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

by Charlotte Smith

  “Careful, love. I’m being a gentleman, but if you rub that sweet ass into my lap once more, you’ll see what an animal I can be.”

  Prue stilled, but a wicked impulse almost had her wiggling a little more. Cyrus the animal sounded exciting.

  Cyrus killed the urge as he wrapped his arms around Prue, holding the contract out in front of both of them. “All right, pet, I think the best way for us to proceed is for you to read what’s already here. As Alejandro said earlier, some elements are standard, and everything I require has been added. It’s for you to tell me what works and what doesn’t for you, and when you’re ready, we’ll both sign.”

  Prue was already lost in the contract. She read the preamble carefully, wanting to know what she was getting herself into, when her eyes stumbled over a clause before backing up and reading it again.

  “This says six weeks. I thought Alejandro said two?”

  Cyrus stroked Prue’s shoulder, placing gentle bites there as he explained. “Well, the two-week clause is for the subs who are only here for the course. Since you’re going to be here for six weeks anyway, I see no reason not to extend until you’re finished teaching your dance class.”

  Prue shivered under his talented mouth. “Agreed.” Her voice was back to sounding breathless. She thought she’d hit the jackpot when Cyrus had claimed her as his sub, but now, knowing she had six whole weeks of his domination to look forward to, Prue felt like she’d died and gone to heaven.

  Cyrus switched his attentions to her other shoulder. “Keep reading, pet.”

  Prue swallowed and forced her attention back to the contract. She made it through clauses detailing punishment, bondage, and suspension play when Cyrus started nibbling the back of her neck, and she was a goner.

  * * * *

  Half an hour later, Prue thought she was going to go out of her mind with want. She’d been getting more and more aroused, sitting on Cyrus’s lap as she read over the extremely explicit details of what he’d be able to do to her over the coming weeks, not to mention the things she’d be expected to do for him. She’d gulped over a couple of the clauses, nervously excited about how dominant—and how dirty—Cyrus really was. They’d covered protocol and punishment, soft and hard limits, and Prue found herself equally frightened and intrigued by some of the things Cyrus expected.

  Not that she hadn’t had her own requirements to add. Her hard limits didn’t include much since she was beyond enthusiastic to try as much as she could with Cyrus, but some things just didn’t appeal to her. Fisting, for example, was number one on her list of thanks but no thanks. She felt the same way about breath play. She remembered the way she’d had to train for enemy interrogation when she’d been on Parris Island, and part of her training had been to learn to feel what it was like to not be able to breathe if someone choked her or dunked her in water. There was no way she’d be able to associate anything remotely similar with sexual pleasure, and she was glad it didn’t seem to be something Cyrus wanted to do with her. Humiliation also made her list of hard limits. As far as she was concerned, there would never be anything sexy about having her self-esteem broken.

  The soft limits she’d set out for them were things she was wary about trying, but would be willing to experiment with if Cyrus was there to guide her. She’d never thought she’d want to be flogged, but after seeing what Cyrus had done with the woman on stage her first night at Cuero, she was more than willing to admit she was game to try. Same deal for electrical play. Prue didn’t know exactly how she felt about a violet wand or a TENS-unit, never having experienced either of them, and the idea of jolts and shocks running through her made her very nervous. She figured it would have to be something she and Cyrus worked up to, and she wasn’t sure that six weeks would be enough time for her to develop such a profound level of trust.

  Prue returned to reality as she realized that she’d reached the end of the contract. She was very conscious of Cyrus’s actions since for the last while he’d been alternating licking her and blowing cool air on the places he’d licked, making goose bumps rise all over her neck and shoulders. She was equally aware of the thick erection twitching beneath her, and she felt the sensual web Cyrus had woven around her as her body responded instinctively to the man who would master her, use her for his pleasure and hers, and alternately punish and reward her.

  “I’m finished, Sir.” Prue’s voice was quiet. Now that she’d read the contract, she had a much better understanding of Cyrus the Dom, and she was more confident moving forward since she was coming to understand his requirements of her as his sub.

  Cyrus paused in the path he was licking from her shoulder to her ear. “Are you indeed, pet? Let’s finalize it then.”

  Prue took the pen he handed her, and without a moment’s hesitation, she signed the contract with a flourish. She had no second thoughts. She wanted this man, and wanted everything he was offering. She quickly initialed the changes and additions she’d made. “Done, Sir.”

  Cyrus took the pen without saying anything, signing his name beside hers and initialing where she had. He tossed the pen down on the ottoman, folding the contract carefully and placing it on a table beside them.

  “Find your position, pet.” The words were spoken coldly as Cyrus withdrew his arms and mouth from Prue’s body.

  Prue didn’t mind the coldness of his tone as she rose, knowing this was how he liked to play. Beyond that, she understood that this was just Cyrus himself, and that the coldness of his words often masked the heat of his lust. She walked a few steps forward and turned so that she faced him once more, dropping gracefully to her knees. She spread them, placing her hands palm up on each knee in a gesture of submission, indicating that she was open to her Dom. She dropped her head and looked at the floor, keeping her back ramrod straight. She bit her lip against the giggle that threatened, thinking it was ironic in the extreme that her dance background made this move effortless.

  She didn’t budge as she heard Cyrus rise from the chair and move toward her. He circled around her, occasionally tapping her with a blunt fingertip as he adjusted her form. He nudged her knees further apart and moved her hands so that they rested more gracefully on her legs, and he adjusted her feet so that they weren’t trapped uncomfortably beneath her.

  “Remember how this feels, pet. I expect you to look exactly like this each and every time you adopt this position.”

  Prue nodded but stayed silent, not looking up. Cyrus hadn’t given her permission to speak, and he hadn’t asked her a direct question.

  “One other thing, and for this you’ll need to look at me.”

  Prue looked up at Cyrus, not moving beyond lifting her chin.

  “I love your hair. When we play, I expect you to wear it down. I loved tangling my hands in it when I fucked your mouth, and I want to be able to use it to guide you or hold you still.”

  Prue waited, not sure where this was going. She was surprised when Cyrus moved to the dresser and opened the top drawer, drawing out a jaw clip.

  “When you’re in position your hair shields you from me. That’s unacceptable. I want to be able to see your luscious breasts, and I don’t want you to be able to hide behind your hair. When I order you into position I want you to clip your hair first. If we’re in public you’re to put it behind your ears and over your shoulders so it’s not in my way. Do you understand?”

  Prue looked back at Cyrus, flattered that he wanted to be able to see all of her. “Yes, Sir.” She reached out her hand for the jaw clip, surprised when Cyrus tossed it back into the drawer and closed it.

  “We’re moving on, pet. You’ll do it next time.”

  Prue nodded, dropping her hand back to her leg and allowing her gaze to find the floor once more.

  Cyrus walked over to her and tipped her chin up again, stroking her cheek with his big thumb. “Such a pretty sub I own. Let’s see what kinds of fun I can have with you tonight, pet. Get on the bed.”

  Chapter 10

  Cyrus had to work to keep hi
s libido locked down as Prue rose gracefully from the floor and made her way to his bed. He didn’t think he’d ever endured the kind of torture he’d put himself through as Prue had snuggled into his lap as she read the contract he’d given her, and his cock was ready to bust out of his pants on its own. All the little squirms she’d made had only aroused him further as she rubbed her sweet ass against his groin, and he’d been able to see exactly which parts of the contract excited her when she couldn’t help but wiggle a little in anticipation.

  Strangely enough, Cyrus found himself just as aroused as her. He didn’t usually contract with subs, preferring to take his pleasure with women he only kept for a night or two. That way he could focus all his attention on them, keep them in bed for hours, and fulfill their every fantasy as well as take his own pleasure with them without worrying about being responsible for them beyond the demands of the now. He hadn’t been interested in keeping a sub longer than a couple of days until he met Prue.

  No stranger to the delights of BDSM and the dirty, kinky things consenting adults could do together, Cyrus was surprised at how hot he burned for his new sub. The idea of doing the most basic of his skills with her had him horny beyond belief, and he chalked it up to the two weeks he’d spend fantasizing about her after she’d sucked his cock. And now I have six weeks to be balls-deep in any hole I want. Likely all of them.

  Cyrus licked his lips. He was greedy for his sweet sub, his new pet. She’d reached the bed now and had arranged herself daintily on the huge piece of furniture, lying on her back with her ankles primly crossed as she peeked over at him. Cyrus felt lust churn through his balls. She might know the basics of BDSM protocol, but she was still so goddamn innocent, and he felt his mouth water as he pictured stripping her innocence away from her. She’d look at him with surprise in those big eyes as he did nasty, filthy things to her, and he imagined her pink mouth rounding as she moaned with startled pleasure.

  He couldn’t wait any longer. With carefully controlled movements, Cyrus peeled his T-shirt over his head, taking with it the muscle shirt he wore underneath. He didn’t break their eye contact as he tossed the shirts in the general direction of his hamper, preferring instead to watch the emotions play across Prue’s face. Her eyes drank him in greedily, big as saucers as she took in his tattoos. Cyrus had a scrolling, twisting motif that curled over top of his left nipple and ran down to his hip, and as Prue’s wide-eyed gaze followed the twisting line he made a mental note to have her tongue trace the same path. There was something delicious about the idea of having Prue lick his tats.

  Cyrus watched, bemused, as Prue’s eyes left the first tattoo and moved on to the next. He had an intricate tattoo of cursive words along his collarbone, and he watched Prue’s eyes widen as she made sense of the letters and read what it said. If you’re going through hell, keep going. Cyrus was tempted to smile at her as she looked at him, startled, but he kept his face cold. He could tell she wanted to say something, but now wasn’t the time for that. She could continue looking at his tats later if she felt so inclined, but at the moment the lust churning through Cyrus’s balls demanded he get this party started. He undid his pants, stripping them efficiently down his legs along with his boxer briefs and tossing them to join his shirts. When he straightened, he turned back to the bed, his mouth watering as he thought about how best to enjoy the innocent beauty lying there.

  “I want to see pink, pet. Spread those legs and show me the pussy I own.”

  * * * *

  Prue was in way over her head. Looking at the masculine perfection of Cyrus’s naked body was something she could have done for ages, and she couldn’t believe how much of a turn on it was that he had tattoos. She could have stared at him indefinitely, but her Dom had other plans.

  As he voiced those plans, Prue gulped and did as she was told. She wanted to make Cyrus happy. She spread her legs, watching his gaze darken as he stared at the shadowed flesh, already wet for him. His gaze darkened further, and he looked back up at her face, and Prue hurried to spread her legs even wider. Cyrus nodded once in satisfaction, reaching unconsciously for his cock as he slid his hand up and down the shaft, pumping a couple of times.

  Wanting to please him more and thinking about his order for her to show him her pussy, Prue bent her legs at the knees, keeping them spread as far as she could. She drew her knees right back to her chest so that her pussy was on full display, wide open and pushed out toward her Dom. She reached down and delicately spread the lips of her labia with her fingers, giving Cyrus an unimpeded view of her rapidly moistening cunt.

  Cyrus grunted. “Yes, just like that. Stay spread for me like that, pet.”

  Prue was dying to touch herself, to slide a fingertip over her clit and down her juicy slit, but she knew she hadn’t been given permission. She stayed as immobile as possible, her clit pulsing as she awaited Cyrus’s next move.

  She watched as he stalked to the bed, crawling onto it on all fours like a predator. Prue gasped. That really turned her on, to think that he was a predator and she was his prey. Cyrus knelt right in front of her open pussy, and Prue knew she was blushing furiously as he simply stared at her. She was creaming like mad and knew he could see the glistening evidence of her arousal coating her pussy lips and probably her fingers. Cyrus bent his dark head, and Prue thought she’d go crazy, anticipating a reprise of the tongue lashing he’d given her on the porch in Honolulu, but she squeaked and jerked in surprise as Cyrus blew cool air down the length of her heated cunt.

  Prue bit her lip as she tried to stop the gasps and moans threatening to erupt.

  “No, pet, don’t bite your lip.” Cyrus had raised his head and was looking at her, his blue eyes icy. “All the sounds you make belong to me as well, and I want them. You have my permission to moan, scream, pant, and anything else you need to do to vent your passion.”

  Prue would have laughed if she’d had the breath. It was good he was giving her permission, because she didn’t think she’d be able to stop herself if she tried once they really got going.

  “I won’t tie you up tonight.” Cyrus was back to stroking his thick cock as he spoke, and Prue couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way he manipulated his foreskin, dragging it up and over the head of his cock only to push it back down again.

  “We will practice each of Alejandro’s skills, but until he teaches them to you, I won’t disrespect him by undermining his expertise.”

  Prue looked up at him, stricken. He didn’t mean to leave her like this, did he?

  Cyrus smiled briefly, a feral flash of teeth in his handsome face. “Not to worry, little sub, I don’t need to tie you up to dominate you.” Cyrus paused for a moment, reaching into a bedside drawer and withdrawing a foil packet. He tore it open and tossed it aside, rolling the condom down his thick dick.

  Prue breathed a sigh of relief. Her relief was short-lived, though, as Cyrus suddenly reared up over her body, looming over her. She gasped as he grasped one of her hands in each of his, hooking one of her legs over his shoulders in the same motion. He pinned her hands to the mattress on either side of her head, her legs held immobile as he spread them up and open and at the same time leveraged himself over her so his flushed cockhead brushed the swollen entrance to her blushing cunt.

  Prue couldn’t believe how quickly he’d incapacitated her. She couldn’t move if she wanted to, and he’d spread her entire body open beneath him. She had no defense against anything he wanted to do to her, and she moaned as the thought sent a lightning bolt of need to her pussy. For the first time in her life, Prue recognized how badly she wanted to be used. She wanted this man to pillage her body, force her to accept whatever he wanted to do, and she loved feeling helpless beneath him.

  “You remember your safeword, pet?” Cyrus grated the words out, and it took Prue a minute to clear the fog of lust from her head to comprehend what he was asking.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Let me hear you say it before we begin so I know you remember.”

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sp; “It’s arabesque, Sir.” Prue had chosen the ballet term knowing they’d both recognize it, and knowing she wouldn’t be thinking about ballet while they were playing together.

  “Good girl.” Prue felt more than heard Cyrus as he growled the words.

  Prue’s breath came in shallow pants as Cyrus drew out the moment, and she looked up at him beseechingly. He stared down at her as he held her immobile, looking wild and dangerous and positively scrumptious to Prue. She relaxed beneath him, content to let him do what he wanted to her, and she smiled up at him even though her poor pussy felt like it was going to implode with want. Her smile seemed to send Cyrus over the edge, and with no preamble he drilled the full length of his massive erection into Prue’s spasming pussy.

  Prue cried out. Cyrus’s possession of her was raw and powerful, and she could feel his thick dick dragging against her internal walls, lighting them up as he kept pushing further and further inside her. He was so thick and it had been so long since she’d had sex, the sensation of Cyrus stretching her from the inside out bordered on pain. Prue loved it. She loved the scream of her internal muscles as they fought to accommodate the huge intruder, and she felt her cream slipping from her cunt to bathe Cyrus’s cock.

  Prue writhed beneath Cyrus, the incremental movements she was able to make doing nothing to lessen the friction of Cyrus’s monster cock against the tender walls of her pussy. Held spread open the way she was, Prue couldn’t do anything to slow Cyrus’s possession of her, and she threw herself into the sensations bombarding her. She could feel her internal muscles spasming around the cock impaling her, trying to find relief from the enormous stretch, but each time her muscles fluttered, they simply squeezed Cyrus’s cock and sent a confusing mix of pain and pleasure rioting through Prue’s pussy.

  As Prue clenched unintentionally again and again on Cyrus’s cock, she was startled to realize that her body was building to orgasm. He wasn’t even moving inside her, but the pained pleasure she was getting each time her pussy milked his cock was spiraling her lust out of control.