Lola
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His hands moved to my back, and he freed me from the rope.
As I sagged against him, my chest heaved against his, my breath coming in slow and long drags.
He rubbed his fingers down my back. “How was it?” His voice was so soft, I couldn’t believe he had been the one ordering me around since morning. “Was the rope too tight? Did I f**k you hard?”
I managed to push myself so I could see his face. A soft smile formed on my lips. “You are nicer than I thought. No one would believe you’re so good at giving orders.”
He arched his brows. “I love being in control, but I also love when my partners enjoy it,” he said.
“Yes, I loved it,” I said. “I love every aspect of it.”
“Are you saying that because you truly love it?” He stared at me, his fingers still running down my spine. “
