The Madam (21 page)

He grunted, “Fuck…you’re tight.” He licked
his hand and smacked her ass. I reached for his pants and grabbed
his belt. It made it swoosh sound as I roughly pulled it from the
belt loops. Once it was free, I snapped it on the ground, Mika’s
eyes averted back to me and he groaned. I snapped it again and that
time it got Layla’s attention.

The trepidation was engraved all over her
beautiful face.

“Do you trust me?” I questioned with a
certain edge to my tone.

“Yes, Madam,” she immediately responded, not
giving it a second thought.

I gripped her wrists together above her head
and looped the belt around them, tying it as tight at it would go.
Her breathing escalated and I held her forward to hold her still;
Mika began to slide in and out of her. At first, he was gentle, the
louder her moans grew the harder he fucked her.

I repositioned myself to the side of her
body, laying the length of her. I slipped the toe of my shoe
beneath the belt between her wrists, and straightened my leg to
keep her body stiff. I put my fingers in Mika’s mouth and then
lowered them to her clit. I manipulated her body and when she’d
start to spasm, I pushed my leg further, stretching her body and
stopping the shaking of her impending orgasm.

I was an asshole.

Her legs started to tremble; she was close. I
looked up at Mika as I used my other hand to push two fingers into
her pussy.

“How do you like being fucked in every hole,
Layla?” he antagonized.

“Awww! Oh fuck, please don’t stop, please
don’t stop,” she repeated, over and over again.

She was soaking wet and seconds later, she
came with such force that she pushed my fingers out of her. Mika
let her ride out her orgasm and then pulled out of her. He removed
the belt and dismissed her. She happily obliged.

I looked him square in the face. “Who the
fuck do you think you are breaking up my good time? I wasn’t done
with her. You need to realize where your place is, Mika. I don’t
need to keep reminding you.”

“No, Angel…you need to realize that all this
bullshit of Madam isn’t going to work with me. Now bend over the
desk and stick out your ass. You have been a very bad girl. You
know what happens to bad girls, I have always shown you. I think
you are the one that needs to be reminded,” he stated, walking
toward me. He grabbed the belt from the floor and whipped it for
effect.

I didn’t move an inch and with the belt in
his hand, he lashed it at my thigh. “Move!” He shouted. I cringed
having to follow orders, but I knew Mika and the look in his eyes
meant business. He had this ability to change into someone I didn’t
recognize, especially when he was in scene mode. I begrudgingly
moved one foot in front of the other and perched my hands on the
corner of the desk, sticking my ass in the air.

This is where the tables turned. As much as I
wanted to be in control, my body had other desires; it wanted to be
controlled. I wanted to feel the pain, the burn, the sting. I
wanted to feel the fire of the only man that I ever allowed to get
close to me.

I heard the belt before I ever felt it and my
fingernails dug beneath the desk. He made me count every last blow
and by the time he was at twenty, I was sweating, panting, wet, and
horny as fuck.

He rubbed at the skin that was already
developing welts; playing me like a fiddle to lean into him and
lavish everything he had to offer.

“Where is the big bad Madam, huh?” He
breathed into my neck, leaving a trail of his moist tongue
behind.

“You love it, Angel. Just fucking admit it.
You love what only I can offer you…we both get off on it. I could
have come with that VIP, but I didn’t. I wanted to come with the
one and only. There is no pussy like yours, I always come back for
more and you always willingly spread your legs. It pisses you off
as much as it turns you on.”

His hands continued their assault on my ass.
I wanted to push him away, I wanted to yell at him and tell him to
get the fuck out and never come back, but I couldn’t. It fucked
with my mind as much as it did my heart. I had to shake the
thoughts that consumed my very being. Mika had made it very clear
where we stood, and I couldn’t let my guard down. I wouldn’t show
him any sort of weakness and that’s what love was to me. It was
something that people use against you. It’s the very tool that can
control and finish you off.

I would never let that happen to me.

Not then, not now, not ever.

I pushed all those thoughts to where I kept
all of my feelings, deep within my core. Where only I would ever
allow them to be seen or heard.

He smacked my ass, bringing me back to the
present, to the moment where I lived and needed to be.

“Where did you go, Angel?” he whispered,
kissing his way to my ass.

“Nowhere. Just fuck me.”

“Not until I take what I want.” I watched his
mouth move to my pussy from behind and I fell forward on the desk
and spread my legs wider. My elbows held me up, and my face fell in
between my forearms. He spread my ass cheeks and licked me from my
anus to my opening and pushed his tongue as deep as it would go. I
bit my bottom lip, trying to relieve the pressure that was building
in the pit of my stomach.

He slid in between my legs and was now facing
my pussy; he grabbed my left leg and laid it on his shoulder. He
licked all around my outer lips; I gyrated my hips forward and
back, trying to entice him to lick my nub. He wouldn’t have it. I
knew what he wanted. He wanted to hear me say the words. Mika was a
sadist bastard; as much as he didn’t want a commitment with me, he
still wanted to bring me to my knees. He always wanted to feel like
he could do whatever he wanted with me.

It didn’t matter how many clients and scenes
I had done, it was all for show, it was all part of the fantasy,
the rouge. Mika knew when it was me and him, there were no such
things. We had this connection that only we understood. I hated it
as much as I loved it. Anything I spoke, I meant, and he knew
that.

He kissed the top of my mound. “Say it,” he
demanded, making me whimper.

“Ugh…” I groaned.

“Say it or I will fucking leave you like
this. Tell me what I need to hear.”

I hesitated. “Please…” I whispered, loud
enough for him to hear.

The second the word left my lips, he devoured
my clit. He sucked on my nub making my nerve ending come alive, his
hands reached around and he slapped on the welts of my ass, making
me feel the pleasure and pain that I craved. The softness and
warmth of his tongue had me needing and pleading to come. He moved
his head up and down, left and right, and in circles, driving me
closer to the brink.

He aggressively rocked my hips into his face
and I moved in sync with him.

“God, yes, please don’t stop…that feels so
fucking good,” I shamelessly pleaded.

He shoved his thumb into my pussy and pressed
down, over and over again.

“Mika…” I screamed out in ecstasy. I could
feel the fucker smiling under me as he licked me clean.

I barely had time to catch my breath before
he pushed my entire body forward; making me lay flat on the
desk.

“Grab onto the sides of the desk.” I did.

“I’m going to fuck you hard. I want to have
your cunt gripping me so fucking tight that I can barely move in
and out of you. Every time you sit tomorrow you are going to feel
the burn of my belt and when you walk, you’re going to know whose
dick was inside you.” He plunged in with so much force that I moved
forward and my hands hurt from the impact.

The angle of my body made it precise for him
to hit my g-spot every time. It didn’t take long for my pussy to
throb and my body to start to tremble. The desk pressed into my
lower abdomen and the sensation made it all the more inviting for
my orgasm.

“I’m close,” I revealed as I moved my thigh
to lie on the desk.

“Fuck…you’re wet. You know what your wet
pussy does to me.” He moved faster, quicker, and with more
determination.

I started to play with my clit and my pussy
clenched and clamped down on his cock. He thrust in one last time
before he came deep inside me. His forehead dropped to my back and
we both panted and breathed each other in for I don’t know how
long. He removed himself from me and held me up until I regained my
balance and equilibrium.

We both redressed quietly, neither one of us
wanting to break the silence. When we were both dressed, he came
over to me and kissed the inside of my wrist and left.

That night changed a lot of things for me and
we both knew it.

I sat in the office chair overlooking the
entire office. It was mine. I was twenty-six years old and I had
the world at my fingertips, and by that I mean VIP. I held the key
to the city.

Take it or leave it, I was in charge now, and
nothing or no one was going to change that. Winner takes all.

There is no fiction here.

It was fact.

I was no longer Lilith.

I was The Madam.

The days turned into weeks and the weeks
turned into months rather quickly. Six months came and went at
rapid speed. I enjoyed every fucking second of it; I’m not going to
lie and say taking over didn’t come with some confusion or hit and
misses, I experienced it all. My mother left that night and I had
barely heard from her since, last we talked she was taking a
sabbatical through Europe.

Trust me, I didn’t for one second think or
imagine my mother would hold my hand through the process of me
taking over. It was sink or swim with her, it always had been. The
most time consuming part that I never got to witness was how much
paperwork and organizational skills I had to have to make sure that
I crossed all my Ts and dotted my Is. I learned quickly that my
mother ran a very successful business, but I will toot my own
goddamn horn and say that I found mistakes and corrected them
immediately.

For one, I made sure that everyone loved me,
and by everyone, I mean all the people I paid off with pussy and
money to keep their mouths shut; especially the Chief of Police,
Governor, and the DEA. They were my new best friends. I also made
all old and new clients sign release forms; not just with a black
pen, but also with blood. If I went down, they were coming with me,
and they knew it when they signed on the dotted line. It was a
win/win for everyone involved.

I hired some new girls and got rid of some
others. I made it perfectly clear that there was no bullshitting
around. One thing I never received from my mother was affection, I
knew she loved me, but there wasn’t a time I could think of that I
received an embrace just because. I wasn’t very good at expressing
myself because of it and it made me want to be different. I wanted
to show the VIPs that I would be there for them, in any way, shape,
or form. It was important to me for them to see me as their Madam,
but it had to have a much further in depth definition than what my
mother implied.

It had to be all or nothing.

They needed to trust me, love me, and die for
me. Just like any family member would do for you. I made sure that
I established a different kind of relationship than my mother had
with them. It wasn’t all about money and they needed to be certain
of that. It came down to respect, admiration, and loyalty. It
required me to be their one and only. I learned from my mother’s
mistakes like most children do. Although my upbringing was much
different than the norm, I still learned to take the bad with the
good.

My mother wasn’t a bad woman by any means,
there are far worse out there. She did things in the way she
thought she should. I never met my grandmother or grandfather; now
that I think about it, I never met anyone in my family outside of
my parents. I never asked about them and they were never discussed
with me. I’m not quite sure if it was hush-hush for a reason, but I
never looked into it. The day I took over was the day that I
realized that I had a family, I had a responsibility to my girls.
They were mine to look after and to love and cherish.

That is one thing that I changed immediately.
My heart opened in an unexpected way. It came the minute I sat in
the office chair, and I glorified in the supremacy that I held. It
wasn’t just about my life anymore. I had VIPs that I needed to look
after. It was beyond any commitment I had ever willingly placed
myself in. It scared me as much as it intrigued me; like I have
said throughout this entire story, I don’t do love. I don’t know
how to handle it, but it changed the day I took over. I love VIP.
It was the first time that I ever felt something for someone else.
It wasn’t just about me anymore; it was about everything and
anything it encompassed.

My life had always been about VIP.

It was my one true love.

VIP was my beginning, my middle, and my
end.

I showed, taught, and explained to all the
VIPs how things were going to proceed and they all accepted it with
open arms. These women weren’t lost children who needed or wanted a
mother. They weren’t broken. It wasn’t about me fixing them. It was
a mutual two way street where we each got to drive a car. It was a
partnership; 50/50. They made decisions as much as I did. From my
experiences, people will do something ten times more when they are
told they can’t, it’s human nature. You want what you can’t
have.

Well…I allowed them to have it all. The human
mind is a beautiful thing if appreciated; you give them a taste,
they will always come back for more. You give them an inch and they
will take a mile. I wanted them to have that mentality, it made
them better and I wanted the best. Only the strong survive and that
was VIP. The elite. I choose you, and if I did, there was a
motherfucking reason for it.