Page 72 of Roulette: The Madam

I didn’t have the energy to respond. I remained quiet, allowing him to have his way with me.

SIX

Like the queen of the palace who had spent the day serving the commoners and was ready for her rest, Roulette lie in the bed. Her hands were tucked underneath her cheek as if she was praying. The cover was pulled all the way up under her chin. Not because she preferred it that way or had done so herself, but because I didn’t quite agree with the room’s temperature and wanted her to stay warm.

The adrenaline rush had subsided and our body temperatures were regulated. There was a chill to the hotel, but one that would give you the best sleep of your life. Paired with her orgasm-induced sedation and she was set for the night of rest she deserved.

I pushed her hair away from her face and lowered my lips to her forehead. She was completely oblivious to all that was happening around her. Her body had given up somewhere between the piano and the shower. Though I knew she’d reached her limit, the complexity of our situation forced me to push her further, prolonging our connection.

Goodnight Madam.

I exited with the elevator in my line of vision.The Carmichaelwas easily one of my favorite spots prior to purchasing a condominium for my extracurricular activities. The architect, Phil Gains, who’d designed the masterpiece, was incredibly gifted. And, he’d done a wonderful job with the builders of the establishment.

“Ready to head out?” Raquim’s presence was no surprise.

Because I was still processing the last few hours of my night, I remained quiet. Unlike others, he didn’t take my silence personal. He knew that it had everything to do with me and hardly anything to do with him or the question he asked. When I was ready to speak, I would.

He pressed the button that would lead us to the lobby. Without a doubt, I knew Raquim had decided against waiting on the first floor as I’d insisted after the first hour. His paranoia was the reason he was on my payroll. He received a monthly lump sum to sweat so I wouldn’t dirty the neck of my tailored tops with my perspiration.

We stepped onto the elevator one after the other. When I finally settled in the cart, my back was against the railing and my hands were crossed in front of me. Visions of Roulette spread eagle on the bed as I ate her insides as if they were my last meal rushed me at once.

Her legs went on for days, so did the juice her pussy produced. I squeezed my eyelids together, trying to rid myself of her. It felt like the first impossible task of my life. I opened myeyes, ditching the attempt altogether. It was pointless. My orbs traced the elevator. It was a matchbox.

There isn’t–

Her claim revisited me. So did our time in the elevator. Involuntarily, my eyes closed again.

There isn’t enough room.

Her observation was accurate. So was everything else about her. I hadn’t known perfection existed until she spread her legs and invited me down for dinner.

Fuck.

I hardened in my pants at the very thought of her plump, meaty mound and tasty flesh.Breakfast. Snack. Lunch. Snack. Dinner. Snack. I could have her for every meal of the day and would rest a satisfied man with a belly full of her cum.

“El!” Raquim called out.

Bewildered, I opened my eyes and found him outside of the elevator, urging me to join him with a wave of his left hand. I shook my head, determined to conquer the impossible task once more. Again, it was useless. I joined Raquim on the other side of the elevator, nonetheless.

I rounded the corner, nearly oblivious to my surroundings. My lapse in judgment and awareness was the reason Raquiml was employed. Though there weren’t many instances when I felt like a walking zombie, his presence was appreciated when they did arise.

“El–”

This time Raquim when beckoned for my attention, it wasn’t because I was lost in my own head and unaware of what was happening around me. It was because I’d diverted from our path.

“Just a minute,” I spoke, holding up my index finger.

I crossed the lobby headed towardThe Carmen, the lobby’s bar that was famous for its housemade whiskey and wine. Just afew feet away was a familiar face. One that I had to thank for the woman I’d just experienced.

“Chino.”

With a stale face, he sipped from the drink in his hand.

“Israel.”

His inflated chest and inability to look me in the eyes made my stomach turn.

Have I taught you nothing?There were better words to be spoken, so I chose them wisely. My capacity wouldn’t allow for much more than what was on the surface. What was truly on my heart. What was eating away at me like maggots on rotting food.

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