Page 58 of Entangled Mafia Princess

She exhales and whispers, “Yes, Sir.”

I untie the bucket, then remove all her rope bindings as well as the hood. Checking in on her, I look into her eyes.

She meets my gaze. “I need to sit down.”

Sweeping her off her feet, I carry her to a sofa and set her down with her legs over my lap.

She puts her head on my shoulder. “That was…wow.”

“How’s your pussy doing?” I ask.

“Sore—inside and out.”

Without thinking, I stroke her hair. “Not bad for daddy’s little princess.”

I’ve put subs through more intense activities, but for some reason, I enjoyed the scene with Casey. I shouldn’t, given that she’s the daughter of my enemy, a man who stole from me and killed one of my best men.

She reminds me of the cat in the alley. Which is absurd. One lives a harsh life on the streets while the other is a privileged young woman who probably overestimates herself because she hasn’t had to suffer.

But I can change that. I can bring some suffering into her world.

Chapter eighteen

Casey

I can’t believe I made it through all that without using my safe word. I came close to using it two or three times. The rough fucking had brought tears to my eyes. But it was so worth it. He felt so good inside of me. And I love it when my clit gets touched at the same time my pussy is full of cock.

That rope crotch business was something else too. After coming that first time, my clit was so sensitive, and even though the rope stood between me and the vibrator, I couldn’t take it. It hurt. And yet, through the pain, I managed to come. I amazed myself.

And now this, snuggled up to him, my legs over his lap, feels like the perfect ending to a perfect scene.

I had a sense, when I first laid eyes on him, that he might be the Dom I’ve been looking for. He did not disappoint. The prospect of what else he can do gives me goosebumps.

“Cold?” he asks, wrapping an arm tighter about me.

“Satisfied,” I sigh. “Did I really have eighteen pounds pulling on my pussy?”

“You did.”

“Where’d you even get the idea to do something like that?”

“When you’ve been around BDSM as long as I have, you see a lot of shit. Mostly I take what I’ve seen and just add my own twist.”

Wondering how many subs he’s had before, I ask, “You do that weight thing a lot before?”

“A couple times.”

“What’s the heaviest amount of weights you’ve used?”

“Thirty.”

My jaw drops. “That’ll slice a pussy in half!”

“Depends on the pussy and the thickness of the rope.”

I become silent in thought, trying to imagine how thirty pounds would feel. What else has he done to his subs? Do I want to find out?

Hell, yes!

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