Page 28 of Entangled Mafia Princess

“Or we could go for crisscrossing marks,” I muse aloud of the potentially more damaging strokes. “I could carve your ass up good with an angry, messy caning.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Not wanting to go too extreme on our first play together, I avoid crossing my strikes. After several more applications of the cane, she has tears in her eyes. On the ninth strike, I expect her to use her safe word, but she’s stronger than she looks. I reward her by increasing the vibrations of the egg and allow her to enjoy it for a few minutes without inflicting the cane on her.

“Can I come, Sir?” she asks.

“Not till we’re done.”

I whip her ass.

“Ten!” she whimpers.

The next one makes her scream loud enough for others in the middle of their own scene to stop and look our way. After the twelfth smack, I wonder if I will have to tie her up more to keep her in place. She pummels the ground with her feet on the thirteenth blow.

“Sh—!” she almost swears at one point.

Her derrierre, crimson from the paddling, now bears streaks of deeper red from the caning.

“You should see how incredible your ass looks,” I say when we are nearly done.

She cries out each time as she counted eighteen, nineteen, then twenty.

“Can I come now?” she says, her voice trembling.

In response, I crank the vibrations to its highest setting. “Yes.”

With a silent cry, she comes undone, bucking and flailing against the bench. I ease the vibrations down to a simmer.

“Want to come again?” I ask.

“Yes, sir,” she answers after a shaky breath.

Still holding the remote in one hand, I grab the flogger with the other and place the handle between her thighs. “Make yourself come.”

She grinds herself against the handle, rubbing her clit over the flared bottom. I increase the vibrations. She gives a rapturous groan and bears down harder on the flogger, grunting and grinding her way to her climax. I send her over the top by turning the vibrations to its highest setting. Her body strains, then shakes.

“Oh, god…” she squeals, her buttocks lifted as if trying to escape me, though it was the egg inside her that’s causing the overwhelm of sensations, and she can’t escape that.

I keep her in that elevated state of orgasm for several beats, with her eyes clenched shut, her body taut, before releasing her by turning down the vibrations and eventually off.

A final shiver goes through as I extract the egg. I gaz at her ass, admiring my artwork. I hadn’t expected to go as hard as I did with a partner I’ve never played with before, but she didn’t use her safe word. I can’t help but feel a little impressed.

Seeing a tendril of hair has fallen between her lips, I lift it out of her mouth. “Not bad for a princess.”

Casey lays still on the bench, her eyes still closed. “Thank you, sir.”

“They have any aftercare products here?”

“Aloe vera but it sometimes stings,” she murmurs as I undo the rope around her neck. “I have my own stuff anyway.”

“Happy birthday, princess,” I say after untying her arms.

She straightens but doesn’t pull up her panties and jeans, still bunched above her knees. “We’re done?”

I pick up her corset and hand it to her. “Yes.”

She wraps it around herself and zips it up. “I thought you were going to make me suck you off?”

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