The Men With the Golden Cuffs(75)

Her eyes roamed his body, stopping on the freshest of his scars, a puckered, circular scar in the center of a neat, surgical one.

“It looks like someone didn’t underestimate you.” Her voice sounded small as though she was just understanding his job was dangerous.

“Oh, no, this is courtesy of a man who definitely underestimated me. He also got the jump on me because I was attempting to save Grace at the time.” He caught her hand and brought it to touch the scar on his abdomen. She needed to understand. “This is who I am, Serena. This isn’t my only scar. This was a bullet to the gut.” He moved her hand to a silvery scar on his chest. “This I got in Afghanistan. If you look at my back, there’s a knife wound from some close quarter fighting in Iraq.”

She touched a small scar over his left brow. “And here?”

He smiled. “I was ten, fell down at boarding school. I think I was trying to climb over a fence I wasn’t supposed to climb at the time.”

“I don’t care how many scars you have, Adam. I think you’re beautiful.” Her chin came up as though she was just daring him to deny her.

So sweet. She was beyond what he needed. She was practically perfect.

“I think you’re gorgeous, sweetheart.” He leaned over and kissed her, putting his mouth on hers, reveling in the way she softened under him. “Now turn around and let me do what I need to do. You want both of us, don’t you? You have to know we won’t take you until you’re ready. We don’t want to hurt you.”

She nodded and turned back, finding her previous position. He could tell she was nervous by the tight lines of her body. She might have written this scene before, but she’d certainly never performed it. He was going to give her a whole new perspective. Helping Serena explore this side of herself would bind them all together. It would be the gift they gave each other.

She shivered a little. The water was still hot, so Adam chalked it up to nerves. He lubed up the plug. Once it was in, she wouldn’t be nervous again. She would know that it was just a necessary discomfort, and after the first few minutes, it wouldn’t even be terribly uncomfortable.

He pressed the plug to her rosette and began to work it in. He moved in little bursts, gaining an inch here and there and then pulling back, fucking her ass gently. Her back moved, her hands clenching, but she didn’t protest or try to pull away.

“How are you doing, Serena?” He pushed the plug in, her anus fighting him, but slowly opening.

“I’m fine. I don’t know if I like it.”

He couldn’t help but smile. He gained another inch, the plug beginning to sink into her bottom. “What if I told you it’s an acquired taste, and once you’ve acquired it, you’ll never want to go back. It’s dark and dirty and so fucking intimate. You’ll want one of us in your pussy and the other in your ass all the time.”

Her breath shuddered out of her chest. “I hope so because I’m on the fence right now.”

He sighed as the plug sank in. He pressed all the way in, the curves catching on her anus and holding the plug in place. The sight of the rosy plug seated deep in her ass made his cock jump again. Soon that would be a cock, and she would be full of him and Jake. But for now, he could still please her.

“Are you all right, sweetheart?”

Her head nodded. “Just do it, Adam. I can handle it.”

“It’s done. You’re nicely plugged.” He tapped the plug and watched her spine jump.

She stopped for a moment as though trying to judge the truth of his words. “Oh. I can feel that.”

He tapped the end of the plug again, and she reacted by shivering and giving him a little moan. “See. Not so bad.”

She stood and took a long breath. “It’s not bad. I can handle it. I can.” The smile that crossed her face had him grinning, too. Only his Serena would look at the act of taking a plug up her ass as a life lesson.

He reached for her hand and guided it to his cock. “Can you handle me now, sweetheart?”

Her eyes darkened as she looked down at her hand on his cock. She ran her fingertips over the head of his cock, making him shudder. Her fingers were like little butterflies on the flesh of his cock. It felt amazing, but he wanted more.

“Grip my cock, Serena.” He hardened his voice. His style might be a little softer than Jake’s, but he was still in charge.

Serena’s hand tightened.

“Yes, that’s what I want.” He gritted his teeth. Fuck, she felt good and he hadn’t gotten close to her pussy yet. Her hand ran from the bulb of his cock down to the base, exploring every inch of him. She had a little smile on her face, an expression of feminine power. He loved that look. It was different from the shy girl he’d met at first. This was what Serena could be when she was well loved. She would know her power, revel in it. He pressed his hips forward. “Harder, love.”