by Vera Roberts
“Yeah, I’m going to head by the bar.” Jeff glanced back towards it. “Did you want anything, Ms. Waters?”
“It’s Caprina, and no, I’m fine,” she smiled.
“Yeah, man, I’m good too.” Elliott smiled.
“Yeah, fool, I wasn’t talking to you.” Jeff walked to the bar.
“So you’re the incomparable Caprina Waters,” Elliott moved closer to her. “Scott said you were beautiful and I’ve been a fan of yours for years but to see you in person, it’s truly spectacular.”
“Why thank you,” Caprina became more impressed with Elliott by the minute. “Scott didn’t tell me what a great friend you were.”
“Scott and I go way back. We were dorm mates at USC.” Elliott wondered how much he should divulge with Caprina. Something told him she didn’t know the whole history between him and Scott. “We’re still pretty close.”
“I see that,” Caprina smiled, “so what is it that you do for a living?”
“I’m a defense lawyer,” Elliott replied. The truth was he was a public defender but defense lawyer sounded better and wasn’t a far stretch from the truth.
“Very nice,” Caprina loved a man with power. It was something Scott didn’t have.
“So how long have you been modeling?”
“Oh, forever,” Caprina quickly thought about how long she had been in the industry. She started when she was 12 but went professional when she turned 16. She was currently 32 and while she was still young enough and could grace many a cover, she was also near retirement age. It wasn’t a pleasant thought. “I’ll say give or take 20 years.”
“Twenty years? Amazing. You look more beautiful every day,” Elliott charmed her.
Caprina was quickly growing a liking to Elliott. She was pretty sure he was being extra nice to her and some of what he was saying could’ve been straight bullshit but she accepted it all the same. He was good for her ego. “You’re quite the charmer,” she grinned.
“When I see a beautiful woman, I have to tell her. It’s just in my blood,” he kissed her hand again.
A fire grew inside Caprina. Elliott looked gorgeous enough with his sandy blond hair and striking features. He was the salt to Scott’s pepper and Caprina wanted a taste. “I would like to get to know you better, Elliott.”
From a distance, Jeff saw the interactions between Elliott and Caprina. He didn’t like what he was seeing. “That’s interesting,” Jeff studied the pair.
“What’s interesting, man?” Jeff’s friend, Jacob, stood next to him.
“If I didn’t know better, I would say Scott’s girl was trying to get her swerve on with Elliott over there,” Jeff pointed towards them with his glass.
Jacob eyed the pair. Whatever Elliott was saying to Caprina had her smiling from ear to ear. The pair was politely and affectionately touching each other. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say Scott’s girl wants to fuck Elliott and Elliott ain’t trying to stop her.”
“That’s what I’m thinking, too.” Jeff nodded. “Excuse me, I need to find Scott.”
Jeff searched all over the lounge to find Scott but he seemingly disappeared in thin air. When he finally caught up with Scott, he was getting ready to leave. “Yo, man, where you going? The party’s just getting started.”
“Caprina wants me to meet some of her friends tonight so we’re heading out,” Scott put on his coat. “Hey, tell Jacob I love his club. We’ll be back again soon.”
“Yo, Scott, we need to chat for a minute,” Jeff mentioned.
“Call me tomorrow,” Scott hurriedly left the club, “I’m running late! I’ll talk to you later, bro!”
Jeff stomped his foot in frustration. “Fuck!” He sighed. “Your mother was right, man. Something ain’t right about that woman.”
Chapter Nine
The party was located at a remote location. So remote, Scott wasn’t sure exactly where he was going. All he knew was to get in the car and drive. There was no need to ask questions or inquire about what was going to happen that night; it wasn’t in his place to do so. She gave him explicit orders and he followed them to a tee. The last thing he wanted was to make Her upset.
“You get off on the next exit and make a right,” Caprina instructed.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Scott quietly replied.
Caprina rolled down the window and let the cool breeze kiss Her face. The sky was pitch black with a few clouds in the sky. It had a romantic and mysterious setting, like a perfect storm was coming in. It was already 11 PM and the gathering started two hours earlier. She was fashionably late but it was worth it. She was going have a good time showing off Her latest prize. Her Scotty. He was such a good little boy. He did whatever She wanted and never questioned anything. What a great pet he was.
The car ride was nice with a jazz station playing the greatest from Koz, Coltrane, and Davis. She briefly asked him how his day was at the agency and he was polite enough to keep his answers brief. She was sure there was more detail than just ‘good’ or ‘okay’ but in all honesty, She didn’t care that much about what he did. It bored Her.
“Slow down and turn left at the next light. You’ll make another left, then a right, and go up the hill. You can’t miss it.” She directed.
“Yes, Ma’am.” Scott nodded.
Caprina glanced at herself through the side mirror. She was impeccable. Her makeup was flawless. A deep ruby painted her full lips and violet contacts made her eyes stand out. Her long, black mane gently waved back and forth against her skin. Her attire consisted of a tight corset dress and thigh-high leather boots. Any accessories She had, Scott carried. That’s what he was good for.
They finally arrived at their destination and Scott parked the rented Mercedes. He turned off the car and got out of the car to get items from the trunk. He wanted to take his car – a simple Lexus sedan – but Caprina would not let him. She couldn’t afford to be seen in something so beneath Her. So Scott shelled out the extra money for the rental. It wasn’t a bad car. He just might purchase one for himself sometime in the future.
Scott walked around to Caprina’s side and opened the door for her. As She stepped out of the car, he bowed to her in obedience. He always bowed to Her, no matter where they were at. In fact, Scott bowed so much to Caprina, many people suspected he was Her personal butler or assistant instead of Her love interest. She treated him like shit and amongst Her friends in the BDSM community, She was considered the mean one. But Scott didn’t mind or complain. If anything, he loved it. It meant She loved him and that’s all it mattered.
“You need to put this on,” She wrapped the spiked collar around his neck and tugged on it slightly to make sure it was secure. She attached a leather leash to it and pulled him behind Her. “Tonight is your turn. The other slaves were presented and now it’s down to you. Please do not disappoint me.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
They reached to the top of the long driveway and Scott ranged the doorbell. Caprina only touched common areas if it was absolutely necessary. She was not about to get Her hands dirty when there was Scott. A few minutes later, another sub wearing leather pants and a spiked collar opened the door. He was a young, Black man with a closely shaved head. He was shirtless and had a muscular body.
“We’ve been waiting for you.” The young man opened the door to let the pair in. “Follow me.” He led them down a long corridor and opened the double doors. Inside were several high chairs in a circle. Hundreds of candles lit up the room and the air had a crispy chill to it.
Caprina walked to a nearby chair and sat down. Scott sat down in front of Caprina in a child’s pose. He waited for Her next command.
“You’re late.” The woman next to Caprina spoke.
Caprina wasn’t fashionably late. She was well over two hours late. “I had to take care of some errands.”
“Of course you did.” The woman rolled Her eyes.
She was a powerful woman, around the same age as Caprina. She had grey eyes that either sparkled or s
tared into the depths of one’s soul. Her auburn hair bounced lightly against her shoulders and had red streaks. She was short and petite but Her stature made Her seem much taller than what She was. She held the monthly gatherings at Her palatial estate and it was always invitation-only. She didn’t trust anybody She came in contact with.
She went by Sanora. It was an unusual name and that was it. No one knew if it was her first or last. No one knew where She came from or anything about Her history. In fact, Sanora’s own subs weren’t sure, either. But the air of mystery made Her undeniably sexy.
Caprina motioned for Scott to stand up. “I brought a gift.”
Sanora glanced up at Scott. He was wearing a black tank top with leather pants and black shoes. He had short hair that appeared to be black in the candlelight. He had a little muscle on him but could probably use a few more pounds. Most importantly, Scott had freshness about him that Sanora hadn’t seen in long while. He was still very green. Oh how young and innocent you are…
Sanora licked her lips as She admired Scott before her. “What’s your name, baby?”
Scott turned to Caprina. “May I speak, Ma’am?”
“Go ahead.” Caprina nodded.
Scott turned back to Sanora. “I’m Scott.”
“Scott,” Sanora repeated with heavy emphasis on the S. She licked her lips and slouched back in her chair, one leg draped over a chair arm. Her high-cut black gown revealed toned legs. “Nice to meet you, Scott.”
Scott bowed down to Sanora. “Pleasure is all mine, Mistress.”
“Oh, it will be,” Sanora smiled. She spoke to Caprina but kept her eyes on Scott. “I’m going to borrow your toy for a little while.”
Caprina felt the anger rise in her belly until it was stuck in her throat. Scott was Her toy, not anyone else’s and certainly not Sanora’s. Her failed attempts to challenge Sanora at every meeting were laughable. The fact She found a willing slave in Scott still made the other Dommes talk in disbelief. “I didn’t give you permission.”
“I don’t care,” Sanora stood up and grabbed Scott’s hand. He hesitated and looked to Caprina for approval who begrudgingly gave it. Sanora led Scott to a private room and closed the door behind them. She flipped a switch and several soft lights lit up at the same time. “Sit down and make yourself comfortable, baby.”
Scott walked to the oversized bed and sat down on the satin comforter. Sanora crossed a line by blatantly disrespecting his Mistress but She didn’t appear to care or have remorse. Her nonchalant attitude was something Scott would eventually get used to. “Did you want anything to drink, Scott?” She held onto the S again.
“I’m fine, Mistress.”
Sanora poured herself a glass of Glenfiddich and sat beside Scott on the bed. She swirled the whiskey around in the glass and took a sip, chewing the flavor with her tongue. “Do you drink?”
“Not whiskey, Mistress.”
“You should try it. I have a feeling you’d like it.” She handed him Her glass.
Scott took a sip out of the glass. It was strong but smooth. It almost made the hair on his chest stand up. It was a man’s drink yet Sanora was drinking it like if it were wine. Little did Scott realize at the time Sanora would have a profound impact on his drink of choice. It also wouldn’t be the only thing She would impact in his life. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“Anytime, baby,” She ran a hand through his hair.
Scott cleared his throat. He was still uncomfortable despite the tiny bit of liquor in his system. He only thought of what rash punishment Caprina was going to give to him when he saw Her again. “What did you want me to do, Mistress?”
“I want you to relax for once in your life,” Sanora kept running Her fingers through Scott’s hair. “I can tell you’re stressed.”
Stressed doesn’t begin to describe it, woman. “I’m a little uncomfortable, yes, Mistress.”
“No, not with this.” Sanora shook Her head. “Caprina. She mistreats you.”
Scott was hesitant to call Caprina’s treatment of him as punishment or disrespectful. She was his Mistress; it was his duty to do whatever She wanted to do. If She wanted him to lick Her boots, he did. If She wanted him to scrub Her floor with his toothbrush, he did. Scott loved and respected Caprina so much, it wasn’t an issue of respect. “I just want to make Her happy, Mistress.”
“That’s really fucking sweet,” Sanora deadpanned, “but she’s making a fool out of you.”
Scott was the epitome of sprung. “I do what I’m told, Mistress.”
“There’s a difference between being submissive and being a weak bitch. Do you want to take a gander at which one you are?” Sanora snatched the glass of whiskey away from Scott and finished it. “I know what she does. Everyone knows what she does. BDSM is about respect and trust, not about who can humiliate their sub the worst. I know some people are into that nasty shit but that’s not the type of party here.
“She’s going to get tired of you always saying yes. You’re going to get tired of her taking advantage of you. She will fuck you over.” Sanora warned.
Scott briefly wondered if Mistress Sanora was saying that out of genuine care or genuine envy. With Her tone, it was hard to tell. “That’s a bold statement, Mistress.”
Sanora stared into an empty space. Scott was more whipped than She realized.“It’s a correct statement, Scott.”
“I’m collared. I’m supposed to do what I’m told,” he argued.
“So? What does being collared have anything to do with saying no?” She retorted.
Mistress Sanora was right, Scott silently admitted. But he couldn’t let Her know that. “What do you expect me to do, Mistress?
Sanora lit up a cigarette and blew a plume of smoke in the air.“Nothing because I know you won’t do anything. Instead, here’s this,” She handed him a business card.
Scott looked at the card. It only listed her name and phone number. “What’s this, Mistress?”
“Sometime soon, you’re going to need to get away. Far, far away. When you do, look me up.”
Scott flipped the card between his fingers. It was bad enough Mistress Sanora felt the need to tell him why his relationship with Caprina was a joke, now She was predicting his future. Scott concluded She completely lost Her fucking mind. “How do I know this isn’t a joke, Mistress?”
“You’re still holding the card, aren’t you?”
“I could rip it up, Mistress,” Scott threatened.
Sanora shrugged. “What you eat doesn’t make me shit.”
Scott was annoyed. Some woman he had never seen in a day of his life was treating him like a child. He had come to the conclusion that’s just the way women are.“Are we done here, Mistress?”
“We’re done…for now.” Sanora stood up and walked back over to Scott. She trailed his lips with her tongue and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were soft and to Her surprise, experienced. “Keep the card. Hide it from that bitch wench you call a Mistress.”
Sanora’s lips made Scott’s cock twitch. He wanted Her. “Yes, Mistress.”
Sanora shook her head. She could only imagine the hell Caprina was going to give him when they got back. “I’ll see you in a few months, Scott.”
Scott was a little taken aback by the Mistress’ tone. He was so used to being called Scotty by Caprina, it was weird to have another Domme give him respect. He liked it. “We’ll see, Mistress.”
****
“I wonder what Sanora is doing to your Scotty,” Mistress Rea teased Caprina, “She is probably fucking and sucking his dick raw.”
“I bet She has him eating Her pussy until his tongue goes numb,” Mistress Moira slyly remarked.
Caprina tried to ignore the game the other Mistresses were hell-bent on playing with Her. She was not popular amongst her fellow Dommes but according to Caprina, it wasn’t a popularity contest. They weren’t in high school or contestants on Dancing with the Stars. She was there to share Her toy and that was it. What the other bitches thought of Her
was irrelevant.
“Ooh, what’s wrong, Cap?” Madame Robin asked. “Cat got your tongue?”
“I don’t know about that. I bet Sanora has Scott’s,” Mistress Rea commented.
“Enough.” Caprina shouted. It was bad enough Sanora humiliated Her in front of Scott; She’ll take her frustration out on him later. She was not going to have the other Mistresses act like She was the whipping girl. A cold silence replaced the banter. Sanora walked back into the room with Scott accompanying Her on an arm.
Caprina immediately got up from Her chair and rushed over to Scott. She was seething with anger. “What did She do to you?”
