Page 59 of Entangled Mafia Princess

Remembering one of the topics we talked about last night, I ask, “You ever done a kidnapping role-play?”

He pauses. “Why, you interested?”

“It sounds like fun, the stuff you said yesterday. Maybe you and two of your friends accost me in a parking lot and throw me into the back of a van. I’ll struggle, of course, but you guys tie me up and have your way with me.”

He doesn’t respond right away, and I think maybe I’ve gone too far by including additional people in the fantasy, but he was the one who mentioned friends in the first place.

“Would that really turn you on?” he asks.

“Totally.”

He’s silent once more. Am I coming across too slutty? Do I really want to be gangbanged by people I don’t know? Yes and no. Mostly yes.

“As long as no one has STDs,” I add. “Maybe it’s best everyone wears a condom.”

“Then what happens?”

I muse aloud, “Maybe you put me in a cage. I’m your sex pet to use and abuse.”

“Do I make you sleep in the cage too?”

“I don’t know. Sleeping in a cage won’t be comfortable, but it fits with the sex pet scenario.”

“Or I could lock you up in a locker or a chest. Take you out when I want to play with you.”

“Mmmm, that sounds sexy too. Just no coffins. I’ve seen that done on TV too many times.”

We’re just talking, but I’m encouraged. Maybe this means I’ll get to play with him again.

“So what do you think?” I prompt, sitting up so I can look into his eyes. “Wanna do it?”

He stares at me long and hard. His silence isn’t a great sign.

“Didn’t I live up to expectations?” I ask. “Wasn’t I a good sub for my Master?”

“Pretty good,” he acknowledges. “But I’m not looking for a long-term partner.”

“I know. Neither am I. I’m only here for winter break, then I’m gone, back at school. You’ll probably never see me again unless you decide to be a regular at Club de Sade.”

“You really want me to kidnap you?”

“Just for the night. Unless you want to go longer.”

He looks away. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

Why did he say that? Is it because he thinks I’m not up to whatever he can dish out?

I lift my chin. “Try me.”

He turns to look back at me, and I almost feel like he’s looking at that stray cat from the other night, with a touch of pity.

“I’ll think about it,” he says.

I know better than to push it too much. I don’t want to come on too strong, so I accept his answer.

For now.

Chapter nineteen

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