Prue's Promises [Submissive Sirens 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (22 page)

Prue cleaned up quietly, the domestic act warming something inside her as her Dom sat and watched after helping to clear the table. On a whim, Prue went to the freezer, remembering having seen Popsicles in it the last time she’d reached for her morning waffles. She grabbed a Popsicle for herself and for Cyrus, and the two moved to the living room to eat them while they chilled out in front of the TV, watching a popular game show and trying to outdo the contestants.

“I’m really enjoying watching you eat that,” Cyrus growled at one point, making Prue suddenly aware of her lips and tongue. She’d looked at him innocently, licking up and down her Popsicle before sliding it into her mouth. Cyrus had smiled tightly at her.

“Keep putting on the show, pet. You have no idea what you’re in for later.”

And with that, the butterflies returned to Prue’s stomach in full force, reminding her that Cyrus was going to torture her tonight. As she pressed her legs together in excitement, she was also acutely aware that she hadn’t had an orgasm since yesterday—the longest she’d gone since Cyrus had taken her as his sub. She was shocked by how much she’d come to crave his domination, and she felt her whole body soften as she anticipated giving herself to him to use as he wished.

When they’d both finished their Popsicles, Cyrus held out a hand for Prue’s stick, getting up to discard them. When he came back, he reached a hand down to her, pulling her to her feet as she tucked her hand into his.

“Time to get ready, pet.”

Prue felt the heavy thrum of blood in her veins as Cyrus spoke, and she couldn’t resist asking him a question.

“Sir?”

“Yes, pet?”

“What are we doing tonight?”

Cyrus smiled down at Prue. “I already told you, pet, we’re going dancing.”

Prue was as pumped as a kid on Christmas morning as Cyrus led her up to the bedroom. She recalled in vivid detail the first time they’d danced together, and she was barely able to contain her excitement. She stopped dead when she saw what was lying on the bed.

“Is this for me?” Prue walked to the bed, reaching out for the sexy dress lying on it. She stroked the gold fabric, dying to try on the gorgeous garment. She’d never seen anything so hot.

Cyrus was leaning against the doorframe. “Well it’s certainly not for me. Gold’s not my color.” He smiled at Prue, hugging her as she squealed and jumped on him. “You’ll wear what I tell you to wear tonight, pet, and nothing else.”

Prue pulled back from his embrace, her mouth dropping open. Oh man, Cyrus was going to dominate her tonight, and it looked like it started with her clothes.

“Yes, Sir,” Prue breathed, dropping her gaze. The idea of Cyrus choosing her dress for her was oddly sexy, and she stripped off her sundress in anticipation of putting on the gold confection.

“Wait.” Cyrus’s voice was cold, and Prue turned to him to see the Dom emerge. “I told you you’ll only wear what I tell you. Lose the panties.”

Prue sucked in a breath, worried that he expected her to go commando. The skirt on the dress looked
short
. She was relieved a moment later as Cyrus moved to the bed, plucking a pair of black lace panties from beneath the dress.

“Put these on.” Cyrus’s voice was deep and even, and Prue didn’t even think of denying him.

“Yes, Sir,” she sighed as she reached for the panties he offered, stripping off her own and replacing them with the black lace Cyrus had given her. Prue frowned. There was a strange fullness to the panties that she hadn’t expected, with pressure that ran from her clit down the seam of her pussy lips. She leaned down to inspect the panties, but before she could do so, Cyrus cleared his throat, commanding her attention.

“Get dressed, pet. We’ll leave in half an hour.” Cyrus started to unbutton his own shirt, pausing when he realized Prue was staring greedily at him. “I’ll spank you if you’re not ready in that time, and you won’t get to come all night.”

Prue reacted instantly, rushing to the bed and lifting the gold dress from where it lay. Looking at the scrap of fabric, she realized she wouldn’t be able to wear a bra, and she grimaced. She hoped Cyrus was okay with some serious bounce.

Prue pulled the dress on over her head and scurried to the bathroom to adjust it, needing the large mirrors. Her mouth fell open as she caught sight of herself. The dress was almost obscenely short, the skirt ending just below her ass. Luckily for her, the skirt was tight, so it moved with her. She made a mental note not to bend down tonight.

The top of the dress fit her like a dream, molding to her curves like it had been made for her. The halter neckline gave way to a bodice draped so low her bellybutton was visible, and only a string that ran beneath her breasts and tied in the back, like a bikini top, preserved her modesty. The back of the dress was open down to the top of her butt with the exception of the string that was tied across her. Prue felt like a million dollars.

She stopped admiring herself long enough to retrieve her makeup bag, and she set about styling herself so that the rest of her looked as hot as the dress. She wanted to wear the dress. She didn’t want the dress to wear her.

After creating a heavy smoky eye and nude lip, Prue set to work on her hair. Recalling that Cyrus liked when she wore it down, she tousled it so it looked like she’d just gotten out of bed, shaking it upside down so it really looked artfully messy.

Pursing her lips at herself in the mirror, she stood back to admire her work. She looked pretty damn good, if she said so herself. Between the dress and the hair and the makeup, she felt as gorgeous as she knew she looked. The only thing missing was shoes.

Prue padded quietly back out to the bedroom, pleased that Cyrus hadn’t noticed her. She wanted to show him the full effect, and that included skyscraper heels. She inserted her feet into a pair of metallic gladiator-style stilettos, and she knew her legs would look amazing. She cleared her throat.

Cyrus turned, and Prue smiled at him, loving the way his gaze darkened as he looked her over. He gestured for her to turn around, and she gave him a slow twirl so he could see the whole package. When she turned back around to face him, she was thrilled to see that his pants were tented at the front by what appeared to be a sizable erection.

“You like?” Prue broke the silence, her voice coming out breathy to her own ears.

“You look stunning,” Cyrus growled. His eyes devoured her, and Prue felt herself heat up from her head to her toes.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said sweetly, sauntering over to her Dom and kissing his cheek by way of thanks for the compliment. “You look pretty tasty yourself.”

Cyrus smiled slightly, his smile cool. “Thank you, pet.” He studied Prue once more. “You know, I think the dress may have been a mistake.”

Prue raised an eyebrow. If he tried to make her change, she’d put up a hell of a fight. “Oh? What’s the problem with it?”

Cyrus’s eyebrows drew together until he was glowering. “I’m going to have to beat the Doms off you tonight. Maybe the Dommes, too.”

Prue laughed, relaxing. “It’s your own fault, you know. You chose what I’m wearing after all.”

Cyrus smiled evilly. “You’re right about that, pet. Right down to the panties.”

Prue bit her lip. She’d forgotten about the odd panties Cyrus had made her wear, and she wasn’t really sure what to say. She suspected quite strongly the panties were some sort of Cyrus-created torture device, but she couldn’t for the life of her figure out what was so odd about them. She shivered as she realized her nervousness was back. Cyrus still hadn’t tortured her, and she knew her time was running out.

“Umm, Cyrus, about the panties…” Prue trailed off as Cyrus put a finger over her lips.

“The panties make the look. Trust me, I’m going to be thinking about you wearing those panties all night.”

Prue was stymied. Cyrus obviously had a secret, and she was alternating between being terrified and really turned on. Chances were if he was going to like it, she was going to love it…and she was also going to hate it because it was going to be designed to drive her nuts.

Prue drew in a shaky breath as her imagination went into overdrive from panties that would deliver electric shocks to panties with a hidden butt plug, and she felt her knees go wobbly at the deliciousness of anticipating a million alternatives. She licked her lips. She didn’t know what Cyrus was planning, but she was willing to bet it would make the night unforgettable.

“Come on, pet, before you worry yourself silly. I want a dance here before we go to the club. And you have one more accessory to put on.” Cyrus’s eyes crinkled as he smiled at her, withdrawing a strip of black leather from his pocket.

Prue felt her eyes widen as he held it up for her to see. It was a collar. Prue looked at it more closely, seeing that it was engraved.
Property of the King
, it read, and Prue was tickled to see that Cyrus was taking no chances with her tonight. Silently, he wrapped the collar around Prue’s neck, fastening it with a tiny gold padlock. He dangled the keys in front of Prue’s eyes, and her hand went unconsciously to her neck as she stroked the stiff leather. Being collared had done interesting things to her lady bits, and she kind of loved that tonight she’d be on display as Cyrus’s sub. She beamed up at him. He smiled indulgently back at her before tucking her arm into his, kissing the back of her hand before escorting her down the stairs.

They made their way to the living room where Cyrus turned on the stereo system, surrounding them with a slow, hypnotic beat that sounded Middle Eastern. Prue was thrilled as Cyrus tugged her into his chest, locking their bodies together so that she was pressed against him from breast to hip. She draped one arm around his neck, cupping it with her hand, while with her other hand she traced patterns on one of her Dom’s broad shoulders. She could feel Cyrus’s big hands resting on the bare skin of her back, just above the drape of the dress. She closed her eyes and let the music whisk her away to somewhere exotic, a harem where she was the slave and she danced with her master.

Cyrus seemed to sense her drifting thoughts. “Where did you go, pet?” He didn’t stop dancing, just moved one of his hands to tangle in Prue’s hair, tugging it as he forced her to look up at him.

Prue blushed. “Um, nowhere important.”

Cyrus’s eyes were like lasers. “Your blush tells me I want to know.”

Prue smiled up at him. She should have known he’d never let her get away with keeping secrets from him. “I was imagining, you know, because of the music, that we were somewhere exotic. I was pretending I was a slave girl, dancing for my master.”

Cyrus’s gaze darkened. “I like that fantasy, pet. Before the end of the night, I’ll make you my slave girl, and you’ll dance for your master.” He punctuated the command by skimming his hand down over Prue’s ass, cupping it through the short skirt and tilting her so that she cradled his erection between her hips.

Prue moaned. She cuddled Cyrus’s thick dick against her belly, wanting nothing more than for him to bend her over and fuck her senseless. She admitted it wasn’t likely to happen as Cyrus reached for the remote, turning off the music and halting the spell weaving its way around Prue. She stopped dancing, her pussy throbbing in time with the sensuous beat, and waited for Cyrus.

“All right, pet, time to go.” Cyrus smiled darkly at Prue, making her breathing hitch.
Okay, back to being nervous.

Prue nodded, smiling with more confidence than she felt. She followed Cyrus as he walked to the door. She couldn’t resist asking him a question before they left, knowing he likely wouldn’t answer.

“Sir? Are you going to torture me tonight?”

Cyrus laughed, the sound sending tendrils of lust straight to Prue’s pussy. “Baby, you have no idea.”

Prue felt her mouth fall open as she entered
Cuero
’s dungeon. The place had been transformed. While the permanent fixtures of torture and delight were still in view, the whole dungeon had been redone to look like a high-end nightclub. People mingled all over the floor, and more than one bar was open, bartenders and cocktail waitresses doing brisk business. The huge catwalk where Prue had first seen Cyrus dance was now a dance floor with people all over it, and a DJ was set up on the main stage in an impressive booth, spinning music for the dancers.

Now that Prue knew Cyrus owned Piña, the club she and her friends had gone to in Honolulu, she could see touches of Cyrus both there and here. Even though this space was converted from a dungeon, it was chic, urban, with a definitely vibrant atmosphere. Prue’s attention snapped back to Cyrus as he stroked a hand across her bare back.

“I’m going to say hello to the Doms, pet. You should visit with the subs before we dance, because once we start, I’m going to monopolize your attention all night.”

Prue smirked at him. Greedy Dom. “Yes, Sir,” she said, rising up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “I’ll look forward to it.” She turned away from him, swaying her hips slightly. She didn’t turn to look back, but she could feel his gaze still on her as she walked. She was touched to see how attuned to him she’d become, even able to sense when he watched her. She thought wryly of the night they met. She hadn’t even known him then and she’d felt his burning gaze from across the room.

Startled out of her reverie by feminine laughter and animated conversation, Prue found herself drawn into a group with Callie, Lulu, and some of the other subs from
Cuero
.

“Wow, you look killer in that dress!” Lulu’s eyes sparkled as she gave Prue the once-over. “Did Cyrus give it to you?”

Prue laughed. “Give it to me? He handed it to me and said I’d be wearing it tonight. Does that constitute a give?”

Lulu grinned. “Absolutely. We all know how bossy Doms are. They can’t ever give gifts, it has to be all ‘roar, this is for you, roar, put it on now, roar.’ What, it’s going to be less impressive if they just hand it over?”