Chapter 3 – Sage
I t’s barely been a week since my one-night stand with Elias, and I can’t stop thinking about him.
I’ve tried masturbating him out of my system, but that only made me hornier.
It’s a constant need.
An itch I can’t scratch.
Which is why I invited my bestie, Noah, to come out with me tonight.
I need to get dicked. I need to forget about the man with the magical cock who gave me five glorious orgasms.
Even logging in to the Madam app has been lackluster. I don’t make a ton on it, maybe a couple hundred a month depending on how mean I am. Consensual humiliation.
Most of the time, it’s sexual .
For example, I was paid $200 after ordering a man to stand in a corner with his pants down for ten minutes… in his office at work.
I ordered another man to jack off in the bathroom at work without getting caught. $100.
Some men just want to be yelled at because that gets them off, so I call them through the app and curse them out—totally anonymous.
Easy $50.
But the messages in the Madam app are piling up because nothing is appealing to me.
Noah and I arrived at Club 99 SoHo thirty minutes ago, and she’s already found a hottie to take home.
Now I’m on the prowl.
I finish my drink and flag down the bartender, Harry. He nods, letting me know he saw me. Noah and I come to this club enough that Harry has our drinks memorized.
While I’m waiting on my vodka soda with a splash of cranberry, I scan the dance floor.
Ugh.
There are some beautiful people here tonight, yet I have no desire to walk up to any of them and start flirting.
My resting bitch face must be in full force because a man appears before me with a smirk.
“You look mean.”
“I am.”
“I don’t believe it. You’re too pretty to be mean. ”
“I could throw my drink in your face and slap you. Would that convince you?”
“I’d let you slap me around any time, baby.”
I narrow my eyes at the dude.
He’s cute, I suppose.
Tall—six feet if I had to guess—with wavy dark red hair and freckles across his nose. He’s a big guy, but not nearly as big as Elias. This man who is scanning his eyes down my body, his thumb skating across his lower lip, is packed with muscles… which means he’s likely a gym bro.
Gym bros love big girls.
“Can I buy you a drink before you slap me around?” gym bro asks.
Harry arrives at the perfect time, setting booze on the bar in front of me.
“Put it on my tab,” gym bro says and gives Harry the name Ryan Bradford.
Harry looks at me for confirmation, and I give him a nod.
Ryan holds up his beer, and I accept his cheers before taking a deep sip of my drink. I’m tense as fuck, and I need to loosen up.
“So… what’s your name?” Ryan asks.
“What makes you think you deserve my name? Because you bought me a drink?”
He raises a brow, intrigued by my brash response.
“Then tell me what I can do to earn it. ”
Hell yeah, he wants to play.
He’s giving me submissive vibes. Compliant men somehow always find me.
This is exactly what I need.
“Kiss my feet.”
It’s a little strong off the top, but I’m not messing around tonight. If I’m going to fuck someone else to forget about Elias, I need them to do anything I want.
Ryan pauses and glances around.
No one is paying attention to us so he sinks to the ground on his hands and knees.
He moves in to kiss my Louboutins, but I take hold of his hair, stopping him.
“You think I’d let that dirty mouth on my designer pumps?”
He groans, his pupils expanding. “Please, let me take you home. I need…”
I tug on his hair harder and force him upright on his knees. He’s a tall man so his head aligns with my chest. I lean in and whisper across his lips, “What? Tell me.”
I pull back when he tries to kiss me.
What the fuck?
I never refuse a kiss from a hot guy.
“I need you.”
Boring fucking answer.
“Get up,” I nearly growl because my body tells me we want this, but my brain is trying to steer us off course .
Because of Elias.
“Pay your tab, and we can go.”
He smiles, and it lights up his face. He really is a gorgeous man. I just wish I’d stop comparing him to someone else.
“And tip your bartender—generously.”
It takes about ten minutes for Ryan to cash out, then we’re making our way through the crowd to coat check.
He calls a ride share and after getting our coats, we’re heading to the Upper West Side to his apartment.
My heart races, and I know it has nothing to do with Ryan.
I’m nervous… no, anxious. NO. This is guilt. It’s me feeling as if I’m about to do something wrong, which makes no sense.
Elias was just a one-night stand!
Ryan talks my ear off for the rest of the ride, and I expertly tune him out while giving him generic answers: ‘oh?’ ‘wow’ ‘that’s cool.’
His apartment is a small studio, but big enough for a queen bed, couch, coffee table, a few bookcases, a dresser, and a tiny table with two chairs in the tiny kitchen area.
As soon as he shuts the door and locks it, he’s on me.
He tries to kiss me on the lips, but I avert my head, and his mouth lands on my jaw before trailing down my neck. He walks us to his bed, and I pull away.
“What? What’s wrong? ”
I twist us around and push him, causing him to fall onto the bed.
“Get in the middle, back to the headboard.”
He sucks in a sharp breath but does as I order.
“No touching me, or yourself, until I say so, got it?”
He nods, then immediately tries to reach for me.
“Ry-guy, what did I just say? Can you not take orders?”
“I can! I promise!”
“Hmm. I don’t trust you. I’ll just have to tie you up.”
I go to his dresser to start opening drawers in search of his ties and luckily find them in the top one. Picking two, I return to the bed on his left side.
He doesn’t resist when I take his arm and secure his wrist to the bed frame’s corner. As I walk around the end of the bed to bind his right hand, I notice his cock straining in his pants.
“Do you need help with that?” I ask, nodding to his crotch.
“Yes, please…”
His eyes widen, just now realizing he still doesn’t know my name.
“You can call me Madam Manilow.”
“Holy shit,” he nearly whispers. “Are you really a dominatrix? I knew you were the moment I saw you tonight. That’s why I came over to talk to you.”
I stifle an eye roll. I brought this upon myself. The whole reason I wore this body-hugging midi dress with the sweetheart neckline and built-in corset was to attract a submissive man. This outfit seems to call to them.
It must be the red.
Like an angry bull, except they’re horny gym bros needing to be told they’re bad little brats.
I turn to Ryan’s dresser for another tie, then crawl onto the bed between his legs.
“Shut. Up.”
I stuff it in his mouth, gagging him. He whimpers, and it’s music to my ears.
I turn my attention to his tented pants. Slowly, I unzip him and tug his boxers down.
His cock springs free.
It’s a nice dick, average I’d say.
But it’s not Elias’s cock.
Goddamn it.
The man will not leave my head.
Which means, I can’t fuck Ryan tonight. Hell, I won’t even let him kiss me.
I get off the bed and grab a chair from the kitchen area, then return to the end of the bed. Sitting down, I spread my legs and hike up my dress.
“You’re going to watch while I touch myself, and if you’re a good boy, I might let you come too.”
His cock jerks, leaking precum.
I close my eyes and find my clit, pressing down and massaging in circles, slow at first, then picking up speed as I remember my night with Elias. How he fucked me like I was the last person he’d ever sleep with. Like I was a god, and his thrusts were prayers.
Like a starving man, and my cunt was a feast.
“Yes, Elias,” I moan.
“Elias?” Ryan mumbles.
Damn it. The tie is falling out of his mouth. I should have secured it better. I ignore him and move my fingers to slide them inside me.
My walls spasm around the digits, and I snake my other hand up my body. Tugging at the neckline of the dress, I free a breast and pinch the nipple.
“Fuck, Boss, yes!” I scream.
“Boss? Who the fuck—”
I don’t hear the rest of what Ryan says because I explode with an orgasm. My body shakes, and I squirt all over Ryan’s floor.
Once my shaking ends, I remove my fingers and stand, readjusting my dress to cover my ass.
“Can I taste you?” Ryan asks.
I shake my head.
“Sorry, Ry-guy. Turns out, my pussy belongs to someone else. I need to go.”
I find my purse on the table where I dropped it.
“What the hell? Aren’t you going to untie me?” He squirms, tugging on the binds.
That’s only going to make them harder to unknot .
I smirk. “You have a few options. One: call a friend to set you free. Something tells me a little humiliation turns you on, doesn’t it?”
He doesn’t answer, but his cock jumps at my words, telling me everything I need to know.
“Wait, what’s the other option, and can you at least get my phone out of my pocket so I can prompt the voice assistant?”
I pause, considering. I should feel bad for getting myself off in front of him and refusing him his release.
But I don’t.
I hold up a finger and dig in my purse for my phone. I call a friend I met at the sex club I’ve been to a few times. She’s a thick goddess like me.
“Hey, Raya? It’s… Madam Manilow. I have a situation needing taken care of. Can I text you the address?”
Ryan’s eyes widen.
“Yeah, he’s cute. He likes to be ordered around too. You’re going to love him.”
I hang up and turn to Ryan.
“I’m not really a dominatrix, but my friend Raya is. She’ll be here in fifteen minutes.”
I wink and walk out the door, leaving it unlocked.
I’m going to need a bestie night with Noah to talk about this. She needs to convince me not to return to Underground Park Slope.
To return to him.
I’ve got to be strong, though, because the last thing I need is another man in my life.
Even if that man gave me the best sex of my life.