He gripped my chin, tilting my head up to look up at him. “I’m the one person in this entire fucking world that you do not have to be afraid of, little one. I’m collaring you. That means I take care of you,” he smirked, “and you get rewarded if you’re a good girl.” My breath hitched in my throat at his words. Rewarded. He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip before he dropped his hand and grabbed his blazer. He put the blazer around my shoulders, and I slid my arms through the sleeves, his blazer swallowing me. He tightened it around me and used his tie to close his blazer around my small body, hiding my body from the rest of the world.
It was a very possessive move.
Without any warning, he lifted me up into his arms, making me squeak in shock. “Close your eyes, little one. I promise you don’t want to see what my men are cleaning up.”
I obediently closed my eyes, linking my arms around his neck, burying my face against the curve of his shoulder. His arms flexed around me as he began to walk. “Gemma!” he called after a moment of him walking. I kept my eyes shut. “She’s no longer yours,” he told her. “She’ll be with me.”
“Y-yes, sir,” she stuttered out. James began walking again, and I gently swayed in his arms in time with his steps.
“Sir, your car is waiting out front,” a man spoke. “Two guards are waiting to drive behind your car.”
I felt James nod once as he continued moving. “Keep your eyes closed, little one,” he ordered as he began ascending the stairs to the upper level. “We’re almost outside.”
I shivered when the cool, night air blew over my skin, and a moment later, a car door was opened, and I was settled into the passenger seat. James rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip. “You can open your eyes, little one,” he told me.
I slowly slid them open, locking them on his. He smiled at me, stealing the breath right from my lungs. “You’re such a good girl,” he praised. My core clenched.
He shut the car door and spoke to the man that had been standing behind him for a moment before he strode around to the driver’s side and slid in. His hand gripped my thigh as he smoothly pulled onto the road. I licked my suddenly dry lips, suddenly feeling the urge for him to slide his hand higher, to bring me to more of those blissful orgasms.
“Have you eaten?” he asked.
“Breakfast early this morning, sir,” I told him.
He glanced over at me. “Unless we’re in the bedroom or in my playroom, don’t call me sir. My name is James, and you’re the only person allowed to call me that, clear?”
“Yes,” I quickly answered, my cheeks burning in shame. I’d already fucked up.
He looked back at the road. “As for food, sorry, little one, but it has to be fast food. I have a meeting to get to that I’m already late for. Is a burger and fries okay?”
I nodded my head. I hadn’t had fast food in years. “Yes,” I answered, now more excited than ever to eat food.
He smirked at me. “When’s the last time you had an unhealthy meal, little one?”
I blushed. “It’s been a while,” I admitted.
He shook his head. “That’s going to change.” He squeezed my thigh before focusing his attention fully back onto the road as we merged into midday traffic.