Owned by the Dom: Part Two

For several moments speech eluded her. She hadn’t seen this side of James in a very long time.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“I’m doing what I should have done and what I’ve failed to do in the past few months. I’ve arranged everything. We’ll be going to Italy for the next month. I have a beautiful villa overlooking the ocean. We won’t be disturbed, and time away is what we need.”

Italy. Alone. James. Italy.

She smiled as she stared out of the window. The scenery passed her by in a blur. She didn’t care to look at it. All she cared for was what James wanted to do in Italy.

“How can we just up and leave for Italy?” Prue asked, fighting him even though she loved the idea of going away with him.

“Because I f**king said so.” Several minutes later he pulled the car against the kerb outside her house.

James turned off the engine then moved around to her side of the car. He helped her out, slammed the door closed, then locked the car. Next, he took the keys, opened the door, and led the way upstairs. She followed behind him unable to say anything.

Watching from the doorway, James grabbed her suitcase, opened her drawers and started piling clothes into cases.

“What about underwear?” she said.

“You won’t need it.”

Her pu**y clenched with excitement. She’d not seen this James in a very long time. When one case was packed he took another bag to fill with her face creams.

Next, he moved up to her. She stared into his eyes waiting. Licking her lips as her heart beat faster James lifted her arms over her head.

“Things are going to change,” he said, removing her shirt.

He flicked the clasp on her bra, exposing her br**sts. His gaze remained fixed on her eyes.

With her arms above her head, he slipped a dress on her. James knelt in front of her to button the dress up and removed the trousers she wore. His hands lifted under her dress and took away her cotton panties. “From this day forward you won’t wear any underwear unless I say otherwise, do you understand?”

She nodded. Her ni**les were sensitive as they grazed the fabric of the dress. She dropped her gaze from his to look at the evidence of her arousal, her rock hard ni**les.

Lifting her gaze to his, she watched as he grabbed the silver collar from her nightstand. He pocketed the jewellery then grabbed his cross necklace.

James placed the necklace around her neck. “I never want to see you take this off.” “What happens if I take it off?” she asked, tempting him.

“Then you go over my knee. You wanted to be my woman, Prue. Give me a safe word, so I know when you want to end things.”

Prue stared into his eyes. Biting down on her lip she spoke the only word that she would want in order to stop things. “Henry. My safe word is Henry.”

James chuckled. “The name suits. You’ve got ten seconds to say the word and I leave here without you.”

He stroked her cheek.

Did she want this to end?

No, she wanted this to be the beginning of their relationship.

“Time’s up.”

Grabbing her arms, James smashed his lips against hers. She cried out, holding onto him as he took full possession of her mouth. They’d kissed and had sex but never like this.

He teased her lips open then slid his tongue deeply inside. Her cunt tightened, wanting him inside her in more delicious ways. Only when he ravaged her mouth and taken control of her completely did James break the kiss.

“I’ve wanted to do that for months.”

She gasped, brushing her lips across his.

“We need to leave. Otherwise we’ll miss the plane.”

Taking her hand, James led her back to the car. He seated her inside redoing her seatbelt. Once he sat behind the wheel they were off. Prue smiled, content with where they were going. The man she loved and had thought was gone had just reappeared in her life as quickly as he’d left it.

Chapter Twenty-Two

James held Prudence’s hand as the plane lifted into the sky. Going to his family’s villa in Italy was a great idea. The country was a beautiful, and with summer almost at its height, he looked forward to exploring the country with Prudence.

“I didn’t know you had a villa,” she said.

He lifted her hand to his lips. “There is plenty of stuff you don’t know about me, baby. You’ll know everything in good time.”

The flight attendant brought them some bottled water as Prudence looked out of the window.

“We’re away from it all. Why are there so few people on the plane?” she asked.

“We’re not on a plane, Prudence. This is a private jet. Stephen and I own this baby.” He tapped the seat with pride.

“This is your plane?”

“Yes. I never wanted to take flying lessons. I actually have a fear of heights.” Sitting next to the window could make him sick in a heartbeat.

“Shit, I never told my sister where we were going.”

“Don’t worry about your sister. I’ve got everything covered.” Veronica didn’t like the thought of Prudence going out of the country. He’d made sure the older sister knew it wasn’t negotiable. Dropping the reserved calm he’d forced in place for Prudence’s sake had liberated James. He was still concerned the kidnapping had affected her but at that moment, he was happy to see the woman he loved back where she was meant to be.

Running his fingers down her cheek James moved down to rest his palm across the necklace. His token stayed around her neck as he stared at her.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, watching him.

“Nothing is the matter. I’ve missed seeing you wear this.”

She stared around the cabin seeing the few people on board. Taking her hand, James led her to the back room. “Where are we going?” she asked.

“When we first bought this jet Stephen and I were flying around the world trying to pretend we could survive on minimum sleep.” He opened the door revealing a bedroom. “We pay everyone a decent salary to be in charge of the flying. This is for us to rest.”

Pulling her inside, James locked the door then pressed her against it.

“They might hear,” she said.

“Do you really care?”

She looked at him before shaking her head.

“Good, because the only thing I care about is you,” he said, sinking his fingers into her hair. “I love the blue of your hair.” James leaned in close to inhale her sweet fragrance. Prudence gasped, arching up against his touch. With his free hand he moved to the strap of her dress and slid the fabric down her arm.