The Men With the Golden Cuffs (39 page)

She’d given him one way to reach her, and even that she’d put limits on. He needed to take some control back. He needed to begin as he meant to go, and that meant establishing boundaries. Walls between them that would guide their behaviors.

He worked her over with an unrelenting hand. And still she didn’t cry. When he was done, Adam helped her stand and her face was red, but not a tear fell.

He’d tried to push past her walls, but they were too high to ever climb over.

“Are you all right?” It was a question he asked every sub. The answer was clear, but she lied again. One more wall.

“I’m fine, Sir.”

“Then get on your knees.” Even though his heart felt like it was going to shatter, he still fucking wanted her. He opened his leathers, setting his cock free. “There’s a way to thank your Dom for his discipline. Should I spell it out for you?”

Finally, she cracked a smile. “I think I know where this is going. Thank you, Sir. The discipline was enlightening.”

It should have been a bonding experience. It should have been deep and emotional and transformative, and he was pretty sure she was simply storing the memories for later use.

“Give me your hands.” He unlocked the cuffs and set them aside. He would love to see her in full bondage. He adored the cuffs. If she was his, he would carry them with him always so he could bind his little sub whenever the need arose. If she was truly his, she would find herself cuffed and fucked in the oddest of places, the experiences creating a bond between them.

But she wasn’t his, and seeing her in those damn cuffs made his heart hurt. He should have stuck to rope.

Adam was right about the emotion in the room, but he was wrong that it went both ways. Jake was the only one who was getting torn to shreds. But he would have some compensation.

“Suck me. Take my cock and swallow me down. Everything I give you.” His unruly cock didn’t care that his heart was aching. It wanted one thing and one thing only—Serena. He was a little worried he would never want anyone else again. Serena had spoiled him for all other women.

Adam helped her to her knees. “Clench your cheeks, love. It’s hard at first, but you can do it.”

She smiled up at him as she settled in. “Will I get punished if it comes out?”

“Yes, I think the big bad Dom there has an endless need to punish you tonight,” Adam said, pulling her hair back. “You should do what he says. You should eat that big dick up. I think you should serve both your Masters.”

Adam got to his feet and freed his own cock. Serena’s eyes lit up, looking from Jake to Adam and back again. She licked those fuck-me lips of hers and then leaned over, her tongue sucking Jake’s cock inside as she palmed Adam.

Pure, white pleasure suffused him as Serena sucked him. She was awkward at first, working her mouth around his cock, trying to find a rhythm.

This was how it should be, the three of them together. But he’d screwed it all up.

He closed his eyes and let the heat of her mouth wash over him. Her tongue whirled around his dick, encasing him in pleasure. The tension made his every muscle hard. She sucked him in long passes, and then moved to Adam, squeezing Jake with her hand.

He watched as her mouth closed over Adam’s cock. He’d been told it was perverse, but fuck he liked watching. He liked watching and knowing he wasn’t alone in pleasuring and taking care of a woman.

Serena switched back and forth, sucking them both in turn. She licked up and down Jake’s cock, pulling him up so she could kiss and tongue his balls. They were so tight, waiting to shoot off.

Adam groaned as she sucked him, and then Adam’s head fell back as he came in her mouth. Serena obediently swallowed everything he gave her and then turned those big green eyes on Jake. She looked so damned pleased with herself. They were her tutors. She was a student who thought she was going to get an A. There wasn’t emotion in her eyes, just self-satisfaction.
 

Well, she wasn’t finished yet.

He tangled his hands in her hair. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, Serena. Are you going to let me?”

“Yes, Sir.” She was already leaning forward, obviously eager to do her duty.

He shoved his cock in, letting his need to dominate take control. It was the only fucking control he had. He pushed in, listening to her breathe through her nose, finding the rhythm that was right for both of them. He pushed in, gaining ground each time. Her mouth was small, but she seemed determined. Her tongue whirled, stroking the underside of his dick with a force, lighting him up. He felt his balls pulse, his spine tingle.

She was everything he wanted in a woman. Smart and creative and able to handle them both. But she didn’t want that. All she wanted was this, the power exchange. He tried to hold it off. He fucked in and out, pulling and pushing, taking everything she gave, but it felt too good to last. He couldn’t take another second. He drove to the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, and he was lost.

His come spurted out in jets, white-hot pleasure shooting through his body.

He came down with a little crash. Serena was licking him clean, her tongue lavishing him with affection. It was a sweet sight. His woman on her knees, giving him her love.

But it wasn’t love. She was in subspace. And he wasn’t close to Domspace. All his dumb ass wanted was to tell her he loved her and take her to bed. He wanted to get her between him and Adam and never let her go. After they’d loved her senseless, they could gently move her toward marriage and a family.

He wanted to be her slave.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, forcing himself back to reality. She didn’t love them, wouldn’t welcome the declaration. He would just make a fool of himself, and he’d done enough of that. He needed to stop and think for two fucking seconds. He wasn’t willing to give up, not exactly. But they all needed time. They’d jumped in with both feet and forced a situation. Serena wanted a Dom. They could give her two. He would wrap her up in a contract and slowly start wearing her down.

But he couldn’t tonight. Tonight he was too raw on the inside. He should never have brought her back here. He shouldn’t have laid a hand on her. He should have watched the demonstration, and then they all should have sat down and talked about it the way he would have with a sub he was training.

He needed things on the proper footing.

“Thank you, Serena.” No more endearments. He had to take it slow. For her. For himself. And for Adam, too. If Jake let him, Adam would just fall to his knees. They’d tried that already. It was time to try a bit of toughness.

He tucked himself back in and took a long breath. “Pull your skirt down. Adam, we should probably get the clamps off her. She’s had them on for a while. Let’s see if we can catch the next punishment scene. I want to be out of here by eleven o’clock.”

“What?” Serena sounded a little dazed, her mouth slightly open as she obviously tried to catch her breath.

So she’d thought she could get everything she’d wanted? Well, at least he hadn’t lost every damn battle of the night. He would win this one. “Serena, I had no intention of satisfying you this evening. You had a safeword, and you agreed to punishment. I haven’t agreed to sex.”

She shook her head as if trying to clear it. “I don’t understand.”

It was said with a flat cadence that bugged the hell out of Jake. “Serena, this was punishment. Intercourse would be a reward. You haven’t earned it. You wanted a D/s relationship. Here it is, sweetheart. Now clean yourself up so we can get to the rest of the night. Leave the plug in. You can remove it when we get home.”

“All right.” She took Adam’s hand, but the minute she was on her feet, she turned away. “I’ll take the clamps off myself, please. Could I have moment to myself? I’d prefer to clean up in private. And could I have my shirt back? I promise not to misbehave again.”

It wasn’t an unreasonable request. And it would be easier for him to not stare at her breasts all night. “You can wear your shirt. But allow Adam to take off the clamps. It requires some finesse.”

“Please, Jacob.” The request came out in a little huff, a breathy plea.

“Don’t blame me when it hurts like hell.” She wouldn’t even let them take care of her.

He stalked out the door, Adam hard on his heels.

“What the holy fuck was that?” Adam asked, pulling on Jake’s arm. “Dude, why didn’t you just beat the shit out of her? It would have hurt less.”

And his night was complete. Adam was pissed again. “We talked about this. We’re supposed to show her what a D/s relationship is like.”

“You’re never that harsh with a sub. Never.”

He’d never had his heart ripped out by one, either. “I was perfectly polite. She disobeyed. She was punished, and quite frankly, I went easy on the punishment. She’s just mad she didn’t get multiple orgasms. It’s what she really was looking for. Well, I don’t intend to be the stud she puts out to pasture the minute this mission is over.”

Adam leaned against the wall, his whole body sagging. “It’s not going to work, is it? She wants us. I know she does. But if she won’t let herself care, then it can’t work. I thought she would break down during the punishment. I thought she would finally cry, but she’s further away than ever.”

And there was no way to reach her.

She would walk out, her shirt on and her armor up. They would go through the motions and then in a day or a week, she would dismiss them and get on with her life.

He would be left behind again.

What the hell was taking her so long? He wanted to get this cluster fuck of a night over with. He walked to the door, ready to tell her to get moving, and then he heard it. He heard the one thing he couldn’t bluster against, couldn’t fake his way through.

She was crying.

Jake opened the door, every thought of leaving her destroyed by that one tiny sound.

* * * *

Serena unhooked the second clamp and managed to not scream. Yep. He’d been right. It hurt like hell when the blood rushed back into her nipples, but it couldn’t possibly hurt more than him dismissing her utterly.

She held her aching breast and was grateful they hadn’t given her a bra. It wouldn’t matter now. She could put on a parka and still feel naked.

For just a few moments, though, she’d lost herself in them. There had been a little while where nothing had mattered except pleasing them. She’d forgotten everything else. She’d gotten to her knees and looked up and they’d both been standing there. It was everything she could have wanted. They’d been so beautiful together, their cocks straining toward her like two delicious treats. When she’d had those hard cocks in her mouth, she’d felt powerful. That was the glory of submission. She’d found it on her knees. When she’d swallowed Adam and then Jake down, she’d forgotten anything else existed except them. She’d been ready to do just about anything to hold that feeling.

And now she knew that it had all been a lie. She didn’t have any power at all.

And she’d asked for it.

A little sob escaped her mouth. She couldn’t help it. It was all so wrong, and there was no damn way to fix it.

Her nipples hurt and she had a stupid plug in her ass, and she was just so stupid to even try. Why had she even tried? She stumbled a little to the bed. She needed to put her shirt on and straighten herself up. She needed to find a way to be calm again. She wanted to go home.

She didn’t have a home anymore.

Tears streaked down her face. It was too much. Far too much.

“Baby.” Jake’s voice was softer than it had been all day. The bed dipped as he joined her, and his arms wound around her body, encasing her in his heat. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. God, Serena. Please, don’t cry.”

He sounded tortured. She’d done that to him. She had no doubt.

Adam knelt on the side of the bed, his gorgeous face a watery mess because of her tears. “Don’t listen to him, love. You cry now. You need to cry. Let it out. Let us hold you.”

Jake’s lips were on her cheek. “Please, Serena, you’re killing me. Please.”

Everything was gone. She only had the moment. She was far too weak to not give in. She turned her head just the tiniest bit, and Jake’s mouth met hers. Heaven.

She grabbed on to the feeling. Jake’s lips molded to hers, forcing her mouth open and dominating her in the sweetest way. His previous coldness seemed to have fled and heat took its place. Jake’s tongue surged in, sliding against her own. He moved her, pulling on her hips until she was close to him, chest to chest. Her chafed nipples brushed against the smooth skin of Jake’s chest.

Adam’s hand wound in her hair. The minute Jake let her breathe, Adam took control. Adam held her head in his hands, making her feel safe and surrounded. He kissed her over and over. She felt Jake move off the bed, heard a drawer open and close.

“Serena,” Adam’s voice played across her skin. She loved the way he said her name, like a reverent prayer. “Baby, let me love you.”

She wanted it. In the moment, she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more. She opened her arms to him, pulling him close. Adam kissed her, feathering light kisses across her face. He brushed against her nose, her eyelids, her brow. He worked his way back down, brushing against her chin and her neck until he reached her breasts.