Page 53 of Entangled Mafia Princess

Complying, she closes her mouth on the chain, which pulls her nipples back and up toward her. Standing behind her, I reach my hand into her G-string. She moans immediately. Holding her close, I fondle her slowly, making her wetter than before. With my other hand, I grasp her hair, pulling her head back, which in turn pulls on the chain. Her body quivers.

“I want you to come for me like the slut that you are,” I tell her as I curl my fingers into her. “Got that?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replies through gritted teeth.

While I slide my fingers in and out of her wet, sloshing pussy, I pull on her hair more. She grunts but angles her hips to allow my fingers deeper penetration.

“That feel good?” I ask.

“Mmm-hmm.”

I pull her hair till her head goes as far back as it can.

“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs through the chain.

Her cunt juices enable my fingers to glide easily, and I imagine my cock inside her, wrapped with her wet heat. Arousal deepens within me at the thought.

To keep her from getting accustomed to the tug on her nipples, I loosen my hold of her hair before yanking again. Her grunts get more high pitched. And then I feel her pussy spasming around my fingers. I release her hair as she convulses against me and strains against her bonds. The chain falls from her mouth as she cries out. Her body bucks against me before shuddering. I ease my hand from her crotch and place my fingers at her lips. She takes them and sucks on them weakly. I push my digits toward her throat, making her choke. She starts sucking harder.

“Thank you, Sir,” she says after I remove my fingers.

I run my thumb along her lower lip, making it glisten with her saliva. “How does your slut cum taste?”

“Delicious, Sir.”

Taking the chain, I yank the nipple clamps off. She screams. I untie her leg next and rub her to encourage the circulation to return.

“Ready for more?” I ask.

“Yes, Sir.”

I secure the rope before going to retrieve another cord, which I wrap around her left ankle. I throw the rope over the beam and hoist her leg into the air until her body is suspended parallel to the floor at just the right height for fellatio. But first, I get my set of Japanese clover clamps with weights.

“Since you dropped the chain, you get to try these,” I tell her as I crouch down to apply one of the clamps.

“Oh, fuck!” she cries when I allow the weight to fall free.

I attach the other clamp. “Fun, aren’t they?”

She gasps sharply before saying, “Yes, Sir.”

“Want them heavier?”

“No! I mean, no thank you, Sir.”

I tap one of the weights to make it swing. She whimpers through gritted teeth.

Standing up, I unbuckle my pants and yank them down along with my boxer-briefs. Taking out my semi-erect cock, I stroke it till it hardens more before pointing it at her mouth.

“Did you check the results of the tests?” she asks.

I had when I returned back to the room, though she wouldn’t know that.

“What if I didn’t?” I return. “And make you suck me off anyway?”

“Would you do that?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Either way, you wouldn’t know if I was telling the truth.”

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