Owned by the Dom: Part One (The Owners) (2 page)

Prudence Star stared up at the blaring light outside of the night club, Ravage. One small and simple word and yet to her it held so much meaning. Two of her friends had become regular members of the club while she’d held back, scared to take the next step. Ever since the media had covered the exclusive club she’d been waiting for an opportunity to visit James. The owner had dated her sister for a short time. Prudence had only met him a couple of times. The few chance meetings had left a lasting impression, on her at least.

“Are you coming, Prue?”  Her friend called to her pulling her out of her thoughts. All of her friends shortened her name down
, and she was more than happy with that. She hated her first name.

“Yeah, I’m coming.” She followed behind Anya and
Becky in the hope of trying to calm her raving nerves. She’d been in many clubs in her older years. Prue didn’t know why this one was making her so nervous. She pushed her hair out of her eyes in order to stop her hands from shaking. Ravage was a club like every other club she’d visited. 
Get a grip.
The media had been inside the club. Prue could recall the anger on James’s face at having his place invaded. She knew James preferred his privacy. He never gave anything away about himself unless he had to. The man on the front door gave them a once-over. Prue didn’t like the feel of his eyes on her body. There was only one man she wanted to look at her body, and this guy wasn’t him.

Stop thinking like that. You
promised to deliver this stupid letter for your sister. Also, you want another look at the man who’s been plaguing your dreams for the last few years.

James
had begun dating her sister while Prue was only eighteen. There were only seven years between her and Veronica.

“You don’t look old enough,” the doorman said.

Prue blushed. What more was she supposed to do? Her face might look young, but her body was that of a woman. How could the man mistake her for being younger than twenty-one? Her two friends sniggered. She shot them a glare. Opening her coat wider, she placed a hand on her hip and stared at the man in front of her.

“Are you trying to tell me that I don’t look old enough to be here?” she asked.

“Last time I checked, Veronica’s little sister was not allowed inside this club. You’re too young, sweetheart.
When I started working for the club I was ordered not to let you inside.”

“Not too young to stare at
, though.” She snapped at the man feeling really annoyed at her sister’s protectiveness.

“What can I say? I like looking at beautiful women
, and you’re a beautiful woman, Prudence.” Anya and Tonya were giggling as they made their way inside the club.

“I’m going to have to get this checked by the big man himself,” the guy said.

She growled. “You do know it has been five years since my sister quit this place?”

“So? You can never be too careful, especially with all the press lurking about trying to get inside.” A scowl replaced the easy smile on his face. She wondered how bad things had gotten. The press release about this place being a BDSM club was leaked months ago. Why were so many people desperate for a piece of this place and that other club, Possession?

“Do I need to wait outside?” she asked. The cold nights were back with vengeance. She didn’t mind the cold so long as she wasn’t outside feeling the worst of it.

“No, you can wait at the bar while I go and check out some ID.”

“Don’t you need my ID?” she asked.

“Nope, I’ve got my orders, Prue.”

He took her by the elbow leading her through to the bar. From what she saw passing through the club looked like any ordinary club.
It had a long bar with booths or tables dotted around. The colouring was dark with plenty of spot and head lights around. The dance floor was heaving with sweaty bodies. She stared longingly. Prue loved to dance. The guy placed her on her seat. She sat down feeling like a told-off schoolgirl rather than the twenty-three year old woman she actually was.

“This is ridiculous,” she said.

“Sorry, babe, rules are rules.”

He signalled the bar tender. “She is Ver
onica’s little sister. Make sure she doesn’t have anything alcoholic.”

“I’m over twenty-one.”

“Sure thing, Leo. Be careful, James is not in the best mood tonight.”

She heard Leo groan then leave. “That guy is named Leo?” she asked.

The barman nodded.

“After the painter?”

The barman nodded once again.

“Do you have a name?” she asked.

“Jermaine, miss. I’ll get you some water.”

Prue knew it was useless to even try
to argue with the man. She spun round on her seat and watched the dancing couples. The heat radiating around the club was becoming uncomfortable. She stood up and removed her full length coat. Sitting back down in her chair, she watched Jermaine approach.  He looked her over and stopped. Her face might be young like she thought before, her body however, was all woman in all the right places. She wasn’t model thin or massively overweight. At least to herself she wasn’t overweight. Her body shape had always been on the bigger side. Her hips were always larger, and her breasts were the same. She did have a small waist, compared to the rest of her. Her thighs were large as well. Veronica had been the thin girl in the family with the golden hair and kind eyes, while she’d been on the chunkier side. When she stood next to her slimmer older sister she thought she looked like an elephant. It was when she was around her family when she felt she didn’t like herself. She loved her body and had learned to accept her curves, with the help of a professor while she was at college. She would never tell anyone about that part of her life. Jermaine handed her over her drink. She thanked him then continued to stare at the sea of bodies.

“Are you really Veronica’s little sister?” Jermaine asked.

“Did you know my sister?”

“Yes, she was a heck of a good barmaid and one
hell of a waitress when she needed to be. Leo has only been with us a year. James makes sure everyone knows you’re not allowed inside. It was one of his rules when Veronica left.”

That was Veronica all over. Her elder sister would excel at everything.

“Yeah, I’m her younger sister.”

Someone whistled from the bar to gain his attention. Prue watched him walk away. She picked up her water and sipped out of the straw he’d given her.

Running her fingers through her hair, she stared at the dance floor. She kept playing with her hair. She’d gotten it coloured the other day, and she didn’t know if she liked it. While she’d been at the stylist, she’d asked them to dye her hair black and red. They’d dyed the top part black, and then underneath there were flashes of red.

“Have you been let out to play with the grown-ups?” Anya asked, taking a seat next to her.

“You could have waited for me,” she said.

“Where would the fun have been? That guy on the door looked hot, Prue. You have to admit he was worth a bit of your time,”
Becky said, sitting on her other side. Prue kept looking at the dancing couples. She so wanted to be with them.

“I’ve been told to stay here until he gets my clearance or something. I think Veronica put some sort of protection order against me at this place.”

Becky snorted. “Miss goody-too-shoes is always spoiling your fun.”

“She means well by it. Veronica doesn’t want to see me get hurt.”

“Or have a life. She is a control freak, Prue.  She’ll try to stop you having your fun, so that she can have her own fun. I don’t like it, and neither should you,” Anya said.

“Please, don’t talk about her. She’s still my sister. Why don’t you guys go and have some fun
? I’m going to wait to be given permission.”

Prue looked at the dance floor longing to be in with the crowd.

“Is your jailer here to stop you?” Becky asked.

She looked behind her to see Leo hadn’t returned
, and Jermaine being flirted with by a brunette at the other side of the bar. Prue glanced from the dance floor to the barman and back again.

Screw it.

She wanted to have some fun, and if breaking the rules was the only way she was going to get it, then that is exactly what she was going to do.

In a quick move, she left her jacket and water at the bar then ran to the dance floor getting lost in the crowd of bodies.
Becky and Anya laughed along with her. The music thumped against the walls and inside her body. The tune took her over. She raised her hands above her head and began swaying her hips to the beat. In no time at all a couple of guys had surrounded them. Prue resisted the urge to push them away. Her friends were looking for some action while she was only hoping to gain James’s attention and give him that letter. She wondered what her sister had to say to James that was so important she couldn’t wait to see him herself.

Pushing all thoughts of her sister and James out of her mind, she stopped the wandering hands on her hips, closed her eyes
, and danced.

****

James Castleden stared at the man inside his office, Dane. He was supposed to be at Possession, but Stephen didn’t want him at the club. The convicted criminal made a lot of the clients uneasy. Getting this man back from the United Kingdom and in their custody had been a bloody headache. Dane had killed some people in the short time that he had served Dominic Green.

“Where were you this afternoon?” James asked.

“Out.”

“You’re not supposed to go fucking out! Not without someone with you. If the cops find out about you just wandering the streets then it falls down on our head.”

“I agreed to this shit to be in Possession. I’m not into this spanking shit or tying people up. I’ve seen enough to last me a life time. I want to go back to Possession or the deal is off,” Dane said.

“Do you think it is that easy? Do you have any idea what Stephen, Cadeon, and I went through to get you out of jail? You’re a murderer and a pimp—”

Dane slammed his fist down on the table.
He stood up leaning over the desk, and his huge body made the large desk seem small in comparison.

“I may be here because of you
, and don’t try to insult me. I was never a pimp. Don’t even put that fucking tag on my card. Yes, I killed people. I was doing my job to stay alive. Now, either send me back to Possession or back to the UK because I don’t have to deal with your American shit if I don’t want to.”

James wasn’t scared.
Dane may have killed people, but there was a skill in his own body. At forty-six he still continued to train. Being a wealthy businessman and a Dom didn’t mean he could sit on his ass all day twiddling his thumbs. He ran his club and his businesses with both hands. There was no slowing down in his life, and that is exactly what he wanted.

“I can’t let you go back yet. Stephen doesn’t like you scaring the clients.”

“Then he better pick stronger clients. I agreed to be at Possession, nothing else.”

“Do you really know anything about Dominic and his businesses?” James was starting to wonder if they should just send him back and hope for the fucking best.

“I know a lot more than you think. The policemen handling my case are being given information.”

“They’re FBI agents.”

“Whatever.”

A knock at his door stopped
James in his tracks. He glared at Dane, who glared right back. “Come in.”

Leo, their doorman
, peeked his head around the corner. “Is this a bad time?”

“No.” James didn’t want anyone to know about Dane. He was to be their secret. Only the closest members of both
clubs knew about him.

“Veronica’s little sister is at the bar. Am I allowed to let her in?” Leo asked.

James closed his eyes pinching the bridge of his nose. Could his day or night get any worse? Veronica’s name no longer left a hollow feeling inside his chest. Instead, he was left feeling like he owed her something for not being truthful about who he was. It was that guilt that made him show her picture to every doorman who worked for him. Leo had been with him for a year and James felt like he could trust the other man. “What is she doing here?” he asked.

“She came with some friends. Her friends are regular visitors to the main bar. They do try to get past to the main part of Ravage
, we’ve been able to stop them so far.”

James
watched as Dane eased back in his chair, smiling.

“Veronica didn’t want her sister at the club. Tell her to go.” James recalled the younger sister. She’d been a real treat even at eighteen. Prudence
. The name echoed around his mind making him smile. She’d been the only member of her family that made him feel like he fit in.

“That’s easier said than done. She doesn’t look like the type of woman to take no for an answer.”

He let out a frustrated sigh. When had he become a babysitter?

First, an ex-convict or convict and now an ex’s little sister had joined the club.