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

by Charlotte Smith

  “She is a gem,” the receptionist acknowledged. The woman smiled. “I’m sure we could charge twice as much for her services and no one would bat an eye.”

  Prue did a double take. She was probably reading into it, but the receptionist’s words seemed to have a deeper meaning, and Prue was astounded as the woman chuckled to herself as if reminded of an inside joke.

  Remembering she was supposed to be totally empty headed, Prue joined in the woman’s laughter. “I certainly would!” Prue fished a bill out of her purse, handing it to the receptionist. “Please see that she gets this.” Blowing a kiss at the receptionist, Prue turned and left the spa. She had a very, very bad feeling about this, and she was hoping beyond hope that there was another, less sinister explanation. Taking a deep breath, Prue released her tension, and with it her fears. She had nothing to substantiate them at this point. For all she knew Lulu was right, and the receptionist didn’t want to book her an appointment with Violet in case she got a better job elsewhere in the meantime.

  Brightening at the thought, Prue checked her cellphone, seeing that it was almost time for her next session with Alejandro to begin. She shivered with anticipation, already a little aroused as she pondered what they’d be working on today. She thought about sitting through the session with Cyrus and doubled her step, excited to get the party started, her heart pounding as she fantasized about practicing whatever she was taught. She and Cyrus had all afternoon and evening, not to mention all day tomorrow, and Prue hoped he wouldn’t have to work for too much of it. She rather hoped he’d be working her instead.

  Chapter 13

  Cyrus sat, feeling like a caged lion as he waited for Prue to arrive. Most of the other Doms had already arrived with their subs, and Alejandro and Callie were already at the front of the room. Hardly anyone had acknowledged Cyrus, and that was honestly the way he liked it. Callie and Alejandro had said hello as they entered, Callie gushing about how awesome Prue’s dance class had been that morning. Cyrus had glowered so fiercely over her comments that she’d faltered, ultimately falling silent and hiding behind her massive Dom, who had glared at Cyrus for frightening his sub.

  Cyrus had glared back, unwilling to tell Alejandro that the reason for his crappy mood was that he’d woken up alone that morning. He’d been dreaming of Prue, of fucking her brains out, and he’d woken up with a raging hard-on he’d planned to use on the object of his subconscious lust. When he’d rolled over to find the rest of the bed empty, he’d gotten up to look for her, walking naked through the whole damn house before admitting to himself that she wasn’t there.

  After that he’d panicked. He’d berated himself for being too hard on her the night before, for acting like a total caveman instead of the considerate Dom he prided himself on being. He’d run through the night they’d shared, his cock throbbing as he relived the myriad ways he’d fucked her. He’d done her from behind—twice—and had contorted her gorgeous, pliant body into as many positions as he could think of that would allow him to press his cock deeper into her molten core. He’d pressed her legs to her chest, enjoying the way her soft, tiny pussy had fisted his cock in that position, and he’d ultimately pulled her limp form on top of him, tucking her knees close to his sides and forcing her to ride his dick as he thrust up into her. After they’d both come that last time, she’d passed out sprawled on his chest. Cyrus had slept with her like that, aware of each and every time the sweaty beauty moved on him in her sleep, the lush cheeks of her ass grazing the head of his still-hard dick.

  After assuring himself that he hadn’t hurt Prue, when Cyrus had finally forced himself to think, Cyrus had looked at the clock and found it much later than he’d thought, realizing that Prue must have gotten up to teach her dance class. Cyrus had ground his teeth over that one. He’d wanted to watch her, and was seriously put out that she hadn’t woken him before she’d left.

  Controlling his emotions, Cyrus channeled all his ire into beginning a tally for his sweet sub. He knew the order in which Alejandro usually taught the sessions in this course, and he was smug as he thought about what his pet was in for tonight.

  Speak of the devil.

  In this case, Cyrus’s gorgeous devil walked into the room, sweetly breathless as if she’d been running. Her breath hitched as she met his eyes, and he was gratified when she blushed a luscious pink before her gaze dropped and she began walking toward him. He grimaced as his cock swelled anew. Yes, he was really looking forward to tonight. He held his hand out to his sub, pleased as she immediately took it. He gestured without saying a word, knowing he was a hell of a masochist, and stilled as Prue sank gracefully into his lap.

  * * * *

  Approximately six seconds in Cyrus’s presence and Prue could already feel her pussy softening in preparation to receive his dick. She loved the commanding presence he exuded, thrilled beyond belief that he wanted her to sit on his lap during the session. She felt the now-familiar bolt of electricity sizzle from where he touched her hand, zinging through her body and settling as a burn in her pussy. Settling herself into his lap, smelling his irresistible scent, and feeling all those yummy muscles bunch beneath her had Prue more than content to let Cyrus arrange her on his lap however he wanted.

  How he wanted turned out to be more than a little naughty. From the moment she sat down, Prue was conscious that Cyrus was shifting her subtly, positioning her body over his in some way that made sense to him but definitely not to her. When he finally sat still, Prue blushed anew at the spectacle they must present to everyone else in the room. She sneaked a peek at the others, breathing a sigh of relief as she saw that none of them were paying her any mind at all. In fact, many of the couples seemed to be engaged in similar activities, making Prue relax. When in Rome…

  Cyrus had draped Prue across his lap so that her legs were outside of his, her back against his chest, and although he kept his knees close together for the moment, Prue was conscious that with a single movement he could spread her wide, putting her cunt on display for anyone who chose to look. Scandalized, Prue felt a trickle of cream escape her labia to tickle her upper thigh as she realized that the idea of Cyrus putting her on display was arousing in the extreme. She thought about him allowing others to watch what he did to her and squirmed, the heat in her pussy becoming unbearable.

  Much to Prue’s chagrin, Cyrus stopped her motions with a well-placed hand on her inner thigh. He spread his knees ever so slightly, forcing her own legs to part, and slid one of his big, callused hands from her knee to just under the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up to midthigh. He adjusted the skirt of her dress so that nothing would be revealed, but Prue was breathless with anticipation, wondering if his wicked hand would forage further under her skirt toward her aching pussy. She imagined his big fingers slipping into her creamy channel, twisting and curling, and she bit her lip to stifle the moan that rose in her throat.

  A moment later, as she was still alternately hoping for Cyrus to touch her pussy and hoping that he’d remove his hand from her leg altogether, he added another layer to the torment by skimming his other hand to rest lightly on her waist, his big thumb sweeping up to caress the sensitive outside of her breast. Prue jumped under the unexpected contact, the only thing keeping her in his lap the hand that stroked so sweetly against her inner thigh.

  “Lean back against me.” The order from Cyrus was whispered directly into Prue’s ear, followed up by a sharp nip that had Prue jumping again.

  She leaned back gingerly, resting her head against Cyrus’s shoulder and allowing her body to relax. A dull throb had taken up residence in her needy pussy, and her nipple felt like it was about to poke through her dress, but she managed to obey Cyrus nonetheless.

  “Good girl.” Cyrus punctuated the compliment with a soft kiss on the side of Prue’s neck, and she unintentionally rolled her head to the side, granting him even greater access to her flesh. She heard him chuckle softly before he repeated the gesture, and Prue felt her eyes flutter closed. She could care less tha
t they were in a room full of people. She needed to fuck now.

  The thought was short lived as Alejandro cleared his throat and the conversations died down as everyone prepared to watch and listen. There was a breathless air of expectation in the room, and Prue found the combination of the air, heavy with lust, and Cyrus’s continued motions to be an aphrodisiac like none other. She swallowed, counting the minutes until she and Cyrus would be back in bed.

  “Welcome once again.” Alejandro smiled at everyone, although Prue noticed there was a subtle difference in his demeanor today. He seemed more Dom than he had yesterday.

  “I trust all of you have signed your contracts, and have had the pleasure of getting acquainted.” Alejandro smirked at the giggles and growls. “Today we begin with the most basic session, and one of the most important as you move forward together. Callie, present yourself to me.”

  Prue watched, wide eyed, as beautiful Callie moved forward confidently, bending over a low table set up at the front of the room. She was wearing a short skirt that rode up, and Prue heard gasps as her naked pussy peeked out from underneath the small garment. She placed her hands flat on the table, supporting her weight on her hands as Alejandro tugged her hips backward and pressed her shoulders down until her cheek was resting on the table as well. He tugged her skirt up and rolled it to rest above her waist.

  With no more preamble, Alejandro stepped behind his sub, and Prue watched openmouthed as his hand reared back and came down hard on one of Callie’s bottom cheeks. The loud crack reverberated through the room, accompanied by gasps and cries from the subs and groans and grunts from the Doms. Callie had closed her eyes, her mouth opening a little as she absorbed the impact of that mighty spank. Prue’s eyes darted to her ass, the pink skin oddly pretty.

  Alejandro stood behind Callie, one hand rubbing the pink flesh of his sub’s ass. “Today’s lesson, if you didn’t guess, is about punishment.”

  Prue gulped. She was aware of Cyrus’s cock twitching beneath her. It seemed like this was a big turn-on for him. Prue quietly turned her head and tipped it up to Cyrus’s face. “Sir?”

  Cyrus leaned down toward her. “Yes, pet?”

  Prue gathered her courage. “Is that something you want to do to me?”

  Cyrus’s grip tightened briefly on her thigh before he resumed his stroking half an inch higher, and his cock hardened even more. “Yes, pet, I want to do that to you very much. And lucky for me you’ve been a bad girl today, so it looks like my wish is going to come true tonight.”

  Prue felt her mouth drop open. She’d been bad today? How? With a sinking feeling she wondered if the receptionist at the spa had told Cyrus about how pushy she’d been with regard to Violet. “I’ve been bad, Sir?”

  Cyrus’s words caressed Prue’s ear, his tongue darting out to trace the path his mouth took as he whispered to her. “I had to shower alone this morning, pet. How was I supposed to wash my back when you didn’t bother to invite me when you had your turn?”

  Prue fought back a hysterical giggle. Cyrus wasn’t mad at her about Violet, but she’d be getting punished anyway. She sobered quickly, returning her attention to Alejandro and Callie.

  Alejandro was still rubbing Callie’s pink cheek, allowing the subs and their Doms to absorb his words. “Your contracts feature some non-negotiable elements including protocol and other expectations. Doms, if your subs do not fulfill their contractual obligations, it is your right—and obligation—to punish them for it. And”—Alejandro leered—“you are the Dominant in the relationship, so if you want to punish your subbie just to make her ass pink, feel free.”

  Alejandro turned back to Callie. “Sub,” he barked, “why are you being punished?”

  Prue watched Callie’s face as she swallowed audibly. “Because, Master, I teased you about what I learned in dance class this morning but I didn’t show you.”

  Prue gasped. She felt responsible for Callie being punished!

  As if he read her thoughts, Cyrus leaned down again to whisper in Prue’s ear. “Not to worry, pet, Callie was going to get punished today no matter what. Your dance class is a gift for both of them.”

  Prue looked up at him incredulously. “How do you figure?”

  Cyrus’s eyes cooled. “She wants to be punished, and he wants to punish her. You gave them both the means to get what they want. Now hush and learn.”

  Prue turned her attention back to the demonstration, trying to puzzle out Cyrus’s meaning. Callie wanted to be spanked hard? Prue knew about pleasurable spanking, but this was a whole new ballgame for her.

  Alejandro spoke once more, dragging Prue’s attention back to the present. “That’s correct, sub. You’ll take five from my hand for that.” Alejandro paused. “You’ll also take five from my paddle for failing to count.”

  Callie gasped, and Prue was surprised to see that her exposed pussy had started to glisten with moisture. “Yes, Master.”

  Alejandro turned to the other subs and Doms. “As you see, spanking is a common form of punishment, and Doms may tailor it as they wish to suit the needs of their subs. Callie’s a pain slut, so I know I can go a little harder with her than some of you may be able to do with your subs, and I can also move to a paddle rather than my bare hand. Callie can also take crops and canes.

  “Each Dom will have the opportunity to experiment with different implements, just as each sub will have the chance to learn what she finds tolerable. Some Doms prefer the contact of their hands against their subs’ asses, while others graduate right up to a whip, what we call a cat.” Alejandro nodded at Cyrus, and Prue was conscious as Cyrus nodded back. She remembered the demonstration of his skill with a whip her first night at Cuero.

  “There are many things a Dom can do to tweak punishment for his sub so that it is more or less painful. Other equipment can be introduced as part of punishment including clamps, weights, beads, plugs, and anything else you dream up.”

  Prue, already apprehensive, felt her eyes go huge as Alejandro retrieved an object from a table at the front.

  “Permit me to demonstrate.” Alejandro twirled the object in his hands, grabbing a bottle of lube from the table as well and applying the slippery substance liberally to the cone he held. “Callie,” Alejandro drawled, “did you forget to count on purpose because you knew I’d add more to your tally?”

  Prue watched as Callie bit her lip. “Yes, Master.” The words were spoken in a small voice, and Callie seemed to know that she’d screwed up large.

  Alejandro tossed the bottle of lube back to the table and moved to stand between his sub’s spread legs. “Just as I thought. You’re a very naughty girl. You know what naughty girls get?”

  Callie closed her eyes before answering. “What do naughty girls get, Master?”

  Alejandro turned to the spectators, his tone serious. “Naughty girls don’t get to come.”

  “Nooooo!” Callie wailed.

  Alejandro gave her a sharp smack on her already-pink ass cheek. “Quiet or I’ll gag you.”

  Callie whimpered once before pressing her lips together, and Prue saw that the woman’s pussy was positively soaked. Prue was surprised to find herself getting turned on, watching the scene happening in front of her.

  Alejandro addressed the spectators once more. “It’s common practice during punishment for a Dom to deny his sub an orgasm. That way she’ll feel the burn of her ass getting spanked, and she’ll feel the ache of an empty pussy.”

  Alejandro, still standing between Callie’s spread legs, turned his attention back to her. “Callie,” he growled, “you’ve added to your punishment by trying to top from the bottom. Now I’m going to spank you, paddle you, deny you an orgasm, and I’m going to plug your ass while I do it.”

  Callie gasped as Alejandro pressed the large cone he was holding to Callie’s bottom hole, spreading her cheeks with his other hand. He moved leisurely, stroking the plug in and out of Callie’s anus in tiny increments, speaking to the others the whole time.

  “Anal
play warrants a session of its own, but in the interest of time, I prefer to combine it with punishment. Callie’s played perfectly into my hand, so to speak, for me to show you both at once.”

  The big plug had stretched Callie’s asshole almost obscenely wide, and Alejandro held the widest part just inside her anus, making her moan and pant. Prue was pretty sure she could see Callie’s legs shaking.

  “Callie and I have moved far into the realm of anal play, so she’s able to take a plug this size with only some discomfort. You will all find full sets of training plugs in your playrooms should you wish to use them during your time with us.” Alejandro watched the huge plug disappear into Callie’s ass, twirling the base and making her groan before stepping back.

  “Callie dear,” Alejandro said, his voice honeyed.

  “Y–yes, Master?” Callie’s voice shook just a little as she responded.

  “You will remember to count this time. And if you come, there will be hell to pay.”

  Chapter 14

  An hour later, Prue was shaking as she and Cyrus walked hand in hand through the club, surprising Prue that they didn’t seem to be heading back to Cyrus’s house. The walk had been totally silent as Prue replayed the scene between Callie and Alejandro over and over again in her mind, and Cyrus brooded about who knew what.

  Alejandro had spanked Callie hard after he’d inserted the huge butt plug deep into her rectum, his measured swats counted out by Callie each time he delivered one. Callie’s voice had shaken the whole time. Prue had also been surprisingly aroused watching the spectacle the couple presented, knowing that Callie enjoyed receiving her Dom’s beating as much as he enjoyed delivering it. Her dripping pussy had been evidence enough of her enjoyment. And Prue blushed as she remembered the way Alejandro’s cock had tented the front of his leathers, the intimacy of the moment ratcheting up Prue’s arousal as she saw how hot for each other the two were.