Page 25 of Whatever Lola Wants

Because the minute he’d seen her, he’d gone stiff as a pike.

He shook his head in wonder. He wasn’t attracted to dominant women. So what the fuck was going on here?

Lola ran a gloved fingertip lightly over her handiwork. Four needles on either side of his chest, with the last of them forming a cross an inch above each nipple. All her focus was on Jamie now—his breathing, the light sheen of sweat coating his skin. She noted that while he still held them, his fingers were no longer clenched white on the Velcro straps at his sides. His eyes were no longer glassy with pain, but slightly unfocused, and the tension had faded from his face. He looked almost peaceful.

And just behind her buttocks, she could feel the hard ridge of his cock straining against his shorts.

“Jamie, can you give me a color?”

She watched his eyes struggle to focus on her, blinking slowly. The corners of his lips tipped up in a sweet smile, and she laughed. “I see that smile, Jamie, and while it is a lovely sight, I need to you to tell me. What color are you?”

“Green, Ma’am,” he said, his voice slightly slurred, eyes soft and dreamy. “I’m green.”

“Yes, you are,” she murmured, her fingertips stroking his cheek. She glanced up at Richard, noted he was smiling as well. “A little more, then, Jamie. Okay?”

“Okay,” he sighed, and she laughed again.

“You’re in la-la-land, my darling.” Her eyes twinkled. “Let’s see if we can bring you back to Earth. Do you like music?”

“Hmmm? Yes, Ma’am. I love music.”

“Eyes on me, Jamie.” She put some steel into her voice as his eyelids started to drift closed. They popped open again. “I want to play a little game.”

“A game?” he replied, brow furrowed slightly as he struggled to concentrate.

“That’s right,” she crooned, her fingers drifting down to stroke his sternum. “Your daddy’s going to turn on some music for us.”

Richard nodded and stepped over to the panel on the wall.

“Here are the rules, Jamie. The song he’s going to play is one, you know. You know all the words, and I want you to sing along with them. Can you do that?”

He nodded. “Yes. Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good boy.” Pleasure beamed out of him at the approval in her voice, making her smile. “While you’re singing, I’m going to play with the needles in your chest. I’m going to push you, Jamie, and it’s going to hurt. Do you understand?”

A touch of anxiety crept into his soft eyes, and he swallowed hard. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“While I’m pushing, you’re going to be singing. And when the song is over, our scene will be, too.” She raised a brow. “It’s three minutes and thirty-two seconds long. Can you stand the pain for that long?”

Determination tightened his mouth, and he nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“All right, then.” She nodded at Richard. “Begin.”

Kristen Chenowith’s voice filled the room with the opening of What Is This Feeling?, and Jamie’s eyes lit with recognition. Lola drew in a deep, centering breath, then let it out. She waited until Richard was back in his position at the head of the table, his gloved hands resting lightly on his submissive’s shoulders. She gave him a slight nod, then bent low over Jamie. “Sing.”

He opened his mouth, his rich tenor melding with Glinda and Elphaba’s voices as she laid her hands on the needles piercing his chest. She grasped a hub in each hand and pushed, rotating the needle and twisting the flesh, dark joy flooding into her as his voice rose with the pain.

“Louder,” she said and twisted harder. His body arched under hers, pitching her forward slightly. She shifted to keep her balance, and the pressure steady.

She felt the lovely bloom of power in her chest, a buzz in the blood, and her lips peeled back in a sneer. “Don’t you stop singing, boy.”

He wailed his way into the chorus, and her low laugh filled the room.

Jesus fuck, look at her.

Jamie was arching under her, his voice rising and falling with the music as she twisted the needles without mercy.

He couldn’t look away.

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