The Men with the Golden Cuffs (Masters and Mercenaries #2)(52)

He stopped, frustrating her completely. His hand dipped lower. “I can smell you.”

She breathed in, and the room smelled like sex. She was so wet, wetter than she’d ever been in her life. Jake’s hand teased at the edges of her *, dipping in and retreating.

“Jacob, please. I’ve never wanted anything the way I want this.”

“What do you want, Serena? Be very specific.”

“I want you.” She wanted him, and she wanted Adam, but Adam wasn’t here right now. It was just the two of them, and Jake was so close. It seemed wrong to not get closer. She wiggled, trying to tempt his finger inside. It wouldn’t be enough. She knew that. She would just want more, but anything was better than the slow tease he was giving her now.

He slapped her ass, once on both cheeks. “Don’t you try to control this. This isn’t yours to command. It’s mine. And I asked you to be specific. What part of me do you want? Do you want this finger?”

A single finger played at her *, whirling around and sinking deep. Serena gasped.

“Is that all you want? You want me to finger f*ck you?”

If she said yes, it might be all he did. He was forcing her to ask for what she wanted. He wouldn’t let her off easy. It was a part of the exchange for Jake. He wanted to hear it from her. It also forced her to accept responsibility for her actions. It made her Jake’s partner. “No. I don’t want your finger.”

She wanted more. She wanted everything.

He pulled his finger free. She whimpered, missing its warmth. She heard him suck the finger into his mouth. “Fuck, baby, you taste so damn sweet. Maybe you want my tongue. Do you want me to eat your *? Do you want me to lick your clit and suck it into my mouth? Do you want me to shove my tongue up your cunt and f*ck you that way?”

She shivered. He smacked her ass again, but he was playing now. Her discipline was over, but the torture wasn’t. The idea of Jake’s mouth on her * lit a fire in her, but that wasn’t what she wanted, either. Not now.

“Answer me.” He slapped at her thigh.

“No. That isn’t what I want.”

“Tell me, Serena. Tell me what you want.” He moved, pulling her off his lap. She found herself on her knees between his legs, looking up at him. His face was flushed, his shoulders squared. He looked so dominant and masculine that her eyes slid away. His hand came up, tilting her chin to face him. “You tell me what you want. Don’t you mince words with me.”

She was breathless. She’d never once felt so powerless and yet safe. “I want your cock, Jacob. I want your cock inside me.”

“Fuck.” He stared at her. “We shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. I’m not good for you.”

He couldn’t back away now. Not when she was so close. “Shouldn’t I decide that? I told you what I wanted. I told you my requirements. I’m not asking for a ring, Jake. I’m not even asking for a collar.”

He leaned toward her. “But if you keep this up, baby, that’s exactly what you’re going to get. You’re going to get my collar around your neck. You’re going to get my cock so deep in your * that you won’t remember what it feels like to not be full of me. I’ll be on you five times a day, and I won’t ask politely. I’ll take you because you’re mine. I’ll take your * and your ass, and I’ll f*ck that mouth of yours. I’ll spank your ass when you get out of line, and sometimes I’ll just do it for fun. I’ll tie you up. I’ll spread you wide. I’ll parade you around naked because you will belong to me. Mine, Serena. Can you begin to imagine how f*cking possessive I’ll be?”

It might have scared her, just a little, but he had Adam to balance him. Adam, who took such tender care of her. Adam, who’d been topping her so gently she hadn’t even noticed. There was a delicate balance between the two of them. Take one without the other and the relationship might fail, falling into outrageous possessiveness for Jake and overindulgence on Adam’s part. But together, they were exactly what she needed, craved.

“I think I can handle you, Jake.”

His hand sank into her hair, pulling lightly but with just enough bite to let her know he was serious. “What do you call me when I’m topping you?”

This was where Jacob truly enjoyed dominating. He wanted her submissive in the bedroom. She’d noticed that he preferred to remain in the background most of the time, silently supporting and protecting, but he wanted to be utterly in charge when it came to this.

“Sir. I am sorry, Sir. I can handle you, Sir.”

“You think so now, but you better be sure, Serena. You better be f*cking sure.” His hands went to the ties of his leathers. “Take my cock out. I can’t resist. I need you, baby.”

The way he fumbled made her heart ache. He was nervous about sleeping with her? He was practically a Greek god, but the fine tremble in his hands marked him as a man, and that warmed Serena. She placed her hands over his and slowly untied his laces. She pulled back the leather and realized she wasn’t the only one not wearing underwear. Jake’s cock sprang free, and he hadn’t been joking. He was huge, long and thick, and topped with a plum-shaped head. A drop of pearly fluid seeped from the tip.

Jake looked down at her, his face hard with desire. He nodded toward his dick. “Taste me.”