by Sam Crescent
Prue’s palms were sweaty. They walked into the main room, and her gaze found James. He stood in a tuxedo looking calm and in control. Everything and everyone else fell away from the room. The only two people who mattered to her were herself and James. This was their moment together.
“I love you,” he said, mouthing the words to her.
She mouthed the words back to him. Her father cleared his throat, and then they were slowly walking. Prue didn’t turn her gaze away from James’s. He helped her to focus on him and not anyone else. Nothing else held meaning in those moments with him. Cameras flashed, and people sighed as they passed.
When they got to their men, Ursula’s and Prue’s fathers each removed their veils and kissed their cheeks. Stephen and James came to take them.
The instant their hands touched Prue felt everything fall in to place. There was nothing else in the world but them.
He smiled at her, and the grip on her fingers kept her nerves in check.
The priest continued on with the wedding. Their vows were spoken, and when he pronounced them man and wife, Prue couldn’t have been happier.
James pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her. She succumbed to his kiss, which was nothing more than a tease of the senses. He took control, plunging his tongue inside her mouth, stroking her with the promise of more.
“You’re my woman now,” he said, breaking the kiss.
“I’ve always been your woman.” She lifted his hand where the wedding band lay that she placed on his finger. Prue pressed a kiss to the gold. “Forever and for always.”
He cupped the back of her neck then smashed his lips against hers. She moaned, and the room went up in whistles from their audience.
Prue broke the kiss this time then looked over her shoulder to see Ursula with her man doing exactly the same.
Chapter Thirty
James stared at his bride while she danced with Ursula on the floor. The black and blue of her hair looked startling against the white dress she wore. He sipped the beer in his hand as his thoughts returned to the night to come.
When he got her home he intended to make love to every square inch of her body. There would be no part of her left unturned when he got to her. He’d spoken with her parents, and her father didn’t like the fact he wasn’t introduced before the wedding. From what James had learned, Prudence and Veronica kept a lot of secrets from their parents. Both of the women loved their parents, but it looked like they kept them in the dark about a great many things.
Kevin and Tate came to stand next to him. They each held a glass of the finest brandy in their hands.
“Great wedding, James,” Tate said.
He smiled at both men. Rebecca sat at the table alone. She sipped from a bottle of water and watched the proceedings. The other woman had always been the woman to stay away from such events. Ursula didn’t like it and made sure Rebecca got involved.
“When do you think one of you will be walking down the aisle?” James asked.
“We’re not going to. Rebecca doesn’t want us,” Kevin said, draining his glass.
“You’re going to give up?” James looked between the two men.
“There’s a difference between giving up and knowing where you’re not wanted. I’m going to get another drink,” Kevin said, walking away.
“He’s having a hard time. We’ve both decided to call it a day together,” Tate said.
“What do you mean?” James focussed his attention on the man before him.
“We both agreed to love Rebecca. Our feelings have never changed. We can’t go on like this. We both don’t want to give Rebecca up, but there is only so much rejection a man can take.”
Tate slapped him on the back then walked away.
Prudence was still dancing with Ursula. Sipping more of his beer, James went over to where Rebecca sat alone staring down at the table.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked, pointing to the one beside her.
“No, have a seat. This is a beautiful wedding, James. Prudence adores you.” Rebecca looked at his woman with a soft smile on her face.
“I adore her. How are you coping?”
When her husband beat the shit out of her, each one of the Owners took care of her in their own way. No man hurts a woman. Lloyd had put Rebecca in the hospital twice, and she deserved some happiness now that the man who’d used her was gone.
“I’m doing great. It’s nice being around people again.” Her hands shook as they tucked some hair behind her ear.
“Tate and Kevin are in love with you. Why do you keep rejecting them?” he asked, tired of beating around the bush.
“I’m not rejecting them,” she said.
“They’re doing everything in their power to show you how much you mean to them, and you’re not giving them any clues if you even want their attention.”
James took her hand in his. She was so much smaller than he.
“I’m going to give you some advice. Let them in, Rebecca. Tate and Kevin will never hurt you, I guarantee it. They’re good men.”
Tears shone in her eyes with each word he spoke. “Lloyd was supposed to be a good man.”
“He wasn’t vetted by me. There was some shit with my father, but he was trying to get Lloyd out of the club. I promise you, Tate and Kevin would only ever cherish you. Please, open your heart to them and at least give them a chance. That’s all I’m asking for, to give them one chance.”
She stared across the dance floor in their direction. “I don’t know if I can.”
“I didn’t tell Prudence how much she meant to me when she was taken. We argued all the time, but I never said the words. The moment I couldn’t tell her, I regretted it. Don’t allow your fears to take control and eventually turn into regrets.”
He kissed her fingers then moved away to find his woman. There was nothing more for him to do other than wait and see what that his words were understood.
“Mind if I cut in?” he asked Ursula.
“No, I’m going to find my husband.”
Ursula wandered off. He wrapped his arms around his wife, pulling her in close. Her glorious scent surrounded him.
“Hello, Husband,” Prudence said, smiling up at him.
“Hello, Wife.”
They chuckled. Prudence rested her head against his chest.
“This is the best day of my life,” James said.
She looked up at him, her bright eyes filled with tears of happiness.
“Mine, too. I can’t think of anything better.” She stroked his chest, letting out a sigh.
“’Til death do us part, baby.” He kissed the top of her head, holding her close.
The rest of the guests fell away. James closed his eyes with his woman in his arms and basked in the happiness consuming him. No other woman would ever compare to her. From the moment he first met her when she was eighteen, James had been smitten. He stroked her back, pressing against her body.
“I can’t wait until we’re alone,” Prudence said.
“I can’t wait either. We should have gone to Vegas to get married.”
She laughed. “You are bad. Ursula would have skinned you alive.”
“Probably.”
James held her and stared at where both of their hands were connected. The gold bands of their wedding rings glinted in the light. Prudence was his wife, and he only needed one other ceremony in order to make her his in every sense of the word.
They made their excuses to leave before midnight. Stephen and Ursula were going away on their honeymoon as soon as the night was over. James had told the other man his plans for his honeymoon.
Arthur was waiting to take them back to his home. On the drive back Prudence curled up against his side.
“You don’t mind waiting for our honeymoon, do you?” he asked.
“No, I don’t mind. I know you’ve got something planned, but I just don’t know what. I’ll find out,” she said.
James knew she wouldn’t find out until the event was ac
tually happening. Everything had been put in place to make the event memorable and worthy of calling Prudence his sub.
****
Arthur drove away from the house as James opened the door. He lifted her in his arms. Prue squealed as he walked over the threshold.
“Isn’t it customary for the groom to carry his bride across the threshold?” James said, putting her to her feet.
She giggled at the silly custom. James picking her up always started her. She was worried in case he dropped her. He hadn’t gotten angry with her for inviting Melanie to the wedding. The sight of the woman didn’t alarm Prue. She’d feared the old feelings would return with Melanie being close, but in fact, Prue had felt stronger for seeing the woman.
“Thank you for being good to Melanie today,” she said.
James froze under her hands. “I didn’t like the fact you’d invited her to our wedding, but I could see why you did. She looked good, and Lucas kept her company for most of the event. I was worried about you, Prudence.”
“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.
Chapter Thirty-One
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.