S&M III, Vol. II (27 page)

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.

T
WENTY-
F
IVE

“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.”

T
WENTY-
S
IX

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.

Caprina circled the wine glass with a finger. “I still get under your skin, Scotty,” she smiled, “I always have and I always will.”

“Getting under my skin is one thing, Ms. Waters,” Scott smiled, “getting
underneath
me, as you’re eager to do, is something that will never happen again.”

Caprina stared into the depths of his eyes. There was no warmth or love lost. She saw plenty of anger and disgust.  “You’re bold.”

“I’m honest,” Scott replied. The waiter came back to their table. “We’re ready to order now. Ms. Waters, you can go ahead.”

“You’re not going to order for me, Scotty?” Caprina smiled. “You always used to.”

“I order for ladies,” Scott replied, “you’re not one.”

****

“What’s up, buttercup?” Robert asked Mariana.

Mariana stared at a blank spreadsheet on her computer. Her body was at work but her mind was with Scott and Caprina. She relentlessly wondered what they were doing. What was she wearing? Was he still attracted to her? Were they actually having sex instead of meeting? “Scott put me in charge of the Guess account,” she was somber.

“Let’s not get excited!” Robert commented.

“I didn’t know Caprina was Scott’s ex-girlfriend,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, I can see how you wouldn’t like that,” Robert replied.

“I know it shouldn’t bother me, but it does,” Mariana admitted, “it really does.”

“But what bothers you about her? The fact she’s a model? The fact she and Scott used to date? Key word,
used to
?”

Mariana rested her head on her palm. “All of the above?”

“Baby girl, let me tell you this, out of all of the women here, you’re the one Scott pays attention to,” Robert leaned down and sniffed Mariana’s roses, “and there’s plenty of evidence to show for.”

Mariana wanted to believe what Robert was saying. Caprina was enchanting, graceful, and had plenty of money and adoration from the
world.
Mariana was just a girl from around the way who had credit problems and “lucked out” by sleeping with her rich boss.  “Why am I intimidated by her so much?”

“It’s natural. Your boyfriend is working with his ex-girlfriend and they’ll be working a lot together. You would feel a little uncomfortable.” Robert said.

“I guess,” Mariana leaned back in her chair. “I just wished I didn’t care.”

“If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t have a heart at all,” he pointed out.

“If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be talking about this nonsense,” she sighed.

****

The lunch meeting was a success. As Caprina promised, the Guess executives joined them a short while later and Scott mapped out the ideas for her campaign. Caprina was particularly impressed on how take-charge Scott was. He pulled no punches and was straight to the point. He was aggressive in the boardroom, which made Caprina wonder how aggressive he was in the bedroom. Seven years had made Scott’s balls finally drop.

“All right, thank you for a great meeting,” Scott glanced down at his Cartier. “I have to get going, I have another engagement tonight. We’ll be in touch.” He began to leave.

“Scotty?” Caprina called out after him and he stopped. She rushed over to him. “Hey, there.”

“Hey,” he was cordial.

There he was, standing before her in a Gucci suit, looking every bit an executive. She could tell his body was muscular just by how the suit contoured to his body. Caprina’s heart was aflutter. She put her hand over her chest to calm down her heartbeat. It was thumping though her fingers. “You were wonderful back there.”