Page 62 of Whatever Lola Wants

Ruthless, demanding, his tongue thrust into her mouth, stroking and licking with devastating skill. She moaned into his mouth, need and want and deep, dark desire swirling through her.

He lifted his head slightly, his lips still brushing hers. “Just two more left,” he reminded her, and slicked his tongue over her lower lip before nipping with strong white teeth.

Oh, God. She’d forgotten the labia clamps. Her whimper of distress made his eyes light with delight.

“You’re gorgeous like this,” he whispered and with a final nip of her lip, slid down her body.

She felt him lick at the side of her breast, still aching from the clamps, then at the soft skin under her belly button. He lifted the vibrator from her clit, pressing a forearm across her pelvis when her hips automatically tried to follow it.

“Open,” he commanded and she obeyed, spreading her thighs wide, and cool air washed over heated flesh wet with arousal. He brushed a finger lightly over one clothespin, making it wobble, and she let out a high whine.

She lifted her head and looked down between her legs. He was lying on his stomach, broad shoulders keeping her thighs apart, his gaze intent on her exposed pussy. “So pretty,” he murmured, his gaze flickering up to her face before returning to the sight before him. “Red, and wet, and look at this.” He stroked a finger over her clit, hard and sticking up out of its hood, and her hips bucked against his restraining forearm. “Needy, greedy girl.”

His gaze flicked to her face again, eyes gleaming with evil intent. “Brace yourself,” he warned and lifted the first clamp.

She felt the instant of relief before the pain bloomed, pulsing through her tender flesh in sharp waves of agony. She arched, choking on the scream, then it burst free when his mouth came down on her clit.

His tongue swirled, stroking all around the sensitive nub before clamping down and sucking. One long finger pushed hard and deep into her pussy, curling to stroke firmly against the front wall of her cunt, and she felt the return of pleasure in an almost painful rush.

Then his finger slid free, his mouth lifted, and the other clothespin came free.

Again she felt a moment of relief followed by blazing agony, then his mouth was there again. Stroking and licking almost delicately before clamping down hard and sucking, and this time he thrust two fingers into her.

He didn’t stop, fingers pumping in and out, moving in time with the rhythmic sucking of his mouth. Her body bent in a powerful arch as pleasure built, higher and higher, the weight of it heavy in her pelvis until it burst free. Waves of pleasure washed over her, her body bucking under the lash of it, her cunt pulsing around his fingers over and over until finally, every bit of pleasure wrung from her body, she went limp.

She lay on the mat, skin slick with sweat, unable to move. She barely twitched when she felt his fingers slide free of the clasp of her body, didn’t stir when he pressed a gentle kiss to the bare flesh at the top of her mound. She felt him move, but didn’t have the energy to open her eyes to see what he was doing.

The sweat drying on her skin made her shiver, then she sighed with pleasure as the fuzzy warmth of a blanket settled over her. The mat under her shifted, then his arms came around her. He drew her into his body, her head finding the hollow of his shoulder as he stroked her back, her arms, his hands heavy and sure. Contentment settled over her like the blanket, and she let herself drift.

Simon stroked her back gently, his hand going to the firm curves of her ass before sweeping up again. He could feel her breath on his skin, her slowing heartbeat thudding against his ribs. She was nearly asleep, and no wonder. Between the game and the orgasm, her body was worn out.

Continuing to pet her, he frowned. He’d figured on fucking her after he got her off, but even though his dick was still rock hard in his jeans—he probably had an imprint of his zipper on it at this point—he was content to simply hold her. He considered rolling her to her back, shoving her legs back, and pounding into her, but while he knew she wouldn’t object, neither did she have the energy to participate.

He huffed out a soft laugh. Well, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d gone to bed with blue balls.

She stirred, lifting sleepy eyes to his face. “What?”

He stroked a finger over her cheek. “Nothing. You ready to try getting up?”

“Um.” She blinked slowly. “I guess.”

“There’s no rush,” he told her, smiling at the thoroughly befuddled look on her face. “Bet you could use some more water, though.”

She nodded. He reached for the bottle he’d set aside before, and helped her to a seated position. Scooting over slightly, he positioned her so her back rested against the padded wall beside the door, keeping a firm hold of her shoulders until he was sure she could sit up on her own.

When he was sure she was capable, he tucked the blanket securely around her shoulders and wrapped her fingers around the water bottle. “I’m going to clean the room.”

“I can help,” she began, but he shook his head.

“Your job is to sit there, sip your water, and breathe.” He tapped her chin. “You’re not the top this time, remember?”

She smiled sheepishly. “I remember. Sir.”

“Good girl,” he praised and pushed to his feet.

He set the room to rights quickly, scooping up the scattered clothespins and replacing them in the pouch before putting it back in the toy bag. He used the spray bottle of cleaner and the paper towels provided to wipe the mats clean of sweat and other fluids, making sure the room was ready for the next player.

He glanced at her periodically as he went about the task, noting her increasing alertness. By the time he disposed of the trash and replaced the bottle of cleaner, she looked almost completely recovered.

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