“I want you, James,” she whispered. Her blue eyes darkened with her arousal. The kisses they’d shared over the past few weeks had done nothing except ignite a flame inside them. He sensed it strongly within her as he did himself. James knew he was a fool to have allowed one kiss let alone all the others.
No other woman could tame the monster inside him apart from the woman standing before him.
James slammed his lips against hers. There was nothing nice or subtle about taking her. He needed to rid every memory of the men she’d dated before him. Prudence was all his, and he was going to show her what it really meant to be owned by a dominant man.
“There is no backing out, Prudence. I take you now, and you’re mine. No one gets to touch what is mine.”
She cupped his cheek. Her fingers stroked his skin. “I’ve always been yours, James.”
Her words unleashed the monster within him. He pushed her back until she was pressed against the wall. In the next moment her blouse was torn from her body. The buttons sprayed around the room. He worked her bra off until her tits spilled out.
A groan escaped him. She was ripe and ready to be fucked. Her pale mounds were tipped with cherry red nipples. They were tight and pointing up at him. He dropped his head to one nipple, taking it into his mouth. Prudence cried out. He covered her mouth with his palm, pulling away from her.
“Be quiet. We don’t want anyone running in here wondering what I’m doing to you.”
Her gaze flashed to the door then down at him. James went to remove his hand. She placed her hand over his not allowing him to let go.
James smiled. “Don’t make a sound.” He went back to tonguing her nipple. James knew that no one would dare enter his office without his permission. They were both safe inside his four walls. He saw the arousal intensify in her gaze. She was turned on by the possibility of being caught.
He ran his tongue over her skin and glided the tip of his tongue around her other nipple. With his free hand, he fingered the wet bud he’d left.
His cock pulsed in his pants. The pre-cum leaked out of the tip and into his pants. He knew the first time with Prudence wouldn’t be enough.
Leaving her nipple, he moved down to unbutton her jeans and lower the zipper. He slid the metal zipper down before placing his hand over her mound. Her panties didn’t hide her arousal. She was soaking wet. Her feminine scent teased the air. She smelt amazing.
James let go of the nipple and dropped down before her. Prudence looked down at him as he eased the denim down her legs. Her mouth was uncovered, and he heard her moaning. The sound filled the air around him like the scent of her pussy did.
“You’re soaking wet for me, baby?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“Yes, what?” he asked.
She licked her lips, gazing down at him.
“Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Thirteen
Her body was on fire. Prue didn’t know what to do. She held onto the wall, stepping out of the jeans. He pushed them aside. In the next moment she heard the rip, and her panties were thrown in the same direction of her jeans. He opened her legs wide. She saw him watching her. His gaze directed at her pussy.
She bit her lip trying to stem the groan building inside her. James was a dominant man, through and through. He wouldn’t want her screaming out instructions at him.
He eased her pussy lips open.
“Your clit is lovely and swollen,” he said.
Staring down, she saw his thumb sliding through her slit. The first touch on her clit made her jump.
“Relax, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Prue closed her eyes trying to gain control.
“Look at me.”
She opened her eyes, staring down at him. His thumb touched her nub. James was gentle, and with each stroke she got used to the feel of him against her.
His thumb eased down her slit and pushed into her cunt. Prue opened her legs wider.
“More,” she said.
James removed his thumb. “Don’t tell me what to do, Prudence. This is not a scene, but you will do as you’re told.”
“Do you want me to call you ‘Sir’?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Nodding her head, she bowed her head. “Forgive me, Sir.”
He got off the floor and stood in front of her. “Undress me,” he said.
Prue didn’t have to be asked twice. She pulled the shirt off his body, watching his muscles flex as she did. He looked so damn hot.
“I love your hair like this. I don’t want you to change it,” he said, stroking her hair as she went to her knees in front of him.
She unbuckled his belt wondering how the leather would feel against the cheeks of her ass. If he did it right she would feel pain along with a whole heap of pleasure as well. She untied the leather pants and pulled them down his legs. James wore black briefs. The ridge that lay off to the side made her stumble.
He was large, thick, and she saw the wet patch of pre-cum.
Prue liked what she saw.
James stepped out of the leather pants. He caught her hand where she was about to peel his briefs off.
“I’ll do that.”
He pulled her to her feet leading her over to his desk. James lifted her on top of the desk. The paperwork on top was pushed aside. She held onto the edge as he sat down in his chair.
“Lie back.”
Prue lay back on the desk waiting for his next instruction. She felt him move her legs into a position on his knees. His hands moved up and down her thighs before going to her pussy. He eased her slit open, and his fingers began stroking her clit. She felt his digits sliding through her wetness, coating his fingers and her pussy.
She held onto the edge of the desk. Her whole body was wound tight from his touch. Prue heard the sound of his chair moving and then his tongue licked her clit. She cried out before remembering his warning. Biting down on her lips she tried to contain her own cries of arousal. His fingers teased her cunt as his tongue wrought havoc on her swollen clit. Her nipples were hard points. The wet tips were getting harder in the cool air around his office. She was so close to her orgasm. The past few weeks had been a nightmare. Her fingers and dildo were no longer satisfying. She rarely reached climax at all. The only time she did, she was always thinking of him.
Prue felt the whole world fade away. They were the only two people in the world. The sound of his tongue turned her on more. She was wet, and he was drinking from her as if she was a goddess.
Three fingers pressed inside her all at once. His teeth bit down on the flesh of her clit. She cried out. All thought of being quiet left her mind as the sensation he was creating was sky-rocketing to the moon inside her.
She sat up on the desk watching his dark hair with grey streaks as he licked her clit. Prue saw his hand fucking her and his tongue licking her clit. The sight and the feelings he created sent her over the edge.
The little amount of control she possessed evaporated as on a tidal wave, her climax spread from inside her, outwards.
Prue rode her orgasm as James continued to suck her clit into his mouth. She shuddered, screamed, and thrust up to his fingers, prolonging the exquisite torture.
She collapsed onto the desk, feeling like her whole world had awakened. Prue felt him withdraw. His fingers pulled out of her cunt. She saw him licking the digits, staring at her.
“You’re not regretting this, are you?” she asked.
“I wouldn’t regret hearing the sound you made.”
“Good, because this is real to me, Sir.”
He stood up. His briefs were gone from his body. She stared down at his long, hard shaft. The tip was wet with his cum. The vein along the side was blue and throbbing.
“I’m not regretting anything. The moment I take you, Prudence Star, you’ll be mine. There will be no backing out. I will own every part of you.”
She smiled up at him. His words filled her with hope.
What about Veronica
?
Prue cut off all thought of her sister. James and Veronica were not together. Neither of them were doing anything wrong.
“I want to be yours, Sir.” He pulled the cross from around his neck and placed it over hers.
“Never take that off.”
She touched the silver chain and smiled. When she’d taken it off earlier, she’d mourned the weight of his token around her neck. She loved the thought of other men and Doms knowing who she belonged to. The moment she first met him when she was eighteen, in her mind she’d been his, and now she was going to be his completely.
Five years she’d been in love with him. In the last five years her feelings had only grown for this man.
Prue opened her legs welcoming him into her heart and body at the same time.
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James stared at his cross between her luscious tits. The silver piece of jewellery looked perfect where it lay. He never wanted her to take it off. The longer she wore it the better he’d feel. He hadn’t been lying earlier. The moment he took her, she was going to be his.
He fisted his shaft, watching her cream leak out of her pussy. She was soaking wet. The moment he touched her, he witnessed her attraction toward him. Her body was attuned to his unlike anyone else.
She was a small woman. He’d felt her pussy tighten around his fingers when he’d finger fucked her. He wasn’t a small man. James knew he’d need to take his time with her. If he’d had some lubrication to hand he’d apply some to her pussy and his cock to ease his passage inside her. Unfortunately, he didn’t have any on him. He didn’t like the thought of hurting her.
“It might hurt,” he said.
Prudence gave him a smile. He saw the emotion in her eyes, the love she felt for him. He’d seen it shining in her eyes many times before. All the other times he’d made some excuse for what he saw. He could no longer deny himself the pleasure of seeing her in love with him.
He knew she was his for the taking.
“I don’t mind a little pain.”
James ran the tip of his cock through her slit.
“I’m not on any birth control.”
“How long has it been since your last man?” he asked. He clenched his teeth thinking about another man seeing her like this. Prudence was his. No other man would ever see her like this if he had his way.
“A while.”
“Longer than a year?” he asked, tormenting himself with her answer.
“Yes.”
“Longer than two?”
She nodded her head. Tears were glistening in her eyes. He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers.
“I think that is wonderful, Prudence.”
“Why won’t you call me ‘Prue’?” she asked.
James chuckled. “Because everyone else calls you ‘Prue’. I love being the only one to use your full name. It makes you all mine.”
“I could get pregnant if you don’t use anything,” she said.
“I won’t mind if you don’t.”
He saw her gasp and the way she licked her lips. Prudence looked nervously at him. “I’m not ready for children.”
James leaned down, kissing her lips. She would taste her pussy juice on his lips.
She didn’t pull away.
“I’ll use protection. I will always protect you.” James walked to his leather pants and pulled out the condom he always kept on him. He’d protect Prudence, but he didn’t want the latex between them. He wanted to feel her against him, to feel her naked cunt wrapped tightly around his shaft. He knew he was going to hell.
How could feeling this way about another person be bad?
He didn’t know. James wanted her, and denying each other was hurting them.
James gave her the foil packet. “Put it on me.”
He watched the way her tits bounced as she sat up. He’d never look at his desk in the same way again. From this day forth, he’d sit at his desk and imagine her naked and waiting to be fucked by him.
She tore the foil with her teeth and then squeezed the tip before sliding the latex down his shaft.
Her fingers shook a little as she placed the condom over his dick. He knew in the way she was reacting, she’d not had a lot of experience with protecting herself against men.
He took her hand, kissing her fingers.
“Thank you,” he said.
James pressed a hand to her chest, pushing her back onto the desk. His cock wasn’t getting any smaller. For the last month he’d been waiting to get inside her.
He ran the tip of his cock through her slit.
“I’m going to fuck you, Prudence. I’m going to slide my cock inside your tight little cunt and claim you as my own.”
“Yes, I want that.”
He eased the mushroomed tip of his cock between her lips, feeling her pussy tighten around the head.
“Relax and let me in, baby.”
She relaxed underneath him. Her body was becoming compliant against his cock.
Once the head was inside, he caught her hands with his own, holding her.
He looked down to where they were joined. His latex-covered cock was just inside her tight little pussy, and the visual was completely erotic to him.
“You look so beautiful taking my cock.”
She whimpered, staring up at him.
He held on tight to her hands and then slammed his whole length inside her wet cunt. She cried out. The sound of her screams grew louder. James closed his eyes feeling the utter rapture of her pussy. She was tight and squeezed him tighter than his own fist. He gazed down to where they were joined. He couldn’t see anything but her pussy lips and his pelvis pressed together. She’d taken him all the way inside.
“How are you?” he asked.
“Full, Sir.”
His title coming from her lips made his cock jump inside her. She gasped.
“Say it again,” he said.
“Sir.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
Her words came without hesitation. James knew from this day forth, Prudence Star was his woman. She was his possession, and he would make sure that he owned every inch of her body. All of her cries of passion would be his. No one else would see the beauty she possessed.
“You are mine!” He pulled out of her body and slammed inside, taking great pleasure in hearing her scream.
“I’m yours, Sir.”
He slammed inside her, feeling her pussy tighten around him with each of his thrusts. Her tits bounced as he fucked her on his desk. Her fingers held onto his hands as he rode her body. It wasn’t enough. He didn’t feel like he could get deep enough inside her.
James let her hands go and grabbed her hips. He moved her legs up the length of his body as he slammed inside her pussy, using his strength on her hips to pull her against him. She placed her hands on the edge of the desk letting him take control of her body. Prudence bit her lip as he thrust home claiming the woman beneath him as his. He’d never felt anything as primal as he did in that moment. The woman on his desk was the woman meant for him.
Nothing mattered to him, not her age or her sister. Prudence was his woman, and he’d spend the rest of his life proving to her how much he loved her.
He knew he couldn’t fight it anymore. He loved her and had from the first moment he met her. She was a beautiful woman. A woman he should never have.
“You are mine,” he said, again.
“Always, Sir. I’ve always been yours.”
And he knew it was true.
He thrust inside her and exploded into the condom. His orgasm came out of nowhere and went on and on. James stared into his woman’s eyes and knew he’d finally found the one who was supposed to be his.
His semen was spent inside the condom. He wished he hadn’t worn the protection. She was all his, and no matter what happened, he’d make sure she was protected.
James caressed her stomach, wondering how she’d look swollen with his child. She’d look stunning; he knew tha
t.
“No regrets,” she said.
He shook his head. “No regrets.”
Chapter Fourteen
She’d almost screamed out her love for him. Prue wanted him to know how she felt, but it was too soon. They’d only been together once, and she was nervous. He eased off her body, pulling away. She made to follow him, and he stopped her with a hand to her shoulder.
“Wait here,” he said.
He grabbed his leather pants from the floor and put his shirt back on. She watched him walk out of his office and saw the way he made sure she was protected.
Without him in the room, she felt exposed. Her own arousal trickled out of her pussy.
Seconds later he came back with a cloth and bowl of warm water. He set the bowl on his chair. “Where did you get that?” she asked.
“I asked Jermaine for it and told him you wouldn’t be working behind the bar anymore.”
She frowned. “Where will I be?”
“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 cock 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 cock remembering the way he felt.
“I can pay my own way,” she said, trying to steer the conversation back to what they were discussing.
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