NYX' POV
I remember everything from that night as clear as the star's sheen in the bar backyard of hotel 'Costa Del Lussa' in one of the largest mobster-gang hubs of New York. My silver heels clattered against the lavish marble flooring leading to the French corridors. My mission was easy that night, as compared to the rather lethal ones I had seen in my total twenty-two years, to seduce the uprising mob-leaders of the Arena family and extract the locations of few of the largest Italian trafficking wards since the 19th century. My cover was a newly hired prostitute from their very own agency. It was supposed to be simple; my people didn't whore me out frequently since I was once of the highest-ranked agent in FMSE (Federation of Mafia Societal Eradication). But it never really is.
My floor length cocktail dress sashayed on the alcohol-stained grass, my black corset itching to let out in the crowd of the perfect nymphomaniacs of the BDSM community. I was allowed by a guard at the yard entry and with an anticipated fake ID showcasing and was escorted to the lounge area with the owners of the place, my targets. My feet carefully charged at a perfect pace entering the black tent giving me the most beautiful sight. There were thin busty women lying on the floor partly or fully naked on their knees pleasuring and sucking their masters, and hunky men eating out their mistress's sacred gifts which would probably end up being their dinners for the day. Giggling and screaming pets helpless with their hand cuffed either with a piece of clothing or the numerous toys stacked perfectly near the opening of the tent, much to everybody's joy.
I grabbed a red leash and tied a silver scarf around my wrist from the hangers indicating my position. The codes for the items were written in professional calligraphy on the board above:
Red Leashes: Taken Pets
Red Scarves: Taken Dominants
Silver Leashes: Willing Pets looking for Dominants
Silver Scarves: Willing Dominants looking for Pets
Most of the people here were gender-friendly since taboo was still the biggest turn on but many had their limits, like the men of the Arena Family. All of them were same, tan, husky and cold as an icicle, except him. He sat next to his older brother wearing a silver scarf around his wrist but remained sorely disinterested in the many submissive bitches right under his feet. I was told to be perfectly obedient to the needs of the men sitting in his area, but I knew from the moment I laid my eyes on him, he needed to be disciplined and taught much to the dismay of his strapping brothers, the Arena heirs. His eyes reeked of untouched innocence and his arms screamed to be tied in metal cuffs. I walked on the $ 24,000 Iranian rug subtly to the couch he sat on dismissing the naked girl toys with their faces barely an inch away from my feet.
I stood in front of him while his brother, Michael spanked the bruised and sore bottoms of two brunette bitches simultaneously. With my right palm on his upper thigh clothed with a pair of Versace pants and my left fingers barely touching the small of his back, I stared into his pure eyes introducing myself.
"Hi, I am Nyx and I presume you are mine for the night."
He looked shocked just as much he was satiated with awe, until Michael annoyed from the disturbance eyed his scarf grimly, "It seems like you are barking up the wrong tree."
With my eyes at my target's tattooed name peeking out of the collar on his shirted abdomen, I laid my cold hand on his burning skin tracing his ribs, "Zane, is it? You don't think I am aiming the wrong thing, do you?"
His body shuddered under my touch, shivers of pleasure passing though him like sparks of a fire. He muttered under his breath until a soft slap hit his lower abdomen which clipped his mouth shut.
"Speak clearly to the Master, Zane or do you want me to answer for you?"
I said while lingering my finger tips under the band of his bottoms.
"Oh..." he moaned ever so slightly almost euphoric.
I gripped his thigh just a bit harshly directing my words to Michael raising my eyebrows, "It seems I am not so mistaken after all."
Putting both of my palms on his legs, I leant in for a kiss pushing him with most of my weight, on the couch, so that he couldn't escape. As my glossy lips brushed his jaw, his lips parted almost involuntarily inviting my tongue to coat him in lust. The kiss started warm and soothing until the fire hit and turned into a passionate rivalry against my power and his hidden submission. I feasted on him like a goddess until he was left a moaning mess barely concerned, as I stripped of his scarf stuffing it in my bedazzled purse and taking out the leash that I gathered earlier, tying it around his neck tenderly.
His hand reluctantly shifted from beside him to push me off but drifting deeper into our kiss, I directed them to touch his collar realizing his reality and forgetting all about the misogynistic crap his brother fed him to suppress his true desires. Michael attempted to say something to Zane once more but stopped with my smooth negatory portrayed with the palm of my hand in his face. The kiss was making me a little too giddy for a professional seduction, so before I could take it too far, I slickly broke it as I griped his hand, "Would you like to leave for a bit of privacy, Zane?"
I clutched his hand letting the leash suspend in the air and traced my lips with my bare hand. His senses ticked and he replied with the only answer I allowed him, "Yes N...", while I interrupted him, "Madame, you can call me Madame Nyx."
"Yes, Madame."
"Good, call your car, we have a long ride ahead of us."
I escorted him out the tent as the brothers glared at him viciously, which visibly scared him but a tug on his hand reassured him that all he had to think tonight was about him and me.
Zane's POV
The moment Madame entered, my cock swelled at the idea of how good it would feel to please her, to be under her care as she fucked me hard and fast, but I would never tell that to Mario or Michael. They always mocked me to be different, to not be as destructive and inconsiderate as they were, to not have the constant urge to exploit and demean women to feel powerful, and all that felt as if it was my fault until she laid her hands on me, her darkness and hunger made want to serve her in the most degraded ways possible. Her hands felt natural around me and that voice, hoarse and powerful but tender, like it was made to tell me what to do. I was a mother's boy as they called me expect mine left before I was 8 and all I wanted was someone to guide me. It was a vice to be controlled by a woman in my family but I wanted one night where I could be me, give myself up to be free.
With one look to my security chief, in came my limo as she opened the door with her impeccable hands scooting in while she pulled me by the leash causing me to stumble on the step and barely make it to the seat. The collar made me feel small, insignificant but not unnatural. It felt like it always belonged around my neck but I had never found the right person to give my reins to.
After the doors closed, I saw Madame eyeing me suspiciously looking over my body like a tigress assessing her future victim. After a moment, she asked slowing wrapping the leash around her wrist, "Are you a virgin?"
For a moment I remained aghast until she jerked me once more with a harsh pull, directing me to answer. "No."
I said remembering the horrible night when it happened.
"Oh, it's a true pity. I would have loved to deflower you."
Her remark made me blush but I didn't say much. The inside of my limousine was initially quite spacious but the walls felt like they were closing in as she pushed her body towards mine, "Do you trust me?" she whispered ever so slightly.
"I...I don't know", I said.
"Do you want to?" She asked calmly.
"Very much, Madame." I answered for I felt her honesty. It was weird. I didn't know if I believed her not, but someone my body did.
"That is good enough", she said as she wrapped the silk scarf from the party to my eyes which made it impossible for me to see where we were going. She directed the driver in whispers which were blindly incoherent as I fiddled with hands in anticipation. 10 minutes later we reached a spot.
"Don't wait for us; we will give you a call when and if we are done."
Her words to the driver send a wave of fear to my mind as I attempted to scoot out of the car without any sight. I felt my arm being guided as she safely got me out of the car landing my feet on the smooth cemented pavement. I heard the car's departure and Madame's order to walk straight beside her until she asked me to stop. Somewhere along the way we met with a few doors and stairs which we used but I had no idea where we were. The only thing I felt was her hand on my arm and her warmth surrounding me.
After a while, we halted in what felt like a cold room, possibly underground and I heard her leaving by the crackles of her heels on wood...? I heard her walk a short distance and then to grab something then walk again in front of me, still far to grab another thing which clinked but then again, her footsteps. The anticipation was killing me but suddenly the footsteps stopped when I heard her remove her shoes and come closer. As I was about to say something, I felt her thumb tracing my lips as they parted to allow it in.
"Suck on it," she said. I obeyed.
"Now Zane, listen to me very carefully, I don't wish to do anything you don't consent to or hurt you until I really, really have to so let's set up some rules. Nod if you agree and only speak if you have any questions or denials."
I kept licking her thumb in joy as I nodded when she spoke in a tone that reeked of power rushing blood to my semi.
