The Men With the Golden Cuffs(104)

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 fucking 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 pussy. 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.”

“I have just what we need.” Jake kissed the nape of her neck. “I ordered a privacy room and had it stocked.”

She was utterly out of breath. “I thought we were going to watch Ian.”

Jake growled a little. “I think we’ve seen enough from our team tonight. You can become acquainted with the whip at a later date. Tonight, you’re going to get the crop.”

She had to force herself to breath. The idea of Jacob’s crop hitting the flesh of her ass made her heart pound.

“You’re being punished for more than just kissing Liam.” Adam’s hands were on the chain that ran between her nipples. The pressure was very light, barely there. She wondered when they would turn the screw again. When Adam turned the screws on her clamps, would her nipples pool with blood and become deeply sensitive?

She’d written the scene so many times, but now it was real. Now it was visceral. They owned her body. It was a deep exchange that went beyond sex. It was about far more than a mere orgasm. It was about bonding. It was about being able to trust and depend on another.

She wanted that so badly. She couldn’t have it in the real world, couldn’t trust it, but she could pretend it was real here. Maybe, if she was lucky, she could keep the relationship where it should have been all along. A D/s relationship. A mentorship of sorts. No promises beyond the ones they made in a contract.