by Vera Roberts
It was better than what Scott was really feeling. I can’t get you out of my mind. I love you. I need you. I can’t live without you.
After his last meeting ended, Scott went home. He pulled into the driveway and was surprised to see all of the lights on in his home. His eyes became full of life and his face lit up. She was home. She was finally home.
He quickly got out of the car and almost burst through the front door with excitement. “Ma’am? Ma’am?” He called out for her.
“I’m in here, Scotty,” Caprina called out from the bedroom. “Come in here.”
Scott hurried to the bedroom. “Ma’am, I’ve missed You and You were all I thou—” His speech was interrupted by the sight before him. “Elliott?”
Scott’s best friend waved to him. He was on the bed with Caprina and wearing only his boxers. Caprina was completely naked. “Join us, Scotty,” Caprina whispered.
Scott planted himself firmly at the door entryway. His emotions ranged from jealousy, confusion, and anger. He didn’t know which emotion took precedent. “What’s going on here?”
“When I arrived at the airport, I called Elliott to pick me up since I knew you were going to be in meetings all day. Anyway, he picked me up and we chatted a lot about ongoings. We have a lot in common,” Caprina caressed Elliott’s body with her fingers. He sighed upon the touch. “We have a mutual attraction towards each other and towards you.”
Scott already knew where Caprina was going with her speech. “No.” He firmly said. Any experimentation with Elliott was a thing in the past and was not about to be repeated.
“Scotty,” Caprina’s tone changed from loving to condescending. “Are you disobeying me?”
“Yes, actually,” Scott didn’t know where the bold came from but he liked it. “I’m not doing it.”
Caprina got out of the bed and faced her slave. Her eyes were cold and angry. How dare he refuse Her? “What did you just say to me?”
Scott looked into Caprina’s eyes. He chose his words very carefully. “I’m not participating,” he repeated.
“This would make me happy,” Caprina whispered, “are you refusing to make me happy, Scotty?”
Scott had to steady his breath. He felt his life escape from his lungs. “No, Ma’am.”
“That’s what I thought,” Caprina nodded, “hurry up and change.”
“On one condition,” Scott directed his focus to Elliott, “we don’t cross swords.”
“Fine by me,” Elliott smiled. He got up from the bed and removed his boxers. His cock was already hardened. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
“One minute,” Scott hesitated for the last time, “Ma’am, you need to unlock me.”
“Oh, that’s right, but I don’t have the key.” Caprina smiled. “Elliott, can you unlock Scott for me?”
“Not a problem,” Elliott walked over to Scott and began to unbuckle his slacks. He looked into his eyes and smiled. “Just like old times, huh?”
Scott tempered his rising anger. “Just unlock me, please?”
Elliott yanked Scott’s slacks and his boxer briefs. He kneeled down and admired the chastity device. “Very, very nice,” Elliott stroked it, “very nice.”
Motherfucker, if you do not unlock me…“Elliott…”
Elliott unlocked the device and was about to remove it before Scott stopped him. “I got it,” Scott forced a grin. “now let’s get started.”
During the threesome, Scott often found himself on the outside looking in. Caprina was more interested in sleeping with Elliott. She hungrily devoured his cock and bounced on top of him for what seemed like hours. Her screams were louder. She was more passionate. She smiled more. She begged for his cock more.
Scott wasn’t sure if Caprina was truly enjoying Elliott or she was in the running for the Best Actress Oscar. But that wasn’t the only thing that bothered him. Caprina wanted Scott to see her fuck another man. Even though she didn’t come out and say it, it was clear she was punishing Scott. What he did or said was irrelevant. She was getting even with him and wanted to make sure he saw it.
“Are you enjoying the show, Scotty?” Caprina moaned as she looked over to her fiancée. Elliott was doing her doggystyle.
There was nothing remotely enjoyable about what Scott saw before him. “Yes, Ma’am,” he lied. He was impressed how much better he became at lying.
“Good, oooh, good boy.” Caprina purred as Elliott slide in and out of her. “Fuck me faster, Elliott. Please fuck me faster!” She begged.
Elliott grabbed Caprina by her hips drove his cock deep inside her. He fucked her a few more minutes before he came. He pulled out and disposed of the condom. Within minutes, he was passed out asleep.
“Well, that was enjoyable,” Scott got up and began to walk out of the bedroom.
“And where are you going?” Caprina asked. “I didn’t give you permission to leave.”
“It’s my house,” Scott turned around, “I’m free to move about it.”
“Scotty,” Caprina prodded, “you’re not jealous of what happened between me and Elliott, are you?”
There was an emotion Scott was feeling but jealousy was not it. He resented Caprina. “No,” he stated.
“I don’t believe you,” Caprina folded her arms.
“I really don’t care,” Scott walked out of his bedroom.
He made his way to the kitchen and fixed himself a drink. He was in the mood for something strong and mind-numbing. He found a bottle of Highland Park and poured a glass of it. He thought about his relationship with Caprina. He loved her. He respected her as his partner. Wait. Did he?
Could he actually refer to Caprina as his partner? He was collared, Her slave. It went from them experimenting with BDSM in the bedroom to Caprina practicing the lifestyle 24/7. It wasn’t something Scott wanted or felt compelled to do. He wasn’t sure if the way Caprina practiced BDSM was entirely correct.
It wasn’t just the BDSM that bothered Scott. Caprina was hell-bent on humiliating him. She wanted him to feel pain – both physical and emotional. He didn’t know too much about BDSM and he couldn’t even remember what the acronym stood for. But he did know what Caprina was doing wasn’t normal and it damn sure wasn’t healthy.
“Scotty,” Caprina quietly walked to him. “I don’t want us to fight anymore. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.”
“You didn’t hurt my feelings, Caprina,” Scott took a sip of his drink. The whiskey made the hair on his chest stand up. “I just have a lot on my mind.”
Caprina put her arms around Scott and held him close. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Scott did want to talk about what was bothering him but not with Caprina. But he didn’t know who else he could turn to about his predicament. Wait…what was the name of that one Mistress? “Not really.”
“Okay,” she nodded. She wrapped her arms around his waist. “I love you, Scotty.”
I would believe it, if you didn’t call me by that ridiculous nickname. “I love you, too,” He had to force the words out of his mouth.
“Listen, I want to try something on you. Something special. Elliott’s passed out so he won’t be around to witness it. Are you game?” Caprina playfully nibbled on his ear.
Sex was the last thing on Scott’s mind after what he had just witnessed. “Not really.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun. I promise you’ll love it.” Caprina convinced him.
Scott didn’t want to say yes but his senses were begging him to try whatever devious sex act Caprina was thinking of. Despite his emotional feelings towards Caprina, she knew how to make his cock hard within seconds. The promise of Elliott being nowhere in the room did make him satisfied. “Okay,” he conceded.
“Come with me,” She grabbed his hand and led him to the living room. She walked to the dining room and borrowed two chairs from the table. “Get on the chair, all fours and bend over.”
Scott followed Caprina’s instruction. The last time he bent over, she surprised him wi
th Bend-Over Boyfriend. It was an experience he grew to love and hoped for a repeat. But he didn’t think She was going to do what he wanted. It was always about what She wanted. “Ma’am?” Scott nervously asked.
“Yes?” She responded.
“What are you going to do?”
“Let me worry about that,” Caprina smiled, “now get on the chairs.”
Scott nervously climbed on the chairs and bent over. His ass was sticking out in the air and he already felt incredibly uneasy about what was going on. He braced himself for any pain. He was surprised when he felt the cold liquid of lubrication on his cock. He looked down and Caprina was laying on the back of the chairs face up. She was working his cock with both hands. He soon hardened. She stroked him soft, caressing her fingers over his cock and rubbed the mushroom tip. She worked her hands into a faster motion, gently pulling Scott’s cock towards her.
Caprina reached over to the side and grabbed a vibrator with remote control. She lubed up the vibrator and slid it into Scott’s ass. She turned on the remote control to the highest setting as she kept rubbing Scott’s cock. He squirmed and slightly twisted his body, his senses overwhelmed with every stroke. His body tensed up, his legs steadied. He grunted and groaned as he shot off on Caprina’s face. “That’s a good boy,” she purred as she kept milking him, “cum all over me, baby.”
After Scott came, he eased his body off the chairs and turned around to sit in them. He was mind was exhausted and his body ached. Caprina brought him to new heights of passion and pleasure. She knew his body better than he did. He loved her for it.
Scott realized no matter how angry he was at Her, no matter how much She humiliated him, he would never leave Her. Ever. “Ma’am, will you marry me?”
Chapter Twelve
Being a celebrity was only half of the job. The other half – playing the media – was the cold and calculating fun of it.
Caprina wasn’t stupid. She knew the moment word got out of her engagement to Scott the press would be bidding to get the exclusive rights to her love affair. It wasn’t everyday one of the world’s most sought-after supermodels was settling down and getting married to a relative unknown. Scott was little-known in the advertising industry but he didn’t have power and clout. That was fine by Caprina. He soon would have all of that. He was her pet project and she was determined to change him whether he liked it or not.
It started with his car, a nice Lexus. It was top of the line and she appreciated it for what it was worth: a starter vehicle. But she was not going to be seen riding around in that. She demanded Scott trade up and get a Mercedes. Not just any Mercedes, an E-class. Caprina really wanted Scott to get the SLK class but that would’ve meant she would have to purchase it for him. That was unheard of. It was bad enough she had to upgrade her ring.
Caprina admired her five-carat engagement ring. It was a sparkly cushion cut flanked with surrounding diamonds. It was better than that joke Scott presented to her, even if it could’ve been a bit bigger. She agreed to purchase the ring on the fact Scott would pay her back the difference of the ring, plus interest. It was the man’s job to pay for the ring, not the woman. She wasn’t Britney Spears.
Now she had to plan for a wedding she didn’t care about to a man she loved very little. Scott was her security blanket. He was reliable and did whatever he was told to do. He was like a trained puppy. Caprina could fall in love with Scott if she wanted but that was dangerous territory. The last time she loved and trusted someone, she had to get reconstructive surgery. Instead, she was in great like with him. A man like Scott was a dime a dozen.
Besides, no matter how wonderful Scott was to her, he was no Elliott. “I’ve been waiting for you, mi amor,” Caprina smiled. She opened her door wearing only five-inch stilettos and a smile.
Elliott began undressing the moment he arrived at Caprina’s penthouse. “You don’t even know…”
****
“So what time should I swing by?” Scott talked into his Blackberry. He glanced down at his watch. “Alright, I can do that. I’ll see you in a couple of hours. Thank you.” He hung up.
“Wedding shit?” Jeff asked.
The best friends were having lunch at their usual spot when Scott’s phone kept going off from various vendors. He had a flurry of appointments to make and he was already exhausted thinking of them. It was the floral shop at 3 PM. After that, he would have to go to Brooks Brothers to get tailored at 4:30. Then he had a pit-stop at the celebrity chef’s restaurant for a tasting. He was bringing Jeff along for everything. Elliott, for some reason, was incognito.
“Flower arrangements,” Scott shrugged, “I need to meet with the florist to go over the final layout.”
“Isn’t that the woman’s job?” Jeff asked.
“Normally it would be but Caprina is busy with other projects. She’s at a shoot right now,” Scott reasoned, “so I agreed to look after everything for her.”
“Okay, bro, I’m saying this as your brother,” Jeff said with hesitation in his voice, “I don’t think you and Caprina should be getting married.”
“What?” Scott chuckled. He stopped laughing when he saw how serious Jeff was. There was no emotion on his face. “Are you serious? Why would you say that?”
There were plenty of reasons why Jeff thought Caprina wasn’t a good match for Scott. There wasn’t enough time in the day to explain them all. “I have a funny feeling about this, bro. I don’t think she’s The One.”
“Give me a good reason why.”
Caprina openly made a pass at Elliott. Any woman who would do that would do other things. She also couldn’t care less about any of the wedding details, which struck Jeff as odd. Even girls he knew that got married at the courthouse were more excited about their days than Caprina was. “It’s just a gut feeling, bro.”
“I can’t believe this,” Scott smiled, “you have cold feet for me.”
“It ain’t cold feet, bro,” Jeff defended.
“Listen, I appreciate your concern but you have nothing to worry about,” Scott took a sip of water and stood up, “I need to go pick up my suit from the tailors now. I’ll see you tonight at the rehearsal?”
Jeff hated how oblivious his best friend was. He had no choice but to support him regardless of Scott making the biggest mistake of his life. “Yeah, man. I’ll be there.”
****
It was hyped as the Wedding of the Decade. A Who’s Who A-List event for the masses. The tabloids and gossip rags printed weekly stories on the details. The $50,000 wedding gown by Roberto Cavalli. The orchestra that would serenade the guests as they wait. The personalized china guests would keep as wedding gifts. The industry bigwigs who would attend. Even those not on the guest list were trying to find a way to get inside the biggest event of the year.
Scott couldn’t care less. The only thing that mattered was saying his vows without stuttering. He wasn’t just saying them to her; he was also saying them before God and their family and friends. He was more nervous about that than what the National Enquirer was going to say about his choice of tux.
“So, are you ready for this?” Scott’s father, Andrew, talked to him privately. Although his marriage to Scott’s mother failed, father and son remained close-knit.
Scott let out a deep sigh. He was very nervous. He just wanted to get the wedding over with finally. “I am. I’m just ready for this day to be over with already.”
“I’m not talking about the wedding, son,” Andrew patted Scott on the shoulder, “I’m talking about marriage. It’s not a game. I made the mistake of marrying too young and too soon. Had your mother and I waited a few more years, we would still be married.”
“Dad, I’m 27. I’m not getting any younger.”
“I understand that,” Andrew nodded, “but you’ve only known Caprina for a few months. Your mother is concerned and I think she might be right about this.”
Scott smiled. It was sweet for his friends and family to be so concerned about him. It just meant they wanted
the best for him. “I appreciate the concern but it’ll be fine. Look, you always told me to pursue my dreams and never settle, right? Well, Caprina is my dream. It won’t fail, Dad.”
Andrew gave his son a warm embrace. “Your mother raised you right.”
Scott hugged him back. “You both did.”
****
Jeff stared down at the awaiting paparazzi outside the hotel. He counted 10 but was sure there were more hiding in the bushes. They were sneaky fucks. He had two tail him as he picked up the tuxedos from the cleaners. A couple of tabloids got a hold of his cell phone number and he had to change his number twice already. He was excited for his best friend but he couldn’t wait for the wedding to be over. He was already tired of the bullshit.