sat down on the edge of the bed.

Prudence was naked while he was fully clothed.

He placed her into position over him with her legs on either side of his. For the first few moments Prudence appeared to be in some kind of daze. He recalled how she was before the incident with Henry, how she matched him with heat and fire.

James was about to mention her fire when she cupped his face and kissed him. The strength in her touch shocked him. She banded her arms around his neck, moaning as she devoured his lips. Plunging her tongue inside his mouth, Prudence moved her hand down his body until she cupped his erection.

When she pulled away, he saw the spitfire he loved.

“I want you, James.”

He unbuttoned his jeans and worked the zipper down. James gave her the few seconds of control then turned her onto her back with her arms above her head.

With a finger in front of her face, James tutted. “Naughty girl. What have I told you about topping from the bottom?” he said.

Prudence pulled on his hands. “I need you.”

Running his hand down her body, James opened her thighs then slipped a finger inside her, teasing her with what he could do for her body.

She whimpered, thrusting onto his palm. He added a second and then a third finger pushing them into her depths and watching the pleasure drive her farther.

Only when she was on the brink of orgasm did James pull away. He pulled his fingers from her tight pussy and grabbed her hands, placing them above her. James wished he’d gotten something to tie her hands above her and to the bed.

He hated it when he needed to improvise. Silk ties could provide a lot of excitement.

“Don’t move your hands from above your head,” he said, commanding her.

“If I move them?” she asked.

Rolling her onto her stomach in one quick move James landed five short, sharp slaps to her ass.

She cried at the firs
t then moaned with pleasure as he delivered the other four.

Turning her on her back, James smiled down at her. Her face was flushed but looked happy. “Then I get to spank your hot little ass.”

“Okay, Sir, I’ll keep them above my head.”

James moaned. Months had passed since he’d heard her use that word.

“You’re a danger to my sanity.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, then moved away to pull his shirt off.

Returning to the bed, James
lay beside her teasing her body with his fingertips. The journey to Italy would take several hours, and he looked forward to teasing her body until she came apart over and over again. This wasn’t about his pleasure or release. He’d get pleasure from watching her.

“You’re going to torture me,” she said, smiling.

“It depends on what you consider torture.” James moved over straddling her waist. If he pressed against her core at that second he’d be a goner. Her scent already filled the air with her sweet perfume. The arousal seemed to emanate around the room taunting him with the strength of the smell.

“What you’re doing is torture. I need to come,” she said, whimpering.

Chuckling against the flesh of her breast, James nibbled the side. “Then you better get used to this. I’ve been dreaming about this body for too long. I need to remember how to satisfy you.”

****

He was trying to kill her with his exquisite brand of torture. Prue didn’t know if this was revenge or love. Her body hummed with arousal. She’d never felt this on edge before in her life. There were no sane thoughts left in her mind. She couldn’t think past the pressure of his body on hers.

Her pussy was dripping wet.
She was turned on by the smallest of caresses with this man. His tormenting touch ignited a flame that only he could put out. Lips nibbled on her flesh while his fingers caressed her skin leaving a path of burning desire glowing inside.

“Such perfect skin,” he said, biting the side of her hip.

The flesh of her ass stung from his warning spanks. The burn coursed through her body like a bolt of electricity.

“I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Now, please, James, I need you now.”

He chuckled. The sound vibrated through her making her pussy cream even more. She shouldn’t be affected like this. James knew every part of her
, and yet it was like he was creating something new with what he was doing.

“No, you’re going to come for me
, and only when I say otherwise are you going to take me. I’m going to drive you wild with wanting me, baby. Do you think you can handle it?” he asked, challenging her.

Smiling, Prue moved her hands to cup his face, purposefully disobeying his command. “I think I can handle anything you can dish out.”

His eyes glinted with something fierce and possessive. James moved fast as he pulled away, grabbed her and landed her over his knee. The thrill of his strength made her struggle. She wanted his arms holding her place as he punished her.

What’s happening to me?

I don’t care.

She closed off any doubts she still had and pushed them aside. The only thoughts that mattered were the ones dominated by James. His power, his strength
, and the very essence of his being were all that mattered.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

His palm landed one blow after another against her ass. She moaned. The smacks were igniting the fire so that it burned harder. Her pussy was burning, and she felt the cream leaking out of her onto his pant leg.

“Please, James, fuck me,” she said, begging him.

“You’ve resorted to begging me.”

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

Five smacks of the hand and she was crying. The pain was wonderful whereas the need for release was unbearable.

“I can smell your need from here,” he said. He stroked her ass. “Lovely and red, just the way it should be from being naughty.”

She opened her legs trying with all her might to get him to touch her. He did. His finger travelled down from the base of her back going down the seam of her ass to land to push inside her pussy.

“So fucking wet.”

A second finger joined the first. She pushed against his penetration. His fingers would never be as good as his cock inside her. His thumb brushed her clit. The small stroke on her tiny bud shocked her. What shocked her more was the instant climax that swept through her. Fingers pumped inside her pussy as he continued to stroke her clit.

“That’s it, come apart for me, baby.”

Her pussy tightened on his invading fingers. She gripped his thigh and muffled her screams against his leg. Nothing had prepared her for such an unexpected release.

“Good girl.”

Her body melted on top of his. James picked her up in his arms placing her on the bed. She watched as he licked her cream from her fingers. “You taste wonderful.”

Prue reached up to cup his cheek. “Thank you.

“What for?” he asked.

“For being you and giving me this. I love
you.” She meant the words down deep in her soul.

He stroked her hair then kissed her head. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” he said.

Six times he’d made her come. James opened the doors to his villa and followed behind Prudence as she walked inside. Pride filled him. She was exhausted from his attentions, and he’d lost count of the times he’d made her call his name.

“I can barely move,” she said, turning to him.

After the first orgasm with his fingers James had brought her to orgasm twice more with his fingers and then the rest with his tongue. He tasted her on his tongue, and he wanted more. Her taste was addictive.

James dropped their cases then swept her up in his arms. “Good. You’re not half as argumentative when you’re tired.”

“I never said I was tired,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Well, I’ll just have to work on those orgasms. I think you’re due three more.” She groaned
, resting her head in the crook of his neck. He walked through to the kitchen.

“First, before I ravish you into submission, you need to eat.”

“Do we need to go shopping?” she asked.

He placed her on the stool next to the counter.

“No, I phoned ahead and got the people who take care of the house to stock the fridge and freezer. Why would you think we need to shop?”

She smiled, resting her chin in her palm. “
Silly me, I’m one of those people who still need to earn a living. I wasn’t born into millions.”

James chuckled. “Money does have its benefits.” He kissed her lips
, groaning when she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him close.

“I can forgo the food.”

“No, you can’t, and I wouldn’t be a good Dom or fiancé if I didn’t feed you.” He smiled as he walked away. The shock on her face was amusing. He’d missed being himself around her. Forgetting about the past and all it entailed was liberating and well worth the wait.

“Fiancé ?” she asked.

Opening the fridge, he waited for a length of time to pass. He grabbed some fresh pasta along with the ingredients for pesto.

“Yes, didn’t I tell you
? We’re getting married when we leave here,” he said.

She licked her lips. The teasing sight of her tongue made him pause.

“You didn’t ask me,” she said, glaring at him.

“Baby, by the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging to be my wife.” He made it sound like a promise.

Prudence growled. “Really, you think I’d be your wife.”

“Why wouldn’t you want to be?” he asked.

He filled a pan with some water before placing it on the heat. While the water started to boil, he stood opposite her with a pestle and mortar. “Do you like raw garlic?”

“I can’t keep up with you.”

“I only asked if you liked raw garlic.”

“Was it a marriage proposal?” She stood up facing him with hands on her full hips. Her curves would look so good with rope tied around her. He enjoyed working on his technique
, and her body was the perfect canvas to start. The image of the rope resting on her flesh sent his cock harder than rock. “Sit down.”