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

by Charlotte Smith

  With that thought firmly in mind, Prue abandoned herself to the music. She threw herself into the dance, feeling herself get swept up in the grinding rhythm. As she danced, she became aware that the hairs on the back of her neck started to prickle, and she slowed her movements and began to turn around in time with the music. Someone was watching her. Prue didn’t feel any particular malice in the gaze directed at her, rather she was aware that someone was very, very interested in watching her dance.

  She nearly stumbled as she finally located the source of that burning gaze. Standing in the shadows beside the dance floor, leaning against a pillar, was easily the most gorgeous man Prue had ever seen. Piercing blue eyes shone in his tanned face, and his almost-black hair hung over his forehead in a way that made Prue want to reach over and brush it back. The stubble that shadowed his square jaw gave him a rugged sexiness that had Prue catching her breath. Now that man was hot!

  The ghost of a smile played on the lips of the sexy stranger, and Prue quirked her eyebrow at him, daring him to join her as she regained her footing and whirled away. She was conscious that he continued to watch her, and she changed the steps of her dance to a sensuous, rolling rhythm. Prue was shocked as she could practically feel his gaze burn even hotter. Damn, this man was getting her panties wet and they hadn’t even spoken, much less touched!

  Prue fanned herself as the song ended. She was a tad disappointed that the gorgeous man hadn’t joined her for the dance, and when she glanced back over to where he’d been standing, she was even more disappointed that he’d vanished. Shrugging mentally, Prue made her way back over to the table where her friends waited. It was too bad the man hadn’t gotten any closer than watching from the sidelines, but at least he’d been good for a quick thrill.

  Prue stood at the table, chatting with the girls. They giggled over the sheer amount of phone numbers Cleo had amassed, none of which she intended to follow up on, when Prue became aware of a presence behind her. In the same instant the conversation died, and Prue saw that Cleo’s jaw hung open and Lila was slurping at her straw even though the glass was clearly empty.

  Turning around to see what was happening, Prue came nose-to-chest with the hunk who’d watched her dance. She tried to take a step back since he was standing so close, but she backed right into the table and would have fallen. The hunk put out a strong arm and steadied her. Prue felt his touch like a jolt of electricity, and her lips parted on a gasp.

  The man wasn’t smiling at all. In fact, apart from a wicked gleam in his piercing blue eyes, he looked downright cold. “Care to dance?”

  A pulsing Latin beat swelled, and Prue felt her body respond. She loved to dance to Latin music, and this man affected her like a strong drink. Prue realized he was waiting for an answer. She gathered her wits, which seemed to have scattered all over the dance floor, and regarded him coolly. “That depends. Can you dance?”

  The man’s gaze grew even colder, if that was possible, and the look in his eyes had Prue thinking only one thought as she felt her own gaze slide away as her friends gasped.

  Dom.

  Prue felt her gut clench. She inhaled deeply, hoping she hadn’t offended him. She really should have recognized what he was as soon as he opened his mouth, but instead she’d let her damn mouth run away with her. Time to make amends.

  “I’m very sorry, sir. I’d love to dance.” Prue smiled shyly up at the handsome stranger, gratified when his breath hitched ever so slightly even though the cool look remained in his eyes.

  Without a word, the man reached his hand out to her, and this time Prue didn’t hesitate before she slid her palm against his much larger one. He immediately closed his hand over hers, but rather than making her feel trapped, it made Prue feel safe and protected. Whichever club this man had trained at did a damn good job with its Doms!

  Prue tore her eyes away from Mr. Gorgeous long enough to look back at the table where her friends still sat. Lila was grinning like a fool, and when she caught Prue’s gaze, she fanned herself and rolled her eyes dramatically, mouthing the word “hot.”

  Cleo fist pumped before miming the action of a whip, and Jessie and Remy seemed to have been taken over by fits of the giggles.

  Prue turned her attention back to Mr. Gorgeous when he squeezed her hand lightly, and Prue felt her body respond to the man as much as the music as her partner laid a possessive hand low on her back. Prue looked up at him as she laid her hand on his shoulder and promptly got lost in his beautiful eyes. She hauled herself out of his baby blues when he started to move. There was no way she wanted to stumble over her own feet—or worse, his—when this all seemed to be going so well.

  Mr. Gorgeous was a kick-ass dancer. That was Prue’s first thought as he led her in a salsa, and her second thought was that she’d better up her damn game if she wanted to keep up with him.

  That thought in mind, Prue disengaged her hand from his, lifting both her hands to tangle in her hair as she raised both arms and popped her hips in a Latin rhythm. Mr. Gorgeous clearly approved as he smiled slightly for the first time, nearly bowling Prue over with his sheer attractiveness. She grinned back, turning away from him and dancing a few steps away before dancing her way back and laying a playful hand on his chest when he reached for her.

  His eyes flashed, and Prue wondered if she’d gone too far, but he countered her by mirroring her move, turning away from her and dancing away before returning. When he returned, he hauled Prue close, making her gasp and lose her footing, before he took both her hands in his and neatly twirled her. Prue found herself with her shoulders pressed to Mr. Gorgeous’s massive torso, her bottom and lower back pressed against his groin. Prue felt her hands tighten where he held them prisoner, crossed across her ribs, as the press of an erection against her bottom registered.

  Mr. Gorgeous kept her immobile, forced to dance against him in a sexy sway and grind as they moved to the pounding music. Not quite dirty dancing, they kept up the steps to the dance, but Prue had never been more aware of a dance partner. Mr. Gorgeous made no effort to hide his hard-on, but he also wasn’t gross about grinding it into her. It was like a simple statement of fact. He was turned on, and he wasn’t embarrassed about it.

  Prue was more than willing to admit she was right there with him. The way he held her, the way his big body moved to the Latin rhythm, all of it created a sexy, oversized package of Dom that had Prue’s pussy softening as she gave herself over to his masterful lead.

  Mr. Gorgeous seemed to sense the moment Prue gave up control of the dance. Prue heard him growl low in his throat, a delicious rumble that tracked up Prue’s back from her bottom to the nape of her neck, making her gut clench and sending a sweet little spasm down to her clit. He spun her around again so that she faced him once more, and this time instead of holding one of her hands in his own, he pulled both of her hands up around his neck before settling his own oversized palms on Prue’s hips. The intimate grip they had on one another was perfect as the fast Latin song faded out and was replaced by a sultry, slower number.

  They danced like that until the song ended, and Prue was willing to admit she spent the whole time lost in her partner. His eyes, his arms, his dancing…she felt like a total idiot as the song ended, realizing she’d probably been staring at him the whole time.

  When she made to step back though, Mr. Gorgeous was having none of it. He hauled her close once more, splaying a possessive hand on her lower back as with his other hand he rubbed a strand of her hair between two fingers. Prue felt her eyes drift shut as his head bent toward her shoulder, his breath hot on her neck.

  “What’s your name?” He murmured the question directly into Prue’s ear so that she’d hear him over the music, and she felt a delicious trail of goose bumps rise where his words touched her ear and neck.

  It took Prue a moment to register that he’d spoken, and she had to give her head a little shake before her befuddled mind would cooperate. She stood up on her tiptoes and clung to his neck, raising her chin so she cou
ld speak into the ear he turned toward her. “It’s Prue.”

  He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Prue? As in, short for Prudence?”

  Prue flushed. She hated her name and didn’t like when anyone called her by the full form. She rolled her eyes and spoke once more into his ear. “Yes, Prudence. But if you call me that, we won’t be dancing anymore. Like I said, it’s Prue.”

  Mr. Gorgeous didn’t miss a beat, and Prue felt her breath hitch as his gaze grew icy. “And if you roll your eyes at me again, Prue, we won’t be dancing anymore either. You’ll find yourself over my knee.”

  Prue felt her jaw fall open. Did he just threaten to spank her? In the middle of a crowded dance floor?

  What was really alarming to her wasn’t the threat. It was the way her body reacted to it. She was fighting the urge to jump up and down, clapping and squealing. Prue felt another jolt to her clit as her gut clenched once more. The effect this man had on her was startling to say the least. Wanting to make him as off-balance as she felt, Prue felt her inner sense of mischief perk up.

  “That’s quite the offer, sir, but I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.”

  Prue felt a moment of glee as Mr. Gorgeous stiffened, and she felt a little victorious as a sense of doubt came over his features. She felt almost immediately guilty and tugged his head down to pacify him.

  “You see, you know my name, and even though I don’t like my name, I always try to live by it. It doesn’t seem terribly prudent for me to let a strange man spank me, especially a strange man who knows my name when I don’t know his.”

  Mr. Gorgeous rewarded her with a slow, wicked grin that warmed her to her toes. “You don’t really need to know my name, sweets. I like it when you call me Sir.”

  Prue smiled coyly. “I thought you might.” She sneaked a peek over to her friends’ table, instantly guilty when she saw Jessie stifle a yawn. She’d been dancing for ages.

  Mr. Gorgeous sensed the change in her and followed her gaze. “Your friends seem like they’re ready to go. Any chance I can persuade you to stay?”

  Prue bit her lip. She really wanted to stay and dance with this man. Hell, if she was honest she wanted to do a lot more than dance, but it was kind of a sacred rule of these vacations with the girls. None of them ever went home with a man while they were together.

  Mr. Gorgeous raised an eyebrow. “Is that a no?”

  Prue looked at him speculatively. “Honestly, I’m not sure. We have a sort of ‘sisters before misters’ code we follow when we’re together. I’d really like to stay, but can I count on you to take me home once the club closes?”

  Prue watched as Mr. Gorgeous relaxed visibly. “Absolutely. Let’s go talk to your friends so we can reassure them I’m not a maniac.”

  Prue smirked to herself as he led her toward the table, her hand tucked firmly into his once more. If he only knew the dozens of ways she and her friends could kill him with their bare hands, he might not be so worried about proving he wasn’t a maniac. But hey, this was going to be fun to watch.

  Chapter 3

  Prue laughed as she sat on the edge of the fountain, taking a bite of her burrito before chasing it down with her lemonade. The dance club had closed about an hour ago, and she and Mr. Gorgeous had closed it down. They’d danced right until the end, not sitting down once. Prue had been more than happy to stay on her feet since it meant the big hands of her partner had stayed—and strayed—all over her, from her lower back to her butt. Each caress had caused a molten streak of desire to ignite deep in Prue’s gut, and judging from the big dick she could feel pressing into her as they danced, Mr. Gorgeous had been just as affected.

  After the club closed and the bouncers started shepherding people out, Prue found she really didn’t want the evening to end. She’d breathed a sigh of relief when Mr. Gorgeous had asked if she was hungry, and now the two of them were cuddled close on a stone bench, munching companionably on Mexican late-night takeout while they occasionally got sprayed by a stray gust of wind that carried mist from the fountain their way.

  She’d been tickled to realize that while Mr. Gorgeous didn’t seem to ever come out of Dom mode, he had a wicked sense of humor. He’d kept her giggling since they’d sat down, and Prue found herself wishing for the first time ever that she didn’t have to get back to her friends. She really wondered where the evening would go if she went home with this man.

  “Earth to Prue.”

  Prue snapped out of her reverie, blushing as she realized she’d been staring at Mr. Gorgeous’s mouth. “Sorry, what was that?”

  “I asked if you were still hungry.” His lush mouth quirked in a sardonic smile, and Prue mentally slapped herself. She didn’t want to be one in a line of women she was sure stared at him, and she was sure that line was never ending.

  “No, this really hit the spot.” Prue looked forlornly down at her wrapper, noticing that she’d finished the burrito. She was pretty well out of reasons to stay with him, and it felt like both of them knew it. “Are you still hungry?” Prue looked at him hopefully. She’d happily watch him eat if it meant she could stay with him a little longer.

  Mr. Gorgeous’s eyes glittered. “Starving.”

  Prue blushed. He obviously wasn’t talking about food, the way his frankly appreciative gaze swept from her eyes down to her breasts. She could feel his gaze there, and her nipples pebbled in response. They clearly liked his attention and were trying to outdo one another.

  He blinked and the moment was over. His eyes met Prue’s, and he sighed. “Well, Miss Prue, I think it’s time for me to get you home. I don’t really want to be in the middle of kissing you good night and find your friends waiting for me with baseball bats.”

  Prue’s heart skipped a beat. He was going to kiss her good night? “You’re going to kiss me good night?”

  The second the words were out, Prue glued her lips together, blushing furiously and wishing she could take them back. Smooth.

  Mr. Gorgeous’s expression cooled, and Prue felt him go deeper into Dom mode. She let her gaze drop, still biting her lips as she wrung her hands, twisting the wrapper and napkin she still held.

  “Yes, Prue, I’m going to kiss you good night. And you’re going to be a good girl and keep your hands on my shoulders, and you’re going to open that sexy mouth so I can rub my tongue against yours.”

  Prue’s mouth was wide open now, her jaw having fallen practically to the ground. No one had ever spoken to her like that before, and she found herself squirming as she pictured what he described.

  “Look at me.”

  Prue lifted her gaze to meet his, gasping when she saw the fire that burned in his bright blue eyes, making them look electric.

  “I can’t fuck you tonight, Prue. But I am going to get inside you.”

  * * * *

  Prue was a bundle of nerves as they made their way up to the front porch of the house she and her friends had rented for their vacation. She knew the girls, especially Cleo, would still be awake, waiting for her to come home, but she knew they’d be discreet. There’s no way any of them would barge out onto the porch and risk interrupting what Prue sincerely hoped would be a heavy make-out scene. She was aware of the taxi waiting to take Mr. Gorgeous back to wherever it was he’d come from, quite possibly heaven, and Prue knew the meter was running. She was a little irked that they were on a timer, but Mr. Gorgeous seemed to have no such reservations. He leisurely walked her up onto the porch, his hand once again stroking her lower back. Prue was practically dancing she was so aroused, the anticipation of his kiss nearly killing her.

  Mr. Gorgeous tugged Prue into a darkened corner of the porch, pressing Prue against the wall as he bent his head and buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. Prue was frozen, terrified to move lest she do something wrong and inadvertently stop him from continuing.

  “Remember what I said, sweetheart? What I told you you’re going to do?” His whisper was dark and dirty, and Prue’s pussy clenched frantically. She felt a wave of hot cream s
lide out of her as she nodded before placing her hands on his shoulders.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Mr. Gorgeous exhaled, the sound carefully controlled. “That’s right, Prue. Keep those dainty hands on my shoulders, but don’t open your mouth yet.”

  Prue stole a look at him, confused. His eyes glittered in the semi-darkness, and the look on his face was pure sin.

  “I said I was going to kiss you, sweetheart. I didn’t say I was going to start with your mouth.”

  And with that, Prue’s whole world spun out of control as the gorgeous man in front of her sank down to his knees, lifting her skirt and sliding a big finger down the crack of her ass to ease his way as he drew her thong down her legs.

  Prue clenched her hands frantically on his shoulders, remembering she was supposed to keep them there. Her breath came out in pants and gasps, and she was painfully aware that her friends might be able to hear the sounds she made from inside the house. She tangled her fingers in the fine fabric of his shirt and lowered her head so she could watch what he did to her.

  Mr. Gorgeous nosed his way into her pussy, inhaling deeply and grunting with satisfaction as he nudged her legs further apart, getting an eyeful of how wet she was for him. Prue nearly shot out of her skin as he used his big thumbs to part her labia, extending his tongue and treating her to a velvety lick. She mewled. She cried out softly as he withdrew.

  “Now, Prue, I believe I instructed you to keep your mouth closed. We wouldn’t want your friends to think you were in any sort of distress. If you continue making those sweet little sounds, I’ll have to stop.”

  Prue whimpered softly, pressing her lips together and begging him with her eyes to lick her again. She was pretty sure she’d die if he stopped now. Like, she’d spontaneously combust and turn into a pile of ashes right here on the porch.