Chapter 22

“Madam got your tongue?” I taunted. “I have something to make it better.” I repositioned Layla on her front, making her ass lift slightly higher. I poured some cocaine that I had in a vile on Layla’s ass cheek. I snorted half of it, and Mika followed suit.

“Are we friends now?” I provoked.

“Angel…we never stopped being friends.” I narrowed my eyes at him and placed my attention back to Layla. My face went to the back of her neck, breathing her in. She smelled like sex and lust, my two favorite combinations. I lightly blew air and trailed soft kisses to her shoulder blades, leaving her skin aroused and alarmed.

“Layla, since Mika isn’t playing nice how about we play without him.” I said, staring only into Mika’s eyes.

I continued to make my way down until I got to the crevice of her ass. I licked her pucker and she hummed. Mika’s cock bounced, I smiled and licked her again. I seductively walked my fingers down her spine and to the curve of her ass. I spanked her hard. She yelped and moaned at the same time, which only made me do it again. I spanked her until her ass was red and my hand hurt.

See, sex got Mika off but not as much as S&M. He liked pain, he loved to watch it, feel it, and do it. I never played fair. I knew how to get what I wanted, even if I had to play dirty.

“What do you want me to do?” he pleaded.

“I want you to spit on your hand and push your finger in to the second knuckle.”

“Where?”

I spanked her ass. “Anywhere you want.” I spanked her again and her whole body vibrated.

He leaned into her ear, “Huh, you dirty girl? You like that don’t you. You want me to stick my fingers in your cunt or your ass? Tell me, baby…where do you want it?” he dominated.

She panted, “I want it wherever Madam wants me to have it.”

I spanked her again. “Good girl. Stick them in her ass.” She swayed her hips back and forth, in a silent plea of asking for it. Mika did exactly what I told him to do and eased his fingers into her pucker. She cried out in desperation, her entire body quivered, from her fingertips to her toes. She pushed back onto his fingers, making him go deeper and harder. He obliged but just for a minute.

I told you he was sadist. He spit in his other hand and wrapped that one around his cock, he stroked up and down making it wet. He aimed it at her ass and hit her with it.

“You want his cock, Layla?”

“Mmmm…I want what Madam wants,” she repeated.

I pulled her hair at the nook of her neck. “You’re such a good girl.” I pulled her hair harder with every accented word I praised. I motioned with a nod for Mika to thrust his cock where I knew he wanted it. He nudged at her anus and I watched as he filled her completely; her insatiable body took him in.

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.