S & M III -Vol I

by Vera Roberts

  “Good, good to hear. I’m glad to hear that.” Dimitri became silent.

  Caprina picked up her pseudo-boyfriend’s change in temperament. Whenever Dimitri became unusually quiet, he was about to drop a bombshell on her. It was never a pleasant surprise. “Is there anything else?”

  “I want my kitty happy when I see her again.”

  A slow smile spread across Caprina’s lips. Kitty was Dimitri’s euphemism for her cunt. She would normally think it was childish when other men used the term on her but with Dimitri, she found it sexy. “How do you suppose I go about doing that, Dima?”

  “Keep her contained,” Dimitri replied.

  “That’s not a fair suggestion,” Caprina replied. She was one of many girlfriends the very-married Dimitri had.

  “It’s not a suggestion, carus. It’s a formal request. Keep your legs closed.” Dimitri demanded. “I’m only saying that once.”

  Caprina rolled her eyes. No matter how much wealth and power Dimitri had, she wasn’t about to have some man tell her who she could and could not fuck. “Fine, caro.”

  “Good. Enjoy, L.A. Tell me all about it when you get back.” The line went dead.

  Caprina put the phone back on the receiver. Dimitri knew her too well. She could’ve easily had a one-night stand with some nobody and he would know what she did. If it wasn’t for the fact he paid for her trip and hotel suite, she would do just that.

  She was growing tired of being someone else’s plaything. Every man she’d dated, wanted her for the sexual satisfaction and arm candy. It was fun when she was in her twenties. Caprina was now 32 and tired of childish games. She wanted to find someone to play and toy with for a change and see how it would feel.

  Caprina shot up in bed. That’s it! She was giddy. She was going to find someone and just toy with them during her weekend out in L.A. It was going to be her side project. She found the LA Weekly that had a listing of nightclubs and other events happening in the Los Angeles metro area. She scanned through the different events going on and none seemed to interest her. She was ready to give up until her eyes landed on an art gallery opening.

  “Art by Shell, huh?” Caprina circled the ad with a pen. “Small indie gallery opening.” She then thought about the possible attendees. Hipsters, college students and maybe the occasional wealthy art collector. The possibilities were endless. She chewed the tip of the pen. “I think we found a winner.”

  Chapter Two

  “Scott!” Michelle Smith ran up to her friend and gave him a big hug. “I’m so glad you made it!”

  “And miss my girl’s first gallery opening? Never!” Scott was genuinely happy. He was far away from the office and from Owen. “You have quite a turnout here.”

  “I know! Not too bad, huh?” Michelle beamed.

  Scott was impressed. The gallery was full of people. “Not bad at all, honey.”

  “So you’re here alone,” Michelle noticed, “I thought you were bringing a date?”

  “Nah, that didn’t work out,” Scott shook his head. The girl flaked on him at the last minute but it was something he was used to. He had been stood up more times than he had dates. “But it’s nothing. There are plenty of other women out there.”

  “Well, if you ever get lonely,” Michelle coyly smiled, “you know who to call.”

  “I still owe you from last time,” Scott remembered.

  “Yeah, my landlord is still pissed about the hole in the wall.”

  “You need a better headboard,” Scott smiled.

  One of Michelle’s friends came up to her and whispered. “Hey, I need to go meet some other people and pretend to be nice to them. I’ll get back to you soon. Take a look around and buy something!” Michelle kissed Scott and hurried off.

  Scott wandered around the gallery and admired some of his friend’s work. Not too bad. He had known Michelle since their days at USC and after a very brief courtship, they both decided to just be friends. Well, friends with benefits. The sex between them was amazing.

  Scott found himself standing in front of a painting and sipped a glass of white wine. Although he was happy for Michelle, it was clear he would rather be somewhere else. He could only look at so much art before the colors mixed with each other. “You look bored,” A woman stood beside him.

  Scott nodded as he took a sip. “That obvious?”

  “Just a hunch,” she looked at the art piece. It was a large canvas of blue paint and that was it. “Interesting, isn’t it?”

  “That’s one way of saying it.” Scott surmised.

  “Caprina,” she stuck out her hand.

  For the first time, Scott turned to his companion’s direction. He instantly recognized her. For a second he wondered if he encountered a lookalike or impersonator. There was no way a supermodel was talking to him at a gallery opening. “Scott,” he kissed Caprina’s hand.

  Caprina was impressed the man didn’t fawn over her like the previous men she’d encountered. “Would you like to go somewhere and discuss more about art? Unless you have other plans?”

  “I’ll be available in 10 minutes,” Scott replied, “I came here to support the artist so I have to let her know I’m leaving.”

  “Very polite of you.”

  “I have my moments.” Scott nodded. “I guess I’ll see you somewhere around here to talk about art?”

  “How about this?” Caprina took out a business card and scribbled her address on it. “Here is where I’m staying. I’ll be at the bar in 30 minutes if you’re still interested.” She walked over to Scott and inserted the business card inside the lining of his blazer. She wrapped a hand around his head and whispered in his ear. “I’ll be waiting for you.” She walked out of the gallery.

  Scott stood there, dumfounded. Did one of the world’s top supermodels just proposition him? He pinched himself hard. “Ow.” He rubbed his arm. “Nope, not dreaming.”

  ****

  Almost like clockwork, Scott waited for Caprina at the bar. He took a seat in a nearby corner and watched for her. If he sat at the bar, he would come off desperate. If he stood around waiting, he would look like a douchebag. So he waited in the corner and nursed his red wine. If Caprina was real, she would be there shortly. If she wasn’t, Scott had a story to tell his boys later.

  “Were you waiting long?” Caprina surprised him.

  Scott locked eyes with the Amazonian beauty. She wore a cashmere turtleneck and fitted jeans that appeared to be painted on her because they were so tight. “Not really,” he stood up to pull out a chair for her. “Would you like a drink?”

  “A White Russian, please?” Caprina requested.

  “You got it.” Scott went to the bar and ordered. A few minutes later, he came back with another glass of wine for himself and Caprina’s White Russian.

  “So…” Caprina began to stir her drink. “You like art?”

  “I like to support my friends, yes,” Scott corrected. “Art is subjective. What I think is beautiful, you might think is trash and vice-versa.”

  “Very smart answer, Scotty,” Caprina took a sip. It was a nickname that would forever stay with him as long as they were together.

  It was a nickname Scott already hated but he wasn’t about to correct her. “I’m a smart man.”

  “I’m sure you are,” Caprina smiled.

  Scott was already captivated by her and it had barely been a few minutes. “What brings you into town? Models don’t just fall out of the sky and appear at indie art galleries.” Scott asked.

  “I’m shooting a video in a couple days. A favor for one of my friends and I decided to come early to LA. I really love it out here.”

  “It’s a nice place,” Scott commented.

  “You’re not originally from here, are you? Your accent…” Caprina snapped her fingers.

  “Georgia,” Scott said with pride. “A place called Decatur.”

  “Ah, I’ve heard of Decatur. ‘Everything’s greater in Decatur.’” Caprina commented.

  “And it’s t
rue,” Scott nodded.

  Caprina leaned forward. “Well, if it’s true then I think it’s time you show me some Southern hospitality.”

  He and Caprina finished up their drinks at the bar and he followed her to her presidential suite at the hotel. They started in the elevator, with Caprina ripping open his shirt and sucking on his nipples. She squatted down in her heels and hurriedly took off the belt buckle and pulled down his zipper. She pulled out his erect cock and immediately began sucking on it. Her mouth was part-porn star and part-Hoover vacuum cleaner; Scott thought he was going cum right then and there.

  Caprina stopped sucking him long enough to take off her panties and toss them aside. She grabbed Scott’s face and forced her tongue inside his mouth. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered. The elevator chime dinged and she looked up. They had arrived at her floor. She pulled Scott out of the elevator and ran to her room.

  Caprina could barely get the key out of her clutch when Scott came up from behind and began kissing her neck. She barely opened the door when they barged inside. Scott pulled out his cock again and lifted Caprina’s dress around her waist. He bent her over the dresser drawer and spread her legs. He hurriedly slipped a condom on and sheathed himself inside her.

  Caprina wrapped tightly around Scott’s cock as he moved inside her. Her small breasts jiggled as they moved in unison. Scott forcefully grabbed one of her breasts as he moved faster inside of her. He felt her orgasm over his cock and his release soon followed after hers. The pair made love several more times throughout the night and early morning.

  Scott got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to quickly freshen himself. He started to gather his belongings when Caprina woke up. “You’re in a hurry to leave,” she commented.

  The plan to escape worked so well in the past with one-night stands. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

  “It’s okay if you did. I wouldn’t have cared.” Caprina stretched her arms over her head, briefly exposing her small and perky breasts.

  Scott had to fight his erection. It was time for him to leave. “I need to go.”

  “What are you doing tonight?” Caprina asked.

  “No plans,” he replied.

  “I want you to come back here for dinner.”

  Did she even have to ask? “I can do that,” Scott nodded.

  “Good. Seven, okay?”

  “Perfect.”

  “Great,” Caprina removed the sheets from her body and crawled on the bed towards Scott. She sat back on her thighs. “I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

  Scott was missing her expert tongue already. “I can’t wait, either.” He gathered the rest of his belongings and saw himself out the door.

  Caprina crawled over to the phone and dialed the concierge. “Hello? Uh, yes…can you tell me where the nearest sex toy shop is? I need to pick up some things for tonight.”

  Chapter Three

  “Caprina Waters? The Caprina Waters?” Elliott Tucker was in shock.

  “Dude, I would not lie about that, trust me on this,” Scott was still in disbelief from the night before, “but I’m telling you, man, it was definitely her.”

  “Bro, I don’t believe you,” Jeff Miller chimed in. “I’m just going to be honest. I think you’re lying, bro.”

  Scott met up with his best friends for lunch after his rendezvous with Caprina. He sworn secrecy to himself but he had to tell someone. It was just too unbelievable not to share. “I’m seeing her later on tonight for dinner.”

  “Bullshit!” Elliott called. He was a White man with average build. He embodied the typical California surfer boy: blond, muscular, and tanned. “There’s no way a chick that hot is fucking a guy like you, alright?”

  “And why’s that?” Scott asked.

  “Because she isn’t fucking me!” Elliott laughed.

  “Dude, if you think I’m lying, I’ll gladly take a picture of her and send it to you.”

  “Nah, you gotta be in the picture as well, partner,” Jeff added. He was a tall, muscular Black man with a trimmed goatee and shaved head. He gave up his NBA fantasies to fulfill his MBA dreams. He was approached on a daily basis by different women wondering what team he played for. Sometimes, he used their gold-digging ways to his advantage. He became a collector of his conquests’ panties. “I don’t want to see that photoshop shit.”

  “Word is born,” Scott promised.

  “Good,” Elliott took out his cell phone and glanced at the incoming text message, “alright, fellas. Sorry to leave you but I’m due back at the courthouse. Nice seeing you as always. Scott, I want photographic evidence, bro.”

  “Not a problem,” Scott smiled as they bumped fists. “See you later.”

  Jeff waited for Elliott to leave before he spoke to Scott. “So how are things between y’all now?”

  Scott shrugged. “Things are fine, why ask?”

  “I’m just wondering, that’s all,” Jeff wondered, “it’s not every day I hear two of my best friends are fucking each other – literally – and go back to pussy like it never happened.”

  “Dude, that was an experiment,” Scott defended. He had bad luck with women in the past and contemplated the thought he might have been gay. He briefly dated his bi-sexual best friend, Elliott, to see if he really was gay. Turned out, Scott was straight. Elliott, on the other hand, not so much. “I was curious, so was he, and…”

  “Spare me the details, bro.”Jeff raised a hand. “Please spare me the details.”

  “Everything’s fine between us.” It was a mutual breakup and both decided they were better off being friends. “Besides that was over six months ago.”

  “If you say so,” Jeff wasn’t convinced, “so does Ms. Waters have any single supermodel friends that also just appear out of nowhere?”

  “Bro, you’re getting a picture,” Scott promised.

  ****

  Caprina walked inside the Pleasure Peach and was impressed. She had been to many sex shops in her years from the seedy to the overly romantic. The Pleasure Peach was a combination of both and then some. It was a two-story sex shop located in the heart of West Hollywood. It was a bit of a distance from the hotel but the trip was well-worth it. The store appeared to cater every kink out there: BDSM gear, anal fantasies, and role-playing.

  The porn section had a mass variety from the golden age to gonzo to sub-categories such as interracial, midget, and BBW. The romance section had lotions, creams, and how-to videos for the lovers. But Caprina wasn’t interested in any of that. Her newfound friend, Scott, wasn’t a potential boyfriend. He was merely something to play with. She wanted punishment.

  Caprina flipped through the different porn before picking up a few. She casually walked over to the BDSM section and perused the different toys. She picked up a paddle, a whip, and a nice spiked collar. She planned to use all of them on Scott that night.

  “Do you need any help, miss?” A store employee approached her.

  “Actually, yes,” Caprina turned to the young woman, “I need a vibrator that is suitable for a man.”

  “For a man to use on you?” The man asked.

  “No,” Caprina smiled, “for me to use on him.”

  “Has he had anal stimulation before?”

  Caprina had to assume Scott never had a prostate massage. She was about to give him one. “I don’t believe so.”

  The clerk looked at the assortment of toys. “Hmm…try this one,” the clerk picked out a small purple vibrator, “in case it’s his first time at the rodeo, he won’t be too shocked by the feeling. Start small and work your way up.”

  “Excellent,” the wheels were spinning in Caprina’s head.

  “Anything else I can help you with?”

  “Actually yes,” Caprina looked back over to the BDSM section, “can someone tell me a little bit about that?”

  ****

  Nothing looks good here. Now I understand what my sister and mother went through all the time.

  Scott stood in front of his closet and
was disgusted by the lack of clothing choices. He wasn’t into designer labels and often did his clothes shopping at the mall department stores. His most expensive item was a Cartier watch he received from his mother and sister when he graduated from USC for the second time, a MBA degree.

  Now he was going out to dinner with a supermodel. Caprina probably had a closet full of designer clothing and Scott couldn’t pronounce half of the current designers. What the hell is a Bvlgari anyway?

  He was meeting her for dinner that night and he wanted to look good. No, he wanted to look great. Did it matter? She had already seen him naked and was obviously impressed by what she saw to see him again. So why am I nervous? Why do I care?