His Submissive Jewel [The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (7 page)

“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. Did 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.

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.

“Oh God, that feels so good.”

Cam arched an eyebrow. “How does it feel, sub?”

“Sir. It feels so good, Sir.”

Cam ran his fingers up her calf and was rewarded with goose bumps adorning her flesh.

“Good girl. It will come more easily as we progress. Now let’s get you completely naked. I want to see my new sub without a stitch of clothing.”

Noelle reached down to the butterfly fastening between her breasts, but he brushed her fingers away.

“My sub, my job. Aren’t you supposed to be still and quiet?”

“Shit.”

It was muttered under her breath, and she clearly didn’t mean for him to hear it, but he did. He would have to do something about it. He couldn’t lay down a rule and then do nothing when it was broken willfully.

“Noelle, what did you say?”

She bit her lip and looked guilty as all hell.

“Um, you mean just now?”

He leaned back on his heels, crossed his arms over his chest, and gave her a stern look.

“You’re making this worse for yourself. What did you just say, sub?”

Her lip trembled.

“Shit. I said ‘shit.’ I’m very sorry, Sir.”

“Thank you for apologizing. You know the rules, sweetheart, and you violated them. Your punishment will be a spanking.”

Noelle’s eyes went wide with shock, and she swallowed hard.

“A spanking? Just for cursing?”

He nodded. “I told you earlier what the penalty would be, if you remember. Since this is your first night, I won’t use the paddle. But you will get a warmed bottom. It will help you remember to curb your language. Now, let’s get your punishment over with so we can get back to the pleasure. Strip off the rest of your clothes and get on all fours on the rug.”

Noelle started pulling her bra and panties off, revealing her beautiful breasts and the red triangle at the apex of her thighs. The reddish-gold curls were damp from her arousal, and Cam knew she was excited about her spanking, not fearful. He was going to love initiating his little sub with her first punishment. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

* * * *

Noelle braced herself on all fours on the rug. Despite being naked as the day she was born, she was plenty warm due to the fire in the fireplace and the fire in her pussy at the fantasy come to life of receiving a spanking from Cam’s work-roughened hands.

In the position she was in, there was no way to be modest or try to cover any portion of her anatomy. It was all out there for his inspection. She knew her fair skin was flushed red with her embarrassment of being naked for the first time and being in this compromising position. She actually felt submissive to Cam as she knelt naked in front of the fireplace waiting for her punishment. He was standing now, walking around her, checking her out from every angle. He finally knelt next to her, reaching under her to play with her hard nipples, tweaking and rolling them. She gasped with the pleasure that shot straight to her already-hard and swollen clit.