Owned by the Dom: Part Two
“I don’t like men that close to you.”
“We were talking, Sir.” She stared around the room as he voice rose. “You know what? I’m getting out of here.” Prue placed her water on the table then got up to move. James followed behind her. They took the elevator together.
“You’re pissed.”
“Yeah, I’m pissed. How do you think that looks to me when you go all macho like that on another guy?” she asked. Her anger grew by the second. She didn’t like it when his response looked bad on her.
The way he came over to their table and glared at Gabe made it look like she always flirted with other men. She didn’t flirt with anyone, and she was pissed by what he did.
Once the elevator stopped, she stormed out not bothering to wait for him. Arthur sat in the car tapping on the steering wheel. She climbed in the back of the car before either man could open the door.
James didn’t speak on the way home. Prue stared out of her window seething with rage.
Calm down, Prue. Nothing happened.
Nothing would ever make her flirt with another man. She was angry at his behaviour. When they were in the club with all the men who flirted with her that was a different situation, and he could be the macho guy. In the Dungeon at Ravage it felt wrong for him to be that way. No other man would ever be her Dom. She was his.
Arthur pulled up to the house. Prue climbed out her side, typed in the code and left James to handle his driver. She made her way inside, removed her strappy sandals then walked in the direction of the kitchen.
Within seconds James had followed. Her anger hadn’t abated one bit.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“You, that is what’s going on.” She opened the fridge and grabbed the leftover rice and chicken before slamming them on the side.
She was starving.
Prue banged the pan on top of the stove as she set to work creating herself a night-time snack.
“What did I do this time?” he asked.
She ignored him until everything she was going to eat was sizzling.
“I can’t believe you went off on that at Gabe.”
“He was sitting too closely to you. I’m the only one allowed, Prudence. You’re being unreasonable.”
Slamming the spoon onto the side, she rounded the counter and poked him in the chest. “When we’re out or at Ravage then you can go all macho bullshit on me, but when we’re in the Dungeon then I don’t want you to do it. It reflects badly on me.” She pointed at her chest while shouting at him.
“No, it doesn’t.”
Prue hit him on the chest. “Yes, it f**king does. First, I’m your sub, so I’m supposed to be trusted enough to be left alone, and yet, there you are glaring at Gabe. He’s the head Dom of the club, and you’re glaring at him. That comes back to me, ass**le. I’m your woman, and yet in a room full of people, with your glaring attitude, you pretty much say, ‘I don’t trust my woman because she’s a skank!’” She didn’t mean that last part, but her anger got the better of her.
“I don’t think of you as a skank, Prudence. Don’t ever call yourself that again.”
He grabbed her finger, which kept poking him.
She gasped from the touch. James always did have that magnetic power over her that drew her closer to him.
“It doesn’t matter what you think, but you don’t see the others treating their subs like that, do you?” she asked. Hands on her hips, Prue glared at him.
James paused for several moments, staring at her.
“You have a point.”
“No, I don’t have a point. I speak the truth. Stop being an ass**le. You’ve got nothing to worry about, James. I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here with you, and that’s never going to change, no matter what you do. I love you.”
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling James in close.
“Is something burning?” he asked.
“Shit, you made me burn my food now.”
Prue ran around the counter, taking the frying pan off the heat. The food was stuck to the bottom. No problem, her appetite had changed for something better.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
James made every effort to not glare at any other man while they were together in the Dungeon. He didn’t trust the men around her no matter what she said. Their wedding preparations were underway. The wedding dress, along with the bridesmaids’ dresses, had been purchased.
Some guy called Simon Myers was handling the preparation of the wedding. He and Stephen were simply being told what to do and when. James didn’t mind being controlled with regards to the wedding. He looked forward to the night after.
He’d organised a special surprise for his woman and one he knew she’d like.
She was currently out in the club waiting for a delivery of the liquor when Gabe came into his office.
“Close the door, Gabe,” he said.
The privacy of the closed door wouldn’t last if Prudence wanted inside.
“What can I do for you, Boss?” Gabe asked, taking a seat.
“In about three weeks I’ll be married to Prudence. I want you there at the ceremony.” He’d not known the guy very long, but he knew Gabe was a good man. James had watched him with the women in the Dungeon and at the club enough to know the truth about the man.
“I appreciate it. Thank you,” Gabe said.
James cleared his throat. “Also, I want to talk to you about something else.”
Gabe waited for him. Looking past his shoulder at the door, James expected Prudence to storm through any minute. “The other night I was out of order in the way I spoke to you. I promise it won’t happen again.”
“Prudence is a gorgeous, sexy woman, James. I wasn’t surprised by the way you treated me. She deserves to have a man be protective of her.”
“Well, she doesn’t like the way my behaviour reflects on her.”
“Noted.”
“There is something else. After the wedding I’ll be collaring Prudence as my sub. I want you to lead the ceremony and have everything ready for the day after the wedding. I’m putting of the honeymoon off until after then.”
“Sure thing. I’ll start preparations and make sure Prudence doesn’t have a clue about them.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it.”
Gabe left minutes later to finish off work. Prudence joined him. She moved around his desk to sit in his lap.
“We need to leave in five minutes for the cake test,” she said, kissing his cheek.