The Men with the Golden Cuffs (Masters and Mercenaries #2)(46)

“Should I get you a privacy room?” Eve’s voice was a shock to his system. Fuck. He’d forgotten where they were. It wasn’t like he hadn’t f*cked a couple of subs in full view of the dungeon, but he didn’t just go at it in front of the locker room. What was he thinking? And he couldn’t f*ck Serena. Not without Adam.

Jake pulled away. His head was cloudy, but he managed to focus on Eve. She was dressed to kill in a perfectly tailored miniskirt and corset. It was rather like Serena’s, but Eve was slender and her hair was perfectly done. There wasn’t a thing messy about Eve. Hair, nails, and makeup all perfect. He was certain the five-inch stilettos on her feet were some designer who charged so much for a pair of shoes that Jake’s eyeballs would bulge. So why was messy, plump Serena the one who called to him? Why did the sight of her bare feet turn him on? He held her hand in his. Her nails were short, and there were calluses all over her hands. She used them all day. She typed, and when she was plotting, she would get out a pen or a marker and write all over a notebook or her white board. He f*cking loved her hands. He pulled one to his mouth and placed a kiss on her palm.

“Sorry,” he said to Eve, holding Serena close. “I got carried away. And I forgot all about the discipline my sub requires.”

Serena’s face tilted up. She’d put her contacts in, and they made her eyes wide and open. He was just sadist enough to enjoy the little tremor of trepidation he saw there. “It was only twenty, right?”

“Who’s getting twenty?” Alex asked, walking out of the men’s locker room. His eyes fastened on Eve briefly before looking to the ground. “Certainly not Evie. She’s requested fifty.”

God, was that still going on? Jake felt for Alex. He was divorced from Eve, but she still came to him for discipline. Never sex. Never intimacy beyond the flick of his whip or the slap of his paddle. Alex had told him once over way too many beers that it was the only way she would relate to him anymore. And he would take it because he still loved his ex-wife.

Jake slid an arm around Serena’s waist. They were starting out, and with any luck at all, they would never get to the place Alex and Eve were in, longing and unfulfilled. “Just twenty, pet. But it will be more if you don’t give me those panties.”

Eve smiled, a little chuckle escaping her mouth. It was good to hear her laugh. “I warned her you wouldn’t like the panties.”

Serena nodded. “Okay. I’ll go put on the thong thingee.”

Jake gave that gorgeous ass a sharp slap. “Not on your life, baby. You gave up the thong thingee the minute you tried to circumvent Adam’s wishes by covering your * with a piece of cotton. Now, you are either in or you’re out. If you’re not ready, march back in the locker room and change. We’ll go home and we’ll talk. If you are, take those f*cking panties off, and remember that if I see you in them again, it will be fifty smacks, and they won’t be erotic.”

Her cheeks flared, and just for a moment he thought she would run into the locker room like a scared little rabbit. She took a deep breath and visibly steeled herself.

“Okay.”





Her hands shook a little as she reached for her skirt. It was absolutely the shortest piece of material she’d ever worn, but it was also a test. She realized that now. If she wanted the joys of the power exchange, she’d better be ready for the scary shit, too. Jake wanted her underwear. She wanted Jake. A plus B equaled potential orgasm, and she wasn’t going to let a little thing like complete and utter humiliation keep her from making that math work.

She hooked her thumbs under the waist of her plain-Jane cotton undies and wished she’d given the butt floss a try. It was all her fault. Two seconds into the lifestyle and Serena Brooks was topping from the bottom. And getting her ass spanked. Jacob Dean was going to spank her ass, and she suddenly realized he wouldn’t leave the skirt between them. He would more than likely push that spandex aside and lay his hand on her bare ass. It would sting at first, the heat flaring along her skin.

“Serena, this is not rocket science.”

She looked up into his seriously impatient brown eyes. Jacob Dean was her wet dream Dom fantasy and here she was daydreaming. “Sorry, Sir.”

He held out a hand, waiting for her to give up the offensive garment. She tried to pull the panties off while she held on to some semblance of dignity. She wasn’t sure if she would have had the courage to simply haul up her skirt and pull down her undies if they had been alone, but she felt brutally conscious of the fact that gorgeous Eve St. James was standing beside her. And Ian’s partner, who seemed to be Eve’s Dom.

“That is not going to work,” Eve whispered.

But Serena tried. She wiggled and squirmed until she had the panties to her knees, and she felt triumphant as she passed them to Jake and smoothed her skirt down. She’d done it. She’d gotten those panties off and she hadn’t flashed her cootchie. Yeah. Topping from the bottom could be fun.

Jake took her underwear and proved he didn’t have any problems with self-consciousness. He put them right up to his nose and took a long whiff. Serena watched, a little horrified and a little turned on.

“God, you smell so f*cking good, Serena.” Jake tucked the underwear in his pocket and frowned. “Now find your position.”

“I told you it wouldn’t work,” Eve said with a sympathetic smile.