Prue's Promises [Submissive Sirens 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (11 page)

She watched as he stalked to the bed, crawling onto it on all fours like a predator. Prue gasped. That really turned her on, to think that he was a predator and she was his prey. Cyrus knelt right in front of her open pussy, and Prue knew she was blushing furiously as he simply stared at her. She was creaming like mad and knew he could see the glistening evidence of her arousal coating her pussy lips and probably her fingers. Cyrus bent his dark head, and Prue thought she’d go crazy, anticipating a reprise of the tongue lashing he’d given her on the porch in Honolulu, but she squeaked and jerked in surprise as Cyrus blew cool air down the length of her heated cunt.

Prue bit her lip as she tried to stop the gasps and moans threatening to erupt.

“No, pet, don’t bite your lip.” Cyrus had raised his head and was looking at her, his blue eyes icy. “All the sounds you make belong to me as well, and I want them. You have my permission to moan, scream, pant, and anything else you need to do to vent your passion.”

Prue would have laughed if she’d had the breath. It was good he was giving her permission, because she didn’t think she’d be able to stop herself if she tried once they really got going.

“I won’t tie you up tonight.” Cyrus was back to stroking his thick cock as he spoke, and Prue couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way he manipulated his foreskin, dragging it up and over the head of his cock only to push it back down again.

“We will practice each of Alejandro’s skills, but until he teaches them to you, I won’t disrespect him by undermining his expertise.”

Prue looked up at him, stricken. He didn’t mean to leave her like this, did he?

Cyrus smiled briefly, a feral flash of teeth in his handsome face. “Not to worry, little sub, I don’t need to tie you up to dominate you.” Cyrus paused for a moment, reaching into a bedside drawer and withdrawing a foil packet. He tore it open and tossed it aside, rolling the condom down his thick dick.

Prue breathed a sigh of relief. Her relief was short-lived, though, as Cyrus suddenly reared up over her body, looming over her. She gasped as he grasped one of her hands in each of his, hooking one of her legs over his shoulders in the same motion. He pinned her hands to the mattress on either side of her head, her legs held immobile as he spread them up and open and at the same time leveraged himself over her so his flushed cockhead brushed the swollen entrance to her blushing cunt.

Prue couldn’t believe how quickly he’d incapacitated her. She couldn’t move if she wanted to, and he’d spread her entire body open beneath him. She had no defense against anything he wanted to do to her, and she moaned as the thought sent a lightning bolt of need to her pussy. For the first time in her life, Prue recognized how badly she wanted to be used. She wanted this man to pillage her body, force her to accept whatever he wanted to do, and she loved feeling helpless beneath him.

“You remember your safeword, pet?” Cyrus grated the words out, and it took Prue a minute to clear the fog of lust from her head to comprehend what he was asking.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Let me hear you say it before we begin so I know you remember.”

“It’s
arabesque
, Sir.” Prue had chosen the ballet term knowing they’d both recognize it, and knowing she wouldn’t be thinking about ballet while they were playing together.

“Good girl.” Prue felt more than heard Cyrus as he growled the words.

Prue’s breath came in shallow pants as Cyrus drew out the moment, and she looked up at him beseechingly. He stared down at her as he held her immobile, looking wild and dangerous and positively scrumptious to Prue. She relaxed beneath him, content to let him do what he wanted to her, and she smiled up at him even though her poor pussy felt like it was going to implode with want. Her smile seemed to send Cyrus over the edge, and with no preamble he drilled the full length of his massive erection into Prue’s spasming pussy.

Prue cried out. Cyrus’s possession of her was raw and powerful, and she could feel his thick dick dragging against her internal walls, lighting them up as he kept pushing further and further inside her. He was so thick and it had been so long since she’d had sex, the sensation of Cyrus stretching her from the inside out bordered on pain. Prue loved it. She loved the scream of her internal muscles as they fought to accommodate the huge intruder, and she felt her cream slipping from her cunt to bathe Cyrus’s cock.

Prue writhed beneath Cyrus, the incremental movements she was able to make doing nothing to lessen the friction of Cyrus’s monster cock against the tender walls of her pussy. Held spread open the way she was, Prue couldn’t do anything to slow Cyrus’s possession of her, and she threw herself into the sensations bombarding her. She could feel her internal muscles spasming around the cock impaling her, trying to find relief from the enormous stretch, but each time her muscles fluttered, they simply squeezed Cyrus’s cock and sent a confusing mix of pain and pleasure rioting through Prue’s pussy.

As Prue clenched unintentionally again and again on Cyrus’s cock, she was startled to realize that her body was building to orgasm. He wasn’t even moving inside her, but the pained pleasure she was getting each time her pussy milked his cock was spiraling her lust out of control.

Knowing she wasn’t permitted to come without Cyrus’s express permission, Prue opened her eyes and looked up into his baby blues. “Sir, may I please come?”

Cyrus couldn’t hide the surprise in his eyes as Prue looked at him, and she was too far gone to care that she must seem incredibly easy.

“Yes, pet, you may come.”

Prue closed her eyes in relief as Cyrus’s words registered, and she held herself perfectly still so she could enjoy the clenching of her cunt on Cyrus’s dick. He’d lodged himself balls-deep in her pussy, and she could feel the crispness of his neatly trimmed pubic hair where it pressed against her naked pussy. Her awareness focused on her pillaged flesh, wet and needy with her desire, and she moaned softly as tendrils of scorching heat blossomed through her soaked cunt. Her pussy quivered around the hard dick throbbing inside her, and Prue gasped as lights exploded behind her eyes. Cyrus’s cock pulsed inside her, and the small movements were enough to send her over the edge, gasping for air as her breath whooshed out of her lungs.

Prue could tell that Cyrus had to work harder to keep her immobile, and the enforced stillness dragged the moment out even longer. Her pussy was clenching frantically against the iron-hard erection lodged halfway to her throat, and Prue could feel wave after wave of her juice pouring out of her to soak Cyrus’s balls. She kept coming, the knowledge that she couldn’t move, that there was nothing she could do to relieve the painful pleasure sending fiery tendrils of lust blasting out of her pussy to consume her whole body.

Finally, as her gasps turned to soft pants and moans, Prue opened her eyes and looked up into the face of her Dom. She’d thought herself satiated and totally replete, but as she took in Cyrus’s glittering eyes and the clench of his jaw, she saw that beads of sweat stood out on his forehead and she felt her pussy clench anew. Knowing she was flushed from her orgasm, she blushed ever harder when she realized she’d come all over Cyrus’s cock and he hadn’t even moved inside her. She cast her eyes down, embarrassed that she must seem like some kind of sex-starved virgin, the way she’d reacted to his penetration. She doubted the women he was used to were so uncontrolled.

“Look at me.” Cyrus’s voice was harsh, and Prue flinched, forcing herself to meet his icy eyes. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You and I are very well matched, pet.”

Prue glowed at the compliment, her embarrassment forgotten. She looked shyly up at him. “Thank you, Sir.”

Cyrus raised an eyebrow. “Thank you? For what, pet?”

Prue smiled. “For the orgasm, Sir.”

Cyrus’s eyes flashed. “The first of many. You didn’t think we were done, did you sub?”

Prue felt her smile widen. “I’d hoped not, Sir. I want to please you as well.”

Cyrus’s expression hardened. “You’re already pleasing me, pet.”

As Prue drew breath to respond, her words turned into a long moan as Cyrus smoothly withdrew his cock from her pussy, leaving only the rounded head inside before slamming it back into her liquid depths. She felt the slap of his balls, sticky with her juices, against the place where the swollen pink of her pussy gave way to the shadowed crevice between her bottom cheeks. She felt the way her greedy pussy sucked at his cock, not wanting to release it, and she felt the strain of her muscles as her body arched involuntarily against Cyrus’s hold when she tried to ride the cock giving her so much pleasure.

Cyrus laughed. “You’re so greedy, pet. I’ll have such fun training this pussy to accept the pleasure I give it. You don’t take, pet. I give.” Cyrus punctuated his statement with a series of bone-jarring thrusts, withdrawing to the rim of Prue’s needy pussy before drilling back into her molten cunt.

Prue couldn’t do anything but gasp. She remembered when Cyrus had used her mouth, how she’d thought his cock was never ending as he’d thrust past her lips and into her throat. She felt the same way now. When she thought he couldn’t possibly go any deeper inside her, he rewarded her with another inch of dick that rasped against nerve endings so deep no one else had touched them.

Prue felt her back straining, her legs pressing against Cyrus’s shoulders as she bucked her hips, thrusting back against him as much as she was able. Cyrus drilled her cunt again and again, the savagery of his thrusts exciting Prue as he bore her down past pleasure, past pain into the realm of pure sensation. She barely knew what she was feeling, just that she didn’t want it to stop. The slap of Cyrus’s soaked balls against her dripping pussy combined with his grunts and her squeals to fill the room with an erotic soundtrack that threatened to overwhelm Prue, and as Cyrus began to thrust faster, harder, Prue’s cries turned to little squeaks and moans.

She lay beneath him, pinioned to the bed and spread out beneath her Dom, accepting each and every thrust he treated her to. On each downward thrust she felt Cyrus’s pelvis grind against her clit as he ground her into the bed, and she moaned as the contact lasted for but a moment before he was withdrawing, dragging his cock out of her pussy and making her chase after him for another pounding thrust that would end with her clit.

Suddenly transferring one of Prue’s hands so that he kept both pinioned under one of his, Cyrus reached down, and Prue felt him give her swollen, creamy clit a hard pinch. The tender nub, engorged and flushed, exploded under the punishing grind as Cyrus kept it trapped, pistoning his cock in and out of Prue’s greedy cunt and making her scream as another climax overtook her.

Prue could feel Cyrus milking her clit, pinching and releasing the bundle of nerves in rhythm with his jackhammering cock. She thrashed and moaned, again riding a fine line between pain and pleasure as Cyrus forced her to endure more of the rough caresses on her clit. She was catapulted from one orgasm to the next, the pain stringing her up tightly before she unwound in the next instant as yet another orgasm ripped through her, ricocheting from her imprisoned clit to the walls of her pussy that were once more squeezing up and down the massive cock pillaging her wet flesh.

In one last spectacular shower of ecstasy, Prue felt Cyrus pinch her clit and rub his finger against his thumb with her overworked nubbin trapped between them, making her legs straighten as she screamed at the rough touch. Cyrus thrust once more to the hilt then released Prue’s clit, pressing his pelvis flush against her ass. The blood rushed back into Prue’s abused clit and set off another detonation deep in her pussy, making her thrust up and fist the cock lodged deep in her clenching cunt, her pussy and clit spasming in counterpoint as this time, she took Cyrus with her. She screamed as Cyrus threw his head back and growled, the feral sound exciting her even more, and she felt the wash of his cum boil out of his balls, the walls of her pussy still fluttering with that last magnificent orgasm as Cyrus’s cock pulsed inside her.

Cyrus pulled out of her pussy, easing Prue’s legs back to the bed. She winced. Her legs were stiff from her exertions. Cyrus seemed to understand her predicament, and he leaned down, briskly massaging her right leg from thigh crease to ankle before treating her left leg to the same. Prue propped her head on one arm as Cyrus stopped moving, and she was startled to see him staring down at her pussy. Blushing, Prue realized she could feel her juices dripping out of her pussy, and he must be able to see her cream as it leaked down onto the bed.

When she would have moved to grab a tissue or something, Cyrus stopped her with his hands on her thighs, surprising her as he pushed her legs further apart, his rapt attention still focused on where her juices had overflowed her pussy.

Prue moaned softly as she felt a single finger brush, featherlight, across her ravaged flesh. It wasn’t sore exactly, but she could feel that Cyrus had used her hard. The big finger lightly traced the dripping petals of her cunt, and she moaned again as that finger dipped briefly inside her swollen channel, grateful that he didn’t touch her clit. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Cyrus as he removed his finger from her pussy, and she saw his eyes blaze as he looked at the juicy digit. He met her gaze, and Prue felt her breath catch, unable to look away as he reclined beside her and brought that dirty finger up to her lips, painting them lightly with her release before pushing his way between them. Prue’s gaze was still locked on his as she sucked his finger clean. When he tugged his finger out of her mouth, Prue’s tongue followed, delicately licking her taste from her lips.

Cyrus groaned and Prue felt his cock surge back to life against her leg, and she was shocked as her pussy clenched, needy again, begging to be filled.

“I hope you want more, pet. I know I do.” The telltale plop and rustle of a new condom wrapper filled the quiet.

And with that, Prue’s world spun as Cyrus flipped her neatly to her stomach, tucking a pillow under her hips and spreading her legs apart. Prue sighed in pleasure as Cyrus pressed his erection once more into her pussy, this time from behind. The walls of her cunt were tender, swollen from their loving, but once again the little bite of pain ignited a slow burn that had her pressing back against him. It was clearly going to be a long night.