The Men With the Golden Cuffs(111)

“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.