Prue's Promises [Submissive Sirens 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Charlotte Smith

his attention on them, keep them in bed for hours, and fulfill their every fantasy as well as take his own pleasure with them without worrying about being responsible for them beyond the demands of the now. He hadn’t been interested in keeping a sub longer than a couple of days until he met Prue.
    No stranger to the delights of BDSM and the dirty, kinky things consenting adults could do together, Cyrus was surprised at how hot he burned for his new sub. The idea of doing the most basic of his skills with her had him horny beyond belief, and he chalked it up to the two weeks he’d spend fantasizing about her after she’d sucked his cock. And now I have six weeks to be balls-deep in any hole I want. Likely all of them.
    Cyrus licked his lips. He was greedy for his sweet sub, his new pet. She’d reached the bed now and had arranged herself daintily on the huge piece of furniture, lying on her back with her ankles primly crossed as she peeked over at him. Cyrus felt lust churn through his balls. She might know the basics of BDSM protocol, but she was still so goddamn innocent, and he felt his mouth water as he pictured stripping her innocence away from her. She’d look at him with surprise in those big eyes as he did nasty, filthy things to her, and he imagined her pink mouth rounding as she moaned with startled pleasure.
    He couldn’t wait any longer. With carefully controlled movements, Cyrus peeled his T-shirt over his head, taking with it the muscle shirt he wore underneath. He didn’t break their eye contact as he tossed the shirts in the general direction of his hamper, preferring instead to watch the emotions play across Prue’s face. Her eyes drank him in greedily, big as saucers as she took in his tattoos. Cyrus had a scrolling, twisting motif that curled over top of his left nipple and ran down to his hip, and as Prue’s wide-eyed gaze followed the twisting line he made a mental note to have her tongue trace the same path. There was something delicious about the idea of having Prue lick his tats.
    Cyrus watched, bemused, as Prue’s eyes left the first tattoo and moved on to the next. He had an intricate tattoo of cursive words along his collarbone, and he watched Prue’s eyes widen as she made sense of the letters and read what it said. If you’re going through hell, keep going. Cyrus was tempted to smile at her as she looked at him, startled, but he kept his face cold. He could tell she wanted to say something, but now wasn’t the time for that. She could continue looking at his tats later if she felt so inclined, but at the moment the lust churning through Cyrus’s balls demanded he get this party started. He undid his pants, stripping them efficiently down his legs along with his boxer briefs and tossing them to join his shirts. When he straightened, he turned back to the bed, his mouth watering as he thought about how best to enjoy the innocent beauty lying there.
    “I want to see pink, pet. Spread those legs and show me the pussy I own.”
     
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    Prue was in way over her head. Looking at the masculine perfection of Cyrus’s naked body was something she could have done for ages, and she couldn’t believe how much of a turn on it was that he had tattoos. She could have stared at him indefinitely, but her Dom had other plans.
    As he voiced those plans, Prue gulped and did as she was told. She wanted to make Cyrus happy. She spread her legs, watching his gaze darken as he stared at the shadowed flesh, already wet for him. His gaze darkened further, and he looked back up at her face, and Prue hurried to spread her legs even wider. Cyrus nodded once in satisfaction, reaching unconsciously for his cock as he slid his hand up and down the shaft, pumping a couple of times.
    Wanting to please him more and thinking about his order for her to show him her pussy, Prue bent her legs at the knees, keeping them spread as far as she could. She drew her knees right back to her chest so that her pussy was