“In this office with me. You can do whatever you like, Prudence. You’re not working in the bar, and I want you close to me at all times.”
Prue was touched by his words but a little upset. She didn’t want him to think she was after his money. “I can work, James. I don’t mind.”
“When we’re alone I want you to still call me ‘Sir’.”
She smiled.
“I know you’re not after my money, Prudence. Do you remember what I talked about at the restaurant?”
Prue nodded her head. She watched him wring out a cloth and then press the warm towel between her thighs. A wince escaped her before she could contain it.
“I was too rough with you,” he said.
“No, you weren’t. I liked what you did.”
The warmth helped with the soreness created from his cock. He was larger than any other man she’d been with. His c**k had touched parts inside her she hadn’t known were there. James had ruined her only dildo. She’d never be able to use that small c**k remembering the way he felt.
“I can pay my own way,” she said, trying to steer the conversation back to what they were discussing.
“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 pu**y. 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 na**d 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.