Her cheeks filled with blood as embarrassment flooded her. “I’ve never had a full cock. A finger and a dildo are all.”
“Why are you embarrassed? I want you to be honest with me.”
“Just because you want me to be honest, doesn’t mean I’m not a little worried about it. I’m use to everyone keeping their feelings to themselves. We’ve just had sex, and I’m nervous you’re going to run at the first opportunity.” She slapped her hand over her lips, cursing her own words.
James removed her hand away.
“I’m not going anywhere, Prudence. You’re my woman.”
She nodded.
“When we go to Possession, you’ll know what I mean.”
Prue didn’t argue with him. She closed the trunk and opened the one next to it. “These are vaginal dildos, right?”
“Yes.”
She opened several more trunks and found plenty of nipple clamps, lubrication, and condoms. Another case held a variety of ropes.
“I love to bind my woman. I’d love to see the rope against your skin.”
Nodding her head, she closed the case.
Moving over to the wall opposite the bed she found the flogging cross. She touched the leather straps at each point before moving onto the canes, paddles, and floggers she saw hanging up in order of length and size on the wall. “You’re very neat.”
“I like to have neatness in this space. I think cleanliness is essential in this world.”
She understood him. If there was an accident and a cane drew blood, clean toys and equipment would limit or prevent any chance of infection. “This is your whole life, isn’t it?”
“Being a Dom is not a time for me to play. This is who I am, Prudence. I don’t play around. As my woman I will want you to take this seriously as well.” He was stroking a paddle as he spoke.
Unable to say anything, she moved toward the spanking bench. The bench reminded her of something she’d seen in her gymnastics class when she was younger. She ran her hand over the bench.
“Yes, it is safe, before you ask.”
Prue chuckled. “I wasn’t going to ask. I trusted you the first time you told me.”
“Good.”
“So, I believe you want to punish me, Sir. Is this how you want to punish me?” she asked, turning towards him and leaning on her hands. Her tits were thrust up in offering. She saw his gaze followed the line down her body.
“As tempting as it would be to see you over my bench, I’ve got something else in mind.”
He moved in close to her, pressing his pelvis against her own. She gasped feeling the heat of his c**k against her na**d stomach. Even through his leather pants, she felt the heat of him like a scolding brand, a brand she would be more than proud to wear.
James dropped his head taking a nipple into his mouth. If his hands hadn’t been around her body, she’d have fallen in heap on the floor.
“What do you do to me?” she asked when he pulled off her breast.
“Show you how exquisite your submission could be.”
“How do you want to punish me?” Her mouth was bone dry. Finding the right words was a struggle for her.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Always.”
She knew he’d never hurt her, and if he pushed her farther than she wanted to go, she had her safe word.
****
James couldn’t have asked for a better response for her. He’d been worried that she would disappear because of what she liked. His own passions were not the easiest for many women to accept. He loved to push his woman and to show them how wonderful being his submissive could be.
Prue was the only woman for him. There would be no other submissive or training of other women for him. Any classes he gave would be with Prue. She was his one and only. He knew that more than he knew his own name.
He took her hand in his and led her over to his bed. Prudence went without resistance. James helped her onto the centre of the bed. Her pale na**d body contrasted with the black silk sheets. The red shade of her hair stood out from the two different shades of black around her. He stood back looking down at her.
“What’s the matter?” she asked. Her hands were by her side. She made no move to cover herself.
“You look gorgeous. Would you mind if I took a picture?”
She covered her body. “I’m not ready for pictures.”
Nodding his head, he leaned down on the bed to kiss her.
“All right, I can wait for you.” He’d waited all of his adult life for her, so a few extra years were nothing to him.
“Roll onto your stomach,” he said, helping her turn over. “I want you to stretch out your arms and legs.” She followed his instructions, stretching her arms and legs out to the four wooden posts. James started at the top left side.
He took her wrist in his hand and tied a sash around her wrist, tight. After walking around to do her other wrist in the same fashion, he settled at the base of the bed. Her legs were splayed. He saw the puckered hole of her ass peeking at him. The cheeks of her ass were full and round.
Taking one of her ankles, he opened her legs wider and wrapped the silk tie around her ankle. There was not as much give in her legs as there was with her wrists. He didn’t want her to move. Her arms he’d be able to hold down whereas her legs would be difficult.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m more than okay,” she said. Her voice came out in breathy gasps. He chuckled. His woman liked being tied up. James moved to her other ankle giving her the same kind of treatment. Once he was done, he grabbed one of his blindfolds and covered her eyes.
She let out a moan as he tied the folds at the back.
“Can you see?” he asked.
“No, I can’t.”
James grabbed a fistful of her hair pulling her head back for him to kiss her lips. He plunged his tongue inside her, taking her mouth in a searing kiss.
“You’re mine,” he said, kissing her lips once again.
He reached down to cup one of her plump breast. Her nipple pressed against his palm.
“I bet if I put my hand between your thighs I will find you soaking wet.”
Her cheeks were flushed with arousal.
James ran his hand down her back feeling her shiver from his touch. He kept his palm on her ass as he ravished her lips.
Caressing the cheeks, he ran a finger down the seam of her ass feeling her tighten her ass against his invasion. “I will have that ass, Prudence.”
She nodded her head, kissing him back.