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

by Charlotte Smith

  Prue’s favorite part of the demonstration had been when Alejandro had moved on to the paddle, using it against Callie’s already-flaming ass. Callie had screamed her count after that, her legs shifting restlessly and forcing Alejandro to widen his stance between them in order to spread her further and keep her still. At some points during the scene he had taken hold of the plug stretching Callie’s ass and twirled it while delivering the swats, making her squeal and arch her back as she sought even more of the rough play. Prue found herself counting along with Callie breathlessly, anticipating each smack as if it was going to be delivered to her own ass.

  Once Alejandro had delivered the final swat and Callie had counted it, he had wasted no time and had flipped Callie neatly to her back, attaching a spreader bar to her ankles so she couldn’t close her legs. He had dismissed all of them then, telling them to practice what they’d learned and winking at the subs, inviting them to be as disobedient as they wanted. His attention had shifted back to Callie as the rest of the group left, and Prue was conscious of him crooning to his sub, telling her in a soft voice that he was proud of her. He was stroking her face and asking her if she was sorry as the door clicked shut behind Prue and Cyrus.

  Now, as Prue thought about her own newly discovered enjoyment of a little pain, she was in an agony of arousal as she anticipated what was coming. Cyrus had surprised her after the session when instead of taking her straight back to his house and spanking her silly he’d brought her to his office in the club. He’d deposited Prue in a chair, walking to his desk and sitting down, leaving Prue to fidget nervously as he ignored her completely and started taking care of club business.

  She’d watched him make a couple phone calls, fill out some paperwork, and call Lulu when he needed to ask her something, and all the while Prue sat, silent and squirmy with lust. She’d been sitting like that for at least an hour when Cyrus finally addressed her. He looked up at her, and Prue immediately stilled at the coldness in his eyes.

  “You’re restless, pet. Are you unhappy?”

  Prue didn’t quite know how to respond. “No, Sir, I’m not unhappy.” She blushed and dropped her gaze as his eyes took on a knowing look.

  “Does my pretty sub want to be punished?” Cyrus’s voice had cooled as well.

  “Yes, Sir.” Prue spoke barely above a whisper. As much as she craved his rough touch, wanted to see if punishment felt as good as it had looked on Callie, she felt strange voicing the request aloud.

  “What was that? Speak up, sub.” Cyrus’s voice sharpened.

  Prue sneaked a peek at him, not surprised to see the wicked gleam in his eyes. Cyrus was a dirty Dom, and he wanted to hear her say the words. She cleared her throat and tried again.

  “Yes, Sir, I want to be punished.”

  Cyrus looked at her, his face carefully blank. He’d schooled his features so perfectly Prue couldn’t tell what he was thinking at all. “And if I’ve changed my mind and don’t wish to punish you?”

  Prue bit her lip and thought hard. She knew he wanted to, knew the thought turned both of them on, but she didn’t know what kind of game he was playing with her.

  “Well, pet? What if I no longer wish to punish you?”

  Prue decided to gamble. She raised her gaze to meet Cyrus’s, staring him boldly in the eye and making him inhale sharply. She cocked an eyebrow at him, deliberately stroking her hand back and forth over her thigh, nudging her skirt up as she stroked higher and higher. She smiled wickedly at him as she spoke.

  “Then perhaps, Sir, I should give you a reason to punish me.”

  Cyrus’s look was all ice. “You know, pet, that you’re not permitted to come by your own hand while you’re in my care.”

  Prue reached a deliberate hand behind her, unzipping her dress slowly and hunching forward so it slid off her shoulders and pooled around her waist. She sucked a finger into her mouth, wetting it before drawing it down to trace circles around her straining nipple. Ooh, that feels good.

  “I wasn’t planning on asking your permission. Sir.” Prue put the tiniest emphasis on the Sir, making it sound just a little condescending. As she spoke she slid her hand higher under her skirt, pinching her nipple at the same time.

  Cyrus’s whole face had gone positively glacial. “You don’t know what you’re in for, pet. I’ll make what Alejandro did to Callie look like child’s play if you don’t stop.”

  Prue smirked at him. She didn’t believe him for a second. She’d picked up on his quickened breathing, noticing that his knuckles were white where he gripped his pencil. Cyrus might seem disinterested, but Prue was beginning to read him and knew he was aroused in the extreme. She decided to push him a little further, knowing she was pulling the lion’s tail.

  “Mmm.” Prue closed her eyes and threw her head back, letting her mouth go slack as she moaned. She peeked at Cyrus from under her lashes, allowing her hand to creep further toward her pussy but being careful to obstruct his view. She gasped as her hand met its goal. Her pussy was soaked, hypersensitive even to her own touch, and she forgot her plan to tease Cyrus as her awareness shifted to easing the ache between her thighs.

  * * * *

  Cyrus watched his errant sub, careful not to let any of his satisfaction show on his face. He’d never met a woman who responded so well to him, becoming aroused by his mere presence. He didn’t even have to touch Prue to know she wanted him badly. Hell, the memory of her convulsing on his cock told him all he needed to know about their sexual chemistry. All he’d done was stick it in her gorgeous pussy and she’d milked him as she’d come all over his dick, coating him down to his balls with her sweet juice.

  Cyrus allowed himself a small, triumphant smile as he sensed Prue’s attention shift from him to her own cunt, watching as her skirt rode up above her waist in her need to have her pussy filled. She nudged the saturated crotch of her thong aside and packed her tight cunt with her own slender fingers, and Cyrus sat back to watch the show, convinced she wouldn’t be able to get herself off no matter how hard she tried. Those slender digits were no match for the girth of his dick, and unless she went against her own desires and slid her whole hand into her pussy, she’d be clenching uselessly.

  Cyrus watched her reach the same conclusion as she moaned in frustration, lifting her hips and pumping her fingers into her tight slit, swirling them through the creamy lips and putting on a hell of a show. She lifted her breast with her other hand, making Cyrus’s mouth water as she bent her head to the ripe tip of her tit, the swollen berry puckered and hard from her own ministrations. She opened her lush mouth and sucked her nipple inside.

  Not knowing where to look, Cyrus absently rubbed his cock through his pants to take the edge of his lust. Soon. His eyes darted from her suckling mouth to her pillaging fingers, her muffled moans a lovely harmony for the squishy sounds her fingers made as they curled and pumped inside her.

  Cyrus decided in that moment that his sub had had enough. So had he, for that matter. He stood, smiling slightly that Prue was so far gone in her single-minded determination to come that she hadn’t even noticed him stand up. He took advantage of her inattention and walked swiftly to where she sat, kneeling in front of her.

  “No, pet, you’re doing it wrong. Let me show you how it’s done.”

  * * * *

  Prue’s eyes flew open as she heard Cyrus’s words, shocked to see him kneeling between her spread legs. She’d been so focused on her own pleasure she hadn’t heard him move, and she realized belatedly that she might have gone a little far with her teasing. She wondered briefly what Cyrus meant by showing her how it was done, and screamed in the next instant as he took it upon himself to demonstrate.

  Prue writhed on the chair as Cyrus dragged her down toward his mouth, reaching up with one hand to pinch and roll the nipple she’d been sucking, pumping two thick fingers straight into her needy pussy and latching onto her clit with his lips after tugging her thong down her legs. He played briefly around the opening to her pussy with his other t
wo fingers, coating them liberally with her cream before driving them straight up into her ass, at the same time delivering a hard pinch to her nipple and letting her clit ride the edge of his teeth.

  It took Prue a moment to realize that the babbling praise she could hear all around her fell from her own mouth, begging Cyrus to continue and telling him how good it felt.

  “Please, Sir, bite my clit. Fuck your fingers in my ass and pussy and bite my clit!”

  Cyrus grunted, acquiescing to her demands in his own time, in his own way. He scissored his fingers in her pussy and ass, sucking on her clit gently before rolling it between his teeth in a punishing grip that had her legs jerking spasmodically.

  Prue latched onto his hair with both hands, not forcing him closer but not pulling him away either. She just wanted to ride this wave with him, wanted to feel as close to him as possible as he dominated her body. She squealed as he began pinching her nipple in rhythm with his nips and sucks on her clit, and she felt her whole body jump each time he applied pressure. She found herself unconsciously fighting the urge to come, and she realized that while she was willing to push Cyrus, she didn’t want to disobey him to that extent. She wanted to be punished, but she didn’t want Cyrus to be unhappy with her.

  Cyrus seemed to know that she was fighting back her orgasm, and he doubled his efforts, thrusting and scissoring his fingers in time with his oral ministrations. Prue panted as she held on, squeezing her eyes closed as she fought not to go over that sweet, mind-numbing edge into the abyss of sensation that awaited her. She knew she was fighting a losing battle as Cyrus slowed his strokes in her pussy and ass, sliding his fingers into her holes at the same time as he gently pinched her nipple and delivered small, loving licks to her clit. She gritted her teeth, ultimately deciding that she’d risk his wrath, come now, and pay the price later, when with an audible pop he released her clit from the warm heaven of his mouth. Rebelling against the loss of the liquid suction, Prue shamelessly arched her hips toward him, startled when he withdrew his fingers from her pussy and ass.

  “I think that’s quite enough for you, pet. You’ve been very bad.” Cyrus licked his fingers clean, making Prue shudder at the sheer nastiness of the action.

  She whimpered as Cyrus reached down and tugged her to stand up, adjusting her dress and zipping it up for her. She knew she moved like a rag doll as he tucked her hand into his, gently shepherding her out of his office.

  “Time to go home, pet.” Cyrus clicked off the light and tugged the door closed behind him, making Prue stumble as he actually seemed to expect her to walk back to his house in her state of extreme arousal.

  Cyrus shook his head at her clumsiness. “Come on, pet, one foot in front of the other.”

  Prue glared at his back, not brave enough to glare at his face. She’d been so close to coming! She tossed her head, determined to save face. She knew she was in for it when they got back to Cyrus’s house, but for the moment they weren’t playing, and she decided that the best revenge would be for her to pull herself together and act totally unaffected. With supreme effort she marshaled herself, forcing herself to walk as naturally as if she didn’t have a delightful mixture of Cyrus’s saliva and her own juices coating the insides of her legs and the crack of her ass. She took deliberate steps, loving the liquid slide of her inner thighs, smiling at everyone they passed on their way out of the club. She didn’t really see any of them, focused as she was on how good it felt to be this wet, but later she’d be proud of herself for seeming so natural.

  She grimaced in the next moment. Cyrus had clearly picked up on her attempt to save face, and Prue’s eyes fluttered closed briefly as her Dom found a way to thwart her. His diabolical hand snaked up the back of her dress lightning fast, tugging her thong right up the crack of her ass. The motion had her clit trapped tightly beneath the silky fabric, the thong itself sliding back and forth from Prue’s anus to her clit, making her miss her footing and lean into Cyrus.

  “Upsy-daisy, pet.” Cyrus wrapped a protective arm around Prue, dragging her closer to him and making her gasp. He leaned against her, brushing his mouth against her ear. “Almost there.”

  Prue shuddered at the double entendre. She was grateful as they finally reached the door to Cyrus’s house, even though she knew she was in for no small amount of punishment. Her befuddled mind was focused on her raging need to come, and she found herself thinking strangely optimistic thoughts about her impending punishment. I mean, after all, how bad can it be?

  Chapter 15

  Prue answered her own question fifteen minutes later. Really fucking bad.

  “Comfortable, pet?” Cyrus was wearing only his leathers, his bare chest and long hair making him seem more than a little scary. More scary than usual, Prue amended.

  Prue swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”

  Cyrus laughed softly. “No you’re not, pet, and you’re not supposed to be. What I want to know is if you’re in pain.”

  Prue looked up at Cyrus through eyes that felt positively fogged with lust. “No, Sir, I’m not in pain.”

  “Brave girl,” Cyrus crooned. “That’s my pet.”

  Prue felt the praise warm her to her toes. She inhaled deeply as she took in her position.

  Cyrus had ushered her straight to the playroom once they’d entered his house, ordering Prue into her submissive position as he walked around the room, readying the equipment he’d need. Prue hadn’t dared to look up to see what he was doing, and when he’d returned to stand in front of her, she wasn’t brave enough to sneak a peek.

  On Cyrus’s command Prue had shed her dress, shoes, and thong, hanging the dress before undressing Cyrus as well. She’d had a hard time not letting her hands explore his hard planes and bunched muscles, but he hadn’t told her to touch him beyond what it took to get his clothes off.

  He’d walked her, both of them naked, to a padded platform on the floor where he’d instructed her to find her position once more. Prue had sunk to her knees, grateful for the padding under them, while Cyrus had attached a pair of leather cuffs to her wrists. He’d pulled them tight before looping them together with a nylon rope that dangled from the ceiling, tugging the rope so that Prue had to raise her hands over her head. The rope ran through a ring on the ceiling, securing her so that she was raised high on her knees with her hands reaching up in the cuffs. Cyrus completed his preparations by securing a spreader bar to her legs just above her knees, forcing her legs to stay spread wide as she knelt on the padded platform. He’d left her for a moment, leaving her in an agony of anticipation as she waited to see where he’d gone. She could hear him behind her, but since he was out of her line of vision, she was unable to see what he was doing, and it had almost killed her. When he’d returned, he was wearing his leathers with his hair down around his shoulders, his sexy tattoos on display.

  Cyrus was twirling something in his hands, and Prue gulped as she realized it was a butt plug. It wasn’t as big as the one Alejandro had used on Callie, but it wasn’t as small as the ones she was used to.

  “Have you ever had your ass plugged, pet?” Cyrus somehow managed to make the dirty question sound sweet, erasing Prue’s embarrassment.

  Prue looked up at him with trust. “Yes, Sir. I plug my ass when I pleasure myself.”

  Cyrus’s gaze was cold. “Then this won’t be new for you.”

  Prue looked at the plug with apprehension. “That’s a bigger plug than I’m used to, Sir.”

  “And my cock is bigger than the plug, little sub. And since I fully intend to ream that luscious ass, your tiny asshole will need to be stretched.”

  Prue swallowed, the bluntness of Cyrus’s words sending a myriad of sparks skittering through her system, arousing her anew. “Yes, Sir.”

  “We’ll need to lube this plug before I shove it up your ass.” Cyrus held the plug between his big index finger and thumb, twirling it back and forth. “Open your mouth, sub.”

  Prue’s mouth fell open on a moan. She’d never done anything so erotic in h
er life, especially since she knew she’d be actively participating in her own punishment.

  Cyrus wasted no time, inserting the butt plug between Prue’s lips. “Suck, pet. Get this plug nice and wet so I can put it in that dainty asshole of yours.”

  Prue sucked the plug. She ran her tongue over it, exploring the tapered end and where it flared out before narrowing at the base. She drew her lips back the length of the plug, comparing its girth to that of Cyrus’s cock, depositing saliva on every surface she could reach.

  “Good girl,” Cyrus crooned, “we’ll see if we can’t put your talented mouth to better use soon.” He withdrew the plug from Prue’s mouth, a long string of saliva following it from her lips as Cyrus drew it down between her breasts to trace the tip of it teasingly above her pubic bone as he knelt in front of her.

  “I don’t know, I think we could get this plug a little more lubed up. I wouldn’t want you to have too big a bite of pain, pet.” Cyrus continued his slow journey, the wet path he traced down to Prue’s pussy becoming cold as her saliva dried.

  Prue knelt perfectly still as Cyrus fitted the tapered tip of the butt plug to the soft opening of her pussy, rotating it slowly so it got covered with her cream.

  “You see, pet, this is part of your punishment as well.” Cyrus looked deep into Prue’s eyes as he spoke, never stopping the slow movement of the plug as he pressed it into her slit. “It’s smooth, so it’s not going to stimulate you, but it will remind you of how it feels to have a full pussy.”

  Prue moaned as Cyrus withdrew the plug. Her pussy clenched uselessly at the smooth surface, and she cried out as it was removed entirely. She stilled as Cyrus stood up, circling around her to kneel behind her. He reached up and released one end of the rope, giving Prue enough slack that she pitched forward as her arms were freed. Cyrus kept a hand on her lower back, pressing her down as she would have righted herself.