Prue's Promises [Submissive Sirens 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (10 page)

“While you’re there, remove your shoes and leave them on the closet floor. Never mind about mine this time. They can stay where they are.”

Needing to salvage a little of her pride, Prue bent down, facing away from Cyrus as she undid the clasps on her wedges. She was careful to keep her legs almost straight, and she was gratified to hear Cyrus murmur appreciatively as he got an eyeful of the way her thong split her bottom cheeks apart.

Placing her shoes neatly in the closet, Prue turned and walked back to where Cyrus sat, standing in front of him with her eyes cast down and her hands folded in front of her.

“Come.” Prue was so startled by the order that she glanced up at Cyrus and saw that he was holding a hand out to her. She walked to where he sat, taking his hand and loving the feel of his big body as he guided her to sit on his lap. She sat between his muscled legs and stretched her own out to the ottoman, charmed by the tangle of their feet. She squirmed to get comfortable and was surprised when Cyrus growled.

“Careful, love. I’m being a gentleman, but if you rub that sweet ass into my lap once more, you’ll see what an animal I can be.”

Prue stilled, but a wicked impulse almost had her wiggling a little more. Cyrus the animal sounded exciting.

Cyrus killed the urge as he wrapped his arms around Prue, holding the contract out in front of both of them. “All right, pet, I think the best way for us to proceed is for you to read what’s already here. As Alejandro said earlier, some elements are standard, and everything I require has been added. It’s for you to tell me what works and what doesn’t for you, and when you’re ready, we’ll both sign.”

Prue was already lost in the contract. She read the preamble carefully, wanting to know what she was getting herself into, when her eyes stumbled over a clause before backing up and reading it again.

“This says six weeks. I thought Alejandro said two?”

Cyrus stroked Prue’s shoulder, placing gentle bites there as he explained. “Well, the two-week clause is for the subs who are only here for the course. Since you’re going to be here for six weeks anyway, I see no reason not to extend until you’re finished teaching your dance class.”

Prue shivered under his talented mouth. “Agreed.” Her voice was back to sounding breathless. She thought she’d hit the jackpot when Cyrus had claimed her as his sub, but now, knowing she had six whole weeks of his domination to look forward to, Prue felt like she’d died and gone to heaven.

Cyrus switched his attentions to her other shoulder. “Keep reading, pet.”

Prue swallowed and forced her attention back to the contract. She made it through clauses detailing punishment, bondage, and suspension play when Cyrus started nibbling the back of her neck, and she was a goner.

* * * *

Half an hour later, Prue thought she was going to go out of her mind with want. She’d been getting more and more aroused, sitting on Cyrus’s lap as she read over the extremely explicit details of what he’d be able to do to her over the coming weeks, not to mention the things she’d be expected to do for him. She’d gulped over a couple of the clauses, nervously excited about how dominant—and how dirty—Cyrus really was. They’d covered protocol and punishment, soft and hard limits, and Prue found herself equally frightened and intrigued by some of the things Cyrus expected.

Not that she hadn’t had her own requirements to add. Her hard limits didn’t include much since she was beyond enthusiastic to try as much as she could with Cyrus, but some things just didn’t appeal to her. Fisting, for example, was number one on her list of thanks but no thanks. She felt the same way about breath play. She remembered the way she’d had to train for enemy interrogation when she’d been on Parris Island, and part of her training had been to learn to feel what it was like to not be able to breathe if someone choked her or dunked her in water. There was no way she’d be able to associate anything remotely similar with sexual pleasure, and she was glad it didn’t seem to be something Cyrus wanted to do with her. Humiliation also made her list of hard limits. As far as she was concerned, there would never be anything sexy about having her self-esteem broken.

The soft limits she’d set out for them were things she was wary about trying, but would be willing to experiment with if Cyrus was there to guide her. She’d never thought she’d want to be flogged, but after seeing what Cyrus had done with the woman on stage her first night at
Cuero
, she was more than willing to admit she was game to try. Same deal for electrical play. Prue didn’t know exactly how she felt about a violet wand or a TENS-unit, never having experienced either of them, and the idea of jolts and shocks running through her made her very nervous. She figured it would have to be something she and Cyrus worked up to, and she wasn’t sure that six weeks would be enough time for her to develop such a profound level of trust.

Prue returned to reality as she realized that she’d reached the end of the contract. She was very conscious of Cyrus’s actions since for the last while he’d been alternating licking her and blowing cool air on the places he’d licked, making goose bumps rise all over her neck and shoulders. She was equally aware of the thick erection twitching beneath her, and she felt the sensual web Cyrus had woven around her as her body responded instinctively to the man who would master her, use her for his pleasure and hers, and alternately punish and reward her.

“I’m finished, Sir.” Prue’s voice was quiet. Now that she’d read the contract, she had a much better understanding of Cyrus the Dom, and she was more confident moving forward since she was coming to understand his requirements of her as his sub.

Cyrus paused in the path he was licking from her shoulder to her ear. “Are you indeed, pet? Let’s finalize it then.”

Prue took the pen he handed her, and without a moment’s hesitation, she signed the contract with a flourish. She had no second thoughts. She wanted this man, and wanted everything he was offering. She quickly initialed the changes and additions she’d made. “Done, Sir.”

Cyrus took the pen without saying anything, signing his name beside hers and initialing where she had. He tossed the pen down on the ottoman, folding the contract carefully and placing it on a table beside them.

“Find your position, pet.” The words were spoken coldly as Cyrus withdrew his arms and mouth from Prue’s body.

Prue didn’t mind the coldness of his tone as she rose, knowing this was how he liked to play. Beyond that, she understood that this was just Cyrus himself, and that the coldness of his words often masked the heat of his lust. She walked a few steps forward and turned so that she faced him once more, dropping gracefully to her knees. She spread them, placing her hands palm up on each knee in a gesture of submission, indicating that she was open to her Dom. She dropped her head and looked at the floor, keeping her back ramrod straight. She bit her lip against the giggle that threatened, thinking it was ironic in the extreme that her dance background made this move effortless.

She didn’t budge as she heard Cyrus rise from the chair and move toward her. He circled around her, occasionally tapping her with a blunt fingertip as he adjusted her form. He nudged her knees further apart and moved her hands so that they rested more gracefully on her legs, and he adjusted her feet so that they weren’t trapped uncomfortably beneath her.

“Remember how this feels, pet. I expect you to look exactly like this each and every time you adopt this position.”

Prue nodded but stayed silent, not looking up. Cyrus hadn’t given her permission to speak, and he hadn’t asked her a direct question.

“One other thing, and for this you’ll need to look at me.”

Prue looked up at Cyrus, not moving beyond lifting her chin.

“I love your hair. When we play, I expect you to wear it down. I loved tangling my hands in it when I fucked your mouth, and I want to be able to use it to guide you or hold you still.”

Prue waited, not sure where this was going. She was surprised when Cyrus moved to the dresser and opened the top drawer, drawing out a jaw clip.

“When you’re in position your hair shields you from me. That’s unacceptable. I want to be able to see your luscious breasts, and I don’t want you to be able to hide behind your hair. When I order you into position I want you to clip your hair first. If we’re in public you’re to put it behind your ears and over your shoulders so it’s not in my way. Do you understand?”

Prue looked back at Cyrus, flattered that he wanted to be able to see all of her. “Yes, Sir.” She reached out her hand for the jaw clip, surprised when Cyrus tossed it back into the drawer and closed it.

“We’re moving on, pet. You’ll do it next time.”

Prue nodded, dropping her hand back to her leg and allowing her gaze to find the floor once more.

Cyrus walked over to her and tipped her chin up again, stroking her cheek with his big thumb. “Such a pretty sub I own. Let’s see what kinds of fun I can have with you tonight, pet. Get on the bed.”

Cyrus had to work to keep his libido locked down as Prue rose gracefully from the floor and made her way to his bed. He didn’t think he’d ever endured the kind of torture he’d put himself through as Prue had snuggled into his lap as she read the contract he’d given her, and his cock was ready to bust out of his pants on its own. All the little squirms she’d made had only aroused him further as she rubbed her sweet ass against his groin, and he’d been able to see exactly which parts of the contract excited her when she couldn’t help but wiggle a little in anticipation.

Strangely enough, Cyrus found himself just as aroused as her. He didn’t usually contract with subs, preferring to take his pleasure with women he only kept for a night or two. That way he could focus all his attention on them, keep them in bed for hours, and fulfill their every fantasy as well as take his own pleasure with them without worrying about being responsible for them beyond the demands of the now. He hadn’t been interested in keeping a sub longer than a couple of days until he met Prue.

No stranger to the delights of BDSM and the dirty, kinky things consenting adults could do together, Cyrus was surprised at how hot he burned for his new sub. The idea of doing the most basic of his skills with her had him horny beyond belief, and he chalked it up to the two weeks he’d spend fantasizing about her after she’d sucked his cock.
And now I have six weeks to be balls-deep in any hole I want. Likely all of them.

Cyrus licked his lips. He was greedy for his sweet sub, his new pet. She’d reached the bed now and had arranged herself daintily on the huge piece of furniture, lying on her back with her ankles primly crossed as she peeked over at him. Cyrus felt lust churn through his balls. She might know the basics of BDSM protocol, but she was still so goddamn innocent, and he felt his mouth water as he pictured stripping her innocence away from her. She’d look at him with surprise in those big eyes as he did nasty, filthy things to her, and he imagined her pink mouth rounding as she moaned with startled pleasure.

He couldn’t wait any longer. With carefully controlled movements, Cyrus peeled his T-shirt over his head, taking with it the muscle shirt he wore underneath. He didn’t break their eye contact as he tossed the shirts in the general direction of his hamper, preferring instead to watch the emotions play across Prue’s face. Her eyes drank him in greedily, big as saucers as she took in his tattoos. Cyrus had a scrolling, twisting motif that curled over top of his left nipple and ran down to his hip, and as Prue’s wide-eyed gaze followed the twisting line he made a mental note to have her tongue trace the same path. There was something delicious about the idea of having Prue lick his tats.

Cyrus watched, bemused, as Prue’s eyes left the first tattoo and moved on to the next. He had an intricate tattoo of cursive words along his collarbone, and he watched Prue’s eyes widen as she made sense of the letters and read what it said.
If you’re going through hell, keep going.
Cyrus was tempted to smile at her as she looked at him, startled, but he kept his face cold. He could tell she wanted to say something, but now wasn’t the time for that. She could continue looking at his tats later if she felt so inclined, but at the moment the lust churning through Cyrus’s balls demanded he get this party started. He undid his pants, stripping them efficiently down his legs along with his boxer briefs and tossing them to join his shirts. When he straightened, he turned back to the bed, his mouth watering as he thought about how best to enjoy the innocent beauty lying there.

“I want to see pink, pet. Spread those legs and show me the pussy I own.”

* * * *

Prue was in way over her head. Looking at the masculine perfection of Cyrus’s naked body was something she could have done for ages, and she couldn’t believe how much of a turn on it was that he had tattoos. She could have stared at him indefinitely, but her Dom had other plans.

As he voiced those plans, Prue gulped and did as she was told. She wanted to make Cyrus happy. She spread her legs, watching his gaze darken as he stared at the shadowed flesh, already wet for him. His gaze darkened further, and he looked back up at her face, and Prue hurried to spread her legs even wider. Cyrus nodded once in satisfaction, reaching unconsciously for his cock as he slid his hand up and down the shaft, pumping a couple of times.

Wanting to please him more and thinking about his order for her to show him her pussy, Prue bent her legs at the knees, keeping them spread as far as she could. She drew her knees right back to her chest so that her pussy was on full display, wide open and pushed out toward her Dom. She reached down and delicately spread the lips of her labia with her fingers, giving Cyrus an unimpeded view of her rapidly moistening cunt.

Cyrus grunted. “Yes, just like that. Stay spread for me like that, pet.”

Prue was dying to touch herself, to slide a fingertip over her clit and down her juicy slit, but she knew she hadn’t been given permission. She stayed as immobile as possible, her clit pulsing as she awaited Cyrus’s next move.