Discipline
(The Scott & Mariana Chronicles)
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.
One
“So what do you think?” Sarah paraded around the apartment in her Halloween attire.
Mariana watched her leggy roommate strut her stuff up and down the makeshift runway from her bedroom to their living room. Sarah was wearing the tightest and tiniest nurse’s outfit Mariana had ever seen. She wasn’t sure if Barbie could squeeze into the outfit, that’s how tight it was. Sarah completed her look with white stripper heels with matching pantyhose and garter.
“You look like if you decide to breathe, that whole outfit is going to burst off your body,” Mariana replied.
“So I look cute, right?” Sarah nodded.
“That’s one way of putting it,” Mariana smiled.
Sarah kicked off her heels and plopped next to her best friend on the sofa. “So what are your plans for Halloween? Does Mr. Man have anything special for you?”
“He has to work. Got Milk? has a new ad coming out so he’s directly supervising it,” Mariana tried not to sound disappointed. She loved Scott’s take-charge attitude and how he worked insane hours to get the job done. She also hated how she wasn’t able to see him as much as she would’ve liked. If it hadn’t been for her internship and the weekends, Mariana wouldn’t see Scott at all.
“You can always come with us if you want?” Sarah prodded. “Besides, it’s been a while since I hung out with my bestie!”
“Oh yes,” Mariana sighed, “I surely do miss playing the third wheel.”
“You know what I mean,” Sarah smiled. “We’re going to go bar-hopping and probably get wasted. We’re taking a cab so no designated driver here! It’ll be fun. Come on, let’s go!”
“I don’t even have a costume, Sarah!” Mariana whined. “I’m not going to go out looking like a boring college student.”
“We can go out and get a costume! I’ll pay for it if money is an issue!” Sarah begged. “I just want you to come with. It’ll be fun, just like old times!”
Sarah gave Mariana an offer she couldn’t refuse. She wouldn’t be able to see Scott because he was going to be working late, and Mariana really wasn’t looking forward to a night alone. It was hard to say no. “Okay, okay. But I’m not going to look like some ghetto hoochie mama, all right?”
Sarah held up a hand. “Girl Scouts honor.”
****
“And sure enough,” Mariana looked at herself in the mirror at the costume store, “I look like a ghetto hoochie mama.” She was wearing a referee’s costume, and even though it came in her size, Mariana was convinced the sizing was meant for girls who had no curves and no ass.
“I think you look cute!” Sarah smiled.
Mariana pinched her stomach. “This isn’t supposed to spill out like this.”
“Well, maybe if someone would lay off the Del Taco…”
“I stopped eating that!” Mariana insisted. “I just need to work out more.”
“Work out more? How much more do you need to work out, Mari? You’ve been steadily losing weight,” Sarah commented.
Mariana managed a smile. She had been losing weight, but she didn’t have a gym membership. Scott Reed was her personal trainer in more ways than one. “I just need to tone up. Anyway, pick another outfit, please?” She began to take off her costume.
“Fine.” Sarah rummaged through the rack and chose another outfit. “Okay, this will work! It’s all black and will hide extra, ahem, poundage.” Sarah smiled as Mariana shot her a death look. “And it’s super cute and sexy!”
Mariana eyeballed the outfit. She could pull it off. It was missing one key accessory but she knew where to get it. “I think that one might work.”
Two
“Ooh, was that a yawn I just saw?” Elissa looked at her boss as he stretched in his chair. “Your age is catching up with you.”
“You’re lucky you’re a lady I respect,” Scott yawned again, “or I would’ve told you off.”
It was already nine pm, and Scott Reed was burning the midnight oil with his executive assistant, Elissa. He had looked over the Got Milk? ad with her several times, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. With Elissa’s suggestions, Scott had made several changes already, but there was still something missing. That IT factor.
“You’re going to drive yourself mad, Boss,” Elissa warned as she stifled a yawn. “Whatever you’re looking for, you’re not seeing with tired eyes.”
“Maybe I should go home,” he glanced at his watch. It was too late for trick-or-treaters and Mariana already had plans. “Maybe I can catch SportsCenter.”
“Wow, you really are showing your age,” Elissa kidded, “I remember a time you couldn’t wait to get out of here to catch up with some chick at the local dive.”
“Yeah, well, those days are long gone,” Scott briefly thought of his girlfriend. He only wished he was seeing her tonight instead of working on some advertising piece.
“So how is it?”
“How’s what?” Scott asked.
“Monogamy,” Elissa replied, “how’s it working out for you?”
Scott tightened his lips. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, okay,” Elissa smiled. The rest of the office may not have known the details between the executive creative director and the new intern who had just started, but Elissa was well aware of the secret games Scott and Mariana played. They always stole glances at each other, and Scott seemed to be in a happier mood on her internship days. It wasn’t a coincidence that her desk was in direct view of his office door.
But Scott was intensely private. Ever since a horrible breakup years prior, Scott went to great lengths to make sure not much of his personal life was made public. He confided in Elissa about some things but was silent regarding his relationship with Mariana. But Elissa knew what the deal was. He was in love with the woman and was fighting tooth and nail to deny it.
“Anyway, you go ahead and go home. I’m sure Adam is wondering where his wife is,” Scott smiled.
“I will tell him the same thing I always tell him,” Elissa got up and dusted off her suit, “I was with my younger and much richer boyfriend. Good night, Boss.”
“Night, Elissa,” Scott waved her out the door. He turned back to the ad and stared at it once again. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t the celebrity they used; she was a delight to work with. It wasn’t the lighting in the background; it was perfect. It was something, and it bugged him that he couldn’t figure it out.
Whatever it was, it was going to wait until the next morning. He was going to head to the nearest bar and drown his sorrows in a Samuel Adams. That always cheered him up.
He went home and briefly turned on the TV as he checked messages on his answer machine. He walked to his bedroom and passed by the infamous top drawer when he stopped in his tracks. It was slightly ajar. Oh…
Scott walked over to the drawer and noticed a pair of handcuffs was missing. It didn’t take him long to figure out where they had gone. His second thought wondered what she was planning to do with those handcuffs and if she was going to use them on so
meone else. A twinge of jealousy tugged at his heart, and he felt his fists clench up. No, it couldn’t be someone else. Mariana promised herself to him, and she was his. All His.
“Mari, Mari, Mari,” he shook his head, “you’ve been a very bad girl. I need to punish you.”
Three
“Good lord!” Mariana felt claustrophobic in the crowd. “I can’t believe it’s so crowded here!”
“Girl, what did you expect?” Sarah led Mariana through the crowd. “It’s Halloween! Everybody and their mama are out celebrating!”
“I know, but this is crazy!” Mariana shook her head. “I can’t believe this.”
“What I can’t believe is how you didn’t get arrested for indecent exposure for that tight-ass outfit you have on,” Sarah’s boyfriend, Eric, commented. “Girl, is that shit painted on you?”
Mariana winked. The police woman outfit had a skirt that exposed the bottom of her ass cheeks. Her tight blouse exposed a lot of ample cleavage. While Scott was still at work, she had snuck into his home and grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the top drawer. She would simply put them back the next morning when she went to clean his home. He would never know the difference. “It’s not painted on, but it’s pretty tight.”
“My girl looks great!” Sarah commented. “But enough chit-chatter, let’s drink!”
The group headed over to the bar, and Eric ordered a few rounds of shots for them all. After the fourth shot, Mariana was officially drunk. She felt looser, dancing to any song the DJ played and swinging her hands in the air. Sarah pulled her up on a side stage and the pair amazed the crowd with their exotic dancing.
“Yeah! Yeah! The nurse is mine!” Eric clapped and announced to fellow on-lookers. “That nurse is all mine, baby!”
****
“Why did I listen to you?” Scott managed to find a space at the bar to order his beer. “This place is bananas.”
“Listen to me? Listen to me?” Jeff Miller scoffed. “Fool, since when do you ever listen to me?”
“I said I wanted to go to out for a drink and kick back,” Scott grabbed the beers and paid for them. He handed one to his best friend. “I wanted to go to EMK.”
“Then we should’ve gone to EMK since we’re about to become partners in that, anyway!” Jeff insisted. “But you didn’t want to do that tonight!”
“I didn’t want to be harassed by those wannabe starlets again,” Scott took a sip of beer. “It’s cute for a while.”
“Until they start stalking you,” Jeff remembered a past fling of Scott’s.
“Exactly.”
“Besides we got plenty of action here,” Jeff motioned to the girls dancing on a side stage, “like those two. Check them out!”
Scott looked over at the girls dancing. He could appreciate the tight outfits they were wearing, especially the one wearing the police uniform. She was built like his girlfriend, and Scott imagined it was her. He could fantasize just like that. He could only saw the back of their heads as they were faced in the opposite direction. That was fine by him. “Nice,” he finally commented.
“See? See?” Jeff nodded. “There’s nothing wrong with looking.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” Scott smiled. He watched the girls for a little longer, hoping they would finally turn around and show their faces. He soon got his wish. The one in the nurse’s outfit turned around first. It was Sarah. If that’s Sarah, then the cop must be…a few seconds later, Scott got his answer. “Mari.”
“What?” Jeff asked.
Scott pointed towards the stage. “That’s Mariana and her girlfriend, Sarah. Mariana’s in the cop outfit.”
Jeff eyeballed Mariana. He never met her, but he already knew Scott was sprung on her. Her body was stacked. “I say you should keep that one.”
Scott took another sip of beer and folded his arms. “I wonder what she’s going to do next?”
At the end of the song, Mariana and Sarah got down from the stage to a cheering audience. “Please don’t do anything stupid,” Jeff warned.
“I won’t do anything stupid,” Scott took another sip of beer and smiled. “I promise.” He migrated towards Mariana’s direction.
Jeff wasn’t convinced. “I’ve heard that one before…”
****
“Girl, where did you learn those moves?” A patron in a doctor’s costume was talking to Mariana.
“I’m naturally gifted,” Mariana licked her lips. “You saw me up there.”
The doctor leaned closer to Mariana. He brushed his lips against her ear. “And I like to see more of you privately,” he whispered.
“Ooh, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Mariana shook her head.
“Oh?” The doctor smiled. “Why’s that?”
“Because I think her boyfriend might have an issue with it,” Scott said behind him.
The doctor turned around and noticed Scott. “And who are you supposed to be? Patrick Bateman?”
“No, but I have his temper if you want to find out,” Scott calmly replied.
“Okay, I think we should be heading out,” Mariana stepped in between the men and escorted Scott out the door.
Once they reached outside, Scott pulled Mariana into a hidden, dark alleyway. “Ms. Officer, Ms. Officer,” he purred while shaking his head, “you’ve been a bad girl, Ms. Officer.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” Mariana hiccupped.
“Yes, you did,” Scott nodded.
“That?” Mariana questioned. “I was merely talking to him!”
“No, I’m not talking about that,” Scott held the pair of handcuffs to Mariana’s view. “I’m talking about this.”
Mariana’s mouth hung open. How could he have known? “I…I…I…”
Scott crushed his lips against hers and forced his tongue inside. His girlfriend looked so hot in that tight police uniform she had on, Scott was amazed he’d held out this long. His hands moved all over her body, stopping at her breasts. He gently squeezed them, eager to free them from the too-tight fabric.
He reached below and felt her sex. She was hot and her panties were moist. He felt her need, her hunger, and her desire for Him. Her flesh was hot and her body yearned for Him. It gave Him a strong satisfaction that He was the only one making her feel that way.
Scott softly pressed his fingers against her panties, causing Mariana to squirm beneath him. He pushed them to the side so he could have better access. His thumb circled her swollen nub while His fingers played with her hot and wet sex. He trailed his tongue along her jaw line and down to her neck, setting Mariana’s body aflame.
Mariana heard the faint noise of a zipper and the familiar sound of a condom wrapper being opened before Scott grabbed her ass cheeks and hoisted her against the brick wall. “You want to be a bad girl and take things without permission?” He asked her.
She felt the tip of His cock pressed against her slit. She squirmed beneath Him, hoping to get Him inside her. But it was no use. Her Master had her stuck where He wanted her. “I’ve been a bad girl, Master,” Mariana cooed.
“Beg for it,” He taunted.
“Master, please…” she whispered.
“Please what?”
Mariana could barely breathe. She wanted this man. Her passion and hunger for Him took over her senses. She wanted to be fucked by her Master. She wanted Him to be buried deep inside her, to the hilt, as she opened more to accommodate Him. “Please stick your dick in me,” she begged.
“Where?” Scott’s thick cock probed Mariana’s wet entrance, teasing her lips. “Here?”
The begging and taunting her Master gave made it worse. Mariana was consumed with lust and anticipation. “Please,” Mariana breathed.
“Open your eyes and look at Me, My pet,” Scott ordered and Mariana complied. He read her eyes and the intensity within her brown orbs. She was raw, vulnerable, and trusting. She wanted her Master. She wanted to please Him and only Him.
Scott slid inside her as Mariana exhaled a sharp breath. He spoke to
her, filling her completely with His thick cock. “I hope you can accept the proper punishment.”
She wrapped her legs around his back. “Please, Master,” Mariana moaned, “please, punish me.”
Scott drove deeper and deeper into His girlfriend’s tight channel. “I own this pussy, Mari. I own this…” he moaned in her ear.
“Fuck me, Master,” she breathed as she prepared to cum, “fuck me, Master…”
Mariana felt the first spasms of an orgasm wash over her body before she convulsed in pleasure. In the dark alleyway with only the moonlight above them, no one else mattered. Nothing else mattered. It was only her and her Master in the universe. Scott came shortly afterwards, spilling himself into the condom as his girlfriend’s walls milked his cock.
Scott pulled out of her and fixed his clothing as Mariana hurriedly fixed her uniform. She looked back up at her Master and caught His eyes. They were full of fire, determination, and methodical planning.
****
The drive back to Scott’s home was silent. Music wasn’t played. Mindless chatter didn’t happen. Scott concentrated on the road ahead of him and didn’t once glance towards Mariana. She had thought everything would be fine after their rendezvous in the alleyway. But what happened, she was coming to grips with, was just sex.
She felt His disappointment. It was the same disappointment a father showed a child who broke the rules. She wasn’t sure if He was really upset at her for talking to the doctor, or if He was truly pissed at her for going through His drawer again. Mariana held her stomach. She felt it going in knots.
Scott pulled into the garage and turned off the car. He got out of the car and headed inside. Mariana let out a deep breath and followed Scott inside. She waited at the dining room table as she watched him take off his blazer and casually throw it on the sofa. He poured a glass of wine and sat down at the dining table across from her.
Silence. Dead silence. Mariana could hear the critters outside. She could hear the creaks of the house. She could distantly hear partygoers coming home. She could hear her thoughts, going a mile a minute. She could feel the pounding of her heartbeat. She could feel her Master’s disappointment crawling on her skin. She felt His eyes bore holes through her body. He walked back to their bedroom and Mariana remained frozen at the table. She didn’t know if she should move, if it was allowed, and what the punishment of her disobedience was going to be.
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