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

by Lara Valentine

“Oh God, that feels so good.”

  Cam arched an eyebrow. “How does it feel, sub?”

  “Sir. It feels so good, Sir.”

  Cam ran his fingers up her calf and was rewarded with goose bumps adorning her flesh.

  “Good girl. It will come more easily as we progress. Now let’s get you completely naked. I want to see my new sub without a stitch of clothing.”

  Noelle reached down to the butterfly fastening between her breasts, but he brushed her fingers away.

  “My sub, my job. Aren’t you supposed to be still and quiet?”

  “Shit.”

  It was muttered under her breath, and she clearly didn’t mean for him to hear it, but he did. He would have to do something about it. He couldn’t lay down a rule and then do nothing when it was broken willfully.

  “Noelle, what did you say?”

  She bit her lip and looked guilty as all hell.

  “Um, you mean just now?”

  He leaned back on his heels, crossed his arms over his chest, and gave her a stern look.

  “You’re making this worse for yourself. What did you just say, sub?”

  Her lip trembled.

  “Shit. I said ‘shit.’ I’m very sorry, Sir.”

  “Thank you for apologizing. You know the rules, sweetheart, and you violated them. Your punishment will be a spanking.”

  Noelle’s eyes went wide with shock, and she swallowed hard.

  “A spanking? Just for cursing?”

  He nodded. “I told you earlier what the penalty would be, if you remember. Since this is your first night, I won’t use the paddle. But you will get a warmed bottom. It will help you remember to curb your language. Now, let’s get your punishment over with so we can get back to the pleasure. Strip off the rest of your clothes and get on all fours on the rug.”

  Noelle started pulling her bra and panties off, revealing her beautiful breasts and the red triangle at the apex of her thighs. The reddish-gold curls were damp from her arousal, and Cam knew she was excited about her spanking, not fearful. He was going to love initiating his little sub with her first punishment. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

  * * * *

  Noelle braced herself on all fours on the rug. Despite being naked as the day she was born, she was plenty warm due to the fire in the fireplace and the fire in her pussy at the fantasy come to life of receiving a spanking from Cam’s work-roughened hands.

  In the position she was in, there was no way to be modest or try to cover any portion of her anatomy. It was all out there for his inspection. She knew her fair skin was flushed red with her embarrassment of being naked for the first time and being in this compromising position. She actually felt submissive to Cam as she knelt naked in front of the fireplace waiting for her punishment. He was standing now, walking around her, checking her out from every angle. He finally knelt next to her, reaching under her to play with her hard nipples, tweaking and rolling them. She gasped with the pleasure that shot straight to her already-hard and swollen clit.

  “Your nipples are very sensitive, pretty sub. We’ll have to try out some clamps on them.”

  The erotic thought sent cream pouring from her already-drenched pussy. She wiggled a little when his hand ran down her body and rubbed circles on her ass cheeks.

  “Seems to me, you like the idea. Your thighs are shiny with your honey. Spread your knees a little, sweetheart. I want a taste of your sweet, little cunt.”

  Noelle muffled a moan as she slid her knees further apart. His callused fingers were right where she wanted them this time. He was running his fingers through her soaking pussy and playing with her clit. She whimpered when he removed his hand, but almost screamed his name when his tongue replaced it.

  “Oh God, please, please.”

  The tongue pulled away, giving her clit the lightest of licks. The light touch was pure torture. She needed to come badly.

  “How do you address your Dominant, sub?”

  “Sir, oh, God, Sir, please, please lick me!”

  She could feel his warm breath on her pussy and heard his chuckle.

  “Sir will do, sub. Although calling me your God, and Lord and Master, might make me let you come sooner.”

  She scowled and was about to let him know what she thought of his statement when his tongue returned to her clit. She forgot everything she was going to say as he licked and nipped up and down her slit. She was floating in heaven when he pulled his mouth away. She protested, needing to come right now.

  “No, sub. You will not come yet. Silence.”

  Steel laced his tone, and she bit her lip to stop the pleading words on the tip of her tongue. She was breathing heavy, and her arms already ached from holding herself in this position. His hands stroked down her spine and trailed down the crack of her ass to her back hole. She sucked in her breath as his fingers teased the opening.

  “Have you ever been fucked here, Noelle? Have you had a man’s cock here before?”

  Noelle shook her head. She had been ordered to be silent.

  “I’m going to fuck you here. I’ll be the man who pops this cherry. Not tonight, but soon. You’ll love my cock fucking you in the ass. You may end up loving it more than when I fuck your sweet pussy. It’s the ultimate submission, having your ass breached, and you are going to give it to me, aren’t you, my sub?”

  Noelle nodded, feeling light-headed. She hadn’t seen his cock yet, but the outline was large, and she wondered if her ass could actually take something so big. Yes, she was hungry for the experience. She wanted to give him everything, all of herself.

  She didn’t expect his hand to come down on her ass cheek hard and fast. She sucked in her breath as the heat from his hand spread through her abdomen and traveled to her pussy and clit. It came down a second time on the other cheek, the impact sending her rocking on her hands and knees. She steadied herself and waited. She didn’t have to wait long. He gave her six more smacks, three on each ass cheek before pausing to rub her sore bottom. Honey was pouring from her cunt, and she had to steel herself not to beg for his cock. She was teetering on the edge of orgasm. If a breeze touched her clit, she knew she would fly apart.

  “You do not have permission to come, sub. You need to control yourself. Focus, sweetheart. You can do it.”

  Noelle panted and shuddered. She tensed her muscles in an attempt to push back her arousal. He sat quietly next to her while she got control, rubbing her spanked ass and whispering encouraging words.

  “Good girl, Noelle. I’m proud of you. Now tell me why you were punished.”

  “I used bad language.”

  She felt his warm lips kiss a wet trail down her spine.

  “Very good. I don’t think I can hold back much longer. Hold on, sweetheart. We’re going for a ride.”

  She heard his zipper, the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then she felt the tip of his cock nudge at her pussy lips. The scent of his body and the heat of his skin overwhelmed her senses. He pressed forward, his cock stretching her pussy wide and rubbing against sensitive spots in her cunt she never knew she had. His cock was so large it seemed to take forever, but he was finally in to the hilt. She felt the rough hair on his thighs brush hers and the warmth of his body pressing against her sore ass cheeks. She bent forward and pressed herself back on his dick, loving how he filled every part of her. He ran his hand up her back and tangled it in her hair, tugging her head back as his other hand anchored her hip.

  “Let’s go, baby.”

  * * * *

  Cam was balls deep in his sexy sub, her pussy enfolding him in its wet heat. He had never felt anything so sublime, and it was playing hell with his so-called iron control. He pulled out slowly, leaving just the head in her cunt, before pressing slowly back in.

  Noelle wiggled her ass and moaned. She wanted him to speed up and fuck her fast and hard. He planned to, but not quite yet.

  “Easy, pretty sub. You’ll get what you need, but you have to be patient.”

  He needed to b
e patient, too. He wanted to pound her hard, but she was extremely tight and he didn’t want to hurt her or make her sore tomorrow. He had a high sex drive, and he wanted to be able to make love to her over and over without guilt. It was his duty and pleasure to care for her and keep her safe.

  He began thrusting in and out, slowly, carefully, his hand holding her hair to keep her still. She was panting. Her skin turned a rosy hue, highlighted by the firelight. She pushed her ass up in the air and leaned down on her elbows, her cheek against the rug. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, and he felt a surge of emotion that he was the one bringing her such intense pleasure. A moan escaped from between her pouty lips.

  “Please, Sir! Please let me come!”

  He began to speed up his thrusts, her cunt so wet, he slid in and out easily. He was pounding her pussy hard and fast now, and he smacked her ass, tugging on her hair as she met each thrust with abandon. He looked down at the pale skin of her bottom, his handprint a red splotch on her already-pinkened skin. He smacked her again, and her breathing sped up, the sounds she made becoming more urgent. He felt the pressure build in his lower back and knew he couldn’t hold back much longer. He reached under her and ran circles around her swollen clit.

  “Come, sub.”

  He used his best Dom voice, and she immediately responded. Her pussy clamped down on his cock and for a moment she froze before her body started to shudder and tremble. He could feel the ripples on his cock, and it was all he needed to send himself over. His orgasm seemed to explode from his balls and out his cock. He came hard, his body rocked with the power of his climax. He slumped over her back as the tension drained from his body, leaving him grinning and satisfied. His woman was amazing, and she was all his.

  He pulled gently from her body and quickly took care of the condom, returning with a warm cloth to clean her sticky thighs. He tossed it away and pulled her close, tugging a quilt draped on a chair over them. He held her as their breathing slowed and their heartbeats returned to normal. Her cheek was pressed against his chest, and he stroked her hair, letting the silky strands run through his fingers. She seemed content to cuddle and let the silence surround them for a long time.

  Eventually, Noelle started to fidget, and he let her pull away to gaze into her soft amber eyes. She swallowed hard. It looked like she wanted to say something. He stayed quiet and let her find the words.

  “I’m…I’m submissive. I really, honest to God, wasn’t sure until a few minutes ago. But, I’m submissive. I have to say it because it’s true.”

  He ran his finger down her smooth cheek, loving how soft her skin was to his touch. What a brave little sub. He loved how she faced this head-on, not pretending, although he knew she would grapple more with her submissive nature. She was a strong woman, and giving up control wasn’t going to come easy for her.

  “I’m so proud of you, Noelle. I know this can’t be easy for you. You’re a strong, independent woman. I don’t want to change that about you. I want you to still feel in control of your life, but offer you the opportunity to let go and trust someone else to care for you. I want our relationship to add to your life, not subtract from it.”

  This wasn’t something to bully her into. This was something she had to want.

  Noelle nodded, her expression calm and resolute. “I don’t feel too brave right about now, but I’m glad you think so. I’m not calling a halt to this. I want to try. Specifically, I want to try with you.”

  Cam pulled her close and cuddled his woman to his heart. He was in dangerous territory with this courageous, wonderful woman. She had only promised him a few weeks, not a lifetime. Already she was so much more than a submissive. She was becoming his heart.

  Chapter Five

  Noelle’s eyes fluttered open, and she stifled a yawn. She and Cam had fallen asleep in front of the fireplace after their earth-shattering sex. She smiled as she remembered their passion and how hard she had come. She’d never had her world rocked anywhere near that intense before. Cam was amazing in and out of bed.

  “You’re wearing a very witchy smile on your face, Noelle. Care to share your thoughts?”

  Cam’s deep voice rumbled in his chest, and his warm breath tickled her brow. She pushed herself up and looked into his sky-blue eyes. They were soft and warm tonight, and she could easily lose herself in their depths. This man was more than any she had ever met.

  She ran her hand up his bare chest. “Just remembering the naughty things we did a few hours ago. It was pretty awesome, if you want to know the truth. Can we do it again, Sir?”

  Cam chuckled and sat up to tend the fire which had burned low while they slept.

  “Go easy on me, little sub. I’m older than you, you know.”

  Noelle eyed his already-hard and straining cock. He had more control and stamina than most men she knew or heard about. By rights he should be sprawled out on the floor, snoring until morning.

  “You don’t act older than me. In fact, I’m not sure I believe you about being forty-nine. Are you sure?”

  “Positive. Aren’t you turning thirty in a few weeks? We’ll have to have a birthday party.”

  Noelle pushed at his shoulder playfully. “Doesn’t the big, bad Dom know not to remind a lady of her age? I could be frightfully sensitive about it.”

  She laughed out loud as his expression turned to dismay.

  “Hey, it’s okay. I was just teasing you. I’m not sensitive about it at all. Age is just a number.”

  Cam shook his head, but still didn’t look relieved. “Are you sure? Shit, I didn’t even think. Thirty seems pretty young to me, that’s all. I’m going to be fifty in six months if you want to tease me about it.”

  Noelle snuggled into the cushions and blankets. “You don’t seem too concerned about it. It doesn’t bother you, does it?”

  “It didn’t until I met an amber-eyed, red-haired sub who drives me crazy and is twenty years younger than me. You looked at me like I was a senior citizen when you found out I was Brody’s dad.”

  Noelle felt a warmth build somewhere in the vicinity of her heart. He was actually concerned about whether she thought he was old.

  “I don’t care about your age. I was just surprised. That’s all. Besides, my friends say I’m an old fart sometimes. I don’t like to go to clubs and bars. I work most of the time, since I run my own business. My idea of a wild night is dinner and a movie with my friends. I’ve been on my own since I was eighteen. I think I’m pretty mature for my age.”

  Cam gave her a long look. “Eighteen is pretty young. Didn’t you go to college?”

  Noelle’s lips twisted in a grimace. This was a tough subject. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to tell him. It was just that no one came out of this story looking too good.

  “I did. Art school. My parents were not happy about it. In fact, they were furious. I had done well in high school and won a scholarship to a small, private college in southern Florida that they approved of and wanted me to attend. They hoped I would become a lawyer. I’m not sure why as both my parents are teachers. They just have this thing about me being an attorney. But, I had entered an art contest. They didn’t know about it. I won and also received a scholarship to an art school in New York. They were furious.”

  Noelle paused. It was still a painful story to tell.

  “Listen, I wasn’t the easiest child to raise. As you may have noticed, I’m a little impetuous and stubborn. My grandmother said I had a zest for life. My parents called me a hellion. There wasn’t anything I didn’t think I could do, and I drove my poor parents crazy proving them wrong on practically a daily basis.”

  Cam gave her a shrewd look. “Were they wrong?”

  Noelle stared up at the ceiling. “Yes, a lot of the time. They wanted a quiet, well-behaved daughter like Abby. She always did what she was told. She didn’t sneak out of the house in the middle of the night to go cave exploring in the middle of Florida. She didn’t sign up for a chance to win a race car lesson. She didn’t go bungee jump
ing off a bridge. Boy, were they pissed about that. My parents say I made them old before their time.”

  “It sounds like you do have a zest for life. You also sound like Caden. He wants to experience everything life has to offer. And yes, sometimes it’s tough to be his parent.”

  “I know. I was a rotten kid, I guess. So when I told my parents I wasn’t going to be a lawyer, I was going to be an artist, well, they felt betrayed. I might as well have said I was running away to work in a carnival. It was the last straw for them.”

  Cam held up his hand. “Now, wait a minute. I never said Caden was a rotten kid. He was just a challenging kid. You weren’t rotten, either, Noelle. You just had parents that didn’t know how to handle you, that’s all. I’m sure they’re proud of you now.”

  Noelle shook her head. “You don’t understand. I had to sneak away to go to school in New York. I left in the middle of the night, leaving a note behind. My parents forbade me to go. They said they would only pay for college if I became a lawyer. So, I packed my bags, my life savings, and my old car and headed for New York after they fell asleep one night. They were livid then, and they’ve never really put it behind them. Every holiday I hear about how my life could have been so much better, if only I had listened to them.”

  Cam blinked in confusion. “Wait a minute. You left for New York on your own? How in the hell did you live then? Did the scholarship pay living expenses?”

  “No, just tuition and books. I got a job as a waitress. I waited tables through school and had five roommates. New York was amazing, and I don’t regret a moment of it. I entered a lot of art contests, and that money helped, too. By the time I came home to live and start my business, they’d cooled down some. But they’ve never really forgiven me.”

  Cam scraped a hand down his face. “They left you to fend for yourself? Fuck, Noelle, I’m proud as hell of you for taking care of yourself. Working hard and going to school isn’t easy. It just underlines for me just how stubborn and independent you are. I admire what you’ve done. Abby tells us that you’re very successful and sought after for your designs. Your parents will come around, I’m sure.”