S&M III, Vol. II Page 7

  “Japanese, huh?” Scott clinked glasses with Oliver. “Cheers.”

  “Cheers,” Oliver sat a close distance to Scott. “So what brings you down here?”

  “I want to ask for Mariana’s hand in marriage,” Scott was direct, “I want to make her my wife.”

  “Please take her!” Oliver laughed as Scott chuckled. “I love my daughter but she can be a handful.”

  “Oh, I know,” Scott smiled.

  “But in all seriousness, I know you’ll make a great husband to my daughter. She really loves you and I can tell you feel the same towards her. You give her everything a woman could ever want but you give her the one thing she needs,” Oliver paused, “peace.”

  “I don’t deal well with drama,” Scott added.

  “I know,” Oliver took a sip of the cool liquid, “I know your background.” Scott turned to Oliver with a raised eyebrow. “I do background checks on all of my daughter’s boyfriends.”

  It took Scott a moment to digest the information. The older gentleman knew everything there was about him but didn’t relay the information to his girlfriend. Scott wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. “You didn’t tell Mariana.” It wasn’t a question.

  “When it comes to your children, as you’ll find out, you have to let them learn on their own before you can intervene,” Oliver nodded, “whether she already knew or doesn’t care is anyone’s guess. The point is she loves you for who you are now.”

  “My past is my past, Oliver,” Scott reasoned.

  “You don’t need to explain that to me,” Oliver shook his head. “I trust you.”

  “You don’t trust many,” Scott prodded.

  Oliver leaned towards his future son-in-law. “And neither do you.”

  ****

  “What are they talking about?” Mariana anxiously asked her mother.

  Linda stood up and trying to contain her excitement before she could burst. She rushed over to her daughter. “Scott just asked your father for your hand in marriage!”

  Mariana’s jaw hung low and a swell of emotions encompassed her body. So he is going to propose soon! She and Linda started jumping around in the kitchen, hugging and holding each other. “I’m going to get married, Mama!”

  “My baby girl is growing up!” Linda beamed. “My baby girl is growing up.”

  “I need to go dress shopping! I need to look at the wedding sites!” Mariana started biting her fingernails. “I need to do so much!”

  “We need to figure out when you want to get married. We need to book Charlene for the hair,” Linda started making a mental list.

  Downstairs in the den, Scott and Oliver heard the commotion upstairs. “What’s going on?” Scott looked towards the door.

  “I’m assuming Linda was eavesdropping again, and she heard that you were asking for Mariana’s hand in marriage,” Oliver smiled. “You would think after being married to a detective for as long as she has, she would get a little better with eavesdropping.”

  “How could you tell?”

  “Linda is too nosey. She claims she’s not, but she is. She always has to know what someone else is doing. She’s been listening in my conversations for the past thirty years. If I really didn’t want her to know something, we would’ve gone somewhere else to talk. She hasn’t quite figured that part out yet.” Oliver said to Scott’s amusement.

  “Gotcha.”

  “There’s one thing you need to learn about women, Scott, and this is the only lesson you ever need to know,” Oliver took another sip, “no matter what you do, no matter what you say…the woman is always right.”

  “Spoken like an attentive husband,” Scott nodded.

  “No, it hasn’t nothing to do with being an attentive husband,” Oliver chimed in. “It has to do with I need to keep her happy and her mouth shut. Now that keeps me happy.”

  FIFTEEN

  Sarah walked into a large foyer and was greeted by an angry Scott. “Where in the fuck were you? I’ve been calling your cell phone for the past hour and you haven’t picked up!”

  “Scott, I’m so sorry!” Sarah rushed over to Him. “I’m so sorry, I was caught up with…”

  Scott slapped Sarah’s face hard. “You know how to address me.”

  “Master,” she bowed her head, “Master, I’m sorry.”

  “You and your fucking pathetic excuses. You think this is a game? You think this is a fucking game what I do?” He screamed. “Get down on your knees and crawl around on the floor like the pathetic slut you are!”

  Sarah slowly kneeled down and began crawling around the floor on her hands and knees. The floor was concrete and it scraped her knees with every movement. It hurt, but she couldn’t disappoint her Master. “Yes, Master.”

  “Crawl to that kitty bowl,” Scott directed, “and lick the milk from there.”

  Sarah crawled over to the kitty bowl and began to lap up the milk. It was silky and sweet. “That’s enough,” Scott instructed. He walked over to her and kneeled behind her. He lifted up her dress and forcibly spread her legs. “I’m going to fuck you like the bitch you are.” He yanked her hair and tightly clasped His hands around her throat. “You hear me?”

  Sarah could hardly breathe, but it didn’t matter. She wanted to please Him. “Yes, Master.”

  “Good.” Scott shoved her back down and began fucking her. “I’m fucking you for my need and not yours. Remember that—not yours.”

  “Ooh, it’s all yours,” Sarah cooed as she fingered herself. She erupted in an orgasm shortly later and collapsed back on the bed. She really needed to see Caprina, but she was going out of town for a couple weeks. Sarah made it a point to see her the moment she touched back down in L.A.

  They needed to talk.

  SIXTEEN

  Christmas morning came, and Mariana woke up early at seven AM. She went into the bathroom and showered. She quickly said her mantras before she headed to the kitchen. She went into the kitchen and fixed a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, and waffles. She put on a pot of coffee and set out orange juice on the nearby breakfast nook.

  Now she was waiting for Prince Charming to finally wake up and propose to her.

  If Scott asked her father for her hand in marriage, it meant a proposal was just around the corner. It probably meant Scott had already purchased the ring and was going to propose to her that morning. Mariana place a hand on her cheek as she thought of the wedding possibilities. A beach wedding? No, too sandy. A fall wedding? No, temperature change might throw people off, and they wouldn’t know what to wear.

  What about her dress? Something lacy. Something long and royal. Her hair was going to be up in half up-do with ringlets all around. She would have her makeup professionally done. It was going to be perfect. Mariana eyeballed the time. It was only fifteen minutes to eight. What in the hell was taking Scott so damn long to wake up finally? She had a wedding to plan!

  She went outside to the backyard and sat underneath the shaded area. She began to practice her surprised reaction, facial expressions, and hand gestures intact.

  I…I…I…yes, I’ll marry you!

  Oh, my God! Scott! I wasn’t expecting this! Yes, I’ll marry you!

  Baby, I love you so much! Of course, I’ll marry you!

  “What on earth are you doing?” Scott asked from the entry way.

  Mariana jumped at the sound of his voice. “Wh-wh-wh-what…um… long have you been watching me?”

  “Long enough to wonder if your reactions in bed are authentic,” Scott smiled.

  Mariana raised an eyebrow. “They are,” she walked over to Scott and kissed him good morning. “Merry Christmas, honey.”

  “Merry Christmas, baby,” he smiled at her, “I see you made breakfast. It looks great.”

  “Yeah, and I didn’t burn it this time!” She smiled. “Come on, let’s eat and then exchange gifts.”

  Scott glanced back at his girlfriend. She got up before he did, but she hadn’t ventured outside to the front yard. He didn’t wo
nder what her acting job was about, but a proposal wasn’t around the corner. It had to be perfect and when he was ready. The timing now was all wrong. “Sure thing.”

  After breakfast, Mariana led Scott to the Christmas tree. There were various boxes around the tree, and most of them had Scott’s name on them. “I do have another gift for you but we have to pick it up after the holidays.”

  “Oh?” Scott was intrigued. “What is it?”

  “If you really want to know, I’ll tell you,” Mariana warned.

  “Actually, don’t tell me. I want to be surprised.” Scott smiled.

  “Good!” Mariana prepared herself for Scott’s gift. She hoped he didn’t realize what she was doing earlier. “Okay, where’s mine?”

  “Well, I guess it’s time for me to give you your gift,” Scott removed a blindfold from his back pocket. “Slip this on.”

  Mariana was so used to wearing a blindfold around Scott, she wondered how she was able to see straight in regular time. “Yes, Master…”

  “Grab my hand, it’s in front of you. Follow me carefully,” Scott led Mariana to the front yard and moved her in front of Him. “Merry Christmas, baby,” He removed the blindfold from Mariana’s eyes.

  Mariana’s mouth opened so wide, she could’ve sworn she felt her bottom lip scrape the concrete. A dark green Maserati was parked in the driveway. “Oh my God! Is that for me?”

  “No, that car is mine,” Scott corrected her, “yours is on the other side.”

  Mariana rushed to the other side of the driveway and saw a brand-new white Mercedes sedan. It was stunningly beautiful. She ran over to the car and opened it. It had black leather interior and custom floor mats that had Mariana on them. It also had that lovely new car smell.

  “Now, it’s no Bentley,” Scott joked as he approached her, “but I hope it’ll suffice.”

  Mariana turned around and tried to formulate words in her mouth. “I…I…Scott, I…”

  Scott took her in his arms and enveloped her mouth with his. “You’re welcome, baby,” he rubbed her back, “let’s go inside.”

  “You read my mind,” Mariana purred.

  “I did buy you another gift, but I have to wait until you’re ready for it,” Scott casually mentioned.

  “Another gift?” Mariana tried to contain her excitement. She hoped it was her engagement ring. “What gift is this?”

  “It’s a toy to go with your collection,” he winked.

  Mariana masked her disappointment. Not yet. Only when he’s ready. “Well, I’m ready for it now. What is it?”

  “I think you have to see it first,” Scott paused, “yeah, you definitely have to see it first.”

  ****

  “Are you comfortable?” Scott asked.

  Mariana knew there was something about her boyfriend that wasn’t typical of any other man. He was into kink; she respected that. He introduced her to the BDSM lifestyle; she respected that.

  But this contraption he had her in? She didn’t think she could respect it. “Yes, Master.”

  She was naked and bent over on two weightlifting benches with her ass in the air. She was bound down to the benches with rope tied around her wrists and ankles. A machine was placed directly behind her with a dildo strapped to it. It was already inside her. To top it off, Scott had blindfolded Mariana so she couldn’t see His reaction.

  “I’ll be nearby on the couch watching you,” He whispered in her ear. “I just want you to focus on enjoying yourself. There is one catch, however…”

  “Yes, Master?”

  “You have to ask me for permission to cum, understand?” Scott whispered.

  “Yes, Master,” Mariana nodded.

  “Good,” Scott purred. He walked over to the sofa and made Himself comfortable. He turned on the machine with a remote control and watched the dildo move inside Mariana. She softly moaned at the friction, occasionally twisting her body to get used to the sensation.

  “How does it feel?” Scott asked.

  “It…ooh, it feels good, Master,” Mariana moaned.

  “Good,” Scott opened a book and began to read. “Tell me when you want more.”

  Mariana softly moaned as she tried to steady her body. Her walls immediately clenched around the lifelike toy, and Mariana gasped. After a few minutes, she was ready for more. “Master?”

  “Yes?”

  “I want more,” she begged.

  “Good,” Scott turned the remote up a few notches. “How is that?”

  The dildo moved inside Mariana faster and at a more powerful speed. She erroneously thought Scott would only increase the friction by a little. “Good, my Lord,” she panted.

  “Good,” Scott went back to reading His book, “remember, you need my permission to cum.”

  “Yes, my Lord,” Mariana breathed as she gripped the table. She continued to moan softly as the machine pumped inside her. This isn’t too bad¸ Mariana thought, it’ll be a while before I’ll cum.

  It was almost as if Scott read her thoughts. Without putting down His book, Scott turned the setting up on the machine. The movements were harder and faster than before. Mariana’s whimpers turned into moans and screams. Scott smiled as He listened to His girlfriend’s screams.

  “Say My name.” He quietly ordered.

  “Scott!” Mariana moaned.

  “Say it again!” He barked.

  “Scott!” Mariana screamed.

  Scott chuckled, “That’s my girl.” He turned a page in His book.

  “Master…” Mariana panted. “Can I cum? Please? Can I cum?”

  Scott put His book down and studied Mariana’s reaction. Her back was arched and she firmly gripped the workout benches. She couldn’t hold out much longer. It gave Him a strong sense of satisfaction. “Cum, My pet,” He spoke softly.

  Mariana exploded into an earth-shattering orgasm and grabbed the tables so hard, her knuckles turned pink. Scott turned off the machine and got up. He unbound Mariana’s rope and carried her to their bedroom. He laid her down on their bedroom and grabbed a small bottle of lotion. He poured some in his hands and gently massaged her wrists and ankles. “Did you like your Christmas gift?”

  “I did, Master,” she nodded. Mariana had never a man use a machine on her. Scott was turning her out with each passing day.

  “What did you like about it?” He asked.

  “The friction.”

  “What didn’t you like about it?”

  Mariana thought for a minute. “I needed more lubrication.”

  “Good. Rest up.” He joined her on the bed and opened his book. “You’ll need your rest.”

  “Rest?”

  “We don’t have to be at the airport for another few hours.” He smiled. “That was simply foreplay.”

  SEVENTEEN

  “He gave her a goddamn Mercedes!” Caprina shrieked in Dominic’s office.

  Caprina met with Dominic one last time before she ventured off to her holiday plans. She had a quick stop in New York, and then she would take off to Atlanta. She had to time her arrival in Atlanta perfectly. She couldn’t mess it up.

  But Atlanta was a distant reach as she glanced at the pictures of Scott and Mariana in front of their home. Caprina shuddered; their home. Mariana’s new Mercedes had a big purple bow wrapped around it. One picture showed Mariana jumping up and down. Another showed her wrapping her arms around Scott’s neck and planting a series of kisses on his face.

  The final picture was the disturbing one. It showed Scott picking up Mariana and leading her back inside. Caprina didn’t need pictures to figure out what happened after that picture. She felt her stomach twisting in knots and felt a little faint.

  Dominic remained calm as he watched Caprina pace nervously back and forth. In all of his years of detective work, he had never met someone who was so enthralled with another person. Caprina was a burrito short of a breakfast platter. She always said she kept it real by watching Scott, but Dominic begged to differ.

  Caprina kept it stalking. “Y
es, he did,” he calmly spoke.

  “Fine,” Caprina reached into her purse and pulled out more hundreds. She flung them at Dominic. “Keep me posted on everything. I’ll be in Georgia for a few days. We’ll touch base when I get back.”

  Dominic waited for Caprina to leave before he got on the phone. “She’s following him to Georgia.”

  “As expected,” Sanora said on the other line, “as expected.”

  “Anything else you want me to do, Mistress?”

  “Just keep an eye on her. She’ll make her move soon.” Sanora lay back on her chair as Jay and Eduardo fanned her. “And at the right moment, we’ll make our move.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Dominic hung up.

  Sanora placed a call to another person. “Nothing major is happening yet, but it will soon.”

  “And then what?” The other voice said.

  “And then,” Sanora smiled, “I’ll relax.”

  EIGHTEEN

  Sarah sat in the living room and watched her various family members open up their Christmas gifts. Her mother received a fluffy terry robe with her initials. Her father got the Blu-ray player he’d had his eye on for a while. Her brothers got a selection of video games. Her uncles were showing off their new outfits, while her aunts displayed their new jewelry.

  She couldn’t have cared less.

  She wondered where Scott was, and what he was doing. Was he with Mariana’s family? Was he with his family? What did he give Mariana for Christmas? She wondered if Mariana got him anything for Christmas. With his money, of course, she snickered. She wondered when she would see him again.

  As another aunt opened her gifts, Sarah’s thoughts drifted to another fantasy she had with Scott. She was naked and tied up, laying face-up on a table, with rope tightly clenching her breasts and in between her open legs.

  “Has My pet been a good girl?” Scott asked as He approached the table.

  Sarah nodded. “I’ve been a good girl, Master.”

  “Are you sure?” He took out a small riding crop and stroked it as if it was His cock.