The Men With the Golden Cuffs(59)
“Where are you, Serena?”
She smiled. “Green, Sir. I’m fine.”
“I’m glad because I am absolutely green, Serena. I want this.” His hand came down on her ass, the sound smacking through the room.
She squealed. She couldn’t help it. That single smack lit up her flesh. Heat and a jangle of pain rushed through her system. Jacob’s hand came down again. He struck twice, and then a third and fourth and fifth time. He moved around, never hitting the same spot twice. She squirmed on Jake’s lap, and she felt his cock twitch.
“Where are you, baby? It’s your first time. We can take it slow and easy.”
She breathed in. The heat was sinking into her flesh, endorphins rushing through her system. Her backside hurt, but her skin was on fire, and it wasn’t all pain. “I’m good.”
“I need to hear the word, Serena.” Jake’s voice was calm, but she could hear the undercurrent. He wasn’t an aloof participant. He was barely leashed, and his cock was a hard line against her stomach. She’d made him hard. She wiggled her ass a little and felt his cock jump. “Now, Serena.”
“Green, Sir.” She was completely sure now. She heard the fine edge to his voice, knew she was the reason he sounded that way.
His hand came down again, this time right on the crease of her ass. “Little tease.” He smacked her again and again. “You like the fact that I’m hard and ready for you, don’t you, baby? You like teasing the big bad Dom.”
She squealed just a little because he wasn’t holding back, and he wasn’t playing politely. He didn’t merely spank and get the whole thing over with. He seemed to sink into his role, reveling in her flesh. He slapped at her ass and then gripped it as though he could hold the heat in. He parted her cheeks, and from his primal growl, she thought he liked what he saw there. His hand would trace down the line of her spine before jumping out and slamming down again. He kept her on edge, waiting to see what he would do next.
“You’re not thinking about anything but me now.” The satisfaction in his voice let her know it wasn’t a question. He spanked her, five times in rapid succession. She’d lost count, but he hadn’t. She felt strangely relaxed. Her submission had somehow given her permission to enjoy this in a way she couldn’t have before.
He stopped, frustrating her completely. His hand dipped lower. “I can smell you.”
She breathed in, and the room smelled like sex. She was so wet, wetter than she’d ever been in her life. Jake’s hand teased at the edges of her pussy, dipping in and retreating.
“Jacob, please. I’ve never wanted anything the way I want this.”
“What do you want, Serena? Be very specific.”
“I want you.” She wanted him, and she wanted Adam, but Adam wasn’t here right now. It was just the two of them, and Jake was so close. It seemed wrong to not get closer. She wiggled, trying to tempt his finger inside. It wouldn’t be enough. She knew that. She would just want more, but anything was better than the slow tease he was giving her now.
He slapped her ass, once on both cheeks. “Don’t you try to control this. This isn’t yours to command. It’s mine. And I asked you to be specific. What part of me do you want? Do you want this finger?”
A single finger played at her pussy, whirling around and sinking deep. Serena gasped.
“Is that all you want? You want me to finger fuck you?”
If she said yes, it might be all he did. He was forcing her to ask for what she wanted. He wouldn’t let her off easy. It was a part of the exchange for Jake. He wanted to hear it from her. It also forced her to accept responsibility for her actions. It made her Jake’s partner. “No. I don’t want your finger.”
She wanted more. She wanted everything.
He pulled his finger free. She whimpered, missing its warmth. She heard him suck the finger into his mouth. “Fuck, baby, you taste so damn sweet. Maybe you want my tongue. Do you want me to eat your pussy? Do you want me to lick your clit and suck it into my mouth? Do you want me to shove my tongue up your cunt and fuck you that way?”
She shivered. He smacked her ass again, but he was playing now. Her discipline was over, but the torture wasn’t. The idea of Jake’s mouth on her pussy lit a fire in her, but that wasn’t what she wanted, either. Not now.
“Answer me.” He slapped at her thigh.
“No. That isn’t what I want.”
“Tell me, Serena. Tell me what you want.” He moved, pulling her off his lap. She found herself on her knees between his legs, looking up at him. His face was flushed, his shoulders squared. He looked so dominant and masculine that her eyes slid away. His hand came up, tilting her chin to face him. “You tell me what you want. Don’t you mince words with me.”