Prue's Promises [Submissive Sirens 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (20 page)

Now, after an hour of being in Cyrus’s presence as he’d watched her teach dance to the other subs, she was ready to beg him for release. She’d felt his eyes on her as she’d demonstrated moves, and the burn in his baby blues made her pussy clench each time she looked at him.

“Master Cyrus.” The clipped voice drew Prue’s attention to Olenka, who had attended Prue’s dance class again this morning.

“Yes, Lady?” Cyrus’s use of the respectful title sealed the deal for Prue, identifying the Russian once and for all as a Domme. Cyrus wouldn’t use that kind of title on someone he wasn’t positive deserved it.

“You frighten subs in class today. Perhaps you should stay out of studio when your sub is to be teaching.”

Prue sucked in a breath at Olenka’s bluntness. If Prue ever talked to Cyrus like that, she knew she’d be bent over the nearest piece of furniture in a heartbeat, her ass on fire while Cyrus whipped it.

Cyrus merely smiled. “Perhaps it’s your presence that has the subs on edge, Lady. Last time I checked, this was a class for subs only.”

Olenka waved her hand gracefully, dismissing what Cyrus said. “This is only dance class available. If you want me to leave class, you had better to engage Prue to teach dance to Dommes as well.” She smiled at Prue. At least, Prue thought she was smiling. It was really more of a grimace, and it was a teeny bit scary.

“Why don’t you teach the Dommes?” Cyrus’s tone was mildly curious. “I had no idea you were so talented when it comes to dance, Lady. We could negotiate an addition to your duties if you wish.”

Olenka snorted, even managing to make the derogatory sound seem elegant. “I do not teach. I have not Prue’s patience.”

Cyrus laughed. “Prue’s only patient when it suits her.” He reached out and tickled Prue’s side, making her dribble water down her chin since she was in the middle of taking a sip from her bottle. She glared at him as she mopped her face.

Olenka raised her eyebrows, looking at Prue as if assessing her. “Oh? Then you do not discipline her enough, Cyrus.”

Prue gasped. She looked back and forth from Cyrus to Olenka, not sure what to say. She was gathering her courage to rebuff both of them when Cyrus’s voice cracked around her.

“Find your position, sub. Clothing on.”

Without conscious thought, Prue sank to the floor, setting her bottle down before placing her hands on her thighs. Her hair was already out of the way, rolled into its customary bun, and she simply dropped her gaze while spreading her knees even further and making sure her back was ramrod straight.

Olenka seemed to realize she’d overstepped. “Very nice form, Cyrus. I meant no offense. She is your sub to train as you wish.”

Cyrus reached down, stroking Prue’s head. The small contact made her feel comforted. “It’s no fun if they don’t fight, Ollie.” Prue was charmed to hear the austere Russian addressed so informally, wondering if the woman liked the nickname.

Olenka sniffed. “You are right. It is more fun when they resist.” She looked down at Prue. “You do your Master credit, sub. You are making a difference to the women you teach.”

Prue was touched at the compliment, but she was unsure of whether she had permission to respond. She bit her lip and stayed still.

“Mistress Olenka paid you a compliment, pet. You have permission to thank her.” Cyrus’s voice was indulgent, and Prue nuzzled his hand a little as he continued to stroke her. She was happy she’d pleased him.

“Thank you, Mistress.” Prue swallowed no small amount of fear as she risked looking up at Olenka. “Mistress, if it would please you, I would be happy to work with you one-on-one since the level of class I’m teaching the other subs is far beneath your level of skill.” Prue felt Cyrus suck in a breath, and she hastened to tack another thought onto her offer. “Of course, I will only be able to do so when my Master can spare me.”

Prue watched as Olenka looked at Cyrus. “Would it be a problem for this to happen as she say? I have not had opportunity to dance in so long. I would like to work with someone who is capable to working at my level.”

Cyrus looked down at Prue. “That was a very generous offer, pet. I think it would make Mistress Olenka very happy to work with you.” He turned his attention back to the Russian Domme. “She is free now. I’ll be back to collect her for lunch in an hour and a half.”

Olenka actually clapped her hands, whirling away to see what music Prue had on her iPod. “Wonderful. We will dance now. Thank you, Cyrus.”

Cyrus helped Prue up, cupping her face in his hands as he looked deep into her eyes, speaking softly so only she could hear. “Pet, do you have any bisexual tendencies I need to know about?”

Prue felt her mouth fall open in confusion.
Where the hell did that come from?
“No, Sir. I’ve never been interested in women.”

Cyrus kissed her on the forehead. “Thank you, pet, I had to ask.” He turned to Olenka. “Ollie,” he said, his tone deceptively mild, “keep your hands off my sub, please.”

Olenka smiled wickedly at Cyrus, the decadent grin perfectly at home on her beautiful face. “Your sub is tempting, Cyrus, but not my type. Too much brat to interest me.”

Prue squeaked, totally shocked. She didn’t know if she should be pleased that Cyrus didn’t want to share her or miffed that Olenka thought she was a brat. She settled for glaring at both of them.

Olenka raised an eyebrow. “Do I have permission to punish her if she misbehaves?”

Prue gasped, her eyes darting to Cyrus as she beseeched him to say no. It wasn’t the thought of punishment at a woman’s hands that turned her off, rather it was the idea of anyone except Cyrus laying a hand on her ass that made her a little freaked out.

“Absolutely not.” Cyrus’s tone had gone positively arctic. “No one touches her but me.” He looked at Prue, smiling slightly to see her beaming at him. She was thrilled with his answer. “You will tell me if she misbehaves though, and I’ll deal with it myself.”

Olenka nodded. “Agreed.”

Prue sighed. She’d never get used to this.

* * * *

An hour later, Prue and Olenka were just finishing up. They’d worked hard, moving from the burlesque style dance in Prue’s class to classic ballet. Prue didn’t remember the last time she’d had a workout quite like this, and she was gratified that Olenka’s face was flushed and she had also needed to catch her breath every once in a while.

They stretched in companionable silence, each with an eye on the other’s cooldown routine to see if there were any skills they could adopt. When they were both finished, they flopped down, each guzzling water from her bottle.

“That was amazing,” Prue groaned. She’d be feeling that workout for days.

Olenka leaned back against one of the mirrored walls, uncaring that she was so warm the glass was getting foggy around her body. “It was excellent to be able to dance again. How I have missed it.”

Prue looked curiously at the Domme, deciding that now was a perfect time for a little recon. “What made you stop?”

Olenka smiled, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the mirror. “I am too old to dance anymore.”

Prue wasn’t buying that for a second. The woman could be working with any major ballet company in a number of roles. “Okay, then what made you come to
Cuero
?”

Olenka opened an eye, and Prue felt herself pinned beneath Olenka’s look. “I like being Domme. It is fun to spend my days punishing naughty subs.”

Prue felt the warning implicit in Olenka’s tone, but she couldn’t let it go. She felt like she was right on the edge of something here. She let the silence stretch, shrugging before smiling at Olenka and taking another drink from her water bottle. When she judged that the Domme had relaxed again, she pushed a little further.

“I guess if you wanted to be a Domme, this was the perfect place since Viktor was already here.”

Olenka’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “Viktor? What does he have to do with me being Domme?”

Prue wanted to pump a fist. She’d finally found something that didn’t jive! She calmed herself, making sure she sounded casual. “Oh, I just meant since you two knew each other. Lulu mentioned you’ve been friends for ages, and Viktor pulled some strings to get you a job in the dungeon.”

Olenka looked at Prue, all of their camaraderie gone. “Lulu enjoys to talk, sometimes too much.” Olenka took a long pull from her bottle of water. “It is always good to be careful when you speak to strangers.”

Prue felt warning prickles across the back of her neck. Olenka’s statement came out more than a little threatening, and she wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Be careful, Prue.” Olenka’s eyes were speculative.

Prue made a mental note to lay low for a bit, just stick to dance where the beautiful Russian was concerned and leave off asking questions.

“Cyrus will not be happy to hear if you spend too much time talking to strangers.” Olenka screwed the cap back onto her water bottle, standing up and walking gracefully to the door of the studio. “Thank you for the class.”

Prue scrambled up, petrified Olenka was going to tell Cyrus she’d been asking questions. She was about to say something, but Olenka was already turning away.

Before she could reach for the door handle, the door opened and Cyrus walked in. Prue caught her breath, worried as hell about where this was going to go.

“Did you enjoy your time?” He smiled at Prue, his smile dimming as he felt the tension in the room.

Olenka looked back at Prue, her eyes full of warning. “It was excellent. I am pissy because your Prue is better than me. We make plans to meet again after next class, and maybe then I show her why Russia is best for ballet.” Olenka’s eyes dared Prue to contradict her.

Prue forced herself to smile. “She’s being too hard on herself.” She walked over to Cyrus, meeting Olenka’s gaze steadily. “I’m sure there are things she could teach me as well.”
There. I’m not going to let this bitch think I’m afraid of her.

Olenka smiled slightly. “Until our next class.” Nodding to Cyrus, she left the studio.

Cyrus wasted no time in grabbing Prue’s hand and dragging her out of the studio in the direction of his house. “Come on, pet, we only have an hour before it’s time for Alejandro’s session, and you need to eat.” He hustled her along, seemingly oblivious to her mind that was miles away.

Prue was thinking hard. Olenka knew something, of that she was certain. And the woman had made plans for another private session. Prue felt a cold finger of fear trace down her spine. She’d better start gaining ground, because whatever was going on at
Cuero
was happening right under her nose.

Prue couldn’t contain her excitement as she and Cyrus walked into the room, seeing that they were the last couple to arrive. She blushed and averted her eyes as she felt the group turn to look, sure they must know why she and Cyrus were so late. Cyrus squeezed her hand encouragingly, and when she sneaked a peek up at him, she saw that he was in full Dom mode, staring evenly at the others in the room. He sat down in his usual chair, gesturing for Prue to seat herself in his lap as she had for the last session. Prue sat gingerly, her pussy still throbbing.

After escorting her back to his house following her dance workshop with Olenka, Cyrus had practically torn Prue’s clothes off of her as he dragged her into the shower. She was beginning to feel positively decadent, showering twice a day, but now that she knew about Cyrus’s past, she understood his compulsion about being clean.

They’d stood in the shower for approximately six seconds before they’d attacked each other. Luckily Cyrus was good with his hands, because in those six seconds he’d donned a condom, making Prue’s mouth water as she watched him roll the thin latex down his thick cock. His dick had stood straight up, wearing its little rain jacket as Prue practically drooled. Frantic to come after her morning maintenance and then having Cyrus watch her teach, Prue threw herself at her Dom and battled him for control of the moment. Cyrus, as usual, was having none of it. He forced Prue back against the wall, tugging her head backward by her hair as he tipped her face up, letting her gasp as he bent down and mauled her breasts. He bit and licked the tender globes until Prue was thrashing, and before long she was begging him to fuck her.

Cyrus had obliged. He’d lifted her up, hooking his forearms beneath her thighs, spreading her wide against the wall of the shower as he fucked straight into her needy cunt. He’d rammed his oversized dick into her again and again, gravity aiding him in getting as deep as possible. Prue had screamed and bucked, his rough loving not enough to appease the frantic need building in her core, sending fiery tendrils of lust blossoming down the walls of her sheath to tickle Cyrus’s cock.

Prue had moaned in frustration, ready to come but seemingly unable to do so. It had shocked her that she wasn’t able to come because Cyrus hadn’t given her permission, but she found herself unconsciously holding herself back from that edge until he told her she could throw herself off it. She had relaxed into his relentless fucking, taking each pounding thrust with a moan as his hips twisted and he screwed right back in. She gave over to Cyrus, and he’d growled with primal satisfaction at her total submission, bouncing her even harder on his cock.

Prue had leaned her head to rest on his shoulder, her arms looped around her Dom’s neck as she bore his rough penetration. He hadn’t lasted much longer after that. He’d thrust a few more times, seemingly unwilling to stop, and then had lifted one hand to grip Prue’s hair and haul her head back from his shoulder. He’d told her to come, his glittering gaze holding her passionate one as he covered her mouth with his. He’d swallowed her screams, sweeping his tongue through her mouth passionately and slanting his firm lips over hers again and again. Prue had detonated around him, the force of her climax sending Cyrus to his knees as she milked his thick cock still pillaging her sodden pussy. He’d groaned long and loud as he came, and his whole beautiful body had broken out into goose bumps from the force of his climax.