When she’d reached the edge of the stage Cyrus stooped down and scooped her up without letting go of his whip, carrying her toward the ropes hanging from the ceiling on the main stage.
“Okay, sweetheart?” Cyrus had to bend close to her ear to whisper the words, and the little sub looked up at him with a combination of trust and nervousness.
“Yes, Sir.”
Good. Cyrus always checked with the women he carried up on stage, knowing exhibitionism wasn’t for everyone. He made fast work of her clothes, thanking his good luck that the woman wore only a sundress and thong. He turned her around and quickly looped the woman’s hands and feet in the ropes, leaving her dangling spread-eagle, facing away from the crowd. He knew that for some women modesty was still a concern in this kind of situation, and he’d never tie a woman facing the crowd unless she’d specifically asked for it.
“Your safeword is ‘pink,’ dear.” Cyrus would never perform this kind of act without giving the woman a way of stopping him if things were too intense. “Use it and I’ll stop everything I’m doing right away.”
“Thank you, Sir.” The sub swallowed audibly, and Cyrus could see her tense.
Brave little sub.
Cyrus stepped back, turning once more toward the audience. His earlier playfulness, which he was willing to admit was only playful on him, had vanished. He felt his eyes grow cold as he looked at the crowd, and he felt the familiar surge of comfort run through him. This was who he was. He had the thought at the same moment as his eyes tracked once more to where Prue stood, and he had a brief moment of uncertainty as he found himself hoping she wasn’t jealous of the sub he’d chosen. He squashed the thought. Where the hell did that come from?
Cyrus turned to face the sub once the crowd was silent. He commanded respect from everyone in the room, and he wasn’t shy about insisting on it. He looked at the little sub before him, tense and waiting for what he was going to do to her. Cyrus was gratified to see that her inner thighs were coated in a sheen of moisture, and he didn’t wait any longer.
He cracked the whip with an impressive sound that had the women in the room gasping, but he made sure the tip of the whip licked over the sub’s bottom in a sweet caress that only carried a little heat. He needed to learn what she liked, and until he figured out if she was a bit of a pain slut, he needed to keep his lashes light and teasing. He saw her head sag and her body relax, and he knew he’d chosen well. Cyrus kept the same pressure as he delivered lash after lash, causing lovely pink lines to form on the sub’s skin each time the whip fell.
By the time he was done, the sub was moaning softly and clutching the ropes binding her hands, and Cyrus was honored that his flogging had caused a wave of juice to gush from her pussy and coat the tops of her thighs. He rewarded the sub with a slightly harder lash, and she cried out. Cyrus watched with rapt attention as a drip of her own moisture actually ran down the woman’s leg.
Unbelievably, he found he wasn’t terribly interested in the woman bound in front of him beyond professional care. He wanted to make sure she enjoyed the experience, but he found himself wanting to sneak glances at Prue to see what she was doing, what the look in her lovely eyes told him she thought of his technique. If he turned and looked at her, would she be looking back with the same slack-jawed lust filling her eyes the night they’d shared on her porch? Would her eyes be glassy with arousal? If he slid a finger into her tight little pussy, would it clench him greedily in her wet depths? Or perhaps she’d be looking at him with censure. More than anything, Cyrus wanted it to be Prue up here on the stage with him. The thought scared the hell out of him.
Dragging his mind back to the present, Cyrus chastised himself. He needed to forget about Prue and focus on the sub in front of him. To that end, Cyrus began the series of moves that led to the grand finale of his act. He changed his technique slightly, using the whip as an extension of his arm to both pleasure and pain the small sub bound in the ropes. He struck a little harder against her bottom, making the sub squirm before he angled his arm differently and delivered a flick of his whip to the shadowed flesh between the sub’s legs, flogging her on her wet pussy. The sub screamed, the sound echoed by many of the women in the room.
Cyrus continued the alternation of flogging the sub’s ass and pussy, changing the weight of the lashes that fell on her and making her babble in delight as she begged for release. He kept her off balance, never warning her where or how hard the next lash would fall, and he finished the act by delivering a series of uninterrupted lashes to the woman’s dripping cunt. With the last lash, a hard one, the woman erupted. She convulsed as she orgasmed, screaming at the ceiling and writhing on the ropes, making a delicious spectacle for everyone watching.
She sagged as her orgasm released her, and Cyrus was quick to untie her from the ropes that held her suspended. He scooped her limp form into his arms, jerking his head at the side of the stage where Alejandro stood. The women in the audience turned away from the stage, chatting animatedly with one another. Clearly it had been a good show. The huge Dom walked up onto the stage, visibly surprised when Cyrus handed him the replete sub.
“Sea bueno con ella.” Be good to her.
Alejandro’s eyebrows were raised in surprise as he took in Cyrus’s meaning. “You’re not going to take care of her?”
Cyrus shook his head, smiling coldly. “I have something else to take care of.”
Alejandro gingerly took the sub from Cyrus. “I have a sub, you know.”
Cyrus pinned him with a glare. “Then give this one a vibrator and set her up with the Dom she’ll be working with this week.”
Alejandro nodded, his eyes concerned. “Of course, boss. Anything else I can do?”
Cyrus shook his head grimly. “No. Leave the rest to me.” He walked to where he’d tossed his muscle shirt and hoodie, gathering them up along with his whip. He stalked through one of the doors without a backward glance at the crowd, not stopping until he’d reached his dressing room. Slamming the door behind him he debated putting the hoodie on, or at the very least finding a T-shirt, but decided he needed all his armor, and in his case armor was made of leathers and skin. He grabbed his cellphone and dialed a familiar number.
“The woman standing next to you right now. Bring her to me in the green room.” Cyrus disconnected before Lulu could say a word. He tossed the phone down on a table. Time to deal with Prue.
* * * *
Prue couldn’t stop looking at the door through which Cyrus had vanished. She’d loved watching what he did with the sub onstage, almost as much as she’d enjoyed watching him dance. Damn but the man had some serious moves! She was confused though, because she was sure he’d recognized her just as she was sure he wasn’t happy to see her. At all. The glares he’d sent her way had practically frozen her in place, and she couldn’t figure out what it meant. Dread began to coil through her belly. What if he was married, and the night he’d spent with her had been cheating? What if he was a good-time guy and she’d been played? And worst of all, what if he was ashamed of her?
The litany of what-ifs played through her head with increasing speed, and Prue cut them off only when the ringing of Lulu’s phone brought her back to reality. Prue watched as Lulu grinned when she looked at her call display, but the petite woman’s grin faded quickly. Prue couldn’t make heads or tails of the conversation she was having.
“Hi! You were…what? But…” Lulu trailed off, finally shrugging and ending the call. Before Prue could ask if everything was okay, Lulu turned toward her.
“Um, Cyrus has requested to see you. Now.”
Prue felt the color drain from her face. This did not sound good, and the most horrific thought struck her as she stared at Lulu. What if Cyrus knew she was from Homeland Security?
Lulu took her by the hand. “Look, I know he’s scary, but once you get to know him he’s…well, he’s still scary, but he can also be really cool.”
Prue seriously debated tugging her hand out of Lulu’s grasp and r
etrieving her things from her room. In that moment she wanted nothing more than to be on a plane back to Boston.
As if sensing where her thoughts were going, Lulu’s grip tightened.
“Prue, I’m sure he just wants to talk to you about your dance classes or something.” Lulu’s inability to meet Prue’s eyes revealed the lie for what it was. “Come on. He hates to be kept waiting.”
Bemused, Prue giggled, the sound slightly hysterical. Lulu had a tenaciously strong grip for such a little person, and she practically dragged Prue through the dungeon to the door where Cyrus had entered and exited. Prue’s heart danced a nervous beat in her chest. She’d really wanted to see Mr. Gorgeous again, but this was something out of her wildest fantasies and worst nightmares all rolled up together. A gorgeous Dom who danced was a combo Prue had fantasized over for ages, but the knowledge that he was the owner of a club purported to be used in the trafficking of women in the sex trade made her feel slightly sick to her stomach.
As they walked through a long corridor, Prue took deep and even breaths as she tried to calm herself. She repeated over and over in her head that she could do this. She pulled her resolve around her like a blanket, vowing that she’d stay steady and cool even if he got to her.
Her last thought as Lulu knocked on a door was totally unwelcome. Prue found herself wondering if Cyrus still had his whip with him, and she was utterly dismayed that the thought made her pussy clench in longing.
Chapter 6
“Come in.” The muffled command sounded through the heavy door, and Lulu wasted no time in opening it before prodding Prue forward.
“Here she is, Sir,” Lulu called out, giving Prue’s hand an encouraging squeeze. “I’ll see you later, Prue.” The whisper sounded behind her, and before Prue could respond, the door swung shut.
Prue turned to face the room, taking in yet another space where modern comfort and decor blended seamlessly with the traditional building. She scanned the room before her eyes settled on Mr. Gorgeous. I guess I should start thinking of him as Cyrus. She swallowed as she took him in, resisting the urge to throw herself at him or to sink to her knees. Instead, she raised her chin another notch as she looked impassively back at him. He is not my Dom. I owe him nothing but common courtesy and basic respect. She repeated that to herself like a mantra as his icy blue eyes bored into hers, and she willed herself not to let her gaze slide away.
“How did you find me?”
The soft question caught Prue completely off guard, and she stared at Cyrus, not knowing how to respond.
Cyrus’s gaze grew even colder. “I’m waiting, Prue.”
Prue felt a flicker of annoyance. He thought she’d been trying to track him down? Of all the arrogant assumptions! “I haven’t been looking, Sir.” She put the tiniest emphasis on the title, making it sound a tad flippant. “I don’t know how you think I’d go about finding someone whose name I didn’t know.”
Cyrus looked slightly mollified. “You haven’t been looking for me?”
Prue couldn’t help it, she laughed. “It was an awesome night, but not so good that I’d spend two weeks chasing a ghost.” She giggled again as Cyrus began to look outraged. The man couldn’t seem to make up his mind. He clearly didn’t want her to have been trying to track him down, but he also seemed to think his performance warranted a search. A little voice in Prue’s head suggested that maybe he was right.
Cyrus took a deep breath. “Then what, may I ask, are you doing at my club?”
Prue smiled sweetly at him. “I’ll be spending the next six weeks teaching your subs how to dance.”
“What?” Cyrus gaped, and Prue mentally chalked up a point for herself. “You’re the dance instructor Callie’s been raving about?”
Prue blushed a little, letting her gaze slip down to the floor. She wasn’t used to compliments. “She took one of my classes in Boston.” Prue raised her eyes back up to meet Cyrus’s baby blue gaze. “I’m also registered for a course here for the next two weeks.”
* * * *
Cyrus felt like his eyes were going to pop right out of his head. Few people got the better of him, and this scrumptious slip of a woman was accomplishing it beautifully. And she’d only been here for five minutes.
“A course?” He knew he sounded stupid. He’d been reduced to monosyllabic answers, and he didn’t like it. He did, however, like that Prue seemed to be getting a little more nervous. The bravado she’d wrapped herself in was vanishing, and she was starting to look a little like a rabbit in a fox’s den. Damn but she makes a cute bunny.
“Yeah, I saw online that you were offering courses for subs for the next couple of weeks. I signed up.” Prue had started to twist her hands, and Cyrus was pleased to remember the gesture. She was definitely nervous, and it was delicious. He decided to press his advantage, now that he was feeling a little more in control of the moment.
“Which level did you sign up for, love?” The endearment caught her unawares, and before she could guard her expression, Cyrus was pleased to see a spark of pleasure come into her eyes before she schooled her features.
“Level two. I already know the basics…” Prue trailed off, blushing furiously.
“Ah yes,” Cyrus murmured, staring at her like she was a delicious morsel for him to sample, “I remember your command of the basics.”
Prue’s face flamed. She looked everywhere but at him, and Cyrus felt his cock lengthen and harden in the confining leathers. She was just as delectable as he remembered.
“Well, welcome, Prue. Have you been given a tour?”
Prue nodded, the pretty pink still staining her cheeks and running down into the neckline of her dress. Cyrus found himself wondering how far down that blush would extend, and he shifted subtly to try and relieve the ache in his balls.
“Lulu showed me around. Your dance studio is beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Cyrus swallowed, surprised at the pleasurable glow Prue’s compliment gave him. “I spend a lot of time in there, so it has to be somewhere I want to be.”
Prue looked right into his eyes, surprising him. “You’re a wonderful dancer. I loved watching you tonight.”
Cyrus smiled slightly at her. “Now you know where I get my moves.”
Prue grinned. “Not all of them. I didn’t know how well you handled a whip until tonight.”
Cyrus felt his eyes chill and heard the small hitch in Prue’s breath. “Indeed,” he drawled, “perhaps next time you’d like a hands-on demonstration?”
Prue couldn’t meet his gaze. “I don’t know that the Dom I’ve been paired with for my course would appreciate that.”
Cyrus was nonplussed. He’d overlooked that single subs were paired with Doms from the club, and that since Prue didn’t have a Dom of her own, she’d fall into that category.
“Do you know who you’ve been paired with yet?”
Prue shook her head. “I only arrived today, and I caught everyone off guard because I’m early. I wasn’t due until tomorrow.”
Cyrus felt his composure return as he let his eyes roam over Prue’s sweet curves. “I’ll have to look into it personally, make sure you’re paired with someone who can handle your needs.” Cyrus felt his cock swell to painful proportions as he remembered Prue’s needs, and he gritted his teeth against the idea of letting another Dom touch her. He was thinking of doing something he never did.
Prue smiled at him, a sweet curve of her full mouth that had his cock drooling to be kissed. “Thanks.” She frowned up at him suddenly. “Um, what do I call you?”
Cyrus stared her down until she dropped her gaze, unconsciously folding her hands in front of her. Cyrus wondered if she realized how submissive she really was. He straightened up, leisurely walking toward her before stopping right in front of her. To her credit she didn’t flinch back. She peeked up at him through her lashes before dropping her gaze once more, and he feasted his gaze on her loveliness. From his superior height, Cyrus had a perfect view of the way Prue’s cleavage dipped into
her dress, and his eyes followed the shadowed line between the sweet globes of her breasts. If she breathed in hard enough, he bet he’d be able to see from the top of her cleavage down to the floor, and his mouth watered as he thought about devouring her perky tits.
Not content to simply look at her neckline, Cyrus stalked in a circle around Prue, growling at her as she made as if to move away from him. She stilled immediately and he was gratified to see how quickly she submitted to his wants, even small ones like this. He didn’t touch her as he circled her, letting his eyes roam down the curve of her hip to the luscious ass that crowned her sinfully long legs. He pictured parting those lithe limbs and drilling his cock between the soft orbs of her ass, finding the dark rosebud nestled there and pounding himself into it. He was more than pleased with her legs. Muscled legs like hers would ensure she could take what he wanted to do to her. She’d be able to stand or kneel for as long as he wanted her to, taking his pleasure in whatever way he demanded.
Cyrus completed his perusal, unsurprised that his cock was hard enough to pound nails. He was pleased to see that her nipples had pebbled against the fabric of her dress, and he could smell the sweet muskiness of her pussy as her body responded to him. His mouth watered as he recalled the taste of her juicy cunt, and it was all he could do not to spread her legs and eat her pussy right there.
Instead, he reached forward and cupped his hand under her chin, bringing Prue’s befuddled gaze to his own sharp one. “We’ve been over this, love. You call me Sir.”
* * * *
Prue’s head was spinning by the time she got back to her room. Cyrus had showed her around the club in detail, his pride evident in the building and everything that went with it. She didn’t blame him in the slightest. It was the kind of place she dreamed about living close to, and the more she saw of the place, the more she liked it.
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