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

by Charlotte Smith

  Olenka seemed to realize she’d overstepped. “Very nice form, Cyrus. I meant no offense. She is your sub to train as you wish.”

  Cyrus reached down, stroking Prue’s head. The small contact made her feel comforted. “It’s no fun if they don’t fight, Ollie.” Prue was charmed to hear the austere Russian addressed so informally, wondering if the woman liked the nickname.

  Olenka sniffed. “You are right. It is more fun when they resist.” She looked down at Prue. “You do your Master credit, sub. You are making a difference to the women you teach.”

  Prue was touched at the compliment, but she was unsure of whether she had permission to respond. She bit her lip and stayed still.

  “Mistress Olenka paid you a compliment, pet. You have permission to thank her.” Cyrus’s voice was indulgent, and Prue nuzzled his hand a little as he continued to stroke her. She was happy she’d pleased him.

  “Thank you, Mistress.” Prue swallowed no small amount of fear as she risked looking up at Olenka. “Mistress, if it would please you, I would be happy to work with you one-on-one since the level of class I’m teaching the other subs is far beneath your level of skill.” Prue felt Cyrus suck in a breath, and she hastened to tack another thought onto her offer. “Of course, I will only be able to do so when my Master can spare me.”

  Prue watched as Olenka looked at Cyrus. “Would it be a problem for this to happen as she say? I have not had opportunity to dance in so long. I would like to work with someone who is capable to working at my level.”

  Cyrus looked down at Prue. “That was a very generous offer, pet. I think it would make Mistress Olenka very happy to work with you.” He turned his attention back to the Russian Domme. “She is free now. I’ll be back to collect her for lunch in an hour and a half.”

  Olenka actually clapped her hands, whirling away to see what music Prue had on her iPod. “Wonderful. We will dance now. Thank you, Cyrus.”

  Cyrus helped Prue up, cupping her face in his hands as he looked deep into her eyes, speaking softly so only she could hear. “Pet, do you have any bisexual tendencies I need to know about?”

  Prue felt her mouth fall open in confusion. Where the hell did that come from? “No, Sir. I’ve never been interested in women.”

  Cyrus kissed her on the forehead. “Thank you, pet, I had to ask.” He turned to Olenka. “Ollie,” he said, his tone deceptively mild, “keep your hands off my sub, please.”

  Olenka smiled wickedly at Cyrus, the decadent grin perfectly at home on her beautiful face. “Your sub is tempting, Cyrus, but not my type. Too much brat to interest me.”

  Prue squeaked, totally shocked. She didn’t know if she should be pleased that Cyrus didn’t want to share her or miffed that Olenka thought she was a brat. She settled for glaring at both of them.

  Olenka raised an eyebrow. “Do I have permission to punish her if she misbehaves?”

  Prue gasped, her eyes darting to Cyrus as she beseeched him to say no. It wasn’t the thought of punishment at a woman’s hands that turned her off, rather it was the idea of anyone except Cyrus laying a hand on her ass that made her a little freaked out.

  “Absolutely not.” Cyrus’s tone had gone positively arctic. “No one touches her but me.” He looked at Prue, smiling slightly to see her beaming at him. She was thrilled with his answer. “You will tell me if she misbehaves though, and I’ll deal with it myself.”

  Olenka nodded. “Agreed.”

  Prue sighed. She’d never get used to this.

  * * * *

  An hour later, Prue and Olenka were just finishing up. They’d worked hard, moving from the burlesque style dance in Prue’s class to classic ballet. Prue didn’t remember the last time she’d had a workout quite like this, and she was gratified that Olenka’s face was flushed and she had also needed to catch her breath every once in a while.

  They stretched in companionable silence, each with an eye on the other’s cooldown routine to see if there were any skills they could adopt. When they were both finished, they flopped down, each guzzling water from her bottle.

  “That was amazing,” Prue groaned. She’d be feeling that workout for days.

  Olenka leaned back against one of the mirrored walls, uncaring that she was so warm the glass was getting foggy around her body. “It was excellent to be able to dance again. How I have missed it.”

  Prue looked curiously at the Domme, deciding that now was a perfect time for a little recon. “What made you stop?”

  Olenka smiled, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the mirror. “I am too old to dance anymore.”

  Prue wasn’t buying that for a second. The woman could be working with any major ballet company in a number of roles. “Okay, then what made you come to Cuero?”

  Olenka opened an eye, and Prue felt herself pinned beneath Olenka’s look. “I like being Domme. It is fun to spend my days punishing naughty subs.”

  Prue felt the warning implicit in Olenka’s tone, but she couldn’t let it go. She felt like she was right on the edge of something here. She let the silence stretch, shrugging before smiling at Olenka and taking another drink from her water bottle. When she judged that the Domme had relaxed again, she pushed a little further.

  “I guess if you wanted to be a Domme, this was the perfect place since Viktor was already here.”

  Olenka’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “Viktor? What does he have to do with me being Domme?”

  Prue wanted to pump a fist. She’d finally found something that didn’t jive! She calmed herself, making sure she sounded casual. “Oh, I just meant since you two knew each other. Lulu mentioned you’ve been friends for ages, and Viktor pulled some strings to get you a job in the dungeon.”

  Olenka looked at Prue, all of their camaraderie gone. “Lulu enjoys to talk, sometimes too much.” Olenka took a long pull from her bottle of water. “It is always good to be careful when you speak to strangers.”

  Prue felt warning prickles across the back of her neck. Olenka’s statement came out more than a little threatening, and she wasn’t sure how to respond.

  “Be careful, Prue.” Olenka’s eyes were speculative.

  Prue made a mental note to lay low for a bit, just stick to dance where the beautiful Russian was concerned and leave off asking questions.

  “Cyrus will not be happy to hear if you spend too much time talking to strangers.” Olenka screwed the cap back onto her water bottle, standing up and walking gracefully to the door of the studio. “Thank you for the class.”

  Prue scrambled up, petrified Olenka was going to tell Cyrus she’d been asking questions. She was about to say something, but Olenka was already turning away.

  Before she could reach for the door handle, the door opened and Cyrus walked in. Prue caught her breath, worried as hell about where this was going to go.

  “Did you enjoy your time?” He smiled at Prue, his smile dimming as he felt the tension in the room.

  Olenka looked back at Prue, her eyes full of warning. “It was excellent. I am pissy because your Prue is better than me. We make plans to meet again after next class, and maybe then I show her why Russia is best for ballet.” Olenka’s eyes dared Prue to contradict her.

  Prue forced herself to smile. “She’s being too hard on herself.” She walked over to Cyrus, meeting Olenka’s gaze steadily. “I’m sure there are things she could teach me as well.” There. I’m not going to let this bitch think I’m afraid of her.

  Olenka smiled slightly. “Until our next class.” Nodding to Cyrus, she left the studio.

  Cyrus wasted no time in grabbing Prue’s hand and dragging her out of the studio in the direction of his house. “Come on, pet, we only have an hour before it’s time for Alejandro’s session, and you need to eat.” He hustled her along, seemingly oblivious to her mind that was miles away.

  Prue was thinking hard. Olenka knew something, of that she was certain. And the woman had made plans for another private session. Prue felt a cold finger of fear trace down her spi
ne. She’d better start gaining ground, because whatever was going on at Cuero was happening right under her nose.

  Chapter 20

  Prue couldn’t contain her excitement as she and Cyrus walked into the room, seeing that they were the last couple to arrive. She blushed and averted her eyes as she felt the group turn to look, sure they must know why she and Cyrus were so late. Cyrus squeezed her hand encouragingly, and when she sneaked a peek up at him, she saw that he was in full Dom mode, staring evenly at the others in the room. He sat down in his usual chair, gesturing for Prue to seat herself in his lap as she had for the last session. Prue sat gingerly, her pussy still throbbing.

  After escorting her back to his house following her dance workshop with Olenka, Cyrus had practically torn Prue’s clothes off of her as he dragged her into the shower. She was beginning to feel positively decadent, showering twice a day, but now that she knew about Cyrus’s past, she understood his compulsion about being clean.

  They’d stood in the shower for approximately six seconds before they’d attacked each other. Luckily Cyrus was good with his hands, because in those six seconds he’d donned a condom, making Prue’s mouth water as she watched him roll the thin latex down his thick cock. His dick had stood straight up, wearing its little rain jacket as Prue practically drooled. Frantic to come after her morning maintenance and then having Cyrus watch her teach, Prue threw herself at her Dom and battled him for control of the moment. Cyrus, as usual, was having none of it. He forced Prue back against the wall, tugging her head backward by her hair as he tipped her face up, letting her gasp as he bent down and mauled her breasts. He bit and licked the tender globes until Prue was thrashing, and before long she was begging him to fuck her.

  Cyrus had obliged. He’d lifted her up, hooking his forearms beneath her thighs, spreading her wide against the wall of the shower as he fucked straight into her needy cunt. He’d rammed his oversized dick into her again and again, gravity aiding him in getting as deep as possible. Prue had screamed and bucked, his rough loving not enough to appease the frantic need building in her core, sending fiery tendrils of lust blossoming down the walls of her sheath to tickle Cyrus’s cock.

  Prue had moaned in frustration, ready to come but seemingly unable to do so. It had shocked her that she wasn’t able to come because Cyrus hadn’t given her permission, but she found herself unconsciously holding herself back from that edge until he told her she could throw herself off it. She had relaxed into his relentless fucking, taking each pounding thrust with a moan as his hips twisted and he screwed right back in. She gave over to Cyrus, and he’d growled with primal satisfaction at her total submission, bouncing her even harder on his cock.

  Prue had leaned her head to rest on his shoulder, her arms looped around her Dom’s neck as she bore his rough penetration. He hadn’t lasted much longer after that. He’d thrust a few more times, seemingly unwilling to stop, and then had lifted one hand to grip Prue’s hair and haul her head back from his shoulder. He’d told her to come, his glittering gaze holding her passionate one as he covered her mouth with his. He’d swallowed her screams, sweeping his tongue through her mouth passionately and slanting his firm lips over hers again and again. Prue had detonated around him, the force of her climax sending Cyrus to his knees as she milked his thick cock still pillaging her sodden pussy. He’d groaned long and loud as he came, and his whole beautiful body had broken out into goose bumps from the force of his climax.

  Now, as they sat waiting for Alejandro’s session to begin, Prue found herself hoping this next session would herald something just as exciting as punishment. She amended that thought quickly. I hope it’s that exciting…but not that painful!

  Alejandro cleared his throat, telling them all without words that it was time to begin. “Welcome again, friends.” He looked around the room, a wicked smile playing on his mouth. “I see that all the subs are able to sit comfortably. Doms, have they got you wrapped around their fingers so quickly?” He grinned at the groans from the subs. “Not to worry, ladies. No more punishment today.”

  Prue wasn’t ashamed to admit she joined in the collective sigh of relief from all the subs in the room, making Alejandro laugh. Prue noticed for the first time that Callie wasn’t with him today, and she felt a twinge of disappointment that whatever they’d be learning this afternoon didn’t feature a demo.

  “Today is a day all about the fine art of torture.” Alejandro’s look was decadent as he took in the gasps and cries from the subs. “Doms, you’ve already had the opportunity to explore your sub’s limits when it comes to pain and punishment, and you should have a good idea now if you’re dealing with a pain slut. Chances are all the subs have a little masochism in them, the same way it’s likely you’re all slightly sadistic.”

  Alejandro held up a hand. “Please understand I don’t limit these terms exclusively to the physical, nor do I deny that all of us have a little of both in our makeup. I simply say that the subs wish to please their Doms, and if it means enduring some discomfort to make their Masters happy, they will do so.”

  Prue bit her lip. She hadn’t ever considered herself to be a masochist before, and she doubted that there were oodles of people in the world who actively sought out pain and humiliation. She was willing to admit that she’d enjoyed being punished at Cyrus’s hands, and she could also see where he was a little sadistic. Somehow though, the things they did together, even the really dirty stuff like eating each other’s asses seemed affectionate and sexy. Prue shrugged mentally. Maybe she was a bit of a masochist, because she was certainly willing to put up with some discomfort if it meant making Cyrus happy. She knew he wouldn’t actually push her to do something she was vehemently opposed to doing, and she kind of liked that he pushed her limits.

  Alejandro was still talking, and Prue’s attention snapped back to what he was saying.

  “Doms, this is where you begin to feel the sacred trust that your sub has placed in you. She trusts you to know her limits, and she wants to play within them. Torture is a very personal expression of the bond between you, which is why Callie isn’t with me today.”

  Prue felt her eyes widen in understanding. She guessed there were just some things that were too personal to share, even in this line of work.

  “I would suggest, since all of our subs are relatively new to the lifestyle, that you limit your torture for the next couple of days to denial of orgasm.” Alejandro laughed as the subs shrieked their displeasure. “You are welcome to be as creative as you like. Ice cubes work particularly well, I might say, when inserted into a sub’s pussy. And remember,” Alejandro said, leering, “if a sub comes while she’s being tortured, punish her and begin again.”

  * * * *

  Prue was beyond nervous. After Alejandro’s session, she and Cyrus had returned to his house and had spent the afternoon and evening companionably, him working from home and her puttering in the garden before making supper for them both. They’d eaten together as they usually did, and it was easy for Prue to be lulled into the comfort of the routine they’d established. Dinner, news, movie, shower, bed.

  As she knelt for her evening maintenance though, she felt like the nerves in her body had been fine-tuned to Cyrus’s touch, hypersensitive to his every movement. She didn’t know how—or when, for that matter—he intended to torture her, and while at first the anticipation had been delicious, now it was in overdrive. She shivered every time he touched her.

  Cyrus laughed softly as he caressed the skin of Prue’s bottom, making her tense. “Pet, you’re going to give yourself an ulcer. You need to relax.”

  “Easy for you to say,” Prue grumbled, forcing her fingers to release their death grip on the footboard. “You’re not the one waiting to be tortured.”

  Cyrus delivered the first spank, rubbing his big hand all over Prue’s bottom before delivering the second. “Honestly, pet, do you think I’m going to do something you won’t be able to handle?” The question was casual, but Prue could hear Cyrus’s serious
undertone. She hastened to clarify.

  “No, Cy, I know you’ll take good care of me. It’s just nerves, not knowing what you’re going to do.”

  Cyrus delivered the rest of Prue’s maintenance before speaking. “That’s the point, pet. This is part of your torture.” He leaned down and kissed Prue’s flaming bottom, making her moan. “I love when you’re nervous.”

  Prue glared at the footboard, too nervous to glare at her Dom. “Of course you do. Sadist.”

  Cyrus flipped Prue over, hauling her up to lie beside him on the bed. “Of course I’m a sadist. I love spanking you, turning your ass red. I love making you nervous. I find you delicious when you’re equal parts frightened and aroused.”

  Prue considered his words. “Maybe sometime you should let me turn the tables.” She grinned at him suggestively, raising a challenging eyebrow.

  “Not a chance, pet.” Cyrus’s voice was firm. “I don’t bottom.”

  Prue sighed. “It was worth a try.”

  Cyrus kissed her hair, tucking her against his big chest. “Now that that’s out of your system, go to sleep. You have a busy day tomorrow. You’ll be spending a big part of it at the spa, and then we’re going dancing tomorrow night.”

  Prue perked up, even though she was sleepy. “Ooh, that sounds awesome!” She frowned as a thought struck her. “Wait. You’re not going to torture me in the middle of the night, are you, Sir?”

  Cyrus snorted. “If I’m going to put in the effort to torture you, pet, you’re going to be awake and aware. Where’s the fun in torturing a sub who can barely keep her eyes open?”

  “If I was less tired, I’d swat you,” Prue muttered, her eyelids already beginning to droop.

  “Please, feel free.” Cyrus sounded just as tired as she felt. “I’ll add it to your tab.”

  Prue yawned, hoping her Dom realized he was getting a reprieve from her wrath. She murmured softly, snuggling closer to Cyrus. Her last thought was that she’d better be on her game tomorrow. Between spa and dancing, how the hell was Cyrus planning to torture her?