The scenery was going by slowly. He caressed her na**d knee, knowing she had nothing to hinder his touch. The driver was discreet and constantly stared out of the front window as he drove.
Prudence placed her hand on top of his. He stared at her face.
She shook her head. “Please, not here.” She mouthed the words to him. Her face was flushed. James wanted to push her but decided against it. He never wanted to push her out of her comfort zone.
Keeping his hand on her knee, he stared at the driver.
“What’s your name, son?” he asked the driver.
“Arthur, Sir.”
“I’ve been wondering how you’d feel to having the full-time position of being my driver. I’ll pay you well with plenty of benefits. You’ll want for nothing.”
“I’ll think about it, Sir.”
“You do that.”
He sat back watching the streets go by. James hadn’t been back to his home since the night the news had broken about Ravage and Possession. The streets felt foreign to him. His parents never suffered with this. They’d always been able to maintain their secrets.
His grip tightened on her knee. She took his hand in hers, stroking his hand.
He smiled. She was offering him so much comfort without even realising it.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Always.”
James leaned across the car and kissed her cheek. She was all his, and he couldn’t believe he could touch her freely.
The taxi pulled up outside of his house. James got out, paid the man, and gave him the details for the position. “If you want the job then give me a call.”
He helped Prudence out of the car and watched the taxi drive away.
“That was kind of you.”
“He’s a good worker and never asks questions.”
She shivered, moving closer to him. “Winter is biting a little too much this year.”
The ground was covered in layer of ice and snow.
“Come on.” He walked to the security panel and typed in the password.
“You’re seriously loaded, aren’t you?” she asked.
He laughed. She didn’t sound greedy when she made the comment. Prudence sounded upset.
“It is family money. My parents had this and their parents before them.”
“They wouldn’t have liked me,” she said.
He took her hand and walked through the gates. James waited for the gates to close before they began the walk down to the main house.
“They’d have loved you. They were wealthy people but knew how the world worked. My parents would have loved you because you made me happy.”
“I don’t think my parents are going to be quite so forgiving. You are my sister’s ex.”
“I think you’re worrying a little too much.”
Together, they walked down the tarmac path. The sound of her shoes clicking on the floor was the only sound to be heard in the dark night air.
She winced, and James caught her up in his arms.
“Put me down. I’m heavy, James. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“What did I tell you about using my title?” James asked.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You will be. I think we should teach you a lesson.”
“Really?” she asked, sounding curious rather than afraid.
“Yes, I think you’d look lovely with your ass in the air across my spanking bench.”
“You have your own room for punishment?”
“I have an entire room for a playroom, Prudence. This is my house, and I added what I wanted to make it mine.”
He carried her down the last part of the drive. The trees obscured the moon, but he knew where he was going.
“Is this the first time you’ve been to your house since the press accosted you that night?” she asked.
James nodded recalling the press outside his home. “Up until that night I kept the gates open. I never feared anyone coming here. No one invaded my home with the intention of digging up my life.”
“The gates were closed and locked.”
“I know. I made sure to have the security added, and the gates will remain closed for the rest of my life or until my son or daughter inherits this place.”
She was silent in his arms. He liked having her in his arms. Her arms were holding on tightly to him. Her feminine scent surrounded him, calming his nerves.
“I’m sorry you feel this way.”
“Stephen and I should have known something was going to happen. We got the warning signs but did nothing to stop it.”
“It doesn’t matter, Sir. Your life was invaded either way. I’d never know what to do.”
He saw the house was in total darkness. Prudence turned her head to look at what he was staring at.
“Wow, that is not a house.”
“It is a house. It is my house.”
James walked up the steps and placed her on her feet. He kept one of her hands inside his as he grabbed the key from under the pot.
“You keep your spare key under the pot? You’re not afraid of break-ins?” she asked.
“I’ve never concerned myself with it before.” He pressed the key into the lock and turned the key. The sound of the door opening filled the air. James walked in and flicked the switch on the light. The room was illuminated in soft light.
“Okay, the outside does not do this place justice,” she said.
“Would you like a tour?” he asked, wanting to impress her.
She turned to him, unbuckling the belt at the front of that coat. “Actually, I’d love for you to take me to your playroom, Sir.”
The coat fell to the floor, forgotten.
He stared at her body. Her full tits with her rounded cherry ni**les pointed up at him. His gaze drifted down to her full curves and rounded stomach. He’d never liked thin women, and her fullness reawakened his arousal.
Licking his lips, he stared down her body. There was no gap between her thighs. They were thick and tempting him. James knew how they felt wrapped around his waist.
He’d had one taste, and that one taste wasn’t enough.
James pulled her into his arms. “What did I do to deserve you?” he asked.
She smiled. “You waited for me.”
He grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling her down to his lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her up to his playroom. He kept it on the third floor next to his room.
James stopped every few steps to kiss her and press his c**k to her core.
She cried out with each thrust of his hips. Her fingers tightened in his hair.