Page 101 of Roulette: The Madam

I pulled a rose from the bunch and laid the rest on the counter. I removed the tailored jacket and placed it beside her newest obsession. I unbuttoned the sleeves of my shirt and began working on the middle thread of small round pieces of plastic that kept my shirt together.

“I feel awful, Roulette.”

“Don’t.”

“I do and I won’t feel better until I make good on the bad I’ve done.”

“Isra–”

“So I’m going to need you to get your fine ass up from that chair and onto that table. I didn’t bother the chef with the final course, because you are the final course. I’ve wanted you on my tongue since I saw you walk into that theater as if you owned that motherfucker.

“Your arrogance makes my dick stand. Your confidence makes my mouth water. Your beauty sends me into a state of delirium.

“Baby you are the fucking bar. It gets no better than you. And, I won’t sugarcoat my newly found obsession with all things Roulette. I want you sliding down my dick from sun up to sun down, but that’s not how either of our lives are setup. So, tonight, I’m going to fuck you until that detail begins to make sense for me.

“Because right now, it’s pissing me off. So is your distance. And, the fact that you’ve never had a man see beyond yourstubbornness. In case you didn’t know, Princess, you need a natural-born leader in your world because your submission isn’t questionable. The niggas you have let touch that pussy are.”

I depleted the distance between us. She was moving at a snail’s pace, intensifying my anxiousness. I lifted her dress from the bottom and freed her of the frustrating threads. Her body was a lost wonder of the world. Of my world.

Fuck.

“You tell them when to jump and they’re asking you how high. When. How many times. And if their performance was pleasing to you. Boys. You’ve been putting that pussy on boys. But, you’ve put it on a grown man this time, Princess.

“And, I won’t jump for you. Shoot, maybe. Spazz the fuck out, certainly. Spend, abso-fucking-lutely. But, every time you see me, my feet will be planted on the ground. Because, you don’t run shit over here but your mouth.”

I lifted her up onto the table. My lips met hers, stopping short of a beautiful collision. I could feel her breath on my skin. She inhaled and failed to exhale.

“And if you run that motherfucker too long and too much, my dick is the perfect solution. It fits perfectly between those pretty teeth. And, that’s where I want it before the night ends. Right after I taste you on my tongue, because I’m starving.”

I pushed her chest with my palm, separating our chests. It wasn’t until then that she exhaled, closing her eyes as she did so. She was steaming hot.

“Do you understand me, Princess?”

She remained silent. I slid her thong over. A string of her lubrication clung to the fabric as I pressed it against her thigh.

Finally.

The vision had circled my mind a hundred times duringThe Ballerina’sperformance. Now that we were here, it was even grander than I’d envisioned it. I slid a finger up her wet slit.

Her back arched, lifting her from the table slightly. Without warning, I entered her with two fingers and turned them upward. I massaged her clit, internally, awakening every nerve in her pussy.

“Uhhhhh!” She moaned loudly.

“Understand me?”

“Yessssssssss.”

The footsteps of the server backpedaling reminded me we weren’t alone. I looked up to find her fixated on the same body I was caressing. A smile crossed my lips.

“She doesn’t mind,” I explained.

Roulette’s eyes opened. Lust bled from her orbs. A nod confirmed what I was already aware of. My thumb brushed across her slippery clit. At the thought of having our server join us, she oozed. As much as I wanted Princess all to myself, I wanted to see her cum on the tip of a woman’s tongue.

“You don’t mind, do you, habibi?”

She shook her head from side to side.

“Use your words, Princess.”

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