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.”