The Madam (6 page)

As soon as I had everything, I went back
home, had myself some champagne, and went up to my room. I made
sure to wait until all the staff had left or was asleep to make
sure that I wouldn’t be disrupted. I wanted complete privacy for
what I was about to do.

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I
wanted complete control over myself and everything around me;
remind you of someone?

I went to my new lingerie drawer and grabbed
a white silk teddy, a virgin was being sacrificed, by little ole
me. I felt sexy and sensual when I had it on and understood why
women buy lingerie, it’s never for the man, it’s for them.

I pulled out my new friend, The Legendary
Silver Magic Wand, and proceeded to my bed.

Go big or go home right?

I made sure to put a towel down first,
Alexandria had told me what happens when your cherry breaks.

I poured some lubricant on my index and
middle finger and massaged it on my clit and entrance. I wasn’t a
fucking stupid girl; I was going to get myself in the mood first
before I took my own virginity.

I started feeling around my body, beginning
with my neck and then my breasts. I cupped the sides and moved to
tease my nipples. I pulled and kneaded them, my right hand moved
toward my inner thigh until I made my way to the lips of my pussy.
I gently stimulated around my clit, rubbing my slippery fingers
around the bundle of nerves that were becoming heightened and
sensitive. I massaged it slowly, gradually building up the
intensity of my touch. I could feel my heartbeat getting faster,
and my pussy becoming wet.

I focused on nothing except what my hand was
doing. I touched my clit harder but not too firm; with my other
hand, I teased my opening. I slowly pushed in two fingers, never
letting up on my clit. At first, it was awkward and uncomfortable,
but after a few minutes of my fingers pushing in and out, it
started to feel better. My breathing became elevated, and my body
started to shake. I finger fucked myself until I couldn’t take it
anymore and grabbed the silver wand and eased it into my
opening.

I stretched myself inch by inch until I felt
the barrier.

I took a deep breath and shoved it in.

Now that I had my pesky virginity out of the
way, the next part of my plan could go into effect. “The Madam” was
throwing a Halloween party.

“Lilith, I don’t want to hear any more.
You’re staying at the condo for the evening. Maybe when you’re
seventeen I will allow you to observe a party, however, right now
is not the right time. The driver will take you wherever you want,
darling. I even bought you a bag of Blueberry Kush, it’s all for
you. Smoke till your heart is content. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Goodnight.” She kissed my forehead and left my bedroom.

I played nice, packed my bag, and went to the
condo. I waited till it was midnight before I took a cab, dressed
like a white sexy kitten. I thought it seemed fitting. I had on
white lace panties and a matching bra, thigh high stockings, and
fuck me heels. I had a mask to cover my eyes, and I added ears and
a tail. If my mother had seen me she would have been proud. I’m
sure of it.

Once I made it back to The Cathouse, it was
fairly easy to go unnoticed. There were hundreds of people
everywhere. It took me a while to find exactly what I was looking
for, or should I say who. I didn’t know he would be here, but I
took a chance.

He was dressed as a devil and I took it as a
sign. I blew him a kiss, made a finger gesture to follow me, and
placed my index finger on my lips in a shhh motion before walking
away. I could sense that he was following me; I didn’t have to turn
to know that he was there. I walked us back to my mother’s
sixty-foot Hatteras yacht. I had stolen the keys earlier and I knew
for a fact she wouldn’t find us there.

I let us both inside and made sure to lock
the slider behind me.

I seductively walked over to the dining room
table; it was the showpiece to the room. Making sure that he had a
clear view of what I was doing, I crawled to the center of the
table, turned to face him, spread my legs, and meowed.

I saw him take a deep breath, while his eyes
roamed my entire body.

He lifted an eyebrow. “My, what a pretty
pussy you are,” Julian huskily praised. I purred in response.

“Is this how we are going to play it,
Veronica?”

I meowed again.

He shook his head and laughed. “This is the
second time that I have seen you. Madam hasn’t had the pleasure of
introducing you to me yet. Are you a VIP?”

“In training,” I responded teasingly.

“Oh! The pussy finally speaks, and I didn’t
even have to pet it yet.”

I smirked. “Would you like to make it
come?”

I knew I had him when the corner of his lips
turned upward. “How old are you?” He may have well been asking my
breasts since that’s where he planted his gawking eyes.

“Just turned eighteen,” I replied.

Fuck it. I lied. Don’t judge me, like you’ve
never lied about your age before…

“How old are you?” I didn’t really care since
he looked old enough, but figured I’d ask anyway.

“Thirty three,” he retorted. Like I said
before, I had a daddy complex. Why would I want my first fuck to be
with a seventeen-year-old boy that barely knew how to hold his own
cock, let alone please a woman, when I could have sex with a man
and know that he would get the job done, the first time. I didn’t
want the pathetic, cliché, PG-13 version. I wanted the NC-17,
mature audiences only, no one under the age of eighteen prohibited
version.

“I don’t want to talk anymore, Julian.”

“There’s a monetary conversation that needs
to be had between Madam and I. I don’t want to break the rules.
Madam doesn’t like that,” he declared.

“Fuck Madam, and just fuck me,” I
insisted.

“You have a mighty big mouth for such a
little thing.”

This is the exact moment that my life
changed.

It wasn’t my mother’s talk, it wasn’t her
plans, and it wasn’t my future.

It was that moment that changed it all for
me.

He pulled out a stack of bills and placed it
at the end of the table.

“How about I just pay you?” he suggested. I
wasn’t about to say no; he wouldn’t be getting this for free. I
didn’t know how much sex cost, but I knew I was worth a lot.

I had never seen so much money before, it was
thousand dollar bills, one right after the other, and it was that
instant that I fell in love with the almighty dollar.

“Take off your bra and panties, everything
else stays on,” he ordered in a sexy, demanding tone that made me
tingle in all the right places.

I provocatively removed my bra, making sure
that each strap fell slowly off my shoulders as I licked my lips
and reached around to remove it from my breasts. My pink nipples
were at attention immediately. I cupped my breasts and moaned. I
grazed my hands down to the edge of my panties and bit my lower lip
as I removed them slowly, inch by inch, until I was left in nothing
but thigh highs, and fuck me heels.

All of this came naturally to me. It just
further established in my mind that this is what I was made for.
This was my destiny and I wanted each and every single part of
it.

I reached to remove my mask and ears but was
stopped by his husky male voice. “Leave them on, spread your legs
wider kitten; I want to see that pretty pink cunt.” I spread my
legs as wide as they would go, giving him full access to my most
sacred area.

He unbuttoned his shirt and left it hanging
open, his abs were hard and extended all the way down to his V
shaped torso. He pulled off his belt and snapped it on the table,
bringing my attention back to his face.

“Have you been a bad pussy, kitten?” he
goaded. I grinned and nodded.

He unbuttoned his slacks and pulled out his
big, hard, thick cock. I had never seen a dick in person before,
but for some reason, I knew they all didn’t look like that. I
panicked for a second thinking he was going to rip me open, The
Wand was nowhere near his size.

“Come here and get on your knees;” he urged
me into submission.

I looked at him through lust filled eyes, I
wanted him, and I wanted him bad. I made my way to him and he
roughly grabbed the back of my hair as I moaned loudly. My spine
shivered from the anticipation of having him in my mouth, which
sent a quiver all the way to my pussy. I could feel myself getting
wetter.

“Take my cock to the back of your throat. I’m
going to fuck your face.” Before I could give it a second thought,
he shoved his cock into my mouth and I gagged at the sensation. He
groaned in response and started to move in and out of my mouth. I
didn’t do any of the work, just kept my mouth open as he used my
hair to guide himself in and out.

They say giving a blowjob is all for the man,
well I beg to fucking differ. Having a cock in your mouth is one of
the most dominant, in control acts that can leave you feeling
extremely empowered.

After a few times, I got used to the response
that his cock had in my mouth. I tried to make it tighter for him
and I could taste his salty flavor that came off the head of his
cock.

“Use your hand and glide it up and down my
shaft, and play with my balls,” he instructed in a domineering
tone. I wrapped my hand around his cock and followed the same
momentum and pace as my mouth; my other hand tugged and massaged
his balls. His dick got even larger and I could feel a vain
throbbing above his shaft.

“I’m going to come. I’m going to come so
hard. Swallow all of it. Not one drop comes out of your mouth.” The
tone in his voice had me weak in the knees I was beyond turned on.
The smell and masculinity of his arousal drove me insane. I moaned
in the anticipation of what was to come. He dove in one last time
and a warm, thick, saltier taste exploded in my mouth, his dick
pulsed until I had swallowed every drop that I could milk out of
his cock.

He pulled out and I wiped my mouth with my
hand. Not realizing how much saliva and come had accumulated there.
To my surprise, he picked me up from my waist and sat me on the
edge of the table.

“That was fucking amazing,” he whispered in
my ear, trailing kisses on my neck to the side of my mouth. He
jerked my head back by pulling my hair and kissed me with much more
intensity and passion than that night with Alexandria. Kissing a
man was much different than kissing a woman. It was powerful,
demanding, and rough.

When I felt his tongue in my mouth, I tasted
the scotch, peppermint, and come that still lingered. He kissed me
like he had something to prove. I kissed him back with all the
passion I could conjure, but all I kept thinking about was the ache
that so badly needed relief.

“I want to taste you. I’m going to make you
come all over my face,” he declared as he moved to lie on the
table. “Sit on my face.”

I had no fucking idea what I was supposed to
do. He must have sensed my confusion because he grabbed my hand and
led me to where he wanted me. To my surprise, he actually wanted me
to sit on his face.

I eased my way down till I felt his warm,
wet, soft tongue at my opening and I whimpered in excitement. He
pushed his tongue as far as it would go and my back arched and head
fell backward. His tongue glided its way to the top of my pussy and
he circled my clit.

“Oh My God, Julian,” I half pleaded, half
moaned. I thought I was going to pass out from the desire. When I
felt him suck on my clit, my hips took to their own accord and
slowly moved forward and backward.

“Please don’t stop, please keep doing that,”
I shamelessly begged.

He reached up and cupped my breasts, rubbing
and teasing my nipples. I couldn’t take it anymore. He hummed and
moved his head up, down, and side-to-side. Once he grabbed my hips
to move them quicker and more forceful, I started to shake, and my
vision began to blur, it got really hot, and I couldn’t help the
noises that were coming out of my mouth. I finally felt myself come
apart, and I came so hard that I fell forward and had to grab the
table to support myself.

He removed himself from under me and
immediately shoved his tongue in my mouth. I had never tasted
myself before, and the taste of myself, of each other, made me grow
even wetter. We kissed, devouring each other’s mouths, trying to
capture every feeling, every taste that lingered between us. It was
erotic and mind blowing.

He was on top of me within seconds and I
could feel his cock at my entrance. I didn’t have time to think
about anything, I was too caught up in the moment.

He thrust all the way in on one push and I
silently screamed in my head. The years of conditioning to not show
weakness from my mother paid off. He instantly stopped and hid his
head in the nook of my neck. I panted in and out trying to diffuse
the pain with my breathing. It burned; I had literally just been
ripped open.

He didn’t move for the first few seconds, I
moaned, and it was then that he started to move. I bit my lower lip
trying to hold in the tears and throbbing, I was lucky his face
stayed in my neck, and he didn’t see the distress written all over
my face. I played my part amazingly, if I do say so myself. I could
have won a goddamn Academy Award. This was completely different
than what I had done to myself. He wasn’t gentle or easy, he fucked
me with raw passion.

After the first few minutes, the pain was
replaced with mild comfort. His hand reached down and grabbed the
back of my thigh, it moved my angle and the first time he thrust
back in, my back arched and I moaned for real.

“Holy fuck, you’re the tightest thing I have
ever felt. Does that feel good?” he groaned with desire lacing his
masculine voice.