The Secret Diary of Alcina Dimitrescu

Chapter 1

13/06/1932
Madam Maria's Brothel Foyer

"Do it again." Madam Maria demands as she paces in front of the grand piano.
"But I did it, perfectly, might I add." I say, frustration lining my voice. I sit on the piano bench, with my hands resting on the keys. The piano is perfectly placed in the center of Madam Maria's Gothic foyer. A fireplace juts out from the leftmost wall, crackling rhythmically as the flames eat away at the wooden logs. Two wingback chairs face  the open flame, a dark ornate rug lays between the chairs. Deep mahogany bookcases line the walls on either side of the fireplace. The bookshelves are stacked with volumes of literature and tales of old. To the right of us is the tall wooden door, leading out into the yard, where a carefully constructed garden is maintained. A coat rack stands to the right of the door, holding fur jackets. Behind us is a sitting area with chairs strewn neatly about, and a coffee table in the center of the chairs. A vase of deep red roses sits in the center of the table. Underneath the table lies a leopard skin rug. An immense spiral staircase leading to the second floor, rests just beyond the sitting area. The second story is an open layout with balconies facing the foyer. Allowing for occupants in the adjacent bedrooms to look down upon the foyer if they so pleased.
Madam's heels clack on the marble floor as she continues to pace, her skirts dragging along with her. Her youthful face scrunched up, whilst scrutinising me.
"Yes, but I told you to do it again." She says a second time. She holds a ruler, which is clasped in her left hand, she taps it steadily in her opposite hand. Using the ruler as a tactic to threaten me.
"I'm not scared of you, you can't tell me what to do!" I growl as I begin to stand, turning my back towards the open piano keys.
She notices me rise, and swiftly rushes towards me and shoves me back onto the bench. She brings the ruler under my chin, forcing me to look at her.
"Ah, but I can Miss Alcina, you are mine from the moment you step through the threshold to the moment I dismiss you." She hisses, a smirk growing across her voluptuous red lips.
"Go to hell." I mumble under my breath. My eyes locked onto her green eyes. Nobody would dare insult Madam Maria, she is one of the most notable of all nobility in the Village. She is also the wealthiest of all the businesses in the surrounding areas within the province. Of course the second nobility and wealthiest comes from the Dimitrescu family. Maria owns the only brothel, within the village, she demands respect. Most days that is given, but today, her harshness is all but unappreciated and unwelcome.
Her face contorts into a scowl, before I can register my next movement, I am greeted with an open palm slap upon my cheek. She lowers the ruler and grabs my chin with her right hand, pulling my face to look up at her.
"Such vulgar language for a lady like yourself, what would your parents say? Now, Do. It. Again." She threatens. 
I can no longer take her commands and I stand to face her, shrugging away her hold on my chin. I still have to look up at her. I am of average height, but Madam towers over me by at least a foot. Unfortunately, due to my hereditary blood disease; porphyria, being passed down from generations of matriarchs, some cases caused by inbreeding in the 1800's. The disease leaves me weak most days and in excruciating pain, I must do my best to avoid sunlight, or else I suffer from scarring and agony.
The quickness of the way I rise causes me to feel flushed. Black dots dance and swirl across my vision. Trying to regain my focus, I do my best to not fumble; but I ultimately fail as I stagger to face her. She notices my weakness and chuckles. "You really think you can take me Alcina? Look at you, so weak and feeble." My face contorts in anger at her words. How dare she laugh at me. I am of noble blood, nobody crosses Alcina Dimitrescu and gets away unscathed, no matter how weak I may be. I strike her across the face, returning the same open palm slap that she delivered me moments ago.
I am taken aback by the gasp that she lets out as my open palm makes contact with her cheek. My stomach turns to eels, writing and slithering. I should not have such a reaction to the noises of another woman, but unfortunately I cannot help myself, but to crave that noise again. I bite my lip to hold in my arousal.
My parents had nearly killed themselves searching for male suitors for me. The elite class has a duty to reproduce, after all. However, nothing about any of them had allured me. All but stupid men.
My Father told me that I was too picky. Any young man of noble blood would be fine; I would have plenty of chances to try and fall in love after we had been married. Still, I chased them off, one by one.
My excitement only grows as she looks at me with shock and dismay. As I feel a surge of dominance take hold of me, I feel intoxicated from the rush of power.
"How dare you!" She spits. Her eyes burning with rage as she glowers at me. I bring my hand up to land another firm blow upon her pretty face, but instead my wrist is caught in her hand. I struggle under her grip, pushing against her with my free hand, but I cannot pull away. She is much stronger than I. She bends down and her face is inches from mine, she's so close that I can feel her lip brush against my earlobe, as she whispers into my ear.
"You venomous, little snake, how dare you lay a hand on me. You are but a child!"
I swallow hard around a lump that has begun to form in my throat and I look at her in defiance, "I am an adult. I am 18, I am not a child!" Finding purchase in my words standing my ground against her, not allowing my voice to tremble. The more she presses into me, the more the eels squirm in my stomach from the raw excitement I feel from the woman's touch. I know that I could never feel this level of fulfillment from an obnoxious man.
"Ah, yes, my mistake, perhaps I should treat you as such." The words come out dryly, still holding my wrist in her hand. She shoves me back down into the bench. Throwing my wrist away out of her grip and then bringing the ruler back into her hands.
"Now turn around and play the piece!" She demands of me.
"And what if I don't?" I continue to fight back.
"Maybe I should give you some incentive then." She says, but not in a menacing way, but rather in a way that peaks my curiosity. I cock my head to one side, and search her face, but her expression is unreadable, as I search. "What do you mean? 'Incentive', I've already played the piece perfectly, my skill is exquisite!"
"Yes, but you lack commitment." Her tone softens, and it takes me by surprise, because just moments ago her tone was murderous, and ebbing with venom, now it's soft and gentle.
Placing the ruler down to the left side of the piano, she spins me around on the bench and places my hands on the piano keys.
"You play this piece perfectly again," she begins, her lip brushing against my ear. "But for every mistake you make, you lose an article of clothing. Starting with your feet, and up as we go." I feel her smile against my ear. My breath hitches, and I feel a tingle in my lower region, my heart skips a beat.
I begin to play the piece, through my frustration; everything is going smoothly, until I miss a note. I play a C sharp rather than a C flat. With that mistake away come my stockings. Her hands brush over my shoulders and I shudder under her touch. The way her fingers caress my shoulders causes my breathing to increase, and perspiration to bead upon my forehead.
"Oh, you messed up Miss Alcina. Play it again. From the beginning." She hisses in my ear, and I feel her warm breath upon my neck, her hand crawling over my throat making goosebumps rise on my skin.
I start the piece over again, another note mused up, away come my undergarments. Which leaves me feeling exposed to the elements.
"Once again from the top, Alcina." She breathes down my neck and I let out a helpless whimper from her hot breath that tickles my ear. She lets out a contempt sigh, acknowledging my struggle. Her hand searches my bosom, I steel myself to begin the piece again.
Luckily for me, the third time was a charm and I managed to play the piece perfectly, which was not easy, as I had to fight through my urges to spin around and force her to bend to my will.
"See, now was that so hard?" She hums coyly, a devilish smile spreading across her lips. I breathe deeply, collecting myself together, "I can't let her see me like this" I mentally say to myself. I am still sitting on the bench, staring down at the keys. I feel myself  going into a brief catatonic state. Which I quickly snapped out of it, from feeling her velvety hands being placed upon my shoulders.
"Well Alcina? What do you say? Shall we call it a day?" She says flatly, her hands begin to massage my shoulders. I spin around to face her, shrugging her hands off my shoulders. I stand slowly, as to not invite the black dots back into my vision. I turn towards her and look up at her, sidestepping around the bench and bringing myself over to the right side of the closed piano. She watches me intently, following me with her eyes. She smirks at me, her eyes tear away from me for a brief moment.
"Ah, what is this?" She coos, while looking down at the piano bench. I crane my neck to see what she's looking at and notice a wet puddle, glistening against the light that floods in from the window.
I feel my cheeks ignite in embarrassment. Through my flustered state of being,
I beacon for her to come join me by the side of the piano. Heeding to my summons, she comes over to me.
"I see you made quite a mess of my bench."
I bite my lip as I look up at her, my cheeks a bright crimson.
Before I can second guess myself, I wrap my hands around her neck. Pulling her down into a passionate kiss. Reluctantly, she follows suit and kisses me back, her hands coming up around my waist. With a quick scoop, she lifts me and places me unto the piano, our lips still interlocked, her tongue searching mine. I whimper under her and she lets out a satisfied hum from the back of her throat. But I cannot let her take control of me, I want her to bend to me.
I bring my hand up around her throat and begin to squeeze the sides of her neck, closing off blood flow. Pulling her out of the kiss, she looks at me with amused pleasure. I wrap my legs around her waist, using all my strength that I can muster, I twist and push her to the ground. I swiftly follow, bringing my hips down as I straddle atop her, taking her hands, I hold them above her head, pinning her down. She looks up at me in shock, her blushed cheeks becoming darker and more prominent under the makeup. My sudden rush of dominance is what surprises her. I pay attention to her breathing, coming in jagged gasps, chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Alcina." She whispers softly, her green eyes piercing into mine. The way she uttered my name makes my whole body quiver, crawling up my spine, and setting fireworks off in my mind. I could sit like this for hours, with her underneath me.
"Alcina," she speaks my name more firmly and I must relent to her. She pulls her hands out of my grip so effortlessly, that I am embarrassed to admit I was holding her down with all my strength. She gently pushes me off of her, scooping me up again and places me back down atop the piano. She pushes back the length of my skirt, her hand begins to slink up my inner thigh, causing my breath to hitch.
"Madam, what are you doing?" I ask dumbly, like I don't already know what she's trying to do. I scoot my lower half closer to her, in an instinctively innate manner, like this was meant to be.
She leans closer to me and kisses a trail from my chest to my ear, causing goosebumps to form all throughout my body as she gingerly kisses me. She reaches my ear and whispers to me, "Just relax." She stoops down, bringing my skirts up higher, exposing me even more to the elements. I let out a gasp as her soft tongue meets its target. The rush of adrenaline I feel from her diligent tongue sends shivers all throughout. I breathe deeply to control the noises I make, as to not have my sounds reverberate throughout the immense foyer.
While she works with her tongue, I feel her edge around my entrance with her velvet hands. She pulls away looking up at me,
"Why'd you stop? I did not tell you to stop." I snip, wanting her to continue. She will relent to me and my demands.
"May I enter?" She says softly in a delicate voice, a tone that I have never heard before, it drives me wild with vigour.
Without a word, I push her back down, allowing her unspoken permission.
She presses into me with her finger. I let out a gasp as there is a sharp amount of pressure, I have never been penetrated until this moment. The uncomfortable sensation quickly subsides, and I am left to reel in the immense pleasure Madam Maria has thrust upon me. Sparks fly as I near my climax and I let out a whimper as she finishes me off. She comes up smiling smugly at me. My breathing is rough and sharp as I regain control over myself. My body is shivering from the foreign experience I went through.
"Such a good girl." Madam coos, rising to stand over me. Her hands glide over my chest as I continue to gain control of my emotions.
"That was rather unexpected." Finally gathering my wits about me. Coming to terms with my sexual awakening, from the Madam of the brothel herself. I consider myself lucky.
I shimmy myself off of the piano, and place my feet onto the marbled floor. Madam watches me carefully as I stand there motionless. She takes her gaze from me, to the grandfather clock that sits to the wall closest to the sitting area.
"Well Alcina, it looks like our time is spent, I do hope to see you again for another lesson." Smiling brightly, her eyes gazed into my yearning soul. I must steel myself, for I have much to ponder about once I am in the confines of my own bedroom. I cannot allow her to see the cracks in my being. I began to question myself and my actions with another woman, it all happened so fast. It felt so wrong, but so right all at once, lust is a powerful sin. I must keep this affair a secret to all.
Madam Maria is still smiling at me, looking at me in wonder. I remain standing in my spot, looking like a baby lamb without the protection of its mother. For once, I feel vulnerable and the flush of any dominance has left my body.
"Right, yes I must go." The words tumbling out like vomit.
I lift my skirts and give a bow in her direction, showing my appreciation to the domineering woman.
"Until next time, Madam Maria."
"Likewise to you, Lady Dimitrescu."
I turn away and head for the door, picking up my parasol to protect me from the rays of sunlight. I feel her eyes follow me as I make my way out the door. I close the heavy door behind me, and make my way to the carriage that awaits.