The Men with the Golden Cuffs (Masters and Mercenaries #2)(93)

He was challenging her? Well, she could be pretty stubborn herself. “Fuck you, Jake.”

Adam chuckled low in her ear. “Now you’ve done it.”

Jake picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Her whole world upended as he stalked out of the dungeon toward the privacy rooms.

Serena went limp in his arms. He was right. She would know after tonight exactly what she could handle.





Chapter Nineteen


Jake’s cock was throbbing, but it was nothing compared to just how angry he was at her. He pushed through the door to the privacy room. He’d reserved a different one than the room they’d first made love in. He couldn’t go back in there. It wasn’t the same. This wasn’t about making love. She didn’t want to make love to him. She didn’t want a lover.

All she wanted was a damn Dom.

Well, he could be that for her.

He set her on her feet, well aware that he was on the edge of his control. His eyes went to the clamps on her breasts. Adam had been a * about those clamps. They were barely hanging on. If she wanted a BDSM relationship, she was going to have to get used to her role. He was the sadist. And she was the masochist.

Brusquely and as impersonally as he could, he tightened the screws.

Her eyes dilated, those green orbs huge in the low light. Well, at least one of them had their roles down. Little Serena liked a bite of pain. Yeah, he could give that to her.

“The red room?” Adam threw him a glance. “Really?”

The red room was known as a torture chamber. It was slightly larger than the other privacy rooms and boasted a whipping bench and a sawhorse, a multitude of hooks in the walls and the ceiling, and a whole wall of never used before impact play toys.

“She said she wanted a BDSM experience. I’ll give her one.” The first night they’d made love had been personal, intimate. He’d used his hand and then made love to her with the only thought being their mutual pleasure. It hadn’t worked. It hadn’t bound her to him. Days of lavishing affection on her hadn’t worked. All she wanted was his harshness. Perhaps it was the only thing of value he had to give.

“Hold out your hands.” He picked up a shiny pair of handcuffs from the table. He’d thought about buying a kit for her, selecting everything himself. But she didn’t want that.

She obediently put her hands out. Her face was closed off, her stance shutting him out even as she was on display for him. He pressed the cuffs around her wrists, snapping them on and tightening them. Still not a look from her. She simply stared at the handcuffs, probably cataloging the experience for some future book.

“Take off the skirt, then turn around and place your hands flat on the sawhorse.” The cuffs had enough give that she could make do.

“What are you going to do?” Serena asked.

Adam groaned. “I’ll handle it.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, the only softness in the whole room. He hauled Serena over his lap, pulled her miniskirt up, and gave her five quick slaps. Serena’s legs kicked briefly and then she sagged down.

So f*cking submissive. Why couldn’t she see that they could be more than this?

“You have a safeword, Serena. You have a safeword and a slow-down word. Use them. This is not going to go well, love. Both you and Jake seem to want to tear each other apart tonight.” Adam’s hand soothed across her pinkened flesh.

Serena said nothing at all.

Adam sighed and set her back on her feet. “Then you should do as he says.”

Serena turned and leaned over the sawhorse, placing her palms down on the surface and lowering her back. She didn’t move to push her skirt down. It pooled at her waist, the only bit of clothing he’d left her.

He was fine with it. It gave the whole scene a little edge of brutality. If he ordered her to take it off, she would be naked, utterly vulnerable, all of her soft skin there for his pleasure. She would look far too open and trusting when he knew damn well she was closed to him. Well, at least her heart was. She was perfectly willing to open her legs for him.

He went to the toy rack and selected a new anal plug, this one larger than the itty bitty thing Adam had shoved up her ass. If she wanted a Dom, then she was going to find out that the Dom she’d selected enjoyed f*cking submissive little *s. She would learn to take his cock up her rectum. He washed the toy, scrubbing it with impatient hands and lubing it up.

“Jacob, maybe you should have a safeword, too.”

Adam was starting to get to him. “If you don’t like it, feel free to leave.”

Adam sighed as he stared at them both. “You were the one who told me to be patient.”

“I’m giving her exactly what she wants.”

“She doesn’t know what she wants, Jake.”

“Fuck you, Adam,” Serena said.

“Or she’s too stubborn to admit what’s good for her.” Adam smacked her ass another five times, his hand swinging in an arc, leaving pink flesh where he slapped her. He took a deep breath in. “You know this is classic brat behavior. She’s topping from the bottom. I can smell her * right now. She’s trying to get what she wants without giving anything up for it.”

“My ass is on fire, Adam. I think there’s an exchange here.” Serena didn’t move, but her sarcasm seemed to be flowing nicely.