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

Prue flushed. She hated her name and didn’t like when anyone called her by the full form. She rolled her eyes and spoke once more into his ear. “Yes, Prudence. But if you call me that, we won’t be dancing anymore. Like I said, it’s Prue.”

Mr. Gorgeous didn’t miss a beat, and Prue felt her breath hitch as his gaze grew icy. “And if you roll your eyes at me again, Prue, we won’t be dancing anymore either. You’ll find yourself over my knee.”

Prue felt her jaw fall open. Did he just threaten to spank her? In the middle of a crowded dance floor?

What was really alarming to her wasn’t the threat. It was the way her body reacted to it. She was fighting the urge to jump up and down, clapping and squealing. Prue felt another jolt to her clit as her gut clenched once more. The effect this man had on her was startling to say the least. Wanting to make him as off-balance as she felt, Prue felt her inner sense of mischief perk up.

“That’s quite the offer, sir, but I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.”

Prue felt a moment of glee as Mr. Gorgeous stiffened, and she felt a little victorious as a sense of doubt came over his features. She felt almost immediately guilty and tugged his head down to pacify him.

“You see, you know my name, and even though I don’t like my name, I always try to live by it. It doesn’t seem terribly
prudent
for me to let a strange man spank me, especially a strange man who knows my name when I don’t know his.”

Mr. Gorgeous rewarded her with a slow, wicked grin that warmed her to her toes. “You don’t really need to know my name, sweets. I like it when you call me Sir.”

Prue smiled coyly. “I thought you might.” She sneaked a peek over to her friends’ table, instantly guilty when she saw Jessie stifle a yawn. She’d been dancing for ages.

Mr. Gorgeous sensed the change in her and followed her gaze. “Your friends seem like they’re ready to go. Any chance I can persuade you to stay?”

Prue bit her lip. She really wanted to stay and dance with this man. Hell, if she was honest she wanted to do a lot more than dance, but it was kind of a sacred rule of these vacations with the girls. None of them ever went home with a man while they were together.

Mr. Gorgeous raised an eyebrow. “Is that a no?”

Prue looked at him speculatively. “Honestly, I’m not sure. We have a sort of ‘sisters before misters’ code we follow when we’re together. I’d really like to stay, but can I count on you to take me home once the club closes?”

Prue watched as Mr. Gorgeous relaxed visibly. “Absolutely. Let’s go talk to your friends so we can reassure them I’m not a maniac.”

Prue smirked to herself as he led her toward the table, her hand tucked firmly into his once more. If he only knew the dozens of ways she and her friends could kill him with their bare hands, he might not be so worried about proving he wasn’t a maniac. But hey, this was going to be fun to watch.

Prue laughed as she sat on the edge of the fountain, taking a bite of her burrito before chasing it down with her lemonade. The dance club had closed about an hour ago, and she and Mr. Gorgeous had closed it down. They’d danced right until the end, not sitting down once. Prue had been more than happy to stay on her feet since it meant the big hands of her partner had stayed—and strayed—all over her, from her lower back to her butt. Each caress had caused a molten streak of desire to ignite deep in Prue’s gut, and judging from the big dick she could feel pressing into her as they danced, Mr. Gorgeous had been just as affected.

After the club closed and the bouncers started shepherding people out, Prue found she really didn’t want the evening to end. She’d breathed a sigh of relief when Mr. Gorgeous had asked if she was hungry, and now the two of them were cuddled close on a stone bench, munching companionably on Mexican late-night takeout while they occasionally got sprayed by a stray gust of wind that carried mist from the fountain their way.

She’d been tickled to realize that while Mr. Gorgeous didn’t seem to ever come out of Dom mode, he had a wicked sense of humor. He’d kept her giggling since they’d sat down, and Prue found herself wishing for the first time ever that she didn’t have to get back to her friends. She really wondered where the evening would go if she went home with this man.

“Earth to Prue.”

Prue snapped out of her reverie, blushing as she realized she’d been staring at Mr. Gorgeous’s mouth. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I asked if you were still hungry.” His lush mouth quirked in a sardonic smile, and Prue mentally slapped herself. She didn’t want to be one in a line of women she was sure stared at him, and she was sure that line was never ending.

“No, this really hit the spot.” Prue looked forlornly down at her wrapper, noticing that she’d finished the burrito. She was pretty well out of reasons to stay with him, and it felt like both of them knew it. “Are you still hungry?” Prue looked at him hopefully. She’d happily watch him eat if it meant she could stay with him a little longer.

Mr. Gorgeous’s eyes glittered. “Starving.”

Prue blushed. He obviously wasn’t talking about food, the way his frankly appreciative gaze swept from her eyes down to her breasts. She could feel his gaze there, and her nipples pebbled in response. They clearly liked his attention and were trying to outdo one another.

He blinked and the moment was over. His eyes met Prue’s, and he sighed. “Well, Miss Prue, I think it’s time for me to get you home. I don’t really want to be in the middle of kissing you good night and find your friends waiting for me with baseball bats.”

Prue’s heart skipped a beat. He was going to kiss her good night? “You’re going to kiss me good night?”

The second the words were out, Prue glued her lips together, blushing furiously and wishing she could take them back.
Smooth.

Mr. Gorgeous’s expression cooled, and Prue felt him go deeper into Dom mode. She let her gaze drop, still biting her lips as she wrung her hands, twisting the wrapper and napkin she still held.

“Yes, Prue, I’m going to kiss you good night. And you’re going to be a good girl and keep your hands on my shoulders, and you’re going to open that sexy mouth so I can rub my tongue against yours.”

Prue’s mouth was wide open now, her jaw having fallen practically to the ground. No one had ever spoken to her like that before, and she found herself squirming as she pictured what he described.

“Look at me.”

Prue lifted her gaze to meet his, gasping when she saw the fire that burned in his bright blue eyes, making them look electric.

“I can’t fuck you tonight, Prue. But I am going to get inside you.”

* * * *

Prue was a bundle of nerves as they made their way up to the front porch of the house she and her friends had rented for their vacation. She knew the girls, especially Cleo, would still be awake, waiting for her to come home, but she knew they’d be discreet. There’s no way any of them would barge out onto the porch and risk interrupting what Prue sincerely hoped would be a heavy make-out scene. She was aware of the taxi waiting to take Mr. Gorgeous back to wherever it was he’d come from,
quite possibly heaven
, and Prue knew the meter was running. She was a little irked that they were on a timer, but Mr. Gorgeous seemed to have no such reservations. He leisurely walked her up onto the porch, his hand once again stroking her lower back. Prue was practically dancing she was so aroused, the anticipation of his kiss nearly killing her.

Mr. Gorgeous tugged Prue into a darkened corner of the porch, pressing Prue against the wall as he bent his head and buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. Prue was frozen, terrified to move lest she do something wrong and inadvertently stop him from continuing.

“Remember what I said, sweetheart? What I told you you’re going to do?” His whisper was dark and dirty, and Prue’s pussy clenched frantically. She felt a wave of hot cream slide out of her as she nodded before placing her hands on his shoulders.

“Yes, Sir.”

Mr. Gorgeous exhaled, the sound carefully controlled. “That’s right, Prue. Keep those dainty hands on my shoulders, but don’t open your mouth yet.”

Prue stole a look at him, confused. His eyes glittered in the semi-darkness, and the look on his face was pure sin.

“I said I was going to kiss you, sweetheart. I didn’t say I was going to start with your mouth.”

And with that, Prue’s whole world spun out of control as the gorgeous man in front of her sank down to his knees, lifting her skirt and sliding a big finger down the crack of her ass to ease his way as he drew her thong down her legs.

Prue clenched her hands frantically on his shoulders, remembering she was supposed to keep them there. Her breath came out in pants and gasps, and she was painfully aware that her friends might be able to hear the sounds she made from inside the house. She tangled her fingers in the fine fabric of his shirt and lowered her head so she could watch what he did to her.

Mr. Gorgeous nosed his way into her pussy, inhaling deeply and grunting with satisfaction as he nudged her legs further apart, getting an eyeful of how wet she was for him. Prue nearly shot out of her skin as he used his big thumbs to part her labia, extending his tongue and treating her to a velvety lick. She mewled. She cried out softly as he withdrew.

“Now, Prue, I believe I instructed you to keep your mouth closed. We wouldn’t want your friends to think you were in any sort of distress. If you continue making those sweet little sounds, I’ll have to stop.”

Prue whimpered softly, pressing her lips together and begging him with her eyes to lick her again. She was pretty sure she’d die if he stopped now. Like, she’d spontaneously combust and turn into a pile of ashes right here on the porch.

Mr. Gorgeous looked at her sternly, his coldness causing another trickle of her juice to slide down her leg. “Do you understand?”

Prue unglued her lips for a mere moment. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered before pressing her lips together again.

“Good girl.” Prue felt the vibration of his words more than she heard them. His eyes had already dropped once more to her creaming cunt, and he murmured his approval as he buried his mouth in her pussy. This time he didn’t lick tentatively at her. No, he treated her to a tongue lashing she wouldn’t likely forget anytime in the next hundred years or so.

Prue threw her head back, banging it against the side of the house where he’d pinned her. She kept her lips pressed in a line, forcing back the cries and moans trying to make their way out of her throat. She breathed long and deep through her nose, fireworks dancing behind her eyes as Mr. Gorgeous tongue-fucked his way into her spasming pussy, licking all the way around the slippery opening before driving his tongue up inside her. He danced his magical tongue over the tender walls of her sheath, thrusting and withdrawing in a blatant imitation of what he’d do to her if they had the opportunity to fuck tonight.

Prue saw stars as he withdrew his wicked tongue and replaced it with a thick finger, spearing her on the big digit as he licked his way to where she was sure her overexcited clit peeked out of its protective hood. The little nubbin had no doubt poked its head out of its sheath to see what was causing all the commotion, and Prue waited, holding her breath as he licked ever nearer the bundle of nerves. One lick, and Prue knew she’d be a goner.

Unfortunately, the Dom on his knees in front of her seemed to know it as well. Prue nearly cried out as his mouth left her and his finger stilled inside her, remembering only at the last moment that she wasn’t allowed to make a sound. Taking his tongue lashing on a porch that anyone could walk onto was the sexiest thing Prue had ever done, but the enforced silence cranked her arousal to a level that was almost painful. The only sounds she’d been able to hear were their combined labored breathing and the slurping, slippery sounds he’d made as he feasted on her cunt. She’d never been more aware of the lusty wetness of oral sex, and her mouth watered as she pictured returning the favor.

Right now, however, she had a one-track mind, and that track was focused solely and exclusively on doing whatever it took to make the delightful torment continue. Prue looked down at Mr. Gorgeous through eyes that positively watered with lust, and she cast her imploring gaze on him. She actually thought she might cry if he left her like this.

Mr. Gorgeous looked up at her, his eyes like slits of blue ice. “Prue, I don’t recall giving you permission to come, and you were getting awfully close.”

Prue froze.
Shit. How the fuck am I supposed to stop myself?
She looked down at him, uncertain if he required a response from her or not. She could feel her needy pussy clenching on the finger that still invaded her, and she forced herself to be as still as possible.

Mr. Gorgeous didn’t break eye contact with her as his tongue came out and swiped once across her clit, making Prue clutch his shoulders until her knuckles turned white. “Don’t come.”

Prue felt the breath whoosh from her lungs as he repeated the caress, pumping another big finger into her pussy and stretching it delightfully around his big digits. With his other hand he caught Prue’s leg under the knee, raising it high so that her foot rested on the railing that ran around the porch. In this new position she was open to him completely, and he didn’t hesitate to take advantage as his diabolical tongue slid through her swollen folds, licking her from anus to clit.

Prue jerked. One more lick like that combined with the steady pump of his fingers in her cunt and she’d defy him to stop her from going off like the Fourth of July. Her hips rocked in counterpoint to his thrusts, and she imagined the heaven of taking his thick erection into her pussy instead of his fingers.

“Look at me.” The words were muffled, spoken directly into the liquid heat of her cunt as Mr. Gorgeous didn’t bother to withdraw his face before speaking.

Prue’s eyes locked with his as the command registered, and she had to work not to come as she took in the raw lust in his gaze. He tongued her deliberately, forcing her to watch as he worked his magical mouth around her pussy, latching onto her clit and giving it a tug between his firm lips. Prue’s mouth fell open in a soundless moan. She gritted her teeth in the next instant as she felt his wicked fingers withdraw from her pussy and move lower, circling the entrance to her ass. Creamy with her own lubrication, it was nothing for those wicked fingers to press themselves up past the clenching ring of Prue’s anus, adding another layer to the moment that had her opening her legs further in a shameless plea for more.