The Madam (9 page)

“Lilith, go explore. Just remember one thing,
don’t do anything I wouldn’t do at least twice.” She grinned
deviously at me.

I walked through the house as if I was Alice
in Wonderland; except I hadn’t fallen down the rabbit hole; I
jumped right the fuck in, head first. I went into our theatre room
and there were clips of the VIPs on a reel, the girls with clients,
the girls together, and some of them alone, pleasuring themselves.
I heard a loud moan and turned my attention to the naked woman
lying on the floor, her hands and ankles were bound separately, and
she had a blindfold on. There were two males, each holding a
candle. I watched as they poured wax all over her skin, she moaned
loudly when it did. Her pale skin turned red in seconds, and their
erections would bounce in the anticipation for it. They were all
getting off on it, as was I.

It was as if I was watching it in slow
motion, I could feel the allure, the magnetism pulling me forward.
I had the candle in my hand within minutes and I crouched down to
lightly touch her. I started at her cheek and her head leaned
toward my touch, she licked her lips in an unspoken gesture to keep
going. I moved my fingers to her neck and rubbed up and down on her
windpipe, I was in complete control over everything I did, and she
had absolutely no say. My panties got wet. I squeezed a bit firmer,
not enough to stop her breathing, but enough to know that I could,
and she moaned loudly.

My hand cupped her breast and I pushed it
upward, I gently poured wax on her cleavage and her breathing
escalated in anticipation of what was to come. I moved forward to
lick the edge of her lips, and her tongue peeked out to touch mine.
I moaned, and we erotically moved our tongues together, tasting and
feeling the thirst for it all. I pulled away and licked and sucked
on her nipple to make it hard as stone. Once it was, I leaned back
to watch her face as I poured wax all over it. Her back arched off
the ground, and she whimpered in a satisfying desire.

I didn’t stop there; I kept moving the wax
down her stomach, right to her inner thigh. I looked back at her
face and saw her bite her bottom lip. I smiled deviously and poured
wax right at the top of her mound, she gasped in surprise, and I
leaned forward to kiss her passionately. We moaned into each
other’s mouths and I could feel her trying to rub her legs together
to relieve the ache that I had caused. I moved my hand toward her
pussy, and with my palm, I lightly moved circles on her clit. Not
enough pressure to make her come, but enough to drive her insane. I
kissed her one last time and moved away, and she whimpered at the
loss.

I giggled, and noticed that both men had
their cocks in their hands.

“You think you guys could finish the job?” I
questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Before I closed the door, I watched one move
in between her legs, while the other went for her mouth.

I saw two women exit the next room that
caught my eye; I made my way over to it, and opened the door. It
was dark and the lighting was dim, there were a few people in that
room. I saw two males in the corner, kissing and touching each
other’s dicks through their pants, while another one watched,
stroking his hard dick in his hand. To my surprise, I was growing
wetter by watching it unfold. The masculinity and dominance over
one another was entrancing and provocative.

There were other people talking as if nothing
were happening in the corner of the room. My eyes caught the table
that had an endless amount of white lines of powder. I had no idea
what it was, but it sure as shit didn’t mean I wasn’t going to find
out.

“You want a taste?” a dark voice whispered in
my ear.

“I can smell it on you, Angel, you want it
and you want it so fucking bad. Let me be the one to give it to
you. You want to feel like a queen?” he provoked as he moved to
face me. His hair was blonde, long, and shaggy. He had hazel,
dilated eyes, and a smile that could make any girl wet. The facial
hair on his face immediately made me wonder what it would feel like
between my legs. His body was covered in tattoos and muscle. He
looked like a bad boy that drove a motorcycle, and said the word
cunt at dinner.

He grabbed my hand, kissed my inner wrist,
and escorted me to the table.

We sat down on our knees and I watched as he
picked up the $100 bill, bringing it to his nose. He bent forward
and snorted two lines up each nostril.

He jerked his head back and sniffed harder
cleaning his nostrils with his fingertips.

“Ugh! Burns like a motherfucker, but goddamn
that’s good shit. Madam has this shit imported from Columbia, only
the best. Your turn.” He grinned and handed me the bill.

“All right, virgin Angel, I guess I’m going
to be the one that takes your wings. Don’t do more than one in each
nostril and sniff hard to make sure it all goes in.”

“What is it?” I questioned.

He smiled. “Your new best friend, Snow
White.”

I proceeded to do exactly what I had just
witnessed and not even ten seconds later, I felt a drip at the back
of my throat.

What does cocaine make you feel like? It
makes you feel like doing more cocaine.

It’s a helluva drug. The second it hit my
bloodstream I was alive. It felt like I could walk on water, run a
marathon in five seconds, pure mental clarity, I was watching and
experiencing everything around me like a newborn does.

But most of all, it made me feel confident,
seductive, and horny as fuck.

“You should see your eyes right now. They’re
piercing. So birthday girl, did I pop your cherry all right?”

I laughed, “Enough to make me come back for
more, no pun intended. What’s your name?”

“Mika,” he replied with an edge to his voice
I hadn’t heard before.

“Lilith, right?” he asked with a smirk, I
nodded.

As much as I wanted to talk to Mika, I wanted
to roam a lot more; Snow White had piqued my curiosity. I needed to
move.

“Need a babysitter?” I asked.

“A babysitter, huh, no I do just fine on my
own,” he teased, licking his lips. I watched his tongue make its
way back in his mouth and I wanted it to be in mine. Lucky for me,
he made the first move. His thumb traced my bottom lip, and the tip
of my tongue grazed it as he pushed into my mouth. I seductively
sucked on it and hummed.

“Fuck I wish that was my cock,” he
sighed.

He roughly grabbed the back of my neck and
shoved his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it as I did his thumb
and he groaned. His hands cupped the sides of my face and it
intensified our lip movements.

“Spread your legs, Angel, open your knees,”
he huskily demanded. I moved my legs apart, sitting on my ankles,
and he eagerly moved my panties to the side to rub my pussy forward
and then backward with the palm of his hand. I moaned and he bit my
bottom lip.

“Jesus…you’re soaking wet. You like that,
huh? You want me to finger fuck you, don’t you?”

He pushed two fingers inside of me, in an
upward motion, and moved them back and forth. I shamelessly
moaned.

“You feel that?” he goaded as he pushed on
the spot that drove me wild.

“Answer me,” he stated, pushing on the same
place that made it almost impossible for me to answer.

“Yes…yes…fuck yes…” I let out.

“Ride my hand, Angel, ride my hand like you
would ride my cock,” he suggested as he continued to torment my
g-spot.

I sat up higher and rode his fingers like it
was the last thing I was going to do. He never once stopped kissing
me; the coke, his kissing, and his fingers in my pussy were enough
to drive me to euphoria. I never felt myself that wet before and I
could hear the noises I made as I continued to fuck his hand.

I brought my fingers to my clit, making my
way closer to the edge of release.

He sensed that I started to play with myself
and stopped kissing me to watch.

“Open your eyes,” he said in a pleading tone.
I did and was smacked in the face with everyone’s eyes on me, and
that’s all it took for my head to fall back and come.

What felt like minutes later, I came to when
Mika put his fingers in my mouth. He moved them in and out like he
would his cock and I licked them clean.

“You’re a dirty girl, Lilith? You know what
men like me do with dirty girls?” he questioned in a condescending
tone.

“They punish them. Come on, Angel, it’s time
you see where bad girls go.” He grinned at me, sending an electric
current through my body that made me want to do anything he
said.

We did a few more lines of Snow White and I
was beyond fucked up, but it was a different kind of messed up. I
was thoroughly in control of my surroundings, but my body felt
high. I felt sexy, wanted, desired. The second we stepped into my
mother’s bedroom, I knew exactly where we were going. I took the
lead and pushed the button that opened the hiding door.

Mika folded his arms and smiled. “She has a
little devil in her I see.”

I seductively walked over to him and placed
my hand on the tip of his cock. I rubbed up and down through his
slacks, and he grunted. “Want to put something else in her?” I
whispered pulling his earlobe into my mouth.

“More than you fucking know, Angel. Let’s see
if you feel the same way after I beat your ass,” he stated as he
slapped my ass, making me yelp.

I followed him into the room that I had seen
when I was eleven years old and nothing had changed, other than
things being added.

“Are you scared?” he questioned.

“Should I be?”

He shook his head no, walked over to the bed
that had black silk sheets, and patted it for me to follow.

I sat down next to him and he kissed me. I
kissed him back with the same desire that had been lingering
between us all night. I felt him start to untie the strings of my
corset top until it was completely undone. He effortlessly removed
it from my body, throwing it across the room. His hands roughly
cupped my breasts, bringing them together and kneading them. I
moaned in satisfaction as he pinched my nipples, making them hard
pebbles.

He kissed all the way down my neck to my
breasts, bringing my nipple into his mouth; he sucked and teased me
into submission. I would have done anything he asked, and I
did.

“God your tits are fucking delicious. There’s
no coming back from you, is there?” he groaned.

“You want to play, Angel? Say yes, and we
will play all sorts of games. You know what a safe word is?”

“No,” I replied.

He looked me right in the eyes. “Whatever
happens you can stop it at anytime, say the word vanilla and it’s
over.” I nodded.

“Take your panties off, I want to see your
cunt.”

I got off the bed and slowly removed my
panties, Mika grunted something about my cunt being fucking
beautiful and he smacked both my ass cheeks bringing my pussy
directly toward his mouth.

He went right for it, he didn’t ease me into
it; he went right for my clit and sucked with everything he had. He
moved his head side to side and my legs started to give out. My
pussy pulsated, dripping wet, and he pushed his tongue into my
opening as far as it would go.

“Hmmm…you can’t come, Angel, not until I say
you can. If you do, you’ll pay for it,” he threatened, devouring my
clit again.

I couldn’t control it, I tried to move away
from him but he held my hips firmer, holding me in place. The
asshole moved my hips in the opposite motion of his tongue, making
the sensations intensify and there was nothing I could do. I
grabbed a hold of his hair and he hummed making me come all over
his tongue.

“Bad girl…” he teasingly threatened as he
wiped away all my wetness from his mouth.

“Turn around; you see that wall that has
those paddles? Go get one. NOW!” he yelled.

His demeanor had completely changed, his eyes
got darker, and I could no longer see color in them, they were
black irises.

I tried to get my composure but I walked on
wobbly legs, not sure if it was from the orgasm, or the fact that I
had no idea what was next. I grabbed a black leather paddle, and
took a deep breath.

“Go to the middle of the room,” I heard him
say.

I anxiously awaited and he approached me with
ropes and a blindfold.

“X marks the spot, Angel, don’t make me tell
you again. Go bend over the bench,” he demanded.

I could smell the intensity radiating off of
him like an animal in heat. I was his prey. I slowly made it over
to the bench and leaned forward; the position wasn’t entirely
uncomfortable. I watched Mika tie my wrists to the bars, he then
proceeded to do the same with my ankles. My body was bound and I
couldn’t move if I wanted to. The anticipation of not knowing what
was to come was enough to have me chomping at the bit, and then he
blindfolded me.

“Lilith, tell me why you’ve been a bad girl.
Why are you getting punished?” he asserted, as I heard him walk
around me.

“Lilith…answer me. Don’t make me ask you
again,” he threatened me.

This is probably where a submissive person
would bow down to their Dominant. Hmmm…have you not learned a damn
thing about me?

“I came in your mouth, asshole, after I was
told not to. But didn’t I taste motherfucking delicious?” I
taunted.

I heard the paddle before I ever felt it; my
body jolted, and I screamed. I was not expecting pain like that. It
was way worse than what a hand could ever do.

“Are you ready to play nice, Lilith?” he
asked with a satisfied tone.

“What do you think?”

Another smack, harder this time. I wanted to
jump up and down to relieve the pain.

“Is that all you got, Mika?” I implied,
waiting for the smack.

I heard him shuffling around. What happened
next I would have never expected.