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

by Lara Valentine

  “Come, sub.”

  She threw back her head and let go, her orgasm hitting her sideways. Her teeth sunk into the gag as pleasure so intense it was painful racked her body. He pulled one of the feathers from her cunt and tickled her swollen clit until she was rocking back and forth on her knees with pulses of light and dark behind her eyes. Her world was turned upside down and then righted again as she came down slowly. She didn’t want the pleasure to end, but somehow she couldn’t even keep her eyes open. She didn’t even realize when her cuffs were unclipped and the gag removed. She was pulled close to his warm, muscular body.

  She drifted for an unknown period of time before opening her eyes. His blue gaze collided with hers. He was always watching her, making sure she was okay. She reached up and ran her fingers over his full lips, punishments be damned. They were calling to her, and she liked the punishments anyway. He opened his mouth and nipped her with his teeth, before leaning down and kissing her long and hard, leaving her wanting and breathless. How could she be this ready to be fucked when she had already come twice?

  He ran his hand down her back and cupped her sore ass cheek.

  “There’s magic in the number three, pretty sub. On your back, hands over your head.”

  * * * *

  Cam let his gaze rove over the beautiful woman he loved. Her skin had a rosy glow from her orgasms, her hair tossed and wild around her shoulders like a flame. He couldn’t stop himself from cupping her round, creamy breasts and taking a taste from her pink nipples. She moaned as he licked and nipped at what he knew would be sensitive, sore flesh. He would command her not to wear a bra tomorrow.

  He lifted her arms and clipped them to the headboard. He didn’t care if her nails shredded his back, but she loved the restraints and admitted she came harder when she was in bondage. He leaned back, letting his hands run from her shoulders down to her ankles.

  “You are not to come until I give you permission, sub.”

  He scooted up her body so his cock was right in front of her full, lush lips.

  “Suck me.”

  She licked her lips, and his cock tightened and hardened further. Holding back had been painful, but he wanted to push Noelle’s boundaries while she was here. He hid his chuckle. He could always grab a quickie in the shower later or in the morning. She was always wet and ready for him, not because he had told her to be. She was ready for him because she loved this as much as he did. She drank in the pleasure and gave him the same. This wasn’t sex. This was making love at its finest. He’d never had it this good.

  Her mouth opened, and her pink tongue lapped at the mushroom head of his cock, where his pre-cum dripped from the slit. He pulled back just enough so her tongue couldn’t reach him.

  “I said suck, sub.”

  She nodded, and he moved closer until the warmth of her mouth enfolded his cock. He bit back a groan as he slid over her tongue, bumping the back of her throat. His hand went to the back of her head, lifting her so she could take him deeper. He thrust in and out, her tongue flitting with each stroke until his balls were pulled tight and he knew he would blow his load into her mouth if he didn’t stop. He pulled out despite her protests.

  “Not there, love. I want to come in your sweet pussy.”

  He snagged a condom and pulled her legs over his shoulders. She would feel more at his mercy in this position, and she loved that. He nudged her cunt with the head of his cock before pulling back and plunging in with one hard stroke. She gave out a half scream at his impalement. He was balls deep, and he gritted his teeth to fight the urge to come like a teenager on his first date. He thought about ice, snow, and tax policy. He finally had himself under control and began to move, slowly at first, knowing it drove her mad.

  She liked it hard and fast, and he moderated his strokes, making sure each one rubbed her swollen clit and hit her G-spot. She was mewling under him, urging him on, and he couldn’t deny this woman the pleasure she had no shame in asking for. He sped up, thrusting hard, slamming her cunt each time. She was pulling at her cuffs, calling him her big cowboy Dom and telling him to pound her hard and faster.

  The filthy talk spurred him on and to the edge. He leaned down and whispered in her shell-like ear.

  “Come, my love.”

  He swallowed her screams of ecstasy with his mouth. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, and that was all it took to send him over, too. Each shudder of pleasure from her body shook him to the core. He emptied his seed in the condom before slumping on top of her, spent and delirious with happiness. His woman was amazing, and he was one lucky cowboy Dom.

  He pulled away regretfully, unclipping her cuffs and disposing of the condom quickly. He brought back a warm cloth and cleaned her sticky thighs, and she didn’t protest once. He smiled as she fought to keep her eyes open.

  “Sleep now, love. I’ll wake you in a few hours for round two. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

  Her eyelashes fluttered but she smiled back. “Promises, promises.”

  “This is a promise I guarantee you I’ll keep.”

  He woke her up a few hours later, not bothering with any restraints or toys. It was just the two of them, their bodies pressed close. He wanted to let her know without a doubt, he was still young enough to love her all night long. She let him know she was old enough to let herself go and not feel a moment of guilt for all the naughty, raunchy things they did in the middle of the night.

  Chapter Thirteen

  His impressive cock pushed forward relentlessly against the barrier of her virginity. He pulled back for a moment, his gaze never leaving her face, before thrusting in to the hilt. She cried out as she became a woman. His woman. He stayed very still while she grew used to being filled by him. A lone tear ran down her cheek. He brushed it away softly.

  He began to move, slowly at first, then building up speed. She gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his lean waist. Her body was humming with the pleasure, and she felt it building, but toward what she had no idea.

  He leaned forward and captured her lips with his own, his tongue seeking and playing with hers. Each thrust of his body was sending her higher, and she raked her nails across his back as something inside her shattered. The pieces flew, and she flew along with them. She was soaring, and when she finally came down she knew what everyone was talking about. This was love. She had made love.

  Brianne scrunched up her face and reached for her martini glass. “Um, I don’t know about you all, but my first time wasn’t like this at all. It hurt like a bitch, and I sure as hell didn’t have an orgasm. I wasn’t even close.”

  Lisa pushed the chocolate box toward Tori. “I didn’t have an orgasm until I was with Conor. This poor girl thinks sex and orgasms are love. He’ll probably dump her like last week’s trash. Asshole.”

  Tori popped a dark chocolate into her mouth. “My first time was okay. It hurt but not too bad. But it was embarrassing, you know? No one, except maybe Judy Blume, tells you how damp and messy sex can be.”

  Noelle cracked up. “Thank heaven for Judy Blume. If it hadn’t been for her, I don’t think I would have known much about sex. My parents sure as hell never had the talk with me. Did yours?”

  Lisa rolled her eyes. “My mother only talked to me about sex once. When one of our neighbors went crazy and started running around the neighborhood naked, yelling the Russians were coming, she took the opportunity to point out his penis and tell me I should stay away from all penises. Penises were bad apparently.”

  Brianne laughed. “My mother said just about the same thing only more hysterically, like they carried the cold and flu virus. Did your neighbor just see Red Dawn or something?”

  Lisa sipped her martini. “I think it was The Day After, but I’m not sure. It was the eighties, and everyone was paranoid.”

  Tori pushed the box of chocolates away. “No more chocolate for me. I need to start training for Gasparilla.”

  Noelle had her own box of chocolat
es from Cam. “I don’t know how you can run like that. If anyone ever sees me running, you’ll know it’s the Zombie Apocalypse.”

  “Montana should be a pretty safe place from the Zombie Apocalypse.” Lisa laughed. “Might you be living there full-time in the near future?”

  Noelle shook her head. “Not the near future. Cam and I talked, and I’m going to travel back and forth for a few months. I think we need to take some time and really get to know one another. In the meantime, I can start to investigate moving my business and maybe selling my condo. If everything works out, of course.”

  Brianne nodded in approval. “It’s nice to see this side of you, Elle. Usually you’re full steam ahead. Taking some time certainly can’t hurt.”

  “I know I can be impetuous, but this is serious. I want to do this right. Heck, maybe I’m finally growing up now that I’m with Cam.”

  Lisa yawned dramatically. “How perfectly boring. We like you the way you are, Elle.”

  “Awww, that’s sweet, Lisa. But according to Tori and Brianne, maturity is its own reward.”

  “I never said that,” Brianne protested.

  Tori’s cheeks were pink. “I may have, and I was full of shit. Don’t grow up because you think you need to for Cam. If he doesn’t love you the way you are, then he isn’t worth it.”

  “He does love me the way I am, and he is worth it. It’s just strange that now I’m happily in love, I feel, well, more settled. I don’t feel rushed. It seemed like before I was always in a hurry.”

  Tori stretched out her long legs and gave Noelle a mischievous smile. “If I had that hunky cowboy, I’d be in a hurry. In a hurry to get him naked. Where is he today anyway? Last time we got to get a glimpse of him.”

  Cam had met all the women during last week’s book club meeting. They had all fawned over him, of course.

  “Working, as usual. Now that the weather’s warmer, he said they work from sunup to sundown. In fact, I think I need to wrap up here and go help with dinner.”

  Brianne closed her e-reader. “Me, too. Kade is going through a growth spurt and eating me out of house and home.”

  Lisa sighed. “I guess that means I have to feed my children, too. What about you, Tori?”

  “Two teenage boys means I’m always cooking. But it was good to get together today. Elle, when are you coming home? We should do a girls’ night.”

  “The wedding is next week, then I’ll be on a plane. But I’ll be coming back here very soon.”

  Tori smiled. “True love. I miss it.”

  Lisa’s expression was serious. “We need to find you a man, Tori. You shouldn’t be alone.”

  Tori shook her head. “I’m concentrating on the boys. I’m not ready.”

  Brianne put her hand on Tori’s shoulder. “You just let us know when you are. Nate has some very nice, single doctor friends we can fix you up with.”

  “Or some Montana cowboys.” Noelle laughed. “I can vouch for how hot the men are out here.”

  “I’m not ready. You’ll all be the first to know when I am.”

  Lisa smiled. “Get ready, Tori. You’re next.”

  * * * *

  Noelle nudged her horse on, shivering when a cold, nasty wind almost knocked her sideways. This horseback ride wasn’t turning out like she had planned. She hoped she could reach her destination before the heavens opened up and the rain came down.

  She’d been surprised after the book club meeting to find a note on the bed from Cam telling her to saddle a horse and head toward where she had been thrown mere weeks before. Surprised, but pleased. Her body had flushed with heat as she wondered what surprises he might have in store for her. She had already fantasized a cozy tent and a few sex toys. She could scream in ecstasy as much as she wanted out here, and no one would hear her.

  However, the weather was not cooperating. Dark clouds had gathered, and the wind had picked up quite a bit. Her long hair was getting whipped around, and she wished she had brought more than this thin jean jacket. Cam was going to have to keep her warm as soon as she saw him, which was why she was urging her horse to keep going. Even Poncho was wondering about the wisdom of this little adventure. He wasn’t as skittish as Turismo, but he was just as ornery. He definitely had a mind of his own. And his mind was not happy about the slicing wind that was coming out of the west.

  She pulled on the reins and looked around. She had assured Abby she could find the spot without trouble, but now she was wondering if perhaps she had taken a wrong turn. The cluster of trees she had thought she remembered well was nowhere in sight. Or perhaps it was that all the trees looked the same. Add in the darkening sky and her nervousness about the weather and she was starting to feel like she was well and truly screwed.

  And not in a good way.

  A clap of thunder overhead made her jump, but luckily Poncho seemed unconcerned. At least he wouldn’t be throwing her off and bolting for sweet oats in the barn when the going got rough. Another glance at the ever-darkening sky made her chew her lip with nervousness. Cam had left her a note to meet him. She wanted time alone with him in the worst way. But, the worsening weather was telling her to turn around and head back to the ranch. Cam was just going to have to understand. Her mind made up, she turned Poncho around and headed back in what she hoped was the direction of the ranch. She prayed she’d get there before the storm turned really bad.

  * * * *

  Cam breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled the back door of the ranch house open. Sheets of rain were falling practically sideways, and he was soaked after coming in from one of the pastures. He couldn’t wait to get warm with a hot bath, a cold beer, and a hot woman. He shook the rain from his hat and looked around the kitchen. Abby was humming and making dinner, but Noelle was nowhere in sight.

  He pulled off his soaked boots and threw them next to the door.

  “Abby, dinner smells great. I’m headed to take a hot shower. Is Noelle upstairs or still in my office on Skype with her girlfriends?”

  Abby swung around with a frown, holding a spatula.

  “What are you doing here?”

  Poor Abby must have had a case of terrible bridal nerves. Thank goodness, she and Brody had made up from their fight.

  “I live here. Where’s Noelle, Ab?”

  “You’re not supposed to be here. You’re supposed to be with Noelle.”

  Cam wasn’t liking the way Abby was shaking the spatula at him. He liked even less the full-on scowl she had on her face. Something wasn’t right. He felt his stomach tighten with trepidation.

  “That’s the plan, Ab. If you tell me where she is, I’ll be with her.”

  Abby picked up a piece of paper from the counter and handed it to him. “She went to meet you, of course. Is she out in that weather alone?”

  Cam scanned the note Abby handed him and swore. Noelle was out in the storm thinking he was going to meet her. She was being sent to her fucking death. She could die of exposure before they could find her. He felt the hair on the back of his neck rise in fear and anger. When he found out who wrote this note, he would enjoy beating the crap out of them. Slowly.

  He threw the note on the table and tried to keep his voice calm for Abby.

  “I didn’t write that note, Ab. We need to get everyone together and get in the Jeeps and head out to look for her. We need to find her right away.”

  Abby’s face paled, and her hand shook as she placed the spatula on the counter.

  “You didn’t write the note? Who would do such a thing? Oh God, Elle’s out in that storm alone,” she whispered.

  He squeezed Abby’s shoulder before heading to put his boots back on. “We’ll find her, Ab. Don’t worry. We have to find her.”

  He just needed to keep saying it. Abby picked up the radio and started calling Brody, Lucas, Caden, and Colt. Cam knew he would need everyone he could get to find her. Hopefully, she had headed straight for the clearing where she had been thrown. He grabbed his hat and pulled open the back door to head out into the storm
.

  “Stay close to the radio, Ab. We’ll call you when we find her. And we will find her.”

  * * * *

  Boy, does this suck.

  Noelle had finally decided she was well and truly lost. The sky was completely dark, and she couldn’t tell north from south, or east from west. She was soaked, shivering, and scared. She was angry, too. She was getting tired of Montana kicking her ass. She needed to show Cam she could fucking take care of herself. He was probably out looking for her now, vowing to warm up her bottom since he had to rescue her. Again. This was the third time, and it was getting freakin’ old.

  She pulled on the reins and tried to take shelter under some thick trees, but the rain was coming down so hard they didn’t help much. She dismounted and tied Poncho to a branch. She needed to wedge herself in between those trees if she could. It looked like she just might have some shelter if she could get in there. The tree trunks were close together, but she pushed herself back into the narrow space. It was uncomfortable, and she was still freezing, but it was a little dryer. She could actually keep her eyes open without the rain driving into them.

  She wrapped her arms around herself, well aware if they didn’t find her she could meet her death out here. She’d read in the paper about people dying from exposure in July, and it wasn’t fucking July yet. Even if they did finally find her, she could get pneumonia and kick the bucket. What a pathetic way to go. She’d always pictured herself getting old and wise, passing quietly in her sleep. No way was she going quietly tonight. She had way too much to live for.

  She heard a coyote howl in the distance and rolled her eyes. If the weather didn’t kill her, the wildlife would. She looked around frantically as she remembered Cam telling her about rattlesnakes hiding in the brush. She hated snakes! It was so dark she couldn’t see anything, so she pulled her knees up closer to her chest and rested her chin on top. Maybe if she made herself a very small target they wouldn’t see her. Or hear her. Or smell her.