Page 9 of Entangled Mafia Princess

As if she understands me, she shivers. I feel myself growing warm in her stare and wonder what her pussy feels like.

Want to know what I can do to you?

I start imagining the answer to my own question. Maybe I’d start by outfitting her in something more constraining. Heat pulses in my groin.

It takes her a little while, but she eventually comes. The Dom removes her handcuffs. Casey undoes the ball gag.

That’s it? I shake my head.

“Still just gonna watch?” Carmen asks upon her return.

Casey glances in my direction.

“Maybe,” I answer. It’s Casey whom I’m interested in, but I allow Carmen to sit at my table.

She gives me a smile with her wide lips. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“You didn’t?” I reply casually, still looking at Casey. “It’s ‘Asshole.’”

Carmen blushes. “That wasn’t meant for you.”

“The name suits me.”

She blinks, not sure how to react. Instead, she asks, “So, you a top, bottom or switch?”

“Top,” I answer. I haven’t been a bottom since my early days when I was first learning how to top.

“That top there,” I say, looking at Casey’s Dom. “He with her?”

“You mean Sean? He’s new here. And, no, he’s not with Casey.”

I watch Casey walk over to her bodyguard. “How do you know?”

“Casey hasn’t found a Dom she wants to be regular with, and she’s tried just about everyone who’s walked in here. I mean, she’s a total slut, even by club standards.”

“She hasn’t tried me.”

Carmen leans toward me and flashes her teeth. “That’s ’cause I got to you first. Luckily for you.”

I notice Casey watching me as Carmen reaches for my thigh. I catch her wrist and hold up her hand in a tight grip, making her gasp.

“I didn’t give you permission to touch me,” I tell her. “That’s a punishable offense.”

Chapter four

Casey

Deliberately choosing to walk by his table, I can hear Carmen. Her eyes widen, then her face softens. “Oh, so you’re one of those Doms.”

He releases her. “Ready for your punishment?”

She rises eagerly to her feet. “Yes! I mean, yes, Sir.”

His voice lowers. “Then let’s get started.”

I shiver, wishing that sexy baritone was aimed at me. I head into the changing room. My friend Aleisha must have just arrived and is peeling off her wool coat.

“It feels like twenty degrees out there!” she complains.

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