His eyes glinted with something fierce and possessive. James moved fast as he pulled away, grabbed her and landed her over his knee. The thrill of his strength made her struggle. She wanted his arms holding her place as he punished her.
What’s happening to me?
I don’t care.
She closed off any doubts she still had and pushed them aside. The only thoughts that mattered were the ones dominated by James. His power, his strength, and the very essence of his being were all that mattered.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
His palm landed one blow after another against her ass. She moaned. The smacks were igniting the fire so that it burned harder. Her pu**y was burning, and she felt the cream leaking out of her onto his pant leg.
“Please, James, f**k me,” she said, begging him.
“You’ve resorted to begging me.”
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Five smacks of the hand and she was crying. The pain was wonderful whereas the need for release was unbearable.
“I can smell your need from here,” he said. He stroked her ass. “Lovely and red, just the way it should be from being naughty.”
She opened her legs trying with all her might to get him to touch her. He did. His finger travelled down from the base of her back going down the seam of her ass to land to push inside her pu**y.
“So f**king wet.”
A second finger joined the first. She pushed against his penetration. His fingers would never be as good as his c**k inside her. His thumb brushed her clit. The small stroke on her tiny bud shocked her. What shocked her more was the instant cl**ax that swept through her. Fingers pumped inside her pu**y as he continued to stroke her clit.
“That’s it, come apart for me, baby.”
Her pu**y tightened on his invading fingers. She gripped his thigh and muffled her screams against his leg. Nothing had prepared her for such an unexpected release.
“Good girl.”
Her body melted on top of his. James picked her up in his arms placing her on the bed. She watched as he licked her cream from her fingers. “You taste wonderful.”
Prue reached up to cup his cheek. “Thank you.
“What for?” he asked.
“For being you and giving me this. I love you.” She meant the words down deep in her soul.
He stroked her hair then kissed her head. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” he said.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Six times he’d made her come. James opened the doors to his villa and followed behind Prudence as she walked inside. Pride filled him. She was exhausted from his attentions, and he’d lost count of the times he’d made her call his name.
“I can barely move,” she said, turning to him.
After the first orgasm with his fingers James had brought her to orgasm twice more with his fingers and then the rest with his tongue. He tasted her on his tongue, and he wanted more. Her taste was addictive.
James dropped their cases then swept her up in his arms. “Good. You’re not half as argumentative when you’re tired.”
“I never said I was tired,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Well, I’ll just have to work on those orgasms. I think you’re due three more.” She groaned, resting her head in the crook of his neck. He walked through to the kitchen.
“First, before I ravish you into submission, you need to eat.”
“Do we need to go shopping?” she asked.
He placed her on the stool next to the counter.
“No, I phoned ahead and got the people who take care of the house to stock the fridge and freezer. Why would you think we need to shop?”
She smiled, resting her chin in her palm. “Silly me, I’m one of those people who still need to earn a living. I wasn’t born into millions.”
James chuckled. “Money does have its benefits.” He kissed her lips, groaning when she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him close.
“I can forgo the food.”
“No, you can’t, and I wouldn’t be a good Dom or fiancé if I didn’t feed you.” He smiled as he walked away. The shock on her face was amusing. He’d missed being himself around her. Forgetting about the past and all it entailed was liberating and well worth the wait.
“Fiancé ?” she asked.
Opening the fridge, he waited for a length of time to pass. He grabbed some fresh pasta along with the ingredients for pesto.
“Yes, didn’t I tell you? We’re getting married when we leave here,” he said.
She licked her lips. The teasing sight of her tongue made him pause.
“You didn’t ask me,” she said, glaring at him.
“Baby, by the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging to be my wife.” He made it sound like a promise.
Prudence growled. “Really, you think I’d be your wife.”
“Why wouldn’t you want to be?” he asked.
He filled a pan with some water before placing it on the heat. While the water started to boil, he stood opposite her with a pestle and mortar. “Do you like raw garlic?”
“I can’t keep up with you.”
“I only asked if you liked raw garlic.”
“Was it a marriage proposal?” She stood up facing him with hands on her full hips. Her curves would look so good with rope tied around her. He enjoyed working on his technique, and her body was the perfect canvas to start. The image of the rope resting on her flesh sent his c**k harder than rock. “Sit down.”
Without arguing she sat down.
“Good. It’s about time you did as you were told. You tell me when you’re ready if it was a marriage proposal.”
He ground most of the ingredients together.
“I hate raw garlic.”
James left the garlic out. He bashed everything to a green paste.
The scent of the basil was nothing compared to the scent of her creamy pu**y. He added pasta into the water. While he waited for the pasta to cook he stood in front of Prudence, cupped her cheeks, and claimed her mouth. Running his hands down to the straps of her dress he pulled the dress down until her br**sts were on display. “I want you to eat like this.”
“Why?”
“Because I like looking at you.” He stroked each breast in turn before going to drain the pasta. Once everything was mixed together he served them lunch. They moved to the table, her tits catching his gaze with each bite she took.
After they finished, James got her to remove the dress. “When you’re here with me you don’t need clothes.”