His Submissive Jewel [The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (18 page)

She walked around it, almost afraid to touch it. Her cunt clenched and leaked honey down her thighs at the thought of what might happen. She looked up as Cam ran his hand across the top.

“It’s a bondage table. I had it specially made. It’s the perfect height for me. It’s also versatile. I can bind you bent over the end or I can have you lying on top.”

She reached out and stroked the soft, padded leather on the table.

“This wasn’t here last time.”

Cam laughed. “Yes, it was. The straps fold flat or under the table. It was sitting in that corner with a cloth draped over it and an arrangement of silk flowers.”

Noelle eyed it cautiously. “At the risk of getting punished even worse than I already will, I must ask if you make a habit of bringing subs to this cabin and tying them up.”

Cam straightened up, his expression serious. “Fair question. This table used to be in my bedroom. When I divorced Gwen, I said I would never have another sub in my life. So I sent the table here to the cabin. I imagine the boys have used it a time or two.”

“Haven’t you had lots of subs since your divorce?”

“Yes, but not one special sub, woman, in my life. Not until now.”

Noelle smiled. “Then I feel special.”

“You are special. A special woman who has a few punishments coming to her.”

“A few punishments?” Noelle asked indignantly. “What do you mean a few?”

Cam advanced on her, lifting her chin to look into his blue eyes.

“I told you I had a long memory. Did you think I would forget your transgressions while you were recovering from your accident? I didn’t. Tonight you reap what you have sown.”

Well, shit.

Noelle lowered her eyes. “Yes, Sir.”

Cam barked with laughter. “So submissive. It won’t get you out of your punishments. Now bend over the edge of the table like a good girl. I’ve been looking forward to this for a week.”

* * * *

Noelle bent over the edge of the table, her round ass in perfect position for spanking and fucking. Cam knelt down and fastened her ankles to the legs of the table and then fastened her hands out in front of her. She was completely at his mercy now, ass in the air, legs spread. He rubbed the creamy globes of her bottom, already imagining himself balls deep inside her.

Patience.

“Are you comfortable, Noelle?”

She wriggled to get into a better position before answering. “Yes, Sir. I’m comfortable, I guess.”

“That didn’t sound very convincing. If you’re uncomfortable, we should perhaps take your mind off it. What is your safe word, Noelle?”

“Red, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now, for your disobedience tonight, ten with the paddle. For your disobedience, including using bad language, during your recovery, fifteen. That’s a total of twenty-five. And since it’s your thirtieth birthday, let’s make it a round thirty plus one to grow on. How would you like the extra, sub? I’m letting you decide since it’s your birthday.”

There was a small silence. “Belt, please, Sir.”

He chuckled. She’d been fascinated with his belt since the day of her riding accident. It was a good choice. He could control the strength of the strokes on what would be a very sore bottom by that time.

“Belt it is, sub. But first, I think we need to warm you up a little.”

She was already aroused, but he wanted her good and hot when he started her punishment. She would enjoy it much more when her sense of pleasure and pain were completely skewed.

He knelt and began kissing and licking his way up her shapely legs, the skin warm and smooth under his lips. He nipped at the delicate skin of her inner thigh before taking a lick of the sweet honey dripping from her pussy.

“Oh, Sir!”

He grinned, knowing she loved having her pussy licked, and she loved getting a good, hard spanking. He wanted her to have everything she wanted tonight.

“No coming without permission, Noelle. You know the rules.”

He heard her catch her breath right before he dove face-first into her creamy cunt. He licked up all her sweet cream, then went looking for more, as he tongue fucked her tight hole. She was moaning and begging, but she was secured to the table and couldn’t get away from his questing tongue. He pressed first one, then two fingers inside her, and she mewled with the pleasure, her muscles tightening on them.

“Do you like having something in your pussy, Noelle?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

He pulled his fingers out and pinched her thigh.

“Yes, what, sub?”

“Yes, Sir!”

He pressed his fingers in, and she tried to move her body enough to ride them, but her range of movement was mere millimeters. She was begging in earnest now, her arousal almost at the peak. He was sure she would come from the spanking. He stood up and quickly grabbed the paddle from the dresser. Thank goodness Brody and Abby had set everything up perfectly. He wouldn’t be fumbling for toys tonight. He didn’t want anything to take away from the scene he was setting for her.

She was trembling with pleasure, and he took a moment to take in how beautiful she looked in the candlelight, restrained for his use and pleasure. He lifted the paddle and brought it down in a controlled fashion on her pale bottom.

She jumped in surprise, and went up on her toes, her breath expelled from her lungs in a whoosh.

“That’s one, sub. I’ll keep count as I doubt you’ll be able to after a dozen or so.”

He waited to allow the heat from the stroke to travel straight to her cunt and clit, before raising his arm and bringing it down again. Again she jumped, and he heard her pant. She pulled at the straps on her legs, but they held her firmly. She wanted to press her thighs together against the arousal she was feeling, but she wouldn’t have the luxury.

“That’s two, sub.”

Smack!

Smack!

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

“That’s ten, sub. That was for touching me without permission. Now on to your other transgressions. Do you need to say your safe word, Noelle?”

“No, Sir.” Her voice was breathless, but clear. He could continue, but would keep checking in with her. He ran his fingers through her pussy, and his fingers came away covered in her cream. She whimpered, and he knew she was close to orgasm.
A few more should do it.

She arched her back, and he knew what she wanted. She needed the paddle to smack her pussy so she could go over. He took careful aim and backed down on the force. It would be the placement, not the strength that made her climax.
One, two…

“Come for me, Noelle.”

Three.

Her body went still, and then he saw the shudders of pleasure rack her slight frame. He stroked her back and whispered soothing words as the orgasm ran through her. When she was coming back to earth, he continued, knowing she could come again before they were finished. He lifted his arm once more and sent a stroke right down on the pillowy cheeks of her rosy ass.

So beautiful.

* * * *

Noelle moaned as her body began its inevitable climb toward orgasm again. He wasn’t giving her any respite. After about ten strokes with the paddle, the pain didn’t build on itself, only raising the heat on her poor bottom. She was past pink, firmly at red, and knew he wouldn’t stop until her ass was white-lightning hot. She’d wanted and needed this, and she was finally getting it.

Each stroke with the paddle sent rods of pleasure straight to her cunt and clit. She needed to come again. Badly.

Finally, he paused, running his fingers over her sore ass cheeks.

“Done with the paddle, sweetheart. I’m proud of you. Do you need to use your safe word?”

She gritted her teeth, her arousal so intense it was painful.

“No, please. I need to come. Please don’t stop!”

She was probably topping from the bottom, but at the moment she didn’t care. She desperately needed to come, and Cam was what was standing between her and her goal. She couldn’t move much in these restraints, but she stood on her toes and arched her back as far as she could, letting him know exactly what she wanted.

He didn’t make her wait long. She heard a whistle in the air and then the snap of the belt on her ass. She yelped as the leather made contact with the bright-red skin and part of her pussy. It jacked up her arousal higher. The belt came down again, and she fell over the cliff. She screamed Cam’s name over and over as an orgasm stronger than she’d ever known shook every muscle and bone in her body. The waves seemed to last forever, and she vaguely felt the rest of her punishment. The pleasure was too strong for the pain to register, and she rode those waves until they finally left her limp and sated on the table.

His hands petted and soothed her, while he murmured words of praise and love. She didn’t protest when a straw was placed between her lips.

“Drink, love. I don’t want you to get dehydrated.”

She smiled sleepily. “I like it when you call me love, my love.”

He grinned. “I like it, too. I like it so much, I’m going to keep calling you that.”

She tugged at the straps. “Are you going to let me out of this?”

“Nope. You have to come one more time.”

“Is that a rule?”

“There’s magic in the number three, sweetheart.”

He ran his fingers around her wrists and ankles, checking her circulation. Of course, she was fine since he was an expert at what he was doing. It looked like she was stuck in this position for a while longer. She tried to relax her body, but jumped when she felt the trickle of lube down her crack and his gentle fingers circling her hole. She hissed at the heat in her ass every time his fingers touched the fiery skin. The hiss turned into a moan when his finger breached her tight bottom. He added another finger and began the now-familiar scissoring motion that would stretch her for a plug.

She was surprised when he added a third finger instead of inserting the anal plug. She realized tonight was going to be different. His fingers were brushing those hidden, naughty nerves in her ass, and she bit back her plea for him to fuck her there. She knew well enough he would do as he pleased. She needed to submit to his will and hope it was the same as hers.

She whimpered when he pulled his fingers, leaving her feeling empty and frustrated. She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then the brush of his cock against her sore ass.

“Tonight you’ll give me the ultimate submission a woman can give a man. Do you need to use your safe word, Noelle?”

She needed him to fuck her. Hard. Her pussy, her ass, her mouth. It didn’t matter, just fuck her. She needed her man’s cock deep inside her body like she needed to breathe.

“No, Sir. Please fuck me.”

“I will fuck you, love. We won’t know where I end and you begin.”

That was exactly what she wanted. His hands gently rubbed her hips and back as the blunt end of his cock pressed at her back hole for entrance. She pushed out as she had been taught, and the head of his cock made it past the tight ring of muscles. The burning and stretching came next, but was bearable. She tried to relax as he relentlessly pushed forward into her dark hole.

She remembered the day she had first seen his cock and thought it would feel like he was splitting her into two pieces if he ever tried to fuck her ass. Well, the day had come, and she indeed felt like her ass, already hot and sore, was being parted like the damn Red Sea. She tried some deep breathing and finally he stopped moving, the pressure easing. She prayed he was all the way in.

He stayed very still, and soon the uncomfortable feeling gave way to pleasure. She liked feeling this full. The pressure was gone, leaving nothing but the tingling she had felt when he had his fingers there. She experimentally moved her bottom, just slightly, and was rewarded with a zing of pleasure from her backside straight to her cunt and clit. She did it again, and this time Cam also groaned his pleasure. She tightened her ass on his cock, and he bit out a filthy word that made her laugh.

“Laughing at your Dom with his cock deep in your ass, are you? Let’s see if we can wipe that saucy smile off your face.”

* * * *

She was killing him. When she’d tightened her ass even more around his cock, he thought his balls were going to squeeze out his eye sockets. There was nothing like fucking a tight ass, and Noelle’s was so snug it was sublime. He was reciting football stats to keep from coming like a teenager. And he was no fucking teenager. He thought he’d learned to control his orgasms long ago. Not with this woman. She was a firecracker, his sweet love. He couldn’t wait for them to have a lifetime of this together. It was what he’d hoped for, but never thought he would find at this point in his life.

He pulled out slowly, then thrust in halfway. Pulled out almost all the way, and then thrust in again, a little farther this time. She was moaning and urging him on to fuck her harder and faster. He closed his ears to her entreaties. He wouldn’t hurt her, and she was going to be sore tomorrow whether she realized it or not. Each thrust sent pleasure running from his dick, through his balls, to his lower back where it seemed to build and build.