“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 pr**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 pu**y. 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 pu**y.
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 ni**les 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 cl**ax 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 f**king 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 cl**ax spread from inside her, outwards.
Prue rode her orgasm as James continued to suck her cl*t 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 pu**y. 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 pu**y tighten around his fingers when he’d finger f**ked 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 pu**y and his c**k 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 c**k 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.