Page 20 of Entangled Mafia Princess

“Why do you want to know?”

Forcing my hand down into her top, I pinch and pull her nipple.

“Ow, ow, ow,” she cries, squirming.

“Good subs don’t make me repeat my questions.”

“I haven’t kept count, Sir.”

I twist her nipple.

“At least twenty!”

“Or thirty?”

She squeals. “Maybe!”

I release her nipple. “So you’ve been a busy little slut. Your daddy know you’re this naughty?”

After catching her breath, she rolls her eyes back to look at me. “He does now.”

Damn, I think before answering, “Cute. Does princess have daddy issues?”

She falters for a moment, the look on her face telling me the answer.

“I’m looking for a daddy who’ll spoil his little girl,” she says coyly.

“I bet your real dad already does that for you. I’m not the spoiling kind. I’m the punishing kind, especially with spoiled brats.”

To my surprise, she licks her lips at that. Needing space to keep my cool, I stand up and take a flogger off the wall. She watches me with an excited gleam in her eyes.

I turn her head back toward the couple in the other stall where the man is pistoning his hips hard and fast. “Did you fuck that rough when you were with him?”

“Yes,” Casey acknowledges.

“You liked it?”

“Yes.”

“Is daddy’s little princess a pain slut?”

She turns her bright green eyes on me again. “You should find out for yourself.”

“I will,” I say, half to myself.

Holding the flogger in front of her, I let the tails caress their way from her breast to her bare shoulder before I pull back and slap the flogger against her thigh.

“Thank you, Sir.”

I hadn’t specified that she had to thank me. Maybe she can be a good sub after all.

Which doesn’t matter, I remind myself. Good or not, she’s going be the leverage I need to get my asset back.

“You wet yet?” I ask after warming her body with the flogger some more.

“A little,” she says.

“Spread your legs wider.”

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