Prue's Promises [Submissive Sirens 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (24 page)

Turning back to Cyrus Prue began to dance with abandon. She’d decided to keep the shoes on, knowing they did awesome things for her calves, and she lifted one foot to the edge of the chair between Cyrus’s spread legs. She tangled her hands in her hair and leaned back, never losing the rhythm of the dance, peeking down to see that Cyrus’s attention was riveted on the shadowed cleft between her thighs.

Prue lowered her leg and gave herself to the music, incorporating her belly dance training as well as the burlesque she loved so much. As she popped her hips and slid them from side to side, she danced around the back of Cyrus’s chair, massaging his wide shoulders and leaning down to nibble on his neck. She danced back around in front of him, and felt her inner demon come out.

Prue smiled wickedly at her Dom before stepping right up between his spread legs, balancing herself on the edge of the chair before lifting one foot to rest on the chair back behind Cyrus’s shoulder. She continued her sensuous movements, knowing he’d be on eye level with her pussy. She figured what was good for the goose was good for the gander, and he’d tortured the hell out of her tonight. Time for a little payback. Prue flexed forward, pressing herself further toward Cyrus.

What she hadn’t banked on was the effect dancing for Cyrus would have on her. She was getting just as turned on as him, knowing she was being really dirty about this, and she actually felt a trickle of hot cream slide down her leg as she stood with her pussy just hovering over Cyrus’s mouth. She kicked back from where her foot rested, bringing it down to the floor before lowering the other one as well. She danced to one side of the chair and swung her leg over Cyrus’s lap, straddling him as she stayed standing above him, rocking her hips and grinding right down to his lap before rising back up again. She leaned her breasts toward Cyrus’s face, knowing she was torturing them both.

Cyrus’s breath was coming faster, and Prue knew her time was almost up. She leaned down a little until her face was level with his, and she lowered herself down to her Dom’s lap, pressing her creamy pussy right against the head of Cyrus’s drooling erection. She leaned back so that her hands rested on Cyrus’s legs, lifting one foot then the other to rest on his shoulders, loving the way the sexy stilettos looked up around Cyrus’s ears.

Continuing to move in time with the music, Prue began to roll her hips, treating herself and Cyrus to an intimate dance that had the head of his cock splitting the seam of her pussy as she rocked up and down.

Finally pushed past his endurance, Cyrus picked Prue right up off the chair, keeping her legs above his shoulders, and walked her over to the sofa where he unceremoniously dropped her. Prue squeaked as she bounced, as startled by the loss of contact as she was by the rough treatment. She watched Cyrus, her heart beating double time as she watched him fish a condom out of his pocket and tear quickly into the packet, making quick work of rolling it on. He stepped out of his pants, and then he was on her.

Prue moaned as her Dom pushed her legs wide apart, kneeling between them and pulling her pussy lips apart with his big thumbs. Prue felt Cyrus lash her clit with his tongue, and she keened, the long hours she’d spent being tortured by him catching up with her in an instant.

“Cy, may I come?” Prue gritted the question out between clenched teeth, not sure what she’d do if Cyrus said no.

“Not yet, pet.” Cyrus’s voice was ragged, his words muffled as he spoke into her pussy. “You come on my cock, not my tongue.”

Prue wailed her disbelief, clenching her hands into the cushions of the sofa and preparing herself to fight an epic battle of wills. She didn’t know if she could stop herself from coming, but the knowledge that Cyrus wanted her to try gave her extra fortitude. She mentally rehearsed the multiplication tables as Cyrus attacked her clit with vicious licks, stabbing his tongue into her slit and laving her asshole before coming back up to maul her tender bud. She managed to get to the elevens before Cyrus showed a modicum of restraint, finally pulling his face out of Prue’s pussy and leaving her gasping for air.

“I’m proud of you, pet.” Cyrus’s voice was honeyed as he pulled Prue onto his lap, positioning her for reverse cowgirl. “You’re off the leash now. Come as many times as you can for the rest of the night.”

Prue sobbed her gratitude as Cyrus lifted her slightly, bringing her back down on the head of his dick. Knowing every step to this particular dance, Prue leaned forward and braced her hands on his knees as she pushed back, not caring that it burned a little from this angle. Cyrus was so big, and even as wet as she was it was difficult at first to accommodate his impressive length and girth. Tonight, though, Prue craved his rough touch. The torture had set off a primal reaction in her, and instead of being cowed, she wanted to be appeased. She shoved back against his cock, growling a little as it slid deep into her pussy, tickling her sensitive walls as it filled her up. She heard Cyrus laugh a little in response to her rough sounds.

“Does my pet need it rough tonight?” Cyrus punctuated his question by reaching around Prue’s front, pinching her nipples hard.

Prue squealed. “Oh please, Cy, fuck me hard.” She nearly cried as all movement came to an abrupt halt.

“You want it rough, my sweet little sub, you take it from me.”

Prue gasped her delight as Cyrus’s words registered, and she leaned further forward, pushing hard against Cyrus’s knees as she forced his cock deeper into her clenching cunt. She rose up before slamming back down again, aware that Cyrus still held her nipples in a punishing grip. Loving the rough fucking, punctuated by their grunts and moans, Prue became lost as she rode her Dom at a furious pace.

Just as she began to feel the delicious tingles that heralded her impending orgasm, Prue cried out when Cyrus suddenly pulled himself straight out of her and lifted her right off his lap. She was so stunned she didn’t know what to say, and all she could do was look at him. Tears began to well in her eyes, and she felt them begin to fall as she thought she understood what was happening.

“More tor–tor–torture?” Prue sobbed, barely able to even say the word.

Cyrus gently wiped away one of her tears. “No, pet, no more torture. I just thought now would be a good time to show you what it feels like to take your Dom’s cock up your ass.”

Prue gulped, and before she could say anything else, she found herself flipped neatly over on her stomach, one of the couch cushions beneath her hips so that her ass was lifted in the air. She didn’t know whether to be excited or nervous. She needed to come so badly!

Prue felt Cyrus kneel between her legs, spreading them further apart with his own knees. He leaned over her, covering her briefly with his hard heat as he whispered dark, dirty words into her ear.

“I’ve been thinking about taking your ass since the first time I met you. I’ve plugged you enough that you can take me with only a little burn—and, baby, I’m willing to bet you’re going to like that little bit of fire.”

Prue felt her cheeks clench in reaction to Cyrus’s words, and she mewled with a heady combination of lust and fear.

Cyrus reared up above her once more. “Hands on the arm of the sofa, pet.” He waited until Prue had complied, reaching her arms up above her head until her hands were braced against the sofa arm. “Good girl.”

Prue bit her lip. “Cyrus? I’m nervous.”

Cyrus stroked a soothing hand down Prue’s back. “I love when you’re nervous, pet. Little bits of nerves combined with all that passion you keep inside make your Dom very hard, very ready to fuck your brains out.”

Prue moaned, Cyrus’s words igniting something deep inside her. It was arousing, knowing she was at his mercy, that her slight fear only made him burn hotter for her.

Cyrus reached slowly, deliberately for Prue’s bottom cheeks, pulling one to the side as he traced a big finger around her most private opening. She felt herself clench and heard Cyrus laugh.

“You’re not going to keep me out tonight, pet. In fact, you riding me dripped your sweet cream right down to my balls—and it lubed up this pretty rosebud.”

Prue moaned softly, knowing he must be right. Cyrus wouldn’t even need to use lube to penetrate her ass, what with the amount she’d been creaming before when they’d fucked. She sucked in a breath as she felt Cyrus’s finger slip slowly, deliberately into her ass, pressing her cream past her anus and into her rectum, followed by the press of another finger added to the first. She squirmed a little, embarrassed at how arousing she found the sensation, and not wanting it to stop.

As if she had a choice. Cyrus’s movements were deliberate, showing Prue that no matter what she did, short of using her safeword, Cyrus was going to claim her ass tonight.

As that thought registered, she felt his fingers withdraw from her ass, and her eyes widened as he lined up the rounded head of his cock to kiss her asshole. She closed her eyes and pushed against the arm of the sofa as the pressure grew, and with a sudden pop, the knob of Cyrus’s cock was breaching her anus.

The burn was unbelievable. Prue felt her eyes leak as the burn grew hotter when Cyrus pushed more of his length into her ass, and she could hear little sounds coming from her mouth that she couldn’t connect with the rest of her. Cyrus paused now and then to give her time to get used to the stretch, and each time he paused, Prue thought he was all the way in, only to gasp as he added another inch. The burn had radiated up the walls of her rectum from her stretched anus, igniting a fire deep inside her that made her want to touch her clit. She was startled that Cyrus was right, that the slight pain of his entry had morphed into a delicious pinch and burn that made her want to writhe on his dick.

“I’m in, baby.” Cyrus’s voice sounded like gravel, and Prue was startled to realize she was so wrapped up in the feeling of fullness in her ass that she hadn’t even noticed when Cyrus’s pelvis had lodged against her ass, his neatly trimmed pubic hair brushing her cheeks.

Prue moaned long and loud as she unwittingly clenched on the monster cock impaling her, sending tendrils of flame rocketing from her anus to where Cyrus’s cock still tickled the walls of her rectum.

Cyrus returned her moan with a lusty groan. “Your ass is so tight, so sweet…it felt like the top of my dick was going to pop off when I stuck it in you.”

Prue gasped as she responded as she always did to Cyrus’s dirty words. Normally her pussy would clench—preferably around Cyrus’s cock—but now when her pussy clenched, it felt empty, but the clench of her ass made her see stars. Experimentally she clenched her ass a few times, sometimes with more force, sometimes with less, and she was delighted that with each clench not only did those beautiful flames go dancing through her pelvis but that Cyrus groaned each time as well.

“All right, pet, I think you’re ready.”

And with that, Cyrus began withdrawing his cock from Prue’s rectum, sliding against the walls of her anus with a delicious friction that had Prue rising up on her knees to try and keep up. She moaned and gasped as Cyrus pulled his dick out almost to the knob, then began the dance all over again as he slid back inside.

Prue alternately pushed back against him and pulled away, adding her efforts to his as they began to pick up speed. The slap of flesh on flesh was accompanied by sighs and groans, grunts and squeals as they began to fuck one another in earnest, Cyrus driving his cock in and out of Prue’s ass as she used the arm of the sofa for leverage.

Prue felt her eyes drift shut as she felt Cyrus’s balls swing between their spread legs, the force of his thrusts and her counter thrusts making his velvety sacs brush against her clit with each movement. She felt her eyes fly open in the next instant as she felt Cyrus’s big hands come down on her breasts, his fingers and thumbs once again capturing her nipples in a punishing pinch.

“I love fucking your ass.” Cyrus’s words rasped directly into Prue’s ear. “The next time I torture you, I’m going to strap a butterfly onto your clit and stick my cock in your ass.”

Prue couldn’t help herself, her inner brat loving the threat. “Promise?”

Cyrus snarled, sinking his full length into Prue’s ass with a force that made her squeal. “I’m going to lie down on my back with my cock in your ass, my front to your back, and I’m going to tie you to the bed. Then I’m going to turn the butterfly on, and I’ll flog your tits every time you come.”

Prue felt her mouth fall open, and she thought she might be drooling. That sounded equally parts delicious and awful. Right now though, she had a more pressing concern. “Cy, I think I’m going to come. May I come?”

Cyrus pinched her nipples even harder. “Fucking right you’re going to come. Come for me, pet, right now.”

As he spoke, Cyrus released Prue’s nipples, and she thought she’d go out of her mind as the blood rushed back in. She screamed, the fire in her nipples seeming to connect to the fire in her ass as Cyrus slammed his cock in and out, and she felt her ass clamp down as her orgasm hit her with the force of a tidal wave. She clenched over and over, the burn feeding into itself as with each clench she squeezed the big dick still pillaging her. Finally she took Cyrus with her, his roar drowning out her own pitiful whimpers and cries as she felt his cock pulse deep in her rectum as he filled the condom with his cum.

Prue felt Cyrus pull out, and she was grateful for his cuddling as she moaned when the broad knob of his cock popped back out of her ass. He rose briefly to discard the condom then came back, gathering Prue into his arms as he carried her up the stairs to the loft, setting her down briefly as he ran a bath for them both. After settling into the steaming water and cleaning them both thoroughly, he spoke.

“Okay, pet, another few minutes in here and we’ll go to bed. You still need your maintenance.”

Prue groaned. The thought of getting spanked right now was kind of scary.

Cyrus chuckled. “What did you expect? I assume you were naughty at some point today when I wasn’t around.”

Prue grumbled to herself, ignoring the tightening she felt in her pussy. There was no way she was going to allow herself to get aroused now. Famous last words, she thought as Cyrus dried her and led her to the bed.