Page 11 of Entangled Mafia Princess

“Yes.”

“I bet you play with your tits a lot.”

She smiles.

“Show me.”

She holds her breasts in both hands and pushes them up. She rolls them over her chest and squeezes them before playing with the nipples.

“Kiss them,” he tells her.

She gives each orb a smooch.

“Lick them,” he says next, “and suck those nipples.”

She does as instructed.

“Harder,” he commands when the nipple falls quickly from her mouth.

She scoops the bud back between her plump lips. Her boobs might be natural, but her lips have probably seen a syringe or two.

The Dom spanks her. “I said harder.”

She pulls the nipple further into her mouth.

“Now bite them.”

Carmen hesitates. He lifts a brow, and it’s enough to get her to comply.

“Harder,” he says again as she nibbles gently on herself.

She hesitates but bites down on her nipple.

“Harder,” he repeats.

She drops her nipple. ”Detener.”

I shake my head. Wouldn’t have used my safe word that early.

“Let’s try something else, then,” he says before finding some rope. “Kneel on the bench and put your hands behind your head.”

She does as he says, projecting her breasts forward. He wraps the rope around a breast, resulting in a deformed shape that starts to darken in color. I wonder if my breasts are big enough to bind like that.

He slaps the orb now shaped like a tulip bulb. She flinches. He binds her other breast.

When he’s done, he tells her to play with herself. “Show me how naughty you get when you’re by yourself.”

Carmen stuffs a hand into her thong and starts rubbing while he tugs on her nipple.

“Ever been hung by your breasts?” he asks.

Is that possible? I wonder.

Carmen shakes her head.

He angles a breast toward her mouth. “Lick the nipple.”

She sticks out her tongue to reach the nub. Her breasts take on a purplish hue.

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