His Submissive Jewel [The Martinis and Chocolate Book Club 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Lara Valentine Page A

beginning?”
    Cam shook his head and relaxed against the pillows. “No, just pick up where you left off. I love a good book before bed.”
     
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    Noelle’s face was hot. It was times like this she cursed being a redhead. Her Dom knew she was incredibly embarrassed and he was enjoying it. He had a wicked smile playing around his well-shaped lips. She wanted to smack the top of his head with her e-reader. Such an action would get her flipped over his lap and her bottom sore and red. As it was, she had a punishment coming for dropping the F-word. A punishment she was probably going to enjoy. A lot.
     
    He ran his hands around her generous breasts, plucking the nipples until they were hard and pointed. Before she could draw her next breath, a metal clamp was attached to her left nipple, and she cried out in surprise and pain. He watched, his face impassive, as she took deep breaths to deal with the bite on her tender flesh. When her breathing eased, he slowly pulled the other from his pocket and held it out with a smile.
    He took his time, tweaking the nipple and then opening the cruel metal jaws of the clamp before her eyes. She tried not to tense up, but felt herself start to tremble as it moved closer. She sucked in a breath as the cold metal bit into sensitive skin. Her knees gave out, and she was now kneeling before him, a supplicant to her Master.
    “Ah, that’s where you belong, slave, at your Master’s feet. Kiss them, sweet slave. Show me your submission.”
    She leaned forward, and the weights on the clamps pulled at her already sore nipples. She whimpered but pressed her lips to first one shiny, black boot, then the other.
     
    Cam brushed her hard nipples, and she arched into the caress. Reading this to him was naughty and erotic, and she was flushed with arousal at the look of passion on his face.
    “Would you like to be at my feet, sweet sub? I’ve never had a submissive kiss my feet, but the thought makes my cock hard as a rock.”
    She was breathing as hard as the submissive in the story.
    “Yes, Sir. I think I would like to be at your feet.” She grinned. “But I don’t want to be accused of topping from the bottom.”
    Cam ran his fingers around the shadow of her rosy nipples through her shirt.
    “Don’t worry. Topping from the bottom will not be tolerated in any form. But there’s never anything stopping you from kneeling at my feet. I don’t have any rules against it. Continue, sub.”
     
    She kept her head down, waiting for his next command. It came in the form of his hand tugging at her hair. She pushed to her feet, but kept her eyes down. She was not to look at him without his express permission. She had already been punished once today.
    He went to the cabinet, and she felt her heart race. The cabinet held all manner of torture devices, and her Master’s mind was diabolical. She felt her pussy leak with her juices at what he might do next.
     
    “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.”
     
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