by Sam Crescent
Tears fell from her eyes as understanding swept over her. “You see, Mrs Charles. I’ve not got an issue with everything that happened with Henry. I got over it, but James did as I asked and stayed away from me. The old James would never stay away from me, and I don’t know how to bring him back to me. I can’t get over the change inside James, and I think it’s tearing us apart.”
Chapter Twenty-One
James sipped his coffee while signing contracts for alcohol and food to be sold at his club. During office hours he could take the few hours of peace where he didn’t worry about Prudence’s health or safety.
The bill for Priscilla Charles sat on his desk. He’d paid the woman for the past six sessions. Each session lasted two hours, and she took a large sum of money. He’d seen an improvement inside his woman. She smiled more and conversed with him, but there was still something off about her. Prue wasn’t the same. At least he didn’t think so.
They never spoke of her time with Henry or the weeks after that time.
He signed several pay checks then moved stuff around in his desk to locate another bill needing his attention.
A knock at his office door distracted him.
“Come in,” he said.
The person standing in the open doorway surprised him. “Priscilla.”
“Hello, James.” She closed the door then walked farther into the room.
“What can I do for you?” he asked. She was supposed to be there for Prudence, not for him.
“I needed to speak to you with regards to Prue and you.”
“I don’t need therapy.” He grabbed the contract he was looking for.
“No, you don’t need therapy, and neither does Prue. Not really. She’s dealt with the situation with Henry and Daren remarkably well. For a twenty-five year old woman she’s compartmentalized the whole episode. From what I’ve learned I think it’s down to her family’s upbringing.”
“What are you trying to say, Priscilla? Get the words out because you’re boring me,” he said.
“I’m not here as Prue’s therapist. I’ve spoken to her a great deal over the last few weeks, and what I think she needs is unprofessional for me to say. I’m not talking to you about her case or anything about that. I’m here for you both.”
“You’re breaking your code of ethics,” James said. He folded his arms leaning back in his chair. Priscilla looked uncomfortable as she took a seat across from him. Her concern for Prue charmed him.
“What do you think my woman needs?” he asked.
“She needs you,” Priscilla said.
“She’s got me. I’m there for her. We go on dates, and she visits me here. Everything is working as it should be.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Priscilla growled in frustration. For an educated woman she didn’t have a better way to expel her frustration. The sound she made amused James. “You’re being deliberately obtuse. You take Prue on dates and give her what you think she needs.”
“With all due respect, Mrs Charles, you’re telling me what you think she needs,” James said, reminding her.
“You’re being a pussy. There, I’ve said it.”
“What?” he asked, annoyed with the woman.
“Prue talks about Possession and Ravage. She explained your dominant role at the club along with your feelings of possession and the need for her to submit.”
James listened to her shocked by how much Prudence had opened up to this woman. “What are you trying to say?” he asked.
“You’re not being that man for her. Yes, you have men watching over her and you’re attentive, but you’re not the James you were before she was taken by that asshole. I actually believe there is nothing physically or mentally wrong with Prudence Star. She came back messed up, but she understands that and has gotten over it. Personally, I think enough time has passed for her to stop behaving the way she has. The only difference is the way you treat her. You’re not possessive anymore. You walk around her as if you’re on egg-shells. Prue needs to know you still love her regardless. Not with words but with the man you are.”
Her words made a lot of sense, but that didn’t mean he had to like them. “You think I need to be dominating over her. After everything she has been through that would make me no better than an abuser.”
“No, it wouldn’t. There is a huge difference between domination and abuse. You’d never hurt Prue. The way she talks about your relationship, you couldn’t bear to see her in pain.”
Running his fingers through his hair, James stared at the woman before him. Her words gave him hope and confused him.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
“Take Prue away for some time. Where you and she are together and you can explore your relationship. Being here with Ravage, Possession, and your lives around you, they’re distracting you from what you both need, which is each other. As a friend that is the advice I’d give. Prue has been a brat for long enough. Show her what she signed on for when she took you on.”
“You’re advising this as a therapist?” he asked, wondering if he really needed to know the answer.
“As a therapist, she needs to explore what she wants. I’d advise for her to get out with friends and date other people so she can understand how she feels about you,” Priscilla said.
“That’s out of the fucking question.”
“Then think about what I’ve said. If she’s at her next appointment then I’d be advising she move on and to give herself some space. I came here as a friend, James.”
He nodded. Priscilla had been in the same year as he and Stephen at school. He couldn’t believe the woman he remembered from the past was the same woman helping his woman.
“I thank you for everything you’ve done.”
“I like Prue, and I think she’ll turn away from this relationship unless you do something to prevent it.”
“I’ll handle it.”
He watched her leave. Her words stayed with him for some time. Sitting behind his desk he replayed the last few months. If she hadn’t been taken by Daren then he wouldn’t have given her the time to get over it. He’d have been part of her life like he was before the incident she was taken from him. Running his fingers through his hair, James hated how right the woman was. He’d changed to be what he thought Prudence needed, when in fact he should have done what he thought was best.
James grabbed his credit card, lifted the phone and started making calls. He knew exactly how to fix the wedge between them, and it didn’t require thousands of dollars of fucking therapy.
Once he finished the phone call, he dialled the men he’d hired to keep an eye on Prue. She was at the supermarket where he worked. He needed to get a few things in order before he made his move.
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The last therapy session ran through her mind. She couldn’t believe how open she felt with the woman. Admitting the truth to Priscilla had helped to free her in some strange way. She grabbed the tins from the trolley she’d filled up then started stacking the tins on the shelf. When a customer asked her where an item was, she left to deal with them. She wondered if James would visit her that night. Returning back to her shelf, she heard some commotion on the shop floor. Walking to the end of the aisle, Prue looked to where the sound was coming from. Following the path she stopped as Prue heard the women muttering loudly on the shop floor. She turned in the direction of where the sounds were getting louder. What she saw stopped her on the spot. James was walking toward her. Without thinking she took a step back. He looked menacing, angry, and downright determined. What startled her more was the answering heat filling her body. Seeing him coming toward her made her heart leap. He didn’t scare her. The image before her excited her beyond comprehension.
He said no words as he grabbed her arm and led her out of the supermarket. The women watching the scene stared after them with wide mouths.
This is my man!
“What are you doing?” she asked. Her voice sounded excited, and her nipples
were hard from the pleasure of having him in control.
“I’m doing what I should have done a long time ago.”
James escorted her out of the supermarket to his waiting car. Arthur wasn’t in the front seat. He helped her into the seat then fastened the seat belt around her. His fingers brushed her nipples. They were hard from having him close, but now they were painfully erect.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m taking us away for a while,” he said. “A vacation ought to do us some good.” He climbed behind the wheel and pulled away in the direction of her house.
“I can’t leave,” she said, looking behind at the supermarket growing smaller in the distance.
“You’re not working in a supermarket, Prudence. I’ve lived with your decision to work there but no more. When we get back you’ll be working behind the bar or resting in the office with me. You’re not staying out of my sight.”
For several moments speech eluded her. She hadn’t seen this side of James in a very long time.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“I’m doing what I should have done and what I’ve failed to do in the past few months. I’ve arranged everything. We’ll be going to Italy for the next month. I have a beautiful villa overlooking the ocean. We won’t be disturbed, and time away is what we need.”
Italy. Alone. James. Italy.
She smiled as she stared out of the window. The scenery passed her by in a blur. She didn’t care to look at it. All she cared for was what James wanted to do in Italy.
“How can we just up and leave for Italy?” Prue asked, fighting him even though she loved the idea of going away with him.
“Because I fucking said so.” Several minutes later he pulled the car against the kerb outside her house.
James turned off the engine then moved around to her side of the car. He helped her out, slammed the door closed, then locked the car. Next, he took the keys, opened the door, and led the way upstairs. She followed behind him unable to say anything.
Watching from the doorway, James grabbed her suitcase, opened her drawers and started piling clothes into cases.
“What about underwear?” she said.
“You won’t need it.”
Her pussy clenched with excitement. She’d not seen this James in a very long time. When one case was packed he took another bag to fill with her face creams.
Next, he moved up to her. She stared into his eyes waiting. Licking her lips as her heart beat faster James lifted her arms over her head.
“Things are going to change,” he said, removing her shirt.
He flicked the clasp on her bra, exposing her breasts. His gaze remained fixed on her eyes.
With her arms above her head, he slipped a dress on her. James knelt in front of her to button the dress up and removed the trousers she wore. His hands lifted under her dress and took away her cotton panties. “From this day forward you won’t wear any underwear unless I say otherwise, do you understand?”
She nodded. Her nipples were sensitive as they grazed the fabric of the dress. She dropped her gaze from his to look at the evidence of her arousal, her rock hard nipples.
Lifting her gaze to his, she watched as he grabbed the silver collar from her nightstand. He pocketed the jewellery then grabbed his cross necklace.
James placed the necklace around her neck. “I never want to see you take this off.” “What happens if I take it off?” she asked, tempting him.
“Then you go over my knee. You wanted to be my woman, Prue. Give me a safe word, so I know when you want to end things.”
Prue stared into his eyes. Biting down on her lip she spoke the only word that she would want in order to stop things. “Henry. My safe word is Henry.”
James chuckled. “The name suits. You’ve got ten seconds to say the word and I leave here without you.”
He stroked her cheek.
Did she want this to end?
No, she wanted this to be the beginning of their relationship.
“Time’s up.”
Grabbing her arms, James smashed his lips against hers. She cried out, holding onto him as he took full possession of her mouth. They’d kissed and had sex but never like this.
He teased her lips open then slid his tongue deeply inside. Her cunt tightened, wanting him inside her in more delicious ways. Only when he ravaged her mouth and taken control of her completely did James break the kiss.
“I’ve wanted to do that for months.”
She gasped, brushing her lips across his.
“We need to leave. Otherwise we’ll miss the plane.”
Taking her hand, James led her back to the car. He seated her inside redoing her seatbelt. Once he sat behind the wheel they were off. Prue smiled, content with where they were going. The man she loved and had thought was gone had just reappeared in her life as quickly as he’d left it.
Chapter Twenty-Two
James held Prudence’s hand as the plane lifted into the sky. Going to his family’s villa in Italy was a great idea. The country was a beautiful, and with summer almost at its height, he looked forward to exploring the country with Prudence.
“I didn’t know you had a villa,” she said.
He lifted her hand to his lips. “There is plenty of stuff you don’t know about me, baby. You’ll know everything in good time.”
The flight attendant brought them some bottled water as Prudence looked out of the window.
“We’re away from it all. Why are there so few people on the plane?” she asked.
“We’re not on a plane, Prudence. This is a private jet. Stephen and I own this baby.” He tapped the seat with pride.
“This is your plane?”
“Yes. I never wanted to take flying lessons. I actually have a fear of heights.” Sitting next to the window could make him sick in a heartbeat.
“Shit, I never told my sister where we were going.”
“Don’t worry about your sister. I’ve got everything covered.” Veronica didn’t like the thought of Prudence going out of the country. He’d made sure the older sister knew it wasn’t negotiable. Dropping the reserved calm he’d forced in place for Prudence’s sake had liberated James. He was still concerned the kidnapping had affected her but at that moment, he was happy to see the woman he loved back where she was meant to be.
Running his fingers down her cheek James moved down to rest his palm across the necklace. His token stayed around her neck as he stared at her.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, watching him.
“Nothing is the matter. I’ve missed seeing you wear this.”
She stared around the cabin seeing the few people on board. Taking her hand, James led her to the back room. “Where are we going?” she asked.
“When we first bought this jet Stephen and I were flying around the world trying to pretend we could survive on minimum sleep.” He opened the door revealing a bedroom. “We pay everyone a decent salary to be in charge of the flying. This is for us to rest.”
Pulling her inside, James locked the door then pressed her against it.
“They might hear,” she said.
“Do you really care?”
She looked at him before shaking her head.
“Good, because the only thing I care about is you,” he said, sinking his fingers into her hair. “I love the blue of your hair.” James leaned in close to inhale her sweet fragrance. Prudence gasped, arching up against his touch. With his free hand he moved to the strap of her dress and slid the fabric down her arm.
He wasn’t going to make love or fuck her on the plane. All he desired to do was play with her. Show her how much he loved her with actions. There was not a part of her he didn’t love.
Her breasts popped free, and her eyes glazed over as she looked at him. “I’ve missed this,” she said.
“Me, too, Prudence. Me, too.” He dropped his head and took the hard nipple between his teeth. She gasped, and James covered her mouth with his hand to m
uffle the sound of her pleasurable noises.
Staring up the length of her body James saw her watching him. Her eyes were wide as her hands moved to the back of his head pulling him harder to her.
Flicking the buttons open, James revealed more of her pale skin to his gaze.
The dress fell in a heap on the ground. “You look so beautiful,” he said, cupping her tit. “I love your tits. How big and full they are. I love it when you ride my cock and they’re swinging in front of my face.” James licked his lips remembering the last unsatisfactory fuck they’d shared.
He would wipe both of their memories of that day and all the days before. This was their new start in their relationship.
“Are you wet?” he asked.
Prudence took his hand, licked his fingers into her mouth then placed his wet fingers between her legs. Her slit was dripping with cream, and her clit was swollen.
James cursed as he fucked her pussy with two digits and placed his thumb against her nub. Her legs gave out. Wrapping his arm around her waist he held her up, watching the arousal fill her gaze as he stared at him.
Removing his fingers he licked the cream with her watching him.
“Taste yourself,” he said.
She took the finger he offered with a moan.
“That’s right. You taste so sweet. I could lick you all day until you did nothing but scream my name.” He kissed the side of her neck then bent down to suck the nipple he hadn’t tasted earlier.
When the bud was as tight as the other, he moved back until he sat down on the edge of the bed.
Prudence was naked while he was fully clothed.
He placed her into position over him with her legs on either side of his. For the first few moments Prudence appeared to be in some kind of daze. He recalled how she was before the incident with Henry, how she matched him with heat and fire.
James was about to mention her fire when she cupped his face and kissed him. The strength in her touch shocked him. She banded her arms around his neck, moaning as she devoured his lips. Plunging her tongue inside his mouth, Prudence moved her hand down his body until she cupped his erection.
