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

by Charlotte Smith

  Prue moaned but didn’t answer. Cyrus’s eyes narrowed. That was unacceptable. He brought all motion to a standstill, his dick pulled out so just the head remained in Prue’s pussy. He tugged the plug from her ass so it, too, was just barely resting inside her.

  “I asked you a question, pet. I won’t move until you answer me.”

  Prue cried out, clearly unhappy about feeling so empty. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Call me Cyrus.” He twirled the plug, not penetrating her deeper but making sure she felt the motion.

  Prue moaned long and loud. “Yes, Cyrus, my ass is milking the plug.”

  “Do you like how it feels to have your ass stuffed while I fuck this pussy?”

  “Oh god, Cyrus, yes!”

  “Can you imagine how good it’s going to be when I stuff your cunt with a vibrator and pack your ass full of cock?”

  Prue whimpered. “I can’t wait.”

  Cyrus could feel how needy her pussy was. It was creaming all around him, bathing him in Prue’s sweet nectar as he felt the silky walls of her pussy contract around the head of his cock. His sub obviously liked when he talked dirty. He was grateful she liked sex dirty, too, because his cock was ready to burst, the cum churning through his balls.

  Cyrus tugged Prue’s hands back behind her, noticing she drooled a little on the bed as her face was pressed heavily into the cover. He trapped her hands behind her lower back as he leaned carefully over her, not allowing his cock to slip further inside but slowly replacing the butt plug. He feathered a kiss over her back. “Beg me.”

  Prue obviously didn’t have to be told twice, and she began babbling the words guaranteed to make Cyrus go over the edge. “Please, Cy! Pleasepleaseplease, I need your cock in my pussy. Please plug my ass and fuck my cunt!”

  Cyrus reared up to kneel behind her once more. “Hold yourself open for me, pet. Spread these pretty cheeks and play with the plug while I fuck you.”

  Prue’s delicate fingers reached down, and Cyrus was treated to a naughty show as she spread the cheeks of her ass apart, revealing the base of the plug to his greedy gaze.

  “Wider.”

  Prue whimpered, her hands tugging her cheeks apart until Cyrus could see the skin was stretched taut around her open asshole. His vision misted as she reached inward with a single finger, pressing on the plug and moaning.

  Cyrus returned his grip to Prue’s hips, shoving her forward before pulling her back hard against his engorged dick. He felt Prue’s creamy cunt gush around him, felt the press of the plug from the tight channel of her ass, and he was off. Pistoning his hips and alternately shoving Prue forward and hauling her back, Cyrus only had ears for the slap of flesh against wet flesh as he fucked his sub. They grunted and moaned together, a mindless, savage rutting of two people pushed beyond humanity and into the realm of animals, and Cyrus growled as he felt the cum begin to slip from his balls and into the stalk of his cock. He redoubled his efforts, not wanting the delicious torment to end, and he was conscious that he lifted Prue’s hips right off the bed in his need to plumb her deeper.

  “Come, sub,” Cyrus gritted out, “you fucking come for me right now.” He thrust savagely as he felt Prue’s pussy start to contract, the strength of the muscles massaging the seed out of his cock.

  “Oh god Cyrus, yes!” Prue wailed her release, her hands never losing their grip as she pushed frantically at the plug in her ass.

  Cyrus threw his head back and groaned as he erupted inside her, emptying his balls into her liquid heat. When he was spent and Prue had collapsed to the mattress, Cyrus spread the cheeks of her ass, catching her soft moan as he gently withdrew the plug. He watched her little asshole wink closed, promising that little rosebud he’d be seeing it again very soon.

  Taking the plug to be cleaned, Cyrus picked up his sleepy sub, ignoring her protests and carrying her up the stairs to his bathroom. He deposited her in the tub, turning on the tap so that warm water began to cascade over her, and he made quick work of giving the butt plug a thorough cleaning and discarding the condom. Leaving the toy to dry, Cyrus walked back over to the tub where Prue now reclined, half-asleep, and stepped into the warm water after closing the faucet. She grumbled a little as Cyrus shuffled her around to sit between his legs. Cyrus didn’t care. He took aftercare just as seriously as play, and his sub had been through a lot tonight.

  She sighed as he grabbed a sea sponge and began running it over her body, one limb at a time. “Cyrus?” Her voice was sleepy, content, and satiated.

  “Hmm?” Cyrus stilled as her head lolled against his chest.

  “What if I’m bad a lot?”

  Cyrus snorted at the question. “I have no doubt you will be, pet. I foresee a lot of punishment in your future.”

  Prue nodded. “I was afraid of that.”

  Cyrus smiled. She sounded so damn serious. “Some Doms with really naughty subs—like you, pet—do what’s called maintenance. Maybe we should consider it.” Cyrus could practically feel as Prue perked up, latching onto what he was saying.

  “Maintenance? What’s that?”

  Cyrus went back to washing her, aware that his cock was showing signs of life again. Punishing Prue really flipped his switch.

  “Maintenance is a form of daily punishment where a Dom punishes his sub either in anticipation of trouble she might get into, or anything she’s done that she’s forgotten to tell him about.”

  Prue sucked her lip between her teeth, clearly mulling it over. “So I’d get punished, say, every evening rather than when I misbehaved?”

  Cyrus laughed softly over her hopeful tone. “Nice try, pet.” He grinned as he could practically feel her chagrin. “I’d still punish you for infractions you committed in my presence, and for anything major that was brought to my attention. Think of maintenance as a beating I’d give you for all the little things you’ll do when I’m not around. I’m sure there will be dozens.”

  Cyrus laughed as Prue squeaked in outrage, struggling to get out of his lap but only succeeding in splashing water onto the floor.

  “See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about.” Damn, Cyrus loved punishing Prue. She was so fun to frighten, especially when he knew her fear morphed right into desire. “Now I’m going to have to punish you for wasting your bathwater.”

  Prue settled down into his lap once more, and Cyrus went back to cleaning her.

  “Cy?” Prue’s voice was tentative.

  Cyrus couldn’t believe how much he liked when she called him that, especially when her voice was as breathy and nervous as it was now.

  “Yes, pet?”

  “I think maintenance is a good idea.” Cyrus heard the hesitation in her voice, and his dick jumped in response to her vulnerability.

  “I agree.” Cyrus allowed his hands to cup her breasts, palming the slippery globes under the water and making Prue gasp. “But I don’t think once a day is going to be enough for you, pet. I suspect you’re going to get into all sorts of trouble.”

  Prue squeaked in outrage, but Cyrus pinched her nipples warningly and he was pleased to see she pressed her lips together.

  “I’m going to spank you once in the morning. That will cover any minor infractions you incur up until lunch.” Cyrus went back to stroking Prue’s breasts, allowing one of his hands to drift down to her abdomen, where he traced lazy circles under the water that edged ever closer to her pussy.

  “I’ll also spank you once at night before bed, for anything you’ve done throughout the afternoon and evening.” He dipped a finger into Prue’s pussy, pleased that she was slick with her own juice once more. “Five swats each time, and of course I’ll determine your punishment separately for anything serious.”

  Prue was writhing in his lap now, and he was grateful to have a sub who took so well to discipline.

  “Shall we add maintenance to our contract, pet?”

  Prue sighed as Cyrus added another finger. “Yes, please, Cyrus.” She stilled for a moment. “Cyrus?”

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  “Can we start tomorrow please?”

  Cyrus laughed. “Yes, pet. You’ve been punished enough for one night.” He paused. “But don’t do anything to tempt me.”

  Chapter 17

  Prue woke up feeling luxuriously happy. She stretched languorously, being careful to avoid Cyrus as she raised her arms up above her head. She knew better than to think she could get away without waking him up this morning, but she didn’t think she’d fare any better if she woke him up with a flailing arm to the head. Prue frowned. Come to think of it, she had no idea how to go about waking Cyrus up. She smirked as a number of extremely mischievous ideas played through her head. She considered ice cubes and cold water, then had to stifle a giggle as she pictured retrieving two pot lids from the kitchen and clanging them together like cymbals. That idea was really tempting. If I’m getting punished twice a day anyway, I might as well earn it. Prue squeaked as a hard pinch gripped her bottom.

  “Whatever you’re thinking about doing, stop it right now.” Cyrus’s voice was gruff with sleep.

  Prue covered her mouth with her hands, giggling in earnest now.

  Cyrus groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. “You know what, don’t even tell me what you were thinking about. I don’t want to know, do I?”

  Prue shook her head, biting her lip against more laughter.

  Cyrus rolled to his side, propping his head on his arm and regarding her with a stern look in his eyes that didn’t fool Prue for a second. She could see the mirth dancing in his baby blues.

  “Good morning, Sir.” Prue grinned smugly at Cyrus. Even the idea of waking Cyrus up in any of those ways made her feel naughty. She loved having this as a secret.

  Cyrus sighed. “I’m glad we added maintenance to our contract. I can practically feel my hair going gray.” He shook his head in mock disappointment. “Oh well, at least we’ll start on the right foot. Present yourself, pet.”

  Prue’s laughter died on her lips, her smug feeling replaced almost instantly by the jangle of nervous arousal she seemed to feel all the time with Cyrus. She didn’t hesitate at all before scanning the room, looking for a flat surface to bend herself over so Cyrus could spank her.

  Before she could get up, Cyrus stopped her with a hand on her arm. “No, pet, I’d like you to present yourself to me on the bed. Crawl down to the footboard and hang onto that, shoulders down and ass in the air.”

  Prue did as she was told. She crawled to the base of the bed, gripping the wood of the footboard hard as she lowered her shoulders to the duvet, making sure her ass stayed raised. She felt the bed dip behind her as Cyrus settled between her spread legs, running his big, warm hands over the cheeks of her bottom.

  He wasted no time as he brought his hand down five times in quick succession, delivering sharp smacks to Prue’s ass as she squealed. Her bottom was still tender from their play the night before, and the heat bloomed instantly into a raging inferno that settled between her legs. She bit her lip. She didn’t know if Cyrus intended her to be aroused from her morning punishment, but she could already see that it would be tough if he expected her to take two spankings every day with no relief.

  Luckily, her Dom was feeling generous this morning. Prue sighed in relief as she felt him lean down behind her and nose his way into her pussy. She didn’t move, waiting for an instruction from Cyrus as she held her breath.

  She whimpered as his velvety tongue stroked out, worrying her clit before licking through her pussy lips, making her gasp as Cyrus licked all the way to her anus. She squeaked in surprise as he spread the cheeks of her bottom and licked around the rosebud of her ass, the forbidden sensation making her pull away, shocked, at the same time as she wanted him to do it again.

  “Never been rimmed, have we?” Cyrus’s voice sounded amused, making Prue blush.

  “No, Sir,” she said, remembering not to whisper. She knew he liked to hear her clearly when they spoke during play and during sex. She knew he especially liked to hear her when they were talking dirty, and Prue was just barely getting used to how dirty Cyrus liked to talk. She didn’t think she would ever blush again once he was done with her.

  “Remember, pet, this body belongs to me. Every part of it.” Cyrus punctuated his assertion with another lick to Prue’s asshole. “I want constant access to all your parts, including the ones that like to hide.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Prue squeaked, the wet caress lighting up nerve endings she didn’t know she had. It was so wicked to know her Dom was licking her ass, but damn it felt good!

  Cyrus continued to lave her asshole with little licks, occasionally poking the tip of his tongue inside the tight rosette. “You like this.” It wasn’t a question, and Prue didn’t even think of denying it.

  “I really like it, Cyrus,” she moaned, the dirtiness of the act exciting her almost as much as admitting she liked it.

  “Good girl for being so honest. I think good girls deserve a treat, don’t you?” Cyrus didn’t wait for a response as he flipped himself over, lying on his back on the bed directly underneath Prue’s pussy. He tugged her hips down, wrapping his arms around her bottom as he forced her down onto his waiting mouth, this time licking her from anus to clit and latching onto the little nub.

  Prue gasped, careful not to move and gripping the footboard of the bed even harder. Cyrus had such a talented mouth, and he unleashed all that talent on her pussy, swirling his tongue through her slippery folds and sucking her labia into his mouth. His tongue was a positive tornado against her clit as he rolled the bundle of nerves around and around, manipulating it with soft lips. He drove her right over the edge into an orgasm, not giving her time to recover before he fucked his tongue into her spasming sheath and tickled her sensitive walls, sending her straight into orgasm number two.

  Prue was begging by the time he’d had enough, not sure if she was begging for cock or begging for him to stop or begging for him to keep going. He treated her to one last orgasm so intense it almost hurt as he sucked her clit hard, finally releasing her into a sweaty, shaking heap as she struggled to catch her breath. She watched him wipe her juices off his face, the action incredibly intimate, and she swallowed, working to form words.

  “Thank you, Sir.” She was proud of herself for managing to get that out.

  Cyrus smiled at her from where he reclined on the bed. “My pleasure, pet. I love breakfast in bed.” His smile grew wider as she blushed. “You know, pet, I’ll expect the same courtesy.”

  Prue wrinkled her brow, confused. “Which courtesy is that, Sir?”

  Cyrus’s smile grew wicked. “You’re not the only one who likes having her ass eaten.”

  Prue blushed furiously. He wants me to rim him?

  Cyrus offered Prue his hand, pulling her up to stand in front of him. “We both had a bath last night. Everyone’s squeaky clean, and while you got yours, I’m still hard as a rock.”

  Prue looked down, startled to see Cyrus’s erection standing straight up, looking like it was staring accusingly at her from its blind eye.

  Cyrus began pulling Prue in the direction of the bathroom. “Come, pet, we’ll have a shower. I’ll get even cleaner before you put that sweet mouth to use on me.”

  * * * *

  An hour later Prue speared another bite of her waffle, smiling at Cyrus triumphantly before popping it into her mouth. He smiled back at her, indulgent and satisfied as he drank his coffee. I did it. The thought made Prue blush a little as she chewed, reliving the last hour in her thoughts.

  Cyrus had coaxed her into the shower with him, turning on the multiple heads with an ease that had Prue rolling her eyes, remembering her disastrous first few minutes when she’d showered on her own. Cyrus, observant as always, had caught the gesture and had demanded to know what she was thinking. Prue had explained as quickly as she could, but Cyrus had asked for details before throwing his head back in the most genuine laugh she’d seen from him. He’d positively howled, making her recreate the scene of her jumping back and forth, trying to d
odge the icy droplets as well as the scalding ones. She’d gamely gone along with him, hamming it up as she acted it out. He’d still been snorting with mirth as he’d lathered her up with her body wash.

  After she’d washed him as well, Cyrus had caught her eye as he made a point of washing his taut ass, running the tips of his fingers up and down the crack. He’d beckoned her over to him after rinsing, and Prue had been nervous. She’d loved the feeling when he’d licked her bottom, but the idea of doing it for him was a little scary. She wasn’t grossed out, especially since he’d just washed, but it was so forbidden she didn’t know if she could do it. Lucky for her, Cyrus didn’t give her a choice.

  He’d forced her to her knees in front of him, tangling her hair around his hands and instructing her to suck his cock. Prue had opened eagerly, missing the taste of him, and she’d licked and sucked him from his heavy balls to the silky head of his erection. Once she’d gotten him good and wet with her mouth, he’d tugged her hair and forced her to meet his gaze, looking her in the eyes and ordering her to part his cheeks and lick his asshole. He had released her hair, turning around and widening his stance to grant her better access. Prue had reached forward and separated the cheeks of his sculpted ass, looking with interest at his hidden hole, puckered and tightly closed. She’d never been this close to an anus before, and she found it wasn’t nearly as gross as she’d assumed it would be. She decided to take a page from Cyrus’s book, and she leaned forward between his legs, laving the underside of his balls with her tongue. Cyrus had groaned, the sound igniting a wild desire in Prue to get dirty with her Dom.

  She’d been totally uninhibited after that. She’d licked Cyrus from his velvety balls across his perineum, pressing lightly with her tongue until he’d gasped. She’d been aware of the moment his hand came down to stroke the stalk of his dick, and she’d reached one hand between his legs to cup and roll his balls while with the other hand she parted the cheeks of his ass once more. She leaned forward, licking lightly across Cyrus’s anus and feeling it tighten, and she had a perverse desire to lick a little deeper. She’d explored him, rimming his anus slowly one moment and darting her tongue into his tightly clenched asshole, stabbing at it before drawing back the next. She’d finally treated him to a series of long, soft licks around and across the hidden hole, pleased when his legs had shaken and he’d pressed back against her, squeezing the head of his cock. He’d groaned as he’d shot his load into the steamy shower, turning around and pulling Prue up to be swept up in his arms. He’d thanked her, kissing her sweetly before turning the shower off and wrapping her in a huge bath sheet.