Prue's Promises [Submissive Sirens 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (25 page)

Prue was nervous the next day as the women filed out of the dance studio, and she hoped none of her nerves showed as she smiled at them and said good-bye. When the last one had departed, Prue turned to see the reason for her nervousness standing at the barre. This was going to be her second one-on-one class with Olenka, and Prue had no idea what to expect.

Olenka squinted at the clock on the wall. “We have one hour, yes? Before Cyrus come to take you?”

Prue nodded. “Yup, one whole hour.” She winced. Her voice sounded way to loud, way too chipper.

Olenka didn’t seem to notice. “Good. Come. We go and be back in time.”

Prue felt her stomach drop away. “Go? Go where?” She edged away from Olenka in case she had to make a break for the door.

Olenka’s eyes bored holes into Prue. “We go to see Viktor.”

* * * *

Prue couldn’t contain her jumpiness as Olenka knocked on the door marked “Security” and she wished she’d thought to bring her phone with her. She really had the feeling she was in over her head, but what was she supposed to do? She cringed inwardly as she imagined having to explain the situation to Cyrus, and she made a mental note to phone her superior at Homeland Security sooner rather than later. She likely had enough for them to launch a full-scale investigation, even if lots of it was conjecture, and she wanted to be able to stop lying to Cyrus. She’d had a long hard look at herself and had realized that in her own head, at least, he was innocent of any human trafficking taking place at
Cuero
. She couldn’t imagine that the Dom—hell, the man—she knew would do something so heartless.

She snapped out of her reverie when she realized Olenka had opened the door and was waiting for Prue to enter.
Well, here goes nothing
.

“Viktor, here is Miss Prue.” Olenka spoke to the man who sat at a console, typing rapidly at the same time as he seemed to be reading a report. He turned at Olenka’s words.

“Ah, so you are Cyrus’s submissive.” Viktor turned to face Prue, and she couldn’t help but flinch.

“I am,” she said, not wanting to give anything away needlessly.

She studied Viktor, noticing he was doing the same thing with her. He was tall and blonde with blue eyes, a wiry build, and sharp eyes. He looked like a man who didn’t miss much, and it made Prue immediately wary.

Viktor steepled his fingers. “Perhaps you can tell me, Miss Prue, how a lady like yourself has no history before she came to
Cuero
?”

Prue blanched. Viktor had clearly looked into her background. She felt her mouth thin, sure that her cover was about to be blown.

“I see you come to same conclusion,” Viktor said, unsmiling. “But what I find interesting, when I look for Prue, I find
Prudence Carter
. You know her, maybe?”

Prue felt herself deflate. He’d found her out. She drew a deep breath. “I’d like the chance to explain to Cyrus before I leave. Can you give me until tonight?”

Olenka made an indelicate sound, and Viktor’s eyes flicked to her before returning to Prue. “You mistake me, Miss. Simply confirm please, do you work for Homeland Security of America?”

Prue nodded, not lowering her eyes. She glanced back and forth between Viktor and Olenka. Damn if she’d act ashamed of her job.

Viktor nodded with satisfaction, and Olenka blew out an explosive breath.

“You should have to told me,” Olenka chided, “then no need for secrets.”

Prue felt her brow furrow. “What? What the hell is going on here?”

Viktor wheeled back to his console and grabbed a report, standing up and handing it to Prue. “Olenka and I, we work for Interpol.” With that, both Olenka and Viktor withdrew identification badges, showing them to Prue.

Prue felt her mouth drop open. Of all the things she wouldn’t have expected, this ranked pretty damn high on the list.

Olenka spoke next. “You are here to investigate human traffic.” She made it a statement rather than a question.

Prue nodded slowly. “Yes, I am. So it is definitely happening here?” She decided to take a gamble and trust these people, especially since it seemed like they knew a great deal more than she did.

Viktor nodded grimly. “Yes. It happens here.”

Prue felt sick. “How are you so sure?”

Olenka waved her hands dismissively. “We are sure in same way as you. The spa.”

Prue blew out an explosive breath. She’d been right. Women were being sent who knew where, right from the spa at
Cuero
. She focused on the present, knowing she didn’t have unlimited time to talk to these two.

“Do you know who is involved?”

Olenka shook her head, frowning. “We have better idea who is not involved.”

“And who is that?” Prue realized she was holding her breath.

Viktor looked at her, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “Do not worry. Your Cyrus is clean. So is Lulu, and Alejandro. Everyone else, we are not sure.”

Prue felt faint she was so relieved. She’d hated thinking the worst of these people, and she was ecstatic to know they weren’t assholes of the highest order. She paused as she thought of something.

“Have you investigated Cruz? He seems to be heavily involved with the spa.”

Viktor frowned. “Cruz? Involved with the spa? He handles daily business for the club, but he does not work with people in spa.”

Prue shook her head. “No, I’m positive. The spa receptionist told me he was involved with firing a girl who had embezzled funds. She said Cruz handles all that kind of business.”

Viktor cursed in Russian, flipping open the report he was holding and reading through it with lightning speed.

“What’s that?” Prue peered over at the document Viktor held, curious to see what had triggered such a reaction.

“Phone transcripts,” Olenka supplied. “We record all calls now to see if we can determine who is having bad conversations.”

Prue almost laughed. She could only imagine the conversations Doms and subs would have on the phone.

“Here it is. I wonder for days what this means. My English and Olenka’s is not so good as yours. Maybe you can figure out.”

Prue reached out and took the transcript Viktor was holding. After reading a couple of lines, she realized it was between Cruz and another unidentified man.

Cruz: Hello, I see that my latest order has been delivered. I was so happy with the first order of sushi, it was so high quality, I wanted to have more.

Man: Yes, our sushi has always been some of the best in the world. You’re lucky we were able to send more on such short notice.

Cruz: I appreciate such fine customer service, and I trust you already received payment.

Man: We did. It is always a pleasure, Mr. Cruz.

Cruz: The pleasure is mine. Until we speak again.

Prue frowned. That had to have been the strangest conversation ever. Before she could comment on it, Viktor plucked the transcripts out of her hand and quickly leafed through to another page. He handed it back and gestured that Prue should read it.

Man: I hope you do not intend to order more sushi. We are unable to supply more for the moment.

Cruz: No, my last piece of sushi caused me some indigestion. I don’t want any more sushi for now.

Man: Indigestion? I’m sorry to hear that. What was the problem?

Cruz: The color was off, and I should have noticed beforehand.

Man: The color? What color was it?

Cruz: Well, I’ve never had violet sushi before, and I don’t ever want to again.

Man: Ha! Perfectly understandable. Can I interest you in another product?

Cruz: Yes, I’ve recently developed a craving for caviar. Can you send me some of that?

Man: Caviar? Yes, I believe I could manage that kind of order. How many cases would you like?

Cruz: Oh, ten cases should do for now. If I enjoy it, I’ll order more.

Man: Done. How soon do you need it?

Cruz: Well, now that I’m out of sushi, I’ll need it fairly soon. A week? Is that enough time?

Man: Of course, for a customer like you. One week.

Cruz: Excellent. I’ll look forward to it.

By the time Prue had finished reading the transcript she was grinding her teeth. “This does it. Cruz is running it from this end.”

Viktor and Olenka stared at her, openmouthed. Viktor spoke first.

“You are able to tell this from conversations about food?”

Prue shook her head grimly. “They’re not talking about food. It’s code, probably for the origin of the girls they’re trafficking.”

Olenka frowned. “So sushi is…Japanese?”

Prue nodded. “Or likely any other woman from an Asian background. The young woman who was accused of embezzling from the spa was named Violet. That’s right out of the conversation Cruz had with this mystery man.”

Viktor was nodding slowly. “It makes sense.” He drew in a sharp breath. “They said there was to be caviar coming in one week.” He checked the date on the transcript, blanching as he did so. “That is tomorrow.”

Olenka’s eyes were blazing as she looked at Viktor. “Caviar is Russian. They are to be bringing Russian girls for this traffic.” She turned her gaze to Prue. “We must stop this. Can you to be asking your people to come here immediately?”

Prue nodded vigorously. “With this kind of intel, they’ll be all over it.” She turned to Viktor. “May I please use the telephone? I don’t want to risk Cyrus overhearing.”

Viktor nodded, waving Prue to the phone. He appeared lost in thought.

As Prue dialed the familiar phone number, she felt a major twinge. She was going to have to explain to Cyrus what was going on, but she couldn’t do so until after the operation had been carried out. She couldn’t risk anyone else becoming aware of the situation. As her superior’s voice sounded over the line, Prue banished the thought for the moment. She was sure she’d be able to find the right moment to tell Cyrus.

Prue was a bag of nerves the next day as she waited for news. She knew her people would be here already, and she had no idea what to think about any operation they might be running. She hadn’t seen any familiar faces in the club, although she’d been limited to Alejandro’s session and then had gone straight back to Cyrus’s house. Today in BDSM class, as Prue liked to think of it, Alejandro had tackled the topic of bondage. He’d brought in all sorts of delightful toys from cuffs to leather restraints to different kinds of rope, and he’d demonstrated each piece of equipment on Callie. Prue had been fascinated by each one of them, watching raptly as Alejandro explained the drawbacks and benefits. She’d thought the cuffs were sort of ho-hum, but the idea of the ropes was appealing. She’d squirmed a little on Cyrus’s lap as Alejandro had bound Callie’s arms behind her and had wrapped the rope around her in an intricate fashion, making a lovely pattern that seemed to arouse Callie beyond belief. Alejandro had ended the session by inviting the couples to play together, and had cautioned them about using equipment that was unfamiliar to them.

Now Prue was back at Cyrus’s house, and she was a horrible combination of aroused and anxious. As always, Cyrus seemed to sense her mood.

“What’s gotten into you today, pet? You’re so jumpy.” Cyrus dug clever fingers into the soles of Prue’s feet, massaging them the way Prue loved.

Prue tried to shake off her anxiety by making light of it. “Maybe it’s the idea of you tying me up, Sir,” she teased.

Cyrus was looking at Prue like he didn’t believe her. “You know, some subs find being bound soothing. It might help to relax you. Want to give it a shot?”

Prue looked at Cyrus in surprise. “What, bondage without the sex?”

Cyrus smiled slightly. “It’s my job as your Dom to respond to your needs, pet, and right now you don’t especially look like you need sex. Domination isn’t just sexual.”

Prue bit her lip. She didn’t know if she even wanted to relax. She might need her wits about her later, but the offer was just too tempting. “I’d love to try, Sir.” She felt a little shy, and she was pretty sure she was blushing.

Cyrus stroked her cheek. “There’s my sweet sub. Come.” He stood up, offering Prue his hand and leading her up to the loft when she took it.

When they reached the playroom, Cyrus gestured for Prue to remove her clothes. She made quick work of undressing, neatly folding her things and putting them away before returning to stand in front of Cyrus. His face had assumed the heavy-lidded look that she’d come to recognize went with his Dom side, and she found her breathing getting faster. Maybe she could do with a little sex after all.

* * * *

Cyrus’s mouth was practically watering as he drank in the sight of his gorgeous sub standing naked before him, her eyes cast down and her hands folded primly. He’d trained her well. He couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing her on the forehead before walking away for a moment, moving to release the swing from where he kept it tethered to a wall when not in use. He knew she’d feel the loss of his presence even though he hadn’t gone far, and he wanted her anticipation to spike before he returned. Prue was such a sexual being, he doubted very much she’d find only comfort in being bound, and he wanted the bondage to fuel her desire.

Cyrus bit back a smile as he watched Prue’s eyes dart up to the swing, taking it in before lowering once more. He was aware that her breathing had quickened a little, and he paused to draw out the moment. He walked leisurely back over to where she stood, pausing with his attention fixed on the swing, ostensibly checking the buckles and straps with minute care, allowing Prue to see the various ways he’d be able to use them to bind her in the contraption.

When he was ready and could smell Prue’s sweet pussy creaming for him, he turned to her and tipped her chin up with a single finger, beckoning her toward him with his other hand. He was gratified that she responded instantly, walking over to him with the nervous anticipation he loved so much.