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

by Lara Valentine

  She licked her lips and opened her mouth with a smile. He leaned forward, bracing himself on the headboard, the tip of his cock running along her lips. Her tongue snaked out and took a taste of him, and he groaned. The sensations ran along his length and straight to his balls. Her torture had been his torture, and he was ready to shoot his load.

  Her hot, wet mouth engulfed the head, and his hand automatically went to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. She took up a rhythm that was destined to send him over the edge within minutes, but he pulled away, his cock making a pop sound as it emerged, shiny from her oral ministrations. His little slave pouted, her lower lip swollen.

  “I didn’t finish pleasuring you, Sir.”

  “I know, pretty sub. As much as I love your warm mouth, I want to fuck your hot pussy.”

  He reached down and grabbed her legs, pulling her flat on her back and spreading her pussy wide. He wanted her to come again, and he needed to get her juices flowing.

  “Hold yourself wide for me. I want something hot to eat.”

  Noelle’s face, neck, and chest flushed with her arousal. She loved to have her pussy licked. He pressed his face to her mound and breathed deeply. He loved her sweet, musky smell. The red curls tickled his nose, and he had a wicked thought. He tugged at the crinkly hair covering her pussy.

  “Submissives usually have bare cunts. I’m going to shave this pussy.”

  Noelle dropped her legs, her eyes wide. “Now? Are you crazy?”

  Before she could react, he rolled her over and deposited six smacks hard to her bottom cheeks, his hand making lovely pink marks on the pale skin.

  “That’s ‘Now, Sir? Are you crazy, Sir?’ Get back into position while I get the supplies.”

  “Sorry, Sir.” He rolled her onto her back and gave her a stern look, and her top teeth sunk into her swollen bottom lip. She knew better than to act like that.

  He bounded into the bathroom, grabbing what he needed, and took a peek into the bedroom. She was lying with her legs spread as instructed. He threw the towel over his shoulder and strolled back into the room. She looked apprehensive about what was about to happen.

  Good.

  A sub should be kept off-balance from time to time. No Dom wanted to be completely predictable. What a bore.

  “Keep those legs spread and stay very still. I don’t want to nick anything.”

  If anything, her amber eyes went even wider, and she froze into position. He placed a towel underneath her, then reached for the scissors to trim the hair short. She didn’t have a lot of curls, but they would be easier to shave if they were trimmed close.

  He clipped each curl and let it fall on the towel. When he was done, he placed the hot towel on her cunt, and she jumped at the heat.

  “Easy, Noelle. Does it burn?”

  Noelle shook her head. “No, Sir. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

  He pulled the towel off and shook the shaving gel can, spraying a generous amount. He picked up the new razor and began at the top of her mound, rinsing the blades in the bowl of hot water he had filled in the bathroom. She was holding still, and he moved down, closer to her clit. Each flick of the razor seemed to send her arousal higher. She was leaking cream on the towel, and her clit was swelling out of its hood.

  He placed his hand on her stomach to keep her from moving.

  “I’m going to do around your clit and your pussy lips. Stay perfectly still, Noelle.”

  Her breathing was becoming shallower, and her nipples were peaked. She was enjoying this. He drew it out longer than it needed to be. Each stroke of the blades, baring her delicate, pink skin. By the time he was done, her cunt was drenched, and she looked primed and ready to fuck. He quickly rinsed her, rubbing some lotion into the skin. She was moaning and panting as he drew circles around her clit.

  “Oh God, please fuck me, Sir!”

  He slipped a finger inside, her pussy sucking his finger in. He rubbed her G-spot and leaned down to torture her with featherlight licks on her pussy. Her back was arched, and her head was thrashing back and forth as he used his tongue up and down, back and forth over that shiny pearl until she was on the brink of climax.

  He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and suited up. He wouldn’t last long in her hot, tight cunt. He thrust all the way to his balls and groaned at the perfection. He gritted his teeth, before pulling out and slamming back in. He rode her fast and hard, loving the way she responded to his every stroke and touch. Her unrestrained hands were raking her nails down his back, and her pelvis was meeting his every thrust. She loved fucking as much as he did, and she sure as hell wasn’t ashamed to show it.

  She ground her clit against his groin, and he knew she was about to go over. He whispered filthy, dirty words to urge her on, finally letting himself go when he felt her convulse around him. Her pussy clamped down, and his balls drew up, the pressure in his lower back becoming too much. He stiffened as the pleasure slammed into him over and over again. His hot seed filled the condom, and he shuddered as he came back down to earth, collapsing on top of Noelle, sweaty and sated.

  He gave her a slow, wet kiss before rolling off and pulling her to his side. She fit like she had been made to sleep there. He disposed of the condom in the trash and pulled her closer, listening to their breathing and their heartbeats synchronize. Noelle was already asleep, her face relaxed and angelic with the moonlight streaming in the room from the window. Cam stayed awake for quite a while longer, stroking her hair and wondering what the future would bring for both of them.

  Chapter Eight

  “Cam, stop fussing. I know how to ride.”

  She earned herself a hard look from Cam that promised retribution. Abby and Noelle had decided to go for a horseback ride since the weather was starting to warm up, and Cam and Brody were saddling a couple of horses for them. The way Cam was acting, he must think she didn’t have a lick of sense. He’d been lecturing her for the last ten minutes.

  “I’m not fussing, and dammit, Noelle, listen to me. This ranch isn’t a kiddie park, and these horses aren’t from a petting zoo. It’s dangerous out there. Now promise me right now that you and Abby will be back in a couple of hours. It’s too dangerous to be caught out when it starts to get dark, plus the weather has been unpredictable this spring. Promise me.”

  Noelle sighed. “Cross my heart and hope to die. I promise.”

  Cam’s lips tightened. She was pissing him off royally. Oh goody.

  One glance at Brody’s wide grin, and she knew they were putting on a show. Cam was ribbed unmercifully by his sons and brother for being such a hard-ass. He wasn’t going to let this little rebellion of disrespect go unnoticed and unpunished.

  “Sounds sincere to me, Dad.” Amusement laced Brody’s tone.

  Cam never looked up from Noelle. “Stay out of this, son. Don’t you have your own woman to worry about?”

  “My woman is perfectly trained.”

  Abby chose that moment to blow a raspberry. Noelle cracked up, but almost choked in surprise as Brody tossed Abby over his knee and proceeded to spank her bottom hard. Abby was yelping and giggling, so there was probably no real pain involved, especially since she was wearing thick blue jeans as protection. Noelle eyed Cam, hoping she wasn’t next. She sighed when he pointed to the tack room.

  “March, sub. Now.”

  He had turned into her mean Dom, and she headed for the tack room knowing she was about to get a warm bottom. She shrugged. She was going to be sore from riding anyway.

  He followed her closely and closed the door behind them.

  “I’m not a fan of public punishments. You and Abby are being deliberately defiant. I can’t let this pass. Pull your jeans and panties down.”

  Noelle stood there for a moment. Cam’s expression brooked no defiance, and his body language told her he wasn’t kidding. She was in trouble. She dropped her eyes and quickly unfastened her jeans, pushing them and her panties down to midthigh. She waited as he circled her, finally comin
g up behind her and turning her so she faced a wooden table. He pressed on her back until her hands came down on the surface.

  “You can brace yourself here. Six for your very deliberate defiance.”

  She felt the cool air caress her bare bottom and sucked in a breath. She loved his spankings, and today would be no exception. Already, she was starting to trickle honey from her pussy. The thought of his hand coming down on her ass had her arousal in a tizzy. She couldn’t stop her wriggle of excitement.

  The waiting seemed to take forever as she stood there, bent over, legs spread, her ass on display and the perfect target. Finally, he took pity on her and administered the first stroke. The whack of his hand sent her up on her toes and fire straight to her pussy. He let the heat from the first stroke simmer before the second. It didn’t add to the pain, just heightened the heat. She thrust her bottom out for more and was gratified when he gave it to her. Four more strokes were applied to her ass cheeks, multiplying the heat in her pussy. She was dripping cream down her thighs when he finished. His hand rubbed her hot cheeks and slipped between her legs, finding her extremely drenched pussy.

  “Pull your pants up, sub. We’re done.”

  She pulled her jeans up and refastened them. Her ass cheeks were on fire, and it was going to be an uncomfortable ride. She gave him her best regretful look.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  He sighed. “I’m sorry, too, Noelle. I’m protective because I know the things that can happen on a ranch. I don’t want anything to happen to you. Ever.”

  He pulled her close, his hands massaging her sore bottom.

  “Just once I’d like to give you a spanking that you don’t enjoy. Next time, little sub, I use my belt.” He pulled back and gave her a stern look. “So let’s not have a next time.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Noelle said as meekly as she could manage. She’d tell him later how much she wanted to be spanked by his belt. She hoped it would be his spanking implement of choice in the future.

  “May we kiss and make up, Sir?”

  His face relaxed. “Yes, my gorgeous but naughty sub, we can kiss and make up. I know I’m a strict Dom. I guess I’m lucky you like the punishments.”

  She giggled, her lips tasting a trail across his square jaw. “Then it won’t come as a surprise that I want to be spanked by your belt? I was going to tell you later tonight, but I’ll just tell you now. I’m as horny as the devil, Cam, just thinking about it.”

  She felt his chuckle as he nuzzled her neck.

  “You’ll have to wait until later, baby. The big, bad Dom has work to do. Be a good girl, okay?”

  She nodded as his lips came down on hers, sending her world into a spin. She was already looking forward to later.

  * * * *

  Noelle breathed deeply. The spring air in Montana was so sweet. So different than the salty air in Florida. The valley was beautiful, tucked in between mountain ranges. The sky looked the same blue as Cam’s eyes when he was making love.

  Cam.

  She had been at the ranch two weeks now. She was falling harder and harder for him, and he seemed to return her feelings. She couldn’t doubt his commitment to their relationship. He was slowly and patiently teaching her about submission. Heaven knew she had a long way to go to be his perfect sub. She’d earned a myriad of punishments since agreeing to be his sub. The spanking earlier had only been one of them. She squirmed on her saddle. Her bottom was still a little sore.

  “Is your ass as sore as mine?”

  Abby was rubbing her bottom with her hand ruefully. Noelle laughed.

  “A little. It was going to be sore anyway, so I guess it isn’t a big deal. I didn’t think you would be sore. You’re wearing jeans. I got mine bare bottom, thank you very much.”

  Abby’s eyed went wide. “Brody was pretty mad when I blew that raspberry. Bare bottom, huh? Does Cam keep paddles in the barn for punishment?”

  Noelle knew Cam had a reputation for being a strict, mean Dom. Abby probably thought Cam had blistered her bottom.

  “Well, he might. He used his hand today. It was hot, but too quick. I hope he does it again.”

  Abby laughed. “Oh, I love a good, hard spanking. Wow, you have Cam wrapped around your finger. I would have thought you wouldn’t be able to walk straight after one of his punishments. You breezed out of the tack room with a blush and a smile.”

  “Cam’s punishments are pretty mild, little sister. Um, have you talked to Brody about our family yet? I mean they can’t go around spanking and ordering us around in front of our parents. They’re way too uptight for that.”

  Abby groaned. “I did. He said they knew how to act around company. I’m not looking forward to Mom and Dad being here. I can only imagine how they are going to react to my living here after we’re married.”

  Noelle frowned. “You’re already living here. Don’t tell me Mom and Dad don’t know you’re going to be living here from now on?”

  Abby chewed her bottom lip. “I’m not like you, Elle. You’re strong and independent. I get around our parents and wilt. When they call, they’ve been pressuring me to get Brody to move to Florida after we’re married.”

  Noelle threw up her hands. “And do what?”

  Abby ran her hand over her face and grimaced. “They want him to go to law school.”

  Noelle barked with laughter. “What is this obsession with a lawyer in the family? Are they planning to knock over a bank or something?”

  Abby sputtered with laughter. “That would be funny. Our uptight parents in prison orange.”

  Noelle was laughing with Abby when they heard it. It sounded like gunshots not very far away. She didn’t have time to react before her horse was rearing up in fear. Noelle held on for dear life, but her feet dislodged from the stirrups, and she fell to the ground with a sickening thud, jarring every bone in her body and probably loosening a few teeth. She hadn’t let go of the reins when her horse took off like a shot, dragging her several yards over the rough, rocky ground before she could untangle her fingers.

  “Elle! Elle! Oh dear God, Elle! Are you all right? Can you talk?”

  Noelle tried to move, but Abby kept her still.

  “Don’t move. You may have hurt yourself.”

  Her choking laughter hurt. “I can guarantee you, sis, I’ve hurt myself. Shit, my head hurts.”

  She reached up and felt a goose egg on her forehead. When she brought her hand down, it was smeared with blood. She gingerly moved her limbs, wincing when she tried to move her right ankle and left wrist.

  “Stay there. I’ll call the men on the satellite phone Brody put in my pack.”

  Noelle stared up at the blue sky, every part of her body starting to ache.

  “I don’t think I could move if I wanted to. What happened to Turismo?”

  “The horse took off and is probably halfway to the ranch by now. Elle, you’re not going to pass out on me, are you? You need to stay awake. You may have a concussion.”

  Noelle’s lids felt very heavy. “I’m just closing them against the sun.”

  She heard Abby’s voice on the phone and her reassuring hand on her forehead.

  “Stay with me, Elle. Cam and Brody are on their way.”

  “Great. Cam gets to tell me how right he was. I’m never going to hear the end of this.”

  Abby patted her hand. “Neither will I, sis. Neither will I.”

  * * * *

  The next twenty-four hours passed in a blur. Cam, Colt, Brody, Caden, and Lucas had all shown up. Cam looked grim-faced and didn’t say much, but held her tenderly in the backseat of the Land Rover all the way to the hospital in Bozeman. He had stayed by her side in the emergency room until the intimidating nurse had shooed him away. Even then, he had growled his frustration and promised to be back as soon as he could.

  He had kept his promise, holding her hand and talking softly to her when she had been safely ensconced into a hospital bed for the night. They said it was for observation. It appeared to be for drivin
g her Dom and man insane. He was beside himself with worry, and nothing she said to the contrary seemed to make him any calmer. She hadn’t minded when the dragon-lady nurse kicked him out for the night so she could get some rest.

  Now it was the next day, and she was tucked up into Cam’s bed at the ranch with her right ankle wrapped up and propped on a pillow. Her left wrist was also wrapped up, and her body was covered in bruises and scrapes. There was a bandage on her forehead, and she had a lovely shiner on her right eye. She was truly a vision to behold. If she was trying for pity sex, she was certainly on the right track. Cam would have to be downright crazy to want her in this condition.

  Which was a shame, since all she had to do was doze and read her naughty, smutty books. All she could think about was jumping her man’s sexy-as-sin body. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

  Cam stood at the door with a tray of food and a tentative smile. She threw her e-reader down on the bed next to her and waved him in.

  “Pretty strange, actually. These painkillers are doing funny things to my brain.”

  He set the tray down on the bed and helped her sit up, fluffing the pillows behind her.

  “It’s nice to have a slave of my own. Do you do windows, too?”

  She giggled, realizing the pills were making her say crazy things. Cam gave her an indulgent smile.

  “I’m just taking care of you, precious. You scared the bejesus out of me and everyone, falling off Turismo like that. I want you to get better. We have your birthday party coming up.”

  Cam was throwing a big barn dance for her thirtieth birthday.

  “Maybe we should make it a costume party. I can go as Quasimodo.”

  Cam frowned. “You look fine.”

  “No, I don’t. I look like I went ten rounds with Chuck Norris.”

  Cam fussed, placing the napkin on her lap and pulling the plastic wrap off the piping-hot food. Noelle brushed his hands away.