Chapter 8 – Elie
The phone was ringing off of the hook and almost every call was for one girl. Mariah was becoming more popular than even I’d thought she would be. It was a testament to a good profile, but I knew that it was her look and innocence that made her so popular. I was still tempted to try her again, but by now I was more worried about the percentage I made off of her than anything else. After a couple of weeks of her being here, I already had several men who wanted her all to themselves and were willing to pay top dollar for the pleasure.
Scott Bahar had come up to me after his second time with her and wanted to talk about getting exclusive. I didn’t even know how that would work. Would I just charge him a flat rate? It was something that he was supposed to discuss with Mariah, but it seemed like he didn’t want to mess things up after being my client for so many years. After he got bored with the young blonde, he would be back.
I told him that that wasn’t how it worked, so he settled for booking her a couple of times a week for the next month, which was the most I would allow him to. It was more often than he usually came, and I knew that it was because of Mariah. There was something special about her. I’d been in this business a long time, and even I could feel the draw to her, knowing what she was deep down.
Watching her with other men was satisfying, even if it wasn’t all that I wanted to do to her. I got to watch others pleasure her in ways that I hadn’t thought possible. It was a bit more than I could handle, and after a couple of weeks of watching her, I was beginning to think that it was time for me to have another turn. This time, though, I wanted to see if she was ready to go to the next level. I ran a fetish shop, but there were baser needs that men wanted to satisfy with her.
When I got her on the phone, I pushed all of those thoughts away and got down to business. “Hey, Mariah, how are you doing today?”
“Pretty good. I thought I didn’t have any clients tonight? You told me yesterday that I would have the night off.”
“You do, Mariah, unless you want to make some fast money. I’ve got a client who would like to see you if you’re available.”
“Who?”
I wasn’t going to tell her that it was me. “He doesn’t want to be named. He’s a little different than what you’re used to, the openness you’re used to with the clients you have now. This one wouldn’t say a word and would keep you blindfolded the whole time.”
Her second question was one that I was debating. “How much?”
I wanted to give her enough that she would do it, but not more than I had to. What was a night here worth to her?
“A grand for an hour?”
That was a high price, but one that I was willing to pay if I didn’t have to cut into her other days of profit. I wanted her for a little while, but she was worth more to me naked and tied up for someone else. This was just an indulgence. That was all this was. I wasn’t going to make a habit out of it.
“Okay, Elie. What time did you want me in?”
“As soon as you can, Mariah. I don’t want to wait.”
I realized my mistake, but I didn’t try to explain it away. I would just put my foot in my mouth even more, so I wasn’t even going to attempt it. Instead I told her I would see her in a little while. Then my mouth went dry thinking about what I could do to her in an hour. The temptation was always there to just take what I wanted. But that would lead to many problems, and it wasn’t the way I wanted things to go. I needed Mariah to want me like I wanted her.
Now it was time to prepare. I went to the back room and made sure that all of the cameras were on and everything that I was going to need was out. The hardest part was going to be not giving myself away. I was sure that Mariah had picked up a few things when she’d gone through training with me. That was the way it was for submissives, and I didn’t know what my tells were to avoid them.
When Cathy told me that Mariah was in the front, I instructed her to put her in the back room that I’d prepared for her. I got in there a few minutes later, and Mariah looked a little surprised that it was me there.
“I didn’t know that this was another training session, Elie. Do I need improvement? Because it seems like the clients are very satisfied when they leave.”
“Oh, they are, Mariah. I’ve heard nothing but great things about you. It makes more men want to have a try, and this guy wants you bound up and ready to go when he gets here. We only have a few moments, so why don’t you take off your clothes and I’ll put you on the wall?”
I said it so casually, like it was no big deal, and to Mariah, it already wasn’t. She had adapted very quickly to this life, almost like she was born for it.
“Okay. So this is a new guy?”
I told her that it was and asked her if she was nervous.
“Not really, Elie. I feel safe here, so I guess I don’t worry about it too much. I would like to get to just a couple of regulars, but I know that’s still a ways off.”
She was starting to take her clothes off, and even though I was supposed to be paying attention to everything else, I couldn’t take my eyes off of the large rack in front of me. It was the first thing that I’d noticed about her, and when her tits were bare, it was hard for me to breathe. I just wanted to push my face into them and never come out.
I was staring, but if I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that Mariah was getting excited too. She seemed to move in a way that invited my looks. I couldn’t keep my gaze away, and I wanted to believe that it was what she wanted. I had to believe that or I might go crazy.
“Are you ready for me to put you on the wall now, Mariah?”
Mariah looked up at the shackles that were already in place and kind of shrugged. “It’s just as well. At least the wall keeps my circulation going. That bed can be hard on your arms and legs sometimes.”
I nodded my head like I knew, but I really had no idea. I’d never been on the receiving end of domination. Once when I was younger I’d had a woman try, but I just couldn’t. I would never know what she felt when she was tied up and at the mercy of strangers.
“Do you like it here?” Why was I asking? Was it because I cared?
“I like it here most days. I make enough that the days I don’t like it, it goes by quickly and I just think of what I’m going to do when I’m done.”
I wanted to ask her more, but the time was ticking and the naked woman was secured onto the wall. She was perfect. All I had to do now was blindfold her. Then I could have some play time with her and no one would have to know. I was still dating her friend Sasha, but I would have traded her in if I thought that Mariah would be okay with it. She wouldn’t be, yet, but I would do whatever needed to be done to get her to agree. I wished that she had a habit or something that would get her more subservient to me off the clock. If she did, I hadn’t figured out what it was yet.
Leaving her there, I waited a little while until I was sure that she would think that her new client was there. I walked into the room ever so quietly and stood there staring at her for what seemed like forever. It felt like I must have wasted half of the hour doing that before I could even move another inch.
Her milky white skin had a little color where she’d been out in the sun, but it wasn’t much and it only increased the number of cute little freckles she had on her chest and shoulders. Her tits were jiggling slightly with every breath that she took. She really was a sight to see, and I took several pictures on my phone for later. Mariah’s body was burned into my mind, so I kept them just in case. I never wanted to forget the way she looked right now.
The need to speak was hard to fight against. I wanted to make her do things, things that I knew she would enjoy, but instead I was left to give her what I thought she wanted. I’d watched Mariah with Scott and saw that he’d pleasured her fully. It was something that I hadn’t done, but I’d seen my mistake. My mistake had been that I spent too much time on her pleasure center when she really just wanted pain. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. I knew what she wanted now, and I had every intention of giving it to her just the way she liked it.
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“Thank you, sir.”
I walked out, my whole body tingling with thoughts and needs that were still unfulfilled. I was starting to really understand why Mariah was so addictive. As soon as I was done with her, I was ready for more. It was the type of need that filled me up inside, and I couldn’t help but feel it.
No woman had ever made me feel the way that she did tonight. It didn’t seem to matter to my body or my mind that she hadn’t known it was me. I would have thought that it would have, but it didn’t, not in the least bit.
Going back to the office, I watched another girl go in and help her down. I didn’t want her to see me or I would have done it myself. She was sore. I could tell by the way she was rubbing her wrists. Mariah had made the most delicious moans and screams. It was something else that was burned into my brain that I would never forget as long as I lived. I already wanted more.
After she left, I watched a little of the action going on in some of the other rooms, but I was bored with it. It was all the same. Even Sasha wasn’t showing the same sparkle she usually did. When she was done with her customer, I called her into my office and bent her over my desk. I didn’t tell her why I was so horny when she asked, just that I was. I would never tell her that I was thinking of her little blonde friend while I slammed inside of her from behind. I was cocky, but I wasn’t stupid.
Pouring inside of Sasha did nothing more than take the edge off. I still wanted Mariah just as badly as before, but at least now I didn’t think I was going to go insane.
“Where were you earlier, Elie?”
Sasha was pulling her skirt up, and I admired the long, dark brown legs that were still exposed from our fucking.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean your car was here and you weren’t. I tried calling you for the longest time and I never got an answer. Where were you?”
I shouldn’t have snapped at her, but I felt like she was getting uppity. She had to know her place, and I wanted to keep what I’d done with Mariah a secret. No one needed to know that it was me in there with her.
“It’s not your job to know where I am. I thought you knew how this worked, Sasha. This is not how it’s going to work with me and you. I’m not going to explain myself to you, ever.”
Her face crumbled, and I started to feel bad about the hard line that I’d taken with her. Sasha was a good woman to have around, but not if she was going to start playing the jealous girlfriend card. This was no place for that, and I wasn’t in the mood for it. I was never in the mood for that kind of behavior.
“I’m sorry, Elie. I didn’t mean it like that.”
She was already trying to get me to forgive her. I told her that I would, but she was going to have to do something for me. Sasha was always up for something new, and I had a client in mind for her who was going to take all of her experience to handle.