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

by Charlotte Smith

  Cyrus’s eyes were like lasers. “Your blush tells me I want to know.”

  Prue smiled up at him. She should have known he’d never let her get away with keeping secrets from him. “I was imagining, you know, because of the music, that we were somewhere exotic. I was pretending I was a slave girl, dancing for my master.”

  Cyrus’s gaze darkened. “I like that fantasy, pet. Before the end of the night, I’ll make you my slave girl, and you’ll dance for your master.” He punctuated the command by skimming his hand down over Prue’s ass, cupping it through the short skirt and tilting her so that she cradled his erection between her hips.

  Prue moaned. She cuddled Cyrus’s thick dick against her belly, wanting nothing more than for him to bend her over and fuck her senseless. She admitted it wasn’t likely to happen as Cyrus reached for the remote, turning off the music and halting the spell weaving its way around Prue. She stopped dancing, her pussy throbbing in time with the sensuous beat, and waited for Cyrus.

  “All right, pet, time to go.” Cyrus smiled darkly at Prue, making her breathing hitch. Okay, back to being nervous.

  Prue nodded, smiling with more confidence than she felt. She followed Cyrus as he walked to the door. She couldn’t resist asking him a question before they left, knowing he likely wouldn’t answer.

  “Sir? Are you going to torture me tonight?”

  Cyrus laughed, the sound sending tendrils of lust straight to Prue’s pussy. “Baby, you have no idea.”

  Chapter 23

  Prue felt her mouth fall open as she entered Cuero’s dungeon. The place had been transformed. While the permanent fixtures of torture and delight were still in view, the whole dungeon had been redone to look like a high-end nightclub. People mingled all over the floor, and more than one bar was open, bartenders and cocktail waitresses doing brisk business. The huge catwalk where Prue had first seen Cyrus dance was now a dance floor with people all over it, and a DJ was set up on the main stage in an impressive booth, spinning music for the dancers.

  Now that Prue knew Cyrus owned Piña, the club she and her friends had gone to in Honolulu, she could see touches of Cyrus both there and here. Even though this space was converted from a dungeon, it was chic, urban, with a definitely vibrant atmosphere. Prue’s attention snapped back to Cyrus as he stroked a hand across her bare back.

  “I’m going to say hello to the Doms, pet. You should visit with the subs before we dance, because once we start, I’m going to monopolize your attention all night.”

  Prue smirked at him. Greedy Dom. “Yes, Sir,” she said, rising up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “I’ll look forward to it.” She turned away from him, swaying her hips slightly. She didn’t turn to look back, but she could feel his gaze still on her as she walked. She was touched to see how attuned to him she’d become, even able to sense when he watched her. She thought wryly of the night they met. She hadn’t even known him then and she’d felt his burning gaze from across the room.

  Startled out of her reverie by feminine laughter and animated conversation, Prue found herself drawn into a group with Callie, Lulu, and some of the other subs from Cuero.

  “Wow, you look killer in that dress!” Lulu’s eyes sparkled as she gave Prue the once-over. “Did Cyrus give it to you?”

  Prue laughed. “Give it to me? He handed it to me and said I’d be wearing it tonight. Does that constitute a give?”

  Lulu grinned. “Absolutely. We all know how bossy Doms are. They can’t ever give gifts, it has to be all ‘roar, this is for you, roar, put it on now, roar.’ What, it’s going to be less impressive if they just hand it over?”

  The other women were laughing at Lulu’s antics, and Prue shook her head. She waggled a finger at the tiny woman. “You’d better be careful, missy. You’re a terrible brat, you know.”

  Lulu stuck her tongue out at Prue. “Takes one to know one, sister.”

  Prue rolled her eyes, smiling broadly. “Even so, one of these days you’re going to find a Dom who decides your mouth should be full of something other than smart-ass remarks.”

  Lulu clapped her hands, feigning delight. “Ooh, you mean like a ball gag? I’ve always wanted to try one of those…”

  Prue groaned, shaking her head. Lulu was never serious, and frankly Prue found it totally endearing. Her new friend was so bubbly and fun, but Prue was willing to bet her dress Lulu would find herself at the business end of a paddle in the immediate future.

  “Hey, you two, come try some of these!” Callie called to them over the noise in the room, gesturing to a table Prue hadn’t noticed before. As she and Lulu joined the rest of the group, Prue saw that the table was laden with food, everything from hors d’oeuvres and cheeses to dainty sweets and fruits.

  “Mmm.” The tiny Latina from Alejandro’s session had just popped something into her mouth and was sighing in bliss.

  “Whoa, what did you just eat?” Lulu was all over it. “I want that.”

  The Latina opened her eyes and smiled. “Crab puff. Right over there.” She gestured with her toothpick before discarding it and loading a cocktail napkin with the delicious morsels.

  Prue joined the other girls in loading up napkins with little nibbles, the group of them munching happily together, comparing notes on the different delicacies they sampled.

  “So, ladies, I’m dying to ask,” Callie mused, looking around the group with a raised eyebrow, “have your Doms come up with some creative tortures?”

  Prue blushed, as did a few of the other women, and a couple of them groaned.

  Callie laughed. “That’s what we like to hear. So tell! You never know.” She leaned closer to all of them. “I might be able to give Alejandro some tips!”

  The women all laughed. The Latina blew out a frustrated puff of breath. “My Derek was a real bastard about it.” She clapped her hand over her mouth, looking around in alarm.

  Lulu laughed heartily at the other woman’s distress. “Not to worry, Maria, we look out for one another. If one of your Doms comes over, ladies, we’ll give you a signal. Tonight’s signal will be ‘the crab puffs are terrible.’ That work okay for everyone?”

  The subs all nodded and sighed in relief. The last thing any of them wanted was more punishment. They all looked expectantly at Maria to continue what she was saying.

  “Derek asked if I wanted to watch a movie, so I said sure.” She looked mournfully at her empty napkin, turning to stock up on munchies before continuing. She looked at the rest of the group, the look in her eyes a little panicky.

  “He discovered the toys so thoughtfully provided for our use, and there was a harness with a butt plug and a dildo. He put it on me and strapped me in, and then put me on the couch to watch the movie.” Maria drew a shuddering breath. “You know what he chose to watch?”

  The rest of the group was breathless, anticipating what was going to come next. Prue had even stopped chewing, she was so engrossed.

  “What did he want to watch?” Callie breathed.

  Maria drew a calming breath. “Porn. The man chose porn, and he made sure it was stuff that I’d love.”

  Prue winced. She couldn’t imagine how arousing that must have been.

  “And you know what was worse?” Maria’s eyes had taken on a dreamy quality, and Prue couldn’t help but be a tad jealous. The torture had obviously brought Maria a great deal of pleasure, in addition to the discomfort.

  “The butt plug and the dildo were both vibrators. He turned them on and off with a remote, and he didn’t let me come all night!” The last part was said on a low wail, and Prue had to stifle a giggle. It sounded perfectly awful, but as she looked around and saw the grins and giggles from the other women, she was struck by how funny the concept of torture was.

  Even Maria saw the humor in the situation, giggling along with the other women. She even turned to where Derek stood with the other Doms, Cyrus included, and blew him a little kiss. He frowned at her, making her giggle even harder and having the same effect on the rest of the subs. T
he other Doms were smiling indulgently.

  As the women managed to control their mirth, wiping their eyes with fresh cocktail napkins, they turned once more to the food. Finished with the savory offerings they moved on to the sweets, selecting bite-sized tarts, petit fours and other confections. Prue had snagged a couple of dulce de leche tarts piled high with cream, and she was just about to bite into one when the attention of the group shifted to her.

  “So, Prue,” Callie drawled, “I’m sure we’re all dying to know what Cyrus did to you.”

  Lulu nodded vigorously, her voice thick with cream as she spoke around a bite of cake. “I’m impressed you can even walk. What did he do to you?”

  Prue blushed once again, realizing that everyone’s attention was on her now. “Well…” She really didn’t know how to say it.

  Maria stamped a tiny foot in impatience. “You can’t hold out on us! That man is delicioso, and we want details!”

  Prue shook her head. “No, I’m not trying to hold out. It’s just that Cyrus hasn’t tortured me yet.”

  The silence was deafening as Prue’s words registered, and she cringed inwardly. Had she done something wrong, that Cyrus hadn’t punished her yet?

  “That bastard.” Callie spoke softly, reaching out and squeezing Prue’s hand in her own. “He’s been keeping you on edge deliberately.”

  Prue sighed in relief, then gasped as Callie’s words registered. “Seriously?”

  Lulu smiled sympathetically at Prue. “I bet you’ve been going nuts since Alejandro’s session, wondering what Cyrus is going to do to you.”

  Prue nodded, rolling her eyes. “That’s putting it lightly. I jump about a foot every time he even talks to me.”

  Maria’s eyes were wide. “You know, the porn doesn’t seem so bad now.”

  Prue barely suppressed the urge to giggle hysterically as the other women in the group nodded. She picked up one of her tarts, lifting it to her mouth. “I know it’s coming tonight. I just don’t know what he’s…”

  Prue stopped talking midsentence, missing her mouth completely and mashing her tart into her upper lip, covering it with cream. The other girls in the group looked at her like she was crazy, and Prue couldn’t even assure them she wasn’t. She stood, slack-jawed, not even caring that her lip was covered in whipped cream.

  Her pussy was vibrating. Everything from her clit down her slit had come alive, and Prue could feel the sporadic pulses deep into her core. She looked down, bemused that she couldn’t see a vibrator, when the full force of Cyrus’s torture hit her like a ton of bricks.

  The panties. It was the panties that were vibrating! They were pressed so intimately against her rapidly moistening flesh, and now the heaviness and extra firmness in the crotch made perfect sense. The bastard had dressed her to go out in public in vibrating panties!

  Before she could march over to the group of Doms, the other subs around her forgotten, Prue was aware of someone complaining loudly about how bad the crab puffs tasted. She knew in that instant that it could only be Cyrus coming for her, and when she spun around, there he was in all his Dom glory.

  “Pet, as much as I love you with cream on your lips, I want to be the one to put it there.” Cyrus’s words were for her alone, but Prue heard the other women gasp as they overheard.

  Prue felt her eyes slide closed as Cyrus leaned forward and sucked the whipped cream off her upper lip, nibbling and licking. She was startled to realize that the vibrations in her panties had stopped, and she opened her eyes and glared at Cyrus.

  The bastard laughed. “Now that’s not a nice way to look at your Dom, pet.” He glanced around the rest of the group, his gaze cool. “Subs, I believe your Doms require your presence.” He didn’t even bother to watch as the women scattered, so focused was he on Prue. “Time to dance, pet.”

  Prue let him lead her to the dance floor, her senses still reeling from the vibrations in her nether regions. She was beginning to wonder if she’d imagined them, when Cyrus paused and withdrew a tiny remote from his pocket. Prue felt her eyes round as he clicked a button and the staccato vibrations resumed.

  Cyrus pulled Prue close, starting to dance. He clucked in disapproval as her movements were jerky, showing no mercy for the fact that her legs were trembling like crazy.

  “Sir, what have you done to me?” Prue whispered the question into Cyrus’s ear, wrapping her arms around his neck as they danced as much for support as for the contact.

  Cyrus grinned evilly before leaning down to Prue’s ear. “I hope you’re enjoying it as much as I am, pet. It’s a clever little gadget that has a built-in microphone, and it vibrates to the music it picks up.” He leaned even closer. “The louder the music, the stronger the vibrations.” With that, Cyrus danced Prue closer to one of the enormous speakers, making her squeal aloud as the vibrations stimulated her pussy in time with the music.

  Prue didn’t know what to do with herself. The vibrations weren’t regular enough for her to get off, but they were strong enough that she could feel she’d soaked clear through the fabric of the diabolical panties. She couldn’t escape the delicious torment, no matter how she twisted and writhed, because the panties fit her so closely and the little vibrator was pressed so intimately against her soft flesh.

  Finally, Prue began to master the vibrations. She learned to pay attention to the beat of the song, assessing at which points the vibrations would be strongest. She figured if she was in for a night of this kind of delicious torment, she might as well enjoy it, so she matched her movements to what she was feeling. She swayed and writhed to the beat, enjoying the deep thrum of her pussy as the vibrator lit it up. She danced with Cyrus with abandon. She ground against him, wondering if he’d feel the vibrations if she pressed herself to his big body, and realizing in a blissed-out moment that she didn’t even care. She became as lost in the dance with Cyrus as she was lost in the rhythmic pulsing of her pussy, and she let go of all her inhibitions. As she danced, she thought fleetingly of where the night would go after Cyrus had had enough, and she bit her lip thinking of him peeling the sodden panties down her legs and sliding inside her. Suddenly Prue was torn. She wanted to dance, but man, she really wanted to fuck.

  Chapter 24

  Prue could barely walk by the time she and Cyrus had arrived back at his house, and she wasn’t ashamed in the slightest when her legs finally turned to jelly and she grabbed at her Dom to keep from collapsing, giggling drunkenly the whole time.

  “Upsy-daisy, pet.” Cyrus was clearly amused as he scooped her into his arms, and Prue couldn’t even be mad at him for laughing at her. She was in such an agony of need she was ready to do whatever he told her if only it would lead to an orgasm.

  Frowning as Cyrus carried her into the living room rather than up the stairs to the loft, Prue lifted her head off of Cyrus’s shoulder long enough to look at him with raised eyebrows.

  As if reading her thoughts, Cyrus chuckled. “No rest for the wicked, pet. I believe my slave girl owes her master a dance.”

  Prue felt her eyes widen. She couldn’t believe Cyrus was going to make her dance for him tonight, after all the time they’d spent together on the dance floor. She was even more startled as Cyrus deposited her on the couch before grabbing one of the high-backed chairs from the side of the room, lifting it to the center of the floor before sitting down on it. He looked Prue in the eye as he unbuttoned his shirt, stripping it off and unbuttoning his pants so that the knob of his erection peeked out of its confinement. He reached for the remote and once again turned on the stereo, filling the room with the same seductive music they’d danced to before they’d left earlier in the evening. Tossing the remote onto a nearby table, Cyrus leaned back in the chair, watching Prue expectantly.

  Mustering what little stamina she had left, Prue stood and tested out her legs, mentally bracing herself for the vibrations she assumed were coming. When the panties remained still, she looked at Cyrus, smiling sweetly at him.

  “Sir?”

  “Y
es, pet?”

  “May I please remove the panties now?” Prue rushed to continue as Cyrus frowned. “I’m not trying to avoid the torture, Sir. It’s just that I want to be able to focus on you, and the panties are a tad…distracting.”

  Cyrus’s eyes twinkled although the rest of his face remained impassive. “Sounds fair. Remove the panties, pet.”

  Prue nearly cried in relief as she bent and tugged the panties down her legs, tossing them in a sodden pile to one side. The sudden draft of cold air under the short skirt made her gasp, the coolness as stimulating against her hot flesh as the vibrations had been. She straightened up, smiling at Cyrus as she did so. Her confidence was returning now that she didn’t have to worry about the panties stealing her concentration, and she strutted to stand between Cyrus’s spread knees. She turned slowly, letting him watch as she undid the bow she’d tied earlier to hold the top of the dress in place. She tugged the strings apart, sliding her hands beneath the fabric covering her breasts as she turned back to face him, letting her face show her pleasure as she toyed briefly with her nipples.

  Cyrus growled, clearly unhappy that she was touching herself without letting him watch. “I believe your master commanded a dance, slave girl, not masturbation.”

  Prue smiled down at her Dom. “Yes, Sir.”

  She pulled the halter over her head, letting the slinky fabric slide down her breasts to pool at her waist. She began moving her feet, undulating with the exotic music as she turned away from Cyrus once more, bending down to pull the dress down her legs. She knew he’d be able to see the freshly waxed seam of her pussy, the lips likely puffy and glistening with her cream, and she was gratified when she heard him suck in a sharp breath. She stepped neatly out of the dress that had now pooled around her feet, picking it up and tossing it to the side to join the panties she’d discarded earlier.

  Turning back to Cyrus Prue began to dance with abandon. She’d decided to keep the shoes on, knowing they did awesome things for her calves, and she lifted one foot to the edge of the chair between Cyrus’s spread legs. She tangled her hands in her hair and leaned back, never losing the rhythm of the dance, peeking down to see that Cyrus’s attention was riveted on the shadowed cleft between her thighs.