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 br**sts.
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 na**d 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 leather 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.”
“Do all women have to start small?” she asked.
“No. Some women can take a c**k 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 c**k in your ass, Prudence?”