Page 20 of Whatever Lola Wants

Lola turned to Richard. “Is that right?”

He nodded. “The boy likes the idea, and I’m open to it.”

“I was telling Richard about your experience in this area,” Michael went on. “I suggested you might be able to do a short scene with Jamie, to introduce them to it.”

“I’m open to that,” she replied cautiously. She turned to Richard. “We should discuss a few things.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll leave you to your negotiations. I had someone put a reserved sign on the medical room for you, just in case you decide to proceed.”

Doesn’t miss a trick, does he? Lola mused. “Thank you, Michael.”

He inclined his head slightly in acknowledgement before walking away.

Lola turned back to Richard. “How long have you and Jamie been together?”

“Just over three years now.”

A fairly long time, she mused. Long enough for the man to know his partner well. “And what are you looking for out of a scene tonight?”

Richard’s eyes, as dark a brown as Anna’s, were steady and clear. “Nothing heavy, just an introduction. Needles have been a fantasy for Jamie for a while.”

“And he’s unsure if the reality will live up to it.” She nodded, understanding. Sometimes the things that seem exciting in one’s head don’t translate well to reality. “Is it all right if I speak with him directly?”

When Richard nodded his permission, Lola turned her attention to the kneeling man on the floor.

She took a moment to look him over. He had the lean build of a swimmer, with plenty of firm, defined muscle, but not so cut that there was no layer of padding between skin and muscle. He was boyishly handsome, though he was at least in his late twenties. Blond curls haloed his head, and his blue eyes were clear and steady on hers. His expression was open and eager, his body language relaxed as he leaned into Richard’s leg. There was trust there, and affection.

Lovely.

“Jamie, would you like to do a needle scene tonight?”

He glanced up at Richard, got a nod of permission, then looked back at Lola. “Yes, Ma’am.”

She smiled at the formal address. She didn’t require her bottoms to address her so formally, but it was obvious Richard and Jamie had a relationship that incorporated certain protocols. “And you’ve never done needle play before?”

“No, Ma’am.”

“Have you done any form of blood play?”

He swallowed hard, and a hint of anxiety appeared in his gaze. “No, Ma’am.”

Her smile turned just the tiniest bit wicked. “Does blood bother you, Jamie?”

“No, Ma’am. At least, it never has. But I’ve never dealt with it in a scene, so I guess I don’t really know.”

“Thank you for being honest,” she said and his face lit with pleasure at the praise.

She turned her attention back to Richard. “Do I have your permission to stick some needles in your boy tonight?”

They both heard Jamie’s convulsive swallow. Lola kept the smile from her face with an effort and saw the amusement light Richard’s eyes. “I think that would be delightful.”

She nodded, enjoying the curl of anticipation warming her belly. “We should talk some more before we get started. First, is it all right if I send Jamie to take a shower?”

Richard raised an eyebrow at the request, but nodded and gave the leash he held a slight tug. Jamie immediately rose to his feet, and Richard reached up to unlock his collar. “Go take a shower, boy, and when you’re done, meet us in the medical room.” He glanced at Lola, and she nodded her agreement.

“Soap and water, and no lotion or oil after,” she said, directing her instructions to Richard.

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