The Men with the Golden Cuffs (Masters and Mercenaries #2)(90)

“Yes, Sir. It’s what I always wanted. I went looking for a Dom, if you remember.” Serena kept her voice carefully controlled. “My life has been out of control for some time. I think I need this. I know I would like to try it.”

“And if I say no? If I won’t top you?” Jake practically growled the question.

If he wouldn’t, she would probably just shut down that part of herself or keep it where she should have all along—deep in her books. Words couldn’t hurt her. She simply shrugged. “Then there’s no point in me being here, Sir. You should take me home.”

Adam laughed, a bitter little sound. “Well, I can see I’m not needed here. I thought she was interested in ménage, but she seems to only want a Dom.”

Why did he have to be so f*cking sensitive? Most guys would follow her around and wait for a chance to shove his dick in, but no, Adam had to make a scene. Of course, most guys wouldn’t wake up every morning, make her coffee and make sure her schedule was perfectly detailed and ready. He’d actually laid out the right clothes for her activities the last few days. She didn’t have to think about the little things with Adam around. But she did have to deal with his ego.

“I would prefer two Doms.”

“I’m not a Dom, Serena.”

“Really? Because you seem to have control of my day. You control my schedule, my clothes, what I eat and when I eat it.” He’d taken over just about everything, and her life was so much better for it. He’d even started feeding her dog. “I would prefer if you stayed, Sir. I am interested in ménage. From an intellectual viewpoint.”

Adam’s boots came into view. And then she hissed a little as he tugged on her hair, forcing her to face up to him. “Intellectual? You’re full of shit, sweetheart, and if I thought for a second that you weren’t lying to yourself and to both of us, I would walk away. But I happen to have a ton of frustration, and it would help me enormously to take it out on your sweet ass. I might not have Dom rights in this club, but don’t you f*cking think for a second that I can’t top you. Now get on your feet.”

Serena rose, Adam’s hand on her arm, supporting her. That was what he’d become, her support, while Jacob was the bulwark against all the bad things that could come her way.

Except for just a minute, he’d been the bad thing.

Fuck all. She was so damn torn. Still, she couldn’t help herself. They called and she followed.

“Take off your shirt.” Jake crossed his arms over his chest.

She felt the world tilt just a little. “What?”

His eyes narrowed. “I said take off your shirt. I’m your Dom. I want to see your breasts. I want to show them off because in this club, those tits belong to me. I think they’re beautiful, and I want to see them. So take off your shirt or use your safeword and we’ll go home.”

He was pushing her, and she wasn’t going to take it. Well, not that way. She wasn’t going to let him shove her away. She remained mulishly silent, but she pulled at the bottom of her tank top. It was just some skin. Every woman in the place had breasts. It wasn’t anything that hadn’t been seen a million times before.

With shaking hands, she passed Jake her shirt. Her breasts were exposed, the nipples tightening in the cool air of the club.

“Better.” Jake turned her to Adam. “Should we start her punishment now?”

It hadn’t already started? Ian walked by, his eyes trailing toward her. He was looking at her breasts. He was a magnificent specimen of a man who could likely get any woman he wanted, and he was looking right at her breasts. The barest hint of a smile turned those gorgeously sculpted lips up and then he winked at her as he strode by.

Holy crap. She was half naked and it actually felt sexy. An ache started, low in her gut.

Yes, this was a little bit of torture, but she felt more alive than she had in days.

Adam stared down at her, ignoring everything else around him. His hands went to his pockets. He came out with something she knew well, but not from actual experience. Nipple clamps. Two tweezer clamps connected by a little chain. Adam dropped to his knees, handing Jake the clamps. He leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

Serena gasped. She started to stumble, but Jake was behind her, his strong arms holding her up.

“You let him get you ready. Don’t fight him. Don’t you f*cking fight your Dom.” Jake’s breath was hot on her ear.

And Adam’s tongue tortured her nipple. He sucked and bit and laved it with affection, the sensation going straight to her *. She fought to stay still. It was so hard, but she loved this. She was surrounded by them, their heat sinking into her skin.

Adam didn’t let up. He ravished her nipples, one after another. People walked by, and Serena didn’t care. Adam’s arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close while Jake balanced her. She could feel Jake’s erection nestled against the cheeks of her ass. She let her head fall back against his chest as Adam switched nipples. He teased one with his tongue while rolling the other with his thumb and forefinger.

And then he pulled back, looking at his handiwork. Her nipples strained toward him, standing straight up at attention. He held his hand out, and Jake passed him the clamps.

She whimpered a little as Adam attached them, carefully turning the screw.

“They’re barely tight enough to stay on.” Adam touched the chain that hung between her breasts. “You’ll be wearing these for a while, so I can’t get them too tight. Yet. But I’ll work you up to a real burn. Jake, we’re going to need a plug and a little privacy. I’m not done decorating this sub.”