S&M III, Vol. II

by Vera Roberts

  Instead, it was business as usual. Scott went to the gym and she went to her internship. There were no plans for a romantic evening, and Mariana didn’t dare to ask Scott what his plans were for them for Valentine’s Day. She didn’t want to be disappointed if the answer was negative.

  Maybe she was being unfair. Scott did give her a Mercedes for Christmas, and he was going to propose to her soon. Why was it always the man’s job to make Valentine’s Day romantic? Why did he have to have all the pressure? Mariana had been taking those cooking classes for a while now, and she had become more confident in her skills. She started jotting down ideas. She was going to surprise Scott with a romantic home-cooked dinner that night.

  “You look deep in thought,” Scott approached her.

  Mariana was slightly startled and put down her pen. “I was making plans.”

  “Making plans?” A slow smile formed on Scott’s face. “For?”

  “You,” Mariana leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. “I’m going to cook you dinner tonight.”

  “You don’t have to,” he replied.

  “I want to,” Mariana held her ground. “Besides, it’s a romantic day. You work hard, and you would like to come home to a nice home-cooked meal, right?”

  Scott smiled. “That would be nice, yes.”

  “Well, good! I’ll have everything set up for tonight.” Mariana smiled.

  “As you were, Ms. Harlow.” Scott smiled back.

  “As you were, Mr. Reed.”

  Scott went inside his office and Elissa followed closely behind him. “Is everything set up?” He asked her.

  “Yes, sir!” Over the past few days, Elissa worked overtime trying to set up the romantic Valentine’s Day surprise Scott had for Mariana. For the first time in a while, Elissa was actually a little jealous of Mariana; her own husband wasn’t that romantic. “She will be surprised out of her mind at what you have planned for her.”

  “Good, good. That’s exactly what I want.” Scott couldn’t stop smiling. He hated playing cold and uninterested to Mariana about any Valentine’s plans, but he was afraid he would say something to spoil them. It took a lot of effort to make it perfect, and he didn’t want anything ruined.

  “I am surprised about one thing,” Elissa began.

  “Hmm?”

  “Mariachi?” She chuckled.

  Scott shrugged. “Whatever my Queen wants, my Queen gets.”

  ****

  It was already noon, and Mariana couldn’t wait to get away from the romantic atmosphere at work. No, it wasn’t work; it was a floral shop. It was beautiful to see so many people in love and gushing, but with no roses on her desk, Mariana felt the green-eyed monster showing through. She could’ve sworn she felt the whispers and looks of others who wondered why her desk was so empty.

  “Are you ready for lunch?” Scott approached her.

  “Um, sure. Just let me grab my purse and jacket.” Mariana grabbed her items and followed Scott to the parking garage.

  “Before we go any further, put this on.” Scott handed her a blindfold.

  Mariana firmly planted her feet on the ground to contain her bounce. So he did have something planned for her? “I just have one question: are we going back to New York?”

  “No.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “You had only one question,” Scott smiled. “Slip on the blindfold and get inside.”

  Mariana slightly frowned and put on the blindfold. She carefully got inside Scott’s car and he closed the door. He entered the driver’s side and started up the car. “Buckle up.”

  “Yes, my Lord.” Mariana buckled up.

  Scott pulled out of the parking lot and drove a long distance. Mariana could tell they were on the freeway and heard the other cars zip past them. Scott turned on some music and occasionally rested his hand on Mariana’s thigh. “Trust Me, My pet.” He promised.

  Mariana lightly touched Scott’s hand with hers. “I do, my Lord.”

  The drive was seemingly long, and Mariana was getting anxious, wondering what Scott was up to. Just when she was about ask, Scott suddenly stopped and turned off the car. He got out of the car and walked over to Mariana’s passenger side. “Unbuckle and grab my hand,” He instructed.

  Mariana followed orders, carefully stepping out of the Maserati. She held tight to Scott and trusted him with where they were going since she couldn’t see anything. She could faintly smell the ocean air and wondered where she was.

  After walking a short distance, Scott stopped walking. “All right, we’re here. Sit down carefully.”

  Mariana could tell she was in grass. Were they at a park? What did he have planned for her? Was she overdressed? Was she underdressed? Her mind was racing a mile a minute.

  Then it was silence. Scott didn’t say a word. In fact, Mariana wasn’t sure she knew where Scott was at the moment. Did he just up and leave her? He knows she hates it when he does that shit. Where did he go?

  “I’m right here, My pet.” Scott said behind her, as if reading her mind. “I just have to make a few finishing touches on something.”

  “Okay, my Lord,” Mariana breathed a sigh of relief.

  Scott stepped back and looked at his creation. He had hired a photographer just for the occasion. He wanted to remember it and possibly give his future son pointers on how to woo a woman. “Okay, you can start now,” He said it in Spanish to someone.

  A Mariachi band started playing and Mariana turned her head to see where the noise was coming from. “Remove your blindfold, baby,” Scott called out to her.

  Mariana took off the blindfold and was stunned. She was inside a large heart, shaped by multicolored rose petals. There was a picnic basket and lunch laid out for her with various fruits, cheeses, chocolates, finger sandwiches and champagne. In a nearby corner was a Mariachi band. “You know what I really like for some strange reason?” Mariana once told Scott. “I really like Mariachi bands. I don’t know why.”

  “So let me ask you,” Scott held out his hand and Mariana grabbed it, “when will you start trusting me?”

  He pulled Mariana’s body close to his and swayed her to a love song. The balladeer sung out and the photographer snapped up pictures. “To my Lord, I give my submission. To my Lord, I give my devotion. To my Lord, I give my sex. To my Lord, I give my fears. To my Lord, I give my trust. To my Lord, I give my happiness. To my Lord, I give my everything. My Lord loves me and I love my Lord.” She replied back to him.

  TWENTY-FOUR

  Caprina sat behind the judge’s table and got ready to see the designers and models present their creations. Had she known she would get paid an astounding amount just to be a reality competition judge, she would’ve done it a long time ago.

  The first contestant worked her way down the runaway, and Caprina noticed her high heel booties. They were Jimmy Choos. The second contestant wore Roberto Cavalli on her feet. The third contestant wore Gucci, and the remaining contestants wore other designer shoes. As long as none of them wore Louboutins, Caprina didn’t care. She had even stipulated in her contract she was to be the only one to wear Louboutins.

  Caprina noticed one contestant in particular who wore thigh-high, high-heeled boots. A slow smile grew on her face as she thought back to her times with Scott.

  She made Scott walk around his home wearing a maid’s uniform and her high heels. He walked clumsily as he tried to adjust to the five-inch stilettos. He carried a feather duster and wore bright red lipstick.

  Caprina was laid out in the sun, sipping on lemonade. She adjusted her designer frames on her face and became more comfortable in the sun. “Are you comfortable, slave?”

  Scott struggled to walk in a straight line. If he lied to Caprina, he would feel Her wrath. If he told the truth to Her, She would have him keep doing the humiliating acts. He was stuck. “It’s difficult, but I’ll manage, Mistress.”

  “Good boy,” Caprina said in a condescending tone. “Now come here. I want you to do something for Me.”


  Scott managed to walk quickly over to Caprina. His feet were killing him and he had only worn the shoes for a short time. “Yes, Mistress?”

  Caprina lifted one leg up to Scott’s face. “I want you to give me foot worship.”

  Scott got down on his knees and kissed Caprina’s feet. He took one foot and massaged it gently with his hands. He then took the foot and individually kissed each toe. He repeated the same actions on the other foot.

  Scott lay down on his back, directly placing his mouth under his Mistress’s feet. He stuck out his tongue and Caprina rolled Her feet off his tongue in a soft kicking motion so Scott could lick from the ball of Her feet to the heel. She then dipped Her feet inside Scott’s mouth as if She was fucking his mouth with Her toes.

  The sensation turned Caprina on. She became wetter and began to massage her breasts as Her slave foot worshipped Her. She trailed Her fingers down to Her cunt and began to finger Herself as She fucked Scott’s mouth. Her hips thrust upward as Her fingers moved in and out of Her tunnel, and Her hand feverishly rubbed Her clit. “Fuck, Scotty. I’m about to cum…that’s it, baby…I’m about to cum…oh fuck!” Caprina screamed out as She came over Her fingers.

  Scott sat back and smiled at his Mistress. It pleased him knowing that he was responsible for Her orgasm. “Is there anything else you need, Mistress?”

  “No, that will be all, Scotty.” Caprina wiped Her fingers on his maid’s uniform. “Run along now.”

  Caprina adjusted herself in her seat as she fantasized about her ex-lover. Thank goodness the producers called for a short break. She needed to get away for a moment and relieve herself.

  TWENTY-FIVE

  “Come with me, please?” Scott casually said as he strolled past Mariana’s desk.

  Mariana stopped working on her projects and followed Scott to his office. She closed the door behind her. “Yes?”

  “I have a lunch meeting with the Guess executives,” Scott began, “and Ms. Waters.”

  Mariana felt uneasy. “Okay.”

  “I wanted to tell you this so you were aware.” Scott said, “and so you didn’t hear it from anyone else.”

  “You didn’t have to tell me anything, Scott,” Mariana defended. “I trust you.”

  “I wasn’t telling you this as your boss,” Scott said, “I was telling you this as your boyfriend.”

  Mariana slightly nodded as if she accepted it. “I get it.”

  “What are your plans tonight?” Scott asked.

  Mariana wondered why Scott had to even ask her that. He knew her schedule; he was the one that set it. “Nothing really. Why?”

  “I wanted to take you to a play party if you’re still interested,” he said.

  With all the excitement between the lovers lately, Mariana had completely forgotten about the play party. “I would love to go. When?”

  “Tonight at ten PM.”

  That would give Mariana enough time to finish her day, and possibly take a quick nap before she got ready. “What should I wear?”

  “I’ll worry about that,” Scott smiled.

  “Thank you,” she smiled.

  “You’re welcome,” Scott motioned towards his door, “as you were, Mari.”

  “As you were, Scott,” she walked out of his door.

  When Mariana got back to her desk, she saw a huge bouquet of white roses and a big box waiting for her. There was a card on the box. For your eyes only. Mariana looked around and saw an empty office. She rushed inside and closed the door behind her. She opened the box and saw a purple corset and black mini-skirt. Inside was another note:

  Leave the panties and bra at home tonight. Wear your new heels. They’re waiting for you at your desk.

  “What?” Mariana closed the box and rushed out of the office. On her chair was another box of Louboutins. They were black thigh-highs with a five-inch heel. Attached was another note:

  Meet me back in the office if you’re so inclined.

  Mariana put the shoes away and rushed inside Scott’s office. He was sitting in his chair, stroking a riding crop. He sexily smirked. “Assume the position.”

  Mariana locked the door behind her and took off her shoes. She removed her slacks and got down on her hands and knees. “Yes, my Lord?” she asked.

  “Very good, My pet,” Scott walked around her, admiring her body. He trailed the riding crop up and down her back. Mariana closed her eyes as she felt the rigid instrument on her skin. She no longer cared she was at work or if anyone could hear them. Her only focus was on her Lord and pleasing Him.

  Scott stood behind Mariana’s ass and admired it. It was so beautiful, and the baby oil still glistened from when she applied it. Scott swatted Mariana’s left cheek once. She slightly jumped on impact. He swatted her right cheek, but Mariana didn’t move. Scott tossed the riding crop aside and walked over to his desk, grabbing a small paddle. He went back to Mariana, who was patiently obedient.

  He kneeled behind her and slapped her ass hard with the paddle. She slightly moved from her position and bit her lip in pleasure. The second slap made Mariana close her eyes, and she relished in the feeling. The third slap felt great but the fourth slap turned her out. Her thighs felt tingly and her pussy was wet. Fire crawled up her body and licked her face. She wanted her Lord. She needed Him.

  It was not meant to be, at least not until later. “Put on your clothes, My pet,” her Lord ordered.

  Mariana opened her eyes. Scott’s tone changed. He was not the aggressive and dominant Lord anymore. There was no aftercare or comforts. Mariana thought she did something wrong. She quickly put on her clothes, trying to mask her eyes, which were filled with tears.

  She was on her way out the door when Scott blocked her path. “My pet,” He looked down at her, “what’s wrong?”

  The tears slowly fell down Mariana’s cheeks. She felt as if she had done something wrong and He didn’t care for what she did. “I’ve disappointed you, my Lord.”

  “You could never disappoint Me,” Scott assured her.

  “My Lord,” Mariana sniffled, “You didn’t give me aftercare.”

  “Sometimes I will, sometimes I won’t,” Scott lifted Mariana’s eyes to His. He wiped her tear-stained cheeks with His thumbs. “But it doesn’t mean I’m mad or upset at you. Your job as My submissive is to please Me. My job as your Dom is to make sure you’re comfortable and safe.” Scott also meant that as her boyfriend.

  Mariana immediately felt better. “Yes, my Lord,” she smiled.

  “That’s my girl,” Scott smiled. “Go freshen up. I’ll see you later tonight, My pet.” He kissed her lips, gently sucking on the bottom one. “You’ve made your Lord very happy today.”

  TWENTY-SIX

  Scott pulled up to the Sentiment restaurant, a fine dining establishment where the prices were purposely unlisted. If you couldn’t afford to eat there, there was no need to look at the menu to see what you could afford.

  Scott parked his Maserati and grabbed his briefcase full of potential campaigns and glanced quickly at himself in the mirror again. He’d been to many advertising meetings throughout his years, and the one with Guess was not any different. No, there was a difference. His bitch ex was front and center of the campaign.

  He was tense during the early morning hours and did not look forward to seeing Caprina at all. He had done such a great job erasing her from his memory that whenever he saw her on TV or on a magazine cover, he was apathetic. Now he was working with her.

  Fashion houses didn’t normally work with advertising agencies; they had their own. Caprina had pulled some strings—and probably given a few blow jobs to someone—in order to have her campaign work with McCormick & Sheppard. He was going be forced to work with her whether he liked it or not. Just like old times.

  “May I help you, sir?” The maître d’ approached Scott.

  “Yes, I have a meeting with…”

  “Over here, Scotty!” Caprina waved at him. She was alone.

  Scott stood at the desk
for a brief moment as he contemplated his actions. He decided to act as normally as possible, despite the raging inferno that was steadily building inside of him. “I see my party is waiting for me. I’ll seat myself, thank you.” Scott walked over to the table Caprina sat. She pulled out a chair for him to sit next to her. He sat across from her instead.

  “Wow, you look really good!” Caprina complimented him. She had been checking him out the moment he walked into the restaurant.

  “Thank you,” Scott swallowed, “you look nice today.” It was a forced compliment.

  Caprina giggled like a schoolgirl. “Thank you, Scotty,” she twirled her hair.

  “I’m assuming the Guess executives will be here shortly?” He asked.

  “They will,” Caprina smiled, “in about thirty minutes.”

  Scott’s good mood was slowly dissipating. Of course. It didn’t take him long to figure out what was going on. “All right.”

  “I was hoping we could use this time to catch up,” Caprina smiled.

  Scott opened the menu and looked over the entrees. “Stop with the bullshit, Ms. Waters.”

  “I’m sorry?”

  “Why are you really here?” He was direct.

  Caprina greeted the waiter as he poured wine for them. “I’m here because I’m in the new Guess campaign and…”

  “Besides that,” Scott countered. “Why are you really here?”

  Caprina took a sip of wine and let the sweet liquid trickle down her throat. “To claim what’s mine,” she quietly replied.

  Scott couldn’t decide if he wanted the chicken or salmon. Both options were pretty tasty. “And what is it that you’re claiming?”

  Caprina pulled the menu away from Scott, forcing him to look at her. She wanted to read him. She was met with cold, intelligent eyes. “You.”

  Scott didn’t smile. “I was never yours to begin with.”

  “Au contraire,” she sipped her Merlot. “You were always mine.”

  Scott felt his temper simmering. He let out a small breath to quiet it. “Is that right?”

  “That’s right,” she nodded.

  Scott sipped his glass and smiled. “Ms. Waters, I will work directly with you solely on the basis that our relationship is professional. Nothing more, nothing less. I cannot afford to be reminiscing on any past we had if you want me to be focused on your campaign.” His voice was still and quiet.