Page 57 of Whatever Lola Wants

“Be naked when I get there.”

He walked away to gather his equipment, the way her eyes had widened at his command warming his blood.

He strode into the locker room to get the duffle bag that held his gear, and was headed back out again when he ran into Michael.

His friend eyed the toy bag. “Find a willing submissive?”

Inwardly, Simon winced. This could get awkward. “In a manner of speaking.”

He saw instantly that Michael understood.

“Ah.” Amusement lit his face. “So that’s the way of it.”

Simon fought the urge to shift uneasily. “We’ve played before. Privately,” he elaborated at Michael’s questioning look.

Michael nodded. “I didn’t think she was your type. Judging by the play partners you’ve taken lately, I assumed you were interested in a more…traditional D/s relationship.”

“I am,” he said and wondered why the assertion sounded false to his own ears. “This is just a scene.”

“Hmmm. Well, then, I wish you good luck.” Michael clapped him on the back. “And let me know how it goes, will you? I’m interested in exploring the non-traditional.”

Simon forced a casual smile. “Sure,” he said and strolled out of the locker room, leaving Michael behind.

CHAPTER NINE

Lola found the second floor space with no trouble, thankfully empty, and it was easy to see why it had been dubbed the wrestling room. The entire floor, except for a two-foot square section just inside the door, was covered with tumbling mats, as were the walls, all the way to the ceiling. Thick and bouncy, they provided ample padding for wrestling—or other contact sports.

The possibilities were delightful.

Aware that Simon was on his way, she bent to remove her spiked heels before stepping onto the mats. Shoes in hand, she moved away from the door to disrobe. The zipper on the side of her dress ran from bodice to hem, saving her the indignity of having to wriggle out of the form fitting latex; one quick glide of metal teeth and it fell open to drop away from her body. She scooped it up, then took off her necklace. She carefully folded it into the dress before setting it aside. She shimmied out of the tiny thong and shivered as cool air washed over the damp, heated flesh of her bare pussy.

She didn’t know what Simon had in mind, but whatever it was, she hoped it included fucking her.

She took a step, her feet sinking into the cushy padding, then bent her knees and bounced.

She looked up when the door opened, still bouncing in place, and Simon stopped inside, that predator gaze finding her immediately.

He laughed and shut the door behind him. “I thought you’d like this room.”

“Bouncy,” she replied and bounced again.

He set his bag down on the square of bare floor just inside the door and crouched to unzip it. “Don’t worry, you’ll be doing plenty of bouncing. Come on over here.”

She walked towards him, putting just enough spring in her step to enjoy the give under her feet. He chuckled and pointed to the edge of the mat. “Kneel.”

Her brows shot up, but she went gracefully to her knees. They weren’t in scene yet, and normally she wouldn’t put herself in such a submissive pose at the beginning of play. But he said he’d read her forms, and they’d talked before about how she liked to play. So she’d give it a minute to see where he was going with this.

His eyes warmed with approval. “Thank you. I know kneeling isn’t something you normally do. But I wanted to talk for a minute before we get started, and I wanted to see how you’d feel in a traditionally submissive posture.”

“I don’t feel submissive, if that’s what you’re asking,” she replied.

He nodded. “Do you feel uncomfortable, physically or mentally?”

“No.”

His eyes flicked from her eyes to her mouth, examined the set of her shoulders, the relaxed splay of her hands on her thighs, and she knew her body language was telling him the same.

“Good.” He shifted slightly to face her squarely, his crouched position putting them almost at eye level. “On your forms, you indicated that moderate pain is something you enjoy. What about more intense pain?”

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