Page 22 of Whatever Lola Wants

“Shouldn’t be.”

Lola nodded. It was rare for someone to have no triggers, so she’d keep an eye out. “So you know what to expect, I’m going to stick to his torso—his upper chest, specifically. I’m also going to keep things non sexual.”

The brief look of surprise that crossed his face was quickly followed by relief. “I’d prefer it.”

“Does he have a favorite song? Something he knows all the words to?”

Richard grimaced. “Anything from Wicked.”

She almost laughed at the look on his face. “I can work with that. Is there any way we can play music in here?” She could get it on her phone, but it was locked in her locker, per club rules.

He gestured to a small screen on the wall. “You can program music for the room on that panel,” he said, looking pained. “You’re not going to play the whole soundtrack, are you?”

She laughed. “No, I’ll pick a single song, and I’m only going to play it at the end. Not a fan of musicals?”

“He’s obsessed with the play, and now with the movie…” He shook his head. “I hear it all the damn time.”

“You can take it out on him later,” she suggested, and nearly laughed again when he brightened. “I’m going to program the screen, so when he comes in, go ahead and get him on the table. Face up.” She paused. “How do you think he’ll do with restraints?”

Richard frowned, considering. “He does fine under normal circumstances, but it might be a bit much for this first time.”

She really didn’t want to risk his hands interfering. “Will he keep his hands out of the way if you tell him to?”

“Yes.”

She nodded at the absolute certainty in his voice. “Good enough, then. Oh, you should dig out a pair of gloves.” She pointed to the cabinet that held various medical equipment. “If you need to touch him to reassure him, I’d rather your hands be gloved. Just in case.”

She heard the doorknob turn with a creak and immediately strode over to the screen on the wall. She listened to Jamie’s soft voice responding to Richard’s more commanding one, heard the rustle of plastic as he got situated on the table.

She found the song she wanted fairly quickly and programmed it to play at the push of a button. Satisfied with the plan, she turned and strode to the table where her bottom waited.

“Hello, Jamie.” She smiled when she saw Richard had replaced the collar round his boy’s neck, and eyed his frame laid out on the table. His feet rested comfortably on the end, and there was plenty of room on either side of his narrow torso. Perfect. She could be—literally—on top.

“Did you follow instructions in the shower?” she asked.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She suppressed a satisfied chuckle at the lovely quaver in his voice. His body was slightly tense, but though she read anxiety clearly in his face, there was no fear.

She ran a finger down his torso, checking for herself that he’d applied no oil or lotion after the shower. “Very good. A couple of questions before we begin, Jamie. Are you allergic to anything?”

He nodded, his eyes locked onto her face. “Aspirin, Ma’am.”

“Nothing else?” she asked and waited until he shook his head. “Good. I’m going to concentrate our play tonight on your upper torso. Is that acceptable to you?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“What’s your safe word?”

“Red, Ma’am.” He swallowed heavily, the leather collar flexing with the movement. “I use yellow if I need a break.”

“Excellent. Use either if you need them, all right?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. Since we don’t know each other, your Daddy is going to stay with us during the scene.”

Jamie’s eyes sought out his Dom, relief and gratitude flooding his expression when he saw how close Richard was. “Thank you, Ma’am. Thank you, Daddy,” he whispered.

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