Chapter 33

It was August 2007, and it had been two years since Ysabelle had come to Miami. I kept my eye on her the entire time, just waiting to make my next move; the time had finally come to make her mine. I got all the VIPs together to go to the bar she worked at. As soon as we walked in, I saw her pretty little face watch our every move; she wanted it. I reserved the entire private room in the back of the bar. I had been around this lifestyle my entire life and the look on her face was recognizable, she was mesmerized. Her eyes absorbed every last bit of us, I owned her body, mind, and soul before she ever knew my name.

This was the day that changed her life; it’s the day she met her Madam.

I knew she had a break coming up and I went to the bathroom, purposely leaving it open. I knew my Bella Rosa like the back of my hand; you don’t become The Madam without knowing every detail of everyone you surround yourself with. I took out my vile of cocaine and poured some on the side of the bathroom sink. I was in the middle of doing my second line when she walked in.

“Shit, I’m sorry the door wasn’t locked.”

She turned to leave, but I quickly grabbed her by the arm and turned her around, wanting the door to shut behind her. I stared intently into her green eyes and placed my left arm beside her head, then I proceeded to do the same with her other arm after locking the door; I caged her in. I turned my face to the nook in her neck and inhaled. Her body tensed up and I knew that she had never experienced anything of what I was doing to her; she didn’t know what to feel or what to think. Although, this pretty baby did try to remain calm. “You smell almost edible. If I lick you, will you melt in my mouth?” I asked with a sultry tone.

She didn’t say one word. She stood deathly still while I smelled the side of her neck. She halted her breathing when I started to lay light, soft kisses from her neck to her collarbone. Very subtly and slowly, I took out my tongue and glided it down to her cleavage. She started to slightly hyperventilate. It caused her chest to noticeably heave. I still lightly kissed and licked her cleavage. I took my left hand and started to twirl the hair that hung on the side of her face. I twirled it around and around in my finger several times, until I finally placed it behind her ear.

Using my first two fingers on the same hand, I glided them down from the side of her face to her collarbone. With those fingers, I proceeded to lightly trace the cleavage at the top of her shirt; with both hands, I pushed her breasts up and began to kiss them firmer. I could tell she wanted to laugh and I knew it was from nerves, or maybe even arousal. This was new and foreign to her; I knew that instantly. She could tell my demeanor changed, we were that in tune. I stopped and looked straight into her eyes.

“Are you nervous, beautiful girl? Hmmm…? I think maybe you are also slightly aroused.” She knew I could read her mind, and I’m sure it made her curious.

“Do you want to tell me your name?”

She tried to catch her breath. “Ysabelle,” she managed to say in a voice that sounded slightly erotic, yet terrified.

I took my face out of her cleavage and looked right into her eyes. “Beautiful name for a very beautiful girl. Ysabelle, how old are you?”

“Twenty-three,” she replied.

I smirked and looked her up and down from head to toe. Ysabelle was also a liar; that pleased me.

“Ysabelle, do I look like a stupid woman to you? Now, I don’t want to start this relationship based on lies. So, let’s try this again, how old are you?”

She was caught off guard. I would bet no one had ever doubted her age, I told you she looked older than what I had originally thought.

“Eighteen.”

I smiled and my eyes lit up. She couldn’t lie to me; that pleased me more. I knew I was crossing the line but I had to have a taste, I needed to test the merchandise before I bought it. I moved closer and lightly started kissing on her lips, almost goading her to see a reaction.

“What are you doing?” she asked with the same nervous voice from before.

“Whatever I want, Ysabelle. Would you like to be able to do whatever you want? Would you like to know how it feels to be in control of anything and everything around you? Because, I can guarantee you that. I can make that happen for you.” I opened my mouth and used my tongue to trace her lips, again enticing her more, trying to read her reaction to the power I had over her.

She couldn’t stop me…and better yet, she didn’t want to. She responded by opening her mouth. I took that as an invitation, and slid my tongue inside. She moaned slightly. It wasn’t the initial reaction I thought she would have, but the second she felt my tongue in her mouth it was a natural instinct for her to moan. I loved every fucking second of making her see that she was made for this. I caught her off guard again as I backed away from her completely, turned, looked into the mirror, and reapplied my lipstick.

“I was right, you do melt in my mouth,” I proudly admitted.

She stood there stunned, not just because she was just assaulted by a woman, but also by the fact that she didn’t want me to stop. She wanted me to keep going. She wanted to see how far she would have allowed me to take it. Or maybe she wanted to see how far she would have allowed me to seduce her. She knew that’s what I was doing. I was seducing her to be with me, and she had never felt someone have that power over her. From the moment I caged her in, she wanted me, not because she was aroused, because she wanted the power.

I didn’t have to be in her mind to know this…I know because I lived it.

I have told you from the beginning VIPs aren’t made, they’re born.

She immediately wanted to know how to have the same power I had just apprehended from her. She wanted to know what I meant by her being in control of everything around her. She hesitantly walked over to the mirror. She could see her own reflection as well as mine looking back at her.

“What did you mean by me being able to have control?” she asked.

I smiled for everything that I already knew she was capable of. “My, my, a small little kitten one minute and a tiger the next. I think we are going to form a beautiful relationship, my Bella Rosa. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are? We could both gain something miraculous from our relationship together.”

She was still giving me some quizzical look through the mirror, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, a mutually beneficial relationship, one where you and I both gain something. I could be like a mother to you. Do you need a mother, Ysabelle?” I asked.

I was treading a thin line, I knew it would have pissed her off to remind her of her mother, but I wanted to see all of her emotions. See, emotions make you weak and she needed to learn how to control hers, and I was going to teach her; but first I needed to learn them.

“Listen, lady, I don’t need a mother. I have one of those and I haven’t seen or heard from her in two years. I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it for a very long time. So can you cut the shit and theatrics now, and just tell me what the fuck you meant.” And then, I fucking smiled at her, a big, huge, shit-eating grin smile.

“You’re absolutely perfect, Ysabelle. You’re everything that I look for in my girls. You’re the epitome of innocence, seductress, and feisty. All you would need is some guidance, and you would make me so proud,” I said with so much enthusiasm, I was visualizing everything I had in mind for her. “You would have men crawling at your feet, just begging you for some attention. I can see it now. You would be my favorite girl.”

She had no fucking clue what I was talking about. I could tell I was getting on her nerves and that she wanted to get back to work.

“Okay, lady, you’re obviously wasting my time and I need to get back to work. Thanks for feeling me up in the bathroom. I hope you had a great time! I can now add first bisexual encounter to my resume of fucked-upped-experiences.” She turned to get the hell out of there. My mood and demeanor instantly changed, she needed to know now that she should never piss me off. I grabbed her by the hair so fast, and with enough force, to jerk her head backwards.

“Don’t bite the hand that will fucking feed you, Ysabelle. That’s the first rule that you need to learn, you also need some goddamn manners.” I jerked her head back some more, causing her to whimper. “Are you done being a little bitch, or do I need to re-evaluate our relationship?” She nodded her head. I was vicious, ruthless, and didn’t give a fuck that I may have hurt her. Bella Rosa needed to know where to march in line and to never move out of place. I let her go with a genuine, motherly smile.

“All right then, let’s try this again.” I made my personality instantly change back to being prim and proper, like I wasn’t just about rip her hair from her head. I could be whatever you wanted or needed me to be, and she would learn how to do that as well. I reached into my purse, pulled out a black VIP business card, and handed it to her. She looked at the front of it and then flipped it over.

“Be there tomorrow at three,” I demanded.

“I have to work tomorrow.” I looked at her and cocked an eyebrow.

“I’ll see you at three, Ysabelle, have a good night.” I kissed both her cheeks and left the bathroom. She didn’t leave the bathroom for several minutes and I knew she was just looking at the card and wondering what the hell had just happened. I knew one thing for sure; she would be there tomorrow at three.