Authors: Vera Roberts
When she reached Scott’s office, she knocked on the door. “Come in,” Scott called out.
Mariana entered his office and closed the door behind her. “Yes?”
Scott looked away from his computer. He had a smile on his face. “I heard you had lunch with Caprina.”
“I did. It went well.” Mariana leaned against the door. “It was a very pleasant lunch. We talked about the campaign, and she told me not to be worried about her.”
Scott’s smile morphed into a smirk. He tightened his lips in hope to quiet what he really wanted to say. “She actually said that?”
“Yes,” Mariana nodded, “she told me whatever you two had was in the past.”
Scott read Caprina’s lies. Convincing Mariana everything was okay would be perfect if she wanted to get him. And if Scott told Mariana the truth, she wouldn’t be able to focus on the campaign.
That bitch is too smart for my own good.
“Why are you standing over there?”
“Because I’m afraid I’m going to cum again if I walk towards you,” Mariana answered.
“You better take that chance,” Scott ordered her and Mariana made quick strides to his desk and plopped into one of the chairs.
“No,” Scott shook His head, “come over
here
.”
Mariana let out a frustrated breath and stood up. The rope once again rubbed against her swollen nub, and she carefully walked over to Scott’s chair. He turned to face her and He placed His hands on her waist. He felt how hot she was and how it was making her ache just standing there in front of him.
“Do you have class tonight?” He looked up at her.
“No,” Mariana answered.
Scott slapped her ass. “You know how to address Me.”
The sting of the slap heightened the feeling Mariana had from the rub rubbing against her nub. “No, my Lord,” Mariana corrected.
“Good. I’m officially off right now and guess what?” His eyes had a twinkle in them.
“Am I going to get off with you, my Lord?” She asked.
Scott stood up. His erection was restricting His slacks. He began to undress Mariana, letting the clothing fall onto the floor. He undid her slacks and she stepped out of them. He pulled her hair down from the bun and the long curly strands fell down.
He fisted the curls into his hands and a low, guttural moan escaped his lips as He admired her naked body. He gently pulled back her hair and Mariana softly whimpered. The light rosebuds on her breasts were erect, matching the arousal already between her thighs. He caressed her body with his fingers, trailing from her neck down to her core and back. He felt her desire, her heat, and knew she wouldn’t be able to wait much longer.
He quickly undressed and sat back down in His chair, pulling Mariana on top of Him. He saw the hunger in her eyes and the passion boiling inside her. He simply smiled as He slid His cock inside her.
Mariana gasped as the sudden invasion, and her body lightly shook as she tried to get a bearing on her senses. She looked back at her Master and read His eyes: He was waiting for her to tell Him what she wanted next. But Mariana didn’t say a word; she simply nodded her request.
“I say you will,” Scott promised as He guided Mariana up and down.
F
IFTEEN
“I heard the Great Disaster blew back into town,” Jeff perused a menu at the local Peruvian restaurant, “I hope you have sturdy shelter.”
A week had passed since Caprina’s surprise visit to Scott’s office. She had kept a relatively low profile and had not made any splashes other than promotion for her show and the lunch with Mariana, which still didn’t sit well with Scott. There was no reason for Caprina to have lunch with his girlfriend other than to scope out the competition and get into her head. “That bitch is up to something,” Scott casually mentioned. “I just wish I could figure out exactly what it is.”
“Why would she come back after all this time?” Jeff asked. “If she wanted you before, she could’ve come back a long time ago.”
“She could’ve if she had something to gain from it,” Scott replied. “She has more to gain with me now than she did back then.”
“She’s been following your career, I take it?”
Scott had had the feeling someone was watching and following him when he was on vacation. He was convinced now it was Caprina all along. “Not just my career.”
“Are you sure it was her you saw at Atlanta?”
“I’m pretty damn positive,” Scott looked up from the menu. “I’m
pretty
damn positive.”
“Why would she just stand there and not approach you?” Jeff realized the answer to his own question. “Unless…”
Scott remembered the brief interaction with Caprina over the holidays. He could’ve sworn he saw her smirked as she read the magazine. She wanted him to see her and he played right into her trap—hook, line, and sinker. “It was her intention that I see her,” Scott finished.
“Which means,” Jeff leaned back into his chair, “she also saw Mari.”
Scott became very uncomfortable with the realization. Caprina didn’t just want to get back in his life. She also wanted Mariana out of the picture.
I will destroy her
, she promised. “I wonder how long she’s been following me.”
“I imagine for a long while, bro,” Jeff shook his head. “I knew her ass was a special kind of crazy.”
“She had to have known I was going to be in Georgia,” Scott began to think about other things in his life that Caprina possibly took notice of. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she followed me to Decatur.”
“Shit! What?” Jeff asked.
“I was at my mother’s house and I had this feeling that someone was following me. I turned around and saw nothing but parked cars in the neighborhood.” Scott was convinced Caprina was hiding in one of the cars he saw that night.
“Have you thought about a restraining order?”
“On what basis?” Scott shrugged. “On a
thought
? I have no proof, even though I know I’m right.”
“What does Mari think of this?”
Scott paused. He remembered how hurt she was when they spoke the other night. It would be a long while before he would be able to forgive himself. “She’s not happy.”
“No shit!” Jeff deadpanned. “You did tell her the story of the Great Disaster, right?”
“I had no choice. I thought she would never find out.”
“Dude, are you high?” Jeff asked. “Maybe because you were so wrapped up in it, you didn’t realize how big the scandal was. She would’ve known if she did a search for your name.”
“I don’t think she ever cared. Mariana was seventeen when the scandal broke out. She was too busy trying to graduate from high school and get into college. When I was seventeen, I didn’t care what a lot of celebrities did.”
“So what now?”
“I have to wait and watch,” Scott took a sip of water. “I have to wait and watch.”
“And then what?”
Scott’s thoughts turned back to Mariana. He didn’t want her to get caught up in any drama he would have with Caprina. He needed to protect her at all costs.
But how?
“If she hurts Mari, I will destroy her.”
“Scott? Hey, man, is that you?” the waiter asked.
Scott could pick out the smarmy face from a line-up. “Owen,” he stated as if he made an unfortunate realization.
“Hey, man!” Owen laughed. “Gee, how long has it been? Three, four years?”
“Eight,” Scott corrected.
“Wow, eight, huh?” Owen shook his head in jest. “Amazing.”
“It is.” Scott countered. “Say, I would like to have the…”
“Are you still with McCormick?” Owen interrupted.
“Yes. Anyway, for an appetizer, we would like to have…”
“So, who’s running things there?” Owen asked.
Scott and Jeff folded their menus. “I am,” Scott was curt.
“Wow!” Owen laughed, “Wow! That’s great. That’s really great.”
“It is,” Scott forced a grin.
“Well, if you’re ready to order?” Owen was going to put a special treat in Scott’s food
just
for him.
“Sure,” Scott and Jeff opened their menus again, “I would like to order the…”
“Say,” Owen began again, forcing Scott and Jeff to close their menus again, “do you think Rich is still mad at me?”
“Yes,” Scott was getting pissed off.
“Really? After eight years?” Owen asked.
“Really,” Scott replied.
“Wow,” Owen was incredulous. “Oh, well, after all that work I’ve done for that company and the long, very long hours I put into, he’s still mad at me. After scoring all of those accounts and generating all that revenue.” He shrugged. “Oh, well. Anyway, what can I get for you fellas?”
“Oh, don’t let us interrupt!” Jeff chimed in.
“I’m sure you fellas are hungry,” Owen took out his notepad, “what can I get for you?”
“Two Caesar salads, one with chicken, one without, and two glasses of Pinot Grigio. We also like to have the goat cheese croquettes for an appetizer.” Jeff replied.
“All righty, coming right up,” Owen smiled. He
definitely
was going to spit in Scott’s food.
“And Owen?” Scott beckoned him to bend down.
“Yeah, man?”
Scott grabbed Owen by his tie and yanked him down to his face. “If you even
think
about putting yours or anyone else’s bodily fluids in our order, I will bend you over this table and fuck you like the bitch you are. And I won’t give you the courtesy of using Vaseline, got it?”
Owen swallowed. “Got it.”
“Good,” Scott smiled and let go of him.
Jeff watched Owen hurriedly leave their table. “It is so hard to find good help these days.”
S
IXTEEN
Caprina waited for Scott in his living room. She was still amazed by how much had changed since their disastrous breakup. His home used to be a throwback to the seventies, with dingy carpet and equally dingy furniture. Now he had top-of-the-line everything. His sofas were custom-made of the softest material she had ever felt. The fireplace lightly crackled and roared.
Scott’s vehicle had changed from the rundown Lexus to the Mercedes coupe he used to drive. Now he was rocking a dark green Maserati. It was sexy, powerful, and classy—the embodiment of Scott himself.
I love the way it purrs for me,
Scott once told her.
And finally Scott himself. When they dated, he had a muscular physique, but he had morphed it into a god-like stature, not too grotesque or scary. He was ripped from head to toe, and everything about his body was perfect. Caprina imagined trailing her tongue over his abs.
“My pet,” Scott walked into the living room. He was wearing a business suit with an open collar. “You have been a very patient woman, yes?”
“Scott, I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time,” Caprina walked towards him.
Scott wrapped his arms around Caprina’s waist and pulled her close to him. He felt the heat rise from her belly and crawl up to her neck. She breathed heavily, and he bet if he were to touch her swollen nub, she would cum instantly.
He pulled her hair back and caressed her face with an index finger, feeling the softness of her skin and inhaling her scent of musk and jasmine. “If we’re going to play, My pet,” Scott whispered against her lips, “we have to do it My way or not at all.”
Caprina was up for the challenge. She wanted to be dominated by the new Scott. The old Scotty was too much of a doormat, but the new Scott…He got her twisted. “Yes…Master,” she smiled sensually.
“Good,” Scott motioned for Caprina to stand up, “get up and undress. I want you bare.”
Caprina slipped off the slinky purple dress and pulled down her hair. She was completely nude underneath. “Is this what you want, Master?”
“Perfect,” Scott complimented. He traced a finger over the curvature of her breasts and Caprina closed her eyes at His touch. He was demanding yet gentle. Every fiber of her being wanted Him to touch her, mold her, caress her, love her, dominate her, and fuck her.
“Absolutely perfect. Follow me.” He walked ahead of her to the bedroom.
Scott took out a set of handcuffs and a blindfold. He walked over to a nearby chair and sat down. “Come here, pet.”
Caprina walked over to Scott. “Yes, Master?”
“Bend over My knee,” He ordered.
Caprina bent over Scott’s knees, steadying herself with her hands. “Like this, Master?”
“Perfect,” Scott smoothed His hands over Caprina’s ass. It was soft and supple. “Absolutely perfect.” He grabbed one cheek while he slapped the other with a free hand. Caprina let out a small moan. The pain was unexpected but it felt good. She had never been dominated by a man like this before, and the sensation was new to her. Scott whetted her appetite for more.
“Did you like that, My pet?” Her Master asked.
“Yes, Master.”
“Did you want me to continue?” He rubbed her ass again.
“Yes, Master,” she murmured.
Scott crushed His hand against her ass again. “What was that?”
The pain shot through Caprina’s body and moisture was building between her folds.”Yes, Master!” Caprina almost shouted.
“Good girl,” Scott purred again before firing off a series of slaps.
Each slap was harder than the last, and Caprina felt she was on the verge of an orgasm. She bit her lip to prevent the moans from coming out, but after a while, she found herself screaming in passion and delight. Dreams were becoming blurred with reality as the slaps sent her on one orgasmic wave after another.
“Get on the bed, My pet,” He ordered her and Caprina quickly got on the bed.
Scott joined her on the bed and handcuffed Caprina’s wrists to the bedposts. He slipped the blindfold over her eyes and His hands wandered all over her body. He squeezed her breasts, feeling the softness of them, and played with the nipples between His fingers. He smoothed His hands over her taut stomach and dangled with the butterfly belly ring.
He caressed her inner thighs; they were warm and He felt her fire. Her chocolate folds were closed tight and were glistening with moisture and heat. He was careful not to venture into the spot she wanted Him to touch her the most. Instead, He wanted to feel her energy, her passion, her love for Him. “Have you been a good girl?” He finally asked her.