The Madam (37 page)

Authors: M Robinson

BOOK: The Madam

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“Hmm…now what to do with you? Huh?” He
smacked my ass and grabbed me by my upper arms to place me over the
side of the couch, the top half of my body was hanging off the
armrest and my ass was in the air. His hand slipped from the
crevice of my ass to the opening of my heat.

As soon as I felt his fingers sliding forward
and backward on my clit, I moaned. I hadn’t felt liberated like
that in such a long time. I lived in the land of confusion for the
last year. I was never going to go back there again.

The Madam was back.

I accepted and welcomed every one of Mika’s
demands. He fucked me with abandonment that only he and I
understood.

When his cock pushed into my wet core, we
simultaneously moaned.

“God, your pussy is mine. You know that don’t
you? That’s why you always come back to me and why I come to you.
Only you can do this to me.” He thrust in, deeper and harder.

“You’re mine, Angel,” he huskily groaned.

“Ahh…harder…fuck me harder…” I demanded.

He grabbed a hold of the middle part that
held my arms together, like he was holding onto the reigns of a
horse, and plunged in and out. I felt the sting from my arms being
pulled and it added to my pleasure.

I was a masochistic bitch.

My legs were tied together and it made my
pussy even tighter for Mika. I knew how he operated; he wanted to
control my orgasm. But I was on another playing field. I was
back…The Madam held her throne once again, and I called the
shots.

I released in ecstasy, feeling it ripple
through me as if it were the first time. I came with so much force
I nearly stopped breathing. He followed me over the edge of
ecstasy, and I knew that he was feeling it just as much as I was;
otherwise, I would have been punished for calling the shots.

Epilogue

Time
never stands still, and before you know it, three years go by. Here
I am lying on my deathbed in a hospital. The decisions and choices
we make in this world can alter not just your life, but also those
around you. The impact you can have on others can easily go
unnoticed, that is until you make yourself heard. That is by far
the most beautiful thing in this world; the ability to alter one’s
mind in a split second. I learned everything that I knew from the
most powerful woman I knew-my mother. She was the top of the
hierarchy; she aimed to change your perceptions and behaviors
without you even knowing it. She was underhandedly deceptive and
used any and all tactics.

Never underestimate the power of a Madam.

Manipulation is all about how you present
yourself; it has everything to do with how you act. How you control
yourself and your surroundings. That is the key to everything. The
biggest enemy you’ll have when trying to manipulate someone else,
is doubt. It all starts with you. There are several types of
manipulation and the one that works the best is emotional; you have
no idea how much power you can have over someone with emotion.

And it all goes back to four little
letters.

L-O-V-E.

The one term I loathed in this world, was the
one that would end up getting me back what is rightfully mine. Time
really was on my side.

Now here I lay.

This time I am the victim.

Pity me…feel bad for me…come to me…love
me…

I want you to.

I hear the door open and my beautiful Brooke
walks in with fresh flowers. She has been bringing me flowers for
the past two days.

I smile. “Are you ready, darling?”

She nods. “I still don’t understand why you
think I need help running VIP. I can do this on my own, Madam.”

I grin sympathetically at her. “Brooke, you
have heard the doctors, even they don’t know how long it’s going to
take for me to heal. I was badly beaten and I’m lucky to be alive.
Please, don’t argue with me. Just make the call.”

She sighs, “Okay.”

She dials the number and I think I may have
stopped breathing for a second. Brooke put it on speaker and I
could hear it ring a few times before I finally heard her
voice.

“Hello.”

“Bella.” Brooke hesitates, trying to hold
back the tears. My beautiful girl is worried about me. Just as I
wanted her to be, and soon Ysabelle would feel the same exact
emotions.

“Brooke? Are you are all right? What’s
wrong?”

“Bella, it’s Madam. We’re in the hospital and
she’s been badly injured. I don’t know what to do and I need you to
come home. I need your help with everything. I can’t do this on my
own. Please, please tell me you’ll come home.”

“What? Is she okay?” Ysabelle asks with
desperation in her voice.

“Yes…but the doctors don’t know how long it
will take for her to recover and VIP can’t run itself. I need you
to come home and help me. Bella, we owe everything to VIP. We can’t
let it go down because Madam is helpless. Tell me you are coming
home.”

“Brooke…”

“Please…for me.” Brooke whimpers.

“All right. I’ll book the next flight out,”
she says and I silently scream a victory in my mind.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll have the jet come
get you. It should be there by tonight.”

“Okay.”

“And Bella?”

“Yes.”

“Are you coming alone?”

She hesitates. “Yes.”

“Okay, I love you.”

“I’ll see you soon,” She says and hangs
up.

Brooke embraces me in a hug. “I don’t know
what I would have done if I would have lost you. Oh my God, I have
never been so scared.”

“It’s all right, darling, I will be fine. It
will take some time but I will be better than before, you will see.
Everything will fall into place. I promise.”

We both turn when the door roughly pushes
open. Mika barges in; I have never seen that look on his face
before.

Brooke looks over at him and then back at me.
“I’ll leave you two alone. I will be right outside,” she
announces.

As soon as she steps out of the room, Mika
rushes over to me and grabs my hand, bringing it up to his heart.
He kisses all over my face, my neck, and my chest.

“Jesus Christ, Angel, I thought I fucking
lost you,” he pleads.

“Wha-”

“No, don’t talk. I fucking love you. I love
you with everything that I have. It has always been you; every day,
every minute, every fucking second; it has been you. I can’t go
another day in this life without you by my side. This has been the
ultimate wake up call for me. I will never lose you again. Do you
understand me? Never again,” he adds with conviction.

“Mika, I’m all right. Calm down,” I reassure
him.

“You are all right because I’m here and I’m
not going anywhere. I filed for divorce, Angel.”

I feel my eyes widen and my jaw drop. “Oh my
God. Mika, I can’t do this right now, everything is falling into
place.”

“I’m not going to let you push me away. It’s
not fucking happening. We belong together, I know that now,” he
urges, squeezing my hand.

“My MVP is coming home, she’s finally coming
home,” I try to explain.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Ysabelle. She’s coming home.”

“Why? Why are you so obsessed with her? It
doesn’t make any sense.”

“She’s my MVP; my Most Valuable Pussy. She’s
the future of VIP, Mika,” I rationalize, knowing I’m not making
sense to him.

I am finally going to say the three words
that I have never shared with anyone, and it took sixteen years
from the first time I looked in her bright green eyes.

“She’s my granddaughter.”

The end…for now.

(Keep reading for MVP Prologue)

MVP

Out this Fall

Prologue

Be careful what you wish for…

Life can change drastically over the course
of a few hours; can you imagine how much it can change over the
course of a few years? I wanted to find myself, I wanted
self-worth, I wanted love; I wanted it all.

Was I expecting too much?

Was it my fault?

Can someone truly have a happy ending?

I don’t know…I don’t know anything
anymore.

My life ended and began when I met Sebastian
Vanwell, and here I am, three years later; alone, confused,
frustrated, and angry.

Trust and resentment, two completely
different meanings on such opposite ends of the spectrum. I didn’t
know which way was up anymore. I had no idea who I was or what I
was doing. I was just as lost as I was the moment I stepped out of
The Cathouse.

I love him, but is it enough?

Can love truly conquer all or is that just in
fairy tales?

I’m so confused.

All I know is that here I am, leaving
Sebastian a Dear John letter on the kitchen table, with my suitcase
all packed and ready to go. I walked out of our home, the place we
built together out of dreams and love.

I walked out on Sebastian.

I got into the taxi that took me to the
tarmac. I took a deep breath and stepped out on the street to make
my way toward the steps to board the jet.

Could I do this?

Was I making the right choice?

Is this who I was?

They say what goes around comes around…did
everything finally catch up with me?

I grabbed my suitcase and boarded the
plane.

Here I sit with my hands folded in my
lap.

The only thing that I knew to be true is that
I am going to Miami.

I am going home.

Back to VIP.

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