S&M II
S&M II (Scott and Mariana)
by
Vera Roberts
© 2011 Vera Roberts, All Rights Reserved
Smashwords Edition
For My Lovelies, Dahlings, and Freaks…thank you for supporting me. Part II is dedicated to you and you only.
Table of Contents:
Chapter One
The sheets were crumpled up in a heap on one side of the bed. Used condoms filled up the nearby trashcan, a count of five. The wall had markings from the headboard hitting against it throughout the night. She woke up wondering if she was in a dream and everything that took place was just a part of her twisted fantasy.
It wasn’t. Everything did happen. And often.
The morning after their sex marathon, Mariana woke up to an empty bed. She looked around for Scott and heard the shower running in the background. She walked to the bathroom and saw he was in the shower. She figured he wouldn't notice her so she proceeded to freshen up a bit.
She stood in front of the mirror and briefly looked at herself. Evidence of the prior night was written all over her face: the exhausted but dreamy eyes; you know the look one gets when they had a truly orgasmic experience. The never-ending smile that kept reappearing no matter how much she tried to get rid of it. Indeed, Scott gave it to her like no other man had or probably ever will. It was going to be a great start to a mutually beneficial relationship for them both.
She splashed some water to wake her up and reached for a nearby towel to blot her face. When she removed the towel, she looked at the mirror and was startled to see Scott standing behind her. Water glistened on his chest and his ebony hair was curled. He had a smile on his face."Do you want to join me?"
"I thought you were busy…" Mariana had to force the next word out. "…Master."
"I'm only your Master when we play. When we're not playing, I'm just Scott." He smiled.
"Good to know," Mariana turned around. "I should be on my way."
"You didn't answer my question, Mari. Did you want to join me?"
She was wary from the previous night. She was still quite sore. "Is it going to hurt?"
Scott grabbed her hand and led her into the large shower. "I promise I'll be gentle." He closed the door behind them and held the showerhead over Mariana's head. She closed her eyes and let the warm water rained over her body. Scott stood behind her and washed her body with a loofah. He soon discarded the loofah and rubbed his hands all over Mariana's body. He cupped her breasts and worked his way down to her navel.
"Spread your legs," he instructed and Mariana complied. Scott poured a little soap on his hand and created lather. He gently worked Mariana's heat, cleansing her thoroughly. He grabbed a free shower head and poured it over her body. He moved the showerhead to her heat and turned it onto the pulse setting. "Hold onto me," he told her.
Mariana wrapped her arms around Scott's back and held on tight. The rapid water on her clit caused a new sensation. She moaned softly as she held onto Scott even tighter than before. She felt one leg become weak and become shaky; she was about to cum. "Scott, Scott…" She couldn't get the words out of her mouth soon enough. Her body erupted into an earth-shattering orgasm and she went limp in Scott's arms.
Scott turned off the shower and helped Mariana to the vanity area where they dried off. He picked her up and carried her back to his bedroom where they made love for the rest of the day. Mariana found she loved being on top. She could control her orgasm and roll her body back and forth on Scott's thick cock. "Mmm…" she purred."Your cock is perfect…"
Mariana Harlow woke up in the middle of the night, dry-humping her body pillow. Her sheets were soaked with her sweat and her throat was parched. Scott had such a grip on her she was dreaming about him. "I can't escape that asshole even if I tried," she whispered.
"Mari?" Mariana's roommate, Sarah, knocked on her door. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine!" Mariana said, more hastily than she would've liked. "I'm okay, I'm good."
"Okay, just wondering. It sounded like you were in pain and I was just wondering," Sarah said through the door.
"Great," Mariana was embarrassed. Her moans woke both her and her roommate up. "Now I can't have a sexy dream in peace." Desperate, Mariana reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out her dildo. “My Battery-Operated Boyfriend, oh how much I have missed you…”
****
Los Angeles. Even the name sounded exotic. Either you loved it or loathed it. It was full of skyscrapers, sandy beaches, and unbelievable climate. It was full of homelessness, nightmare traffic, and random violence. It was the land of ‘Class and Trash’ as one of Mariana’s professors once put it. The place you can see a movie star every few minutes and a block later see what could really happen to the human form on Skid Row. It was a melting pot of different cultures, ethnicities, and food.
It was an exceptionally beautiful day. The sky was blue – a soft baby blue, with a few clouds in the sky. The weather was a surprisingly humid 95 degrees. It was the type of weather where one started sweating within a five minute walk. It was the perfect day to venture out to the local Starbucks, pretend to be someone important, and work on the Next Big Thing.
Mariana gave up Starbucks a long time ago. It wasn't that she hated the coffee; if anything, she loved it. She hated what it did to her wallet. It was that whole 'changing her spending habits' bullshit she convinced herself to do time and time again. But today was a special day. It was a new beginning and she wanted to treat herself a bit. No more stress, no more worries, and no more bullshit – just the way she liked it.
Her credit card debts were almost paid off and she could easily see the finishing line from her standpoint. From her cleaning job, she pocketed enough change to clear up a quarter of her debt within a couple of months. Mariana figured she'll be completely debt-free by the end of the year. She had one more year left of school before she entered the workforce and crazy commuting schedule.
Things were looking up for the 24 year old.
She ordered a grande Iced Carmel Macchiato and forgot how diabetes-sweet it was. She sipped it carefully and let the cool liquid ease down her throat. She might feel sick later on but it would be worth it. It'll make her forget about him. Or maybe a shopping trip to the nearest Coach store was in order to forget about him.
Him. Scott Reed. Just thinking about him made Mariana readjust her seating position. She already visualized his tongue licking her naked body and how easily her nipples perked up when she saw him. His body nestled perfectly between her legs and his cock? Wow. His delectable and thick cock was perfect. Mariana shook her head to relieve herself of the memories.
Focus, girlfriend.
She opened up her Macbook and began to apply at different internships for her marketing major. Mariana decided the best way to get over Scott was to throw herself into her studies. After taking a marketing class during her freshman year, she decided marketing was what she wanted to do for the rest of her life.
It was her senior year and she needed to get her feet on the ground running for a great job. It was something Mariana was not exactly looking forward to. It meant she had to grow up and be responsible.
She looked at the internship list provided by the marketing chair and was a bit overwhelmed. There were so many different companies and all sounded promising. But the one she wanted was McCormick and Sheppard. They were the marketing/PR firm of all firms, specializing in advertising. They were the firm other marketing firms admired. They didn’t just set the bar; they were the bar.
It was a new day.
"There's this guy I went on a date a while back." A blonde woman began to say to her brunette friend at the coffee shop. "He is absolutely amazing in bed."
"Oh really?" The brunette was intrigued. "What does he do?"
"It's more like what doesn't he do!" The blonde laughed as her friend joined in.
Mariana tried to ignore the conversation beside her by pretending to turn up her iPod. She actually turned it down to listen in more. She was curious to know what the women were talking about. She was curious to know if the women were talking about Scott.
"He's pretty aggressive." The blonde licked her lips as she reminisced. "He likes to pull hair and slap my ass."
"Ooh, kinky!" The brunette was intrigued. "Are you done with him because I think I want a piece."
"Oh no, he's all mine,” The blonde shook her head. “All mine, darling."
"You were always so selfish," The brunette jokingly replied, "so what does he do?"
"He's some executive, I don't know. I know he's rich. He drives a really nice Mercedes."
"You got yourself a rich one! Alright, alright!" The brunette laughed. "When are you going to see him again?"
"I don't know. He's been super busy as of late. I haven't seen him in about a couple of weeks."
While Mariana couldn't tell if the women were talking about Scott, she had the feeling they were. All signs pointed to 'No, he doesn't give a fuck about you, girlfriend!' He had her phone number, she didn't have his. He knew her schedule, she clearly didn't know his. He seemingly got over her. Well, she wished she could say the same.
No longer wanting to hear the sexual exploits of the women next to her, Mariana packed up her belongings and headed home. She felt sick. She wasn't sure if was the lack of Scott, the nauseating sexual conversation or the too-sweet coffee that did the trick but she felt like heaving.
Her guess was Scott.
****
One month. It had been a long month. She felt stupid for even counting down the days. She felt even stupider for even believing him. Was a man like Scott Reed really going to be her boyfriend? Was he her boyfriend? Or was he a fuck buddy?
Whatever he was, there was one thing he definitely wasn't: Master. Mariana shuddered at the thought. No White man was going to have a Sista call him Master in 2011. Fuck that shit! I'm no one's slave.
Damn him! Mariana couldn't show her anger. What would be the point of that? She cursed herself for getting involved with someone as evil, cruel, demanding, sexy, hot, and well hung like Scott. She hated him. She hated how he avoided her. She hated how he acted like nothing was amiss. She hated how he would make her wet and all he did was tell her to undress. He hated how big his cock was and how perfect he felt inside her.
She hated how she still craved him.
Despite how angry she was, Mariana hoped Scott was just really busy. She knew he was an executive and he often flew all over the country to meet with clients. Maybe he's on a business trip. But she knew that was bullshit; there was evidence he had been home. The bed was unmade, there were a pile of dirty clothes in the hamper, and the kitchen was in disarray.
But the bedroom was the place Mariana found she spent very little of her time there. She used to spend the bulk of two hours cleaning Scott's bedroom; she was barely in there for 30 minutes. She scoped out the place to see if there were any remnants of past dates but there was nothing. No condom wrappers, no spilled lubrication, nothing. She thought maybe Scott had gotten better cleaning up after himself but that was a failed conclusion. Despite how busy Scott was or claimed to be, he was still a slob.
She would arrive to his home early in hopes of catching him. He was never there. She would stay a little late. He never arrived. It seemed like he was trying to avoid her. Maybe she did cross a line. Maybe fucking Scott was the dumbest thing she could have done? No, fucking Scott wasn't the dumbest thing she did; letting go of her other clients at his request was. He wanted her all to himself but she never saw him.
The real kicker was her tip. Mariana used to do little origami designs on the bed sheets as an extra bonus. She decided one day to skip the design and saw her tip significantly dwindle down to a dollar from the very generous fifty dollars. To see what game Scott was playing, she decided to do the origami design the next day. The tip went back up to fifty dollars.
This is some bullshit.
Once she knew there was no danger of Scott catching her, Mariana ventured back into the forbidden top drawer; everything was exactly like it was weeks ago. The porn stash was neatly arranged. The dildos and vibrators were side by side in order from smallest to biggest. Other bondage toys and the like were in a separate corner. Mariana was confused. What was going on with Scott? Did he start taking his dates somewhere else instead? Was he sick? What was going on that was so important he couldn’t spare a phone call?
She decided to test him and move a few inconspicuous items around in the drawer. If Scott wasn't seeing anyone else, he would not notice the contents were slightly changed. She was confident everything would remain the same.
The next day when Mariana arrived, she noticed Scott had put a custom lock on the top drawer.
Chapter Two
"You come here a lot," a Starbucks barista commented to Mariana as she placed her order.
"I come here too much," Mariana chuckled. She has made the daily Starbucks pilgrimage a regular part of her habits. If she didn't go to Starbucks, Mariana was convinced she would go into shock. "I should open my own Starbucks honestly."
"Nothing wrong with that," the barista smiled back. He was a tall, light-skinned brother with dimples. He had doe-brown eyes that contrasted with his mega-watt smile. He occasionally licked his lips when he talked.
"Tell that to my pocketbook." Mariana handed out money for her drink and pastry.
The barista looked around and shook his head. "You're good. It's on the house today."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," he smiled, "as long as I get your digits also."
Mariana wanted to laugh. She would get hit on at Starbucks. "I don't know what your name is."
"B." He stuck out a hand. "And you are?"
"Mariana," she shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, B."
"Nice to meet you, Mariana.” He flashed a smile. “Now can I get your phone number?"
"Can I get my coffee first?"
"You got it." He smiled back.
Mariana grabbed her pastry and settled in a small booth around the corner. Within a couple minutes, she saw her caramel Frappuccino placed on her table. She looked up and saw B. standing over her. "Is this something new Starbucks is starting?"
"Special treatment for a special lady," B. made himself comfortable on a seat across from her. "Now can I please have your phone number?"
Mariana scribbled her phone number on a napkin and handed it to B. "Friendship. I just got out of something and I'm in no rush to get back into anything." If she could even call Scott 'something.' A two-day stand seemed more appropriate.
"That's fine by me. I just want to get to know you. You'll help me determine if you're crazy," he winked as he got up.
Mariana smiled. If only Scott was like that.
****
I need to focus. It's my last year and I don't need to be caught up on any bullshit. Focus, focus, focus.
She finally had an interview with McCormick and Sheppard. The interview was at 3 PM. It was cutting close to the time she would be at Scott's home but Mariana didn't care. It appeared Scott didn't. She wore a pinstriped business suit and white blouse. Her long hair was rolled up tightly in a bun and she topped off her look with pearl earrings and subtle makeup.
Mariana knew by a quick glance in the mirror she already got the job. She looked like a million bucks and felt like it. Always walk into the interview like you own it, a professor once told her, they would have no choice but to hire you.
Within a few minutes, a secretary, Elissa, came to the lobby to get her. "Mariana?" She greeted her. "He's ready to see you now."
"Great," Mariana smiled back. It was now show time.
She followed Elissa through the long corridor and arrived at her would-be boss's office. "He's on the phone but you can have a seat in his office. He'll be off shortly." Elissa let Mariana in and walked away.
Mariana walked inside the office was floored by how big it was. It was at least 300 square feet with a couch, a small conference table and a long oak desk. In a nearby corner was a small refrigerator full of water bottles and snacks. Behind the desk were several large windows facing the downtown skyscrapers. The view alone was priceless.
Mariana looked around and instantly recognized the signature Lalique and Tiffany crystals placed throughout the office. She once saw a movie where a character fawned over Laliques and she instantly became a fan. Mariana once had her eye on a Lalique angel but the $1,300 price tag told her she should invest into a cheaper paperweight. She settled for one at Wal-Mart.
The office was modern and contemporary with an old-school feel. Mariana would later describe the office as a being an advertisement for Geary's of Beverly Hills. Her future boss was definitely someone who paid his dues. The nicer the office, the more successful the boss, she reminded herself.
Mariana nervously sat down across from the desk, wondering if she sat too close. All she saw was a large black leather chair that occasionally bounced. She felt like she was intruding on a conversation, despite the man not saying a word.
As she waited for the man to get off the phone, Mariana's mind wandered to the last time she saw Scott. They were watching TV on his sofa and feeding each other popcorn. They snuck kisses in between popcorn bites and the next thing Mariana knew, Scott was had a mouthful of her as they did a modified 69 on his chaise lounge.
Not able to make it to the bedroom, they made love on the sofa while Mean Girls played in the background. Mariana was in a reverse cowgirl position and slowly eased herself up and down on Scott's cock. She leaned back against him as they watched the movie. He cupped her breasts again and softly played with her clit as he began to thrust upward.
"Great movie, isn't it?" Scott whispered in her ear.
"Mmm…it's amazing," Mariana panted back.
Mariana would never forget that movie.
She shook her head to relieve herself of the memory. Scott was officially in her past and what happened, happened. He had clearly moved on with his life and she needed to move on with hers, no matter how much it hurt. The potential internship at McCormick and Sheppard was exactly what she needed to get over Scott.
The man in the chair finally did speak. "Sounds good, Marty. We'll be in touch next week." He hung up.
Wait a minute. Mariana recognized that Southern drawl. It can't be…
"I'm glad to see you made it," Scott Reed turned around and smiled, "I was wondering if you were going to come."
Chapter Three
"I'm here," Mariana's face was emotionless. She was furious. She wanted to throat punch him.
For a split moment, she was surprised Scott called her in but then she remembered the conversation they had the first night they were together. "I'm a marketing major at UCLA. I would love to work for McCormick and Sheppard. I'm just floored by their company and how they create all these brilliant campaigns. Just sheer genius." She told him.
She had no idea Scott worked at McCormick and Sheppard and there was no hint he did at his home office. Had she had known, there was no way she would've applied for an internship there despite the company's world-renowned reputation. An internship at McCormick and Sheppard guaranteed a job there or any ad agency in the world.
A month absence had obviously done Scott some good. He wore a suit and tie, looking every bit of an executive as Mariana remembered. He went from clean-shaven to having a light beard. It made him more attractive. He seemed more refreshed and there was a bit of kindness to him. Too bad Mariana couldn't see past the asshole.
Scott clearly knew what he was doing. He recognized Mariana's name and called her in for an interview. No, he didn't call her; his secretary did. In fact, it was his secretary that gave Mariana a pre-screening before she stepped foot inside Scott's office. Mariana was convinced that was just for shits and giggles.
Scott was going to see her even if she wasn't the most qualified candidate. "Would you like anything to drink? Water? Soda?" He was surprisingly friendly and cordial.
Mariana on the other hand, was not. "I'm fine," she was tensed.
"Good." If Scott had any inclination on how his presence was making Mariana feel, he was either in denial or oblivious about it. Or, he just didn't care. He was called ‘Ice’ for good reason. "So why do you want to intern here?"
Mariana could no longer contain her anger. "Is this some sort of a sick joke?"
"You're at my place of business, Mari," Scott got up from his chair and walked around to the front of the desk where Mariana was sitting. He leaned back against his desk. "I don't joke when it comes to business."
"Alright, since this is an interview," Mariana pulled out her resume and handed it over to Scott, "as you can see, Mr. Reed, I am very qualified for the position of marketing intern. I have taken many classes such as Marketing 101, Business Writing and…"
"Did you miss me?" Scott asked as he glanced at Mariana's resume.
Mariana ignored him. "And I'm currently enrolled in International Marketing. I feel I would be a great fit for this position because…"
"I missed you," Scott said. "I've been thinking about you a lot." He couldn’t stop thinking about her.
"Anyway," Mariana pressed forward, "I'm dedicated, hard-working, and am willing to put in as many hours needed to get the job done."
"What are your worst attributes?" He asked.
"I'm too sensitive to the needs of others," Mariana deadpanned.
"What are your best attributes?" Scott set aside Mariana's resume. He looked at her directly.
Mariana locked eyes with her former lover. "I'm professional at all times even when I don't want to be." It was moments like this Mariana were grateful she was a little passive-aggressive.
Scott eyed Mariana's resume again and read it as he spoke."The thing about marketing is you often have clients call you at all hours of the day and sometimes you have to bend over backwards to make sure something is done perfectly for them, even though sometimes you want to tell them to suck your ass.
"Another thing about marketing is you often put in long, incredibly long hours of the day and sometimes it takes a toll on your personal life. Your day starts at seven in the morning and you'll be lucky if you're home at 10 at night. And if you have a major project to do, well, you’re blessed if you get any sleep at all. You really don’t have time for a relationship and you have to be pretty creative in order to see someone." He winked.
Mariana froze in her chair. Was Scott implying what she thought he was? "What are you saying?"
Scott folded his arms. "Do you know the bullshit I had to go through to make sure your internship would come to fruition?"
Mariana wasn't impressed. If Scott wanted to see her more, all he had to do was call her. It wasn't that hard or complicated. And men say we complicate shit? "Am I supposed to kiss your ass and praise you, Scott the Almighty?"
"A simple 'thank you' will suffice," Scott walked back over to his desk and sat down. "You start on Tuesday, 9 AM sharp. You'll work Tuesdays and Thursdays. If that is too much, we can always adjust your schedule. I know you have part-time work you must attend to as well."
"My part-time work is you," Mariana gritted her teeth.
"Then your internship shouldn't be a problem," Scott smiled. He knew Mariana wasn't going anywhere.
Mariana wanted to reach way back and slap Scott across the room and into the middle of next week. "Is there anything else you want to know, Mr. Reed?"
"No, that's all," Scott leaned back in his leather chair and swirled it around to face the skyscrapers.
"Thank you," Mariana stood up. She was so furious she regretted even entertaining her girl crush on him.
"Oh, one more thing, Ms. Harlow?" Scott beckoned her to come closer.
Mariana let out a deep breath and walked over to Scott's chair. And the fun doesn't stop. "Yes, Mr. Reed?"
Scott suddenly grabbed Mariana by the wrist and pulled her over His lap. He raised his left hand and it crushed against the fabric of her slacks, hitting her left cheek hard. "That's for going through the drawer the other night. I told you not to mess with it."
Mariana whimpered as the sting permeated her body. "Yes."
Scott slapped her ass again. "Yes, what?"
"Yes…" Mariana was dreading to say it. "Yes, Master."
"Good girl," He rubbed her ass and helped Mariana stand up. He straightened up her suit and fixed her hair. "I'm making dinner tonight and expect you to be at my place around seven. That should give you enough time to go home to freshen up and come back. I do not want you there when I arrive. I have a surprise for you and it'll take some time to set up. You're dismissed, Ms. Harlow."
"Is that why you hired me?" Mariana's anger was replaced with relaxation. Her entire being was refreshed. A wave of calmness flushed over her body. Maybe she did need a good spanking. "To keep tabs on me?"
"I hired you because you're one of the most qualified candidates," Scott kissed her forehead.
"That's all?"
"And to keep tabs on you," he winked.
Chapter Four
In short, Scott was sprung. In long, it was much more complicated than that.
Scott Reed was alone, but never lonely. His bedroom had seen more than its fair share of action. He loved women. He loved sex. He loved no strings attached. All three combined made for wonderful times.
He contemplated getting a dog so he would have at least something to come home to. He briefly mentioned that on a date and the woman fawned over the idea. She was insistent…no, she was aggressive on what type of dog Scott should get and how to care for it. She even offered to help watch and take care of the dog. Scott decided he was better off alone.
He made it a point to separate friendship from business at his work and no one outside of Elissa knew any intimate details of his life. Only Scott’s ‘bros’ knew some things and for the most part, they were trying set him up with various women half of the time. He did take advantage of the offers. While the woman may have been fantasizing over china patterns and wedding colors, Scott was figuring out how her fellatio technique based on her conversation style.
Many of his former girlfriends – could he even call them that? – married and lived supposedly happily wedded lives. He often got a call from a few of them on the eve of their respective weddings, asking for one more ‘go around’ with him. Scott simply laughed and hung up on them. He was not about to play a part in anyone’s divorce.
"Scott, welcome back." The salesperson, Alan, welcomed him with a smile and hug. "What gifts are you buying your mother this time?"
"Not for my mother," Scott replied, "something for someone dear to me."
"Lucky lady," Alan smiled, "what was your price range?"