Prue's Promises [Submissive Sirens 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) (7 page)

“How did you find me?”

The soft question caught Prue completely off guard, and she stared at Cyrus, not knowing how to respond.

Cyrus’s gaze grew even colder. “I’m waiting, Prue.”

Prue felt a flicker of annoyance. He thought she’d been trying to track him down? Of all the arrogant assumptions! “I haven’t been looking,
Sir
.” She put the tiniest emphasis on the title, making it sound a tad flippant. “I don’t know how you think I’d go about finding someone whose name I didn’t know.”

Cyrus looked slightly mollified. “You haven’t been looking for me?”

Prue couldn’t help it, she laughed. “It was an awesome night, but not so good that I’d spend two weeks chasing a ghost.” She giggled again as Cyrus began to look outraged. The man couldn’t seem to make up his mind. He clearly didn’t want her to have been trying to track him down, but he also seemed to think his performance warranted a search. A little voice in Prue’s head suggested that maybe he was right.

Cyrus took a deep breath. “Then what, may I ask, are you doing at my club?”

Prue smiled sweetly at him. “I’ll be spending the next six weeks teaching your subs how to dance.”

“What?” Cyrus gaped, and Prue mentally chalked up a point for herself. “You’re the dance instructor Callie’s been raving about?”

Prue blushed a little, letting her gaze slip down to the floor. She wasn’t used to compliments. “She took one of my classes in Boston.” Prue raised her eyes back up to meet Cyrus’s baby blue gaze. “I’m also registered for a course here for the next two weeks.”

* * * *

Cyrus felt like his eyes were going to pop right out of his head. Few people got the better of him, and this scrumptious slip of a woman was accomplishing it beautifully. And she’d only been here for five minutes.

“A course?” He knew he sounded stupid. He’d been reduced to monosyllabic answers, and he didn’t like it. He did, however, like that Prue seemed to be getting a little more nervous. The bravado she’d wrapped herself in was vanishing, and she was starting to look a little like a rabbit in a fox’s den.
Damn but she makes a cute bunny
.

“Yeah, I saw online that you were offering courses for subs for the next couple of weeks. I signed up.” Prue had started to twist her hands, and Cyrus was pleased to remember the gesture. She was definitely nervous, and it was delicious. He decided to press his advantage, now that he was feeling a little more in control of the moment.

“Which level did you sign up for, love?” The endearment caught her unawares, and before she could guard her expression, Cyrus was pleased to see a spark of pleasure come into her eyes before she schooled her features.

“Level two. I already know the basics…” Prue trailed off, blushing furiously.

“Ah yes,” Cyrus murmured, staring at her like she was a delicious morsel for him to sample, “I remember your command of the basics.”

Prue’s face flamed. She looked everywhere but at him, and Cyrus felt his cock lengthen and harden in the confining leathers. She was just as delectable as he remembered.

“Well, welcome, Prue. Have you been given a tour?”

Prue nodded, the pretty pink still staining her cheeks and running down into the neckline of her dress. Cyrus found himself wondering how far down that blush would extend, and he shifted subtly to try and relieve the ache in his balls.

“Lulu showed me around. Your dance studio is beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Cyrus swallowed, surprised at the pleasurable glow Prue’s compliment gave him. “I spend a lot of time in there, so it has to be somewhere I want to be.”

Prue looked right into his eyes, surprising him. “You’re a wonderful dancer. I loved watching you tonight.”

Cyrus smiled slightly at her. “Now you know where I get my moves.”

Prue grinned. “Not all of them. I didn’t know how well you handled a whip until tonight.”

Cyrus felt his eyes chill and heard the small hitch in Prue’s breath. “Indeed,” he drawled, “perhaps next time you’d like a hands-on demonstration?”

Prue couldn’t meet his gaze. “I don’t know that the Dom I’ve been paired with for my course would appreciate that.”

Cyrus was nonplussed. He’d overlooked that single subs were paired with Doms from the club, and that since Prue didn’t have a Dom of her own, she’d fall into that category.

“Do you know who you’ve been paired with yet?”

Prue shook her head. “I only arrived today, and I caught everyone off guard because I’m early. I wasn’t due until tomorrow.”

Cyrus felt his composure return as he let his eyes roam over Prue’s sweet curves. “I’ll have to look into it personally, make sure you’re paired with someone who can handle your needs.” Cyrus felt his cock swell to painful proportions as he remembered Prue’s needs, and he gritted his teeth against the idea of letting another Dom touch her. He was thinking of doing something he never did.

Prue smiled at him, a sweet curve of her full mouth that had his cock drooling to be kissed. “Thanks.” She frowned up at him suddenly. “Um, what do I call you?”

Cyrus stared her down until she dropped her gaze, unconsciously folding her hands in front of her. Cyrus wondered if she realized how submissive she really was. He straightened up, leisurely walking toward her before stopping right in front of her. To her credit she didn’t flinch back. She peeked up at him through her lashes before dropping her gaze once more, and he feasted his gaze on her loveliness. From his superior height, Cyrus had a perfect view of the way Prue’s cleavage dipped into her dress, and his eyes followed the shadowed line between the sweet globes of her breasts. If she breathed in hard enough, he bet he’d be able to see from the top of her cleavage down to the floor, and his mouth watered as he thought about devouring her perky tits.

Not content to simply look at her neckline, Cyrus stalked in a circle around Prue, growling at her as she made as if to move away from him. She stilled immediately and he was gratified to see how quickly she submitted to his wants, even small ones like this. He didn’t touch her as he circled her, letting his eyes roam down the curve of her hip to the luscious ass that crowned her sinfully long legs. He pictured parting those lithe limbs and drilling his cock between the soft orbs of her ass, finding the dark rosebud nestled there and pounding himself into it. He was more than pleased with her legs. Muscled legs like hers would ensure she could take what he wanted to do to her. She’d be able to stand or kneel for as long as he wanted her to, taking his pleasure in whatever way he demanded.

Cyrus completed his perusal, unsurprised that his cock was hard enough to pound nails. He was pleased to see that her nipples had pebbled against the fabric of her dress, and he could smell the sweet muskiness of her pussy as her body responded to him. His mouth watered as he recalled the taste of her juicy cunt, and it was all he could do not to spread her legs and eat her pussy right there.

Instead, he reached forward and cupped his hand under her chin, bringing Prue’s befuddled gaze to his own sharp one. “We’ve been over this, love. You call me Sir.”

* * * *

Prue’s head was spinning by the time she got back to her room. Cyrus had showed her around the club in detail, his pride evident in the building and everything that went with it. She didn’t blame him in the slightest. It was the kind of place she dreamed about living close to, and the more she saw of the place, the more she liked it.

Cyrus had ended the tour by delivering Prue personally to her door, and they’d shared what she thought was a terribly awkward good night before he’d left. He hadn’t asked to come in, although that didn’t surprise Prue at all since she doubted he’d ask for anything. He’d command. Cyrus King was very definitely the king of this place, sending subs scurrying in all directions as they’d made their way through the club. Very few people made eye contact with him, and most people referred to him as “Sir.” Prue noticed again that he smiled rarely, and he always carried a modicum of Dom with him. It seemed he wasn’t just dominant in the bedroom, rather for him it was a way of life. Prue had shivered thinking about what that meant, his nature inspiring her to feel cared for while she was in his presence.

When they’d reached her door, Cyrus had waited until she’d opened it before raising her hand to his lips, bidding her good night. She had all but melted, the courtly gesture charming her to her toes. She’d wished him good night, a stab of longing zinging through her as he turned and walked away down the hall. She’d sighed as she closed the door, wishing she’d had the nerve to ask him to stay.
Oh well, he probably wouldn’t like it if I asked anyway.

Prue leaned against the inside of her door after she’d closed it, letting the events of the day sink in. She yelped as a knock sounded, spinning around and opening the door, hoping against hope that Cyrus had decided to come back.

Prue tried not to be disappointed as Lulu skipped into the room, a bottle of wine and two glasses in her hands.

“Okay, you have to tell me what that was all about.” Lulu’s mischievous grin was infectious, and Prue grinned back at her. Lulu really reminded Prue of her friend Cleo, although the two looked nothing alike. Lulu clearly shared Cleo’s naughty temperament.

“Well, here’s the thing.” Prue had already thought out what she’d say to Lulu since there was no way the woman was about to let her off the hook. “I met Sir…Cyrus once before, and I think he wanted to make sure I wasn’t some crazy stalker.”

Lulu handed Prue a glass of wine, her eyes as big as saucers. “Where on earth did you meet him?”

Prue took a sip of wine, drawing out the moment. “At a dance club.”

Lulu shrieked, choking on her wine. “You danced with him? Forget tearing up the sheets, the two of you must have torn up the dance floor!”

Prue smiled. “We had a lot of fun.”

Lulu swatted her arm. “Did the fun continue later?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, pursing her lips.

Prue laughed outright. Yup, Lulu and Cleo were like peas in a pod. “Nah, I was on vacation with my girlfriends, and we have a strict code about going home with men.”

“Kind of a ‘chicks before dicks’ thing?” Lulu looked like she was having the time of her life, and Prue wondered how often Cyrus got away from the club.

“Exactly.”

Lulu laughed, filling up both their glasses again. “You mean you didn’t exchange information? Or even
names
, for that matter? Cyrus must have been shocked as hell to see you here!”

Prue grimaced. “Understatement of the century. I thought he was going to throw me out.”

Lulu sobered immediately. “I’m sorry that happened. I know he can be a scary bastard when he wants to, and it’s not like he ever turns the Dom off. That really is him, through and through.”

“I gathered,” Prue said dryly. “Well, the good news is he doesn’t think I’m a stalker anymore, and the other good news is I get to stay. Now”—Prue pointed a finger at Lulu, wanting to change the subject—“if you know who my Dom is for the next two weeks, spill!”

Lulu shook her head, a smug smile on her lips. “Not a word from me. None of the singles find out who their Doms are until the first session.”

“Okay, so how is this going to work? It’s the first course I’ve taken.” Prue felt herself blushing a little, and she was grateful that Lulu was so matter-of-fact about it.

“Well, you’re signed up for a level-two course. That means you’ve had experience in the lifestyle, but you haven’t been trained beyond the basics. Is that fair?” Lulu regarded Prue quizzically.

“Yup, that’s me in a nutshell.” Prue giggled, remembering the last couple of Doms who’d shown her the ropes. Literally and figuratively.

“So the level two is being taught this time by Alejandro. Oh dear, you’re not going to feel awkward seeing him work over Callie, are you? He does a lot of live demonstrations.”

Prue’s curiosity was on fire. “Not at all. Live demonstrations? Now I’m dying to know!”

Lulu raised an eyebrow. “I’m not going to give away Alejandro’s secrets, but suffice it to say that he’s very, very good. And he’s an excellent teacher. The way he normally works is he introduces a concept and gives a demonstration every other day, so the subs can practice with their Doms on the off days.”

Prue felt herself getting excited about this course. It sounded awesome! “Okay, that’s enough to keep me going for now.”

Lulu held out the bottle of wine questioningly, and Prue nodded as Lulu shared the remainder of its contents between their glasses.

“Once we realized that you were our dance teacher, and that you were also going to be taking Alejandro’s course, we coordinated your schedule so that you’ll teach twice a week on the same days he does. That way you’ll have your class to teach in the morning, you’ll attend your own course in the afternoon, and you’ll still have the off days completely free to work with your Dom.” Lulu drained her glass.

“Thanks for doing that. I appreciate having the days free to work with my Dom. You know what they say about practice making perfect.” Prue laughed along with Lulu, finishing off her wine.

Lulu stood to go. “I’ve kept you long enough. Thanks for indulging my curiosity about Cyrus!”

Prue giggled. “No problem. I wish there was more to tell.” Her ears burned at the white lie, and Lulu eyed her speculatively.

“Hmm. Well, I’m sure you’ll have stories for me throughout your time here. Do you mind if I visit you every once in a while? I really feel a connection to you, and we subs need to find strength in numbers!”

Prue was delighted. “Absolutely! I’ll look forward to seeing you over the next weeks.”

Lulu made her way to the door, and Prue hugged her impulsively. She felt an alarming twinge of guilt that she couldn’t tell Lulu about her ulterior reason for being here, and she hoped fervently that things would end well. She already felt close to the petite sub, and it would upset her if things went awry between them.

Once they broke apart, Lulu was heading out when she turned back to Prue. “Oh, tomorrow morning someone will be by to take you to see Viktor, our head of security. Because you’re temporary staff, you’ll need to have an ID badge made up, and he’ll make sure you have everything you need to have constant access to the dance studio. G’night!”