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  Scott & Mariana III, Vol. II

  By Vera Roberts

  For MES

  © 2012 Vera Roberts, All Rights Reserved

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Author’s Note:

  When I started writing the S&M series, I wanted to write about the BDSM scene from my own experiences. There are many BDSM stories out, but I wanted to create one that was different from the others. One that would make people wonder and talk. One that would spice up one’s sex life. And I can say with all honesty, I have created that with the S&M (Scott & Mariana) series.

  But I also wanted to show some dark and controversial sides to the BDSM scene. With that, there will be some scenes in the story that involve race play and asphyxiophilia. Originally, I had a scene with a rape fantasy, but after reading it, I decided not to include it. Even I have my limits.

  Back to the scenes in question: I have included them to show a wider spectrum of the BDSM scene and what sometimes goes on behind some closed doors. I have spoken to several submissives regarding their participation in those scenes and I was quite fascinated by their candor and intellect. I am not advocating the questionable scenes at all.

  I’m not including the scenes as a controversial selling point or to get people talking; the books are doing that on their own without my help. As I bring you the wonderful and beautiful side of BDSM, it is also my responsibility to show you the not-so-wonderful side of it.

  As race relations have always been a major factor in this series, there will be one question in your head (besides “What the hell did I just read, Vera?”) as you read the controversial scenes: How far would you go to please your lover?

  And there you have it,

  -V.

  PROLOGUE

  Dimitri Papadakis was watching the news events unfold. It was a media circus, agencies from all over the world providing coverage of Caprina Waters’ trial. The story made for sensational news: a former supermodel on trial for a heinous crime.

  Every news agency had tried to get an interview with Dimitri, but he had turned them all down. It was bad enough he was connected with Caprina, and his name was blasted in every headline in one form or another. Dimitri read every article and studied them all. He watched all the news specials and recorded them. He should have been happy. He should’ve had a smile on his face, a cross between smug and satisfied. He had neither.

  Nothing, no amount of money, fame, or infamy was going ever to bring her back. His true love.

  He sat in the barber’s chair getting ready for the day. Three women were working on his hands and feet, and a man was shaving his face. Soon he would get a trim from the barber and be fitted for his tailored suits. Despite the drama around him, it was business as usual for Dimitri.

  After his treatments, Dimitri went out to his rose garden, filled with roses from all over the world. The garden was an acre long; rose bushes of different colors and names were everywhere. He plucked a single purple rose in his garden; it smelled the sweetest and had the most beautiful color. He admired all of them but paid attention only to the purple roses. They were her favorite flower and her favorite color. He named this rose after her. The Akira Papadakis.

  Akira. His moon and stars, his universe. Everything he did…everything they did…was just for her. Dimitri only hoped she appreciated the view from where she was.

  Akira wasn’t just a queen in the modeling world. She was his queen. He had seen her on a magazine cover and determined she was going to be his, no matter what it cost or how long it took. He romanced her by flying her all over the world, having breakfast in Brussels, lunch in Italy, and dinner in Paris. Akira owned jewelry in every color of the rainbow, and her closet boasted Versace, Prada, and Chanel, among many others.

  They had married in a lavish ceremony. Their guest list included celebrities, royalty, and members of the media. A year later, Akira and Dimitri produced their only child, a daughter. Several years later, Akira had become too ambitious to just play housewife. She passionately convinced Dimitri to let her go back to the States so she could help other models. She took their daughter with her, for she was an aspiring model as well.

  And so it began: a long-distance marriage that lasted for years. Dimitri came by once a month, stayed for two weeks, and then headed back to his native Greece. Every night, he would take his young daughter out on the balcony of their mansion and stare up at the stars. Remember, my princess, the stars are aligned with us. Everything we want will happen in due time. Each trip became increasingly more difficult, until Dimitri demanded his wife and daughter move back with him. They were set to leave on a Thursday.

  And then it all happened on a Wednesday.

  He never asked what happened to Akira that fateful day, but there were whispers that Caprina was somehow behind Akira’s sudden fall down the flight of stairs. She landed head first on the marble floor. Dimitri knew when he saw his wife, bloodied and bruised, it was too late, despite the paramedics’ heroic efforts to revive her.

  Her funeral was a spectacle, with royalty and celebrities flying in to Greece to pay their respects to the former supermodel-cum-royalty who had changed the world. Their only daughter was quiet and didn’t shed a tear. Dimitri encouraged her to be emotional, but she wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

  He should’ve been surprised the night of Akira’s funeral when a naked Caprina crawled into his bed and pulled the sheets from his body. She wrapped her mouth around his cock and sucked hard on it. It’s okay, Caro, I can be your wife now, she promised him over and over and she rode his cock.

  Down the hall, Dimitri’s daughter heard Caprina’s moans throughout the night. She vowed revenge.

  Dimitri kept Caprina close to make sure he was aware of what she was doing at all times. His daughter hated him for it, but he promised her it was part of a master plan. Sometimes, my princess, things take time to plan out before the reward comes. It’ll be worth it. I promise.

  He knew Caprina was going to leave him for someone else, someone younger. Even though he promised her that she would be his wife, Dimitri knew that would never happen, not because of his daughter’s objections, but because he could not fathom being with someone so cruel and heartless for the rest of his life. His Akira had been full of charm and grace. Akira had been everything Caprina wasn’t.

  Dimitri was on his way to the airport when he got a phone call. He listened intently to the information and put the phone back on the retriever. He arrived at his private 747 jet, and it was business as usual.

  The stars are aligning now.

  SIX MONTHS EARLIER…

  MARIANA

  She replayed everything back in her head. She was on a date with B. Yes, B. was definitely her date that evening. She kept sipping alcoholic drinks and flirting with him all night. They kissed. It was slow, sensual, and passionate. His lips were so soft and made for hers.

  B. was everything Scott wasn’t. He was her age and he was a lot of fun. He wasn’t condescending. He wasn’t smug. She could take him home to her family and know they would fall in love with him.

  As Mariana Harlow faced herself in the mirror, memories of what happened just moments before flooded her brain.

  “I miss you, baby. I miss you so much. But we can’t see each other until I figure things out. But I wanted to make sure you knew how much you meant to me and I’m going
to get you back.” He moved faster inside her, banging Mariana against the door. “Nod if you want us back, baby.”

  Mariana violently nodded as she bit harder to muffle her moans. Her body melted into His as He held onto her body tightly. She was about to cum, and her pussy clenched tighter around Scott’s cock as she tried to prolong the feeling. She wanted to make love to him forever.

  “Say my name,” Scott moaned.

  “Scott…” Mariana softly moaned.

  “No, the other one,” He instructed.

  “Sir…”

  Mariana blinked the memory out of her head. She was going to enjoy her date with B. She’d deal with her feelings about Scott later.

  A YEAR EARLIER…

  CAPRINA

  1. Become besties with the enemy.

  2. Find out everything about the little girlfriend.

  3. Interrupt their relationship.

  4. Get Scott.

  5. Enjoy worldwide success.

  Caprina Waters crafted the list and read it carefully to make sure she didn’t miss anything. Everything looked perfect because it was. The goal was too easy and the participants were laughably naïve. No one could ever guess they were all pieces in her chess game. Nothing was going to stop her from getting back what was rightfully hers. Nothing and no one.

  Scott Reed. The name still created shivers in Caprina and made her cross her legs. It had been a long seven years since she stood him up at the altar. At the time, it was the best decision she could have made for them both. Scott was twenty-seven; Caprina was five years his senior. She didn’t see a future with Scotty, as she called him. He was too submissive; he did everything she wanted. He was a fabric string short of a doormat.

  It was the monster she created. It was the soul she killed.

  She dated millionaires and billionaires; men who were able to give her what she wanted and more. Fur coats, fancy cars, exotic vacations lasting weeks at a time. And the jewelry? Her private collection rivaled Elizabeth Taylor’s. She was sought after because she was often difficult to get. She was even more difficult to keep. But it didn’t stop the countless suitors waiting for her.

  Caprina was naturally dominant and every lover catered to Her every whim. But it wasn’t the same; oh, no. They weren’t like him. No one was ever like him. Scott Reed. She was still amazed how he had her twisted after all of these years.

  Occasionally, Caprina’s thoughts slipped to what Scott did, what he was like, if he’d recovered. She often thought about picking up the phone and dialing him or even sending him an e-mail explaining her actions. She chickened out each time. It was best to leave the past in the past.

  Or so she thought. The fire for him never died, as Caprina found out. It grew stronger with each passing day. Dominic was a gift from God to her. She knew Scott’s daily schedule and his favorite places. She knew Jeff, Christine, Andrew, and Deborah, the people closest to him.

  But Sarah was her greatest gift. The coincidence—no, it wasn’t a coincidence. It was God’s work that Sarah was presented to her with such perfect timing. Caprina was secretly plotting retirement, and it would’ve been nice to settle down with someone and pop out a baby. No more than one, however; she still needed to maintain her figure.

  Maybe Scott could spring for a surrogate instead. That being said, Caprina decided to amend her list to include a top priority concern:

  1. Fuck with his head.

  Now her list was complete.

  SARAH

  Sarah Roberts got so used to playing proud girlfriend it was second nature to her.

  She sat with Eric at his family’s house for Thanksgiving dinner. The next day, they were going to her family’s for another dinner. Both families loved seeing and spending time with them. They were the Will and Jada of Highland Hills. The model and the baller. Eventually, Eric would spring for a nice, Mariah Carey-sized bling to fit on Sarah’s finger, and that would be it.

  Everything was perfect. Well, not quite.

  Since her friendship with Mariana had gone down the drain, there was little to no contact with her former best friend. Truth to be told, Sarah did miss Mariana terribly. The two had shared and done everything together. One of Sarah’s favorite memories was sitting down with Mariana and watching soft-core porn while critiquing both the acting and the faux sex while sharing a couple bottles of strawberry daiquiris and popcorn.

  “The Poontang Party!” Mariana raised an eyebrow as she landed on the naughty channel.

  “Oh, this should be interesting,” Sarah blinked.

  “Hey, Papaya Princess, what kind of dessert you got there?”

  The actress lifts up her skirt to reveal a clean-shaven snatch. “I only have this poontang pie.”

  The actor drops down to his knees and spreads the woman’s legs apart. “Mmm…my favorite.”

  “Quality entertainment,” Sarah rolled her eyes.

  “Oscar-winning performance,” Mariana gulped down her daiquiri.

  Mariana and Sarah looked at each other. “Bitch is faking it.” They said in unison and laughed.

  A soft smile crept on Sarah’s face thinking about it.

  But her thoughts turned to Scott and the way he dominated Mariana both in and out of the bedroom. He was rich, powerful, calculating, sexy, and brash. He was everything Sarah knew she wanted. Though her action cost her a friendship, Sarah didn’t regret spying on the pair as they made love. Scott’s cock was thick and perfect and Sarah imagined riding him many times over. She really wanted to suck it and have Scott force his cock in her willing mouth. Sarah’s mouth was starting to water just thinking about it.

  But the fantasies didn’t stop there. She wanted Scott to put a leash on her and parade her around. She wanted Scott to tie her up and spank her ass until she was raw. No, she didn’t want Him to spank her; she wanted Him to cane her. She wanted to wear a chastity belt and call him Master. She had been a very bad girl and needed punishment.

  “Earth to Sarah? Earth to Sarah? Hello, Sarah?” Eric Whitmore snapped his fingers in front of his girlfriend.

  Sarah shook her head of the memories and turned towards her boyfriend. “Hey, baby, what’s up?”

  “I should be asking you that. My aunt was asking when we were going to get married, and I told her it depended on you, and I kept nudging you.”

  “I rather wait until you’re in the league.” Sarah knew she had more to gain by being a NBA wife than a would-be NBA wife.

  “So you can get a bigger ring?” Eric surmised.

  “So…” Sarah interrupted. “You will already have a stable career.”

  Eric kissed Sarah’s cheek. “See, auntie? I told you I got me a smart one!”

  “A bigger ring wouldn’t hurt, either, you know?” Sarah grinned.

  “Yeah, maybe she’s too smart,” Eric chided.

  “So, the next question is,” Eric’s aunt, Mabel, asked. “When is this wedding?”

  “I guess within the next year or so?” Eric turned to Sarah. “What do you think, boo?”

  Sarah thought about her plot to get Scott. She didn’t want him forever, per se, but she did want a taste. And with the help from Caprina, it was going to be sooner than later. A year was more than plenty of time to get Scott in her bed. “I say that sounds about right.”

  SANORA

  It was like watching a real-life chess game with multiple players. They all played different roles, and they all thought they were more powerful than what they really were. Well, one of them was quite powerful; the king, obviously. And another player didn’t know her strength but she too, was also quite powerful.

  But the other remaining players, well, they were quite interesting.

  The Great Disaster thought she was the queen. She was the queen of something, all right. Queen of Bullshit and Believing Her Own Hype. She was the rook. She spent much time, energy, and money trying to go after the king, coming pretty close at one particular moment. But she would soon fall.

  The Jesus freak also thought she was the que
en. Queen of Greed. She was about to lose her good basketball star if she didn’t watch herself. She was a pawn. She was lucky the unfortunate incident occurred when it did, or her life would’ve been much more miserable than she thought it was. She should’ve thanked her lucky stars she wasn’t a victim.

  And there was the unsuspecting final piece, Mariana. She was stronger than she thought she was and capable of much more than she expected. If tested, she was quite dangerous. She was the real Queen.

  Sanora lay out in the sun at her villa as Jay gave her foot worship and thought about the upcoming drama. She’d intervene when the time was right, but for now She was going to relax and wait for the phone call. All it ever took was one phone call for everything to go into motion.

  After a short while, the call came. And all Sanora did was smile.

  The wicked plot against the righteous and gnash their teeth at them; but the Lord laughs at the wicked, for he knows their day is coming. —Psalm 37-12:13

  BOOK I—MARIANA

  “I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman, I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.”— Anaïs Nin

  ONE

  The Thanksgiving air was warm in Highland Hills, a nice 80 degrees. The children were outside playing while the men were inside watching football. The ladies were gossiping or talking about the latest in pop culture.

  Mariana Harlow wondered what acting school her family went to, because they all were giving Oscar-worthy performances.