woman.
You’re seducing her now?
“The part about Possession and Ravage being exclusive clubs is true. Stephen Knox is the owner of Possession while I own Ravage.”
She didn’t pull away from his hand. He glanced around the restaurant seeing a few familiar faces among the people dining. There were more possessive men out there than people realised.
“I don’t know how to discuss it, Prudence. I’ve learned to accept what is.”
“Start with your own club. I want to know more about you and how you’re linked.”
The waiter came over with their meal. James let her hand go so she would be able to eat unhindered by his touch. When the waiter disappeared he began explaining himself.
“Ravage was already part of my family. My father had built the club to be a gentlemen’s club very much like Possession. When I came to own the club I changed it so the main part of the club was open to everyone while the basement, or the dungeon, could be used for more exclusive purposes. It made money and kept a tight lid on clients’ identity. If they wished they could go through the club without questions.” He stopped to eat a piece of beef.
“So is Ravage your only business?”
“No. Castleden has many stocks and shares with businesses worldwide. I deal with them in my spare time. My father placed a board who oversee that side of the investment. I’m called in when things get difficult.” He lived a good life. His father had made sure he’d want for nothing. James preferred to be in his club. Ravage was his life. It was who he was and defined the man he’d turned into.
“Stephen also handles some of our joint ventures.”
“You and Stephen are friends?”
“We grew up together. Our family over generations had started the exclusive clubs. My father went through it all when I was younger.”
She was eating her pasta as the waiter came back with the wine bottle. Prudence covered her glass shaking her head. James took some.
“You own the BDSM club at the bottom? You’re a Dom?”
“I don’t know if they are questions or statements of facts,” he said.
“Do you own the BDSM club under Ravage?” she asked, slowly.
“Yes.”
“Are you a Dom?” she asked, slowly once again.
“Do you know what a Dom is?”
“Answer the question, James.”
He glared at her. James wanted to pull her over his knee and tan that ass with his palm. The full round globes would be shining red with his hand print the moment he was through with her.
“Be careful, Prudence. I don’t like being spoken to like that.”
She placed her fork down, linked her fingers, and stared at him. He felt her assessment right down to his soul. Prudence saw past the layers he’d built up to the man beneath. He didn’t know how he knew this, only the way she made him feel as she looked at him.
“Forgive my impatience. Are you a Dom, Sir?”
James was taken back. Michael must have shared more with her than he anticipated. Did she have any idea what the title meant to him? From the glazed look in her eye, James could only imagine that she did.
His cock thickened. Her gaze lowered to her plate, her head bowed in obedience. To anyone who was looking at their table, she looked like she was saying a small prayer. James knew the bowed head meant so much more.
“You’re forgiven. Yes, I’m a Dom.” James reached over and tapped her hand. She looked up at him then began eating when he nodded his head.
“What do you know?” he asked.
She smiled. “More than you realised, Sir.”
He watched as she forked a piece of pasta and popped it into her mouth. She wasn’t running. Prudence stared at him as if she was waiting for something.
“Aren’t you afraid?” he asked, needing to know the answer.
“I have nothing to be afraid of, James. I was showing you that I understood your lifestyle and respected it.”
“You’re too young,” he said. Proper words evaded him. What could he say to her?
“I’m twenty-three, James. There is no
You’re seducing her now?
“The part about Possession and Ravage being exclusive clubs is true. Stephen Knox is the owner of Possession while I own Ravage.”
She didn’t pull away from his hand. He glanced around the restaurant seeing a few familiar faces among the people dining. There were more possessive men out there than people realised.
“I don’t know how to discuss it, Prudence. I’ve learned to accept what is.”
“Start with your own club. I want to know more about you and how you’re linked.”
The waiter came over with their meal. James let her hand go so she would be able to eat unhindered by his touch. When the waiter disappeared he began explaining himself.
“Ravage was already part of my family. My father had built the club to be a gentlemen’s club very much like Possession. When I came to own the club I changed it so the main part of the club was open to everyone while the basement, or the dungeon, could be used for more exclusive purposes. It made money and kept a tight lid on clients’ identity. If they wished they could go through the club without questions.” He stopped to eat a piece of beef.
“So is Ravage your only business?”
“No. Castleden has many stocks and shares with businesses worldwide. I deal with them in my spare time. My father placed a board who oversee that side of the investment. I’m called in when things get difficult.” He lived a good life. His father had made sure he’d want for nothing. James preferred to be in his club. Ravage was his life. It was who he was and defined the man he’d turned into.
“Stephen also handles some of our joint ventures.”
“You and Stephen are friends?”
“We grew up together. Our family over generations had started the exclusive clubs. My father went through it all when I was younger.”
She was eating her pasta as the waiter came back with the wine bottle. Prudence covered her glass shaking her head. James took some.
“You own the BDSM club at the bottom? You’re a Dom?”
“I don’t know if they are questions or statements of facts,” he said.
“Do you own the BDSM club under Ravage?” she asked, slowly.
“Yes.”
“Are you a Dom?” she asked, slowly once again.
“Do you know what a Dom is?”
“Answer the question, James.”
He glared at her. James wanted to pull her over his knee and tan that ass with his palm. The full round globes would be shining red with his hand print the moment he was through with her.
“Be careful, Prudence. I don’t like being spoken to like that.”
She placed her fork down, linked her fingers, and stared at him. He felt her assessment right down to his soul. Prudence saw past the layers he’d built up to the man beneath. He didn’t know how he knew this, only the way she made him feel as she looked at him.
“Forgive my impatience. Are you a Dom, Sir?”
James was taken back. Michael must have shared more with her than he anticipated. Did she have any idea what the title meant to him? From the glazed look in her eye, James could only imagine that she did.
His cock thickened. Her gaze lowered to her plate, her head bowed in obedience. To anyone who was looking at their table, she looked like she was saying a small prayer. James knew the bowed head meant so much more.
“You’re forgiven. Yes, I’m a Dom.” James reached over and tapped her hand. She looked up at him then began eating when he nodded his head.
“What do you know?” he asked.
She smiled. “More than you realised, Sir.”
He watched as she forked a piece of pasta and popped it into her mouth. She wasn’t running. Prudence stared at him as if she was waiting for something.
“Aren’t you afraid?” he asked, needing to know the answer.
“I have nothing to be afraid of, James. I was showing you that I understood your lifestyle and respected it.”
“You’re too young,” he said. Proper words evaded him. What could he say to her?
“I’m twenty-three, James. There is no
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