by Vera Roberts
Richard and Michael looked at each other in amazement. “Oh?” Richard asked. “You’re going to fuck her?”
“I’ll take care of her,” Scott replied. “You two can fight over the other ones.”
“Fair enough,” Richard shrugged. “You gotta tell me how she’s like in bed. I bet she’s amazing.”
She is and you’ll never know it. “I’m sure she is.”
****
The next morning at work, Scott waited. He arrived particularly early that morning, around seven and had been anxiously awaiting Mariana’s arrival a couple hours later. He had a surprise for her and it took some methodical planning to get it just right. He only hoped she liked it.
“Good Morning, Ms. Harlow,” Scott approached her.
“Good Morning, Scott,” She smiled.
“Can I see you in my office for a moment?” Scott asked.
“Sure.” She followed Scott into his office and closed the door behind her. “Yes?”
Scott leaned against his desk. “Just curious, are you a member of the mile-high club?”
“Wouldn’t that be considered sexual harassment?” Mariana smiled.
“Only if you don’t like the person asking the question,” Scott smiled.
“No, I am not a member.” Mariana grinned. “Why? Do you plan on inducting me as one?”
“I’m taking you out to lunch today.” He stated.
Scott may have wanted lunch but she definitely had something else in mind. “Okay,” she was confused by the first question and the lunch date. Then again, when doesn’t Scott confuse me? “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular. Little Italy.” Scott casually mentioned. “Don’t forget to bring your coat.”
“My coat?” Mariana looked outside. It was sunny with clear skies in Southern California fall. “I didn’t bring one.”
“That’s okay. We’ll pick one up when we’re out. My treat,” he winked, “I’ll see you at noon.” Scott smiled.
Mariana glanced outside again and walked out of his office. “That BDSM got you trippin’,” she muttered.
When it was lunchtime, Scott and Mariana walked to his car in the parking garage. He had a surprise for her when they got inside. “Before we start, put this on.” He handed her a blindfold.
I knew it! Mariana knew Scott didn’t just want to eat with her; he wanted to eat her. “Yes, Master.” She slipped on the blindfold.
“Good girl,” He started the car and drove around the parking lot for a while, letting Mariana think they were going somewhere. He finally parked the car in the same stall and let her out. A limousine waited for them. The driver took Mariana and Scott to the nearest airport and Scott carefully walked Mariana to the chartered private jet awaiting them.
Mariana knew something was up. If she didn’t know better, she could’ve sworn she was at an airport. That’s impossible! We’re only going out to lunch.
Scott helped Mariana climb inside the jet and signaled for the pilot to take off. He fastened Mariana’s seatbelt along with his. “You can take the blindfold off now,” he instructed.
Mariana took off the blindfold and looked around. She was in a plane. A private plane. She had a confused look on her face. “Scott, where are we going? I thought you said we were going to Little Italy for lunch.”
“We are,” Scott adjusted his seat, “in New York.”
The Feast of San Gennaro was a festival that took place every fall in Little Italy, celebrating the history of Italian immigrants. Scott first went to one several years ago while entertaining a client in New York. He fell in love with the camaraderie, the food, the excitement, the love. He decided at the time if he were to go back, he would bring someone special with him.
Mariana was excited. She always wanted to visit New York and she finally had the chance. She also was embarrassed. Had she known she was going to New York on a whim, she would’ve done her face a little better that morning. “How long are we going to be there?”
“A few days,” Scott casually mentioned as he read the morning paper, “not very long.”
“Not very long?” Mariana freaked. “Scott, I don’t have any clothes! I don’t even have a jacket! I don’t even…” She caught his sexy smirk. His eyes told her everything was taken care of.
“You were saying, baby?” Scott smiled.
“I don’t even have to worry about it,” Mariana finished.
“The hardest thing I have ever done is trust a woman,” Scott put away his newspaper and grabbed Mariana’s hand, “I need you to do the same.”
The moment was perfect for Mariana to declare her love for Scott and how much he meant to her. I love you and want to be your wife. I want us to have five babies. I want to stay home and worry about making dinner and going to PTA meetings and cutting up orange slices for Saturday’s soccer game. I want to sit through boring recitals and cheer the loudest for our kids.
The moment was also perfect for a disaster of a trip if he rejected her. I fucking hate you and wish I never met you! I can’t believe I thought you actually loved me when you don’t love anyone but yourself! No wonder you’re alone! Mariana wasn’t sure if Scott would reject her but she didn’t want to make a decision based on a ‘not sure.’ She chose another route: silence. “I do trust you, Scott.” I do love you, Scott.
“Good,” he was happy to hear that.
“You know it’s so funny,” Mariana chuckled as she looked out the window and admired the sky, “I could’ve sworn you wanted something else instead of lunch. I keep forgetting how romantic you are. Here I am thinking you were just going to have some afternoon delight with me and there was so much more to that.” She turned back to Scott. “I really appreciate it.”
“Mari, I respect you not just as my submissive but also my girlfriend. Your needs come before mine,” Scott grinned, “I will admit, though, I did want to make you a member of the mile-high club on the way to New York but I can respect your decision not wanting to make love and just enjoy each other.”
“Wait, what?” Mariana unbuckled her seatbelt and unbuttoned her blouse. She hurriedly slipped off her slacks, much to Scott’s amusement. “Why are you laughing and wasting time? We only have a few hours before we land!”
“Be still,” Scott directed.
Mariana stopped moving. She was half-naked wearing just her bra and thong panties. She stood before Scott as He looked out the passenger window. He redirected His attention to Mariana. She may have complained about the lack of clothing she had with her on the trip but if it were up to Scott, she would be naked the entire time and staring at nothing but a ceiling and four walls. “Get on top of me.”
Mariana climbed on top of Scott and straddled His waist. “Yes, Master?”
“Good girl,” Scott licked two fingers and slid them inside Mariana’s heat. His thumb found her clit and played with it while He steadily fingered her. He watched his girlfriend’s face as it morphed through the various stages of ecstasy. He played with her clit faster, wanting her to cum. Within moments, Mariana erupted into an orgasm. A smile grew on Scott’s face and He removed His fingers. “Get off for a moment.”
Mariana did as she was told. Scott removed His clothing. He grabbed a condom out of His wallet and slipped it on His cock. “Much more comfortable,” He grinned, “come here.”
Mariana once again straddled Scott’s waist and he slipped inside her. Scott grabbed Mariana’s face and pulled her close. Their tongues danced with each other before His mouth assaulted her neck. He then pulled away from her. He told Mariana before he wanted to make love to her but that was before his carnal urges took over.
He only gave her a simple instruction: “Fuck me like your life depended on it.”
Chapter Ten
Days turned into weeks. Weeks morphed into months. The next thing Scott knew, the New Year had arrived. It was time for a fresh start.
It had been six months since he started dating Mariana and things were moving at a rapid pace. She moved in with him
and they both survived meeting with each other’s families for the first time. The trip to Decatur had been an adventure within itself but it would be a humorous story to tell the children later.
Children. Scott had babies on the brain. He never thought about kids nor did he consider having any but the feeling grew. He wanted children. He wanted Mariana to have his children. He wanted her to have his last name. It was time to make it official. Scott had already promised Mariana he would marry her but they never talked marriage past Mariana’s not-so-subtle threat when Scott asked her to move in. I won’t be the forever girlfriend.
Prior to Mariana moving in, Scott made a trip to Tiffany’s that proved to be disastrous. He ended up having a panic attack in the middle of the store as he browsed engagement rings. Damn that bitch. He hated how Caprina still had a reeling affect on him. He wanted to trust Mariana and he probably could trust her. She had proven to be trustworthy and responsible – the complete opposite of the Great Disaster. The nagging feeling inside his soul reminded him of what happened the last time. The last time he trusted someone, he made the tabloids.
He was willing to take a risk with Mariana. She had the key to his home and his heart. She was a willing submissive who wanted to please Him no matter the cost. She was his partner who supported his ideas and had his back at the end of the day. She was the Alpha to his Omega. She’s perfect.
He decided right then at the airport when they got back to LA, he was going to take Mariana ring shopping. Knowing her, she was going to find the biggest rock and Scott dreaded thinking about the cost. He soon shrugged off the silly notion. If Mariana wanted a million-dollar ring, he would buy it for her. It would just cost her a lot of blow jobs in exchange.
If only I could get rid of this feeling… Scott felt someone or something staring at him from behind. He couldn’t shake the feeling. He’s had it since he left for Decatur but he thought he was going crazy. He just had a great vacation and he was about to propose to the love of his life. Why would think anything would go wrong? Because something always does.
Scott pulled the newspaper down from his face and folded it. He got up and straightened out his shirt and jeans. He turned around. I knew it. He should’ve been surprised to see her but he wasn’t. If he didn’t know any better, he swore she had followed him for a while.
Caprina. Was she really before him? She perused the magazine stand and didn’t directly look at Scott but he knew it was her. He could recognize her manipulative ass anywhere. She wasn’t on as many magazine covers like she used to be but her shape remained the same. No matter how many disguises she wore, it couldn’t change the shape of her face.
There were times when the seven years felt like a lifetime. There were times where it felt like it just happened the day before. It had been seven years since they were in the same vicinity with each other, let alone the same room. They haven’t crossed paths in years despite being tightly intertwined with the industry. He never avoided her but didn’t take great pains to see her when he knew she might be at an event. He simply just didn’t care.
Scott stared at her for a long while and contemplated his options. Whatever she was planning, it had been in motion for months already. He knew it was. There was no way she could’ve just run into him at the airport of his hometown. She knew he was going to be there. She also knew, dare he thought, Mariana was with him.
“I got your hot chocolate, honey,” Mariana stood next to him as she shoveled money in her pocket, “man, the line at Starbucks was forever long but I did ask them to put some extra whip on yours.”
“Yeah, sure, that’s great.” Scott turned Mariana around, “let’s go. We need to board now.” He rushed her to the front of the line.
Caprina watched Scott and Mariana board the plane. She took off her sunglasses and crossed her arms. “That’s it, Scotty. Run with your little girlfriend. We both know you saw me and guess what? You’ll be seeing me a whole lot more very soon.”
****
Scott and Mariana sat down in their first-class seats and got settled. Mariana briefly talked about how she couldn’t wait to get home and get back into her own bed. Scott was distracted by other thoughts. He believed in coincidences but seeing Caprina wasn’t one of them. This was pure methodical planning.
Caprina being at Hartsfield-Jackson airport only meant she was going to show up in L.A. eventually. Scott silently counted the number of days he would have before Caprina made her “surprise” visit at his office. He only had a few days and that was nowhere near enough time.
She was planning something big and whatever it was, Scott was ready. If she dared to cross him, however, he had something for that ass.
To be continued…
Part III - The Finale – Coming soon
Other titles by Vera Roberts:
Dear Diary
Gettin’ It
S&M II (Scott & Mariana)
S&M (Scott & Mariana)
The Train Ride (Free and exclusive on Smashwords.com)
The Erotic Intoxication, Vol. I: Bad Girls
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