Owned by the Dom: Part Two

He wasn’t going to make love or f**k her on the plane. All he desired to do was play with her. Show her how much he loved her with actions. There was not a part of her he didn’t love.

Her br**sts popped free, and her eyes glazed over as she looked at him. “I’ve missed this,” she said.

“Me, too, Prudence. Me, too.” He dropped his head and took the hard nipple between his teeth. She gasped, and James covered her mouth with his hand to muffle the sound of her pleasurable noises.

Staring up the length of her body James saw her watching him. Her eyes were wide as her hands moved to the back of his head pulling him harder to her.

Flicking the buttons open, James revealed more of her pale skin to his gaze.

The dress fell in a heap on the ground. “You look so beautiful,” he said, cupping her tit. “I love your tits. How big and full they are. I love it when you ride my c**k and they’re swinging in front of my face.” James licked his lips remembering the last unsatisfactory f**k they’d shared.

He would wipe both of their memories of that day and all the days before. This was their new start in their relationship.

“Are you wet?” he asked.

Prudence took his hand, licked his fingers into her mouth then placed his wet fingers between her legs. Her slit was dripping with cream, and her cl*t was swollen.

James cursed as he f**ked her pu**y with two digits and placed his thumb against her nub. Her legs gave out. Wrapping his arm around her waist he held her up, watching the arousal fill her gaze as he stared at him.

Removing his fingers he licked the cream with her watching him.

“Taste yourself,” he said.

She took the finger he offered with a moan.

“That’s right. You taste so sweet. I could lick you all day until you did nothing but scream my name.” He kissed the side of her neck then bent down to suck the nipple he hadn’t tasted earlier.

When the bud was as tight as the other, he moved back until he sat down on the edge of the bed.

Prudence was na**d while he was fully clothed.

He placed her into position over him with her legs on either side of his. For the first few moments Prudence appeared to be in some kind of daze. He recalled how she was before the incident with Henry, how she matched him with heat and fire.

James was about to mention her fire when she cupped his face and kissed him. The strength in her touch shocked him. She banded her arms around his neck, moaning as she devoured his lips. Plunging her tongue inside his mouth, Prudence moved her hand down his body until she cupped his erection.

When she pulled away, he saw the spitfire he loved.

“I want you, James.”

He unbuttoned his jeans and worked the zipper down. James gave her the few seconds of control then turned her onto her back with her arms above her head.

With a finger in front of her face, James tutted. “Naughty girl. What have I told you about topping from the bottom?” he said.

Prudence pulled on his hands. “I need you.”

Running his hand down her body, James opened her thighs then slipped a finger inside her, teasing her with what he could do for her body.

She whimpered, thrusting onto his palm. He added a second and then a third finger pushing them into her depths and watching the pleasure drive her farther.

Only when she was on the brink of orgasm did James pull away. He pulled his fingers from her tight pu**y and grabbed her hands, placing them above her. James wished he’d gotten something to tie her hands above her and to the bed.

He hated it when he needed to improvise. Silk ties could provide a lot of excitement.

“Don’t move your hands from above your head,” he said, commanding her.

“If I move them?” she asked.

Rolling her onto her stomach in one quick move James landed five short, sharp slaps to her ass.

She cried at the first then moaned with pleasure as he delivered the other four.

Turning her on her back, James smiled down at her. Her face was flushed but looked happy. “Then I get to spank your hot little ass.”

“Okay, Sir, I’ll keep them above my head.”

James moaned. Months had passed since he’d heard her use that word.

“You’re a danger to my sanity.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, then moved away to pull his shirt off.

Returning to the bed, James lay beside her teasing her body with his fingertips. The journey to Italy would take several hours, and he looked forward to teasing her body until she came apart over and over again. This wasn’t about his pleasure or release. He’d get pleasure from watching her.

“You’re going to torture me,” she said, smiling.

“It depends on what you consider torture.” James moved over straddling her waist. If he pressed against her core at that second he’d be a goner. Her scent already filled the air with her sweet perfume. The arousal seemed to emanate around the room taunting him with the strength of the smell.

“What you’re doing is torture. I need to come,” she said, whimpering.

Chuckling against the flesh of her breast, James nibbled the side. “Then you better get used to this. I’ve been dreaming about this body for too long. I need to remember how to satisfy you.”

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He was trying to kill her with his exquisite brand of torture. Prue didn’t know if this was revenge or love. Her body hummed with arousal. She’d never felt this on edge before in her life. There were no sane thoughts left in her mind. She couldn’t think past the pressure of his body on hers.

Her pu**y was dripping wet. She was turned on by the smallest of caresses with this man. His tormenting touch ignited a flame that only he could put out. Lips nibbled on her flesh while his fingers caressed her skin leaving a path of burning desire glowing inside.

“Such perfect skin,” he said, biting the side of her hip.

The flesh of her ass stung from his warning spanks. The burn coursed through her body like a bolt of electricity.

“I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Now, please, James, I need you now.”

He chuckled. The sound vibrated through her making her pu**y cream even more. She shouldn’t be affected like this. James knew every part of her, and yet it was like he was creating something new with what he was doing.

“No, you’re going to come for me, and only when I say otherwise are you going to take me. I’m going to drive you wild with wanting me, baby. Do you think you can handle it?” he asked, challenging her.

Smiling, Prue moved her hands to cup his face, purposefully disobeying his command. “I think I can handle anything you can dish out.”