Page 49 of Entangled Mafia Princess

She seems intrigued. “Yeah?”

From my bag, I pull out a black leather hood. “You ever wear one before?”

“No, Sir. I’ve done blindfolds before but not a full hood.”

“You claustrophobic?”

“I don’t think so.”

“We’ll find out in either case.”

I walk over to her with the hood. Her breath goes uneven with excitement. I place the hood over her head. It has a corset style closure from the top of the head to the back of the neck.

“How’s it feel?” I ask as I pull on the laces to make the hood fit more snugly.

“I like it, Sir.”

Aside from two holes for the nostrils and an opening for the mouth, the hood covers her whole head. I buckle the collar around her neck and reach around her front to grab a breast. “You remember your safe word?”

She grumbles,” Yeah.”

“What is it?”

“Can I have a new safe word?”

“No.” I smack her across the breast. “That’s for forgetting to say sir.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“What’s your safe word?”

“Maeve, Sir.”

I turn her toward the center of the room. “You’re going to take about five steps forward.”

After she’s in place beneath a beam, I go back to my bag and retrieve a cord of rope, which I fold in half.

“How’s that ass of yours doing?” I ask as I wrap the rope, leading with the looped end, around her chest above her breasts.

“Good, Sir.”

“Is it still sore?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You think it could take more tonight?”

By her pause, I guess that it’s not something she wants. But I know she wants to impress me.

“Yes, Sir.”

I wrap the rope below her breasts. “You ever had to use your safe word?”

“No, Sir.”

“Would you like to tonight?”

Her breath stops. I ask not because I intend to push her hard enough that she’ll use her safe word, though it may come to that. Just putting the idea into her head that I might will get her pulse quickening.

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