“What’s the matter, Boss? Too scared you’ll like being spanked by your sub?” she asked, teasing.
He laughed. “I’ll pay you back for that,” he said.
“Do you promise?” She loved this playful side of him. The urge to make him smile and to please him filled every part of her. Prue felt connected to him far more deeply than simply his c**k inside her.
“I promise to make every single wish of yours come true and even the ones you didn’t know you had.”
“That’s a pretty big promise.”
“I’m man enough to keep my promises.”
“And I’m woman enough to live through them.” She smiled. Her pu**y tightened around his hardening cock. He’d started to get hard as they were talking.
He leaned down brushing her lips with his. “I want you again.”
She moaned as his tongue plunged inside. His c**k pulsed as he lay deep inside her. James left her arms to run his fingers down the side of her body. James pulled out of her body only to slam back inside.
Within minutes their lovemaking became fierce. Prue scored her nails down his back holding on as he made love to her. The passion built inside her to a fever pitch. James held her as she reached cl**ax. His c**k jerked as his release pulsed through him.
“I wanted that one to last longer,” he said.
“We’re making up for lost time.”
James cupped her cheek, his gaze on hers as if he was penetrating more than her pu**y. “I love you, Prudence.”
The words were not a reassurance but a statement of fact. They felt different to her.
“I love you.” Her feelings were no longer a question. When it came to James her feelings were never in question. She loved this possessive, dominating man more than she loved anyone else.
Chapter Twenty-Four
James left Prudence to sleep the following morning. He walked down the stairs to his playroom. Once he grabbed the blindfold he moved toward the kitchen to start some breakfast. Bacon and eggs were always popular, but he settled on making her pancakes. He liked the thought of the syrup dripping on her breast so he could lick the plump flesh free of the sticky goo.
Making the batter was simple, and within minutes he was dolloping out the batter mix onto the non-stick frying pan. When the pancakes were cooking, James quickly diced some fruit to add in a bowl then place it on the tray.
After thirty minutes in the kitchen, he grabbed the tray and made his way up to the bedroom. Prudence was coming out of the bathroom as he walked into the room.
“Morning,” he said.
“Morning.” She rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “I wondered where you’d gone.”
“I’ve been preparing your breakfast. Get back in bed.”
He waited for her to get back inside. “Don’t put any clothes on,” he said as she reached for a t-shirt.
She dropped the shirt then climbed into bed. He placed a pillow over her lap then rested the tray on the pillow.
“Enjoy.”
James sat opposite her. He cut a piece of pancake then fed her from the fork he held. She took the food smiling at him.
“You’re spoiling me,” she said.
“This is how it should be.”
He gave her the fork then sipped his coffee while watching her eat. Watching her mouth open to take the food and the appreciation on her face sent pleasure coursing through his body at the sight. His lust spiked to new levels.
Keeping himself in check, James was content to simply watch.
“This is divine,” she said.
James smiled.
She gasped as some warm syrup dripped onto her breast. “Crap, I need a cloth.”
“Nonsense.” James closed the distance licking the syrup from her breast in one quick swipe of his tongue.
“What are you doing to me?” she asked, gasping again.
“Cleaning you.” Leaning over the tray was awkward, but seeing the pleasure on her face made the experience totally worth it.
He watched as several drips of syrup landed on her breast. James wanted to go and grab the whole tub just for an excuse to lick her.
James grabbed a strawberry instead and ate the ripe fruit.
When she’d finished breakfast he took the blindfold off the tray. He took the tray leaving it on the bed. “Come here,” he said.
She stood without hesitation. James loved the fact she wasn’t ashamed of her body. She didn’t try to hide those full, luscious curves from his view. With how glorious her body was to look at he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to do a scene with her inside the dungeon at Ravage. He didn’t like the thought of anyone looking at his woman with lust in their eyes.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, staring at the blindfold.
“Turn around.”
Prue presented him with her back. James swallowed at the sight of her fleshy ass. He couldn’t wait to spank the delicate flesh and to see her blushing red from his prints.
The interlocking black tattoo along the base of her back turned him on.
“I love this,” he said, tracing the outline of the tattoo.
“I’ve been thinking of getting one on my hip,” she said.
He placed the blindfold over her eyes and slapped her hands away as she touched the fabric.
Her chuckle reassured him she wasn’t scared of what he was doing.
“What is your safe-word?” he asked.
“Henry. Do I need to refer to you as Sir?”
“Yes. When we’re in play call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’. Either is fine.”
She nodded. No words were necessary. The air felt thick with sexual tension. His c**k tented the robe he wore. The scent and sight of her body had the power to undo him.
“Now, show me where you’d have the next tattoo,” he said, turning her to face him. Her br**sts were thrust up with the glorious tight ni**les hard and ready for him to suck. His mouth watered for another taste of her.
“Here.” She pressed her fingers against her left hip. “I think a heart with the name James inside would be perfect, don’t you?”
Prue couldn’t see him through the blindfold. Her stare would be past his shoulder without the blindfold on.
“You want my name on your skin?” he asked, amazed that she’d want such a permanent mark on her.
“I’d love it. I don’t want anyone else, James. I want you,” she said. “Only you.”
Wrapping his arm around her waist, James pulled her in close. “You’re f**king amazing.” He sank fingers into her hair and then pulled her in for a kiss. She whimpered, her fingers clinging to the flesh of his arms.