The Madam

by M. Robinson

  He grunted, “Fuck…you’re tight.” He licked his hand and smacked her ass. I reached for his pants and grabbed his belt. It made it swoosh sound as I roughly pulled it from the belt loops. Once it was free, I snapped it on the ground, Mika’s eyes averted back to me and he groaned. I snapped it again and that time it got Layla’s attention.

  The trepidation was engraved all over her beautiful face.

  “Do you trust me?” I questioned with a certain edge to my tone.

  “Yes, Madam,” she immediately responded, not giving it a second thought.

  I gripped her wrists together above her head and looped the belt around them, tying it as tight at it would go. Her breathing escalated and I held her forward to hold her still; Mika began to slide in and out of her. At first, he was gentle, the louder her moans grew the harder he fucked her.

  I repositioned myself to the side of her body, laying the length of her. I slipped the toe of my shoe beneath the belt between her wrists, and straightened my leg to keep her body stiff. I put my fingers in Mika’s mouth and then lowered them to her clit. I manipulated her body and when she’d start to spasm, I pushed my leg further, stretching her body and stopping the shaking of her impending orgasm.

  I was an asshole.

  Her legs started to tremble; she was close. I looked up at Mika as I used my other hand to push two fingers into her pussy.

  “How do you like being fucked in every hole, Layla?” he antagonized.

  “Awww! Oh fuck, please don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she repeated, over and over again.

  She was soaking wet and seconds later, she came with such force that she pushed my fingers out of her. Mika let her ride out her orgasm and then pulled out of her. He removed the belt and dismissed her. She happily obliged.

  I looked him square in the face. “Who the fuck do you think you are breaking up my good time? I wasn’t done with her. You need to realize where your place is, Mika. I don’t need to keep reminding you.”

  “No, Angel…you need to realize that all this bullshit of Madam isn’t going to work with me. Now bend over the desk and stick out your ass. You have been a very bad girl. You know what happens to bad girls, I have always shown you. I think you are the one that needs to be reminded,” he stated, walking toward me. He grabbed the belt from the floor and whipped it for effect.

  I didn’t move an inch and with the belt in his hand, he lashed it at my thigh. “Move!” He shouted. I cringed having to follow orders, but I knew Mika and the look in his eyes meant business. He had this ability to change into someone I didn’t recognize, especially when he was in scene mode. I begrudgingly moved one foot in front of the other and perched my hands on the corner of the desk, sticking my ass in the air.

  This is where the tables turned. As much as I wanted to be in control, my body had other desires; it wanted to be controlled. I wanted to feel the pain, the burn, the sting. I wanted to feel the fire of the only man that I ever allowed to get close to me.

  I heard the belt before I ever felt it and my fingernails dug beneath the desk. He made me count every last blow and by the time he was at twenty, I was sweating, panting, wet, and horny as fuck.

  He rubbed at the skin that was already developing welts; playing me like a fiddle to lean into him and lavish everything he had to offer.

  “Where is the big bad Madam, huh?” He breathed into my neck, leaving a trail of his moist tongue behind.

  “You love it, Angel. Just fucking admit it. You love what only I can offer you…we both get off on it. I could have come with that VIP, but I didn’t. I wanted to come with the one and only. There is no pussy like yours, I always come back for more and you always willingly spread your legs. It pisses you off as much as it turns you on.”

  His hands continued their assault on my ass. I wanted to push him away, I wanted to yell at him and tell him to get the fuck out and never come back, but I couldn’t. It fucked with my mind as much as it did my heart. I had to shake the thoughts that consumed my very being. Mika had made it very clear where we stood, and I couldn’t let my guard down. I wouldn’t show him any sort of weakness and that’s what love was to me. It was something that people use against you. It’s the very tool that can control and finish you off.

  I would never let that happen to me.

  Not then, not now, not ever.

  I pushed all those thoughts to where I kept all of my feelings, deep within my core. Where only I would ever allow them to be seen or heard.

  He smacked my ass, bringing me back to the present, to the moment where I lived and needed to be.

  “Where did you go, Angel?” he whispered, kissing his way to my ass.

  “Nowhere. Just fuck me.”

  “Not until I take what I want.” I watched his mouth move to my pussy from behind and I fell forward on the desk and spread my legs wider. My elbows held me up, and my face fell in between my forearms. He spread my ass cheeks and licked me from my anus to my opening and pushed his tongue as deep as it would go. I bit my bottom lip, trying to relieve the pressure that was building in the pit of my stomach.

  He slid in between my legs and was now facing my pussy; he grabbed my left leg and laid it on his shoulder. He licked all around my outer lips; I gyrated my hips forward and back, trying to entice him to lick my nub. He wouldn’t have it. I knew what he wanted. He wanted to hear me say the words. Mika was a sadist bastard; as much as he didn’t want a commitment with me, he still wanted to bring me to my knees. He always wanted to feel like he could do whatever he wanted with me.

  It didn’t matter how many clients and scenes I had done, it was all for show, it was all part of the fantasy, the rouge. Mika knew when it was me and him, there were no such things. We had this connection that only we understood. I hated it as much as I loved it. Anything I spoke, I meant, and he knew that.

  He kissed the top of my mound. “Say it,” he demanded, making me whimper.

  “Ugh…” I groaned.

  “Say it or I will fucking leave you like this. Tell me what I need to hear.”

  I hesitated. “Please…” I whispered, loud enough for him to hear.

  The second the word left my lips, he devoured my clit. He sucked on my nub making my nerve ending come alive, his hands reached around and he slapped on the welts of my ass, making me feel the pleasure and pain that I craved. The softness and warmth of his tongue had me needing and pleading to come. He moved his head up and down, left and right, and in circles, driving me closer to the brink.

  He aggressively rocked my hips into his face and I moved in sync with him.

  “God, yes, please don’t stop…that feels so fucking good,” I shamelessly pleaded.

  He shoved his thumb into my pussy and pressed down, over and over again.

  “Mika…” I screamed out in ecstasy. I could feel the fucker smiling under me as he licked me clean.

  I barely had time to catch my breath before he pushed my entire body forward; making me lay flat on the desk.

  “Grab onto the sides of the desk.” I did.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard. I want to have your cunt gripping me so fucking tight that I can barely move in and out of you. Every time you sit tomorrow you are going to feel the burn of my belt and when you walk, you’re going to know whose dick was inside you.” He plunged in with so much force that I moved forward and my hands hurt from the impact.

  The angle of my body made it precise for him to hit my g-spot every time. It didn’t take long for my pussy to throb and my body to start to tremble. The desk pressed into my lower abdomen and the sensation made it all the more inviting for my orgasm.

  “I’m close,” I revealed as I moved my thigh to lie on the desk.

  “Fuck…you’re wet. You know what your wet pussy does to me.” He moved faster, quicker, and with more determination.

  I started to play with my clit and my pussy clenched and clamped down on his cock. He thrust in one last time before he came deep inside me. His forehead dropped to my back and we
both panted and breathed each other in for I don’t know how long. He removed himself from me and held me up until I regained my balance and equilibrium.

  We both redressed quietly, neither one of us wanting to break the silence. When we were both dressed, he came over to me and kissed the inside of my wrist and left.

  That night changed a lot of things for me and we both knew it.

  I sat in the office chair overlooking the entire office. It was mine. I was twenty-six years old and I had the world at my fingertips, and by that I mean VIP. I held the key to the city.

  Take it or leave it, I was in charge now, and nothing or no one was going to change that. Winner takes all.

  There is no fiction here.

  It was fact.

  I was no longer Lilith.

  I was The Madam.

  Chapter 23

  The days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months rather quickly. Six months came and went at rapid speed. I enjoyed every fucking second of it; I’m not going to lie and say taking over didn’t come with some confusion or hit and misses, I experienced it all. My mother left that night and I had barely heard from her since, last we talked she was taking a sabbatical through Europe.

  Trust me, I didn’t for one second think or imagine my mother would hold my hand through the process of me taking over. It was sink or swim with her, it always had been. The most time consuming part that I never got to witness was how much paperwork and organizational skills I had to have to make sure that I crossed all my Ts and dotted my Is. I learned quickly that my mother ran a very successful business, but I will toot my own goddamn horn and say that I found mistakes and corrected them immediately.

  For one, I made sure that everyone loved me, and by everyone, I mean all the people I paid off with pussy and money to keep their mouths shut; especially the Chief of Police, Governor, and the DEA. They were my new best friends. I also made all old and new clients sign release forms; not just with a black pen, but also with blood. If I went down, they were coming with me, and they knew it when they signed on the dotted line. It was a win/win for everyone involved.

  I hired some new girls and got rid of some others. I made it perfectly clear that there was no bullshitting around. One thing I never received from my mother was affection, I knew she loved me, but there wasn’t a time I could think of that I received an embrace just because. I wasn’t very good at expressing myself because of it and it made me want to be different. I wanted to show the VIPs that I would be there for them, in any way, shape, or form. It was important to me for them to see me as their Madam, but it had to have a much further in depth definition than what my mother implied.

  It had to be all or nothing.

  They needed to trust me, love me, and die for me. Just like any family member would do for you. I made sure that I established a different kind of relationship than my mother had with them. It wasn’t all about money and they needed to be certain of that. It came down to respect, admiration, and loyalty. It required me to be their one and only. I learned from my mother’s mistakes like most children do. Although my upbringing was much different than the norm, I still learned to take the bad with the good.

  My mother wasn’t a bad woman by any means, there are far worse out there. She did things in the way she thought she should. I never met my grandmother or grandfather; now that I think about it, I never met anyone in my family outside of my parents. I never asked about them and they were never discussed with me. I’m not quite sure if it was hush-hush for a reason, but I never looked into it. The day I took over was the day that I realized that I had a family, I had a responsibility to my girls. They were mine to look after and to love and cherish.

  That is one thing that I changed immediately. My heart opened in an unexpected way. It came the minute I sat in the office chair, and I glorified in the supremacy that I held. It wasn’t just about my life anymore. I had VIPs that I needed to look after. It was beyond any commitment I had ever willingly placed myself in. It scared me as much as it intrigued me; like I have said throughout this entire story, I don’t do love. I don’t know how to handle it, but it changed the day I took over. I love VIP. It was the first time that I ever felt something for someone else. It wasn’t just about me anymore; it was about everything and anything it encompassed.

  My life had always been about VIP.

  It was my one true love.

  VIP was my beginning, my middle, and my end.

  I showed, taught, and explained to all the VIPs how things were going to proceed and they all accepted it with open arms. These women weren’t lost children who needed or wanted a mother. They weren’t broken. It wasn’t about me fixing them. It was a mutual two way street where we each got to drive a car. It was a partnership; 50/50. They made decisions as much as I did. From my experiences, people will do something ten times more when they are told they can’t, it’s human nature. You want what you can’t have.

  Well…I allowed them to have it all. The human mind is a beautiful thing if appreciated; you give them a taste, they will always come back for more. You give them an inch and they will take a mile. I wanted them to have that mentality, it made them better and I wanted the best. Only the strong survive and that was VIP. The elite. I choose you, and if I did, there was a motherfucking reason for it.

  Now…don’t get confused and interpret my honesty for weakness. I was still very much a hardcore bitch; you don’t run an empire by being nice. I still needed to instill fear and curiosity; it was a necessity to understand that I was always going to be a wildcard. You bark at me and I bite back. I was a double-edged sword and you didn’t fuck with me. They knew not to mistake my kindness for weakness; I didn’t have to explain it. It was an entitlement for me. I was one lucky bitch to get the cards that I was dealt and I wasn’t stupid enough to take that for granted.

  From the second I was born I was handed a silver spoon and I made sure that my VIPs felt precisely the same way. They were treasured jewels. The clients were aware of this as much as the girls were; becoming a client of VIP was like trying to join the CIA. There were certain characteristics and charisma you needed to carry in order to have one of my girls. I made sure that they were wined and dined before any sexual act were to occur. It was essential that VIP stood for something other than Very Important Pussy. The principle behind it was indispensible.

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  My father still stayed in and out of my life, but like I said before, I always made time for him when he wanted to see me. I sat in my office waiting for him to arrive one afternoon. The door opened and I didn’t have to look up to know that he was disappointed. The atmosphere of the room dropped significantly from light to dark; he was coming in to battle. I should have expected it.

  He walked over to me and sat on the chair and I didn’t bother to look up.

  “Tell me it’s not true,” he pleaded. It was the first time I had heard desperation in my father’s voice. I braced myself before I looked up, and when I finally did his eyes were glossy. We stayed silent, just staring at each other for a few seconds; I didn’t have to answer for him to know the truth. He knew it the minute he walked into the office, maybe even before that.

  “Lilith,” he tested.

  I cocked my head to the side and corrected him, “Madam.” His head fell down in shame.

  “What do you want from me? What did you expect? I’m not here to point fingers or anything, but fathers who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.”

  “I didn’t want this for you,” he said barely above a whisper.

  “We don’t always get what we want, now do we? I don’t know why you’re so concerned; it never stopped you before. Don’t cause yourself more grey hair, I am sitting pretty,” I reminded.

  “I hate this. You have no idea what life awaits you. You’re already changing. I noticed it the minute I walked into the room. VIP will consume you. You will never have a real life. It will eat you up and spit you right back out.”

  “Who the hell
do you think you are? You have no right to come in here and judge me for my choices and decisions, not one goddamn right…you need to remember that you may be my father by blood, but that’s all we share. There is no father-daughter bonding between us. I see you because I choose to, not because I have to. If you’d like me to change that, then I gladly will. But don’t come in here and pretend we are anything more than blood,” I scorned.

  He looked up and there were tears falling from his eyes. “I failed you.”

  I laughed. “You failed me from the day I was born. Let’s not pretend to play house, it’s not a good look for you,” I tormented.

  “I can’t see you like this. I won’t. I watched VIP destroy your mother, I can’t go through that again.”

  I shook my head and sighed. “The door is right behind you; don’t let it hit you on the way out.”

  “I love you, Lilith. I never thought it would come to this. I never imagined that you would actually take over. I thought you would find love, a nice man to give you a family. Something, anything other than this,” he suggested.

  “You have no idea who I am, you never have. I was made to do this! It’s my fucking destiny. I will never be like my mother; I will be so much better. VIP is my legacy. If you can’t stand to watch me succeed then you need to get the fuck out. I have never needed you in my life. I didn’t ask you for anything, ever! If you want to pretend like we are more than what we are to each other and you want to win the father of the year award, then you need to call your other children for that. This one has no idea who you are other than someone who comes around when it’s convenient for him.” I took a deep breath and stood up to walk around the desk.

  “I don’t need you in my life. If you want to continue to see me then I will make time for you, like I always have. You want to leave and never come back, then that’s your choice. Decisions are a very personal thing. You made your bed, now it’s time to lie in it,” I spewed.