I dip my head and rake my teeth over the ink. Then I suck on the skin till she gasps. “No more tattoos,” I decide. “Not unless I’m the one giving you them.”
I lift up and move so I’m level with her face.
She watches me through dazed eyes.
“You’re not reckless, Lola. You want to prove to yourself that you can be good?”
She bites her lip, denting the soft pink flesh before slowly nodding her head.
“You can follow rules as well as the next person. Trust me. I’ll show you just how good of a girl you can be for me.” Arousal flares in her hazel eyes.
I use the pad of my thumb to pull her bottom lip free and brand her mouth with a kiss, then I sit back up.
“Take off my shirt,” I order.
Lola rolls her eyes. “You know, being good is easy when you’re on board with all the rules.” She pushes herself up to kneeling and unbuttons my shirt.
I stay quiet, knowing full well she’s not going to likeallof my rules.
Lola draws the checked material off my shoulders. A sweet whimper parts her lips before she dips her head, trailing kisses over my bare chest.
I catch her hair in my hand and tsk as I pull her back. “Did I say you could do that?”
Her forehead wrinkles adorably. “No fair. I want to touch you.” Her fingernails graze my stomach on her way down to my trousers. She flicks the button open before I chuckle and snag her wrist.
“But you’re being a good girl, aren’t you Lola? So, you won’t.”
She groans but stops fighting me. I let go of her wrist and ping the elastic of her thong.
“Knickers off.”
Lola slides the black silk down her thighs.
I’m a man enrapt. The sight of her pussy bare in front of me, her curls damp with arousal, has my cock straining against my trousers.
Lola dangles her knickers of her finger. “You know they’re called panties, right?”
I raise a single brow. “Does that mouth of yours need something to occupy it?”
Her eyes glaze, her breath a heated rush. “Yes. Please.”
Of course that would be her answer. Lola Ford has never not risen to a challenge. I push my thumb between her lips and let her suck. Pleasure shoots straight to my cock and I have to backtrack before I come in my pants like a horny teenager.
“Lie down,” I say, trying to take back control of the situation. “Palms against the bed.”
Lola does as she’s told, and I trace my fingertips across her stomach. She squirms, her hands gripping the sheets.
“I’m not going to tie you up,” I say, “but you’re going to be a good girl and keep your hands exactly where they are.”
She flattens out her palms and opens her mouth to say something but I cut her off.
“You’re also not going to talk unless I tell you to.”
Her eyes narrow but she presses her lips together.
I slide my hands under her head and spread her hair, so it’s fanned out around her, purple strands and all.
“Look at that,” I marvel when I’m done. “Who would have thought, a quiet Lola Ford.”
