Prue's Promises [Submissive Sirens 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (17 page)

Cyrus kissed Prue gently on her forehead, making her feel oddly cherished. “Did you like what I did? Be honest.”

Prue gulped. “I loved it.”

“I don’t think you know how submissive you are, Prue. I’m honored that I’m the Dom who gets to show you.” Cyrus gently disentangled the blanket from where Prue had twisted it. “You’re confused because I woke something up inside you that you didn’t know was there, and you’re trying to make sense of it.”

Prue looked at Cyrus, confused. “I don’t get it.”

“The line between pleasure and pain is a fine one, and you like to blur it.” Cyrus cupped Prue’s chin, forcing her to look at him when she would have looked away. “Your body craves something your mind tells you is wrong, and it’s hard to make them meet in the middle.”

Prue looked at Cyrus in wonder. “Seriously? That’s what this is?”

Cyrus smiled coolly, making Prue aware of her pussy once more. “Nice girls don’t like having their asses stretched and plugged. Nice girls don’t suck the cocks of men they don’t know and swallow their cum. And nice girls don’t like having their tits flogged.”

Prue felt her body warm as she considered what Cyrus said. She’d loved all those things when she’d done them with him, and she felt the truth in everything he was saying. Maybe being nice was overrated. Maybe, for once in her life, for the next few weeks, she could be submissive instead of nice. She liked the sound of that.

“Sir?”

Cyrus responded instantly to the respectful address. “Yes, pet?”

“Do nice girls like being fucked while their asses are plugged? Because I don’t think I want to be nice.”

Cyrus smiled a slow, cold smile that ignited the fire in Prue’s core once more. “Before we decide how nice you are, pet, I need to know something. You didn’t safeword, but I need to know if you’re okay to continue. We’re not finished with your punishment yet, and I don’t work backward.” Cyrus paused, looking searchingly at Prue. “Do you want to continue?”

Prue smiled shyly. “I’m not thinking about ballet, Sir.”

Cyrus’s smile cooled further. “Excellent. Then in that case, on your knees, sub.”

Prue clambered out of Cyrus’s lap, kneeling down on the bed and resting her weight on her hands in front of her.

Cyrus tapped the end of the plug still nestled in Prue’s ass, making her gasp as the fire was reignited deep in her rectum. “I’m waiting on an apology, pet.”

Prue moaned as he tugged the end of the plug, rotating it in her ass. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Sorry for what?” Cyrus’s tone was only mildly curious as he played with the plug.

Prue breathed deep. “I’m sorry for showering by myself and leaving without waking you, and I’m very, very sorry I tried to steal an orgasm in your office.”

Cyrus patted Prue’s ass. “Good girl. And are you going to do any of those things again?”

Prue shook her head. “No, Sir.”

Cyrus leaned over Prue’s back, cupping her breasts from underneath and letting her feel his heavy erection nudge between her legs. “Then all is forgiven. But I won’t forget, pet, and if you do it again, you’ll be in such trouble I’ll punish you all night.”

Prue shivered. “Yes, Sir.” She paused a moment. “Sir?”

“What is it, pet?” Cyrus’s fingers had started to pinch at Prue’s nipples, and it was all she could do to focus on what she wanted to ask.

“May I call you Cyrus?”

There was a pause before he answered, his fingers stilling a moment before continuing to pinch and stroke Prue’s hard buds. “It’s part of the contract, pet. When we play together and have sex, you’re welcome to call me by my name.”

Prue sighed in pleasure. “Thank you, Cyrus.”

Cyrus was reeling. He’d always loved the sweet trust of a pretty sub when he played with her and pushed her limits, but this was something altogether different. He’d felt like a god as Prue had come apart in his arms, gifting him with her sweet honesty and her amazing ability to accept herself and him. Cyrus was startled to realize he felt as safe with her as she did with him. He knew that even though they’d just started playing together, he wouldn’t have to shy away from his really dirty tendencies, and that if he led her down dark paths, she wouldn’t just accompany him, rather she’d hold his hand and skip beside him. She was just as eager to explore her limits and push them, and Cyrus wasn’t entirely comfortable with the depth of his response to her. It was his job to stay in control, particularly for her sake since this was new to her, and he’d come dangerously close to losing his control as he watched how beautifully she’d taken to his domination.

Looking at her now was a perfect example, and Cyrus was sorely pressed to move slowly. On her hands and knees, she was bowed down before him, the shadowed cleft of her ass still glistening with moisture as the base of the plug peeked out at him from between her dainty cheeks. He reached forward and tugged the end of the plug experimentally, loving the way Prue groaned as her anus gripped the plug, reluctant to release it. The rosette of her ass, stretched as it was around the plug, made his mouth water as he saw the clinging, shiny pink skin of her rectum peek out at him beyond the tight grip of her anus before he released the plug and it slipped back in. He was looking very, very forward to feeling that grip on his cock.

Cyrus felt his eyes narrow in satisfaction. She was loving his domination, even if it frightened her, and he was enough of a sadist to admit he enjoyed her fear. So why was he trying to move slowly? He could read his sweet pet well enough now to know if something was proving to be too much for her.

He smoothed a hand over her lower back, steadying her and pushing her forward just a little, while with his other hand he surreptitiously guided the head of his cock, now sheathed in a condom, to hover just outside the puffy pink lips of her pussy. He paused for a moment, giving her a second to wonder what was happening, and then he plunged forward into the tight grip of Prue’s cunt. She squealed, her hands fighting to push her body back against him as the force of his thrust threatened to knock her flat onto her chest.

Cyrus grunted, loving the way her tight pussy immediately started the fluttery massage that fisted his dick. He could feel her clenching on him, the spasms heralding her impending orgasm. Cyrus marveled again that he’d found a sub who came when all he did was stick it in her, but he wasn’t about to let her get off so easy this time. Just when he felt Prue’s body begin to tense with her impending release, he pressed his hand harder into her back to keep her where he wanted her and pulled his dick out to the rim of her cunt.

Prue went wild beneath him, screaming out her frustration that he hadn’t let her come. Cyrus smiled to himself. She might be starting to come to terms with how submissive she was, but she wasn’t letting go of the brat, and he liked that. He wanted a sweet sub who did as she was told, but he also enjoyed forcing a woman to her knees, bending her to his will rather than having her roll over every time.

Cyrus reached forward with both hands now, holding Prue’s hips in a punishing grip that would leave marks if she didn’t settle down. He slammed the full length of his cock back into her juicy cunt, enjoying Prue’s throaty moan as his momentum caused his balls to swing upward at the end of the thrust, brushing her little clit. He repeated the motion six, seven more times, pounding into her harder with each pass. Again he could feel Prue’s body starting to gather in her need to climax, and he made a note to himself to work on her ability to hold off an orgasm. For now, he blew her orgasm back in on itself, preventing her from coming by simply pulling his dick out of her cunt.

He came free of her body, and his cock immediately protested, rebelling against the cold air and demanding to be fucked right back into the slippery heat making it so happy, but Cyrus resisted. Prue whimpered, her body writhing in his grip as she thrust blindly backward, trying to find the cock that would fill her up again. Rather than preventing her backward thrusts, Cyrus waited for her to thrust back, then took hold of the base of the plug still lodged in her ass. He didn’t twirl it, didn’t pluck at it, didn’t do anything beyond holding it between his fingers, so that when she writhed forward, still mimicking the action of sex, the plug came halfway out of her ass. When she thrust backward, squealing, Cyrus fucked the plug right back into her asshole, alternately pushing and pulling it to ream her luscious ass in the same motion he’d used to fuck her pussy.

Prue howled. Cyrus couldn’t look away from where he fucked her ass with the plug, and he pushed and pulled even harder as she began thrusting forward and back in earnest. She was a natural when it came to anal play, and Cyrus’s dick throbbed as he thought about taking her dark cherry.

On Prue’s next backward thrust. Cyrus fisted his dick, lining it up with Prue’s dripping slit and sliding it straight into her throbbing heat as she thrust back against the plug. She screamed again as the dual penetration registered, and she stilled completely as Cyrus watched her adjust to the sensation of being double stuffed. He slid one hand from Prue’s hip to between her shoulder blades, pressing down until she whimpered and flattened her back, resting her cheek and shoulders against the mattress but leaving her pussy and ass in the air, spread wide by the plug and Cyrus’s dick. She drew deep, shuddering breaths, and Cyrus was sure her ass was milking the plug the same way her pussy milked his cock.

Happy to be buried back in her cunt, Cyrus’s dick demanded he move. Cyrus pulled the butt plug out as he thrust deeper in her pussy, then reversed the motion, fucking the plug back into her ass as he pulled his cock back out to the entrance to Prue’s slippery hole. He slammed his cock in as he pulled the plug out to the tip, leaving Prue’s asshole gaping, then pressed hard on the plug as he withdrew his cock. He continued like that for what seemed like an eternity as Prue’s whimpers and moans turned to cries and squeals, and when he felt her fucking back against both plug and cock, he drilled both into her together, invading her holes and treating himself to the super tight grip of her cunt as the plug rubbed his cock from behind the veil separating her channels.

“Is your ass milking the plug, pet?” Cyrus interjected with dirty words, wanting to see if his sub liked filthy talk as much as he did.

Prue moaned but didn’t answer. Cyrus’s eyes narrowed. That was unacceptable. He brought all motion to a standstill, his dick pulled out so just the head remained in Prue’s pussy. He tugged the plug from her ass so it, too, was just barely resting inside her.

“I asked you a question, pet. I won’t move until you answer me.”

Prue cried out, clearly unhappy about feeling so empty. “Yes, Sir.”

“Call me Cyrus.” He twirled the plug, not penetrating her deeper but making sure she felt the motion.

Prue moaned long and loud. “Yes, Cyrus, my ass is milking the plug.”

“Do you like how it feels to have your ass stuffed while I fuck this pussy?”

“Oh god, Cyrus, yes!”

“Can you imagine how good it’s going to be when I stuff your cunt with a vibrator and pack your ass full of cock?”

Prue whimpered. “I can’t wait.”

Cyrus could feel how needy her pussy was. It was creaming all around him, bathing him in Prue’s sweet nectar as he felt the silky walls of her pussy contract around the head of his cock. His sub obviously liked when he talked dirty. He was grateful she liked sex dirty, too, because his cock was ready to burst, the cum churning through his balls.

Cyrus tugged Prue’s hands back behind her, noticing she drooled a little on the bed as her face was pressed heavily into the cover. He trapped her hands behind her lower back as he leaned carefully over her, not allowing his cock to slip further inside but slowly replacing the butt plug. He feathered a kiss over her back. “Beg me.”

Prue obviously didn’t have to be told twice, and she began babbling the words guaranteed to make Cyrus go over the edge. “Please, Cy! Pleasepleaseplease, I need your cock in my pussy. Please plug my ass and fuck my cunt!”

Cyrus reared up to kneel behind her once more. “Hold yourself open for me, pet. Spread these pretty cheeks and play with the plug while I fuck you.”

Prue’s delicate fingers reached down, and Cyrus was treated to a naughty show as she spread the cheeks of her ass apart, revealing the base of the plug to his greedy gaze.

“Wider.”

Prue whimpered, her hands tugging her cheeks apart until Cyrus could see the skin was stretched taut around her open asshole. His vision misted as she reached inward with a single finger, pressing on the plug and moaning.

Cyrus returned his grip to Prue’s hips, shoving her forward before pulling her back hard against his engorged dick. He felt Prue’s creamy cunt gush around him, felt the press of the plug from the tight channel of her ass, and he was off. Pistoning his hips and alternately shoving Prue forward and hauling her back, Cyrus only had ears for the slap of flesh against wet flesh as he fucked his sub. They grunted and moaned together, a mindless, savage rutting of two people pushed beyond humanity and into the realm of animals, and Cyrus growled as he felt the cum begin to slip from his balls and into the stalk of his cock. He redoubled his efforts, not wanting the delicious torment to end, and he was conscious that he lifted Prue’s hips right off the bed in his need to plumb her deeper.

“Come, sub,” Cyrus gritted out, “you fucking come for me right now.” He thrust savagely as he felt Prue’s pussy start to contract, the strength of the muscles massaging the seed out of his cock.

“Oh god Cyrus, yes!” Prue wailed her release, her hands never losing their grip as she pushed frantically at the plug in her ass.

Cyrus threw his head back and groaned as he erupted inside her, emptying his balls into her liquid heat. When he was spent and Prue had collapsed to the mattress, Cyrus spread the cheeks of her ass, catching her soft moan as he gently withdrew the plug. He watched her little asshole wink closed, promising that little rosebud he’d be seeing it again very soon.

Taking the plug to be cleaned, Cyrus picked up his sleepy sub, ignoring her protests and carrying her up the stairs to his bathroom. He deposited her in the tub, turning on the tap so that warm water began to cascade over her, and he made quick work of giving the butt plug a thorough cleaning and discarding the condom. Leaving the toy to dry, Cyrus walked back over to the tub where Prue now reclined, half-asleep, and stepped into the warm water after closing the faucet. She grumbled a little as Cyrus shuffled her around to sit between his legs. Cyrus didn’t care. He took aftercare just as seriously as play, and his sub had been through a lot tonight.