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

by Lara Valentine

  Cam twisted around and gave a wave. “I didn’t either.”

  John’s expression turned to one of shock then horror. He turned and headed back out the entrance he had just come through. Cam chuckled.

  “Being a teenager is a nightmare. He probably didn’t want his friends to see his family. I remember not wanting any of my friends to even know I had family, let alone be in the same movie theater or restaurant together.”

  “My teen years don’t hold fond memories for me either. But weren’t you the big man on campus?”

  “Just because I was popular in high school didn’t make it any easier.”

  “Yeah, it must have been awful having all those blonde cheerleaders throwing themselves at you.”

  “The only woman I want throwing herself at me is right here. Speaking of that, are you wearing panties?”

  Noelle gave him an evil smile and raised her eyebrows. “I think we should finish dinner and you should take me home and find out.”

  Cam tucked into his meal with gusto. “Sounds like a plan. I’ve got a paddle and gag with your name on it.”

  * * * *

  Cam’s cock was harder than a fence post by the time they arrived back at the ranch house. Noelle had been one naughty submissive on the way home, teasing him by touching herself as he had driven down the long, dark road that led home. Even though she hadn’t removed a stitch of clothing and was only touching herself through the fabric, it had turned him on so hard he could barely keep the car on the road. He had vowed her bottom would be bright red, and she’d be on her knees servicing his cock, but she had just laughed and ran her fingers around her hard nipples, poking through her blouse, and drawing his eyes from the road.

  He’d known she was trying to get his mind off running into Gwen as they had exited the restaurant. Surprisingly, Gwen had been less than enthused to see him, too. She had ducked into the building as if she hadn’t seen him, when clearly she did. He was relieved she wasn’t going to make a scene with Noelle there. He had meant it when he told her it was his job to protect her from his ex.

  He grabbed her hand as they climbed the porch steps. A picture of them growing old together and sitting, holding hands on that very same porch seemed so vivid it took his breath away. She was a woman he wanted in his life. He couldn’t wait to show her over the next months how much he loved her and wanted her here, by his side, sharing his life.

  Shouts coming from the house made him pause outside the door. The house was always boisterous, but the voices inside were angry. Noelle gave him a questioning look, and he shrugged and pushed open the front door. It was clear from the tension and body language, Abby and Brody were having a pre-wedding lover’s quarrel.

  “I’m going to turn you over my knee and beat your bottom until you behave!”

  “The hell you will! You can’t take what I’m not willing to give. I’m not getting a spanking because you’re being an insensitive asshole!”

  His son’s face was beet red.

  “You’ll get a spanking, all right. You won’t be able to sit for a week. I won’t have my sub questioning my judgment.”

  “Someone has to, you stupid jerk. I’ll be damned if your ex-girlfriend is coming to our wedding.”

  “I invited her, and that’s that.”

  “Then uninvite her or there won’t be a wedding. And that’s that.”

  As much as Cam wanted to intervene and tell his son he actually was being an insensitive asshole, Brody needed to learn how to handle his woman on his own. There were times for being the Master of the home, and times to fucking duck and run when the woman in your life was on the warpath.

  Apparently, Noelle had no such reticence. She walked right in between the couple and put her hands up in a stop motion. Miraculously, both Abby and Brody immediately shut up and paid attention.

  “Stop it, both of you. You’re supposed to get married in a week, and here you are arguing like you hate each other.”

  Brody pointed to Abby. “She said—”

  Noelle cut him off with a wave of her hand. “Hush. Now. I don’t care what you did, and I don’t care what she said. You will lower your voices and speak respectfully to one another. Now, Abby, why are you angry with Brody? And speak nicely, please.”

  Abby’s pretty face screwed up, and tears started rolling down her pale cheeks.

  “Br–Br–Brody ran into his ex-girlfriend who’s visiting in town, and he invited her to the wedding.”

  Abby scrubbed at her face. His son was quickly melting as he watched the woman he loved become increasingly miserable.

  “When I met him, he had just broken up with her, and all his friends said she was the love of his life. I don’t want the love of his life at our wedding. He’s cruel to invite her.”

  Abby choked as she tried not to sob. Brody didn’t look in much better shape. His whole body was sagging, and his face was paper white.

  “Aw, fuck, baby. She’s not the love of my life. You are. You’re the only woman I’ve ever really loved. That’s why I didn’t think it was a big deal if she came to the wedding. I don’t feel anything for her. How can I? You’re my world, sweetheart. Please don’t say I’m cruel. Please don’t stop loving me because I’m stupid.”

  Abby pushed past Noelle and threw herself at Brody. “I haven’t stopped loving you, you big, dumb Dom. But you have pissed me off royally. You don’t get to make all the damn decisions for the rest of our life because you’re the Dominant.”

  Noelle was smiling and looking pretty pleased with herself. Cam walked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. As much as he was proud of her for getting Abby and Brody to stop fighting, the young couple would need to learn to deal with each other eventually without his or Noelle’s intervention. Marriage was something a couple had to constantly work at.

  Cam cleared his throat. “This is just my opinion, and I know many in the lifestyle who would tell me I’m completely wrong. But a marriage, even a Dominant-submissive marriage, is a partnership first and foremost. Decisions and boundaries should be discussed and negotiated. The Dominant should only press his will beyond those boundaries when he feels the decision is for his sub’s safety or well-being.”

  Brody’s head was hanging and he was studying his fingernails.

  “I guess I forgot that. I may have gotten carried away with being the one with the power.”

  Noelle cocked her head to the side and looked puzzled. “I know I haven’t been here very long, but from what I’ve seen and experienced, the sub has all the real power.”

  His smart little sub had figured it out, and within weeks, too. A Dom could only take what a sub gave willingly, and she had the power to stop everything with one word. It was a good lesson for the young Dom.

  He squeezed her shoulders. “True, Noelle. Doms have what I like to call ‘given’ power. The power is given to them by the sub. The sub can take it back at any time. This is not the same as disobedience, and you shouldn’t confuse the two. If Abby doesn’t want to give Brody the power to make all the decisions, they need to negotiate what decisions he is empowered to make.”

  Everyone stood frozen. Cam sighed and shook his head. “Now would be a good time to do that.”

  The young couple finally cracked a small smile and headed outside for what Cam hoped would be a very long walk and talk. He wanted to get his sexy woman upstairs and naked. He pulled her back against him, her warm, womanly scent teasing his nostrils.

  “I want you upstairs, and I want you naked. Get on all fours on the bed and wait for me.”

  He was totally serious, and when she realized it, she smiled and fled up the stairs. He chuckled as he watched her round little fanny retreat, and his cock hardened in response. He was going to make love to his woman until she couldn’t walk.

  Chapter Twelve

  Noelle waited on all fours in their bedroom. She had run upstairs and stripped as quickly as she could, but she needn’t have bothered. Cam was going to keep her waiting tonight. She was in
his favorite submissive position. He never made her get on her knees. He preferred her posed like this, ready to suck or be fucked. Her pussy was already creaming and clenching as she waited, ass in the air, facing the wall away from the door. Cam was exacting in his requirements.

  She heard the door swing open but didn’t turn her head, keeping her eyes trained on the headboard. She heard him set something down on the nightstand and then the rustle of fabric as he removed his clothes. She stayed frozen until he came into her line of sight. His cock was already hard, and she wanted to reach out and stroke the velvety skin. Her mouth watered as she imagined his flavor dripping on her tongue while he fucked her mouth.

  “Kneeling position, sub.”

  She quickly came off her arms and stayed on her knees. He set several toys in front of her, and arousal went zinging through her veins. It was going to be a hot night with her cowboy.

  “The gag is non-negotiable. You’re a screamer, and we can’t wake up the entire ranch. Pick a toy or two, sweetheart.”

  She trembled with excitement as she pointed to the nipple clamps and then his belt, tossed carelessly on the bedroom floor. He nodded and scooped up the plugs and dildos, leaving out the gag, a wooden box, and the now-familiar leather cuffs, then picking up the belt and tossing it on the bed. He reached for the cock gag and held it in front of her face. It had deep gouges in the plastic where she had bit into it last time as he had held her on the edge of orgasm for what had seemed like hours.

  “Open, sub.”

  She opened, and the cock slid in, stretching her jaws wide. He fastened it firmly behind her and patted her bottom in praise.

  “Good girl. You look so beautiful with your mouth full, you can’t imagine.”

  She loved it when he gagged her. At first, she had found the gag uncomfortable, but her perverse nature had kicked in, and now she loved the feel of her mouth stretched and full. She only wished it was his real cock, not a fake, plastic imitation.

  He pressed the squeaky toy into her hand.

  “You shouldn’t need this tonight, but we won’t take any chances. Wrists, please.”

  She held out her wrists, and he swiftly and efficiently wrapped the soft, leather cuffs around them. He reached for the clamps.

  “I’m glad you chose these tonight. Your nipples look so pretty when they’re clamped. I know how sensitive you are there. Maybe we can get you to come just from breast stimulation.”

  She loved the rituals of the cuffs and gag. Her pussy was already swollen and burning, needing to be fucked hard by his big cock. Only Cam knew when that time would come tonight. She could only wait and hope her good behavior made the length of time shorter.

  He bent and sucked an already-hard nipple into his warm, wet mouth. She groaned against the cock pressing her tongue down as he scraped his teeth and nipped until it stood tight and erect. He repeated the process on the other side and let his fingertip draw circles around the pink areolas. She pressed her thighs together to stave off her building orgasm. He could easily get her to climax with just his mouth and tongue.

  He dangled the clamps in front of her, a chain connecting them.

  “I think you’ll find these interesting.”

  He opened the clawlike teeth and quickly snapped them shut on each nipple. She closed her eyes as the burn shot through her body. She tried to even her breathing until she felt the pleasure build, finally opening her eyes. His eyes were focused on her with laser intensity. She knew she was completely safe with this man. He was always watching her reactions. If he thought for one second she didn’t like what was happening, she knew it would come to a complete halt.

  He played with the silver chain dangling between her breasts, then pulled it up and hooked it the gag. She was so surprised, she moved her head abruptly and jerked the chain, pulling at her tender nipples. Cream flooded her needy pussy. Her diabolical Dom had found a way to allow her to control the pain of the clamps. If she needed a push in arousal, she only needed to move her head.

  “You like that, don’t you, sub? Pull at them again for me.”

  Her nipples were already burning, but she lifted her chin and gave them a tug with her head. The pain shot through her and straight to her cunt and clit, quickly transforming on the way to the utmost pleasure. She did it again before he could stop her.

  “Easy there, sweetheart. Not too hard, or you’ll tear. Your slightest movement will pull at them. Now let’s get you into position.”

  He pulled each wrist straight back and fastened them behind her back. She was now helpless, ass in the air, kneeling on the bed.

  “You love being in bondage, don’t you, sub?”

  She nodded, the chain pulling at her nipples sending arrows of pleasure through her veins. He pushed at her thighs so they were spread wide apart. The cool air blew against her heated cunt, but didn’t pull her back from the edge. She needed to come soon.

  He lay down on the bed and scooted under her, pushing her thighs even wider so her pussy was right on top of his mouth. His breath was hot and moist against her clit and his tongue snaked out and gave it a long, slow lick. She would have screamed with the pleasure if she hadn’t been gagged.

  His tongue moved lazily up and down her slit, through the folds, everywhere but where she needed it most. His hands were like steel bands around her quivering thighs and kept her from grinding her pussy on his face. She almost went over when he pressed two fingers in her drenched cunt.

  “You do not have permission to come, sub.”

  Thankfully, he didn’t understand her profanity-laced reply. She was one big mass of need on the edge and he wouldn’t give her permission.

  “I don’t know exactly what you just said, sub, but I’m guessing you just questioned my parentage. You’ll be punished for that.”

  He ran his tongue in circles around her clit and then tongue fucked her gushing hole. She bit into the cock in her mouth to hold off her orgasm. She whimpered when he pulled his mouth away, and felt the tug on her clamped nipples. The pleasure rippled through her like water. She was a hair’s breadth away from release. She tried to gulp air, but the gag kept her from taking a big breath. She felt his work-roughened hand stroke her spine.

  “Relax, sub. Concentrate on your breathing. Get control of your body.”

  She finally had her breathing even and calm when he lifted up the belt lying near her head on the bed. Her heart sped up, and her pussy dripped more honey down her thighs. She loved the feel of his leather belt on her bare bottom.

  “You’ll get ten tonight. Five because of what you called me when your gag was in and five because I love how your ass looks when it’s bright red.”

  She waited for the first strike. He loved making her wait, drawing out the tension as long as he could. This was part and parcel of her submission. She would lie here with her ass in the air as long as he decided she needed to. When she thought she couldn’t take anymore, she finally heard the whistle of the belt in the air and felt the leather make contact with her flesh. A stripe of heat ran across her ass cheeks. She had jumped with the first stroke and tugged at her sore nipples, making her shiver and whimper. He let the heat from her bottom travel to her cunt before the second stroke, placed neatly above the first. Once again she jumped and once again she pulled on the chain linked to the clamps. She whimpered and moaned with the need to come.

  “Eight more, sub. Try to stay still or you’re going to make your nipples hurt worse than they need to.”

  Three more strokes were laid in horizontal stripes across her ass, adding to the burning heat in her bottom and pussy. He reached out and ran his fingers through her creaming cunt. She groaned at the contact.

  “Come for me, sub.”

  It took two more strokes low on her ass at the crease of her thighs to send her over. The gag muffled her scream as her body was shaken by wave after wave of pleasure. She was about to come down when he reached under her and unclamped her nipples before continuing her punishment, giving her the last three stro
kes and sending her into another climax that left her spent and dizzy. The blood rushed into the burning tips of her breasts and seemed to intensify the pleasure a thousandfold. Soon she was slumped on the bed, ass and nipples on fire.

  He whispered words of praise in her ear and stroked her hair back from her face.

  “You’re amazing, Noelle. I’m so proud of you. Let’s see how your body responds to something completely different.”

  He flipped open the box and revealed its contents. Long fluffy feathers. He pulled one from the box and let it trail down her spine, down her crack, to her back hole. She jerked against the light tickles and pulled vainly at her cuffs. She was held fast.

  His eyes crinkled with his smile. “You’re afraid of a few feathers? Would you rather be whipped than tickled?”

  Noelle nodded vigorously. She feared the feathers most of all. He just smiled wider, her evil Dom.

  “Give it a chance, sweet sub. If you don’t like it, squeeze your toy.”

  She loved it and hated it at the same time. He ran that damn feather all over her sensitized flesh. Tickling her and starting her climb to orgasm all over again. He traced patterns on her sore ass and circled her tight rosette. Then, he reached under her and tickled her throbbing nipples, sending sticky honey trickling down her thighs. He stopped to wipe up a drip with his fingers and sucked them clean.

  “Sweet. I love eating your pussy. I love fucking it even more. But first things first.”

  He reached back in the box and pulled out two feathers, less fluffy than the last. They were narrower, with stiffer bristles. Her pussy and ass clenched at what he might do with them. He began running them up and down her cunt, amping up her arousal and sending her all the way to the edge.

  “I think you’re going to really love this.”

  She screamed silently as he pressed the two feathers inside her dripping pussy, swirling them against all the sensitive nooks and crannies, especially her G-spot. He kept up the rhythm until she thought she would die from the pleasure. Finally, she heard his firm, deep voice.