Page 50 of Entangled Mafia Princess

“If that’s what you want, Sir.”

After I finish up the shinju style chest harness, I toss the rope over the beam and let it dangle behind her.

“You’re going to stand on one leg and bend the other,” I instruct.

She wobbles as she complies. She’ll regret wearing such high-heeled shoes.

Using the other end of the rope, I bind her right ankle to her upper thigh. Going back to the bag, I retrieve a shorter cord of rope, which I use to bind her wrists together.

“Like that?” I ask when I’m done.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now comes the fun part.”

Chapter fifteen

Casey

“I’m already having fun,” I say. And it’s true. I love how the rope feels against me. It’s just the right amount of tightness. I’ve always wanted to be with a Dom who is well-versed in rope bondage. I once came across a guy who seemed to have a lot of skills in that department, but he was older and faintly resembled my father, so I took a pass.

The hood is cool too. There’s something naughty and titillating about being objectified – when I want to be objectified. When I haven’t given permission, that’s another story. But, Jack can objectify me all he wants.

“You’re a tease, aren’t you?” he responds. “A slutty little tease.”

I grin.

He slaps me hard across one ass cheek. “You know what I like to do with slutty little teases like you?”

“I’m excited to find out.”

He spanks me hard again. “Sir.”

“Sir,” I add.

“You have any heart conditions or other health issues I should know about?”

“No, Sir.”

His hand encircles my throat from behind, and the reality of being in a private room sinks in. It’s just me and him. He could do anything he wanted to me, and I wouldn’t be able to stop him. The thought is both thrilling and a little scary. But Jack seems like a responsible Dom. He wouldn’t have pressed me on the safe word if he was just going to do whatever he wanted.

Plus, I assume that Chase is not too far. Though I didn’t actually see him drive up to the club, and he won’t be able to get in without an invitation, there’s really no need for me to be paranoid. Most women don’t have to drag around a bodyguard wherever they go.

Jack reaches his other hand between my legs, caressing my wetness to flow. He notes, “So wet already.”

That‘s ’cause you turn me on like crazy.

But with his hand firmly about my throat, I don’t feel like voicing my thoughts out loud.

He rubs my soaking G-string into my pussy, then moves his grip from my throat to my mouth and nose, cutting off my air. The first several seconds don’t bother me, but then my body writhes, seeking air. I bump against the hardness of his body. He lowers his hand, and I gulp in air. His other hand continues to fondle me between my thighs, causing my clit to swell.

Before I catch my second breath, he covers my mouth and nose again. I focus on the delicious tingling in my crotch, the warmth spreading from my groin, and last a little longer this time before I start whining and twisting. I try breathing through his hand. My body strains harder.

He releases me. I exhale with relief and draw in a long breath.

“We’re going to go longer this time,” he tells me.

That was already longer, I want to point out. But I behave. I manage to get in a breath before he cuts off my air again. It’s not any easier holding my breath, though. I savor as much of his caresses as I can before my mind has to focus on the more urgent need to breathe. Firmly, he holds me to him, my head pressing against his shoulder. I love feeling him this close to me.

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