His Submissive Jewel [The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (13 page)

“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.”

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.

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.
 

“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 coming 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.”