The Madam

by M. Robinson

  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.

  Chapter 9

  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 plac
ed 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.

  “You know what happens to bad girls who can’t follow direction, Lilith?” I could feel his breathing close to my ear. “They get fucked.” His fingers touched my clit, gathering up the moisture, and he roughly pushed two fingers inside me. I moaned.

  “But not here, Lilith.” He pushed harder on my g-spot. “Here,” he stated as he rubbed around the pucker of my anus.

  I didn’t have time to acknowledge before he struck my ass with the paddle again, much harder than before. I screamed in pain.

  “Have nothing to say, Angel? That’s a shame; but it doesn’t mean I’m going to stop either,” he said as he smacked me again.

  My ass was on fire and there was no denying that there would be welts. He smacked it seven times repeatedly and I thought I might pass out from the pain. My body was sweating and my throat felt raw from yelling. I was on the verge of saying “vanilla”.

  He lightly smacked my ass with the palm of his hand and it felt soothing. He would caress slow circles after each smack, and the familiar yearning arose.

  I couldn’t comprehend how my body could react from pain to pleasure, but it surely did. It was as if I had no control over my emotions, my wants, my needs; he had completely taken over my body.

  “I will fuck your ass, Lilith, but not tonight.”

  He carried me over to the bed, after removing the straps, and laid me flat on my back. I yelped from the contact.

  “I have a surprise, Angel; want to see what it is? Be a good girl and I will show you.”

  He removed my blindfold and it took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the lighting. Little by little, I realized we weren’t alone in the room, there were at least ten male bystanders. All of them standing around the bed watching me.

  My mouth parted and I licked my lips. I watched as they made room for Nakita as she walked by. She was another VIP; twenty-one and came directly from Russia. She was gorgeous, her red hair made her small facial features more prominent, and her bright blue eyes stuck out from a mile away. My eyes devoured her ridiculous body; at 5’8, she had creamy legs that wouldn’t end, a small waist, and 34D breasts.

  She crawled over to me, running her fingertips on my body.

  “Lilith’s been a bad girl,” she mocked; just like Alexandria, her accent was hypnotizing.

  “Turn around, Lilith, show her my handy work,” Mika demanded.

  I got on my hands and knees and Nakita caressed the welts on my ass.

  “Awe, poor baby VIP…let me make it better,” she teased.

  She slowly began to kiss the welts and moved her way to the crevice of my anus. She smiled deviously, as she looked me straight in the eyes before taking her tongue and licking from my clit to the ring of my pucker. I slightly jolted from the initial contact to my most private place.

  “You taste as good as you look, Lilith,” she groaned, proceeding to attack my ass with her fingers.

  “She’s an anal virgin, Mika. What am I suppose to do with that? Maybe just a finger,” she taunted as she pushed her index finger in, making me moan and squirm.

  I was in the middle of some warped version of an initiation and it was then that I realized The Cathouse was like the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah with valet parking.

  But how can something so wrong…feel so f
ucking right? I embraced my turn, my legacy, and my chance. It was my opportunity to prove myself to everyone that I am and will always be a VIP.

  I watched as Mika removed his slacks and it was the first time tonight that I saw his cock. My initial thought was if there was some unwritten rule that the clients of VIP had to be hung, because Mika was just as, if not more, impressive than Julian. His cock stood at attention; long, hard, and thick. He wrapped his hand around the base of his dick and brought it over to my mouth.

  He shoved it to the back of my throat and groaned. He pulled my hair back with his hand as he pumped in and out of my mouth. I sucked his cock, as Nakita finger fucked my ass. I didn’t pay any attention to what the voyeurs were doing, but I’m assuming they were participating in their own way.

  I could feel the throbbing of his cock as he violated my mouth with everything he had. I wasn’t far off from my own ecstasy, but I wanted more. I sucked him one last time before removing him out of my mouth and making my way over to Nakita. I still had the taste of him in my mouth and I wanted to share. I kissed Nakita and we twirled our tongues, masking Mika’s arousal.

  Mika started playing with both our pussies and it only increased the need of release.

  “I want to see you girls fuck each other. Put on a show for me,” he huskily urged.

  Nikita unexpectedly pushed me back on the bed and then she spread my legs. She positioned herself in front of me and placed her pussy on top of mine. We sat with our legs entwined with each other. I followed her lead as she moved her hips front and back like she would if she were riding a man.

  The pooling wetness, the uncontrollable moans, and the visuals of everything around us were comparable to a mystical divine awakening. We rubbed our pussies together, faster, harder, urgently wanting to come.

  “Fuck yes,” Mika grunted, as he pulled Nakita away from me and I whimpered at the loss. He placed her on all fours and violently thrust into her, shoving her forward from the momentum.

  “Lick her pussy, Nikita; make her come in your mouth.”

  She rested on her elbows and devoured my clit, moving her head side to side, as Mika pushed in and out of her, making her mouth move faster on me. Her moaning felt like a vibrator and she sucked on my nub never letting up.