Page 8 of Entangled Mafia Princess

Well, now this is interesting, I think to myself as I watch her get out of her car and knock on the metal door of the building. There’s no signage or any indications that the building is anything but a warehouse, but I know what’s on the inside.

“Casey, Casey,” I purr, “what would Daddy say if he knew?”

The door opens, and Casey and her bodyguard slip inside. Judging by the confidence with which she approached and entered the building, this is not her first time here. After waiting a minute, I step out of the car and knock on the same metal door.

A man opens the door. “Purpose?”

“Just watching tonight,” I reply.

“Price is the same whether you play or not. You have an account with us?”

I take out several hundreds from my wallet. “This should cover it.”

The last time I was here, several years ago, the price of admission had been around forty bucks.

The man grunts and allows me passage. After stepping inside, I walk through black curtains to an area illuminated by glowing red lights. A nondescript beat pounds in the background for the patrons as they lounge, writhe, or play. This particular BDSM club specializes in voyeurism. Everything is done out in the open. Several large “stalls” line one side of the building. Tables and chairs spread out along the other side. I’ve been to this club twice because a woman I had been seeing worked here, but otherwise, I prefer the exclusivity of The Lotus or the vibrancy of The Cross.

I choose the table near the middle. Spotting Casey’s bodyguard, I wonder if the guy has ever leaked to Callaghan that his precious princess is into kink. I’m guessing not when the bodyguard begins to flirt with another man. From the research I read on Callaghan, the man has made significant donations to organizations advocating “family values” and against gay marriage. The club might be a secret Casey and her bodyguard share.

A woman wearing a leather mini skirt, fishnet top and lashes so long and thick they are obviously fake, stops at my table. “Hey there, hot stuff. You here alone?”

I take in her attractive curves. Sex would be a nice distraction, but I need to remain focused if I’m going to get my asset back.

“Just watching tonight,” I reply.

“I’ll check in later—in case you change your mid. Name’s Carmen, by the way.”

She reaches out a hand encased in fingerless gloves. Not wanting her to return, I ignore her and keep my gaze on the stalls.

“Your loss,” Carmen mutters as she walked away. “Asshole.”

Unperturbed, I prop my ankle over my knee. A few minutes splayed over my lap and Carmen would soon realize it was her loss.

Just then Casey appears. She has on a red satin bustier and matching thong. Five-inch stiletto heels make her slender legs look long. Handcuffs encircle her wrists. A ball gag separates her lips. She has a nice figure, though I like my women fuller in the ass.

Her Dom, wearing black leather pants, walks her to one of the stalls and pushes her down on all fours over a large square ottoman.

“Get that ass higher,” the Dom commands.

From my viewpoint, I can’t see her backside, which she lifts, though I have an unobstructed view of her face, which is what I prefer at the moment.

The Dom raises the crop he holds and whacks her on the ass. Casey barely flinches. She wiggles her backside, inviting the next spank, which her Dom delivers. The crop falls several times on her buttocks, which are probably a nice shade of pink by now, but I’m unimpressed. The handcuffs Casey wears haven’t served much of a purpose so far. If they had been applied behind her back, they would at least cause some discomfort.

The Dom reaches for her breasts and tries to squeeze one through the bustier before unzipping his pants and angling his cock between her thighs.

The guy’s done with the foreplay already? I would have had my sub near tears before I considered sinking into her.

Once inside Casey, the Dom starts thrusting away like a teenage boy. She grunts and looks almost bored. In fact, she’s scanning the audience as if trying to find something of interest. Her gaze meets mine.

I stare back at her. That’s right, princess, I’m looking at you.

At first, she looks a little affronted, which she shouldn’t be if she’s a regular here, then she looks intrigued.

The Dom slaps her ass a few times, but the scene is basically vanilla to me. She keeps my gaze until, with a croak, her Dom comes. After stumbling away, the guy finds a vibrator and holds it to Casey’s pussy.

She finds me again.

You wouldn’t be so lucky if you were my sub, I say through my gaze. You’d have to work much harder for me. I’d make you a slobbering mess before I let you come, and you’d love every minute of it.

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