S&M III, Vol. II Page 6

  “Oh, my God! We’re going to be working with Guess!” Tawny clamored. “I love that brand!”

  “This will be a perfect fit for me!” Jennifer clasped her hands together. “I can’t wait! I hope to score some goodies from them.”

  “As usual, Ice will assign those he’ll think will be a good fit for the new campaign, which will begin early next year. As always, thank you to everyone and especially our interns, who’ll be graduating next June. Nate, Alex, and Robert have already accepted positions starting next July at the start of the new fiscal year. We have one final position available and it’s down to the girls. I wonder who’s going to get that one!” Rich prodded.

  “The one that’s fucking Scott,” Jennifer muttered to amusing chuckles around her.

  “I’m sorry, Jennifer, what was that?” Scott stepped forward.

  Jennifer froze in her chair and gulped hard. “Nothing,” she shook her head. “Nothing at all.”

  “That’s funny because it sounded like you made yet another disparaging comment about my relationship with Ms. Harlow,” Scott’s eyes bore holes through Jennifer.

  “I didn’t say anything,” Jennifer shook her head.

  “So you’re calling me a liar?” Scott asked.

  “No, I’m not calling you a liar, Scott…”

  “Mr. Reed,” Scott corrected, “you don’t know me that well.”

  “Mr. Reed,” Jennifer felt flustered and she swallowed her pride hard. “I didn’t make any comments.”

  “All right,” Scott grinned, “we’re going to play a game. It’s called If The Intern Doesn’t Own Up to What She Just Said, Five Employees Are Going to Be Fired Right Now and Have A Really Bad Christmas.” The conference room was aflutter with nervous whispers and anxiety.

  Scott walked in front of Jennifer. “Now, you get to choose who is going to lose their jobs, cars, and homes because you thought I was stupid. Start!”

  “Okay, I said Mariana was going to be chosen because you two are together!”Jennifer blurted. “There! I’m sorry!”

  Scott smiled. “Thank you.” He walked back to the front of the conference room. “Let it be clear that no one is getting preferential treatment no matter what our relationship is outside of work. Now that’s settled, when you return to your desks, your Christmas bonus will be waiting for you on your chairs. It’s the holiday season, so go home early and enjoy yourselves. You’re dismissed.”

  The employees hurried out of the conference room, leaving Scott alone with the co-chairs. He addressed them before they had a chance to. “Don’t think for a moment I wouldn’t have done that to Mariana.”

  “You proved your point,” Michael replied.

  Scott began to walk out of the conference room. He turned around and addressed the co-chairs one last time. “Maybe,” he walked out of the room.

  Rich and Michael looked at each other. “I thought being in love would make him a lesser asshole,” Michael commented.

  “It wasn’t us he was proving his point to,” Rich shook his head. “He was proving a point to Mariana. I hope she took notes.”

  TWELVE

  “So,” Scott approached Sarah, “are you still a bad girl?”

  She was hog-tied, face up with a newly-placed blindfold and bare-assed naked. She didn’t know how long she had been hog-tied but estimated it was close to ten minutes already. Her legs were tired, and she had started to lose feeling in her arms. To most people, it would be incredibly painful and unbearable.

  But for Sarah, it was a turn-on. Scott had a way of punishing Sarah without telling her specifically for what. What made it more exciting was that each punishment was always different from the last. Sometimes He would make her stay still on her hands and knees for an hour. Sometimes she had to walk around their home wearing nothing but four-inch stilettos and clothespins on her nipples. But the punishment was always enticing. It was always a bit painful. It was always unusual. It was always delicious.

  “I’ve been a very bad girl, Master,” she whispered.

  “Good to hear,” Scott took a feather and caressed Sarah’s legs with it. “You only belong to Me, My pet. No one else.”

  Sarah steadied her breath as Scott caressed her body. “Yes, Master.”

  He pulled the rope and her legs collapsed. Sarah didn’t dare to move. She had to wait what punishment her Master had next. She felt her legs spread apart and the bed shift slightly. Scott joined her on the bed. He nestled between her legs and slid inside her.

  She was tight like a fist wrapped around His aching cock and Scott thought for a moment He was about to lose it. He pinned her arms above her head. She saw the intensity in His green eyes, the passion and dominance He only had for her. “I want you to take this fucking like the slut you are,” He grunted, “I want you to scream for Me. Scream, my little slut. Scream, my little slut…”

  “Sarah, do you want cream or what?” Eric repeatedly asked her.

  Sarah shook her head from the daydream. “What?”

  “Do you want cream or what else we have here?” Eric looked through the refrigerator. “A-ha, some milk.”

  “Um, cream is fine, baby.” She nodded.

  Eric pulled out the cream and poured a little into Sarah’s coffee. “Breakfast is almost ready, my baby! I’m gonna fix my girl up with some hot food!” He made his way back into the kitchen.

  Sarah rested her head on her palm. The thoughts of Scott were becoming too unbearable. She needed to see him soon. She decided after breakfast, she was going to place a call to Caprina.

  THIRTEEN

  “I’m telling you the only reason why she’s still here is because of Scott!” Jennifer complained to the other interns about Mariana.

  “And I’m telling you the only reason why you’re still here is because of Scott!” Tawny pointed out.

  The interns were gathering up their items to go celebrate the guys’ new jobs and talk about Christmas break when the conversation turned to Mariana and her relationship with Scott. “She’s protected by him!” Jennifer complained.

  “I wouldn’t necessarily say that,” Nate pointed out. “Scott has made it clear to Mariana and everyone else she’s not getting any preferential treatment.”

  “Sure he says that, but we all know she is!” Jennifer replied. “If she wasn’t sleeping with him, she would’ve been a goner already.”

  “Yeah, you’re not jealous,” Robert smiled.

  “Jealous? Jealous? Of what?” Jennifer bristled. “Of her? Of that?”

  “Jenny, you’ve admitted you wanted to fuck Scott the moment you saw him, and since he shot you down, you started banging Rich,” Tawny mentioned to laughter from the guys.

  “You’re banging Mike, too!”

  “I’m banging him, yes, but I’m not trying to work here. I’m here for the experience. I know banging Mike will get me a position anywhere else.” Tawny shrugged.

  “It doesn’t bother you at all that Scott would rather sleep with Mariana than us?” Jennifer asked. “I mean…us.”

  “Okay, I’m just going to put it out there,” Robert interjected, “please stop before you go any further.”

  “What? I haven’t said anything wrong, I was just saying…”

  “I know what you were just saying, and I’m telling you very politely to please shut it up before you go any further,” Robert warned. “I’m not repeating it.”

  Jennifer smirked. “Of course, you would defend her.”

  “You know what?” Robert threw his hands in the air. “I’m done. I’m out of this. Y’all go on ahead. I’m not about to have a cocktail with Ms. If Ain’t White, It Ain’t Right over there.” He slowly backed up and walked away.

  Alex and Nate looked at Jennifer and shook their heads. “Robert, hold up! We’re gonna join you.” Alex said.

  Jennifer shot a stare at Tawny. “Aren’t you going to join them?” she asked.

  “I’m going home,” Tawny pulled out her car keys, “because I’m staying out of this shit.” She walked away
.

  Jennifer shook her head. “Of course, it’s always my fault.”

  ****

  Mariana waited for Scott to finish his meeting with the co-chairs. She knew her role. She would wait for him to approach her. It was standard in their personal relationship, and it wasn’t any different when they were at work.

  Ever since she began doing her tasks, Mariana felt more confident about herself. She began to take the initiative in projects at her internship, calling vendors and models, and helping outline contracts and budgets. She would go on photo and video shoots to make sure everything was going just right and made suggestions that sometimes turned out to be beneficial to McCormick and Sheppard.

  There were rumors she was going to be chosen as the last hire of the interns. It made Mariana proud she might be chosen because her merit and not because of any relationship she had with Scott. She was a self-made woman, not anyone’s plaything.

  Although she didn’t want to admit it, Mariana owed a part of her success to Scott.

  She probably would’ve still been hired by McCormick and Sheppard, regardless of his connection there. But Mariana knew there would be so many other things that would not have occurred. She wouldn’t have the overwhelming confidence. She wouldn’t have another sense of belonging, of purpose.

  She definitely would not have the man she wanted to father her children.

  She thought about how she needed to take the initiative more when they were together. She read about other submissives being direct with their Dom/mes, and Mariana wanted to be like them. She wanted to set some ground rules with Scott. She wanted to tell him what she wanted and how she wanted it. But where do I start?

  She then remembered their conversation when she first moved in. Scott was very sexually experienced; there was no question about that. But Mariana wanted to show him she could go toe-to-toe with him in other areas besides BDSM play. She was going to take up his offer on exhibitionism.

  “You look deep in thought,” Scott interrupted her.

  Mariana was startled as she looked up. She had a big smile on her face. “I was just thinking. I was thinking about the future.”

  “Oh, really?” Scott perched himself on Mariana’s desk. “Do tell.”

  “Um…” Mariana felt flushed. “Maybe privately?”

  “Sure,” he smiled, “are you hungry? Let’s go out to dinner.”

  “Okay,” Mariana grabbed her purse, “say, I’m going to need some money for Christmas.”

  They began walking to the parking garage. “How much do you think you’ll need?” Scott asked.

  “A lot,” Mariana stated. She caught Scott’s disapproving glance. “Okay, a few hundred.”

  “What are you buying?”

  “Gift cards for my family, something nice for you, and of course, something for me. Tis’ the season to be giving, you know?”

  “Don’t worry about me, baby,” Scott opened the passenger door for her. “I’ll give you money for you and your family.”

  “Come on, Scott! I’m sure you want something nice for Christmas!” Mariana said.

  Scott grabbed Mariana’s hand and kissed it. “I have everything I want right here.”

  Mariana’s heart melted. “After dinner, let’s stop by the Christmas lot and pick out a tree!”

  “A tree?” Scott asked.

  “Yes, a Christmas tree. You know, it’s pretty big, pine, and green.” She gesticulated. “You can put decorations and fake snow on them if you want?”

  Scott shook his head. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a Christmas tree.”

  “How long?” Mariana asked.

  Scott thought hard. He honestly couldn’t remember when the last time he had a Christmas tree. “Childhood?”

  “Oh, you’re definitely getting a tree! That’s it. No argument.” Mariana put her foot down.

  Scott grabbed Mariana’s face and pulled her in for a kiss. “What did I do deserve you?”

  “I think I should be asking myself that question.”

  “Oh,” Scott started up his car, “what was it that you wanted to talk to me privately about?”

  Mariana shyly smiled and rubbed his thigh. “I decided I want to do a little voyeurism and exhibitionism experiments.”

  Scott’s interest was pique. He sensually smiled at his girlfriend. “Oh, really?”

  “Yeah,” Mariana nodded. She was ready.

  “Just to be clear on this, you can decide when you want to do this, and you can always back out,” he said.

  “I know,” Mariana sexily smiled, “but we only live once, and I say why not?”

  “I’ll let you when the next play party is. I’ll take you there,” he replied.

  “Great! This is going to be so much fun!” Mariana smiled.

  Scott warmly smiled at his girlfriend. “Ooh, my baby got a little freak in her?”

  “It’s because you brought it out in me.”

  FOURTEEN

  “Okay, your flight leaves Christmas night around one PM from LAX. I arranged a driver to come meet you at your home, and you have a rented luxury car when you arrive in Atlanta,” Elissa handed Scott his itinerary. “Was there anything else you needed?”

  “A body double,” Scott grimaced. He was not looking forward to the trip back home.

  “That bad? Still?” Elissa asked.

  “They say time heals all wounds, but what is the healing method for time?” Scott wondered aloud. “Seven years was a long time ago, but they make it seem like it just happened yesterday, all the time.”

  “Well, to be fair, Scott, your mom and sister were harassed a lot while you were in Europe. They had a lot to deal with, and no one could get a hold of you.” Elissa mentioned. “Your dad and your uncle had to call in other agencies to come help them with the traffic and media.”

  “And I’ve apologized to them several times over,” Scott spun his chair around to look outside, “it seems they don’t want to forgive me.”

  “It’s not your fault the Great Disaster did what she did,” Elissa comforted her boss, “it’s not your fault at all.”

  “Yeah, but Mari’s gonna suffer,” he shook his head.

  “She might or she might not. Look at it this way: you’re not dating a weak woman. Mari can hold her own.” Elissa nodded and Scott agreed. “That girl got some fight in her.”

  “I hope that fight comes out while we’re in Decatur,” Scott sighed, “because she’ll need it.”

  ****

  “A-ha!” Mariana hurried to a parking space and parked her car. A half-hour circle around the parking lot proved to be worthwhile for a cushy parking space in front of the mall. “I’m all set and ready to shop!”

  She made a list of everything she needed to get. Gift cards for her family, a nice tie for Scott, and something really nice for her. Scott told her not to worry about giving him a gift but Mariana insisted. He had the best of everything and she had to buy him something. She only asked for a few hundred dollars and Scott ended up giving her a couple of thousand to work with. “I know your spending habits,” he smiled as he handed over the money to her, “I know you’ll spend all of it.”

  She stopped walking as she remembered one person who wouldn’t get anything. Sarah. She missed her best friend terribly, but those days were long over. She could never trust her again.

  “Okay, where do I start?” Mariana wondered aloud. Her parents and brother were going to get hundred-dollar gift cards. That would leave $1700 for Mariana to work with. She would probably pick up a new purse and a few outfits for herself. That would leave roughly $1400. And then Scott’s designer tie she’ll get for him. That would leave $1000. “Well, look at that. I have a surplus!” She smiled.

  Mariana finished shopping earlier than she expected and was on her way out the door when she passed by the pet store. A golden retriever puppy caught her eye. I wonder where the nearest rescue shelter is… she got out her phone and did a quick search. She was pleasantly surprised by the results.

 
“Mr. Reed, I do believe I just found your Christmas gift.”

  ****

  “Come on in!” Linda greeted Scott and Mariana as they arrived at her home. “Dinner is almost ready and the pecan pie is baking. Oliver! Scott and Mari are here! I’m glad you two were able to make it in before you left for Decatur tomorrow!”

  “I had to stop by and drop in to hand everyone their gifts!” Mariana hugged her mother. “Merry Christmas, Mommy!”

  “Merry Christmas, Mariana!” Linda hugged back. She approached Scott and gave him a big hug. “And Merry Christmas, Scott!”

  “Merry Christmas, Linda,” he hugged back.

  “Jerome is out with his friends, so he’ll be home later,” Linda led the couple to the kitchen, “have a seat and relax!”

  “Actually, Linda, if Oliver is available, I would like to talk to him privately?” Scott asked.

  “Sure!” She pointed to the downstairs den. “Just go right on in.”

  Scott walked downstairs and saw Oliver working on a custom ship. He had his seeing glasses on and looked very concentrated. “The only time I can get a moment’s peace in this house is when I’m working on my ship,” he spoke, “Jerome is usually out with his friends. Linda has her book club meeting. But down here? No one bothers me. And yet my wife feels that if I’m down here in the den, despite me telling her several times over I don’t want to be bothered, she always bothers me. It must be a wife thing.”

  Scott smiled. “I’ll come back, Oliver,” he offered.

  “No, no. You’re here,” Oliver took off his glasses, “I can tell whatever you want to talk to me about, it’s pretty important. You wouldn’t have just come down here.”

  “It is pretty important,” Scott replied.

  Oliver gestured to a nearby sofa. “Have a seat. I’ll make us a drink.” He walked over to the bar and poured two glasses of Hibiki. He walked back to Scott and handed him a glass. “It’s Japanese whiskey.”