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

by Lara Valentine

  “Is that how it is, Noelle? Is it the unknown of what I might do that makes you so aroused? So perfectly wet for me?”

  His hand had trailed down her stomach, over her mound, and burrowed into her pussy. He had a rule against panties, and she was wet and ready for his questing fingers. He thrust one, then two fingers into her cunt, and she moaned with the pleasure. If he would only rub her clit, she knew she would go off like a rocket.

  But, of course, he wasn’t going to do that.

  “Answer me, Noelle.”

  His voice was deep and dark, and she felt herself starting to go to the place where the voices in her head were silent. She forced her throat muscles to work.

  “Yes, Sir. I love the way you keep me on the edge of not knowing. I stay wet and ready for you, not because you have ordered me to be ready for you at all times, but because I wonder what our next time together will bring.”

  His fingers began a slow fucking rhythm, sending her halfway to heaven, but no further.

  “Read on, sub. You have all of my attention.”

  * * * *

  Noelle’s face was bright red, and her breathing was erratic. She was highly aroused, and he was truly a sadistic bastard for making her continue reading. But read on she would. Tonight he intended to teach her about edging, and this was only the beginning.

  He lifted her chin, bringing his lips to hers. His tongue sweeping her mouth, taking and demanding ownership. His hands were so hot, they were like branding irons on her body. She wanted to meld her body to his, become one with him. She reminded herself that her desires were not important. Her pleasure came from his desires.

  He lifted his mouth from hers and smiled, running his finger down her body until his hand was poised next to a clamp. His eyes darkened, and then he gave the clamp a tug, sending pain and pleasure rushing through her body. The body that belonged to him.

  “Do you like that, slave? Does it bring you pleasure? Perhaps this will bring you even more pleasure.”

  She shivered as he stepped back and showed her what he had retrieved from the cabinet. A leather flogger, its strands hanging down, looking innocuous to someone who didn’t know how they felt against bare flesh. The thud of the heavy strands and the sting and heat left behind. She wanted to beg him to use her, and she wanted to beg him for mercy. She did neither, knowing she would acquiesce to his will.

  Her last words were choked as he rubbed her G-spot. His hands were covered in her cream, and her pussy was clenched on his fingers. He could feel the flutters of an approaching orgasm. He pulled his hand out, sticky with her juices. She whimpered, her eyes dark with arousal, then finally begged from her full, lush lips.

  “Please, Sir. Please, I need to come.”

  He shook his head. The night had only begun.

  “No. It’s not time yet. Lick my fingers clean.”

  He held his fingers in front of her lips and wondered if she would follow his command easily. Some women were squeamish about bodily fluids. She had swallowed his cum easily enough, but would she lick her own honey?

  She hesitated for only a moment before her warm mouth and tongue began cleaning him. He waited patiently until she was done, his own cock hard and painful as she tortured him with her oral skills.

  “I’m very pleased with you, Noelle. Tonight we’re going to do something to push your boundaries. Do you know what edging is?”

  Noelle shook her head. “No, Sir.”

  He ran his fingers through her fiery hair, letting the silken strands fall around her face.

  “It’s where the Dom, that’s me, keeps the sub, that’s you, on the edge of orgasm for an extended period of time. It makes the release exponentially more powerful when it happens. Sometimes too much pleasure can be painful. Not unbearably so. But uncomfortable. I want to take you out of your comfort zone tonight. I want to teach you about enduring something uncomfortable for your Dominant, for his pleasure. I want you to endure for me tonight.”

  He waited, watching her expression closely. This wasn’t about pain. It was pure submission. She would let him keep her on the edge of climax until he, and only he, decided she should have her release. What she didn’t know or realize yet was he would be uncomfortable, too. She would be torturing him as he was torturing her.

  Her teeth bit into her soft lower lip before she nodded. “Yes, Sir. I will…endure for you.”

  He smiled and laid his hand on top of her head, accepting her submission. If it was possible, his cock hardened further, his balls hard and tight.

  “Thank you, little sub. Tonight is not a test. This is simply another step in our journey together. You aren’t being judged or graded. Do you understand, Noelle?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Then let’s begin. Take off your shirt, lie back on the bed, and put your arms over your head.”

  Chapter Seven

  What had she got herself into? Here she was lying back on the bed, sweetly submitting to what her loving Dom had pretty much admitted was going to be torture. For her, anyway. Right now, the promise of an explosive orgasm sometime later wasn’t making her feel any braver.

  I’ve lost my fucking mind.

  He reached under the bed and pulled out a box. Somehow she knew the box was filled with the same thing the cabinet had been filled with in the book. Implements of pleasure and pain.

  He pulled leather cuffs from the box and reached up and fastened them efficiently to her wrists, checking her circulation. She was surprised to find the cuffs were quite soft and cushioned. He then wrapped a strap around the thick beam in the middle of the headboard and attached it to each cuff. Now she knew why the bed looked like it was made from tree trunks. She was restrained to the headboard and could pull and tug all she wanted. The beam wasn’t going to break, and the cuffs weren’t going to give way. She pulled at the restraints, and they held fast.

  Cam grinned. “Just had to test them, didn’t you? Don’t pull too hard. I don’t want you bruised. The cuffs are padded, but they’re not foolproof. You’re very fair, and I’m guessing, from the spankings you’ve received, mark easily.”

  “I’ve never bruised.”

  “I know.”

  Warmth ran through her veins as she thought about how he took care of her. She hadn’t had any marks because he made damn sure she didn’t.

  He reached for an ankle and stretched her wide, cuffing and attaching it to the footboard, then repeating the process on the other side. Finally, he tucked a cushion under her bottom. She was now spread wide, with her pussy pushed up and on display. She felt her honey trickling from her cunt and down her thighs. Being helpless like this was igniting her arousal like never before. She needed to come badly, but knew it wouldn’t happen anytime soon.

  He reached into the box and held up something fuzzy and blue, pressing it into her right hand.

  “This is your safe word. Squeeze it.”

  She obediently squeezed the fluffy toy and it squeaked loudly, taking her by surprise.

  “If at any time you simply cannot endure any longer, you squeeze the toy.”

  Noelle frowned in confusion as she stared at the squeaky toy. “Why can’t I just tell you?”

  “Because you’ll be gagged.”

  Gagged?

  “Um, I thought you said ‘gagged,’ Sir.”

  Cam laughed. “I did, pretty sub. I imagine you would get pretty loud with all the begging, moaning, whimpering, and of course, the screams when I finally let you come. We can’t wake up the whole house. So you’ll be gagged. It’ll keep the noise level down. It’ll also give you something to bite down on while I keep you on the edge.”

  “I guess I should say thank you, Sir.”

  “You’re welcome. Now open wide.”

  He reached into the box again, pulling out something wrapped in plastic. He quickly pulled the plastic off and held it in front of her face.

  “Open.”

  “It’s a cock, Sir.”

  It was indeed a cock. A short, very fat cock.
It was attached at the base to a plastic disc with straps on either side. He wanted to put that cock in her mouth.

  “Yes, Noelle. It’s a cock gag. It will keep your voice muffled and give you something to bite on. A ball gag isn’t as comfortable. This also has a hole in the base so you can breathe through your mouth if you need to. Now, sub, don’t make me say ‘Open’ a third time.”

  She heard the thread of steel running through his voice. How bad could having a cock in her mouth be? Especially one that was guaranteed not to come down her throat. She opened her lips, and he slipped the gag in, wrapping the straps around the back of her head and fastening the Velcro closure. It stretched her jaws wide and tasted a slightly acrid flavor from the plastic. There was no way to spit it out. It was staying until he decided to remove it or she squeezed the damn toy, one or the other. She panicked for a moment, and he immediately calmed her.

  “Breathe, sweetheart. Take a deep breath. You can breathe through your mouth or nose. Everything is okay.”

  His voice was soothing, and she took several breaths, realizing what he said was true. She could easily breathe. She relaxed, and he smiled.

  “Good girl. It’s common to panic. Try to talk for me.”

  “Fmmlahun rheflmunh.”

  She sounded ridiculous, and no one would ever be able to make out a word, which was good because she’d called him a “fucking Dom.” Perversely, the gag just made her hornier than ever. There was probably a puddle of cream underneath her pussy by now. He nodded in approval.

  “Perfect. I love a gagged sub, honestly. So pretty. One more thing and then we’ll get started.”

  He reached back into the box and out came a strip of black fabric. He held it up.

  “A blindfold. It will make all your other senses come alive. I don’t want you to panic. You have your safe word. Squeeze it for me, sweetheart.”

  She squeezed the toy. The squeak was annoying. He must have chosen this toy on purpose so she wouldn’t just squeeze it for fun.

  “Good girl. Let’s get this blindfold on. Go ahead and close your eyes.”

  The dark fabric covered her eyes and wrapped around her head, fastening tightly. She was completely in the dark, not a sliver of light coming through anywhere. As he had predicted, her other senses became more acute. She could hear his breathing, and feel the crinkle of the hair on his arms next to hers. His fingers began caressing her breasts, plucking and tweaking the nipples. His mouth followed, and she arched her back, begging his lips and tongue to pleasure her more. Her nipples were hard, tight, and wet, and he blew his breath over the tips. She shivered in response, her entire body tuned to his. He kissed his way down her belly and back up her rib cage, nipping at the taut peaks quivering for his attention.

  She was lulled into complacency when the metal clamp closed on her nipple. She had barely caught her breath when the other nipple was also clamped. She tried to twist her body and shake off the clamps, but they were fastened tight.

  The pain shot straight to her clit and was now morphing to a dull ache. Each time she moved in the slightest, the clamps tugged at her sensitive nipples. She shouldn’t like it, but she couldn’t help herself. She could feel the dampness on the pillow underneath her. She had gushed even more honey from her needy pussy.

  It felt like forever before he spoke.

  “Good, sub. I’m going to leave those on for a while. In the meantime, let’s take you right to the top.”

  She heard a humming and then felt the vibrator slip into her drenched cunt. She clenched on it, loving the feeling of being filled, finally. He began to fuck her with it very slowly, rubbing her G-spot with each stroke. She twisted and tried to urge him to move faster, but he wouldn’t deviate from the slow, steady rhythm that was inexorably driving her crazy. As he had predicted, he was going to take her to the edge of orgasm but not let her go over. She moaned, but the gag muffled the sound. Her body was pulled taut, every muscle tight as she waited to go over.

  The vibrator stopped. She protested, but he paid little heed to her muffled sounds. She felt the cold trickle of lubricant at her back hole, and something cold and plastic pressed against it. She tried to pull away and the clamps on her nipples tugged, sending more frissons of pleasure straight to her swollen clit.

  “Do you need to use your safe word, Noelle?”

  His hand stilled as he waited for her answer. She shook her head. This was submission, and she loved it. His fingers pressed the plastic into her backside insistently. She felt the stretching and a slight burn as her muscles gave way. She waited, wondering what he would do next. She almost came off the bed when the plug came alive in her ass.

  Holy hell!

  * * * *

  Cam bit back his chuckle at Noelle’s reaction to the vibrating plug in her ass. He was thrilled he would be the man to show her how pleasurable her body could be. All of her body.

  She had reacted to the plug immediately, pulling even more at the restraints, twisting, and shuddering. She was so responsive, he would need to be careful she didn’t climax without permission. He wasn’t trying to set her up for any punishment. Tonight was purely about submission.

  He petted her skin, and she moaned behind the gag. He skimmed a finger over her hard, swollen clit. She was very close to the edge. He powered down the butt plug and started the vibrator in her pussy. She began her climb again.

  By the time he had repeated the vibrator, butt plug, vibrator pattern several times, she was flushed with arousal and begging to be finished. He couldn’t make out her words, but the pleading tone was easy to make out. He couldn’t leave her on the edge much longer.

  He switched off both vibrators, pulled the large one from her slit, and leaned down to swipe his tongue through her folds, but avoiding direct contact with her clit. She tasted so sweet, he couldn’t stop himself from eating at her sweet pussy, fucking her with his tongue. He could feel her cunt clench on his tongue, and one look at her right hand told him his sweet sub needed to come. Now. She was massaging the toy in her hand as if contemplating squeezing it.

  He slid the vibrator back inside her, switched on both and plucked first one, then the other clamp off her nipples.

  “Come now, sub.”

  He closed his mouth over her clit and sucked.

  * * * *

  Noelle was floating in some other reality. In this reality, she didn’t worry or think about things. Feeling was all of her. Feeling was the only thing. And so much pleasure! Pleasure and pain were all mixed up, and the voices in her head were blissfully silent. She could hear her own voice in the distance. She was vaguely aware of her begging to be allowed to come, but the answer wasn’t important. She only wanted to continue to feel this way forever.

  Another sharp wave of pain jolted her, but the pleasure followed so quickly she must have been mistaken. She heard his voice, and she couldn’t stop herself from falling over the cliff. She soared in freedom. She heard her voice again, but this time it wasn’t pleading. It was jubilant. Every part of her burst open, and the pleasure poured from her. It seemed to go on forever, and then it finally ebbed, leaving her wrung out and weak, but somehow content.

  When she opened her eyes, she was untied, the gag and blindfold tossed on the nightstand. Cam was cuddling her close, whispering words of praise. She struggled to sit up, pushing at his arms.

  “Relax, little sub. You’ve been in subspace for some time. Let yourself come down slowly.”

  She frowned, trying to put the puzzle of the last few minutes together.

  “I…um…What happened? How did I get untied?”

  Cam rubbed her back and shoulders. “I untied you, Noelle. I also pulled the gag out and took the blindfold off. You were in subspace. Your mind shut off while you were feeling something so intense. It took a few minutes for it turn back on, that’s all. Everything is okay. I promise you. I will always take care of you. Just relax and let yourself drift to earth. This is our time together for me to show you how incredible you are.”

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sp; Noelle lay back on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. She had read about subspace but hadn’t expected to experience it herself. She was too much of a control freak. She understood now why he had wanted to take her to the edge for so long. It took her that long to let go of the control.

  “I’m okay. I just feel a little…freaky. It’s weird to lose a few minutes of your life.”

  He tilted her chin up so her eyes met his. The tenderness and emotion she saw almost took her breath away.

  “You’re the most amazing woman I have ever met, Noelle. I’ve never received such sweet submission in my life. I’m humbled. I’m not even sure how to react.”

  He reached for a bottle of water next to the bed, urging her to drink. She was thirsty and drained half the bottle easily.

  “Good girl. Are you hungry?”

  Cam eased from her arms, but she shook her head and pulled him back down. This snuggling afterward felt great. She’d never dated a man who liked to cuddle as much as Cam.

  She ran her finger down his chest, feeling very bold all of a sudden.

  “Sir made me feel awesome. How may I now serve, Sir?”

  Cam quirked an eyebrow.

  “I have one or two ideas. Are you sure you’re ready?”

  Noelle giggled. “I was born ready, Sir.”

  * * * *

  His beautiful submissive was going to be the death of him. Her submission had practically brought him to his knees. He had never been given so much trust from a woman. Her ability to give astounded him. He wanted to fill her with more pleasure than she had ever known, knowing it would flow back to him. She was a giver. He would have to make sure she took pleasure, too. She was certainly well on her way to taking his heart.

  She was leaning back on the pillow, looking very satisfied. Her skin glowed from her orgasm, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. He got on his knees and placed a leg on each side of her, holding his aching cock in front of her face. There wasn’t any doubt what he wanted. He wanted her sweet lips on his cock, and he wanted it now.