“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 voice 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.
Chapter Sixteen
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.
“Please.” She begged him hoping he’d punish her.
The cane he used made her clit pulse with fresh arousal. She’d seen his equipment while looking around. The small round cane would cause pain but not mark.
“What do you want?” he asked. The tips of his fingers were teasing her pussy. The small touches were not hard enough to make her come. His teasing was driving her insane.
“You,” she said.
The wrong words would make him punish her instead of giving her what she wanted.
He slapped her ass making her tense and cry out. James had used the cane.
The pain pulsed along the cheeks of her ass. The pain went straight to her clit and made her moan.
“You’re testing me, Prudence. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me. I want your cock deep inside my pussy.”
He chuckled, rubbing the strip where he’d used the cane on her ass. Then he moved his hand up drawing over the interlocking rose tattoo on the base of her back, to the tattoo she’d gotten when she was twenty-one.
“When did you get this?” he asked.
“On my twenty-first birthday.”
“Why do you love roses?”
“They are pretty and have thorns so people know not to mess with them. If people treat them wrong then they are bound to get hurt.”
They didn’t speak for a moment. James spent the time copying over her design. “I love this design. It suits you.”
“I didn’t want any colour. I think the black was perfect.”
Her pussy was dripping her cream down her thighs. The blindfold stopped her from seeing anything.
“So beautiful.”
There was movement behind her. She tried to listen out for certain noises.
She screamed as he plunged his tongue inside her cunt. His fingers teased her clit as his tongue plunged into her pussy. He pulled out and pressed in. The movement was rapid and gave her no time to catch her breath. She fisted the blankets underneath her. It was too much.
Prue cried out as her climax washed through her. She pushed back onto his face feeling him licking her to fulfilment. She’d never had a man tongue-fuck her from behind before.
Her head was dizzy from the amount of pleasure he was giving her. There was no stopping from one pleasure to the next. Before she’d come down from her release, he slammed inside her pussy. The hard length of his cock pressed inside her.
She felt every inch of him pulse. Her walls tightened around his length as he remained still inside her.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
Prue cried out as he slapped her ass. The sensation of the pain and the hunger inside her made her tighten around him.
He cursed and slapped her again. She pressed back to him wanting him to ride her hard.
His hands grabbed onto her hips and pulled her back. James kept her in place as he pulled out of her pussy. She felt his shaft grazing the walls of her cunt.
Biting on her lip she tried to distract herself from thrusting back onto his cock.
The tip of his cock was the only part of him inside her.
“Please, please, please,” she said, over and over, begging him to fuck her.
Only when he was ready did he plunge inside her. The action slammed him deep up to the hilt. The length of him inside her put her on the verge of pain.
They screamed together, and their moans mingled in the air.
James was relentless in his assault on her senses. His hands reached up to finger her nipples. The tightness went down to her clit, swelling him up further inside her. She didn’t know what to do but to hold on.
“I want to look at you.”
James pulled out of her body then flipped her onto her back. The blindfold was removed. She blinked up at him as he slammed back inside her. They both cried out. Prue tried to wrap her arms around him. Her hands wouldn’t budge.
They both cried out in frustration. James pulled on the ties, but they refused to budge. He left her once again to grab some scissors from a draw near the bed. He cut the two bits of silk around her arms and then near her feet.
He fell on the bed, and she dived on him. They wrestled together, fighting to get closer. James pulled her onto his lap, thrusting his cock deep inside her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they stared into each other eyes.
His eyes were almost black, and he tugged on the strands of her hair. She moaned, looking into his eyes.
“You’re mine.”
She nodded unable to voice the words. He kept saying them to her. She saw the possessive way he was looking at her.
“Say it,” he said.
“What?” she asked.
“That James Castleden owns you. You’re my woman, my sub.”
“I’m yours, James. You own me, heart, mind, body, and soul. I’m all yours.”
He plunged inside her body as his tongue plunged inside her mouth. She’d just told him how she felt. Prue knew she hadn’t said the words, but they were there between them.
His hands left her hair to grab her ass. James took control of their thrusts and pulled her down onto his shaft.
From this angle he went deeper hitting her cervix. The pleasure increased inside her body. Her nipples tightened to unbearable points. Her second orgasm was building inside her, pushing her to the edge.
“I’m going to come,” she said.
“Yes, come all over my cock.”
James sucked her nipples into his mouth, biting down on the tips.
She went over the edge into oblivion.
Her pussy tightened around his cock fucking her. His thrusts increased.
Prue felt him plunge inside her and then the kick as his orgasm o
vercame him. She felt his semen spurting inside her with each wave of pleasure. Holding onto him, she pressed her face against his neck.
Her body shook from the intense pleasure they’d experienced.
James held her close. His arms were tight around her. She felt protected and safe.
Licking her lips, she turned to look at him.
“You’re amazing,” he said. He pushed her hair out of her face. “What’s the matter?” he asked when she didn’t answer.
“You didn’t use a condom.”
****
James felt her words like a kick to the stomach. He’d not considered wearing a condom. She looked scared. He pushed her hair off her face looking into her eyes. The blue had dimmed as reality set in.
“I could get pregnant,” she said.
“Could, not will, Prudence.”
She shook her head. “I’m not ready to be a mother.”
His cock pulsed inside her as a fresh wave of arousal hit him at the thought of getting her pregnant. The primal satisfaction that swept through him for having his semen inside her shocked him. He’d never thought having sex without protection would leave him feeling so alive.
“I don’t want you to feel trapped,” she said, covering her face with her hands.
James chuckled, removing her hands from her face. Tears were glistening in her eyes.
“I’m the one who forgot. You told me you weren’t protected. This is my fault.”
“I don’t want you to feel responsible for me.”
He knew he should tell her how he felt. She needed to talk to her sister first. He knew Veronica was hanging over their heads like a cancer. When she realised they were free to love and to feel, he’d show her how much he loved her. This possessive feeling inside him could no longer be denied.
Prudence was his.
“You’re never going to be a responsibility to me. I’m yours, Prudence. Heart, mind, body, and soul.”
She smiled even as she dropped her head to his shoulder.
He picked her up in his arms, moving her out of his playroom and into his room. She wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock thickened inside her. James cursed his wayward body.
Prudence held onto him as he laid her down on his bed. He pulled out of her and gazed down at her pussy. His white seed was leaking out of her cunt and over the fine hairs of her pussy. She looked red and swollen.
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