His Submissive Jewel [The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Lara Valentine

  “I guess so, but I like to come out here and have some quiet time, too. Do you want to go for a walk? I promise we’ll stay dry.”

  She was far from dry. Honey was dripping from her pussy, and her nipples were hard and tight. She couldn’t help but react to all his maleness so close to her. The fact that he was a Dom was only adding fuel to the fire. She had been fantasizing about being with him all day.

  She’d had an entire day to think about the fact he was Brody’s dad. She was sure he was older than she was, but he didn’t seem too perturbed by the fact she was younger. Age was just a number, anyway. She was attracted to this man more than any man she had ever met. She wasn’t going to let a silly thing like age get in the way.

  Nor was she going to let the brevity of her stay here in Montana interfere. No relationship promised a forever after. Perhaps a few weeks were all she and Cam would have together. It would have to be enough.

  His arm around her shoulders pulled her close to the warmth of his body as they walked toward the barn. She breathed in his heady scent and pressed herself closer. She barely came up to his shoulder. He made her feel very small and petite, yet safe at the same time. He was a man who could take care of her. That was clear. Not that she needed anyone to take care of her. She had been taking care of herself for years and doing a good job of it. But tonight, for a few minutes, she was content to lean on Cam’s strength and let him make her feel warm and safe.

  He stopped outside the barn and turned her toward him. The moon was full and it cast a light over his handsome features. His expression was intense and passionate.

  “We need to get something straight, Noelle. Here and now.”

  Before she could reply, his head swooped down, and his lips captured hers. His tongue ran along the seam of her lips and she opened them willingly, eagerly to his seeking tongue. It explored her mouth as if he owned it, rubbing her tongue with his, before tickling the roof of her mouth. She was dizzy with want, and she clung to his wide shoulders, her world narrowing to just the two of them. She moved closer and felt his hard cock press into her soft belly. His size was impressive, and her fingers itched to caress him. Her hands trailed down his chest and his flat stomach before his hands caught hers.

  “Not yet, precious. First of all, we need to talk. Second, you need permission before you touch me. That’s one of my rules.”

  His voice was deep and firm, and she felt her pussy flood with moisture in response to his dominant tone.

  So much for being a Domme.

  He put a little space between them, but still held her in the circle of his arms.

  “I’m forty-nine years old, precious. You need to know that, and you need to decide if that’s okay. I’ve been divorced for fifteen years with three sons who I brought up without much help from my nightmare of an ex-wife. She lives to make my life miserable. I know you’re twenty-nine, and we’re about to become in-laws. If we get involved, I won’t hide this from everyone. We won’t sneak around or pretend we’re just friends. Everyone will know how I feel.”

  She looked up into his beautiful blue eyes.

  “How do you feel?”

  He smiled and trailed a finger down her cheek, leaving her skin tingling wherever he touched.

  “I feel lucky. Incredibly lucky to have met someone like you at this point in my life. I’d pretty much given up on meeting someone I could possibly be serious about. Is that too direct? I’m not saying I’m in love. Not yet. But if we did fall in love, I sure wouldn’t be unhappy about it.”

  Noelle admired his strong, no-nonsense attitude.

  “Your age doesn’t bother me. Yes, I was surprised you were Brody’s dad. I will admit that. But the twenty years seems meaningless when we’re together. I wouldn’t be unhappy if we fell in love either. I know I’m younger, but I was starting to give up, too. It seemed like every guy I dated had something really wrong with him.”

  Cam laughed and pulled her closer. She luxuriated in being this close to him and pressed her face into his chest. She could feel his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest.

  “When you get to know me, you might decide there’s something wrong with me, too.”

  He pulled away, and she started to protest, but his finger on her lips silenced her.

  “Abby told Brody that she told you our little family secret. Except that this family secret is pretty well known around here. We need to talk about this. I need to know what’s going on under all that fiery, red hair.”

  She chose her words carefully. “I was surprised, of course. A family of Doms isn’t too common, I would imagine.”

  “You might be surprised about that, precious. And we’re not always Doms. If someone in our family is a sub, that’s just fine. This is how we live our life, that’s all.”

  Noelle frowned. “You mean there are lots of families out there who—never mind. That’s not important. Yes, Abby told me and I was pretty surprised. I’ve read about this sort of thing. I have quite a collection of erotic romance books. It’s always fascinated me, honestly.”

  Noelle cursed her red hair and fair skin as she felt heat rising in her cheeks. She didn’t know why she had told him about her reading material.

  “Ah yes, the book club you’re in. I think I know the answer, but I’ll ask anyway. Have you ever submitted to a man?”

  Noelle shook her head. “No. In fact, until I met you, I thought I was dominant.”

  His hands ran down her back, soothing and caressing, and sending liquid heat to her cunt.

  “I’m not surprised. You were fascinated by the power exchange and the dynamics, but hadn’t met anyone you could imagine trusting enough to submit. So you fantasized about being dominant. It makes perfect sense to me. There’s a saying that the best submissives were once Dominants.”

  “I’ve never heard that saying, but I can see now why it might be true. The trust one has to have always seemed like something I could never fathom.”

  “And now?”

  She buried her face into his chest again. It was hard to look him in the eye and admit these things.

  “I’ve been thinking about it all day, Cam. I tried to imagine dominating you, but it was all wrong. All I could think about was playing out some of the scenes I’ve read about. I’ve been aroused all day.”

  Cam’s arms tightened and lifted her until she was looking him straight in the eyes.

  “Uh-uh, don’t hide your face. I want to see you when you say that. I want you to know that I’ve been aroused all day, too. Hell, I was aroused last night. I want you to think about this tonight. I’m a Dom, Noelle. I was born this way, and I will die this way. I will demand your submission and push your limits. I will accept nothing less than all of you. I will also cherish, care, and protect you with everything that I am. You will get all of me, too. This isn’t play to me. This is how I live my life. If you think you can handle this kind of trust and honesty, I’d like to pursue a relationship with you.”

  Noelle started to answer but his hand came up to halt her words.

  “I know you live in Florida and hell, we just met. But this thing between us is strong. I’d like to explore it while you’re here. That’s what I’m asking you. I’m not asking for forever. Not yet. I’m just asking for a chance to show you what this lifestyle means. Sort of a try before you buy.”

  Noelle started to speak, but he pressed his fingers to her lips.

  “I want you to think about this, precious girl. Think very hard and long. This is a commitment between us. At least a commitment while you’re here in Montana. I don’t want a tourist. I want someone who is open to exploring something out of her comfort zone. I want you to explore it with me. No half-in or half-out.”

  Noelle crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a saucy smile. He didn’t know her very well if he thought she did anything halfway.

  “I’ll think about it. I don’t commit to anything unless I’m really sure. When I do commit, I’m in it to win it.”

  “I figur
ed that about you. I also know you have very little fear, Noelle. You need to be damn sure you want to give this a try. Let’s head back to the house then. If you decide your answer is yes, then at dinner tomorrow night, you sit at my right hand at the dinner table. That’s where my woman and sub should be. If you choose no, sit anywhere else. No hard feelings. I know what I’m asking is a lot. I’ll understand if you decide against this. I’ll be disappointed, but I’ll understand.”

  They walked quietly back to the house, and he hesitated at the door.

  “Go on in. I’m going to stay out here awhile.”

  He kissed her lips softly. “Dream of me, Noelle.”

  She knew she would.

  Chapter Three

  “Hands behind your back, my slave. Only your mouth.”

  He waited while she positioned herself correctly, then leaned forward on her knees to engulf the head of his hard cock into the warm cavern of her mouth. He hissed in pleasure, but kept his face impassive. It wouldn’t do to let his slave know how affected he was by her ministrations. Better to keep her guessing.

  “Swallow me all down, slave. All of me. You should be able to pleasure my balls with your tongue when my cock is down your throat. That’s how a proper blow job is given. I’ll not accept anything but your best.”

  His slave took a deep breath and loosened her jaw to allow his cock to slip farther into her mouth and nudge the back of her throat. She choked for a moment, but he remained where he was, letting her fight her gag reflex. She would need to learn to control it.

  “Breathe through your nose, slave.”

  He tangled his fingers in her long, dark hair and tugged at her head, urging her to take him deeper. She was obviously reluctant, but he waited patiently while she worked to relax, taking him deeper with each stroke of her mouth and tongue. He arched his hips and pressed his cock deep into her throat. Her hands came up in fear, then relaxed behind her again when she realized she wasn’t choking.

  “Swallow on me, slave.”

  She followed his instructions, and he bit back his groan as his balls pulled tight to his body. He fucking loved it when a sub on her knees sucked his cock. This sub especially had a talented tongue. Her reticence to take every inch he had to give her would give him an excuse to punish her afterward. He would enjoy turning her ass a bright red, and then fucking it.

  He anchored his hands on each side of her head, holding his cock as far as she could take him.

  “I’m coming, slave. Swallow every drop.”

  He let go of his tight control and felt the pleasure run through his body. His cock jerked with each spurt of cum he shot deep into her throat. He watched as she frantically tried to swallow every bit of the hot load, and he smiled as he finally pulled back, leaving the head of his cock in her warm, wet mouth.

  “Lick me clean, slave.”

  “Holy hell, that is hot.” Brianne Hart fanned herself and rolled her eyes. Noelle was attending the book club meeting via Skype. Cam had very nicely offered her his office, and she was currently perched at his desk with the door locked. She wasn’t sure she was ready for the entire household to know about her reading proclivities. Lisa Hart and Sara Jameson were there with Brianne, but Tori was absent due to a business trip to New York. She was currently on a flight headed for JFK Airport.

  Noelle had been attending the book club weekly for several years now. She was as close to these women as her own sister. Lisa Hart was the glamorous one. Blonde and beautiful, she was the wife of a successful attorney. She also had a raunchy sense of humor and a down-to-earth personality that meant she never took herself too seriously. Brianne Hart was auburn-haired, funny, and vivacious. She had a young son, Kade, from her first marriage and a baby girl, Paige, from her marriage to Nate Hart, Lisa’s brother-in-law. Brianne was their artistic genius and mother earth.

  Sara Jameson was quiet and dignified. Her long, dark hair and pixie-like features often fooled people into thinking she was naive and weak. She was actually a strong woman who had been through her husband’s death and had been raising her toddler son alone when she had fallen in love with not one, but two men. Jeremy, her husband’s brother, and his partner Cole were now the men in Sara’s life, and they adored her unashamedly. Last, but certainly not least, there was Tori Cordell. Dark-haired and sophisticated, she was creative and brilliant. She wrote children’s books for a living but was so intelligent she could have been a nuclear scientist. She was raising her teenage sons alone since her husband had died after a long illness.

  Sara made a face. “He’s a little impersonal for me. I like a Dom who gives a shit about his sub. This guy is iffy so far. He keeps her safe and gives her pleasure, but he seems a little removed from it all.”

  Brianne plucked a chocolate from the gold box on the table. “Maybe he has intimacy issues.”

  Lisa arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Then he shouldn’t be a Dom, should he? Noelle, what do you think of this guy?”

  Noelle took a deep breath. These were her best friends in the whole world and today of all days, she needed them.

  “I think you’re right. He seems a little cold to me. But, actually, that’s not what I want to talk about today. I want to talk to all of you about something personal.”

  Brianne closed the cover on her e-reader. “We’re listening. How personal?”

  Noelle leaned closer to the camera. “Very personal. I really need your advice. I’m actually kind of glad Tori’s on an airplane. I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to talk about what it’s like to be a submissive.”

  Brianne, Sara, and Lisa glanced at each other, and Lisa sat back in her chair casually crossing one leg over the other.

  “Why would you ask us about that? Why would we know anything except what we read?”

  Noelle shook her head. “Don’t pull that shit with me. I’ve seen you with your husbands when you think no one is looking. I’ve heard you, both of you, call them Master when you think no one can hear. I’ve seen Sara’s men spank her when they think no one is watching. I need your help here, not your stonewalling. I’ve met a Dom, for fuck’s sake. A Dom who could just be the man of my dreams. He wants to get to know me, and I want to get to know him. I need to know what I’m getting into. You’ve been my friends for years. This is no time to pretend!”

  Noelle’s voice had gone up an octave and sounded a little desperate by the end of her little speech. Lisa, Sara, and Brianne visibly relaxed. Brianne even laughed.

  “Well, I guess the cat is officially out of the bag, then? How long have you known?”

  Noelle smiled. “A while. I suspected Lisa and Conor years ago, then you and Nate got together…Well, it seemed like you guys weren’t trying to hide it, honestly. I’m not 100 percent about Sara, but enough to bring this up in front of her.”

  Lisa fiddled with her cocktail glass. “Perhaps. I’m not fond of keeping secrets from my close friends. Well, you’ve met a Dom, huh? Who would have ever thought? He must be quite a man to get you to think about submitting. Tell us every detail and don’t leave anything out.”

  “Maybe I was in denial about being submissive. I don’t know. I just know when I’m with him I have to fight the urge to fall to his feet. Did I mention he’s incredibly hot, too? There’s just something about him that makes me feel desired and safe. He’s nice, and smart, and we don’t agree on a damn thing having to do with politics. Oh shit. And he’s Brody’s dad. I forgot to tell you that.”

  Lisa choked on her cosmo. “Brody’s dad? Isn’t Brody your future brother-in-law? How old is this Dom, anyway?”

  “Forty-nine and every inch gorgeous. He’s in amazing shape. He looks forty, tops.”

  Sara took the glass from Lisa’s hand and set it on the table. “If you want to fall at his feet, he must be one hell of a Dom. He must have an alpha vibe to die for. So what’s the problem? You seem okay with your submissive side. Or is that the issue?”

  “He asked me to commit to exploring this side of myself while I was in Montana. N
o declarations of love and commitment past these weeks until the wedding. It’s just happened so fucking fast. I met him and here I am contemplating a relationship with him.”

  Brianne propped her chin in her hands as she leaned on the table. “It’s nice if you have the luxury of knowing someone for years like I did Nate. We already had trust. I just had to relax and let the love grow.”

  Lisa smiled. “I suppose that would be nice. Taking your time and all. But I fell for Conor the minute I met him. Bam! It hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked at him and knew this was the man I was meant to be with forever. And we were really just college kids. You and this man are adults. You know what you want and don’t want by now. You don’t need a lot of time. You just need the right man. Sounds like you have one hell of a candidate up there.”

  Noelle thought about how much she had enjoyed the time they had spent together. “He is. He’s…a man among men, if you know what I mean.”

  Sara whistled. “Oooo, I like the sound of that. Besides, you’re not the type to waste any time. You go after what you want. Go after him.”

  Noelle shook her head. “I think he’ll want to be in charge of going after things. He seems to like control.”

  Brianne sipped her drink. “So do you, Elle. Are you okay submitting to him?”

  “I want to try, Bri. The idea excites me. Hell, he excites me. He’s not asking for a lifetime. He’s asking me to give this a trial run. If I hate it, can’t I say a safe word or something?”

  Lisa laughed. “Yes, you can safe word, although I hope it doesn’t get to that point, Elle. Just talk to him. Tell him what you want, what you fear. Let him know if you have any hard limits. If he’s a good Dom, he’ll respect them and you.”

  “He will respect me. I can tell that about him already. I know I’m moving fast and taking a big chance, but what I feel is so strong. He seems worth taking a leap of faith for.”