The Men With the Golden Cuffs(50)

“You don’t want to play? I thought you would at least want to watch a few scenes.” He still found it hard to simply say what he wanted.

She smiled, a wan little thing. “I want to try it all. I want the whole experience, Jacob, but I know you don’t think of me like that. It’s okay. We can just watch. I promise not to be too obnoxious with the questions.” Her eyes trailed after Adam. The longing there made Jake jealous. “Adam said he would help with the rest of it.”

Had he? How very fucking nice of Adam to offer to help with “the rest of it.” Something nasty took root in Jake’s gut. It wasn’t fair. He knew it. He’d been the one who’d tried to push her away in the beginning, but living with her these past few days had made him draw close to her. He couldn’t help it. He’d watched her, grown to care. And now Adam wanted him to stand beside her, watching scenes while he plotted and scheduled her training? Adam wasn’t half the Dom Jake was. He wasn’t as vested in the lifestyle, but he thought he would train the sexy little wide-eyed natural sub?

Fuck no.

“What exactly is the other stuff, Serena?” The words came out in a harsh grind.

Serena flushed, her fair skin pinkening prettily. She would look so fucking good draped over his knee. His cock settled into a deep, throbbing rhythm.

Her eyes slid away from him. “The protocol stuff.”

He cupped her neck, his palm on her spine, forcing her gently to look up. He slipped the collar around her neck, adjusting it to a comfortable length. He touched the collar as he spoke. “I’m responsible for you. Not Adam. I’m the one with rights here. If you want to learn something about the lifestyle, you’ll go through me. Let’s start at the beginning. Show me how you greet your Master.”

He couldn’t resist. He knew he should just nod and walk her through the dungeon, but the temptation of seeing her kneel at his feet was too much. She bit into her bottom lip, looking around the area as though trying to decide if it was safe. But that wasn’t her call.

“Now, Serena. On your knees. You want a Dom for the night? Well, that’s my collar around your neck. You will obey me, or we’ll do exactly what you said. We’ll go home and sit and wait for Adam. Hell, we’ll watch some incredibly boring TV and you can sink into your safe-as-pie vanilla life, and you never have to really know what it means to submit. You can just write about it.”

A fire lit her eyes, and she fell to her knees. Yes, that was what he wanted. She wasn’t thinking about the fact that her skirt was too short or that people might see her. She was thinking about him and proving him wrong. It wasn’t the exact place he wanted her. He would rather she was merely thinking about pleasing him, but he would take it.

He studied her for a moment. She had the basics down. Her brunette head was bent submissively toward the floor. Her hands were on her knees, shoulders back. If she had been naked, her breasts would have been on full, glorious display.

“I prefer the palms up position, Serena.”

She turned her palms up. “I read about it the other way.”

“There are many ways to practice, Serena. It’s something you and your partner decide on. I prefer palms up. I can’t really explain why. It’s merely what turns me on.” And it did. She looked lovely, but there was a certain perfection that could only come with long training. “Spread your knees further apart.”

She hesitated a second before moving her knees a fraction of an inch to the side.

“Wider, Serena.” Jake was well aware of the impatience in his voice.

Serena huffed a little, and her knees spread further. The little skirt Adam had given her rolled up and showed off a spectacular view of something Jake was pretty damn sure Adam hadn’t included in her clothing options.

“What is covering your pussy?” Jake asked, putting a hand in her hair. He tugged lightly, aware of the flush that stole across her skin. Her breathing had picked up, too. She was becoming aroused. He was sure of it.

“Underwear, Jake.”

He tightened his hand in her hair and gave her a little growl.

“Sir,” she corrected quickly. “It’s my underwear, Sir.”

“Did Adam include plain, white cotton underwear with your clothes for this evening?” Jake damn straight knew the answer to that question. There was no way Adam had included it. Adam loved lingerie. Whenever they had a woman, Adam would buy box after box of expensive lingerie and fetish wear to dress her. Jake would laugh and tell Adam he was looking for a Fuck-Me Barbie.

Her eyes got wide as though realizing she was in trouble. “No. He left something else. It was too small. It didn’t cover me. It was a thong, and I don’t really like those.”