Madame (Salacious Players' Club, #6)

by Sara Cate

“This is what you want?” he asks. I shrug. “You told me to be honest. I just…tried to be honest.” “You know all of this isn’t happening tonight,” he says, pointing to the paper. “I know.” “But watching me with another woman…would turn you on?” I feel my insides start to warm up with embarrassment. Why is this stuff so hard to talk about? “Not any woman,” I reply, which I thought would ease his nerves.

“You kinky little minx,” he mumbles. Completely by surprise, he wraps his arms around my thighs and lifts me from the floor before tossing me onto the bed and covering my body with his.

“Jade, sit in that chair. For tonight, you are the voyeur, but at times, I may ask you to participate. Are you comfortable with that?” I nod, willing her to meet my gaze one time so I know it’s still us. “Then sit.”

“You remember the safe words?” “Yes, Madame,” he replies confidently. His expression is unreadable, but I do notice a tic in his jaw, and judging by how quiet he’s been, he’s nervous. “Tell me.” “Green means go. Yellow means slow down. Red means stop.” “Very good,” she replies, taking a step back. “And you want to please me tonight, don’t you?”

My mouth goes dry when I hear the change in her tone. It’s dry and authoritative but also sexy and gentle. “Yes, Madame,” he replies. “Then you know what to do,” she says with confidence. The air in the room changes. Suddenly, it’s like I no longer exist. Clay immediately starts undressing, slipping each button through the hole of his long-sleeve shirt. Once it’s off, he folds it messily and drops it on the velvet stool by the door. I watch as he slides down his pants and kicks off each shoe.

It’s so different from the woman we had lunch with in her casual T-shirt, joggers, and baseball cap. That was Eden—this is Madame Kink. My mouth falls open, and I gape at her like a fish. Never in my life have I seen someone with more confidence, including the woman who masturbated in front of an audience, like it was just another day at work.

Eden is more than a sexy body and beautiful face. She’s a force. She’s like the sun, and we are all orbiting around her, basking in her glow. We are just grateful to be in her presence.

What I wouldn’t give to press my body to hers, feel her breasts against mine. I imagine myself running my tongue up her neck and across her cleavage. I wonder what sounds she makes when...

“You listen so well,” she says in soft praise. “As a reward, you can worship me. You know what to do,” she says, nudging one black stiletto shoe closer to him. “Kiss them.” As if he’s done this a hundred times before, Clay lowers himself until his lips are pressed to the shiny black surface of her shoe.

Clay is so naturally submissive to her, and it doesn’t look like weakness. It looks like control, loyalty, and dedication. It’s like he lives only for her, to obey her and please her.

“You see, Jade,” she says to me, and I perk up at the sound of my name. “Clay likes to come into these sessions feeling like the filthy, dirty dog he is. He loves it when I call him that, don’t you?” His voice is rough, and his neck is strained as he replies, “Yes, Madame.” “He wants to prove to me that he can be good. Don’t you, pet?” “Yes, Madame,” he repeats.

“Sometimes that means letting me use him like a fuck toy, and sometimes it means being my footstool. But tonight, you’re going to prove yourself to me by showing me how you can take the pain. How does that sound, pet?” “That sounds good, Madame.”

It’s becoming increasingly clear that these two have something with each other I will never have. No matter how much I learn tonight or how well I play this role for him in the future, I’ll never be her. Will I be enough?

By the time he gets to the end of the third set, he’s taking long, meditative breaths. “See how strong he is?” she asks, stroking his head again. “Not such a filthy little man anymore, are you?” “No, Madame,” he replies with a rasp in his voice. “You’re such a good pet, aren’t you? Always pleasing your Madame. Making me so proud.”

“You love making me proud, don’t you, pet?” she asks, a slightly teasing tone in her question. “Yes, Madame,” he groans. “I can see that. Jade, come here.” When I hear her utter my name, I quickly step forward so we’re standing on either side of Clay’s body. Her eyes have a twinkle of mischief in them as she stares down again. “Go ahead. Feel how much he loves it.”

He lets out a desperate moan when both our hands gently wrap around his erection. My breath hitches as I slide my fingers around him, hers settled above mine so we’re both holding his dick at the same time. When I feel her squeeze, I do the same.

“Do you think he’s been good enough?” she asks, squeezing him again. “Good enough for what?” I ask, my voice sounding like a squeak compared to hers. “Good enough to come.”

Do I think he deserves to come? Yes. Do I think I deserve to come? Yes. Do I think we should all just get naked and make each other come all night? Yes, yes, yes.

“And how would you like to make him come?” she asks, looking at me again with that evil twinkle in her eye. “Umm…” I stammer, suddenly feeling as if I have stage fright.

Immediately, she cuts me off. “You need to be confident and assured. You know what you want, so if you’re going to be dominant, don’t stammer or second-guess. Just say what you want.” Say what I want? Okay then. Pushing my shoulders back, still holding his dick, I look Eden right in...

“Give me a color,” she whispers, and I close my eyes, forcing myself to swallow. Green. Fucking green. I couldn’t be any more green than I am right now. But I don’t want to come across as too eager, so I open my mouth and let out a raspy, “Green.”

From the moment she told me to kneel, I tried to block my heart from getting too attached. It brought back too many memories, but I can’t go back down that road. I’m just doing this for Jade. It means nothing.

I’m so fucked. My hips lift, grinding against her when she seems to snap out of it. With one hand, she turns my head, forcing me to face Jade. “Eyes on her the entire time. That’s your woman. That’s your Domme. Understand?” My response gets caught in my throat. Because I don’t understand. Eden is my Domme.

My gaze connects with Jade, and it stings in my chest to feel the intensity of her eyes on mine. Jade is mine, too. I’ve never been so confused in all my life. My heart and body both ache in ways I can’t comprehend for two separate women.

“Do not take your eyes off her, understand, pet? This isn’t for you. It’s for her.” I swallow. “Yes, Madame.” “And you won’t come until she tells you to. I make you come. She lets you come.” “Yes, Madame,” I croak again. “You’re only getting this because you earned it. Y...

With a tight smile, Jade nods. She looks ready to fall out of her chair. She’s leaning so far forward it’s as if she’s about to lunge out of her seat and join me on the bed. Her thighs are pressed together, and her bottom lip is pinched between her teeth. I know this m...

When I open my eyes, I stare at my girlfriend with a look of desperation. Just let me come. Say the word. Please, baby, don’t torture me like this. But when I really take in her expression, I realize that she’s not focused on my torment. She’s watching Eden. Fuck.

By the look of things, there’s a good chance Jade will come before I do. And seeing how aroused she is doesn’t exactly help my don’t come situation.

“You really want to torture him, don’t you? I don’t think your pet is going to last much longer.” “I’m not ready for it to be over,” she says with a mischievous grin. The expression on Eden’s face looks downright evil. “Well, if you want to torture him some more, then get over here and help me.” Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Before I met Eden, I never thought getting a blow job could be torture. I would have loved the idea of having two women taking turns with their mouths swallowing me down, and don’t get me wrong, I love this. But the need to come is agonizing.

“Please, please, please,” I beg. As if she knows exactly what to do, Jade reaches between my legs and wraps her soft little hand around my sack, and pulls them away from my body. It feels so good and bad at the same time.

I just want to feel relief. “Please, Madame. Just let me come. I was so good.” “He was good,” Jade says in response. “He’s always good,” Eden adds, and I stare into her green eyes.

Jade likes it. Eden seems to be enjoying herself too. God knows I like it, even when I’m so fucking miserable I could cry.

“I think we should let him,” Jade replies, and I throw my head back again. “Please, please, please. I just need to come.”

“Go ahead. Finish him off, but make him come on his chest. Let him feel how filthy he is,” Ed...

I look up in time to see Jade smiling with her lips close to the head. Even though Eden told her to make me come, I know better. Jade has to give me permission. “Y...

Jade strokes me relentlessly through my climax, and when I finally melt into the mattress, she stops, sweeping the head of my cock with her thumb to clean up the last drop. I open my eyes in time to find her hovering over me. She licks her thumb before softly mumbling, “So good.” I let out a whimper. If I could manage to come again, I would.

My ex-husband never hesitated to lay his fists on me, berate me for every mistake, and call me the worst names in the book until I felt like the lowest form of dirt on the earth. I can’t stand to imagine what he would have done to Jack.

“I’m handling it by moving on with my life.” Ouch, Madame. I know that response must have stung because he’s not saying anything. I squeeze my eyes closed and rest my face in my open hand. “I didn’t mean for that to sound so harsh. I’m sorry. I just meant…I was doing my job, Clay.” “Okay,” he mutters in response. Fuck, he sounds bitter. “Clay, I’m sorry, but⁠—”

“Don’t bother, Eden. It’s clear nothing has changed. I’m a client. Last night was just a job. I get it. I’m sorry I called.” The petty anger in his voice makes me want to scream. I keep doing this. I keep hurting him and then hate the sound of his pain. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Jack is sick?” he asks, interrupting me. The resentful tone in his voice is replaced with frantic concern. “Yeah, it’s just a fever,” I reply nonchalantly as I move toward the coffeepot, pulling a cup from the cupboard. “Did you take him to the doctor? What are his symptoms?”

“He doesn’t need to go to the doctor every time he gets a little fever. And he has no other symptoms, so it’s probably just his body fighting off a virus. Kids get sick all the time, Clay.” “Well, how is he feeling? Does he need anything? Do you need anything?”

“In about six hours, I’ll have to give him another dose of medicine, and I’m all out of Popsicles.” “You need Popsicles? For a fever?” he asks, sounding confused. It’s laughable how little Clay knows about kids.

I’m chuckling as I pinch the phone between my shoulder and ear, pulling the coffee creamer from the fridge. “No. The Popsicles are what I bribe him with to get him to take his medicine. But I think they’re los...

“That’s nice of you,” she murmurs. “You’re not…mad?” More hesitation. “A little jealous,” she replies with a forced laugh. “But not mad.” When I don’t respond, she continues. “I trust you, Clay. And I trust her. Besides, last night was the hottest night of my life. So if you do cheat on me, at least record it and let me watch.”

“You know…it’s not only because it was hot,” she adds because my sweet Jade can’t handle a moment of silence. “Then what is it? Why do you want to do it again?” “I don’t know. The chemistry between you two was amazing. It was just…special.” And I get it. It’s the most sense she’s made all day. Because I don’t understand it either. I just know that I need to feel it again.

We don’t say a word as I rub my hand in circles around her upper back. It takes her a few moments before she gives in and wraps her arms around my waist, letting me just hug her. I get the feeling she needs it. “Thank you,” she whispers.

It occurs to me at this moment that for months I assumed Eden was letting people into her life but excluding me and me alone. It fueled my jealousy. But from what I know about her now, I realize that Eden doesn’t let anyone into her life. And she never accepts help. My heart aches with the realization of how lonely she must be.

“My head hurts,” he says with a sad grimace. “I brought some medicine for that,” I reply, turning to grab the tablets the pharmacist suggested. “What else did you bring me?” He eyes the groceries on the counter behind me. I snatch the bag of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and hold them up with a smile. “Mom never lets me have these,” he replies excitedly.

“Well, if your mom says it’s okay, you can have a few, but only if you take your medicine.” I set him down on the floor and hold the bag out of his reach. “I will. I promise!” Jack and I both look at Eden at the same time, waiting for her approval. “Mom?” I plead, holding back a laugh. “Please,” Jack begs with his hands clasped together. With a smirk, she relents. “One small bowl, and you have to take your medicine at three.”