Again I want to thank you for reading anything for Lola. This episode concludes Season 2, but please don't worry because Season 3 will start soon. And like the previous premier, be ready for a POV Switch. Q&A-What do you think will happen next for Lola? Please leave me your theories in the comments, and don't forget to drop those Gems.
Nathan - on the early morning of Friday, the 1st Finally sober, I call Lola, and of course, she doesn't answer. Bitch is making me angry; it's been two days, and she hasn't come to her senses. How much longer is this going to take? Fuck, she's racking up another sound beating. I will get fired if I don't get ready for work today. Having to take a day off due to Lola's freak-out has made this job take longer than it should. Trying to track her down got me nowhere, but I left her a surprise to clean up when she got home. Thankfully, the day ends with a bang, plowing into Brandy alongside Daniel. This slut loves taking us both. But the more I indulge, the more I need Lola. Her pussy would be so much better. The weekend is much the same as I drink, fuck, and calling Lola constantly. When I get nowhere, I pound out my aggression with random girls that Daniel finds for us. But Lola never leaves my mind as my dick is rightfully sucked and fucked. Early Morning of Monday, the 3rd Waking
Damien - on the afternoon of Monday, the 3rd I growl, waking to Justine’s mouth firmly sucking on my cock. I grab her hair quietly, trying to make her stop, but Lola’s hand reaches out to halt me. She turns my face to hers, kissing me passionately to say hello. “You were poking me in the ass, and Justine got jealous. Even told me to make sure you don’t stop her either,” she says, biting my lip. I’m only fueled more by her words and feel the veins of my cock thumping. Justine hums wildly, sucking on me faster. The look in Lola’s eyes says she also wants to join, throwing back the covers. “Justine, you’re paying for this later,” I declare while enjoying the ride. I know this is how she likes to wake up in the morning, and I’m surprised she’s been good up until now. When I feel Lola moving, I get even more aroused. Biting her way down my chest, causing me to buck at Justine’s mouth, they only giggle in approval continuing their temptations. When Lola’s at my pelvis, Justine and her
Lola - on the Evening of Monday, the 3rd I still can’t believe this is real. I have had good mornings, but today is one of the best. Simply waking up to an aroused Damien makes me happy, as he always leaves before I can say hello. Justine says he does it so I don’t get uncomfortable. But he feels good laying behind me with a hard cock. It even makes Justine horny for him, and I must play along. “Are you sure he won’t get mad,” I ask her bashfully. “He’ll love it, just follow my lead and tell him not to stop me,” she whispers. Justice mentioned that Damien likes oral sex but refuses to ask for it. That’s hot, and I want to change his mind now. She goes under the covers, and Damien soon wakes with a primal growl. He playfully threatens revenge. We happily take turns ravaging his cock, twice. Not a treatment I will give just any man either. After that, he rewards us with our orgasms under a warm spray of water. I don’t know how I prefer to get clean with them. A sensual bath or a pl
“Want to be my kitchen helper? I could use the extra hands,” I asked, tickling his neck. “Anything for you, Lola,” he twirls me to the song, and we start. Damien helps by putting on some pots of water to boil, “You know the in-house chef can do all this,” he offers. “But I like to cook and want to do it. Also, no one enjoys food more than you and Justine, so you should let me.” That makes Damien happy as we kiss passionately, and he finally agrees. But his face shifts from a smile to a frown. That can’t be good. “I do have something to tell you and hope it doesn’t sour your mood,” he says humbly. Damien rests his forehead on mine, slowly caressing my face and being incredibly careful of my bruises. He sighs, pecking me one more time. “Uh oh, what did he do this time?” I ask knowingly. The conversation leads to Nathan’s attempt at finding me through Damien. Today, he’s called Justine’s firm repeatedly. Mia said the same thing about the diner. What is it with him and messing with
Justine - on Tuesday the 4th Ever since bringing Lola to the loft, I have been on fire. I want to touch or kiss her constantly. She looks good here, and I don’t want that to change. Damien, too. When I came home yesterday, they were cuddling on the couch. It was adorable. I’m sitting at work today and must keep from pulling up the camera feed to watch her. I don’t want to invade her privacy and alone time. But it was like this yesterday too. I want to be with her, not at work. However, the time away is suitable for both of us. Lola can think more clearly without me distracting her. With that thought, I do my work. I’m reviewing a film about one of my finished property upgrades, needing the official seal of approval. The documents are cut and dry. But seeing Nathan showing the improvements made me pause the video. To be sure, I pull up Damien's Agency file for him. Sure, enough comparing his info, he was the foreman for the job. I hate that I paid him while he hurt my Lola daily. T
Lola - on Wednesday the 5th Waking up alone is sad this morning. Justine and Damien needed to be in the office for international business. They told me last night, but I forgot. I playfully tried to keep them in bed with me longer, using kisses. But they still left around two o’clock when I couldn’t keep my eyes open. On the plus side, they will be home early, and I have a distraction planned today. Markum is coming over for training. With that thought, I get up, shower, and dress in my practice clothes. I can’t believe it’s only been a week since the breakup. Looking in the mirror, the bruises are all but healed on my face. There's only a mild green and yellow discoloration now. I thought it would take much longer than this to look like myself. That ointment works, and I must thank Gio for it. Dinner tonight will be the perfect opportunity to show my appreciation. They love food, making it a win for me. Other than Justine and Damien, they have taken the most care of me recently.
Damien - on the Morning of Thursday, the 6th The week has been fantastic with Justine and Lola. It’s not always about sex, but when it is, it’s glorious. And waking up to them is even better. I feel like a king. However, this morning I must fend off Justine’s advances to not wake Lola. She settles for kisses before finally getting out of bed. Justine is free for most of the day after her international calls. I laugh when she mentions not going into the firm because her rear stings. I know Gio will be happy when I tell him later. It’s two o’clock, and I lay there a bit longer, snuggling with Lola. Her soft breathing has me relaxed and unable to move. Instead of making my calls, I form a plan to make breakfast and fall back to sleep. Waking up again at six o’clock, I first order pecan shortbread cookies for Lola. To be hand delivered when she gets up. I know she will enjoy the surprise. After Justine finishes, she comes into the kitchen, trying to rub against me while I cook. Thoug
Justine - on the afternoon of Thursday the 6th I can’t believe Damien shrugged off having morning sex to make his demands for the day. The cheeky bastard knows I’m not too fond of this toy. This stupid g-spot egg vibe with no clit stimulation is simply torture. Though it will be worth it to have fun with Lola. Helping her with the vibrator is a riot. Damien chose a petite anal plug, and it will be agony. I know she’ll enjoy it, in any case. She loves trying new things. Even joining in my punishments was the best feeling, and I love her for it. “Why can’t I get the g-spot one?” she whines. “You know we can’t trade that will only make it worse. Besides, Damien will go easy at first,” I reassured her. “It’s when he isn’t gentle that I’m worried about,” she says bashfully. “Just breathe. You’ll do great.” Lola does have a right to be concerned. I know that plug hits hard. I prepare her for what to expect, yet she still giggles in the car to the pulses. We get scolded for our behavi
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Now that my dress is in a crumpled heap at my feet, Justine’s hands graze every inch of my exposed flesh taking off my bra and underwear. She electrifies her touch with light scratches and nibbles. The sensation makes me purr wildly. “It’s my turn to get you naked,” I grin and attack her with my hands and mouth. I unzip Justine’s dress working it off her shoulders. When I kiss her skin, it ripples with bumps, and the garment falls to the floor. She’s wearing matching black lace lingerie, but I can’t be bothered to appreciate it. On a mission, I reach between Justine’s supple mounds, undoing the single clasp and freeing her perfect breast. She discards the lace as I drive my mouth to her pink nipple. I flick it with my tongue, making her moan. I bite my way across Justine’s chest while working my hands into her waistband, slowly inching her underwear off. She grunts my name when they hit the floor. I step back to admire Justine’s beauty, and we stare at each other’s nakedness. Soon
Lola - on the evening of Monday, the 31st Nervously watching out the window, Justine shows up shortly after the police leave. Damien talks with a Guard I haven’t met yet, while she makes her way to me in the office. She bursts into the office to find me. “Lola, sweetheart, are you all right?” she takes my face in her warm hands. “Yes, I’m fine. Can we go?” I ask sheepishly, looking away from her. I feel embarrassed that this was my first day back, and it was a mess—no doubt they won’t let me work again. I’m sure it will make Justine and Damien happy when I agree that this was a mistake. “Of course, Lola, let’s take you home,” Justine says with a kiss on my cheek. “Wow, home. I haven’t been there in a while,” I whisper, hoping she doesn’t overhear. Justine’s wide smile confirms she did, and she pecks me again. She has been taking such good care of me that I forgot about my apartment. There isn’t much there, but it is my home. Everything I am sits inside those walls, but my heart
Lola - On the morning of Monday the 31st In the morning, I’m woken up by Justine trying to convince me not to go to work. Her mouth is latched onto a nipple while she stimulates my clit with her fingers. Purring through the ecstasy, I plead for mercy. Damien is no help, instead demanding I stay still while Justine negotiates. She is talented in her argument, bringing up good points with her tongue. She even consults with Damien to hammer out the final bargain. “It’s time for payback,” I moan through an orgasm. “Does that mean you are staying home?” she asks through kisses. “No, but you can try and persuade me again,” biting into her breast. After our exhausting bedroom tussle, I take a solo shower to prepare for the day. Justine and Damien don’t like the idea but are letting me go back to work. I haven’t had to do anything for over a month and need some normalcy to my routine. When I get out, I find my work uniform laundered and ready for me on the bed. I gasped, seeing it so re
Lola - on Sunday the 30th These three weeks at the Villa have been fantastic despite the reason for being here. Gio even let me cook last night. I had to be extra convincing, though, reminding him he let Damien cook. “So a Guard gets to defile your kitchen, but I can’t?” I pout, being sarcastic. “You, Miss Lola, are asking for it,” Gio shakes his head. “Yes, I am. I’m asking to cook.” Grinning, Gio smacked my behind for being a brat. But I won in the end. I made Carne Guisada meat pies with charro beans, rice, and bacon-wrapped chorizo-stuffed jalapenos. And a Flan for dessert. I am famous for this meal, and Gio listened intently while I shared my recipe. I even showed him a technique for not using toothpicks on the bacon. I’m sure he knows how to do this himself but still humored me, even taking notes. “This looks like an excellent comfort food addition to my menu.” “Your Welcome, Gio,” I wink, “And thanks for letting me cook,” I say, nibbling on a jalapeno popper. Everyone e
Lola gets a smack to her ass from Damien, making her squeal. She moves away after another light kiss, and I straighten myself. “I said no touching, Lola,” Damien’s shaking his head, holding out the chopsticks again. “To be fair, sir, I couldn’t resist and can’t say it won’t happen again,” she teases, earning her another smack. “I will tie you to the chair and feed you myself if you do it again,” he promises her with a kiss. The room giggles at her crimson blush. Starring at me, I know she wants to misbehave just to get the lovely torture. I slowly shook my head no at her. She pouts, sitting down, taking the chopsticks, and eating another piece from my thigh. “If I have to behave, then so do all of you,” she says, pointing to each of them. “Anything for you, Lola,” Gio responds before Markum and Damien can protest. She smiles, wiggling in her chair. Damien’s devilish grin has me giddy lying here. Hovering over me, he scoops up a piece of sashimi, saying it’s delicious. Markum and
Justine - On Saturday the 22nd Another week passes with Damien being a slave to us. Not once has he faltered, showering us in his comforting embrace. No more sulking as he watches us sleep, and he doesn’t leave in the early morning. Lola’s better now for it, no longer having nightmares or panic attacks. She hasn’t needed a sedative since her stand on the matter. Her bruises are fading but can still be covered with make-up or scarves. Damien removes them every chance he gets to kiss her nape apologetically. I think it’s the only reason Lola wears them. And Damien falls for it every time. I love him more now that I see his relationship with Lola. Damien’s perfect for her; she loves him too. Even if she hasn’t said it, I see it. We have that in common. Regardless of how we handle emotional stress. Lola is resuming her training and insisting that Markum and Damien help her. I’m so proud. I have joined in on occasion, but not today. It’s firearms training, and she needs no distraction
They haven’t noticed me, making my mind flutter. I want them both and need to set the pace. Grabbing my ointment, I skipped to Justine with a smile. She applies it softly to my sore spots, kissing me after application. She’s happier now than she has been all week. This is how it’s supposed to be. Glancing at Damien, he’s watching us with a cheerful grin. “Do you like my pj’s?” I ask him while wiggling my hips. Damien’s smile widens; I know he does. He picked them out after all, and he’s perked up below, making me grin when he replies, kissing my forehead. “Yes, Lola, you look beautiful.” “You do, my love. Are you ready for bed?” Justine asks, kissing my shoulders. “As long as we are all in it, then yes,” I say while looking at Damien, and he nods. “May I tuck you in?” he asks with another kiss on my hand. “Yes, sir,” I bashfully grin at his tempting look. He growls, scooping me up and placing me under the covers tenderly. He does the same for Justine and then fluffs the comfor
Lola - On the Evening of Saturday the 15th I let in Gio and Markum at the special knock. I’m happy to see them, but I was expecting Damien first. I try to hide my disappointment by cuddling with them in the doorway, asking what’s for supper. “It’s a surprise and will be along shortly my dear,” Gio says with a grin. “Lola, you look adorable,” Markum says while Gio helps me twirl. “Thank you, but where’s Damien?” I shyly ask. “Last I saw, he was getting ready,” Gio says with a kiss on my hand. I take a deep breath to calm my anxiety. They wouldn’t lie to me, and I must be patient. Gio pours us some mixed drinks, and I sit to relax with them. Markum’s telling a cute story about Gio when he’s interrupted by another knock. The door opens, and in comes the food trolley being pushed by Damien. He does look handsome and clean-cut compared to earlier, but his servitude makes me furrow my brows. “Dinner is served,” he says proudly. “No. That’s not what I meant. I wasn’t punishing you, D