women. They are ours to keep.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“I’m telling you this because there are some women who could not handle being truly taken by a man. There are times when our possession goes wrong.”
“Not always?”
“No. I’ve only heard of it once, but that once was enough. The woman in question is permanently scarred by what happened. Be careful what you wish for.”
His touch did not calm her.
“I’m going back to our table. When you come back I want to discuss what you’ve done.” He kissed her cheek and let her go. His arms unwound from her. She watched him take a step back until he was out of the door. She’d never been so turned in all of her life.
Prue held onto the sink to try to gain support to her shaking limbs.
If this is what he could do from small touches, she wondered what he could do with more time in his arms.
She gave herself a quick glance in the mirror before making her way to the table.
Her plate had been taken away while she’d been gone.
“The des sert menu will be with us shortly,” James said.
Nodding her head, she sipped her water wishing she’d let the waiter fill her glass up.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“I’m okay.”
“Good.”
The waiter handed them the de ssert menu. She gave a quick look and settled on a chocolate cheesecake with whipped cream. Closing the menu, she waited for him to finish.
“Do you know what a safe word is?” he asked, still looking at his menu.
“Mine is ‘rose’.” She answered the question without hesitation.
He glanced up.
“It is my favourite flower.”
“What else have you done?” he asked.
“I don’t know everything. I’ve been tied up once, to a bed for a short time, and my ass has been spanked.” Prue didn’t know why she was telling him everything. She wanted to show him she wasn’t some simpering girl. She knew her own mind and what she liked in the bedroom.
“Have you ever needed to use your safe word?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Have you been in a BDSM club?”
“Only a few and I’ve never joined in. Everything I’ve experienced is at home in the privacy of my room.”
“Would you like to see?”
Prue smiled. “I’d love to.”
The waiter took their orders for des sert. They didn’t speak. James caught her hand in his, and his thumb stroked the pulse in her wrist.
When the dessert came, she took a forkful of her cheesecake without letting go of his hand. She liked the comfort her gave her. His fingers continued to stroke her and soothe her. When the meal was finished, James grabbed his wallet and pulled out a card.
She felt the blush creep into her cheeks.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. The waiter left.
“I prefer to pay my own way.”
“I don’t want you to pay. When you’re with me, you won’t be paying for anything. I will look after you.” She nodded her head and waited for the man to come back.
He came back and handed the card to James. She made to get out of her seat. James gave her a look that made her sit back down. He helped her out of her seat then escorted her to get her coat. The chill from the night air caught them both as they made their way outside. The taxi they’d arrived in was waiting by the curb.
James eased her inside then followed in behind her. She didn’t say anything as he took her hand once again. The car pulled away from the curb and began the short journey to his club. Once they were there, Leo opened the door for his boss. James moved him out of the way to help her out of the taxi.
“Don’t you need to pay the driver?” she asked.
“They have an account with my name on it. I don’t like driving around the city anymore. I prefer to be taken.”
Leo remained at the door as James escorted her through the club. She felt gazes following them around the room. James kept a firm grip on her, taking her back to the room she’d found earlier that day. The guards were on the doors , and James took the elevator
“Why are you doing this?”
“I’m telling you this because there are some women who could not handle being truly taken by a man. There are times when our possession goes wrong.”
“Not always?”
“No. I’ve only heard of it once, but that once was enough. The woman in question is permanently scarred by what happened. Be careful what you wish for.”
His touch did not calm her.
“I’m going back to our table. When you come back I want to discuss what you’ve done.” He kissed her cheek and let her go. His arms unwound from her. She watched him take a step back until he was out of the door. She’d never been so turned in all of her life.
Prue held onto the sink to try to gain support to her shaking limbs.
If this is what he could do from small touches, she wondered what he could do with more time in his arms.
She gave herself a quick glance in the mirror before making her way to the table.
Her plate had been taken away while she’d been gone.
“The des sert menu will be with us shortly,” James said.
Nodding her head, she sipped her water wishing she’d let the waiter fill her glass up.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“I’m okay.”
“Good.”
The waiter handed them the de ssert menu. She gave a quick look and settled on a chocolate cheesecake with whipped cream. Closing the menu, she waited for him to finish.
“Do you know what a safe word is?” he asked, still looking at his menu.
“Mine is ‘rose’.” She answered the question without hesitation.
He glanced up.
“It is my favourite flower.”
“What else have you done?” he asked.
“I don’t know everything. I’ve been tied up once, to a bed for a short time, and my ass has been spanked.” Prue didn’t know why she was telling him everything. She wanted to show him she wasn’t some simpering girl. She knew her own mind and what she liked in the bedroom.
“Have you ever needed to use your safe word?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“Have you been in a BDSM club?”
“Only a few and I’ve never joined in. Everything I’ve experienced is at home in the privacy of my room.”
“Would you like to see?”
Prue smiled. “I’d love to.”
The waiter took their orders for des sert. They didn’t speak. James caught her hand in his, and his thumb stroked the pulse in her wrist.
When the dessert came, she took a forkful of her cheesecake without letting go of his hand. She liked the comfort her gave her. His fingers continued to stroke her and soothe her. When the meal was finished, James grabbed his wallet and pulled out a card.
She felt the blush creep into her cheeks.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. The waiter left.
“I prefer to pay my own way.”
“I don’t want you to pay. When you’re with me, you won’t be paying for anything. I will look after you.” She nodded her head and waited for the man to come back.
He came back and handed the card to James. She made to get out of her seat. James gave her a look that made her sit back down. He helped her out of her seat then escorted her to get her coat. The chill from the night air caught them both as they made their way outside. The taxi they’d arrived in was waiting by the curb.
James eased her inside then followed in behind her. She didn’t say anything as he took her hand once again. The car pulled away from the curb and began the short journey to his club. Once they were there, Leo opened the door for his boss. James moved him out of the way to help her out of the taxi.
“Don’t you need to pay the driver?” she asked.
“They have an account with my name on it. I don’t like driving around the city anymore. I prefer to be taken.”
Leo remained at the door as James escorted her through the club. She felt gazes following them around the room. James kept a firm grip on her, taking her back to the room she’d found earlier that day. The guards were on the doors , and James took the elevator
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