S&M III, Vol. II (24 page)

Caprina violently nodded. “Yes, yes, I have, Master!”

“Ooh…” He purred. “I wonder how I should reward you.”

“Master…” Caprina whispered.

Scott dipped His head down and inhaled Caprina’s exhilarating scent. “You smell perfect for Me, My pet.” He finally inserted a finger. She was hot and wet. “You’re ready for Me.”

Caprina arched her back off the bed as her Master continued to finger her. He wasn’t forceful about it and quite meticulous as if He was intentionally playing with her. “Fuck me, Master,” she breathed.

Scott pulled out His cock and slid it inside Caprina. She wrapped tightly around Him and He thought He was about cum. “My pet,” He purred.  “Fuck, you feel so good. You like how My cock feels? You want Me to fuck you?”

“Please fuck me, Master,” Caprina begged.

Caprina’s dreams were interrupted by a knocking on her door. She opened her bedroom door and saw what she had been waiting for. “Caprina?” The man asked. “Your security told me to come straight back here. Hi, I’m Carlos.”

“No, your name is Scott for tonight,” Caprina let him inside. She walked over to her purse and pulled out three thousand dollars. She was impressed by him. He looked pretty similar to Scott’s height and build. He wasn’t as muscular, but then again, “Scott” wasn’t the real thing. “Hurry up and get undressed. The handcuffs and whip are on the side table.”

S
EVENTEEN

“Okay, who is Guess’s target audience? Young females. They’re usually White, in their late teens to early twenties, and have an expendable bank account. They’re used to seeing Paris Hilton or other White girls on the ad; not a Sista.” Mariana handed out an agenda during her meeting with Scott, Chris, and other managers in Brand Strategy. “With Caprina’s ad, we’re going to be reaching out to a bigger demographic: young, Black females and maybe some older ones. We need to highlight the accessories she’ll wear, the purses she’ll carry.

“The biggest challenge of using Ms. Waters in the campaign is her age. She’s almost forty, and for many people, that’s too old to be wearing something young and hip. We don’t want her to appear like she’s trying too hard or Guess is. That’s why we have to be very careful how we approach the demographics. Her campaign with Guess couldn’t have come at a better time with her TV show.” Mariana walked to the front of the conference room. She had been working on her presentation all week and had to make it perfect. Scott had surprised her by sitting in on the meeting and Mariana made sure not to make any eye contact with him.

“Very well, Mariana,” Chris was proud, “I thank you for your research.” He turned to Scott. “Did you have any questions?”

“Actually, I do,” Scott put down his pen, “how do you plan on building an emotional connection with the target audience?”

The question caught Mariana by surprise. She thought quickly. “We plan to show that even though not everyone may be able to or want to wear Guess clothing, they would want to wear and carry some of the accessories, especially in this economy. You can look fabulous and glamorous on a budget. Guess has been around for years, and after a slight downfall, they’re back on the upswing. Everyone wants to wear the brand again.”

“Why would anyone want to wear Guess instead of Bebe or BCBG or better yet, something from Target or Wal-Mart?” Scott asked.

“Bebe and BCBG isn’t something everyone can afford. A lot of women get their clothing from Target and/or Wal-Mart, but who wants to wear the same clothes as their friends? Guess will be a little pricier, but it won’t break the bank. We’re not trying to get people to completely redo their wardrobe with all Guess, but if they start with the accessories and work their way into tops, maybe the jeans and so on, they’ll have a closet full of Guess.” Mariana stated.

“Who are your primary, secondary, and tertiary customers?”Scott asked.

“Young women, soccer moms, and older women.”

“How old are we talking?”

“Forties to fifties.” Mariana replied.

“You honestly think a fifty-year-old woman is going to be wearing Guess?” Scott questioned.

“You honestly think she wouldn’t?” she replied back.

“No, I wouldn’t,” Scott said flatly.

“Where do you think she’ll shop, Mr. Reed?”

“Are you challenging me, Ms. Harlow?” Scott questioned.

Mariana felt her nostrils flare up. Did her boyfriend just bust her balls in front of everyone? No, her
boss
did. She had to tread carefully. “No, I’m not challenging you, Mr. Reed. I’m trying to understand your point of view.”

“I just told you what it was—or should I repeat since it wasn’t clear the first time?” Scott asked.

Scott was working Mariana’s good nerve.
Oh, I don’t believe this shit.
“A woman in her forties to fifties would probably wear something from Macy’s or Ann Taylor. However, if she has a teenage daughter or a daughter in her twenties, she would go shopping for her at somewhere young and hip like Guess. While she’s in the store, she might see something for herself and purchase it, like a pair of earrings, sunglasses, or a purse. That is the purpose of the campaign featuring Ms. Waters. We need to show that no matter what age you are, and Ms. Waters is approaching forty herself, you can still rock the Guess brand.”
That should shut you up, Mr. Reed.

“Do you have a budget for this strategy?”

“I’m currently working on it and should have that figure back to you by the end of next week.”

“I want it by the end of business on Tuesday,” Scott corrected.

Mariana swallowed. It was currently Thursday and that would only give Mariana a couple of days to figure out the budget. “You’ll have the figures on Tuesday.”

“Very well,” Scott stood up, “Chris, you and your team did excellent work. As you were.” He then left the meeting.

Chris approached Mariana. “Look at you! That wasn’t so bad, huh?”

Mariana took a sip of her bottled water. Scott wasn’t playing when he said he wasn’t going to give her any preferential treatment. “I survived it.”

E
IGHTEEN

Eric had a longstanding tradition for preparing for big games. He would never shave and would bathe only once a day. He had to have his Honey Nut Cheerios twice a day. His iPod always had hip-hop on it and was played twenty-four/seven.

It was something Sarah was still getting acquainted with.

She knew athletes had weird superstitions, and she had come to accept that. But with March Madness looming and every major NBA scout watching the games, the pressure on Eric to perform was at an all-time high. She had to sideline herself and not be a distraction to him. The timing could not have been more perfect.

She needed all the time she could get for plotting to get Scott.

Sarah did feel a little guilty. Eric was a good man, and there was no doubt he would be in the big leagues come that summer. He was great in bed and brought her to orgasm every time. But Eric, no matter how nice he was, wasn’t Scott. He could
never
be Scott.

With Eric forcing celibacy on her in preparation for his games, Sarah masturbated every day. She had been taught at a young age that masturbation was sexual sin. Oral sex was a sexual sin. Anal sex was a sexual sin. Even lusting after another man was a sexual sin.

Sarah was tired of being a good girl. Good girls were boring. She was a bad girl. She was a
very
bad girl. She needed to be punished.

As she masturbated, Sarah thought about Scott. She slid the large vibrator slowly inside her cunt and imagined it was his cock moving inside her. She wanted him to take her from behind and pull her hair. She wanted him to twist her body into inexplicable sexual positions. She wanted to call him
Master
and have Him collar her. She wanted Him to own her body. She even thought of the perfect scenario for them.

Sarah entered a large foyer wearing a skimpy black dress with matching heels. The heels were Louboutins, of course. Nothing less. Scott was waiting for her at the balcony ahead, staring out into the night sky. Sarah walked towards him and stood a few feet behind him.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Sarah,” Scott spoke aloud before he turned to face his odalisque. He approached Sarah and forcibly grabbed her waist. He pulled her close to him and ran his fingers through her hair.

Sarah tilted her head back as Scott caressed her neck with his fingers. His lips soon found her neck and he trailed his tongue on the curvature of it. “Did you like it, hmm? Did you like watching me fuck Mari? Did you like seeing my cock pumping in and out of your best friend’s pussy?”

Sarah felt her legs tremble and her panties becoming moist. “Master…”

“That’s right,” Scott trailed a free hand down to Sarah’s cunt and caressed it. “I am your Master.”

Sarah wrapped her arms around Scott’s neck as He stroked her clit. He made her float on air. “Master…”

“Tell me to fuck your mouth without saying please.”

“Master, would you like to fuck my mouth with your cock?”

“Good girl.” Scott stopped caressing Sarah’s clit put His hands on her shoulders, forcing her down to His waist. He unzipped His pants and pulled out His cock. It was hardening. “Suck me. Nice and slow.”

“Yes, Master,” Sarah put Scott’s cock in her mouth and rolled her tongue around it. It was delicious, so soft, yet so hard. She licked the underside and gently cupped His balls. It was the moment she had dreamed about from the second she laid eyes on Scott.

“Suck me faster,” He ordered.

Sarah moved her mouth faster on His cock. She wanted Him to fuck her hot, willing mouth. She used her hands and did a corkscrew motion on His cock as she sucked the mushroom tip. Within minutes, Scott exploded in her mouth. He was salty and sweet, and she swallowed every drop.

She looked up at her Master. “Anything else, Master?”

“Yes,” Scott pulled Sarah up and looked into her eyes. “Answer your phone. Eric is calling.”

Sarah sat up in bed, sweaty and out of breath. She must’ve passed out after she climaxed. She grabbed her phone and answered it. “Yeah?”

“Hey, baby! I’ve been trying to get a hold of you! Are you okay?” Eric asked. “You sound out of breath.”

“I was in the shower and I heard the phone ring,” Sarah rubbed her face. She found herself pissed off at Eric for interrupting her wet dream. “What’s going on, baby?”

“I just wanted to see if you were free to go to the movies tonight. It’s my day off and I wanted to spend it with my favorite girl, that’s all.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. That’s fine,” Sarah calmed her nerves, “that’s fine. I’ll be ready in an hour.”

“Great! See you soon, boo!” Eric hung up.

Sarah collapsed back on the bed. Maybe she would be able to get in another session before Eric came home.

N
INETEEN

Mariana loved being outdoors. She always fancied herself as a city girl, but she loved escaping outside and enjoying the fresh air and breeze blowing through her hair.  She could get plenty of sun and be one with nature.

It was good she went to relax. She needed all the relaxation she could get after that meeting with Scott.

She had impressed him with her research and knowledge, but she really didn’t care. It seemed Scott was intentionally being hard on her. Mariana was used to seeing him being an asshole towards others, but she honestly didn’t think he would subject her to the same treatment.
Let it be clear that no one is getting preferential treatment no matter what our relationship is outside of work.

She began to wish he gave her
some
preferential treatment.

She had a lot to prove. She was Scott’s girlfriend. No, she was
Ice’s
girlfriend. Everyone wanted to know how he would treat her in meetings. Everyone wanted to know if he would be the same with her. Everyone wanted to know if she would truly get hired because of her qualifications and not because how well she sucked Scott’s dick.

Mariana felt the world on her shoulders. It was a heavy load.

Scott was her Dom, her boss, and her boyfriend. All three personalities were similar. All three were different. The Dom bought the sexual beast out within her. The boyfriend showered her with love and surprise ‘just because’ roses. But her boss was riding her ass like she was a horse. She wanted to work at McCormick and Sheppard, but she wasn’t sure if being under Scott’s glaring eyes was what she wanted. 

“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.”

Mariana felt her shoulders drop and she relaxed. Scott would never humiliate her. He would only want to bring the best out in her, and if it meant being harder on her than he would anyone else, so be it.

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.

Mariana felt better. She trusted him. She had to. There was no other option.

T
WENTY

Scott went back to his office with a big smile on his face. He had known about the meeting ahead of time and purposely didn’t tell Mariana he was joining so she wouldn’t have to put on a show. He listened intently on what she said and was proud she had done her research thoroughly and answered his questions without breaking a sweat.

He had taken a chance on hiring Mariana for the internship and it had paid off. The pressure was on him to make sure she did well at the company, but Scott didn’t realize what pressure she might have been facing being his girlfriend. There was a little jealousy among the female interns, but Mariana was able to handle her own. He also knew there was some jealousy and resentment from his employees, but they all were smart enough not to express it.  No one wanted the wrath of Ice.

It was time to reward her once again.

He signed onto her banking account and began to make a transfer when he received a surprise phone call. “Now, I know your playboy ass ain’t trying to call me.” Scott laughed over the phone.