Madame Red Novels & Stories

The tea set was edged in gold. Her grandmother, Aurelia Devereux, wore a peignoir and red lipstick at noon and referred to herself only as “Madam.” Madam had once run the most exclusive pleasure salon in Europe—discreet, decadent, and whispered about in embassies and royal families alike. “Tell me, my little diamond,” she purred, brushing Dominique’s hair with an ivory comb. “Do you know the difference between obedience and surrender?” “One is forced,” Dominique said. “The other is given.”

​​​​Aurora. The redhaired lady always kept me in the dark. She always kept me on the edge. She always kept me isolated from everyone; said I was too dangerous to be around people. It was not my fault I found people tasty. There was an intense hunger between my legs that made my body heat up and I the only way I could sate it was if I had enough sex with people but none of them could last as long as Master Kieran. Madame X sometimes gave me to the prisoners but they were not strong enough to keep up with me. They all died after one round of sex. They just shrivelled up and stopped breathing.

“I'll fucking kill you. Die, bloody runt!!’’ Maddison screamed like a psychopath. I saw stars around my vision, the side of my eyes prickling steadily with every pressure Maddison applied on my neck. I caught a flash of Mia behind Maddison. I wasn't sure what exactly happened but Maddison’s grip eventually loosed from my neck somehow and I slumped to the floor, grabbing my neck while deep throat coughs fell off my mouth. “How dare you crazy psycho!’’ Maddison screamed, followed by a whim of slap. With reddened stinging eyes, I looked up to see Maddison land a slap on Mia’s cheek. The exact same cheek which I wasn't sure just how much she had hit previously. “My lady please you have to calm d

This is not true beauty, it is as shallow as everything else in this wretched city and I cannot find any virtue in it at all. “All right girls,” The madame announces coolly, lining us up and observing the wares she’s about to sell with a cruel grin. “It’s almost show time. Now I want you all to remember that the better behaved you are for our patrons, the more you will be rewarded. Remember your lessons and do us all proud – or you will be punished.” She strides down the line, nodding with approval or making suggestions for improvements every now and then.

The Madame turns back to us, “Gentlemen, the room is yours for the next two hours; drinks are in the fridge. You will find Any additional supplies you might need in the cupboard next to the bed.” Madame Cara opens the fridge showing us the drinks before opening the bedside cupboard. What I see inside knocks me sick….It brings memories of how my Mishka suffered. It is full of whips, vibrators, butt plugs, handcuffs and much more….Whatever these sick men need to fulfil their fantasies. “Thank you, Madame; I’m sure we have everything we need.” I reply; she nods her head before leaving the room. I breathe a sigh of relief as one of the team calls down the earpiece, letting us know that the camer

Stella chimed. They all murmured their agreement, as we exited the kitchen. All the while, Damon's hand was still around my shoulders. Just as we were about to take our seats, the doorbell rang. Stella excused herself to get it. She opened the door and a lady stepped in. She was dressed in a white knee-length sleeveless turtleneck dress, with a red clutch and red heels adorning her feet. Her wavy midnight black hair was parted at the center, flowing past her shoulders. Her make up was perfect. If I thought Lily looked classy, then this woman was stunningly elegant.

"Cut it. I just want to tell you to serve the customer in the Red Zone, number 5." Suddenly, she felt her heartbeat fast. "Y-Yes?" Is that Matteo again? "He wants your service and he paid a large amount of money. What are you that worrying about?" "Nothing M-Madame," she stuttered. "Okay then go." "Yes, Madame." Sunday hesitated to walk to the Red Zone. She already suspect that it was Matteo. What more does he need this time from her? With a shaking hand, she pushed the door open. "Finally, you're here."

The only thoughts in my head were those of Pete and how he was going to lose both balance and focus the minute he sets his eyes on me. I had a lacy red slightly below the bum insanely hot dress on with very high silver stiletto heels and of course, lots of silver accessories. Catherine did my makeup as she insisted that I needed to own the show and in her own words, show Pete exactly what he would have missed with his cowardice." I couldn't fathom how she was so quick to attribute Pete's actions to cowardice not like I was going to challenge the statement because, yunno my flawless face-beat was not something I was willing to risk over Catherine's extremely wild temper.

"I'm not going to run away anymore." Azfarin cried and said to the him. She had not yet regained her breath. Xavier looked around and then he looked at the helpless girl standing in front of him. She looked like a nineteen year old girl in terms of her size. ۔ The black shirt was covered with dirt, and the hair on her face and neck was scattered. The insanity of this black man was now well understood. Xavier immediately shook his head. "Look, there's no time to listen to your nonsense. Run now."

The head maid just sighed and pushed Gavin aside as she pushed a pushing cart containing foods inside. “Good morning, My lady.” “Hmm.” Madison stood up and went to the table with her eyes closed. “I already bought your clothes here so you can change here.” “Hmm.” “Also, your mother dropped by here with a lot of gifts for you.” “Hmm- huh?” Madison’s sleepy eyes went wide open as Gavin just raised both of his eyebrows and went inside the shower. “She was here?” “Yes, My lady.” “With what?” “A lot of gifts, my lady.”