in the front, her tan skin and luscious body exposed. Brooke was at her side.
“Spread your legs, Bella Rosa.” I heard Madam’s voice demand on the screen, and she did as she was told.
“Your pussy is sweeter than I thought it would be, you’re just the right shade of cream. It’s a nice surprise that you don’t have any tan lines. Your caramel skin color is natural. That pleases me,” she added.
I recognized the look on Ysabelle’s face immediately. She was aroused. She wanted it.
She turned to Brooke. “Do you know that you have a deep erotic smell about you? It’s addicting,” Ysabelle stated, before grabbing the back of her hair and pulling.
I could see Madam looking at me through my peripheral vision. “You see…that little move...although it’s small and miniscule, with that little action, she proved to me that she was born for this,” she gloated. “Bella Rosa doesn’t wait for what she wants, she goes after it, she controls the situation, she governs the room. They’re not made; they’re born. She’s a motherfucking VIP.”
I tried to ignore every vicious word she spewed, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off the goddamn screen.
I watched as my girl seduced Brooke.
I watched as she kissed her.
I watched as she caressed her neck and breasts.
I watched as they fucked each other on their legs.
I watched as my girl’s eyes screamed for need and want. They always told me everything I needed to hear.
I watched as Brooke got down on her knees and had her beg to come, exactly how I have done so many times before.
I watched my girl shamelessly come apart.
And when it was over…
I watched my girl’s eyes…want more.
Madam’s clapping took me out of my daze and I looked over at her. She was smiling like a Cheshire cat.
“I never get tired of watching that video. Now…Sebastian, I can call you Sebastian, right? I mean, we are family,” she mocked, deviously laughing. “You tell me, honestly, do you think you can fully have your Ysa? Do you think that you can satisfy her or make her happy? Does she look happy to you? Huh? Or is she putting on a show? Trust me, darling, I taught her everything she knows. Ysabelle will be whatever you want her to be. It’s how she’s made.”
She placed her finger on her lips in a thinking gesture. “See…I am not an evil woman, contrary to what you think. I actually love her, more than I have ever loved anyone. I want her to be happy, but unlike you, I know when she’s faking it. I bet she didn’t tell you she went to lunch with me.” She grinned.
“Though you already know that or else you wouldn’t be standing here. Would you like me to tell you what we talked about? I don’t mind sharing.” She paused. “All right…I’ll take your silence as a yes. She confided in me that she thinks you’re going to hurt her again. She doesn’t trust you. And she doesn’t think she ever will.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I could be being biased but…given your track record with women, Sebastian, hmmmm…I can’t blame her. You said you loved Julia and you fucked Ysabelle behind her back…ouch…you know?” she ridiculed.
She shook her head as I slowly walked over to her.
“It’s only a matter of time before she’s back at The Cathouse where she belongs,” she emphasized.
I stopped when I was standing over her and she looked up at me.
“This is her home. She’s mine,” she vowed.
I didn’t think and just reacted. I snapped and lunged forward, catching her off guard, and gripped on to the front of her neck; her eyes widened. It was the first time that I’ve ever seen fear in her eyes and then it was gone. I clutched on harsher until her breathing slowed and her face paled. I used all my body weight to shove her into the back of the couch.
“Listen to me, you sadistic fucking cunt! Are you FUCKING LISTENING?! Nod your pretty little head if you’re paying attention, be a good little demon,” I baited.
She subtly nodded and I
“Spread your legs, Bella Rosa.” I heard Madam’s voice demand on the screen, and she did as she was told.
“Your pussy is sweeter than I thought it would be, you’re just the right shade of cream. It’s a nice surprise that you don’t have any tan lines. Your caramel skin color is natural. That pleases me,” she added.
I recognized the look on Ysabelle’s face immediately. She was aroused. She wanted it.
She turned to Brooke. “Do you know that you have a deep erotic smell about you? It’s addicting,” Ysabelle stated, before grabbing the back of her hair and pulling.
I could see Madam looking at me through my peripheral vision. “You see…that little move...although it’s small and miniscule, with that little action, she proved to me that she was born for this,” she gloated. “Bella Rosa doesn’t wait for what she wants, she goes after it, she controls the situation, she governs the room. They’re not made; they’re born. She’s a motherfucking VIP.”
I tried to ignore every vicious word she spewed, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off the goddamn screen.
I watched as my girl seduced Brooke.
I watched as she kissed her.
I watched as she caressed her neck and breasts.
I watched as they fucked each other on their legs.
I watched as my girl’s eyes screamed for need and want. They always told me everything I needed to hear.
I watched as Brooke got down on her knees and had her beg to come, exactly how I have done so many times before.
I watched my girl shamelessly come apart.
And when it was over…
I watched my girl’s eyes…want more.
Madam’s clapping took me out of my daze and I looked over at her. She was smiling like a Cheshire cat.
“I never get tired of watching that video. Now…Sebastian, I can call you Sebastian, right? I mean, we are family,” she mocked, deviously laughing. “You tell me, honestly, do you think you can fully have your Ysa? Do you think that you can satisfy her or make her happy? Does she look happy to you? Huh? Or is she putting on a show? Trust me, darling, I taught her everything she knows. Ysabelle will be whatever you want her to be. It’s how she’s made.”
She placed her finger on her lips in a thinking gesture. “See…I am not an evil woman, contrary to what you think. I actually love her, more than I have ever loved anyone. I want her to be happy, but unlike you, I know when she’s faking it. I bet she didn’t tell you she went to lunch with me.” She grinned.
“Though you already know that or else you wouldn’t be standing here. Would you like me to tell you what we talked about? I don’t mind sharing.” She paused. “All right…I’ll take your silence as a yes. She confided in me that she thinks you’re going to hurt her again. She doesn’t trust you. And she doesn’t think she ever will.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I could be being biased but…given your track record with women, Sebastian, hmmmm…I can’t blame her. You said you loved Julia and you fucked Ysabelle behind her back…ouch…you know?” she ridiculed.
She shook her head as I slowly walked over to her.
“It’s only a matter of time before she’s back at The Cathouse where she belongs,” she emphasized.
I stopped when I was standing over her and she looked up at me.
“This is her home. She’s mine,” she vowed.
I didn’t think and just reacted. I snapped and lunged forward, catching her off guard, and gripped on to the front of her neck; her eyes widened. It was the first time that I’ve ever seen fear in her eyes and then it was gone. I clutched on harsher until her breathing slowed and her face paled. I used all my body weight to shove her into the back of the couch.
“Listen to me, you sadistic fucking cunt! Are you FUCKING LISTENING?! Nod your pretty little head if you’re paying attention, be a good little demon,” I baited.
She subtly nodded and I
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