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

by Charlotte Smith

  Knowing she wasn’t permitted to come without Cyrus’s express permission, Prue opened her eyes and looked up into his baby blues. “Sir, may I please come?”

  Cyrus couldn’t hide the surprise in his eyes as Prue looked at him, and she was too far gone to care that she must seem incredibly easy.

  “Yes, pet, you may come.”

  Prue closed her eyes in relief as Cyrus’s words registered, and she held herself perfectly still so she could enjoy the clenching of her cunt on Cyrus’s dick. He’d lodged himself balls-deep in her pussy, and she could feel the crispness of his neatly trimmed pubic hair where it pressed against her naked pussy. Her awareness focused on her pillaged flesh, wet and needy with her desire, and she moaned softly as tendrils of scorching heat blossomed through her soaked cunt. Her pussy quivered around the hard dick throbbing inside her, and Prue gasped as lights exploded behind her eyes. Cyrus’s cock pulsed inside her, and the small movements were enough to send her over the edge, gasping for air as her breath whooshed out of her lungs.

  Prue could tell that Cyrus had to work harder to keep her immobile, and the enforced stillness dragged the moment out even longer. Her pussy was clenching frantically against the iron-hard erection lodged halfway to her throat, and Prue could feel wave after wave of her juice pouring out of her to soak Cyrus’s balls. She kept coming, the knowledge that she couldn’t move, that there was nothing she could do to relieve the painful pleasure sending fiery tendrils of lust blasting out of her pussy to consume her whole body.

  Finally, as her gasps turned to soft pants and moans, Prue opened her eyes and looked up into the face of her Dom. She’d thought herself satiated and totally replete, but as she took in Cyrus’s glittering eyes and the clench of his jaw, she saw that beads of sweat stood out on his forehead and she felt her pussy clench anew. Knowing she was flushed from her orgasm, she blushed ever harder when she realized she’d come all over Cyrus’s cock and he hadn’t even moved inside her. She cast her eyes down, embarrassed that she must seem like some kind of sex-starved virgin, the way she’d reacted to his penetration. She doubted the women he was used to were so uncontrolled.

  “Look at me.” Cyrus’s voice was harsh, and Prue flinched, forcing herself to meet his icy eyes. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You and I are very well matched, pet.”

  Prue glowed at the compliment, her embarrassment forgotten. She looked shyly up at him. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Cyrus raised an eyebrow. “Thank you? For what, pet?”

  Prue smiled. “For the orgasm, Sir.”

  Cyrus’s eyes flashed. “The first of many. You didn’t think we were done, did you sub?”

  Prue felt her smile widen. “I’d hoped not, Sir. I want to please you as well.”

  Cyrus’s expression hardened. “You’re already pleasing me, pet.”

  As Prue drew breath to respond, her words turned into a long moan as Cyrus smoothly withdrew his cock from her pussy, leaving only the rounded head inside before slamming it back into her liquid depths. She felt the slap of his balls, sticky with her juices, against the place where the swollen pink of her pussy gave way to the shadowed crevice between her bottom cheeks. She felt the way her greedy pussy sucked at his cock, not wanting to release it, and she felt the strain of her muscles as her body arched involuntarily against Cyrus’s hold when she tried to ride the cock giving her so much pleasure.

  Cyrus laughed. “You’re so greedy, pet. I’ll have such fun training this pussy to accept the pleasure I give it. You don’t take, pet. I give.” Cyrus punctuated his statement with a series of bone-jarring thrusts, withdrawing to the rim of Prue’s needy pussy before drilling back into her molten cunt.

  Prue couldn’t do anything but gasp. She remembered when Cyrus had used her mouth, how she’d thought his cock was never ending as he’d thrust past her lips and into her throat. She felt the same way now. When she thought he couldn’t possibly go any deeper inside her, he rewarded her with another inch of dick that rasped against nerve endings so deep no one else had touched them.

  Prue felt her back straining, her legs pressing against Cyrus’s shoulders as she bucked her hips, thrusting back against him as much as she was able. Cyrus drilled her cunt again and again, the savagery of his thrusts exciting Prue as he bore her down past pleasure, past pain into the realm of pure sensation. She barely knew what she was feeling, just that she didn’t want it to stop. The slap of Cyrus’s soaked balls against her dripping pussy combined with his grunts and her squeals to fill the room with an erotic soundtrack that threatened to overwhelm Prue, and as Cyrus began to thrust faster, harder, Prue’s cries turned to little squeaks and moans.

  She lay beneath him, pinioned to the bed and spread out beneath her Dom, accepting each and every thrust he treated her to. On each downward thrust she felt Cyrus’s pelvis grind against her clit as he ground her into the bed, and she moaned as the contact lasted for but a moment before he was withdrawing, dragging his cock out of her pussy and making her chase after him for another pounding thrust that would end with her clit.

  Suddenly transferring one of Prue’s hands so that he kept both pinioned under one of his, Cyrus reached down, and Prue felt him give her swollen, creamy clit a hard pinch. The tender nub, engorged and flushed, exploded under the punishing grind as Cyrus kept it trapped, pistoning his cock in and out of Prue’s greedy cunt and making her scream as another climax overtook her.

  Prue could feel Cyrus milking her clit, pinching and releasing the bundle of nerves in rhythm with his jackhammering cock. She thrashed and moaned, again riding a fine line between pain and pleasure as Cyrus forced her to endure more of the rough caresses on her clit. She was catapulted from one orgasm to the next, the pain stringing her up tightly before she unwound in the next instant as yet another orgasm ripped through her, ricocheting from her imprisoned clit to the walls of her pussy that were once more squeezing up and down the massive cock pillaging her wet flesh.

  In one last spectacular shower of ecstasy, Prue felt Cyrus pinch her clit and rub his finger against his thumb with her overworked nubbin trapped between them, making her legs straighten as she screamed at the rough touch. Cyrus thrust once more to the hilt then released Prue’s clit, pressing his pelvis flush against her ass. The blood rushed back into Prue’s abused clit and set off another detonation deep in her pussy, making her thrust up and fist the cock lodged deep in her clenching cunt, her pussy and clit spasming in counterpoint as this time, she took Cyrus with her. She screamed as Cyrus threw his head back and growled, the feral sound exciting her even more, and she felt the wash of his cum boil out of his balls, the walls of her pussy still fluttering with that last magnificent orgasm as Cyrus’s cock pulsed inside her.

  Cyrus pulled out of her pussy, easing Prue’s legs back to the bed. She winced. Her legs were stiff from her exertions. Cyrus seemed to understand her predicament, and he leaned down, briskly massaging her right leg from thigh crease to ankle before treating her left leg to the same. Prue propped her head on one arm as Cyrus stopped moving, and she was startled to see him staring down at her pussy. Blushing, Prue realized she could feel her juices dripping out of her pussy, and he must be able to see her cream as it leaked down onto the bed.

  When she would have moved to grab a tissue or something, Cyrus stopped her with his hands on her thighs, surprising her as he pushed her legs further apart, his rapt attention still focused on where her juices had overflowed her pussy.

  Prue moaned softly as she felt a single finger brush, featherlight, across her ravaged flesh. It wasn’t sore exactly, but she could feel that Cyrus had used her hard. The big finger lightly traced the dripping petals of her cunt, and she moaned again as that finger dipped briefly inside her swollen channel, grateful that he didn’t touch her clit. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Cyrus as he removed his finger from her pussy, and she saw his eyes blaze as he looked at the juicy digit. He met her gaze, and Prue felt her breath catch, unable to look away as he reclined beside he
r and brought that dirty finger up to her lips, painting them lightly with her release before pushing his way between them. Prue’s gaze was still locked on his as she sucked his finger clean. When he tugged his finger out of her mouth, Prue’s tongue followed, delicately licking her taste from her lips.

  Cyrus groaned and Prue felt his cock surge back to life against her leg, and she was shocked as her pussy clenched, needy again, begging to be filled.

  “I hope you want more, pet. I know I do.” The telltale plop and rustle of a new condom wrapper filled the quiet.

  And with that, Prue’s world spun as Cyrus flipped her neatly to her stomach, tucking a pillow under her hips and spreading her legs apart. Prue sighed in pleasure as Cyrus pressed his erection once more into her pussy, this time from behind. The walls of her cunt were tender, swollen from their loving, but once again the little bite of pain ignited a slow burn that had her pressing back against him. It was clearly going to be a long night.

  Chapter 11

  Prue groaned as the alarm clock on her cell phone chimed. How the hell is it eight o’clock already? She rolled out of bed, wincing as her rubbery legs almost gave out. Prue was rapidly reaching the conclusion that while a sex-filled night with Cyrus was seven million kinds of awesome, it was hell on teaching dance the morning after. She switched the alarm off, trying to decide if she should get back in bed for half an hour or hit the shower.

  She looked at the cause of her suffering. Cyrus slept sprawled out on his back, naked as the day he was born, and Prue glared at where his dick nestled happily, totally unthreatening, against his heavy balls. She stuck her tongue out at the offending member, then hurriedly glanced at Cyrus’s face in case he’d seen her gesture. Sticking her tongue out at his dick would either be cause for punishment or an invitation for a blow job, neither of which Prue had time for if she planned to be in any kind of shape to teach dance this morning. Fortunately, he wasn’t awake yet, and Prue decided not to wake him as she settled on a shower as her next course of action. She suspected that shower time with Cyrus would turn into sex time with Cyrus, and she didn’t think she could handle any more nookie.

  She grabbed her dance wear from the closet, grateful that Cyrus had been so considerate as to have her things moved into his house the day before. She made her way gingerly to the bathroom, puzzling briefly over the controls for the shower before taking a deep breath and tugging a couple of the handles, turning them to what she hoped was a reasonable temperature. She yelped as she was pelted by icy drops from the ceiling and scalding streams from the walls, happy that Cyrus wasn’t there to watch her as she hopped back and forth. She ran around like a maniac for a few moments, trying to avoid the spray as she worked to adjust the temperature, and she grumbled to herself that she’d have to be careful not to have too much sex with Cyrus in the future on nights before she had a class to teach.

  Finally, Prue had the hang of the multiple dials and handles, and she sighed in pleasure as gently steaming water pelted her from every angle. The enormous shower head on the ceiling rained fat drops down on her, while the heads lining the walls sprayed her with enough force to work the soreness out of her aching muscles. She felt herself relax completely and was already looking forward to future showers, with or without Cyrus.

  Reluctantly, Prue turned the shower off and stepped out, toweling off with one of the luxurious bath sheets hanging close by. She rubbed a second towel briskly through her hair, getting the excess dampness out before rolling it into a heavy bun high on the back of her head. She always wore her hair up to teach, and there was really no point in blow drying it first. Also, she didn’t want to wake Cyrus, thinking that if he was half as worn out as her, she’d let him sleep.

  After applying a minimum of makeup and donning her dance gear, Prue looked appraisingly at herself in the mirror. She knew she’d have to earn the respect of her new students, and she knew they’d already be thinking of her as Cyrus’s sub. She wanted to show them that just because she was a sub didn’t mean she couldn’t be a strong teacher, and looking her best always made Prue feel more confident. She felt average in so many ways, she wanted to make the most of what she had.

  Unfortunately, this morning didn’t seem to be a great morning for that. There were dark circles under Prue’s eyes, and although she had a decidedly satisfied look about her face, she was sure it would be glaringly obvious that she hadn’t slept much. She shrugged mentally. Oh well, she could still teach dance looking like hell, and if anyone commented on how tired she looked, she’d do her best to look smug. She reminded herself that she was Cyrus’s sub, and at this precise moment there was no one else in the world who could say that.

  That thought in mind, Prue made her way through the bedroom, throwing on a pair of flip-flops and grabbing her ballet shoes on her way. She cast one last lingering look at Cyrus, wishing she could crawl back into bed with him. She felt her eyes brighten. This afternoon was her first session with Alejandro, and she’d get to play with Cyrus tonight and tomorrow. With a shiver, she wondered what they’d be working on first.

  * * * *

  Prue checked her music for the umpteenth time, satisfying herself that the sound system in the room would work the way it was supposed to. She moved to the barre to do another series of stretches. She was waiting for her new students to arrive, and she was more than willing to admit she was totally nervous. She always got nervous when she was about to start teaching a new group. She loved meeting new people and seeing their progress, but the beginning was always tricky. Sometimes students came in with a crummy attitude and weren’t willing to push themselves, and other times they were way too confident when they couldn’t dance to save their lives, blaming Prue for their own clumsiness and inability to pick up the moves.

  Prue brought herself back to the present as she heard feminine laughter outside the door, and she turned to greet the newcomers just as Lulu and Callie came barreling in.

  “Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re Cyrus’s sub!” Lulu’s shriek had Prue grinning, putting her instantly at ease.

  “Well…” Before Prue could finish, Callie interrupted, her face full of laughter.

  “I’ve never seen anyone so stunned as Alejandro! Honestly, Lu, you should have seen the look on his face!” Callie giggled uncontrollably, setting Prue off as well.

  “I wish I’d been there.” Lulu’s look was wistful before brightening up again, and she reached out and poked Prue in the side, making Prue shriek and jump away. “You told me you only danced together when you met! Was any of that dancing…horizontal?” Lulu grinned slyly.

  Prue poked her back, making the tiny woman squeal. “None of your beeswax, missy.”

  Callie’s eyes were as big as saucers. “Ooh, you’ve met Cyrus before?”

  Prue rolled her eyes, giving Lulu a dirty look. “Yeah, we met at a dance club in Honolulu.”

  Callie nodded. “That would have been Piña, right?”

  Prue was surprised. “Oh, you’ve been there before?”

  Callie shook her head. “No, but it just makes sense. Cyrus owns it.”

  Prue felt her mouth fall open, but before she could question Callie further, another group of women entered the studio, all of them chatting excitedly.

  Lulu reached for Prue’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “We’ll chat later.”

  Prue smiled at Lulu, then focused back on the women who’d just come in. She did a head count, knowing she should be expecting ten participants in total, and saw that two of them had not arrived yet. She addressed the rest of the women who were now looking at her expectantly.

  “Good morning ladies, we’re just waiting for a couple more before we get started. Please feel free to chat for now, and I’ll get your attention when it’s time to begin.”

  The women all smiled and started chatting animatedly again, and Prue was happy to recognize a few of the subs from the course she was taking. This dance class was geared specifically toward subs since that’s what Callie had recommended her for, a
nd Prue wondered if she’d be able to teach a course for Dommes in future. The idea made her a little nervous, but it would be kind of cool to teach the female equivalents of Cyrus.

  Prue’s attention came back to reality as the door opened once more and a stunning woman with jet black hair and translucent skin entered, followed immediately by the tiny Latina from yesterday. Prue smiled at her, secretly pleased she was wearing athletic gear rather than the kitten outfit. Prue stifled a giggle as she thought about the woman doing some of the choreography Prue had planned while she was furry, with her tits and ass on display.

  Prue put the headset microphone in place and clicked it on. It was the best way to be heard over the music since she liked it loud, and it meant her hands were free.

  “Good morning, ladies!”

  The noise in the room stopped immediately, and all the women turned to look at Prue expectantly, a few of them smiling and saying good morning back.

  “If everyone can have a seat, we’ll do some quick introductions and then get down to business.” Prue always started her dance classes this way, with a little bit of talking in order to start the process of making sure everyone felt comfortable. She wasn’t interested in teaching dance classes where women competed with one another or judged each other, and she wanted to make sure everyone knew a little about everyone else’s story. That was why she always went first.

  “I’m Prue, and I’ll be teaching this class twice a week for the next six weeks. I want to welcome all of you, and to say that no matter where you are with dance experience, by the time we’re done here, you’ll be comfortable workin’ it in front of anyone.” Prue was pleased when many of the women giggled. It seemed like a fun crowd.

  “I’d like everyone to introduce themselves, and tell us why you want to dance. And careful, ladies.” Prue held up a finger, waggling it comically at everyone. “Don’t just say you want to dance because your Dom or Domme wants you to. You have to give me a reason why it’s something you’re doing for yourself. I’ll go first.” Prue gave everyone a moment to think about what they wanted to say, then launched into her reasons for dancing. She was taking a risk with what she was about to say to these women, but in this case it seemed like a good move.