Prue's Promises [Submissive Sirens 3] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Charlotte Smith

  Mr. Gorgeous looked at her sternly, his coldness causing another trickle of her juice to slide down her leg. “Do you understand?”

  Prue unglued her lips for a mere moment. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered before pressing her lips together again.

  “Good girl.” Prue felt the vibration of his words more than she heard them. His eyes had already dropped once more to her creaming cunt, and he murmured his approval as he buried his mouth in her pussy. This time he didn’t lick tentatively at her. No, he treated her to a tongue lashing she wouldn’t likely forget anytime in the next hundred years or so.

  Prue threw her head back, banging it against the side of the house where he’d pinned her. She kept her lips pressed in a line, forcing back the cries and moans trying to make their way out of her throat. She breathed long and deep through her nose, fireworks dancing behind her eyes as Mr. Gorgeous tongue-fucked his way into her spasming pussy, licking all the way around the slippery opening before driving his tongue up inside her. He danced his magical tongue over the tender walls of her sheath, thrusting and withdrawing in a blatant imitation of what he’d do to her if they had the opportunity to fuck tonight.

  Prue saw stars as he withdrew his wicked tongue and replaced it with a thick finger, spearing her on the big digit as he licked his way to where she was sure her overexcited clit peeked out of its protective hood. The little nubbin had no doubt poked its head out of its sheath to see what was causing all the commotion, and Prue waited, holding her breath as he licked ever nearer the bundle of nerves. One lick, and Prue knew she’d be a goner.

  Unfortunately, the Dom on his knees in front of her seemed to know it as well. Prue nearly cried out as his mouth left her and his finger stilled inside her, remembering only at the last moment that she wasn’t allowed to make a sound. Taking his tongue lashing on a porch that anyone could walk onto was the sexiest thing Prue had ever done, but the enforced silence cranked her arousal to a level that was almost painful. The only sounds she’d been able to hear were their combined labored breathing and the slurping, slippery sounds he’d made as he feasted on her cunt. She’d never been more aware of the lusty wetness of oral sex, and her mouth watered as she pictured returning the favor.

  Right now, however, she had a one-track mind, and that track was focused solely and exclusively on doing whatever it took to make the delightful torment continue. Prue looked down at Mr. Gorgeous through eyes that positively watered with lust, and she cast her imploring gaze on him. She actually thought she might cry if he left her like this.

  Mr. Gorgeous looked up at her, his eyes like slits of blue ice. “Prue, I don’t recall giving you permission to come, and you were getting awfully close.”

  Prue froze. Shit. How the fuck am I supposed to stop myself? She looked down at him, uncertain if he required a response from her or not. She could feel her needy pussy clenching on the finger that still invaded her, and she forced herself to be as still as possible.

  Mr. Gorgeous didn’t break eye contact with her as his tongue came out and swiped once across her clit, making Prue clutch his shoulders until her knuckles turned white. “Don’t come.”

  Prue felt the breath whoosh from her lungs as he repeated the caress, pumping another big finger into her pussy and stretching it delightfully around his big digits. With his other hand he caught Prue’s leg under the knee, raising it high so that her foot rested on the railing that ran around the porch. In this new position she was open to him completely, and he didn’t hesitate to take advantage as his diabolical tongue slid through her swollen folds, licking her from anus to clit.

  Prue jerked. One more lick like that combined with the steady pump of his fingers in her cunt and she’d defy him to stop her from going off like the Fourth of July. Her hips rocked in counterpoint to his thrusts, and she imagined the heaven of taking his thick erection into her pussy instead of his fingers.

  “Look at me.” The words were muffled, spoken directly into the liquid heat of her cunt as Mr. Gorgeous didn’t bother to withdraw his face before speaking.

  Prue’s eyes locked with his as the command registered, and she had to work not to come as she took in the raw lust in his gaze. He tongued her deliberately, forcing her to watch as he worked his magical mouth around her pussy, latching onto her clit and giving it a tug between his firm lips. Prue’s mouth fell open in a soundless moan. She gritted her teeth in the next instant as she felt his wicked fingers withdraw from her pussy and move lower, circling the entrance to her ass. Creamy with her own lubrication, it was nothing for those wicked fingers to press themselves up past the clenching ring of Prue’s anus, adding another layer to the moment that had her opening her legs further in a shameless plea for more.

  Mr. Gorgeous obliged. Fucking his sticky fingers straight into her rectum, he reared up and stood between Prue’s spread legs. He added his other hand to the tornado of pleasure he was creating, spearing two big fingers into her pussy and using his thumb to manipulate her clit. The press and grind of his fingers against the thin wall separating her pussy from her ass had Prue pumping her hips frantically against him, and she bit down hard on a mouthful of his shirt. He bent slightly, nudging her forehead with his nose so she looked up into his face.

  “Come.”

  Prue heard the whisper, and she detonated on cue, right as he lowered his mouth to hers and slid his tongue between her lips. She tasted herself on him and let go, the pure eroticism of the moment sweeping her into a sonic orgasm that rocketed from her pussy and ass all the way down to her toes. She sucked his tongue as she came, pressing her breasts against his rib cage and rocking her hips frantically against his pillaging fingers as her body sucked every last drop of pleasure from him.

  Prue drew a shuddering breath. She’d never come so hard in her life, and they hadn’t even had sex. Mr. Gorgeous withdrew his fingers from her tender holes, and Prue could feel her body sucking greedily at his digits. Apparently the man made her insatiable. She turned her face up to his, and he leaned his forehead against hers. As her own breathing slowed and her heart rate returned to something close to normal, Prue became aware of the pounding of Mr. Gorgeous’s heart, the way his breaths whistled in and out between his clenched teeth. She felt instantly sorry when she realized that while she’d had the orgasm of a lifetime, he was still in an agony of unfulfilled lust.

  Without a second thought, Prue dropped to her knees in front of him, quickly unbuttoning his pants and easing the tab of his zipper down past the press of his erection. She murmured softly in pleasure as she took his cock out of his pants. Long and thick, Prue felt her pussy drool as she imagined mounting that beast and riding it into another mind-blowing climax. For now though, the angry red head and large drop of pre-cum demanded more immediate attention. Prue paused a moment as she took in the monster in front of her, noticing something that aroused her even more. Mr. Gorgeous was uncut. She’d never been with a man who wasn’t cut, and she slid his foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock a couple of times.

  Mr. Gorgeous sucked in a surprised breath, and Prue hurried to get his cock in her mouth before the big Dom could tell her not to. As much as he might want to stay in charge, she wasn’t about to leave the man wanting.

  Cupping a gentle hand under his heavy balls and rolling them together, Prue stroked a hand up and down his thick shaft as she stretched her mouth around the rounded knob, sucking gently as she whirled her tongue and gathered the musky pre-cum.

  Aware that Mr. Gorgeous’s breathing had become harsher and choppier, Prue wasn’t surprised when she felt a big hand on the back of her head. She froze though as the coldness of his tone registered.

  “I don’t recall requesting a blow job, Prue.”

  Prue raised her stricken eyes to his. She thought she could take the liberty with him. She thought she’d pleased him enough that he’d let her suck his cock. Now she wasn’t so sure.

  “Please, Sir, may I give you a blow job?” Prue bit her lip, holding her breath as she awaited his
answer.

  “You ask so nicely. Tell me, where did you learn such pretty manners?” Mr. Gorgeous punctuated his words with a slow caress of Prue’s scalp, his big fingers digging into her hair and pulling it lightly.

  Prue swallowed. “I’m a sub, Sir. I haven’t been trained in depth, but I know the basics.”

  Mr. Gorgeous’s eyes went flinty. “Your training is lacking, sub. Any submissive who unzips a Dom’s pants without his express permission is begging for punishment. Do you want to be punished?”

  Prue had no idea how to answer that one. The idea of punishment at this man’s hands was delicious to imagine, but she was too wrapped up in feeling crummy that he was disappointed with her.

  “No, Sir.”

  Mr. Gorgeous caressed Prue’s scalp again, and she practically melted when he spoke next.

  “If you had waited, little sub, I would have ordered you to your knees to return the favor. Remember who gives the orders here.”

  Prue looked up at him. “If it pleases you, Sir, may I suck you off?” She folded her hands in front of her, adopting a submissive pose she hoped pleased him. She was gratified when she heard him chuckle.

  “Honey, if we had the time, I’d show you exactly how I like my cock sucked. But right now your submission is so sweet, I need you to relax and take it. Hands behind your back.”

  He matched actions to words, winding his big hands into Prue’s hair and securing her head so that it stayed immobile. Prue instinctively let him guide her, opening her mouth and softening her lips and tongue as she hovered just over the head of his thick dick.

  The first thrust nearly made her gag. He was so thick she almost panicked, but she relaxed as he disengaged one of his hands long enough to stroke her cheek.

  “Easy, sweetheart. Just relax your mouth and let me fuck you.”

  Prue did as she was told. She relaxed her jaw and cheeks, allowing her tongue to rest pressed lightly to the underside of his dick. This time when he thrust forward, she was ready. The thrust carried him almost to the back of her throat, and Prue was gratified as she peeked up at him and saw that he was looking down at her with a decadent look on his chiseled face. He thrust forward again, this time a little harder, carrying him a little deeper. He established a rhythm until he was pistoning in and out of Prue’s mouth, the deep thrusts never lasting long enough for her to gag on his thick length. All the while Prue watched him through her lashes, loving the line of his jaw as he clenched it against the impending wave of his climax.

  “Sweetheart, I’m going to come. I want you to swallow, but you don’t have to. If you don’t want to, move now.”

  Rather than shying away from the prospect of having her mouth filled with his ejaculate, Prue felt her pussy spasm. She liked it dirty where he was concerned. She hollowed her cheeks, feeling his foreskin move with her lips, sucking him as he thrust once, twice more to the back of her throat, and then she did what instinct told her to do. She swallowed on him just as his cock met the back of her throat in a liquid kiss, and she felt the vibration from the base of his cock as the cum came boiling out of his balls and filled her mouth. She swallowed frantically as he eased his cock over her tongue, laving him with little licks as he pulled out.

  Prue waited on her knees, delicately wiping the corners of her mouth as Mr. Gorgeous tucked himself back into his pants. Prue was gratified to see a fine tremble in his legs. If his orgasm had been half as strong as hers, she’d be patting herself on the back for the next several years.

  Their eyes met as they finished tidying up. Prue smiled shyly up at him. This was a little out of her range of experience, and she didn’t have a sweet clue as to the protocol involved in a situation like this.

  Lazily satiated, Mr. Gorgeous smiled down at her with his blue eyes slumberous. He tugged her up, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, and Prue was happy to stay folded in his embrace.

  “Thank you, sweetheart.” The words were murmured against the top of her head, and Prue found herself wishing she’d been able to submit further to him.

  “Thank you, Sir.” Prue returned his thanks, wondering if he’d find it impertinent of her to ask if she could see him again. She bit her lip. She really wanted to see him again.

  Before Prue could muster her nerve, the sound of the taxi’s car horn shattered the quiet night with a couple of blasts, making Prue jump. To her horror, Mr. Gorgeous sighed and backed away from her.

  “Good night, Prue.”

  And with that, he was gone. Prue watched him from the shadows of the porch until the taxi sped off, her inner thighs still sticky with the orgasm he’d wrung from her, and she had a real moment of regret that she wouldn’t see him again.

  Prue smiled wickedly in the next moment. Even though she’d love to continue what they’d started, she’d take what she could get right now. And right now she had a hell of a story for the girls. That thought in mind, she promised not to waste a single moment mooning over Mr. Gorgeous, and she walked confidently to the door.

  She threw it open, calling out, “Hey, honey, I’m home,” before being greeted by footsteps running toward her and shrieks as her friends prepared to grill her. Prue grinned as she faced her friends. She felt like the cat that got the cream.

  Chapter 4

  Cyrus King sighed as he laced the front of his leathers, going through the motions automatically. He knotted the leather laces, making sure they were tight enough so that he wouldn’t have a wardrobe malfunction. Now that would be embarrassing. He grabbed his whip, looping and cinching it around his waist.

  Cyrus turned his attention to his hair next. He tugged it back into its usual queue, smoothing it away from his face before securing it with an elastic. The action brought a memory to mind, and even though it was unbidden, Cyrus’s greedy brain latched onto it, reliving it for the umpteenth time.

  He pictured the lovely woman’s hips first, the way they’d swayed and popped as she danced. His cock had swelled just watching her from the sidelines, and he’d nearly come in his pants like a teenager when they’d danced together.

  Prudence. What a silly name for a woman like that. It made her sound stuffy and boring, not at all like the little sexpot who’d come all over his face and then sucked him off on a front porch.

  Cyrus shifted uncomfortably. Perhaps he’d laced his leathers too tight. Like always, the simple memory of Prue’s wet mouth and wetter pussy made him hard as a rock in about half a second.

  Cyrus shook his head to clear it. He looked grimly at his reflection in the mirror filling a whole wall in the dressing room he occupied, squashing the regret that he hadn’t asked for her phone number, e-mail address, or even her last name. He cast a critical eye over his torso, making sure it was oiled evenly. He looked at himself through jaded eyes, knowing that oral sex was as close as he’d get to a sweet stranger like Prue.

  Cyrus came out of his reverie as a knock sounded on the dressing room door. He didn’t bother glancing over at the door as he shrugged into a muscle shirt first, then his hoodie.

  “Cy, they’re ready for you.” The muffled call came from the hallway outside the room. Cyrus was clear about not wanting to be disturbed before a show.

  He took a last look at himself. His reflection mocked him. He stared at himself, knowing it was for the best that he hadn’t tried to find a way to contact Prue. After all, what could he have offered her?

  * * * *

  Prue tried hard not to let her eyes bug out of her head as she got her first look at Cuero. A massive Spanish revival building on the outskirts of a small town, the place looked more like a grand estate from the time of Santana than a sex club.

  The white walls of the exterior were perfectly suited to the landscape, with cacti flanking the building. An inner courtyard revealed a hedonistic space that Prue was dying to explore, with fountains, furniture, and aromatic gardens of lavender and rosemary that perfumed the air. Bees buzzed lazily from flower to flower, and Prue could see several alcoves peeking out from behind
curtains of fragrant jasmine.

  She’d stopped drooling over the space long enough to approach the heavy front door, pressing the button of the doorbell and turning to take in the lovely sights and smells once more.

  Reluctantly, Prue turned her attention back to the doorway as it swung slowly inward, revealing a tall Hispanic man wearing linen trousers and a crew necked T-shirt. His eyes warmed as he took in Prue’s figure.

  “How may I help you, Señorita?”

  Prue tried not to stare at the man. He really was incredibly handsome. “Hi. My name is Prue Carter. I’m the…uh…” Prue didn’t really know what to say. Dance instructor? Floor show? Sub-in-training?

  The man’s eyes warmed further as his handsome face split in a wide grin. “Ah yes, you’re the young lady who’s going to be teaching our subbies how to shake their booties, no?”

  Prue laughed. “Something like that, yes.”

  The man frowned. “You weren’t expected until tomorrow, Miss Carter. I was going to pick you up myself from the airport in Santa Fe.”

  Prue blushed. “I know, but I decided to come early. I wasn’t teaching any dance classes today in Boston, and I figured I could use an extra day to adjust to the time difference once I arrived.” She smiled winningly at the man. “My booty doesn’t shake well if it’s sleepy.”

  The man laughed, a happy sound that had Prue grinning back at him. “Well then, how can I fault you? My name is Cruz. Let me take your things and I’ll introduce you to Lulu, our front of house.”

  Prue tried not to ogle the man as he reached for her suitcases. If half the men at this place were as good looking as Cruz, Prue thought she might have it made. She just hoped he wasn’t involved with the human trafficking rumored to happen here.

  “Please, follow me.” And with that, Cruz led her into Cuero, closing the heavy door behind her and leading her deeper into the building.

  Cruz led Prue through a series of seemingly endless hallways before they reached her room. On the way they passed such a perfect combination of modern art and glasswork balanced with the original structure that Prue found herself utterly charmed. She looked around, hoping that the rumors of human trafficking were just that, rumors.