Prue's Promises [Submissive Sirens 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (26 page)

Without saying a word, Cyrus gripped Prue’s hands and fastened a pair of padded cuffs around her wrists, drawing them up and attaching them to a D-ring above her head. Immediately Cyrus was conscious of Prue softening, and he wondered how long it would take to send her into subspace.

She squeaked deliciously as he fastened another set of cuffs around her thighs above her knees, and her gasp was incredibly gratifying to him as he tugged on a set of pulleys, adjusting the tension so that Prue’s legs splayed wide, held in place by the cuffs. Her feet lifted right off the floor as he added another set of cuffs to her shapely calves, and he quickly positioned a flexible band beneath her luscious ass so she’d be fully supported. He stepped back to admire his work, his eyes flicking with precision over each place she was bound to check for chafing or other signs of discomfort.

Seeing none, Cyrus leisurely began removing his own clothes, his eyes never leaving Prue. He hardened further as she swallowed visibly, the delicate muscles of her throat working to arouse him as he pictured spilling his seed between her plump lips. He caught her gaze and held it as he walked to a small drawer, opening it and withdrawing a set of dangling chains with tiny circles on the ends. He shook them out, enjoying the tinkle they made as the clinked against each other, and walked back over to his sub. He was happy to see that her pussy lips were pink and swollen, and he could see her tiny clit beginning to peek out at him from under its hood.

Drawing out the silence, Cyrus bent forward and took one of Prue’s peaked nipples into his mouth, sucking hard on the little berry before drawing back. He smiled wolfishly at her as he raised the chains and slipped one of the rings over Prue’s distended nipple, his fingers nimble as he quickly turned a tiny screw until Prue was uttering little cries from the pinch of the sudden tightness on her tit.

Cyrus quickly treated Prue’s other nipple to the same torment, and he went down to his knees before her, delighting in her frightened gasp as he gripped her thighs and tipped them up. The motion caused the swing to tilt back, the counterweight allowing Prue’s body to become weightless as Cyrus manipulated her, and she was clearly nervous that she had such little control. Cyrus gloried in it. He eyed the creamy folds bared to his view and leaned forward, inhaling Prue’s warmth before blowing a cool puff of breath against her clit. Prue moaned from above him. Cyrus wasted no further time, leaning further in and trapping Prue’s little bundle of nerves between his lips, rolling and sucking the sweet bud out of its concealment. He didn’t intend the caress to be arousing in the traditional sense, rather he wanted Prue to ride the wave of sensation as he released her swollen clit and slid the third ring over it, making her scream as he treated it to the same pinch as her nipples.

When Cyrus stood back up, he carefully kept Prue off balance so that the chains were lying against her body. She hadn’t yet appeared to realize that her nipples and clit were now connected, and Cyrus wanted to watch her beautiful face as she made the discovery. He smiled sweetly at her, unsurprised that she was unable to smile back. Her mouth was open in a delicious “O,” and she was panting a little. Cyrus narrowed his eyes.
Let’s see if we can make that a lot.

He released his grip on Prue’s thighs, allowing her to return to an upright position, and at the same time allowing gravity to do its work. He was fascinated as Prue stiffened, then screamed. The purpose of the chains had registered in her eyes, and she was moaning uncontrollably as they tugged her nipples and clit downward.

Cyrus kissed her gently on the mouth, then walked around to stand behind her. He quickly donned a condom from a nearby table and reached in front of her so that his hands were splayed on her inner thighs, bending his knees so that the tip of his cock kissed the opening of Prue’s sex.

Prue squirmed as much as she was able, making Cyrus laugh. She really didn’t have very much mobility in the swing, and he could feel himself starting to slip into topspace knowing he was completely in control of the situation. He forged up into Prue’s slick heat, loving the startled sound she made at his intrusion. He thrust leisurely up into her, enjoying drawing out the moment. Cyrus withdrew one of his hands from Prue’s thighs to play with the chains still connecting her pink parts. He plucked at them, making their clinking into a harmony with Prue’s sounds as her nipples and clit were tugged and pinched.

Cyrus grew tired of the game, sensing that both he and his sub needed more. Prue had let her head fall back to rest against him and was now almost silent, and Cyrus was thrilled to see that her beautiful eyes were wide and she had the ghost of a smile on her lips. Subspace indeed.

He withdrew his cock from the heaven of Prue’s pussy, spinning her around in the swing to face him and quickly attaching a pair of cuffs to his own wrists. He slid another padded support around Prue’s lower back, removing the cuffs from her thighs and moving the ones from her calves down to her ankles. He attached his own cuffs to the ones on Prue’s ankles with short lengths of chain, pleased by how docile she stayed. He raised his own arms to rest on the D-ring to which Prue’s hands were bound, giving her a little slack so she’d be more comfortable. His cuffs, bound as they were to the ones on Prue’s ankles, caused her movements to mimic his. As such, when Cyrus raised his hands, Prue’s ankles rose as well, tipping her right back so that she was lying down in midair against the support Cyrus had placed behind her back. Her pussy was completely open to him, and he didn’t waste any time, thrusting once more into her molten depths as the chains jiggled and bounced. He gritted his teeth as he watched Prue’s face, the ecstasy there mirroring the way he felt. He continued to thrust, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, and his last thought as he felt the beginning ripples of Prue’s orgasm caress his dick was that he didn’t ever want to leave the moment.

* * * *

Much later, Prue woke up alone on the bed in the playroom. She stretched languorously, smiling as she recalled how well she’d taken to bondage. After releasing her from the chains and swing, Cyrus had carried Prue to the bed and had done something to her he’d called
shibari
, some sort of Japanese-inspired bondage with a silken cord. Prue had found the whole process of being bound by the cord incredibly soothing, Cyrus’s movements as he wove the cord around her almost hypnotic, and she’d fallen asleep before he was even finished. Now as she stretched, she noticed that he’d left one end of the cord long enough for her to reach so that she could extricate herself. Grateful to him for the small kindness, she rolled over, not quite ready to get up yet. She seemed to recall Cyrus kissing her sweetly before saying he’d be in his office at the club, and that she should meet him there when she woke up. Not sure how long ago that was, Prue sighed as she realized she’d better get up and moving.

Her eyes widened as she heard footsteps outside the playroom door. She must have slept longer than she’d thought. She sat up and was just beginning to untie herself when the door burst open, startling her. She cried out in alarm as a man poked his head in, a man who was definitely not Cyrus.

“Jesus, Prudence, have a little dignity.” The man’s eyes swept over Prue with disgust. “Get your ass up. We’ve been calling you to tell you we’re moving in for the op, and here you are, doing…whatever it is you’re doing.” The man shook his head before withdrawing from the room, slamming the door behind himself.

Prue felt her stomach tighten in shame. That had been Andrew, one of the members of the team she worked with at Homeland Security. She looked down at herself, blanching when she saw what he’d been looking at. She gasped as the full implications of his words sank in, and she began rapidly undoing the cord, unwinding it from around her body and leaping to get dressed once she’d extricated herself. If Andrew was here to tell her they’d moved in, then her time was up. Her team had already arrived, and Prue felt sick as she thought about what they’d been up to.

Prue moved like a zombie as she made her way to Cyrus’s office. The people at
Cuero
were scurrying around, concerned, and the club was ominously quiet. Prue hadn’t seen anyone she knew and she wondered where they all were, prompting her to head for Cyrus’s office. As the owner, it would be likely her team would want to talk to him. Her heart hammered and her stomach rolled as she envisioned the upcoming conversation she’d have to have with him.

Prue paused outside the door, hearing raised voices from inside. She took a deep breath for comfort and pushed the door open. Time to pay the piper.

“It’s about damn time.” Andrew was still condescending. “Did you manage to have enough of a nap?”

Prue looked at him coldly before sweeping her gaze over the other members of her team. She winced as she took in Cyrus, seated behind his desk and looking fit to kill someone. She smiled at him tremulously, her heart plummeting when he didn’t return the gesture. Callie, Cruz, Alejandro, and Lulu all stood flanking Cyrus, and they all wore accusing glares directed her way. Viktor and Olenka also stood nearby, looking like their usually cold and unflappable selves.

“What’s this?” Prue’s team leader, Joseph, looked back and forth between her and Andrew, clearly confused about Andrew’s meaning.

Andrew smiled at Prue, the gesture totally false. “I just wanted to make sure Prue had enough of a rest since she looked like she’d exerted herself quite a bit.”

Joseph turned to Prue with concern. “Are you all right, dear? Did something happen we should know about?”

Prue felt herself flush. “No, Sir.”

Andrew guffawed. “She was trussed up like a pig on some bed. Believe me, she’s been having lots of fun.”

Prue squirmed in shame as she felt the eyes of everyone in the room come to rest on her. Andrew had always been a prick, needling her about her mother and otherwise trying to make her feel uncomfortable. She’d pegged him as a misogynist early on, but this was pushing it even for him.

Joseph’s eyebrows were raised. “Ah. Well, she has been covert here. I imagine she had to do quite a bit to fit in.”

Prue clenched her teeth. Although she knew Joseph was trying to help, he was really hurting her case when it came time to explain to Cyrus and the other friends she’d made at
Cuero
.
If they even give me a chance to explain.

Andrew smirked again. “I bet it came naturally. It’s in her blood, after all…I doubt Prue had to do much to pretend to be trashy. Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, as they say.”

Prue felt something inside herself snap. Even if Cyrus never forgave her, there was no way she was going to let some woman-hating asshole make her feel dirty about the way she was wired. She drew a deep breath and considered the implications of her actions. Her decision was made in an instant.

“Fuck you, Andrew. Just because you’re sexually repressed doesn’t mean the rest of us are.” Prue was gratified as all conversation came to a total standstill and the members of her team gaped at her.

“I beg your pardon?” Andrew spluttered, his face becoming mottled with anger.

“You heard me.” Prue deliberately kept her voice calm. “You don’t get to talk about my mother, you jackass, and you certainly don’t get to judge me. I said fuck you.”

Joseph clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “This is inappropriate in the extreme, both of you. Andrew, you will apologize immediately, and, Prudence, so will you.”

“Of course.” Andrew’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m sorry, Prudence. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Prue regarded him with disdain. She wasn’t about to go back now. “I’m not sorry in the slightest. You had it coming, and I still think you’re a jackass.”

Joseph spoke sharply. “Prudence! If you insist on conducting yourself in this unprofessional manner, I will have no choice but to remove you from this case and recommend you for disciplinary action.”

Prue was calm, feeling freer than she had in who knows how long. She smiled at Joseph. “Then let me make it easy for you, Joseph. I’m tendering my resignation, effective immediately. If you have any doubts about accepting it, I’ll be happy to call Andrew a few more names, all of which will be offensive but accurate.”

Prue thought Joseph looked like a fish out of water, the way his eyes bulged and his mouth opened and closed, and Andrew was positively dancing with rage.

“I love the life I’ve had here at
Cuero
. Once this situation is dealt with, I believe it will be one of the happiest places on the planet.” Prue looked tentatively at the
Cuero
crew behind Cyrus’s desk, although she directed her words to her team. “These are good people, and they’re my friends.”
With the exception of Cruz
. “They’ve made me feel welcome and special, and I’m incredibly sorry that I wasn’t honest with them about my intentions here.” Prue sneaked a glance at her friends, brokenhearted when they all remained impassive. She nodded to herself, allowing her tears to begin falling. She’d fucked up large, and she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to repair the damage she’d done by not being honest.

Joseph cleared his throat. “Well, Prudence, under the circumstances, I have no choice other than to accept your resignation, effectively immediately as you said.” He looked at her with sympathy. “Since that’s the case, I must ask you to leave while we conduct our investigation.”

For the first time, Olenka cleared her throat. “Not so.”

Joseph was looking at her with confusion. “Beg pardon?”

Prue felt herself shrink away from Olenka as the woman went into Domme mode. “Miss Prue acts as consultant for Interpol. She is to be staying.”

Joseph scratched his chin thoughtfully. “This is a huge conflict of interest.”

Olenka smiled coldly. “Then Homeland Security may leave. What is expression you Americans use? Finder, keeper? Interpol was first on scene here. You are here as courtesy.”