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

on full display, wide open and pushed out toward her Dom. She reached down and delicately spread the lips of her labia with her fingers, giving Cyrus an unimpeded view of her rapidly moistening cunt.
    Cyrus grunted. “Yes, just like that. Stay spread for me like that, pet.”
    Prue was dying to touch herself, to slide a fingertip over her clit and down her juicy slit, but she knew she hadn’t been given permission. She stayed as immobile as possible, her clit pulsing as she awaited Cyrus’s next move.
    She watched as he stalked to the bed, crawling onto it on all fours like a predator. Prue gasped. That really turned her on, to think that he was a predator and she was his prey. Cyrus knelt right in front of her open pussy, and Prue knew she was blushing furiously as he simply stared at her. She was creaming like mad and knew he could see the glistening evidence of her arousal coating her pussy lips and probably her fingers. Cyrus bent his dark head, and Prue thought she’d go crazy, anticipating a reprise of the tongue lashing he’d given her on the porch in Honolulu, but she squeaked and jerked in surprise as Cyrus blew cool air down the length of her heated cunt.
    Prue bit her lip as she tried to stop the gasps and moans threatening to erupt.
    “No, pet, don’t bite your lip.” Cyrus had raised his head and was looking at her, his blue eyes icy. “All the sounds you make belong to me as well, and I want them. You have my permission to moan, scream, pant, and anything else you need to do to vent your passion.”
    Prue would have laughed if she’d had the breath. It was good he was giving her permission, because she didn’t think she’d be able to stop herself if she tried once they really got going.
    “I won’t tie you up tonight.” Cyrus was back to stroking his thick cock as he spoke, and Prue couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way he manipulated his foreskin, dragging it up and over the head of his cock only to push it back down again.
    “We will practice each of Alejandro’s skills, but until he teaches them to you, I won’t disrespect him by undermining his expertise.”
    Prue looked up at him, stricken. He didn’t mean to leave her like this, did he?
    Cyrus smiled briefly, a feral flash of teeth in his handsome face. “Not to worry, little sub, I don’t need to tie you up to dominate you.” Cyrus paused for a moment, reaching into a bedside drawer and withdrawing a foil packet. He tore it open and tossed it aside, rolling the condom down his thick dick.
    Prue breathed a sigh of relief. Her relief was short-lived, though, as Cyrus suddenly reared up over her body, looming over her. She gasped as he grasped one of her hands in each of his, hooking one of her legs over his shoulders in the same motion. He pinned her hands to the mattress on either side of her head, her legs held immobile as he spread them up and open and at the same time leveraged himself over her so his flushed cockhead brushed the swollen entrance to her blushing cunt.
    Prue couldn’t believe how quickly he’d incapacitated her. She couldn’t move if she wanted to, and he’d spread her entire body open beneath him. She had no defense against anything he wanted to do to her, and she moaned as the thought sent a lightning bolt of need to her pussy. For the first time in her life, Prue recognized how badly she wanted to be used. She wanted this man to pillage her body, force her to accept whatever he wanted to do, and she loved feeling helpless beneath him.
    “You remember your safeword, pet?” Cyrus grated the words out, and it took Prue a minute to clear the fog of lust from her head to comprehend what he was asking.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Let me hear you say it before we begin so I know you remember.”
    “It’s arabesque , Sir.” Prue had chosen the ballet term knowing they’d both recognize it, and knowing she wouldn’t be thinking about ballet while they were playing together.
    “Good girl.” Prue felt more than