Owned by the Dom: Part Two (The Owners) (30 page)

“She was a little test I was giving myself. I wanted to make sure I could handle seeing her again. I think I did really well all things considered.”

He cupped her cheeks, tilting her head back. “You never have to give yourself little tests. I love you no matter what.”

Going onto her toes, she brushed her lips against his. “And that’s why I love you so damn much.”

His hands moved down to the top of her dress. Slowly, James started to peel the fabric off her shoulder. “You looked fabulous in this dress.” The dress fell in a heap on the floor. “You look even better out of it.”

He picked her up. Prue held on to him as he carried her up the flight of stairs to their bedroom. Her heart pounded with anticipation. They were no longer lovers but man and wife. The thought alone made her hotter than hell.

“I love you,” she said, whispering the words against his ear.

James kicked the door to their bedroom open. He placed her on the bed.

Prue watched as he undressed. His actions were hurried with each item of clothing. He tore at the shirt then yanked his pants down.

She wore her white lace bra with a matching thong. Ursula
had tried to talk her into wearing suspenders, which she refused. There was no way she was wearing stockings. She didn’t feel they were right for her on her wedding day, and they were a total cliché.

James crawled onto the bed. She watched his muscles ripple with each movement he took. Prue moved back as he advanced. Her gaze never left his with each step they took. He caught her ankle then yanked her toward him. She laughed then moaned as that hand travelled up her thigh to cup her mound.

“Your thong is soaking wet,” he said.

“That’s your fault. You turn me on.”

He dipped a finger between her slit. She gasped, cried out, and thrust against his hand. He pressed a finger inside her while his other hand pulled the strap of her bra down. Her breasts popped out of the top. Within seconds he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her breasts were sensitive, and the feel of his tongue on her nipple spiked the heat in his pussy. James caressed her clit. The small caress was enough to make her moan loudly.

His touch was starting a fire she couldn’t put out.

“I need you, James,” she said.

Pulling his hand away from her pussy, James slapped her thigh. “What should you call me?”

“Sir,” she said. “Please, Sir, I need more.”

Her thong tore under his grip. James cupped her cheek, and kissed her lips.
“My wife, my love.”

The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance. She opened her legs wide wanting more of him inside. Staring down where they were connected, Prue watched as his cock
sank inch by glorious inch inside her. Watching and feeling were two sensations she never wanted to stop.

“You’re so wet,” he said, groaning.

She gripped his arms as pulled out only to slam inside her in one smooth thrust. Their moans echoed off the walls, mingling together in combined pleasure.

“I need you, James,” she said, licking her lips.

He leaned back so her ass lay on his thighs. She watched him lick his thumb then press said thumb to her clit. Her pussy tightened around his shaft.

The sensation was different with James inside her when he touched her clit at the same time.
She gazed into his eyes. They penetrated her very soul. There was no other man who affected her like this. They were together as one with his cock inside her, and yet her soul felt connected with his.

“Come for me, Prudence.”

With two strokes of his thumb on her nub, Prue flew apart after his command. James worked her body drawing out her pleasure until she didn’t have a clue where she ended and he began.

He didn’t give her time to
calm down or assess her pleasure. His hand wrapped around her hips and plunged inside her with such force the bed hit the wall. The force of his thrusts left her gasping and unable to speak. His cock was a thick rod spearing between her thighs. Her cream coated his cock.

Her arousal intensified with each powerful thrust.

“Love … being … inside … you…” He plunged into her body with each word and pulled out between each breath.

A second orgasm started to build with his incessant thrusts. James knew how to use his impressive cock. She held on. They were both covered in sweat.

James opened her thighs, locked her hands above her head, and stared into her eyes.

“I want to watch you as I come. Wrap your legs around me.”

She did as he commanded, staring into his eyes. His thrusts slowed down to an unbearably slow pace. He touched every wall inside her, making her quiver with the feel of what he was doing.

Her clit pressed to the skin above his cock, each time he moved inside her. She swallowed down the cries. He was in control and knew how to work her. James brought her to the peak of pleasure only to keep her teetering on the edge of bliss but never going over.

“Please,” she said, begging him.

“I love you, Prudence. Nothing will ever part us. You’re mine.”

James pushed her over the edge, and her orgasm consumed her. She welcomed the pleasure after being denied her release for what felt like a lifetime. He came also, his cock jerking inside her, washing her womb with his seed. There was something primitive in their joining.

They were man and wife and in those moments
. Prudence felt the significance of those words deep inside every part of her being.

Prue was pissed off. Not just a little pissed off but on the scale of things, she was on the height of pissed. Their first day of married life and she was sat in his office at Ravage waiting for him to finish with whatever shit he’d been called to do. He’d promised her Ravage would be closed after their wedding so he could devote his time to her. They were going on their honeymoon in a couple of days. Now, it seemed they were going to have to wait some time before that happened.

She sat on the sofa with a deck of cards. He’d given her the cards to amuse herself with. When he got back she was going to show him exactly what she thought of his immature gift.

Last night was perfect. Prue couldn’t find fault with the way he made love to her. He’d taken her again and again; each orgasm he’d given her was more powerful than the last. They connected in a more fundamental way, and here she was, sat in his office with a deck of cards.

Trying to explain his actions were driving her crazy. How could she explain being seated in his office, without him, with a deck of cards? The cards were the worst. She’d have preferred a book or at the very least a television
, but a deck of cards?

Where was he anyway? He’d come rushing into Ravage, left her alone in his office with the command to stay inside his office
, then rushed out. They were going to have a serious talk when she saw him next.

Lucas and Sean walked through the office door. She’d met each of the men before. They were both caring men
, but they weren’t her James.

“Hi,” she said. “If you’re looking for James join the queue.”

She put the cards aside.

“We know where James is
, and we’re here to escort you to him.”

Prue paused as she stared at the two large men. They were huge in comparison to her. There was no way she could fight them
, but she wasn’t afraid.

Frowning, she stared between them. “What’s going on?” she asked, concerned.

“James said if we showed you this, you’d understand.” Lucas held the dark blindfold he’d used over her eyes in Italy. Seeing the blindfold eased any anxiety she had left.

Putting the cards on the sofa, she gave the men her back. “I trust James.”

“Good, Prudence. We’d never hurt you.”

She nodded. They were both caring men.

“We’re both going to hold one of your arms. If our grip is too tight or leaves you uncomfortable, let us know and we’ll loosen our hold,” Lucas said.

They started walking. She couldn’t make out where they were going. Doors opened
, but silence was everywhere.

“I give you to your master,” Sean said.

The coat she’d been wearing was removed, revealing the black dress James had picked out for her that evening.

The blindfold was removed
, and she stared up into James’s eyes. He smiled down at her. All of her anger evaporated. She stared around seeing the Dungeon of Ravage. There were many couples around the room.

He held the silver collar in his hands. “Do you consent?” he asked.

“What?”

She felt so happy she thought she was going to burst.

“Do you consent to be my sub and to obey me? I need your answer now before I get Gabe to continue.”

Throwing herself into his arms, Prue kissed him deeply. “There is nothing I want more.”

“Good.” James kissed her one final time then stood back. Gabe came through the room wearing a pair of leather pants with no shirt. He looked commanding and in control.

Prue smiled at him before bowing her head in submission. James’s training would not go to waste.

“I want to ask before I continue. Prudence Castleden, do you wish me to continue and to give you to James?” he asked.

“More than anything. I want to be his.”

He nodded.

“Please remove your dress,” Gabe said.

“No, she doesn’t take her clothes off.” James interrupted them.

“I thought that was your custom.”

“No, Gabe. Not with her, no one gets to see her but me,” James said.

“Fair enough.”

All three of them moved to the centre of the platform where many of the scenes took place. The space was bare apart from Gabe in front of her and James to her side.

She took a quick glance out at the audience to see many of James’s friends in witness. When the time came, Prue knelt on the floor ready to give herself to her man. Her hair was bound on top of her head, exposing her neck for the collar.

“I want to thank you all for coming tonight. This is a special occasion, and I imagine it has been a long time coming for the Master James to take a sub. I present Prudence Castleden, his wife and submissive to Master James.” Gabe touched her head. “She has consented to be his sub and to follow his commands to the best of her ability.”

The words fell away as James touched her. Her world was filled with nothing but James. Gabe and his words held no meaning with her man. The silver chained collar was placed around her neck
, and she was declared James’s submissive, his property, and he became her owner.

Applause followed
, and James pulled her to her feet. His arms wrapped around her as his lips came down on hers.

“You’ve made me the happiest man alive,” he said.

She touched the collar around her neck. The weight of the collar felt good against her skin. Her pussy was wet from being owned. James was a possessive man, and he was an Owner.

“I love you, my
Master James,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

When she’d first met him at the ripe young age of eighteen, she
’d thought she would never know true happiness. He was with her sister, but their lives had taken a different turn. She was his wife and his sub. The only thing missing in her life was a child. Prue looked up at him and knew in her heart, everything would be perfect as long as he was there. In the light her wedding band glinted, as did her collar.

Perfection.

****

When Gabe mentioned taking Prudence’s clothes off James almost lost it. He was a master
, but before all of that he was an owner. No one saw his woman naked except him. Even with his closest friends in residence for the event to make Prudence his woman, he didn’t want any of them to know how perfect she was.

She lay curled against his side in the booth they shared with Tate and Kevin. Lucas and Sean were grabbing drinks from the bar. The party was a lively event with several couples conversing or playing out scenes of their choosing. He was asked if he wanted to do a scene
, and he turned down the option. There was no way he was doing a scene with his woman when he couldn’t stand for her to be naked in the room.

He stroked her hair
, and she smiled up at him. James noticed her touching the collar around her neck.

“I’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to give you that collar,” he said. Giving her the collar as a gift at Christmas had been his idea of promising her he wasn’t giving up.
He didn’t give up, and now Prudence was his wife along with being his sub.

“This is perfect. I was angry with you leaving me alone with a deck of cards. I thought you were unfair.”

James laughed. He’d wanted to know how she’d react when he’d given her the cards. From the horrified look on her face, he’d known she would find some way to get him back.