Page 73 of Whatever Lola Wants

She worked her arms for several seconds, trying to loosen the knots or slide her wrists out from under the loops of rope. But they weren’t moving.

“Good,” he muttered and tugged on the rope again. “Nice bite.”

“Bite?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder.

His eyes were on her bound arms. “Hemp is rough enough that when you tie a knot, it bites—locks in on itself. Cotton and synthetic are too smooth. The knots can tighten down even after you think you’ve got them as tight as they can go.”

“Interesting.” And it was. Her experience with bondage was limited to cuffs and straps—she’d never really done much with actual rope. Her brow furrowed. “What about?—"

She broke off with a gasp when he yanked her hair, forcing her head back so she was looking up at the ceiling until he bent his face over hers. “I’ll give you a lesson on the various types of rope and why most of them suck for bondage later. Now get on your knees.”

His hands wrapped around her bound arms, keeping her steady as she lowered herself down. “All the way down,” he told her, and she rested her butt on her heels.

She concentrated on remembering how to breathe as he took up the second bundle of rope, looping it around her bound arms. The loose ends spilled down her ass to pool on the floor, then he picked up one end and began wrapping her ankle.

He was tying her ankles to her arms, ensuring that she couldn’t get off her knees, she realized, and the room suddenly felt a lot warmer.

He tugged on each ankle, slipping a finger between her skin and the ropes to make sure they weren’t too tight, then he stood and came around to stand in front of her. The smile on his face was wicked, dangerous, and satisfied.

“That’s a pretty sight,” he drawled, reaching down to run his fingers through her hair. He crouched down, sliding his fingers over her cheeks, her lips, her jaw. Down the sensitive skin of her neck, making her shiver, to the jutting points of her nipples, making her jerk. Down over the sensitive skin of her belly, the hollow of her navel, then his fingers were sliding through the river of wet between her thighs.

He caressed the damp folds for an agonizing moment, avoiding her swollen clit, then slid one finger deep inside her.

She moaned aloud, not caring if he knew how turned on she was. Not caring that it gave him the upper hand. Her cunt clenched down on his finger convulsively, and at this angle that one finger felt huge inside her. He thrust deep, callouses scraping over delicate tissues in a delicious pinch of pain that only made her clench harder.

His voice was barely audible, a rough murmur in her ear. “You like this.”

She slicked her tongue over dry lips. “What was your first clue?”

“Honestly?” His finger slid out, drawing up to rasp over her clit, and her hips tried in vain to follow. “When you saw the rope, your eyes went dark.” He leaned closer, flicked his tongue over her bottom lip before giving it a sharp nip with his teeth. “And I could actually see your pussy get wetter.”

He nipped her lip again and rose to his feet. He towered over her, making her feel small and helpless as he toed off his shoes and nudged them aside. He unbuttoned his shirt, his movements smooth and unhurried. She watched the play of muscles under his skin when he tossed it aside, the smattering of hair over his chest drawing her eye. It tapered down, forming a little happy trail that disappeared behind his waistband and made her mouth water.

His hand slipped into his pocket and pulled out a pair of EMT safety sheers. He tossed them on the pillow at the head of the bed, then his hands went to his belt. He unbuckled, unhooked, and unzipped so the slacks fell away and his dick bounced free.

Her eyes popped wide when she saw he wasn’t wearing underwear. “Were you free balling all day?”

He grinned and kicked the pants aside, then bent to peel off his socks. Tossing them after the pants, he straightened. “I worked from home today.”

“Still.” She swallowed hard as he came closer, his cock bobbing out in front of him like a divining rod. A divining rod, she realized, she couldn’t reach. She might be able to if she knelt up, but he’d made that impossible by binding her ankles to her arms. “Um. I see a problem.”

“I have a solution.” He reached down, grasped her upper arms, and lifted her into the air.

She squeaked as her feet dropped, yanking on her bound arms. She tightened the muscles in her legs and core to keep her calves pressed against her thighs, then squeaked again when he put her on the bed. And she realized, with the added height, that her face was now only slightly lower than his groin.

He wrapped one broad hand around his erection and the other around the back of her neck. “Now,” he rumbled, eyes gleaming. “Blowjob.”

“A deal’s a deal,” she said and opened her mouth.

The taste of him exploded on her tongue, and her whimpering moan had him pressing deeper. She opened her mouth wider, her eyes watering when he slid all the way to the back of her throat. She tried to raise her hands, jerking against the restraining ropes. She tried to move her head back, but his hand on her neck kept her in place, and she squeaked in panic.

He immediately backed up, his eyes locked on hers as he drew free. She panted for breath and he swiped a thumb across her lower lip. “All right?”

She swallowed and nodded. “Sorry. Panicked.”

“Take your time.”

She drew a deep breath and reminded herself that he wouldn’t push her harder than she could take. He’d stopped at the slightest sign of distress, checking in and reassuring her, and the knowledge calmed her panic. Her body, tense and rigid, went soft when she relaxed, and she he smiled.

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