Owned By The Dom: Part One

“Do you really know anything about Dominic and his businesses?” James was starting to wonder if they should just send him back and hope for the f**king best.

“I know a lot more than you think. The policemen handling my case are being given information.”

“They’re FBI agents.”

“Whatever.”

A knock at his door stopped James in his tracks. He glared at Dane, who glared right back. “Come in.”

Leo, their doorman, peeked his head around the corner. “Is this a bad time?”

“No.” James didn’t want anyone to know about Dane. He was to be their secret. Only the closest members of both clubs knew about him.

“Veronica’s little sister is at the bar. Am I allowed to let her in?” Leo asked.

James closed his eyes pinching the bridge of his nose. Could his day or night get any worse? Veronica’s name no longer left a hollow feeling inside his chest. Instead, he was left feeling like he owed her something for not being truthful about who he was. It was that guilt that made him show her picture to every doorman who worked for him. Leo had been with him for a year and James felt like he could trust the other man. “What is she doing here?” he asked.

“She came with some friends. Her friends are regular visitors to the main bar. They do try to get past to the main part of Ravage, we’ve been able to stop them so far.”

James watched as Dane eased back in his chair, smiling.

“Veronica didn’t want her sister at the club. Tell her to go.” James recalled the younger sister. She’d been a real treat even at eighteen. Prudence. The name echoed around his mind making him smile. She’d been the only member of her family that made him feel like he fit in.

“That’s easier said than done. She doesn’t look like the type of woman to take no for an answer.”

He let out a frustrated sigh. When had he become a babysitter?

First, an ex-convict or convict and now an ex’s little sister had joined the club.

“I’m coming. Stay here,” he said to Dane then made his way around his desk.

“She’s sure grown up some from that picture you showed me.”

“Who?”

“Prudence. She looks old enough, sir.”

“No matter how old she is, her sister didn’t want her here.” Veronica had made it clear to him when she’d ended their relationship. She didn’t want any part in his sicko sex life, and if her sister was to come around then she wanted him to steer her in the other direction.

The noise made him moan. He hadn’t been able to shake off this blasted headache. The spot lights didn’t help. All the pressure from the media had started to weigh down on him.

He followed Leo to the main area of the bar. The darkest side to the club was hidden away underneath the main bulk. He’d been sure to keep security tight since his and Stephen’s secret had been out.

Possessive men seemed to be the in thing at the moment. He couldn’t complain. The club was making so much more money from the publicity even though it was unwanted.

Leo paused at the bar.

“Well, where is she?” James asked. He remembered how sweet Prudence was the last time he saw her. She’d been in her pyjamas with her hair tied up in a bun and a spoon sticking out of her mouth.

He was looking for that same girl he remembered.

“I have no idea. She’s not there,” Leo said.

Jermaine was serving a brunette who was laughing at him. James saw through the woman’s act. She was trying to get free booze from his barman. He clicked his fingers gaining Jermaine’s attention. “Those drinks better be paid for,” he said.

“This young man has been kind enough to say they’re on the house,” the woman said. She turned in her seat, stood, and wrapped her arms around his body. Her fake tits pressed against him. James gazed down at all of her falseness and felt repulsed for ever finding something like this attractive.

“Do you see what I’m trying to say, Jermaine? Women will come on to you in an effort not to pay my prices.”

He eased the woman away from him and walked down to where Leo was standing. Jermaine followed. The blush on his cheeks was unmistakable.

“I’m so sorry, sir. I won’t let it happen again.”

“Good, because everything you spent on her will be coming out of your pay check. I don’t like being made a fool of. I suggest you learn your lesson now.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Where is Veronica’s sister?” Leo asked.

“What? Erm, I don’t know. She was here when I brought her the water,” Jermaine mumbled.

“You idiot. You were supposed to be watching her.”

James stopped Leo from yelling at the boy.

“I suggest one of you find her, as otherwise you’re both going to be in serious trouble.”

He stayed by her seat at the bar waiting in case she came back. James looked out on the dance floor. The crowd opened up as three women stumbled out laughing. Three guys followed them. Two women had brownish hair while the third had black and red. Her saw the flash and change of colour as she approached the bar. He couldn’t take his eyes away from the vixen who was heading in direction of the bar.

All of the blood went from his head to his cock. James gazed down the length of her body. The woman was on fire. She was f**king beautiful, and the ache in his groin intensified. He wanted her, badly. The instant hit of lust startled him. Being a Dom, he should know how to contain his needs. He was the one who trained his staff, who taught them that control was the key in his club.

One of the guys wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her back. She pulled his hand away and dodged his kiss.

She didn’t want the guy’s attention.

You’ll want mine!

James shook the thoughts from his mind. He didn’t know what the hell was going on inside his head.  He was supposed to be looking for Prudence. She liked to be called Prue. He’d always liked to use her full name. It rolled off the tongue with such ease for him.

Her h*ps swayed from side to side with every step, and her tits bounced. He’d never seen such full h*ps before. This woman was coming home with him tonight.

She still hadn’t noticed him as she leaned against the bar.

“Looks like your jailer is gone, and so is the booze.”

“What do you say you go back to my place?” the guy asked against her ear. James listened as he approached. The small group hadn’t noticed him yet.

“No, thanks.”