The.Mistress

I killed the engine of my car and jumped out of it at the sight of Madame's white Camaro at my garage. My gut tightened and my chest hurt at the sudden erratic beating of my heart. It shouldn't be a surprise for me nowadays to expect Madame anytime to come here. This was her house, after all.

Yeah, just like all the subs, Madame housed me in one of the outskirt subdivisions in the city. She paid the bills, provided me enough food to feed a battalion even if I'm a goddamn CEO of a big company. But it's not about the money. It's about control. About who was the boss between the two of us. Who submits and who was the master. Because she expected me to pay her pleasurable orgasms in return. And right now, I'm more than ready to serve her the entire night.

When I turned the doorknob, it's not even locked. Madame was already in my living room, sitting at the sofa that's facing the door, wearing only her lacy black underwear while her silky white legs crossed. Unlike all the dominatrix I had envisioned before, Madame wore no makeup, no red striking lipstick, leather shits and high killer shoes.

She came here without those cold, intimidating appearances. But her presence alone made my spine straight in attention, my knees turning weak no other guns and tortures in the field of battle I've once experienced before. And my heart would go near bursting at the sight of her so real and soft and fierce. So much larger than life.

I closed the door behind me with a soft click of the lock before I dropped down to my knees and crawled to where she sat. I kept my eyes down, my nose flaring at the rugged breathing I was trying to master and my dick swelled so damn hard beneath my slacks to the point of pain.

"Have you been a good man today, pet?" Madame asked once I stopped by her feet.

"Yes, Maam." I meekly answered before assuming the submissive position as I sat back on my legs with my hands over my lap.

"Did you touch yourself today?"

"No, maam." I answered honestly because I was prohibited to give myself pleasure unless Madame told me so.

"Good." As if to reassure me she liked my answer, she leaned down to give me a quick kiss on the lips. "Did you think of me today?"

"Every second, Madame."

I heard her chuckled while moving around the couch she's sitting. I wanted to look up to see what she was doing but I held myself. If I'd be patient enough, I knew the prize would be glorious. I wanted more of that kiss she gave me and I knew for sure I'd get it once I'd behave my ass.

"Did you look at other women today?"

I swallowed as Winter's shocked eyes quickly flashed my mind. The same green eyes that registered pain before she cast them down away from mine. My heart doubled its beating as I dawdled answering Madame.

"You did, didnt you?"

"I... I'm sorry. It's part of the job, Madame, to look people in the eyes. I didn't mean it. I didn't look at her sexually or anything else."

"Shut up, Bruce!" She snapped in obvious irritation. "My question only needs to be answered by yes or no."

"I'm sorry Madame. Yes, I did look at another woman."

"Only one?" As if my answer surprised her with the lilting of her voice. "Who is she?"

"She's..." My fingers curled into hard fists before I flattened them again when I heard Madame grunted above me. "Its... Winter Shadow. I looked into her green eyes today once."

"Once? Are you sure?" Madame seemed to know everything about me because she always caught me with my lie.

"I'm sorry. I mean, thrice today."

"When was this?"

"In the elevator, during the meeting and when she walked into her car as we left the building."

"You watched her leave?" Madame slowly asked as if trudging on a landmine. "Why?"