The Madam (29 page)

My clients appreciated the young blood.

I can’t say that I didn’t appreciate it too.
There is something about surrounding yourself with women that are
younger than you; it’s as if it keeps you young. I have never felt
old and I personally believe that I look better now than I did
before. On my 46
^th
birthday, I decided that I needed a
change, so I gave myself a makeover. For the first time in my life,
I cut my hair; I had always had long blonde luscious locks and I
had it all cut off. It was styled in a short pixie cut and dyed
platinum blonde; I also changed my wardrobe. I started wearing
tight suits with corset tops, and I possibly went and had some
Botox. I had always taken care of myself; it came with being The
Madam.

I looked fucking amazing.

“Well, well, well, look at you…” Mika boasted
as he came into my office. He sat down and folded his arms.

You want to know the real cruelty of the
world…Men get better looking as they get older. While women are
constantly trying to make themselves not look old, men fucking
embrace it. Mika looked better now than he did when I first met
him. He got rid of the long hair a few years prior but he styled it
in a shaggy mess that always hung around his eyes. I couldn’t see a
gray hair on his head because it was that blonde. His physique was
still toned and defined and the barely-there-wrinkles around his
eyes made him look distinguished. He still drove a motorcycle and
dressed like a bad boy; it still made my panties wet every time I
was near him.

“What’s with the makeover?” he addressed,
pointing at me.

“You don’t approve?” I smiled.

“Angel, you know that you’re fucking
gorgeous. I am enjoying the new hair and the outfit makes me want
to see what’s under it. It makes you look like you’re trying to fit
the part.”

“Darling, I don’t fit the part, the part fits
me. I just wanted something fresh and so I made it happen,” I
reminded.

He put his index finger up to his lips. “Come
sit on Mika’s lap, I want to show you something.”

I laughed, “I have somewhere I have to be.
You’ll have to show me another time.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Where are you
going?”

“None of your business.”

“Do you think that is going to work with me,
Angel? We both know I can keep you here,” he proclaimed setting his
elbows on my desk.

“Fine. I am going to a meeting and when the
meeting is done, I plan to sit on his face. Better?” I badgered. “I
can do what I want, any time, any place, anywhere.”

His demeanor instantly changed and he was no
longer the charismatic Mika that walked into my office. He was sad.
There are times, few and far between, that I have witnessed Mika be
anything other than demanding.

“I love you,” he declared out of nowhere. It
was the first time he had ever uttered those words to me. I tried
to hide the yearning in my heart, but that didn’t stop it from
beating its way out of my chest.

“I love you,
Madam
, every last part of
you.”

We stared at each other and as much as I
wanted to say it back, I couldn’t.

I had seen too much, I had experienced too
much.

My heart had grown hard and black.

I wasn’t the same woman I had been years ago;
too much had happened, to me, to us. Nothing would have changed if
I had said it back that day…he wouldn’t have left his wife, and he
would have known that he had me. I couldn’t show him any more
weakness than I already had. Mika consumed me.

He knew it. But I didn’t have to prove
it.

“What about your wife? What about your kid?
You know me, Mika, I don’t play mommy to anyone but you,” I teased.
I knew what I was doing; I was about to catch a big fish.

He stood up and came closer to me. “You know
I can’t leave her, Angel. We don’t have a relationship, but until
my dad dies, I have to stay married to her.”

“So where does that leave us?”

“I don’t care how we do it, as long as I can
be with you. I was so stupid before. I tried pretending that these
feelings didn’t exist. But they do. And I see them clearly now. We
can have a life together. Just you and me.”

“And your wife and your kid,” I reminded
him.

“As long as she has the big house and the
fancy cars, and my child is taken care of, it doesn’t matter. She
knows about you, always has. I need you, Angel. And I know you need
me too. We are made for each other.”

He was getting deep with his professions. It
felt like not so long ago I had wanted to hear him say these
things. I practically begged to hear them. But instead, he
shattered me. And then again, when he told me about knocking
someone up and marrying her.

He had always come back to me, and I always
welcomed him back. I loved hearing him tell me how he felt, but it
didn’t change anything. I was in the midst of all of my dreams
falling at my feet. I wouldn’t trade it for anyone, Mika included.
But that didn’t mean I wasn’t entertaining the idea.

“Mika, I thought you said we weren’t built
for this.”

“I didn’t think we were. But the older I get,
the more things make sense. And you and I make sense. We always
have. From that very first night when I tied you up and watched as
the VIP devoured you. From the first time I shared you with
someone. Remember that, Angel? Remember how well we work together,
in and out of the bedroom? We belong together. Tell me you feel the
same way,” he begged. I had never heard him beg before, and I’ve
got to say, the sound of it made me wet.

I touched his face with the tips of my
fingers. “Oh, Mika, I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell me you love me too.”

I didn’t hesitate. “I do.” It was the closest
I could get to saying it. I knew I would never be able to turn back
once those words left my lips. It was a hard fight, but I won and
kept those three sacred words inside.

“Tell me you want to be with me. Tell me you
want me to bend you over my knee right now.”

“You can bend me over your knee another day,
I have an appointment that I am eager to attend. You should go home
to your wife maybe she will play with you.” My tone immediately
changed as soon as my hand dropped and I backed away.

I wanted to see his face. I wanted to see how
he felt when the tables were turned.

His eyes grew wide with shock. “Angel,” he
said in his dominant tone. “Don’t do this.”

He stepped toward me, caging me in between
his hard body and my desk.

“Don’t be so clingy.” I had wanted to say
that to him for fourteen years. And damn did it feel good.

I watched his eyes grow cold and fill with
anger. “You’re a day late and a dollar short. What we have is
amazing the way it is, why fix something that’s not broken.”

He grabbed my neck pushing me back against
the wall. “You don’t mean it. I know you, Angel, and you don’t mean
one fucking word you’re saying. Stop. For one second just live in
the moment and say what we both need to hear,” he urged, tightening
his hold to prove his power over me.

“I have always lived in the moment with you.
That’s the fucking problem.”

“Please…”

And that’s when it all shattered, every last
bit of me. "I love you, but I'm not going to play house. Take us as
we are or nothing at all. I’m not that woman, Mika. I will never be
that woman, and fuck you for trying to make me become her." he
placed his forehead on mine and moved his hand to the side of my
face.

“I have an appointment,” I reminded. “I’ll
see you later.” I stepped beside him and he let me.

I walked away from the unknown possibilities
that day. I couldn’t live my life for someone else. I knew he was
being sincere with everything he was expressing to me; I had known
it for years, but at the end of the day, he still went home to her.
In a way, I already was the other woman, though it was on my terms,
not his. I didn’t do ultimatums and in my dreams, he was always
with me; but in reality, he was with her. I didn’t leave him that
day, but I also didn’t stay. You can’t lose something that was
never yours to begin with; I wasn’t foolish enough to believe
otherwise.

I’m just not made like that.

It
was August 2007, and it had been two years since Ysabelle had come
to Miami. I kept my eye on her the entire time, just waiting to
make my next move; the time had finally come to make her mine. I
got all the VIPs together to go to the bar she worked at. As soon
as we walked in, I saw her pretty little face watch our every move;
she wanted it. I reserved the entire private room in the back of
the bar. I had been around this lifestyle my entire life and the
look on her face was recognizable, she was mesmerized. Her eyes
absorbed every last bit of us, I owned her body, mind, and soul
before she ever knew my name.

This was the day that changed her life; it’s
the day she met her Madam.

I knew she had a break coming up and I went
to the bathroom, purposely leaving it open. I knew my Bella Rosa
like the back of my hand; you don’t become The Madam without
knowing every detail of everyone you surround yourself with. I took
out my vile of cocaine and poured some on the side of the bathroom
sink. I was in the middle of doing my second line when she walked
in.

“Shit, I’m sorry the door wasn’t locked.”

She turned to leave, but I quickly grabbed
her by the arm and turned her around, wanting the door to shut
behind her. I stared intently into her green eyes and placed my
left arm beside her head, then I proceeded to do the same with her
other arm after locking the door; I caged her in. I turned my face
to the nook in her neck and inhaled. Her body tensed up and I knew
that she had never experienced anything of what I was doing to her;
she didn’t know what to feel or what to think. Although, this
pretty baby did try to remain calm. “You smell almost edible. If I
lick you, will you melt in my mouth?” I asked with a sultry
tone.

She didn’t say one word. She stood deathly
still while I smelled the side of her neck. She halted her
breathing when I started to lay light, soft kisses from her neck to
her collarbone. Very subtly and slowly, I took out my tongue and
glided it down to her cleavage. She started to slightly
hyperventilate. It caused her chest to noticeably heave. I still
lightly kissed and licked her cleavage. I took my left hand and
started to twirl the hair that hung on the side of her face. I
twirled it around and around in my finger several times, until I
finally placed it behind her ear.

Using my first two fingers on the same hand,
I glided them down from the side of her face to her collarbone.
With those fingers, I proceeded to lightly trace the cleavage at
the top of her shirt; with both hands, I pushed her breasts up and
began to kiss them firmer. I could tell she wanted to laugh and I
knew it was from nerves, or maybe even arousal. This was new and
foreign to her; I knew that instantly. She could tell my demeanor
changed, we were that in tune. I stopped and looked straight into
her eyes.

“Are you nervous, beautiful girl? Hmmm…? I
think maybe you are also slightly aroused.” She knew I could read
her mind, and I’m sure it made her curious.

“Do you want to tell me your name?”

She tried to catch her breath. “Ysabelle,”
she managed to say in a voice that sounded slightly erotic, yet
terrified.

I took my face out of her cleavage and looked
right into her eyes. “Beautiful name for a very beautiful girl.
Ysabelle, how old are you?”

“Twenty-three,” she replied.

I smirked and looked her up and down from
head to toe. Ysabelle was also a liar; that pleased me.

“Ysabelle, do I look like a stupid woman to
you? Now, I don’t want to start this relationship based on lies.
So, let’s try this again, how old are you?”

She was caught off guard. I would bet no one
had ever doubted her age, I told you she looked older than what I
had originally thought.

“Eighteen.”

I smiled and my eyes lit up. She couldn’t lie
to me; that pleased me more. I knew I was crossing the line but I
had to have a taste, I needed to test the merchandise before I
bought it. I moved closer and lightly started kissing on her lips,
almost goading her to see a reaction.

“What are you doing?” she asked with the same
nervous voice from before.

“Whatever I want, Ysabelle. Would you like to
be able to do whatever you want? Would you like to know how it
feels to be in control of anything and everything around you?
Because, I can guarantee you that. I can make that happen for you.”
I opened my mouth and used my tongue to trace her lips, again
enticing her more, trying to read her reaction to the power I had
over her.

She couldn’t stop me…and better yet, she
didn’t want to. She responded by opening her mouth. I took that as
an invitation, and slid my tongue inside. She moaned slightly. It
wasn’t the initial reaction I thought she would have, but the
second she felt my tongue in her mouth it was a natural instinct
for her to moan. I loved every fucking second of making her see
that she was made for this. I caught her off guard again as I
backed away from her completely, turned, looked into the mirror,
and reapplied my lipstick.

“I was right, you do melt in my mouth,” I
proudly admitted.

She stood there stunned, not just because she
was just assaulted by a woman, but also by the fact that she didn’t
want me to stop. She wanted me to keep going. She wanted to see how
far she would have allowed me to take it. Or maybe she wanted to
see how far she would have allowed me to seduce her. She knew
that’s what I was doing. I was seducing her to be with me, and she
had never felt someone have that power over her. From the moment I
caged her in, she wanted me, not because she was aroused, because
she wanted the power.