The Men with the Golden Cuffs (Masters and Mercenaries #2)(51)

He smiled, a long, slow parting of his lips. “Excellent. I appreciate the honesty, baby. I can’t tell you how much I love the fact that you don’t play games. So I won’t either. I find you intensely attractive. I have had a f*cking hard-on since the day you walked into my office. Now, do as I asked and take off your clothes. You won’t know until you try.”

Be brave. It was what she preached in her books. It was time to take a page out of one. None of her heroines got what they wanted without learning to ask for it. She started to undo the corset, remarkably aware of just how awkward she was. She could still hear Doyle telling her she wasn’t sexy. But when she looked up, Jake was smiling at her as though he found her awkwardness endearing.

“Go as slow or as fast as you like, sweetheart. I’ll just enjoy the show.”

She took a deep breath. She felt safe with Jacob Dean. Days of living with him had made her comfortable. She unhooked the first hook and then the second, her breasts spilling out. She laid the corset aside with shaking hands.

“Show me your breasts, Serena.” His tone had gotten slow, his accent thicker than before. He was a southern boy.

She cupped them. They’d always seemed too big, but Jake’s eyes ate her up. It made her nipples hard, her * wet, her heart soar. She could ignore everything except her heart. But he was engaging her, and it had been so damn long since she’d really wanted.

“Now get rid of the skirt. I want to see your *.”

She didn’t hesitate this time. She pushed the skirt off her hips.

“Very nice, baby.” Jake’s voice soothed her. She understood why he’d brought her here. He’d wanted the privacy because she wasn’t thinking about anything or anyone but him. There was a small part of her that still worried about such trivial things as cellulite, but here, in this place with Jacob, it was easy to silence that minor voice.

The air was cool on her skin, but his eyes were hot. He raised his hands and made a little circle, silently requesting that she turn. He wanted to look at her backside. Her ass, he would say in his deep, gravelly voice. He wanted to look at her ass, and he wasn’t expecting perfection. He was expecting curves and softness. He was expecting her.

She turned, confidence in her every move. He’d told her what he wanted, and she had zero reason to think he was lying. He’d been honest with her. He’d been hurt, and he hadn’t trusted her. Now he wanted her, and he wouldn’t hold back. They were an oddly matched set, both insecure in their own ways. She could feel him looking at her. She breathed in and let it happen.

“Very nice, baby. It’s time, though. Come here and place yourself over my lap.” He patted his lap.

It was time to be in or out. She knew what she was. She was in. She wasn’t about to stop now. She wanted to know where this went and if it was the place for her. She’d dreamed of this. She turned and walked to Jacob. He held out a hand and helped her drape herself over his lap. Her ass was in the air, his knee across her torso. She wiggled a little to try to get comfortable, but Jacob put a hand on her back, and she stilled.

“Where are you, Serena?”

She smiled. “Green, Sir. I’m fine.”

“I’m glad because I am absolutely green, Serena. I want this.” His hand came down on her ass, the sound smacking through the room.

She squealed. She couldn’t help it. That single smack lit up her flesh. Heat and a jangle of pain rushed through her system. Jacob’s hand came down again. He struck twice, and then a third and fourth and fifth time. He moved around, never hitting the same spot twice. She squirmed on Jake’s lap, and she felt his cock twitch.

“Where are you, baby? It’s your first time. We can take it slow and easy.”

She breathed in. The heat was sinking into her flesh, endorphins rushing through her system. Her backside hurt, but her skin was on fire, and it wasn’t all pain. “I’m good.”

“I need to hear the word, Serena.” Jake’s voice was calm, but she could hear the undercurrent. He wasn’t an aloof participant. He was barely leashed, and his cock was a hard line against her stomach. She’d made him hard. She wiggled her ass a little and felt his cock jump. “Now, Serena.”

“Green, Sir.” She was completely sure now. She heard the fine edge to his voice, knew she was the reason he sounded that way.

His hand came down again, this time right on the crease of her ass. “Little tease.” He smacked her again and again. “You like the fact that I’m hard and ready for you, don’t you, baby? You like teasing the big bad Dom.”

She squealed just a little because he wasn’t holding back, and he wasn’t playing politely. He didn’t merely spank and get the whole thing over with. He seemed to sink into his role, reveling in her flesh. He slapped at her ass and then gripped it as though he could hold the heat in. He parted her cheeks, and from his primal growl, she thought he liked what he saw there. His hand would trace down the line of her spine before jumping out and slamming down again. He kept her on edge, waiting to see what he would do next.

“You’re not thinking about anything but me now.” The satisfaction in his voice let her know it wasn’t a question. He spanked her, five times in rapid succession. She’d lost count, but he hadn’t. She felt strangely relaxed. Her submission had somehow given her permission to enjoy this in a way she couldn’t have before.