The Men with the Golden Cuffs (Masters and Mercenaries #2)(44)

He couldn’t resist. He knew he should just nod and walk her through the dungeon, but the temptation of seeing her kneel at his feet was too much. She bit into her bottom lip, looking around the area as though trying to decide if it was safe. But that wasn’t her call.

“Now, Serena. On your knees. You want a Dom for the night? Well, that’s my collar around your neck. You will obey me, or we’ll do exactly what you said. We’ll go home and sit and wait for Adam. Hell, we’ll watch some incredibly boring TV and you can sink into your safe-as-pie vanilla life, and you never have to really know what it means to submit. You can just write about it.”

A fire lit her eyes, and she fell to her knees. Yes, that was what he wanted. She wasn’t thinking about the fact that her skirt was too short or that people might see her. She was thinking about him and proving him wrong. It wasn’t the exact place he wanted her. He would rather she was merely thinking about pleasing him, but he would take it.

He studied her for a moment. She had the basics down. Her brunette head was bent submissively toward the floor. Her hands were on her knees, shoulders back. If she had been naked, her breasts would have been on full, glorious display.

“I prefer the palms up position, Serena.”

She turned her palms up. “I read about it the other way.”

“There are many ways to practice, Serena. It’s something you and your partner decide on. I prefer palms up. I can’t really explain why. It’s merely what turns me on.” And it did. She looked lovely, but there was a certain perfection that could only come with long training. “Spread your knees further apart.”

She hesitated a second before moving her knees a fraction of an inch to the side.

“Wider, Serena.” Jake was well aware of the impatience in his voice.

Serena huffed a little, and her knees spread further. The little skirt Adam had given her rolled up and showed off a spectacular view of something Jake was pretty damn sure Adam hadn’t included in her clothing options.

“What is covering your *?” Jake asked, putting a hand in her hair. He tugged lightly, aware of the flush that stole across her skin. Her breathing had picked up, too. She was becoming aroused. He was sure of it.

“Underwear, Jake.”

He tightened his hand in her hair and gave her a little growl.

“Sir,” she corrected quickly. “It’s my underwear, Sir.”

“Did Adam include plain, white cotton underwear with your clothes for this evening?” Jake damn straight knew the answer to that question. There was no way Adam had included it. Adam loved lingerie. Whenever they had a woman, Adam would buy box after box of expensive lingerie and fetish wear to dress her. Jake would laugh and tell Adam he was looking for a Fuck-Me Barbie.

Her eyes got wide as though realizing she was in trouble. “No. He left something else. It was too small. It didn’t cover me. It was a thong, and I don’t really like those.”

“You don’t like thongs? Are you kidding me? Serena, pet, I’ve read your work. Tell me what Joshua Lake would do to a submissive who blatantly violated her Dom’s orders regarding clothing.” He would use her work against her, though in this case it really was proper training material.

That sexy lower lip trembled, making him want to kiss her until she couldn’t move. “He would probably just tell her to not do it again.”

She wanted to play it that way? He pulled her hair gently, forcing her to look him straight in the eye. “He’s not a * Dom, Serena. You didn’t write him that way. Of all the characters you’ve written, he’s the most vivid, the most alive. He’s your fantasy. Now you tell me what he would do.”

Her breath escaped in shallow pants. “He would say I gave up the right to underwear at all.”

Jake smiled, releasing her hair. “Excellent. We’ll start there. Remove those panties. They offend me.”

“But Jake, if I take them off, the skirt is so short people will be able to see me.”

“That’s ten swats.”

“But I didn’t know,” Serena tried to argue.

Reality seemed to be setting in for the little sub. It was odd, but Jake found himself actually enjoying the push and pull. He’d spent the last several years with perfectly trained subs who got off on showing their bodies and displaying their pure obedience. But it hadn’t been earned from Jake. And he also got that this was Serena’s fantasy. Serena’s fantasies weren’t about everything going perfectly. Her characters had to fight. This would be a little fight, but they both could win.

“You didn’t know your Dom would discipline you?” Jake asked. “That’s another ten, by the way.”

Her fists clenched. “I didn’t know it would be you.”

The words hit him like a bucket of ice cold water. “You thought it would be Adam. Of course.”

She cared about Adam. She wanted Adam. Adam was the one with all the smooth moves. Adam cooked for her and took care of her schedule. Jake was just the meathead whose job was to throw his oversized body in front of any bullet that came her way. Yeah. He should have gotten that by now.

“I just thought Ian was making you do it because you did the course thing.”

He heard the words, but his head was somewhere else. “It’s fine, Serena. Come on. I’ll show you around the club. Adam is going to be a couple of hours. We can look around, and then I’ll take you home. What do you want to see first?”