Prue's Promises [Submissive Sirens 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (16 page)

She grimaced in the next moment. Cyrus had clearly picked up on her attempt to save face, and Prue’s eyes fluttered closed briefly as her Dom found a way to thwart her. His diabolical hand snaked up the back of her dress lightning fast, tugging her thong right up the crack of her ass. The motion had her clit trapped tightly beneath the silky fabric, the thong itself sliding back and forth from Prue’s anus to her clit, making her miss her footing and lean into Cyrus.

“Upsy-daisy, pet.” Cyrus wrapped a protective arm around Prue, dragging her closer to him and making her gasp. He leaned against her, brushing his mouth against her ear. “Almost there.”

Prue shuddered at the double entendre. She was grateful as they finally reached the door to Cyrus’s house, even though she knew she was in for no small amount of punishment. Her befuddled mind was focused on her raging need to come, and she found herself thinking strangely optimistic thoughts about her impending punishment.
I mean, after all, how bad can it be?

Prue answered her own question fifteen minutes later.
Really fucking bad.

“Comfortable, pet?” Cyrus was wearing only his leathers, his bare chest and long hair making him seem more than a little scary. More scary than usual, Prue amended.

Prue swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”

Cyrus laughed softly. “No you’re not, pet, and you’re not supposed to be. What I want to know is if you’re in pain.”

Prue looked up at Cyrus through eyes that felt positively fogged with lust. “No, Sir, I’m not in pain.”

“Brave girl,” Cyrus crooned. “That’s my pet.”

Prue felt the praise warm her to her toes. She inhaled deeply as she took in her position.

Cyrus had ushered her straight to the playroom once they’d entered his house, ordering Prue into her submissive position as he walked around the room, readying the equipment he’d need. Prue hadn’t dared to look up to see what he was doing, and when he’d returned to stand in front of her, she wasn’t brave enough to sneak a peek.

On Cyrus’s command Prue had shed her dress, shoes, and thong, hanging the dress before undressing Cyrus as well. She’d had a hard time not letting her hands explore his hard planes and bunched muscles, but he hadn’t told her to touch him beyond what it took to get his clothes off.

He’d walked her, both of them naked, to a padded platform on the floor where he’d instructed her to find her position once more. Prue had sunk to her knees, grateful for the padding under them, while Cyrus had attached a pair of leather cuffs to her wrists. He’d pulled them tight before looping them together with a nylon rope that dangled from the ceiling, tugging the rope so that Prue had to raise her hands over her head. The rope ran through a ring on the ceiling, securing her so that she was raised high on her knees with her hands reaching up in the cuffs. Cyrus completed his preparations by securing a spreader bar to her legs just above her knees, forcing her legs to stay spread wide as she knelt on the padded platform. He’d left her for a moment, leaving her in an agony of anticipation as she waited to see where he’d gone. She could hear him behind her, but since he was out of her line of vision, she was unable to see what he was doing, and it had almost killed her. When he’d returned, he was wearing his leathers with his hair down around his shoulders, his sexy tattoos on display.

Cyrus was twirling something in his hands, and Prue gulped as she realized it was a butt plug. It wasn’t as big as the one Alejandro had used on Callie, but it wasn’t as small as the ones she was used to.

“Have you ever had your ass plugged, pet?” Cyrus somehow managed to make the dirty question sound sweet, erasing Prue’s embarrassment.

Prue looked up at him with trust. “Yes, Sir. I plug my ass when I pleasure myself.”

Cyrus’s gaze was cold. “Then this won’t be new for you.”

Prue looked at the plug with apprehension. “That’s a bigger plug than I’m used to, Sir.”

“And my cock is bigger than the plug, little sub. And since I fully intend to ream that luscious ass, your tiny asshole will need to be stretched.”

Prue swallowed, the bluntness of Cyrus’s words sending a myriad of sparks skittering through her system, arousing her anew. “Yes, Sir.”

“We’ll need to lube this plug before I shove it up your ass.” Cyrus held the plug between his big index finger and thumb, twirling it back and forth. “Open your mouth, sub.”

Prue’s mouth fell open on a moan. She’d never done anything so erotic in her life, especially since she knew she’d be actively participating in her own punishment.

Cyrus wasted no time, inserting the butt plug between Prue’s lips. “Suck, pet. Get this plug nice and wet so I can put it in that dainty asshole of yours.”

Prue sucked the plug. She ran her tongue over it, exploring the tapered end and where it flared out before narrowing at the base. She drew her lips back the length of the plug, comparing its girth to that of Cyrus’s cock, depositing saliva on every surface she could reach.

“Good girl,” Cyrus crooned, “we’ll see if we can’t put your talented mouth to better use soon.” He withdrew the plug from Prue’s mouth, a long string of saliva following it from her lips as Cyrus drew it down between her breasts to trace the tip of it teasingly above her pubic bone as he knelt in front of her.

“I don’t know, I think we could get this plug a little more lubed up. I wouldn’t want you to have too big a bite of pain, pet.” Cyrus continued his slow journey, the wet path he traced down to Prue’s pussy becoming cold as her saliva dried.

Prue knelt perfectly still as Cyrus fitted the tapered tip of the butt plug to the soft opening of her pussy, rotating it slowly so it got covered with her cream.

“You see, pet, this is part of your punishment as well.” Cyrus looked deep into Prue’s eyes as he spoke, never stopping the slow movement of the plug as he pressed it into her slit. “It’s smooth, so it’s not going to stimulate you, but it will remind you of how it feels to have a full pussy.”

Prue moaned as Cyrus withdrew the plug. Her pussy clenched uselessly at the smooth surface, and she cried out as it was removed entirely. She stilled as Cyrus stood up, circling around her to kneel behind her. He reached up and released one end of the rope, giving Prue enough slack that she pitched forward as her arms were freed. Cyrus kept a hand on her lower back, pressing her down as she would have righted herself.

“Stay down, pet. Keep that lovely ass in the air so I can plug it.”

Prue stilled completely as she felt the blunt tip of the plug press against her anus, Cyrus’s hand spreading her cheeks apart. Her cunt had dripped more of her juices down to her dark hole, and Cyrus’s insertion of the plug into her pussy had ensured it was more than wet enough to be pushed into her ass.

“What a pretty sight, seeing your asshole swallow the plug.” Cyrus pressed the plug into Prue’s ass, making her moan as she fought to press back against him. “I can’t wait until it’s my cock your asshole is swallowing.”

Prue clenched at Cyrus’s words, imagining his big cock invading her most private opening, and she groaned as the squeeze of the muscles in her anus caused her asshole to tighten around the plug, igniting a ferocious burn that sizzled up the walls of her rectum.

“That’s my sweet pet.” Cyrus’s voice had taken on a harder edge, and it made Prue clench again to hear how cold he sounded. “That’s it, pet, tighten your ass around the plug. That’ll give you the burn you love so much.”

Prue felt herself relax at Cyrus’s words. This man knew her so well, and they’d only known one another for such a brief time. She trusted him with her body, and she knew he would give her what she needed. She fluttered the muscles of her ass around the plug, the press and release of the tight ring of her anus alternately allowing Cyrus to ease the plug in and forcing him to press, making the delightful burn stop and start.

They were both panting by the time Cyrus had settled the plug deep in her rectum, Prue whimpering softly as she continued to caress the plug with her internal muscles. Cyrus rubbed both hands over her bottom cheeks, flicking the end of the plug before standing tall once more.

“I’m glad you like squeezing the plug, pet.” Cyrus tugged on the rope, making Prue rise to her knees once more. “You’re going to have to squeeze to keep it inside.” With that, Cyrus pulled the rope so that Prue’s arms were once again suspended from the ring in the ceiling, and this time he tied the rope, securing it so that she couldn’t move. Cyrus left her line of sight once more, making Prue groan as the plug shifted in her ass as she moved to try and see where he’d gone.

“Do you know why I’m going to punish you, pet?” Cyrus returned to stand in front of Prue, and her eyes widened as they locked onto what he was holding.

Rather than a paddle or cane—
or any other implement I’ve ever seen—
Cyrus held a flogger with at least a dozen long tassels. What Prue thought was odd about the flogger was that the tassels were all made of different materials. Some of them were long and springy, as if made of rubber, and others were made of faux fur. The rubber tassels were tipped with small black beads.

“Yes, Sir,” Prue whispered, clearing her throat before continuing. “You’re going to punish me because I showered without you this morning, and because I went to the dance studio by myself.”

Cyrus cupped Prue’s chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “And?” His eyes were stern.

“And because I touched myself in your office.”

“No, not because you touched yourself. Because you tried to steal an orgasm.”

Prue nodded. “Yes, Sir, because I tried to steal an orgasm.”

Cyrus backed up. “How many do you think you deserve?” He tapped the flogger against the palm of one hand, and Prue found herself entranced.

“Ten, Sir?” Prue asked hopefully.

Cyrus grinned, the gesture malicious in the extreme. “That’s a good beginning, pet. Ten for showering alone and then leaving, and let’s say another ten for trying to steal an orgasm.”

Prue gulped. Twenty?
Damn but that’s a high number.

Cyrus walked around Prue, stopping behind her and dragging the flogger over her shoulders, making goose bumps break out on her skin. “You’ll count for me, pet. And if you lose count, I’ll start over.”

Without a moment’s delay, Cyrus cracked the flogger over Prue’s ass.

“One!” she cried, wiggling slightly as the strangest sensations bloomed on her skin. The rubber tassels of the flogger, beaded at the tips, licked like flames across her skin while the furred tassels tickled like crazy. The combined pain and ticklish sensation had Prue moaning.

Cyrus struck again, this time on Prue’s other ass cheek.

“Two,” she whimpered, the combination of the soft and hard tassels more pronounced this time. She clenched hard on the plug in her ass as she tried to relieve the alternate sting and tickle of the flogger, the burn in her anus adding another layer to the riot of sensation coursing through her system.

“Ah, I believe you’ve discovered why this is punishment,” Cyrus noted, “and why punishment can be so delicious.”

In a move Prue didn’t expect, Cyrus whirled to stand in front of her, bringing the flogger down in a series of blows across her back, under her arm, and against her sensitive side. Here the furry floggers were more deadly than the stinging ones since Prue’s sides were super ticklish. She squirmed, remembering at the last moment to count out the blows, and she found herself panting as the muscles of her ass burned against the plug.

Prue screamed the count as Cyrus flogged her breasts, delivering lash after lash across the tender flesh, changing his aim to catch the ultrasensitive undersides, the hardened buds of her nipples, and the outsides of her breasts, making them jiggle.

“Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen,” Prue gasped, writhing as she absorbed the fiery, ticklish pleasure forced upon her. “Please, do it again.” The plea was out before she could stifle it, and Prue bit her lip and looked at the floor.

Cyrus paused in his lashing. “You like having your tits whipped.”

Prue felt her face flame. It was dark and dirty and sounded so bad, but it was true. She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Cyrus dragged the tassels of the flogger over Prue’s breasts. “Did you know that before you came to me, pet?”

Prue shook her head. “No, Sir.”

Cyrus delivered a hard lash to Prue’s right breast, followed by one to her left after she’d gasped out the count. “I’ll have to remember that for future, pet.”

Knowing they were into the home stretch, Prue began trembling. She was in an agony of need, the flogging igniting a fire deep within her and doing nothing to relieve it. She was dying for Cyrus to run his hands over her body to assuage the tickle she still felt, and she wanted him to soothe the pink marks the beaded tassels had left on her skin. Her body was so confused, punished and pleasured all at once, and she felt like she was about to combust from not knowing what to feel.

Cyrus lashed out once more, and Prue screamed out the last four in the count as he mercilessly flogged her inner thighs, never once touching her pussy.

The lashes on her thighs made her clench even harder on the plug stuffed in her ass, and she burst into tears as the sensations overwhelmed her. She was dimly aware of Cyrus untying her, briskly massaging her arms before gathering her into his arms and walking with her to the bed in the playroom. She sobbed as he set her down, arranging himself against the head before tugging her onto his lap and pulling a blanket around her. She quieted by degrees as he stroked and petted her, running his hands lightly all over her body, keeping her cradled against his big chest.

Prue hiccupped. “I’m sorry, Cyrus.”

Cyrus tightened his hold on her. “Why are you sorry, Prue?”

Prue smiled up at him sadly. “I doubt the women you’re used to behave like this.”

Cyrus frowned at her. “First of all, you’re my sub right now, so there are no other women I’m used to. Secondly, what the hell are you talking about? Behave like what?”

“I thought I knew about being a sub.” Prue twisted the blanket in her hands. “I’ve never been through anything like this, and I’m confused and a little scared.”