S & M III -Vol I

by Vera Roberts

  Scott put Jeff in charge of the rings and his cell phone. He didn’t want to risk losing them. Scott’s phone had been blowing up that morning with congratulatory messages from other friends and family who couldn’t be there in person. Jeff flipped through them and didn’t think anything of it.

  But the sole message from Caprina was the beginning of bad news. Wait, what?

  Jeff looked at the message again to see if he read it right. He did. Was she really doing what she was about to do? What she already did? Jeff rushed out of the suite to find where his best friend was. He found Scott in the next room with his mother, father, and sister. They had just finished praying.

  “What’s going on, man?” Scott asked. He had a big smile on his face. “Is everything okay?”

  Jeff glanced down at the phone. There was no easy way to tell his best friend that his fiancée was never coming to the wedding. “I need you to read this.”

  “What? What is it?” Scott was becoming nervous. “Why can’t you read it for me?”

  “Because you won’t believe me,” Jeff didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news. “It’s Caprina.”

  Scott got up from the bed and snatched the cell phone from Jeff’s hands. “What is going on…” He looked at the text message. He wasn’t reading it right. What he was reading was impossible, wasn’t it? There was no way for it to be true.

  I’m leaving you, Scotty. We’re not getting married. Today or ever. Oh and btw, Elliott says hi.

  Scott looked up at Jeff. “Is this some sort of sick fucking joke? Is this funny to you?”

  “Man, I wish it was,” Jeff pleaded with his friend, “bro, she’s not coming.”

  “Bullshit,” Scott dialed Caprina’s phone number. “Bullshit. She’s on her way here now.” Caprina picked up the phone. “Caprina? Where are you? How come you’re not here yet?”

  Caprina scoffed. “My text wasn’t clear?”

  Scott felt his heart sink into his Ferragamos. Everything began to move in slow motion. He felt the phone fall out of his hands. His knees bent so he could sit down on the bed. He heard his heart beating, loudly and rapidly. Caprina never planned to come.

  Scott carefully chose the next words that came out of his mouth. “Cancel everything.”

  Deborah rushed to her son. “Scott?” There were tears in her eyes. “Scott? What’s going on?”

  He sat on the bed with his elbows on his thighs. His head was resting on a hand. “Cancel everything,” he repeated. His voice was barely audible. “The wedding has been canceled.”

  “I fucking knew it!” Christine yelled. “I knew that fucking Black bitch was not going to show up!”

  “My Scott,” Deborah grabbed her son and rocked him back and forth. “Scott, Scott…I’m so sorry, baby. Baby, I’m so sorry!”

  “Jeff, make sure everyone gets paid,” Scott’s voice was clear and calm, “Chrissy, get a hold of the wedding planner and tell her everything is canceled,” he let out a deep breath, “and I need someone to drive me home.”

  “Where is that fucking Black bitch? I want to talk to her?” Christine was livid.

  “And someone please calm my sister down,” Scott was in no mood to deal with anyone else’s bullshit, “before I do it for her.”

  ****

  “Scotty…” Caprina said in a sing-songy voice. “Where are you, my precious Scotty?”

  “I’m here, Ma’am,” Scott called out into the empty room. The sound of his own voice woke him up. He sat up in bed and looked around. Everything was still the same but things were much, different. There was an empty hollow lurking over the room. “I’m…here.”

  His soul was empty. His thoughts were muddled. Did yesterday really happen? It had to have been nightmare. There was no way in hell that could’ve even been remotely true. He looked down at his left hand. There was no ring. He sat up in bed and let out a deep sigh. If it wasn’t for the sunlight, he probably would’ve slept more. He concluded he needed better shades.

  He mustered the strength to get up and rinse his face off. He barely made it to the toilet before the vomit flew out of his mouth. He looked at himself in the mirror and it was a pitiful sight. His eyes were sunken in. He was ten shades lighter than he normally was. He seemingly dropped ten pounds. Scott wasn’t sure how he got home. Everything was one big blur.

  He stumbled to the shower and turned the water on to scalding hot. He stood underneath the shower head and let the water beat on his skin. He took a loofah and scrubbed his skin to the point he thought it was going to be raw. Good. It would mean he wouldn’t able to feel anything, anymore.

  Scott stepped out of the shower and dried off. He walked to the living room and was greeted by a plethora of unopened wedding gifts. He stared at the boxes. They completely covered his entire living room, from floor to ceiling. No matter where he turned, he would be staring at boxes of grey, silver, and pink. There had to have been at least a hundred of them, not counting those en route.

  “Alright,” he muttered. Scott walked to the bar and pulled out a bottle of Glenfiddich. He downed a fifth of the bottle and laid down on a nearby chaise sofa.

  And then the room went black.

  Book II –

  Sanora

  Chapter One

  Three days had passed and those were the longest three days of Scott’s life.

  Scott barely moved from his spot in the living room. He was unkempt. The last time he showered was the morning after the wedding and he hadn’t bothered to take another since then. His mother and sister came by sometime during the week to return the gifts and he barely noticed them coming and going. Deborah wanted to stay with him but he forced her to go back to Decatur. She was more of a nuisance than a distraction.

  He had a variety of visitors pop in. His colleagues came by to check on him and brought food, which he never touched. His friends came by to get him out of the house but he wouldn’t budge. Facing the outside world was too much. He was comfortable at home, in his filth. He felt safe.

  He managed to get up to walk to the bathroom again. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looked god-awful. He lost weight, his eyes were sunken in, and his stubble had grown to a beard. He was a shadow of his former self. Scott barely recognized himself.

  He finished his business and went to his bedroom. He hadn’t slept in his bed since everything had happened. Too many memories. The passionate lovemaking. The equally-passionate arguments. The last time he and Caprina were intimate, along with Elliott. He stood at the doorway and just stared out in space. That was three months ago. He hadn’t had sex in three months.

  Elliott was always incognito when it came to wedding planning. Scott should’ve sensed something during the wedding rehearsal and dinner when Caprina was on her Blackberry more than she paid attention to the reverend. Come to think of it, Elliott was on his Blackberry a lot as well. They were cheating right in front of me. He shook his head in disbelief.

  Scott turned to go back to the living room when he suddenly remembered something. “Sanora,” he whispered. He shuffled to his bedside drawer and rummaged through it. He found her card stuck between a couple of books. He remembered he intentionally hid it from Caprina so she wouldn’t get nosey or worse yet, suspicious. It wouldn’t have made a difference, anyway.

  He stared at Sanora’s business card as he flipped it between his fingers. Her words had a haunting effect on him. I’ll see you in a few months, Scott. Did she know what was going to happen? Could she have known? What did she know? Was she psychic? Scott dismissed childish thoughts. Sanora couldn’t have known anything. . No one could’ve predicted Hurricane Caprina. Still, he wouldn’t let go of Sanora’s card. She had an inexplicable hold on him.

  He walked over to the bed and sat down. He picked up his phone and dialed her number. After a couple of rings, she picked up. “I’ve been waiting to hear from you, Scott,” Her voice was seductive like he remembered.

  Scott didn’t say one word but Sanora already knew it was him on the othe
r line. “She left me,” he muttered.

  “I know,” Sanora replied. Scott didn’t know whether she knew the story or rightfully assumed. It really didn’t matter. “I’ll be over soon.” The line went dead.

  Scott dropped the phone on the bed and stared outside. It was sunny and bright. He should’ve been on his way to Europe by now. He should be holed up in a hotel room somewhere and having unbridled sex.

  Instead Scott was standing in the middle of his living room, brooding over his life and the current pathetic state it was in. He didn’t know what Sanora could do to make him feel better. He didn’t know if it was possible to feel better.

  He just wanted the pain to stop.

  ****

  A purple Bentley pulled up in front of Scott’s home. The driver got out of the car and walked over to the rear passenger side and opened the door. Sanora stepped out and grinned. She already knew she had work to do just by looking at the outside. Scott was young, only 27, and his house looked like a home in the 1950s. Oh dear…

  “Do you need any assistance now, Mistress?” The driver asked.

  “No, not yet, Jay. I’m sure I will need some assistance later. Give me about an hour.” She opened her Dior clutch and pulled out several hundred dollar bills to give to her sub. “Stop by the Gucci store and pick up the suits and shoes, they should be ready. Whatever is left over from the money is yours to keep. Pick up a coffee for me on your way back.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” The young man nodded and headed out.

  Sanora let out an exasperating sigh. A man’s biggest weakness was a woman. A man’s greatest strength was a woman. The task in front of her was monumental. She was up for the challenge. She was up for the challenge the moment she laid eyes on Scott. Now it was time to act on it. He was either going to be her greatest achievement or she was going to be his worst nightmare.

  Let the games begin.

  ****

  Scott was staring through the TV screen when his doorbell rang. All week, it was news clip after news clip about what happened. Caprina was spotted canoodling with Eliott in San Tropez. They were holding hands at a local café in London. They were smiling as they went through Heathrow. And Scott had to witness it.

  Someone tipped off the tabloids about his residence and he was faced with news vans and cameramen stalking his home every morning. His friends and family protected him and Scott never had to see any of them in person. All he had to do was turn on his TV and see them broadcasting live from his home. He was impressed on how the news reporters always seemed to have fresh clothing every day.

  Now someone else was at his door.

  Scott hoped if he ignored the doorbell, whoever it was behind the door would go away. No such luck. The doorbell was ringing every minute. He let out a frustrating sigh and got up. Whoever it was, they were interrupting the precious time he was wasting. He should’ve been drunk already.

  He opened the door. “What the hell do you…” Scott couldn’t believe his eyes. Was She really in front of him? He rubbed his eyes to make sure it wasn’t a mirage. “Sa-sa…Mistress?”

  “I told you I was going to be over,” She grinned, “I wasn’t bullshitting.”

  Scott looked behind Sanora and saw there were no camera crews, overzealous reporters and gossiping neighbors. He didn’t know if they got tired of seeing nothing happening or She somehow scared them off. He opened the door and let Sanora in. She was wearing a black mini-skirt suit and five-inch heels. She had very little makeup on but it didn’t matter. She was beautiful as ever. Scott was suddenly embarrassed by his appearance. When other people came over, he didn’t care. With Sanora, pleasing Her was the other thing that mattered.

  “Come here and sit,” Sanora motioned towards the living room as she fixed herself a drink at the bar. “We have some catching up to do.”

  Scott walked over to the living room and sat down on one of the chaise lounges. He rubbed his face and stared into a corner. His whole entire existence was delusional and wrecked. A year ago, he was happy and carefree. His only complaint was his asshole boss, Owen. Now Scott’s reputation was ruined with lies. It would take him forever to rebuild and the thought of doing so made him even more depressed.

  Sanora soon joined him on the lounge chair. “She’s been flaunting him around everywhere,” She softly spoke.

  Him. Him was Scott’s former best friend, Elliott. They grew up together. They’ve known each other since preschool. They were so close, they were practically twins. They hung out every week and did just about everything together. It was Elliott that encouraged Scott to move out of Georgia and join him in Los Angeles. It was Elliott who kept feeding Scott coffee and NoDoz during his finals. It was Elliott who played the role of Scott’s wingman during the various bar-hopping times.

  It was Elliott who played a role in destroying Scott’s future. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He took a sip of the whiskey Sanora poured for him.

  “And when do you suppose you want to? When you’re dead? Never?”

  Scott slowly nodded. “Preferable.”

  “Yeah because running away from your problems always solves them,” Sanora rolled Her eyes.

  “You…you…” Scott mustered the strength to talk. “You knew she was going to do this, didn’t you?”

  “This? No. But fuck you over? Yes.” Sanora wasn’t surprised by Caprina’s actions. She was surprised how low she fell on the totem pole with her choice of Elliott. “And if I remember correctly, I also warned you about it.”

  Scott nodded. “I should’ve listened.”

  “Shoulda, woulda, coulda…that doesn’t matter now. You need to get out of here and pronto,” Sanora quickly finished her drink and stood up. “Get up. We have a lot of work to do.”

  ****

  The water was scalding hot. Scott stepped in the shower and closed his eyes. He dipped his head under the showerhead and let the water beat on his skin. He was thankful Sanora was there even though he didn’t know what purpose She was going to serve. It didn’t matter. He just needed to get rid of Caprina in his head.

  He suddenly felt a pair of hands wrapped around his body. Sanora joined him in the shower. “Relax,” She whispered. She reached up and grabbed the loofah and soap from the shower caddy. She began to bathe Scott, soaping his body with the lather. She raised his arms and washed underneath. She made Scott spread his legs so She could get in between them. She scrubbed hard and furious. There was nothing sexual about what She was doing.

  After the shower, Sanora sat on the bathroom counter and wrapped her legs around Scott’s body as She shaved his face. She pressed Her nude body against his. . Her breasts were large, a result of a very skilled plastic surgeon, but they framed her body. They were soft and felt wonderful. Scott was getting an erection.

  “We’ll fuck later,” Sanora promised as She felt him press against her, “but for now, we have to clean you up and clean you out.”

  “Clean me out?” Scott asked.

  “Of everything,” Sanora smiled at Her sub. Her eyes were sparkling and dancing with excitement. “You’re getting the makeover of a lifetime.”

  Chapter Two

  The plane ride was uneventful. Scott and Sanora sat in first class while Her three submissives sat in economy. She paid for all of their tickets. Scott briefly wondered what Sanora did for a living to afford such extravagant purchases but he kept those thoughts private. It was better not to ask too many questions.

  “I’m going to teach you to how to be a man since Caprina sucked whatever testosterone you had out of your body,” Sanora looked out the plane window and admired the blue sky, “all I ask is you trust me.”

  Sanora was asking for a lot and Scott wasn’t naive. She knew She was asking him to do the one thing he would flat-out refuse to do. “Why should I?” He boldly asked.

  “You trusted me up to this point whether you want to admit it or not. You called me, remember?” Sanora pointed out. “If trusting me is a problem for you, I’ll send you back home to w
allow and be even more pathetic than you were before I saw you.”

  Sanora was right but it wasn’t the only thing bothering Scott. “Why me? Why didn’t you just choose some other guy?”

  “You have potential in you, Scott. This is not the true you. You were more vanilla than I thought. Face it, you’ve been a submissive your entire life. It stops now.” She softly kissed his lips. “After we’re done, you’ll be wondering why you were ever submissive to begin with.”

  ****

  There was nothing like Italy. The April weather was perfect with sunshine and a cool breeze. Vendors walked down the street hawking products from fruit to clothing to herbs. Children played football in the brick streets. An older gentleman played the guitar and belted out a heartfelt song in Italian. It was the place Scott had always wanted to visit. He had never been but was always enchanted with the country. It was romantic, friendly, warm. It was the complete antithesis of his ex.