Owned by the Dom: Part One (The Owners)

by Crescent, Sam

  “I know you can. You don’t need to. You’re mine now, Prudence. Don’t argue.”

  She closed her mouth. Her arguments died on her tongue. “So this is what it feels like to be owned by an owner?”

  “This is nothing.”

  “Will you be taking me to Possession?”

  “I think you should meet the other women and my friends.”

  Prue nodded her head and watched him clean her pussy. When he was done, he made her sit on the desk as he got her clothing. Her panties were no good. James looked at her jeans and shook his head. The blouse and bra were tossed away in his trash bin.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  He grabbed his coat from the hook he’d placed it on. “I don’t like those jeans, and you’re not wearing them anymore.”

  “I can’t leave your office naked.”

  “No other man is going to see you naked, Prudence.” He came back with his coat, kissing her head.

  “What are we going to tell my sister?” she asked.

  “I can talk to her if you want?”

  She shook her head. “I should be the one to tell her. I think she’s going to hate me.”

  He caught her face between his hands, forcing her to look up at him. “She’s not going to hate you. Veronica did not love me and never did. I know this. She should be happy for you.”

  James wrapped the coat around her. He picked her up off the desk with a hand around her waist, settling her on her feet when she was on the floor.

  He tied the belt at the front covering her up.

  She’d been wearing a pair of heeled shoes, which she’d kicked off the moment she entered the room.

  James kissed her lips, teasing them open to swipe his tongue inside her mouth.

  “I can’t think when you do that.”

  “That is the idea,” he said, chuckling.

  “Are you done with me?” she asked. “Are you sending me home?”

  “Nope. I’m not done with you.”

  She smiled. He cupped her cheek, pressing his forehead against hers.

  “I never knew this could feel so amazing,” he said.

  “I know.” She cupped his cheek, kissing his lips. Prue couldn’t believe she was free to touch him. He’d only been like this in her dreams. He caught her hand pressing her palm to his chest.

  “Only for you,” he said.

  She knew what he was trying to say. A smile broke across her lips.

  “Will you come with me?” he asked.

  “Where do you want me to go?” She’d go to the ends of the earth for him.

  “Home.”

  Prue frowned, staring up at him. She was caught by how tall he was. Without her heels he towered over her.

  “I thought this was your home.”

  “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 p
arents 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 your 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 loose 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.”

  “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 l
eather 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 too wide. It will help to ease the anus open. When a woman can take this without any discomfort she can move up.”