His Submissive Jewel [The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (21 page)

He ran his tongue in circles around her clit and then tongue fucked her gushing hole. She bit into the cock in her mouth to hold off her orgasm. She whimpered when he pulled his mouth away, and felt the tug on her clamped nipples. The pleasure rippled through her like water. She was a hair’s breadth away from release. She tried to gulp air, but the gag kept her from taking a big breath. She felt his work-roughened hand stroke her spine.

“Relax, sub. Concentrate on your breathing. Get control of your body.”

She finally had her breathing even and calm when he lifted up the belt lying near her head on the bed. Her heart sped up, and her pussy dripped more honey down her thighs. She loved the feel of his leather belt on her bare bottom.

“You’ll get ten tonight. Five because of what you called me when your gag was in and five because I love how your ass looks when it’s bright red.”

She waited for the first strike. He loved making her wait, drawing out the tension as long as he could. This was part and parcel of her submission. She would lie here with her ass in the air as long as he decided she needed to. When she thought she couldn’t take anymore, she finally heard the whistle of the belt in the air and felt the leather make contact with her flesh. A stripe of heat ran across her ass cheeks. She had jumped with the first stroke and tugged at her sore nipples, making her shiver and whimper. He let the heat from her bottom travel to her cunt before the second stroke, placed neatly above the first. Once again she jumped and once again she pulled on the chain linked to the clamps. She whimpered and moaned with the need to come.

“Eight more, sub. Try to stay still or you’re going to make your nipples hurt worse than they need to.”

Three more strokes were laid in horizontal stripes across her ass, adding to the burning heat in her bottom and pussy. He reached out and ran his fingers through her creaming cunt. She groaned at the contact.

“Come for me, sub.”

It took two more strokes low on her ass at the crease of her thighs to send her over. The gag muffled her scream as her body was shaken by wave after wave of pleasure. She was about to come down when he reached under her and unclamped her nipples before continuing her punishment, giving her the last three strokes and sending her into another climax that left her spent and dizzy. The blood rushed into the burning tips of her breasts and seemed to intensify the pleasure a thousandfold. Soon she was slumped on the bed, ass and nipples on fire.

He whispered words of praise in her ear and stroked her hair back from her face.

“You’re amazing, Noelle. I’m so proud of you. Let’s see how your body responds to something completely different.”

He flipped open the box and revealed its contents. Long fluffy feathers. He pulled one from the box and let it trail down her spine, down her crack, to her back hole. She jerked against the light tickles and pulled vainly at her cuffs. She was held fast.

His eyes crinkled with his smile. “You’re afraid of a few feathers? Would you rather be whipped than tickled?”

Noelle nodded vigorously. She feared the feathers most of all. He just smiled wider, her evil Dom.

“Give it a chance, sweet sub. If you don’t like it, squeeze your toy.”

She loved it and hated it at the same time. He ran that damn feather all over her sensitized flesh. Tickling her and starting her climb to orgasm all over again. He traced patterns on her sore ass and circled her tight rosette. Then, he reached under her and tickled her throbbing nipples, sending sticky honey trickling down her thighs. He stopped to wipe up a drip with his fingers and sucked them clean.

“Sweet. I love eating your pussy. I love fucking it even more. But first things first.”

He reached back in the box and pulled out two feathers, less fluffy than the last. They were narrower, with stiffer bristles. Her pussy and ass clenched at what he might do with them. He began running them up and down her cunt, amping up her arousal and sending her all the way to the edge.

“I think you’re going to really love this.”

She screamed silently as he pressed the two feathers inside her dripping pussy, swirling them against all the sensitive nooks and crannies, especially her G-spot. He kept up the rhythm until she thought she would die from the pleasure. Finally, she heard his firm, deep voice.

“Come, sub.”

She threw back her head and let go, her orgasm hitting her sideways. Her teeth sunk into the gag as pleasure so intense it was painful racked her body. He pulled one of the feathers from her cunt and tickled her swollen clit until she was rocking back and forth on her knees with pulses of light and dark behind her eyes. Her world was turned upside down and then righted again as she came down slowly. She didn’t want the pleasure to end, but somehow she couldn’t even keep her eyes open. She didn’t even realize when her cuffs were unclipped and the gag removed. She was pulled close to his warm, muscular body.

She drifted for an unknown period of time before opening her eyes. His blue gaze collided with hers. He was always watching her, making sure she was okay. She reached up and ran her fingers over his full lips, punishments be damned. They were calling to her, and she liked the punishments anyway. He opened his mouth and nipped her with his teeth, before leaning down and kissing her long and hard, leaving her wanting and breathless. How could she be this ready to be fucked when she had already come twice?

He ran his hand down her back and cupped her sore ass cheek.

“There’s magic in the number three, pretty sub. On your back, hands over your head.”

* * * *

Cam let his gaze rove over the beautiful woman he loved. Her skin had a rosy glow from her orgasms, her hair tossed and wild around her shoulders like a flame. He couldn’t stop himself from cupping her round, creamy breasts and taking a taste from her pink nipples. She moaned as he licked and nipped at what he knew would be sensitive, sore flesh. He would command her not to wear a bra tomorrow.

He lifted her arms and clipped them to the headboard. He didn’t care if her nails shredded his back, but she loved the restraints and admitted she came harder when she was in bondage. He leaned back, letting his hands run from her shoulders down to her ankles.

“You are not to come until I give you permission, sub.”

He scooted up her body so his cock was right in front of her full, lush lips.

“Suck me.”

She licked her lips, and his cock tightened and hardened further. Holding back had been painful, but he wanted to push Noelle’s boundaries while she was here. He hid his chuckle. He could always grab a quickie in the shower later or in the morning. She was always wet and ready for him, not because he had told her to be. She was ready for him because she loved this as much as he did. She drank in the pleasure and gave him the same. This wasn’t sex. This was making love at its finest. He’d never had it this good.

Her mouth opened, and her pink tongue lapped at the mushroom head of his cock, where his pre-cum dripped from the slit. He pulled back just enough so her tongue couldn’t reach him.

“I said suck, sub.”

She nodded, and he moved closer until the warmth of her mouth enfolded his cock. He bit back a groan as he slid over her tongue, bumping the back of her throat. His hand went to the back of her head, lifting her so she could take him deeper. He thrust in and out, her tongue flitting with each stroke until his balls were pulled tight and he knew he would blow his load into her mouth if he didn’t stop. He pulled out despite her protests.

“Not there, love. I want to come in your sweet pussy.”

He snagged a condom and pulled her legs over his shoulders. She would feel more at his mercy in this position, and she loved that. He nudged her cunt with the head of his cock before pulling back and plunging in with one hard stroke. She gave out a half scream at his impalement. He was balls deep, and he gritted his teeth to fight the urge to come like a teenager on his first date. He thought about ice, snow, and tax policy. He finally had himself under control and began to move, slowly at first, knowing it drove her mad.

She liked it hard and fast, and he moderated his strokes, making sure each one rubbed her swollen clit and hit her G-spot. She was mewling under him, urging him on, and he couldn’t deny this woman the pleasure she had no shame in asking for. He sped up, thrusting hard, slamming her cunt each time. She was pulling at her cuffs, calling him her big cowboy Dom and telling him to pound her hard and faster.

The filthy talk spurred him on and to the edge. He leaned down and whispered in her shell-like ear.

“Come, my love.”

He swallowed her screams of ecstasy with his mouth. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, and that was all it took to send him over, too. Each shudder of pleasure from her body shook him to the core. He emptied his seed in the condom before slumping on top of her, spent and delirious with happiness. His woman was amazing, and he was one lucky cowboy Dom.

He pulled away regretfully, unclipping her cuffs and disposing of the condom quickly. He brought back a warm cloth and cleaned her sticky thighs, and she didn’t protest once. He smiled as she fought to keep her eyes open.

“Sleep now, love. I’ll wake you in a few hours for round two. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Her eyelashes fluttered but she smiled back. “Promises, promises.”

“This is a promise I guarantee you I’ll keep.”

He woke her up a few hours later, not bothering with any restraints or toys. It was just the two of them, their bodies pressed close. He wanted to let her know without a doubt, he was still young enough to love her all night long. She let him know she was old enough to let herself go and not feel a moment of guilt for all the naughty, raunchy things they did in the middle of the night.

His impressive cock pushed forward relentlessly against the barrier of her virginity. He pulled back for a moment, his gaze never leaving her face, before thrusting in to the hilt. She cried out as she became a woman. His woman. He stayed very still while she grew used to being filled by him. A lone tear ran down her cheek. He brushed it away softly.

He began to move, slowly at first, then building up speed. She gripped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his lean waist. Her body was humming with the pleasure, and she felt it building, but toward what she had no idea.

He leaned forward and captured her lips with his own, his tongue seeking and playing with hers. Each thrust of his body was sending her higher, and she raked her nails across his back as something inside her shattered. The pieces flew, and she flew along with them. She was soaring, and when she finally came down she knew what everyone was talking about. This was love. She had made love.

Brianne scrunched up her face and reached for her martini glass. “Um, I don’t know about you all, but my first time wasn’t like this at all. It hurt like a bitch, and I sure as hell didn’t have an orgasm. I wasn’t even close.”

Lisa pushed the chocolate box toward Tori. “I didn’t have an orgasm until I was with Conor. This poor girl thinks sex and orgasms are love. He’ll probably dump her like last week’s trash. Asshole.”

Tori popped a dark chocolate into her mouth. “My first time was okay. It hurt but not too bad. But it was embarrassing, you know? No one, except maybe Judy Blume, tells you how damp and messy sex can be.”

Noelle cracked up. “Thank heaven for Judy Blume. If it hadn’t been for her, I don’t think I would have known much about sex. My parents sure as hell never had the talk with me. Did yours?”

Lisa rolled her eyes. “My mother only talked to me about sex once. When one of our neighbors went crazy and started running around the neighborhood naked, yelling the Russians were coming, she took the opportunity to point out his penis and tell me I should stay away from all penises. Penises were bad apparently.”

Brianne laughed. “My mother said just about the same thing only more hysterically, like they carried the cold and flu virus. Did your neighbor just see
Red Dawn
or something?”

Lisa sipped her martini. “I think it was
The Day After
, but I’m not sure. It was the eighties, and everyone was paranoid.”

Tori pushed the box of chocolates away. “No more chocolate for me. I need to start training for Gasparilla.”

Noelle had her own box of chocolates from Cam. “I don’t know how you can run like that. If anyone ever sees me running, you’ll know it’s the Zombie Apocalypse.”

“Montana should be a pretty safe place from the Zombie Apocalypse.” Lisa laughed. “Might you be living there full-time in the near future?”

Noelle shook her head. “Not the near future. Cam and I talked, and I’m going to travel back and forth for a few months. I think we need to take some time and really get to know one another. In the meantime, I can start to investigate moving my business and maybe selling my condo. If everything works out, of course.”

Brianne nodded in approval. “It’s nice to see this side of you, Elle. Usually you’re full steam ahead. Taking some time certainly can’t hurt.”

“I know I can be impetuous, but this is serious. I want to do this right. Heck, maybe I’m finally growing up now that I’m with Cam.”

Lisa yawned dramatically. “How perfectly boring. We like you the way you are, Elle.”