Page 10 of Whatever Lola Wants (Odyssey #2)
She let Richard continue to croon and stroke as she reached for the sharps container, then simply waited, holding her weight completely off Jamie now. She knelt quietly until Richard lifted his head, until Jamie’s eyes, drenched and dazed, met hers again.
“Ready for them to come out?” she asked.
He drew a deep breath and nodded, and she felt his body brace.
“I’ll be nice and slow,” she told him, and slid the first one free.
Little dots of blood bloomed where the needle had been.
She dropped it into the sharps container and moved on to the next.
She slid them out, one by one, disposing of them into the container until the only ones that remained were the crossed pairs she’d leaned on so heavily.
“ Jamie , Richard ,” she said and waited until they looked at her. “ You both might like to see these.”
She pulled the next one free and held it up. It was bent nearly in half by the pressure she’d put on it. She watched Jamie’s eyes widen and winked at him. “ Making paperclips, remember?”. She glanced at Richard , noted the gleam in his eye as she dropped it into the container.
She showed them the others as they came out, then set aside the container. She ripped open an alcohol wipe. “ This will sting,” she warned, and swiped it quickly over the wounds to clean them.
Jamie hissed out a breath as alcohol once again hit the rapidly closing wounds.
“All done,” she told him with a smile, and eyed his chest critically. Small beads of blood had appeared in a few spots, but he wasn’t bleeding. Within half an hour the tiny holes left behind by the needles would be completely closed. “ Are you ready to try sitting up now?”
Jamie nodded. She slipped off the table, landing lightly on the floor to one side while Richard moved to the other, and together they helped him sit up.
“Stay there for a minute, get your bearings,” she told him, and waited patiently while Jamie steadied himself.
After a few moments, he nodded again. “ I can get up.”
“Sure?” She examined his face carefully, then smiled, satisfied by what she saw. “ Okay . Swing your legs over and slide down. Take it slow,” she cautioned, and between her and Richard , they got him on his feet and over to a low sofa against the wall.
Lola helped Jamie sit, then left Richard to settle in beside him while she fetched a blanket from one of the cabinets. She dug a fresh bottle of water out of the cooler in the corner and twisted the top off before handing it to Jamie , wrapping his fingers around it to be sure he had it.
“Got it?” she asked him, and waited for his nod before she let go. She glanced at Richard . “ You good?”
Richard nodded and gathered Jamie close, cradling the boy’s head against his chest. “ I’ve got him.”
“Good enough.” She rose to her feet. I’m going to clean up while you two catch your breath. We’ll talk in a little while.”
Simon watched Lola move around the room, scooping up discarded plastic and paper, wiping down equipment, and putting her kit back together.
The crowd in the gallery began to drift out, people chattering quietly about the scene in hushed tones to make sure they didn’t disturb the aftercare taking place below.
He looked up as someone moved close to his side. “ Michael .”
“Simon.” Michael’s eyes twinkled as he watched the cleanup. “ What did you think of the scene?”
Simon tried to come up with some eloquent words, but all that came out was, “ Fucking hell.”
“Well said,” Michael agreed. “ I’m definitely going to ask her to do a demo, perhaps even teach a beginner’s class. After tonight, I believe there will be enough interest to warrant one.”
“You’re not kidding,” Simon muttered. He’d glanced around at the other spectators when Lola had lowered herself back down to kneel once again after essentially doing a crouching handstand on Jamie’s chest. His hadn’t been the only hard dick in the room.
“Can I assume you’ll attend?”
Simon kept his eyes on Lola . The room put back to rights, she was once again crouched in front of the sofa, speaking softly to Richard and Jamie . “ Needles aren’t really my thing.”
Michael ran his tongue around his teeth and glanced pointedly at the tent in Simon’s pants. “ Really .”
Simon smothered a laugh. “ Surprised me, too.”
“She’s an intriguing woman.”
“She is,” Simon agreed, then frowned. “ Not submissive, though.”
“No, I think that’s clear. But she is a switch. Perhaps you’ll find an area of mutual interest.”
Simon’s frown deepened. “ Maybe .”
“She’s filling out the submissive forms.”
Now Simon glanced at his friend. “ Is she?”
He nodded. “ She finished in the rest, but she decided to do those at home. She didn’t wish to rush through them.”
Simon stared at his friend for a moment, then nodded. “ Good to know.”
“Just don’t take too long, my friend.” Michael clapped him on the back. “ Judging by the conversation flowing around the room tonight, she won’t be hurting for potential play partners for long. On either side of the aisle.”
Simon scowled at Michael’s back as his friend walked away.
Jamie and Richard were standing now, both of them smiling as they chatted with Lola . The two men turned toward the door, Richard supporting his young partner with a strong arm; the boy was still slightly wobbly on his feet, no doubt riding an endorphin high.
Lola started to follow them out of the room, her bag hitched over her shoulder, then turned to glance around one more time. Checking to make sure nothing got missed, nothing got left behind. As she turned to leave, her gaze lifted to the gallery. They locked eyes, and she stilled.
Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks pink with the rush of blood under the skin. The narrow strip of torso exposed by the lowered zipper was dewy with sweat, and her nipples were hard, poking against the slick vinyl of her catsuit.
She was aroused, pumped on the energy from the scene. He knew that feeling, the rush of having taken someone on a journey of pain and pleasure. It was the ultimate power trip, and for most tops, there was nothing more arousing.
Her lips curved into a slow smile, then she pursed them into a kiss. Then she slipped out the door. And he knew, submissive or not, there was no way he was going to walk away.