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

by Lara Valentine

  She could see how Brody respected Abby and Colt respected Julie. She knew Cam would respect her if she submitted to him.

  “I know I’ve said that couldn’t ever imagine submitting. And I couldn’t. Not before this man. I don’t think I could even picture submitting to anyone else. What I need from you guys is some, well, training. I don’t want to disappoint him. Can you help me? Teach me some of the rules?”

  Sara held up her hands. “We just play at it. We’re not serious. I’ll defer to Lisa and Brianne.”

  Lisa grinned. “We’d be happy to. However, you should know, every Dom has their own rules. Their own way of doing things. We may teach you something he doesn’t like or want you to do. But, I think he will be thrilled that you tried to learn some things for him. That would melt Conor’s heart in an instant. Doms, good Doms, have soft hearts inside their alpha exteriors.”

  Noelle nodded. “He does have a soft heart. I see it when he interacts with his family. He’s also very protective.”

  Brianne stood up. “Good. Now time to learn something. Stand up.”

  Noelle stood and waited for her next command.

  “Okay, kneel on the floor, spread your knees, and put your hands behind your back. Stick out your breasts, Elle. You’re offering your body to your Master. He owns it. Remember that. His will is supreme. Obedience brings him pleasure, and his pleasure is your only goal.”

  Noelle tried to relax into the pose. Brianne nodded.

  “Look down at the floor. Some Masters like you to keep your eyes down. Very good. Okay, up on your feet. Next pose. Oh, this is fun. I’ve never trained a sub before.”

  Noelle rose to her feet. “Glad I could entertain you. Come on, be tough with me. I want to show him how serious I am.”

  Lisa stood up. “You’ll need to curb your tongue, Elle. Masters like their subs quiet, in general. He may take away your permission to speak. Even if he doesn’t, it’s not a good idea to be chatty or sarcastic.”

  “If that’s true, I’m in big trouble.”

  Brianne laughed. “Yep, you’re going to get spanked on a regular basis. Welcome to the club, Elle!”

  * * * *

  Cam was nervous as hell, and he didn’t like the feeling one little bit. He had spent the day distracted, wondering if Noelle would decide in his favor. By the end of the day, his nerves were stretched so taut he had been barking at everyone in sight. Even his usually happy-go-lucky brother had finally pulled him aside and told him to get his head out of his ass and lay off everyone.

  “If you’ve got trouble with your woman, Cam, don’t take it out on everyone around you. Go rub one out or whatever, but stop bein’ an asshole.”

  Cam had snarked back that he wasn’t the asshole, but decided in his mood he shouldn’t be around anyone else. He had spent the rest of the day cleaning up the equipment barn, torturing himself with visions of Noelle sitting as far down the table as she could.

  It was dinnertime now, and there was no more waiting. In a matter of moments, he would know what her decision was. If she didn’t decide to give their relationship a chance, he wasn’t sure what he would do. She was a woman he wanted in his life. He wanted to take their relationship to the next level. But she had to want it, too. He was asking a great deal of her. She was going to be way out of her comfort zone with him.

  He sat down at the table as everyone gathered in the dining room. His favorite, pot roast, was being served, but he couldn’t concentrate on anything but Noelle as she entered the room behind Abby. She looked beautiful in figure-hugging jeans that showed off her God-given curves and a white sweater that was the perfect backdrop for her glorious red hair. He would have thought she wasn’t as nervous as he was except for the telltale chewing of her full bottom lip. She was gorgeous, and she had to be absolutely his. If she said no, he would just have to think of another plan.

  She walked toward him and he held his breath. She dropped her eyes and his heart fell, then started beating a tattoo in his chest as she pulled out the chair to his right and sat down. He reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze. He could feel her trembling. She was as affected by the moment as he was. This amazing woman wanted to be his. To belong to him. A wave of possessiveness washed over him. He would make sure she never regretted her decision. He would be the Dom she needed. Cam hid his laughter.

  The Dom she never even knew she wanted.

  * * * *

  She had made it through dinner. She just had to make it through the rest of the evening. Yes, there had been strange looks from the rest of the family when she had sat down at Cam’s side and his hand had reached for hers. Abby had started to ask her a question only to be interrupted by Brody’s commanding tone.

  “No, Abby, not right now.”

  Noelle was now cowering in her bedroom after Abby and Julie had shooed her out of the kitchen when she tried to help with the dishes. She didn’t regret saying yes to Cam, but she did wish she knew what was next. Lisa and Brianne had warned her about the loss of control going forward. She had to place her trust in Cam now. She was so lost in her thoughts she almost didn’t hear the soft knock on the door.

  “Noelle? It’s Cam.”

  She scrambled off the bed and opened the door. Cam had a gentle smile on his face as if he understood the strain she was under with the others in the house.

  “Let’s go for a drive, sweetheart. I think we both need to get away from the loving arms and prying eyes of our family.”

  She couldn’t agree more. She grabbed her purse and let him lead her down the stairs and into his SUV. She sat quietly in the passenger seat, biting her lip to keep from asking him where they were headed. She repeated to herself over and over, I have to trust him. Trust didn’t come easily, but she would work on it. She smiled when they pulled up in front of the small log house where they had spent their first evening together. It was the perfect place to be alone.

  Cam cupped her chin and turned her to face him. His large, callused hands were warm and gentle.

  “Here’s the key. Go on in and get comfortable. I just need to get a few things out of the back of the truck.”

  Noelle headed into the cozy cabin. This brought back the best of memories. Had it only been a few days ago she had met this man? Life could take a turn in a hurry.

  She flipped on some lights and smiled. She had an idea, and she hoped he liked it. She knelt down on the soft rug near the fireplace and went into the pose Brianne had taught her. She wanted Cam to see she was really committed to doing this. She wanted him, just the way he was. She was determined she wouldn’t try and change him. She understood this was a part of him. She heard the front door open and his steps halt in the doorway. She held her breath wondering if perhaps she shouldn’t have done this, but then he entered the room the rest of the way. She heard him behind her, and then he was in front of her starting a fire in the fireplace. She was about to stand up when she felt his hand on her head, his fingers stroking her hair.

  “This is a wonderful surprise, Noelle. Your submission is a treasure to me, something very precious. I will never take it for granted, and I will cherish it. Please know that I will always keep you safe and cared for.”

  He continued stroking her hair and then down her cheek, leaving a trail of heat where he touched.

  “Where did you learn the slave pose, precious? Did Abby teach you?”

  “No, Sir. Two of my friends in the book club are subs. They taught me today. You might say I had a crash course in submission from them. I wanted to please you, Sir.”

  He settled on the rug in front of her, raising her chin so she looked him in the eye.

  “Well, you certainly pleased me. The only thing that would have pleased me more was if you were naked and in the slave pose.” He lifted a long strand of hair and let it slip through his fingers. “God, your hair is amazing in this light. It’s such a fiery combination of reds and golds. You’re so beautiful. I’m very proud to call you my woman and submissive, Noelle. I’m humbled by your trust. D
id you think I didn’t notice that you didn’t ask me where we were going?”

  He had a lopsided grin, and she smiled back. He had noticed. “It wasn’t easy, Sir, but I want to work on trusting you.”

  “We’ll work on it together. From now on, you are never alone in this. You have me supporting you and helping you. Are comfortable calling me Sir? You may also call me Mr. Hunter when we are together like this.”

  Noelle nodded. “I think I will call you Sir. Mr. Hunter sounds like you’re my high school gym teacher or something.”

  Cam laughed. “We definitely don’t want that. Sir is fine and shows me respect. And yes, I expect you to slip up and call me by my name. Some Doms set standards so high their sub can never reach them. I believe in positive reinforcement. If you do things correctly, I reward you. It doesn’t mean you will never be punished. It just means I’m not looking for opportunities to do so.”

  That’s a relief.

  “And so far, you’ve earned a big reward. Tonight I want to give you pleasure beyond anything you’ve ever experienced.”

  Noelle laughed. “Sounds like a plan, Sir. Oh shit, I’m supposed to stay quiet, aren’t I? Hell, I’ll never get this right.”

  Cam’s deep laughter made her feel better. Perhaps she wasn’t screwing this up as badly as she thought.

  “I haven’t told you any rules yet, pretty sub. So how do you know you’re supposed to stay quiet? You can talk unless I take away your permission to speak, by the way. But I do have a rule about cursing. You’ll need to clean up your language. Starting now.”

  “I’ll try, Sir.”

  Cam shook his head. “No, pretty sub. You’ll do more than try. You will clean up your language. It may take a few reminders in the form of a paddle on your perfectly shaped rear end, but you will succeed.”

  “So, that’s one of your rules? Are there any others?”

  Cam shrugged. “I don’t have a bunch of rules you need to memorize. But I do have a few that I think are important. Ready to hear them?”

  Noelle nodded vigorously. She needed to know what she was getting herself into.

  Cam pulled her into his arms and lounged back against some cushions. He felt hard and hot, and she wanted to run her hands all over his yummy body. He didn’t seem to be the strictest of Doms so far.

  “I like the rules so far, Sir.”

  * * * *

  Cam let his hands wander down his sub’s body, slowly caressing her luscious curves. He wanted to savor this first time together. He wanted to make it memorable and special. This was the beginning of his campaign to show Noelle how wonderful it could be between them. She had already done her part in making it a night he wouldn’t forget in a hurry. He had been shocked when he saw her on her knees waiting for him. His cock had instantly hardened and was now pressing insistently against his button fly, making rivet-sized dents in the flesh.

  “We’re going to start out easy tonight. Just a few rules to begin things. When we’re together, just the two of us, I’m pretty easygoing. If we’re at the club together, I’m much more formal about the rules.”

  Noelle lifted her head, her brow furrowed. He lifted a hand to smooth the lines from her forehead. He didn’t want her worrying or thinking tonight. He wanted her relaxed and open.

  “Are you worried about the club? There’s a club in Bozeman I’ve frequented through the years. It caters to the lifestyle. I hope one day you might go with me. Don’t worry, precious. We’ll talk about everything. I can’t take what you’re not willing to give. That’s the way this works.”

  To his relief, she smiled and laid her head back on his chest. He inhaled her soft fragrance that surrounded him. It was a combination of something floral and maybe a little baby powder. She smelled absolutely delicious. He couldn’t wait to lick up her neck and nibble at her ear.

  “Back to the rules. Generally, when we’re in a scene, you need to be respectful and obey. Obedience is key. Call me Sir. Obey my commands. Don’t use bad language. Don’t touch me without permission. Don’t come without permission. Don’t worry if you don’t know what to do. I’ll direct you at all times. Just relax and go for the ride, so to speak. Other than that, I’ll tell you if there’s a specific rule I want you to follow.”

  Noelle’s fingers were tracing circles on his chest sending sparks of heat straight to his aching cock. Perhaps he needed to command her to stop touching him now.

  Fuck, no.

  “That seems pretty straightforward. It’s almost too easy.”

  Cam tangled his fingers in her silky hair and tugged her head back until her golden-brown eyes were gazing into his own.

  “It won’t be. You’ll fight yourself to submit to me. Some of your instincts will be to rebel to see what I’ll do about it. Your independence will rear its head and fight your desire to submit. It will be war. Don’t doubt that, sweetheart. Time and trust will give you the confidence to allow yourself to submit to me and stop listening to all those voices in your head. Those voices are what we’ll start working on tonight.”

  “Is that what they mean by subspace? When the voices shut up and leave you alone?”

  Her eyes were wide but not with fear, with arousal. She was ready for their first time together.

  “Yes, that’s what they mean. We’ll quiet those voices together. Starting now. Lie back on this rug with your hands over your head and your legs spread.”

  Noelle didn’t move, as if she hadn’t heard him. Time to train her up. He put just enough steel into his voice.

  “Now.”

  This time Noelle scrambled into position, her breath coming in short pants. She was already climbing toward orgasm.

  This is going to be fun.

  * * * *

  Noelle lay very still and tried to slow her breathing. She was painfully aroused, her pussy clenching, wanting to be filled, and her nipples beading, wanting to be licked and sucked. She tried to rein in her impatience. Cam had promised her pleasure like she had never known. He looked like a man who delivered on his promises. Just a glance at his hard cock outlined clearly through his jeans had her mouth watering. It would fill her pussy deliciously.

  “I want you to stay very still. As still as you can, and stay as quiet as you can. Try not to make a sound. Concentrate on your breathing. It will help you stay focused.”

  Noelle relaxed her limbs and let her eyes flutter closed. He leaned over her and began running his hands down her body from her shoulders, over the aching tips of her breasts, down her belly, and toward her drenched cunt. She jerked up, his hands like iron brands through her clothes, sending fire licking along her veins and flowing straight to her clit. She moaned in arousal, the pleasure of finally feeling his hands on her body so intense.

  “Easy, pretty sub. Lie still for me and stay very quiet. Focus, honey.”

  “Sorry, Sir. Sorry.”

  Her voice sounded hoarse and strained, and he had barely touched her. She was acutely aware she had already disobeyed him and they had just begun. It was embarrassing to be so weak-willed. Brianne and Lisa had warned her she would need to learn to be more disciplined.

  He didn’t reply, simply went back to caressing every part of her body but where she needed his hands the most. She squeezed her eyes shut, breathing in and out, trying to stay quiet and still.

  “That’s my girl. I’m proud of you. Are the voices quiet now?”

  The voices were quiet. Somehow, while she was focusing on her breathing, staying quiet, and staying still, she had stopped listening to the voices in her head. For the first time in her adult life, she had allowed herself to just…be. She felt a little giddy in her triumph. Of course, the voices were coming back in full force, but she now knew she could turn them off if she really needed to.

  “Yes, Sir. The voices stopped. They’ve started again, though.”

  He leaned close to her ear, his warm breath caressing her cheek.

  “I know. I think your reward will quiet those voices. Now let’s get these clothes off of
you. You can’t get your reward if you’re not naked.”

  Yes, Sir.

  Chapter Four

  Cam pulled Noelle’s sweater up and over her head and off, tossing it over his shoulder and onto an overstuffed chair. He caught his breath as her creamy skin was revealed inch by inch. Her generous breasts were covered by a flimsy lace bra, her rosy nipples clearly outlined. He ran the tip of his finger around the taut peaks, smiling as her back arched, and a moan slipped from between her lips. She was working hard to stay still and quiet. He really didn’t care if she was successful. The exercise was only to quiet those loud, pesky voices in her head that kept her fighting her submissive urges.

  He trailed his hands down her belly to the snap of her jeans, unfastening them, and pulled them down her legs. They joined her sweater on the chair. He held in his laughter, but couldn’t stop his grin at her lacy lingerie paired with thick, woolen socks. Her feet must get cold easily.

  “May I ask what’s so amusing, Sir?”

  Noelle looked down at herself with a frown. Cam pressed her back onto the rug with a chuckle.

  “You are. Your submission is a treasure, your lingerie is sexy, and your socks make me smile.”

  Noelle giggled. “My feet get cold. I’m from Florida, you know.”

  “I know. From now on, it will be my duty, and my pleasure, to make sure these feet stay toasty warm. Let’s get these thick socks off.”

  Cam quickly stripped off her socks and put one of her dainty feet on his thigh. He began to massage the soles and arches, drawing moans and groans as he found particularly sensitive spots. He cataloged each for future reference. He moved to her other foot and continued his tender, loving care. He wanted Noelle to see that a Dominant-submissive relationship was more than following orders, being spanked, and getting tied up. It was also about a Dominant cherishing and caring for their sub.