The Men With the Golden Cuffs(53)

Jake slid an arm around Serena’s waist. They were starting out, and with any luck at all, they would never get to the place Alex and Eve were in, longing and unfulfilled. “Just twenty, pet. But it will be more if you don’t give me those panties.”

Eve smiled, a little chuckle escaping her mouth. It was good to hear her laugh. “I warned her you wouldn’t like the panties.”

Serena nodded. “Okay. I’ll go put on the thong thingee.”

Jake gave that gorgeous ass a sharp slap. “Not on your life, baby. You gave up the thong thingee the minute you tried to circumvent Adam’s wishes by covering your pussy with a piece of cotton. Now, you are either in or you’re out. If you’re not ready, march back in the locker room and change. We’ll go home and we’ll talk. If you are, take those fucking panties off, and remember that if I see you in them again, it will be fifty smacks, and they won’t be erotic.”

Her cheeks flared, and just for a moment he thought she would run into the locker room like a scared little rabbit. She took a deep breath and visibly steeled herself.

“Okay.”







Her hands shook a little as she reached for her skirt. It was absolutely the shortest piece of material she’d ever worn, but it was also a test. She realized that now. If she wanted the joys of the power exchange, she’d better be ready for the scary shit, too. Jake wanted her underwear. She wanted Jake. A plus B equaled potential orgasm, and she wasn’t going to let a little thing like complete and utter humiliation keep her from making that math work.

She hooked her thumbs under the waist of her plain-Jane cotton undies and wished she’d given the butt floss a try. It was all her fault. Two seconds into the lifestyle and Serena Brooks was topping from the bottom. And getting her ass spanked. Jacob Dean was going to spank her ass, and she suddenly realized he wouldn’t leave the skirt between them. He would more than likely push that spandex aside and lay his hand on her bare ass. It would sting at first, the heat flaring along her skin.

“Serena, this is not rocket science.”

She looked up into his seriously impatient brown eyes. Jacob Dean was her wet dream Dom fantasy and here she was daydreaming. “Sorry, Sir.”

He held out a hand, waiting for her to give up the offensive garment. She tried to pull the panties off while she held on to some semblance of dignity. She wasn’t sure if she would have had the courage to simply haul up her skirt and pull down her undies if they had been alone, but she felt brutally conscious of the fact that gorgeous Eve St. James was standing beside her. And Ian’s partner, who seemed to be Eve’s Dom.

“That is not going to work,” Eve whispered.

But Serena tried. She wiggled and squirmed until she had the panties to her knees, and she felt triumphant as she passed them to Jake and smoothed her skirt down. She’d done it. She’d gotten those panties off and she hadn’t flashed her cootchie. Yeah. Topping from the bottom could be fun.

Jake took her underwear and proved he didn’t have any problems with self-consciousness. He put them right up to his nose and took a long whiff. Serena watched, a little horrified and a little turned on.

“God, you smell so fucking good, Serena.” Jake tucked the underwear in his pocket and frowned. “Now find your position.”

“I told you it wouldn’t work,” Eve said with a sympathetic smile.

Damn it. He was forcing her into a corner. If she got on her knees and spread her legs, she would be open to the viewing public. And if she refused, she would hate herself. It was just a pussy. She’d written the scene a thousand times. A pussy was just a pussy, and it wasn’t like hers was horrible looking. She’d shaved. Sure, it had been awhile, but she no longer looked like Sasquatch. She could do this.

“Serena, I’m waiting.”

“What if I’m not pretty?”

He laughed, a surprised sound. “If you’re not pretty, I’ll give up my left nut. Seriously, Serena, if that’s what you’re worried about, then find your position and let me and Alex put your mind at ease.”

“I can give you a girl’s perspective,” Eve offered with a smile. “I’m totally not into the girl-on-girl thing, but I know an attractive pussy when I see one.”

It was ridiculous. It was silly. It was precisely why she’d written that first book, because it was also real. She suddenly felt freer than she had before, and she dropped to the ground, spreading her knees wide. She placed her hands palms up and felt the cool air of the room on her feminine flesh. She was open and bare and strangely powerful.

“Serena, you aren’t pretty, baby. You’re beautiful. Isn’t my sub gorgeous, Alex?” Jake’s words were like warm honey, heating her up and making her feel sweet.