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

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.

Chapter Four
     
    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