by M. Robinson
“There, don’t you feel better? Honestly…you can’t tell me you don’t feel like a million bucks, because you sure do look it,” I said. I love being right and by the look on her face she knew I was too. She would learn that I am never wrong, it’s going to take time, but we will get there. I was sure of it.
“Actually, I do, Madam. I can see where you’re coming from. I’m sorry.”
“It’s already forgotten, silly girl.” She grabbed her purse and we were out the door. She followed me to the parking garage, I had her next gift in my hand and I couldn’t wait to see her face. I stopped her as she started to walk to the passenger side.
“Wow, that’s one hell of a car,” she said right on cue. I slid my hand into hers with the keys.
“Great, because it’s yours.”
“What the fuck? Are you kidding? I haven’t even made any money yet.”
“Ysabelle,” I said in a frustrated tone.
“Thank you, Madam.” I smiled and started to walk over to the passenger side.
It would have been an understatement to say how much I enjoyed being able to give Ysabelle all that she deserved. I felt pride, excitement, and fulfillment.
The saints had given me another.
Redemption.
And it came in the form of Ysabelle Telle.
Chapter 37
The next few days Ysabelle got acquainted with the girls, though I could immediately tell she got along the best with Brooke. I wondered if I influenced that. Girls get attached to those they experiment first with.
The second we made it to The Gala, Brooke took Ysabelle to the bathroom, just how she was supposed to. I circulated the room, mingling with everyone, and then I saw him.
Mika.
I ignored him and turned to find the girls. As soon as the three gentlemen saw Ysabelle, they wanted her. It was going to be a great night…unfortunately, I spoke to soon.
Ysabelle made a complete fool of herself and, God, if it didn’t make me want to put her over my knee.
“Can you excuse us, gentlemen?” I announced to them, not looking at Ysabelle.
She followed me to an office where I leaned against the desk, crossing my ankles. She wrung her hands and dropped her head, waiting for the storm. And it only further pissed me off.
“What are you doing? Drop your hands and look at me. Do you want to be here, Ysabelle? Have I not made myself perfectly clear about everything, and what is expected from you? Do you think for one second that any of this behavior you’re exhibiting right now, will be tolerated? If you would rather go back to earning not even half of what you are truly worth, then the damn door is behind you.” I let out a loud frustrated sigh and composed myself.
I didn’t need to make her feel any worse than she already did, even though I wanted to. I had to hold back and not be too hard on her, and it was one of the toughest things I ever had to do.
“Now…are you ready?” I tested. If she answered no, I couldn’t be held responsible for what I was going to do.
“Yes. I’m fine. I promise.”
I smiled a deviant little smile as I walked toward her. I circled her and moved her hair from the front of her shoulder to her back. “Who’s holding the control, Bella Rosa?” I asked in my domineering tone.
“I am,” she replied.
“That’s my girl, now you’re going to put these nerves to rest and show these men how confident you are. You’ve got the looks. You’ve got the body, and you need to have the confidence, my beautiful girl. I want to see you express that authority. Do you understand me, Ysabelle?” I asked, raising my voice and causing her to jump a little.
Learn one thing; your children need to fear you. It’s a part of parenting.
“I’m sorry, Madam. Of course, I understand everything,” she replied with more confidence.
“You are in control. You don’t ever forget that. These men do not pay for a little girl.”
She learned right then and there that I was to be respected. I didn’t fuck around and she needed to pick and choose her battles. She decided at that moment that I was her Madam.
“I’m ready, Madam,” she promised.
“Follow me,” I ordered.
I left her in Brooke’s room to observe her, but also to get her wet.
A hand grabbed my upper arm and pulled me into the adjoining room.
“Who the hell-” I shouted and stopped when I saw Mika’s smirking face.
“I’m working. Can I help you?”
He leaned on the dresser and crossed his arms and ankles. “You know, Angel, I’m not going to say that my feelings aren’t hurt a little because they are.”
I rolled my eyes. “What the fuck are you going on about?”
“Why didn’t you offer her to me?” he questioned.
“What?”
“The new girl, Ysabelle. I want her.” He smiled.
I laughed. “Well you can’t have her. She’s already taken.”
“I’ll pay three times as much as her suitor did.”
“No,” I hastily responded.
He cocked his head to the side. “Really? Since when do you turn down money or give a fuck who I play with. Our relationship is supposed to stay the same, says you. Well guess what? I want her. Make it happen. I’ll even let you watch. I know how much you love to watch, Angel. ”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I don’t have time for this. She is already taken; it has nothing to do with you.”
“All right, then I want her tomorrow or the next time she is available,” he spoke with conviction.
“No,” was all I could reply.
“Why?” he countered.
I walked right up to him. “Because, Ysabelle is made for other things. I will never allow you to have her.”
“I don’t understand. Since when do you give a flying fuck where I stick my cock? I have been with almost all the VIPs, she’s up next.”
“I don’t have time for this. It’s not happening, now or ever. Don’t worry about it, Mika. I’ll make it up to you, and I will throw in free VIPs just for you.”
“Why are you being so possessive over her?”
I leaned in close to his lips, and seductively traced them while looking into his eyes. “Because…she’s mine.” I turned and left.
As soon as I closed the door, I leaned my entire body weight on it, feeling like my legs were going to give out. I took three deep breaths and composed myself before walking back to get Ysabelle.
She turned and saw me quietly wave for her to join me from the cracked door.
“Are we good now, Ysabelle?” I didn’t have to ask. Her eyes were dilated and dark.
“Absolutely.”
“Fabulous. Darling, we had a little bit of a bidding war with our men this evening. It seems as though the gentlemen all want a piece of the action,” I boasted, raising my eyebrows.
Up until Mika decided to cloud my judgment, I was thrilled with the outcome for her first time. I couldn’t wait to watch her in action, not because of the arousal, but from the power and control she was about to realize she held all this time.
“I didn’t want to overwhelm you too much for your first time, so we came up with a happy medium. Gabriel wants you more, he paid top dollar for you. Here’s the catch…the rest of the men get to watch.” I paused for a moment to let her soak in my words.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head; it’s only the three suitors you met downstairs. And me of course. I wouldn’t leave you alone, my pet, at least not your first time, don’t fret.” I paused and looked at her directly in the eyes to make sure I was understood.
“No one is allowed to touch you other than Gabriel,” I explained.
She was intimidated. I knew she didn’t want to make the same mistake and disappoint me again. It pleased me that she was more nervous about me than she was about the men.
I needed to reassure her. “Bella, my love. Stop worrying about pleasing me, and focus on pleasing yourself. This is about you, an
d nobody else.”
We walked into the room and the three gentlemen sat center stage waiting for her. I never said a word. I went to a bistro table in the corner, trying to make myself as invisible as possible. This wasn’t about me; it was about her.
I watched with an incredible amount of pride on my face, I was sure. The way she took control but submitted to him all at the same time was absolutely perfect. I couldn’t have asked her to do a better job.
All three men were stroking themselves.
“Yes…yes…just like that…I’m coming…I’m coming…” she begged while coming undone.
I smiled. I know I have said this time and time again; however, you truly need to understand. I couldn’t reiterate it enough.
VIPs aren’t made; they’re born.
He moved her to the bed and laid her on her back in the middle.
This was it. She could never go back from this.
She opened her eyes to find Gabriel smiling above her with the most satisfied smirk on his face. She turned her face and caught me leaving through the slits in her overactive eyes. I smiled at her with a wink as I exited the room.
I didn’t have to watch to know that he fucked her and she loved it.
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Our limo ride home was quiet. Ysabelle’s mind was racing.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I questioned.
“Mmm hmm.”
“Care to share, Bella Rosa?”
“I was just thinking I feel pleased…excited. I’m on a high right now. Does that make sense?”
“Perfectly.” I reached into my clutch and retrieved a white envelope. This was going to make it so much better.
“This, Bella Rosa, will make you feel even higher.” She opened it and there, before her very eyes, were hundreds and hundreds of bills. She had never seen that much money before.
“It’s $80,000.” Her mouth dropped open.
“You made $160,000 tonight; Gabriel paid $100,000 to be your first client. I charged the other suitors a measly $20,000, forgive me for that, Bella Rosa, I had to entice them regarding the price. I promise you, they will pay more for you later; that I can assure you. Enjoy it, as you will never forget your first time.”
And I meant every fucking word.
Chapter 38
Time had flown by, VIP was everywhere, and I do mean absolutely everywhere. Ysabelle brought in tons of business; I was actually turning clients away because she was always booked. Men and women loved her; I even started charging more money for her. She always let me handle the financial and booking details for her, she could have taken it over, but she wanted it to be my responsibility. She said it made it easier for her.
That only proved to me that Ysabelle wanted to be taken care of, and I didn’t mind doing it.
It all happened so fast and I wish that I had seen it coming; I wish I could tell you that I felt it or something, but I would be lying. I haven’t lied to you yet, so I’m not going to start now. I didn’t ever think that it would happen, not one fucking bit of it.
I was ecstatic when he finally called.
Sebastian Vanwell was one of the biggest power players in Miami. He was the top rated yacht dealer all over, and devastatingly handsome. I was thrilled when I heard he got a card for Ysabelle- see, that’s who she was. That’s just the type of people she brought in.
Only the best.
I always knew he was married. Did I care? What do you think?
Just in case…I didn’t give a shit about him being married. Here’s what threw me off though. He was happily married- and by happily, I mean he was head over heels in love with his wife and child- and we didn’t get a lot of those. That’s just the magnetic pull that my girl has…I honestly didn’t think he was going to call; it was like a silent test for Ysabelle. A test she passed with flying colors. I was the one that failed, not her.
“Mr. Vanwell, so nice of you to finally call, darling,” I proclaimed.
“Oh…wait– I think you have me confused with someone else. You don’t know me,” he explained.
I learned a long time ago how to work a man, you stroke his ego.
“Oh no? You’re not Sebastian Vanwell, Alejandro’s friend? I apologize if I have mistaken you for someone else,” I said and he laughed nervously.
“I do know Alejandro. I don’t think I would call him my friend. I didn’t know he would speak of me to you. I’m caught a little off guard by that.”
As he should be, I wouldn’t want my acquaintances talking about me either. Appearances were the only thing that mattered in this town. I needed to reassure him that I meant no harm and that he could trust me. Fuck, all he had to believe was that I was his new best friend.
“Mr. Vanwell, there is nothing to worry about. My business tailors to clientele through referrals. All clients know this, and they also know not to refer unless they know the person can keep the upmost anonymity. Alejandro just let me know that he gave you a business card.”
“Right. Listen…I don’t even know why I’m calling. I’m sorry I wasted your time,” he said as he was about to hang up. I would never let him get away that easily.
“Sebastian…may I call you Sebastian?” I asked.
“Umm…yes.”
“Great. Sebastian, I can sense your nervousness over the phone. You’re not doing anything wrong, darling. Just relax. We’re two consenting adults talking. Now let me begin by telling you how excited I am that you called. I heard you were quite taken by my Ysabelle. She is a beautiful thing isn’t she?”
“Yes,” he whispered as I chuckled.
“Ysabelle is my prized possession, Sebastian; she is very special to me. Do you understand that?”
“I do. Can I speak freely?”
“Of course.”
“I’m not quite sure what you mean. She belongs to you? I don’t understand.”
“Oh yes…I have gotten a bit ahead of myself, haven’t I? Please excuse my carelessness. Ysabelle works for me, Sebastian. She’s my girl, she’s an escort.”
He didn’t speak for several seconds, but I heard his breathing so I knew he was still there. I needed to reel him back in. I didn’t for once second believe he didn’t know what Ysabelle was, that piqued my interest that much more.
“Are you there?”
“I’m sorry to have wasted your time. I had no idea. I’m a happily married man. I just thought…I– I don’t know what I thought,” he stuttered.
“It’s all right, darling. I keep my business discrete for several reasons. You have nothing to be ashamed of, Sebastian, you haven’t done anything wrong. Ysabelle provides several different forms of companionship. This isn’t what you think it is. My girls are not prostitutes, they are prized jewels and not just any man can be with them.”
“With all due respect, I am fully aware of what an escort entails, Madam,” he addressed with a tone I didn’t approve of.
“Really? Well then, Sebastian, why don’t you put your money where your mouth is? You’re obviously taken with my Ysabelle, or else you wouldn’t be calling a month and a half later. You could have Ysabelle for an evening and you could do with her as you please. I promise you won’t regret it.”
“There would be no need for sex?” he hesitated.
“Sex is not a need, it’s a want. Unless you want it, then no; you can talk, and just enjoy one another’s company. There is no harm in that, now is there?”
“How much?”
Got him.
“My girls aren’t rented by the hour, Sebastian. Since I can feel your hesitation, I will allow it this time. How about $5,000 for two hours?”
“$2,500 an hour to talk to someone?” he blurted.
“I never said my girls were cheap, Sebastian. My girls are ladies and expect to be treated as so.”
“Whatever. When can I see her?”
“Well…that’s up to you. How fast can you come in to see me?”
“I don’t follow.”
“I know you’re not planning on bei
ng intimate with Ysabelle, however, there is still a process that needs to take place before you can have her.”
“Which is?”
“You would need to come in and have a physical, and be tested for any discrepancies. Also, I would need your social and fingerprints to run a background check. I also need to keep a card on file. I protect what’s mine, Sebastian, I’m sure you can understand that,” I proclaimed.
“I understand. I can come in tomorrow afternoon, let’s say around noon.”
“Perfect, it won’t take long for the results. If everything clears, you could see her this Friday. Her appointment for that night canceled. His loss is your gain. I can tell her once everything comes back, and put you on the schedule. Now where would you like to arrange to meet her?”
“I’m not quite sure. I’m married and I don’t think my wife would appreciate what the hell I’m even doing; this will be a one-time thing, I just need to see her this once and I will be done. I won’t need more time with her.”
“Of course.” I smiled; this was not going to be the last time. It never was when it came to Ysabelle.
“Well, may I suggest a hotel room? There’s privacy and the discretion that you need.”
“Have her meet me at The W at 6 pm, I will confirm the room number as soon as it’s booked,” he replied, trying not to sound uncertain.
“Have a great evening, goodbye.” I hung up before he had a chance to change his mind. Not that I thought he was going to.
I had no clue what the future would hold. Nothing could have prepared me for what was to come. It was the first time in my life that I understood what my mother felt like when she wasn’t in control.
I really was my mother’s daughter, and that scared me more than anything.
Chapter 39
I had invited Ysabelle over a few months later to catch up and have lunch. We usually tried to every other week or so. There we were, talking about her recent trip to Australia with a client, when my phone rang.
“Sebastian, darling, what a nice surprise. How are you?” I said into the phone. I looked over at Ysabelle and her eyes widened for just a second, but I caught it.