Page 29 of Whatever Lola Wants (Odyssey #2)

They walked into her apartment, pizza—with anchovies—in hand. “ That’s what you want? A blowjob?”

He set the pizza on the kitchen counter. “ Yep . That’s my price. You don’t want to pay it, you’re going to have to get me a new pizza.”

Her eyes sparkled as she plunked her purse down next to the pizza. “ I’m just surprised, that’s all. You can get a blowjob pretty much any time. Why waste a deal on something you already get?”

His smile was sharp and wicked. “ This blowjob will be special.”

She narrowed her eyes, suspicious of the evil glint in his. “ Okay , what are you up to?”

“Are you taking the deal?” he countered.

She crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow. “ I’d be a pretty bad lawyer if I took a deal without getting the details.”

He shook his head. “ You’re going to have to trust me.”

She huffed out a breath. Sneaky Dom , bringing trust into it. “ That’s a low trick.”

“Yeah, but it works.” He grinned and leaned back against the counter.

She wanted to throw the pizza at his head. But her panties were already getting damp, and damn him, he knew it. “ The deal is a blowjob, right? That’s the only sex act you’re requiring I perform?”

“Anything else would be at your discretion.”

She almost snorted. If she was blowing him, she was going to want more. Hell , he wouldn’t even have to ask. “ Where would this take place?”

He snorted when he realized where her mind had gone. “ Here , in private. No spectators, no other participants. Just you and me, sweetheart.”

“Hmmm.” She considered him. He definitely had something up his sneaky sleeve, and he wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it.

The trouble was, she was already so turned on she was having a hard time wrapping her mind around what he might be thinking.

Her cell phone chimed in her purse, signaling an incoming text, but she ignored it, her eyes narrowed on his.

“ My hard limits and safeword still apply.”

“Always,” he said immediately. His gaze was steady on hers, intense and probing. “ Do you trust me?”

She threw suspicion aside and went with her gut. “ I do.”

Heat flared in his gaze, heat and pleasure and something that looked like gratitude. Then he was yanking her into his arms, taking her mouth in a fierce kiss.

She moaned into his mouth, lifting her arms to wind around his neck and press herself closer as desire heated her blood.

Her phone chimed again, the sound faint under the roaring in her ears as she wiggled closer, pressing her hips into his, and tried to take the kiss deeper.

She moaned again, this time in frustration, when he broke away.

“Don’t try to distract me with that hot little pussy,” he chided. “ I want my blowjob.”

She blinked. “ Before pizza? Don’t you trust me to keep the deal?”

“Oh, I trust you, but I’m more horny than hungry.” He scooped the pizza off the counter and tucked it away in the fridge before swinging her up into his arms and heading down the hall to the bedroom. “ We can heat up the pizza after.”

“Pizza never tastes right heated up,” she grumbled, just to be contrary, and earned a nip on her ear.

“Deal with it,” he suggested, and tossed her onto the bed.

She bounced on the mattress, stifling a giggle as she sat up and painted a scowl on her face. “ I don’t believe manhandling me was part of the deal.”

“Baby,” he said with a grin, “you ain’t seen nothing yet. Strip .”

“Strip?” Her heart began to pound. “ I don’t need to strip to suck your dick.”

“You do this time,” he countered, eyes glittering. “ I told you. Special blowjob. Get naked.”

She began unbuttoning her blouse, her fingers moving quickly over the tiny mother-of-pearl discs. She tugged the tails out of the waistband of her skirt, then slipped it off.

His eyes gleamed appreciatively at the frothy pink lace covering her breasts. “ Nice .”

She rose to her knees on the bed to unhook her skirt. A swift tug took it down over her hips, revealing the matching thong.

“Very nice,” he murmured.

She sat on her butt to work the skirt past her knees, kicking it aside along with her shoes, then stood in the matching bra and panties. The way he was watching her made her feel both powerful and vulnerable, and the contradiction was making her head spin.

She slowed down, determined to make him wild.

She unhooked the bra with deliberate movements, letting the straps slide down her arms as it fell forward.

Flicking it away, she hooked her thumbs in the thin strips of lace over her hips and worked the panties down, giving a little shimmy of her hips to help them to the floor.

She stepped out of the undies, nudged them and the bra aside with her foot, and smiled. “ Naked . Sir .”

Eyes sparkling with a combination of laughter and lust, he took his time looking her over.

Her nipples tightened, her muscles subtly quivering under his regard.

Her thighs rubbed together, growing slick with the moisture that dripped from her pussy as her need grew. He saw the small movement and smiled.

“You know, for someone who’s not submissive, you sure get turned on by these ‘traditional’ situations.”

It’s not being submissive. It’s you . She cleared her throat. “ Must be something in the air.”

“Must be,” he murmured.

He gave her a last, lingering look, then strode over to her closet. She frowned. “ What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer, just pulled open the door of the walk in and disappeared into the racks of clothes and shoes. She was on the point of following him in when he reemerged. When she saw what he held in his hand, her eyes went wide.

“Where did you get that?”

He undid the knot on one of the bundles of wheat colored ropeas he strode toward her. “ I stashed ‘em in one of your winter boots last week.”

Her mouth dropped open. “ Seriously ?”

His eyes flashed with triumph. “ I knew you wouldn’t look there. You said you were done with shoes that covered your toes until at least October .”

She licked her lips. “ Why did you stash bondage rope in my closet?”

“So I’d have it handy for just this occasion.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “ You planned this?”

“Sweetheart.” He was openly laughing now. “ I’m a Dom . I plan everything.”

She stifled the urge to roll her eyes; her butt was still tender. “ What’s your plan for that?” She nodded to indicate the rope in his hands.

He came to a stop in front of her. “ Bondage blowjob. Put your arms behind your back, hands on your elbows.”

Bondage blowjob? Jesus . She thought briefly about refusing—no wonder he’d gotten her to agree before springing this on her—but a deal was a deal. That was, she told herself, the only reason why she obediently put her arms behind her back and grabbed her elbows.

Yeah, right. It has nothing to do with how wet your pussy just got.

As he walked around behind her, she rubbed her thighs together again.

“I saw that,” he whispered in her ear.

She wisely kept her mouth shut.

Chuckling, he began to bind her arms. Her right wrist to her left forearm, left wrist to right forearm.

The rope had looked rough, and it felt rough, but not harshly so.

Hemp rope, she realized as the sweet, grassy smell tickled her nose.

The type of choice for rope tops, and especially suspension tops.

He finished binding her arms and stepped back. “ Wiggle a bit,” he told her. “ Try to get out of that.”

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.