Scott & Mariana (4 page)

Scott smiled. “Don’t be shy.”

Mariana felt so silly. Her blushed cheeks must’ve been a nice shade of embarrassing pink. She wanted to crawl under the table and hide. “That hair-pulling and ass-slapping thing you did? What was that?”

Scott slapped Mariana’s ass as punishment for going through his shit. He didn’t realize the actions just released Mariana’s inner kink. “Did you like it?”

Mariana was embarrassed to say she did. She looked away from Scott and smiled. “Yes.”

“It’s a form of BDSM.” He said it in such a calm manner as if everyone knew about it.

Mariana wasn’t familiar with that term.“BD what?”

“BDSM – Bondage, Dominance/Discipline, Submission/Sadist, and Masochism. You know it as S&M but there’s more to it than just rope, whips, and leather. It’s a mental thing. You start fucking someone with their mind then you move onto their body.”

“Oh,” Mariana felt her naïveté was in full force. “I like it.”

“You liked it a lot,” Scott’s smile had a bit of a smirk in it. Every slap on her ass he gave her, Mariana screamed in pleasure. She was good for his ego.

The next question on Mariana’s tongue was to ask Scott if he could teach her some more but she knew she was crossing a boundary. It was bad enough she fucked her boss and would have to pretend nothing ever happened. She would have to be content with the few hours of bliss they shared.

****

Over dinner, the pair conversed over a variety of topics and got to know each other a little bit. They realized they actually had quite a few things in common. They shared the same political beliefs, had similar backgrounds, and enjoyed the outdoors.  But as much as Mariana would entertain the idea of dating Scott, she knew it couldn’t work. A 10-year age gap was her reminder.

“I should be heading home,” Mariana stood up, “it’s getting late.”

“You know you’re more than welcome to stay the night if you would like.” Scott suggested. He was craving her again.

“Boss, thanks for the offer – “

“Scott,” he once again corrected.

“Scott,” Mariana took heed, “thanks for the offer but I already overstayed my welcome so I need to get home.”

He didn’t want her to go but Scott wasn’t about to make Mariana stay. “Are you sure?”

“Ye…yes.” Mariana hesitated.

“That doesn’t sound like a sure answer,” Scott wondered.

“I’m sure,” Mariana grinned. Scott was absolutely right but there was no way he could know that. She wasn’t sure if she was able to handle him again. “I have class in the morning and I need to get home.”

“Okay, no pressure,” Scott reluctantly agreed, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I just cleaned your house, Boss,” Mariana quickly caught herself, “Scott.”

“The bedroom is messed up.” Scott smiled.

Mariana could’ve sworn she saw a sparkle in Scott’s eyes. “I wonder how that happened?”

Scott walked Mariana to the front door. “Sweet dreams, Mariana,” he leaned down and slowly kissed her.

Mariana felt her body was on fire again. If her mind wanted to go, the warmth between her legs wanted her to stay. “Maybe I’ll stay for a cup of tea.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it nowadays?”

Chapter Seven

Even though Mariana expected to get
some
sleep, she didn’t think she’ll get none. Scott had the sexual appetite of a guy in his twenties and the skills of a seasoned man in his forties. He was insatiable and couldn’t get enough of her. He twisted her body in a variety of positions and sucked on her clit until she climaxed at least three times. It did seem like he wasn’t having sex for just for pleasure but perhaps, some old selfish need of his own. He had to prove something to someone. It didn’t matter to Mariana; she was just fine enjoying the ride.

She was sucking his cock again, swirling her tongue over his shaft and gently kissing the mushroom tip when Scott spoke to her. “Watch yourself suck my cock,” he motioned to the mirror.

Mariana looked over at the side wall-length mirror and watched herself. Scott’s cock moved slowly inside her mouth. There was something intense about watching herself suck off someone. She studied her technique and watch Scott’s reaction at the same time. His hands were behind his head and he occasionally took deep breaths. She gripped his cock at the base and trailed her tongue from the bottom to the tip. He tasted salty and a little sweet. He felt soft, yet rigid in her hands. Mariana could’ve sucked Scott all night long if she could.

Scott had other plans. “Stop,” he instructed her, “stay.”  He got up and went to the infamous drawer.  It occurred to Mariana just then it was the first time Scott went to the drawer since she’s been caught. After what she had seen inside the drawer, she was curious at what Scott was up to. He fiddled with the contents of the drawer for quite some time until he found what he was looking for. He slipped something on his stiff cock and approached the bed again.

“What’s that?” Mariana motioned at the device.

“It’s a vibrating cock ring,” Scott nudged Mariana’s legs back open and nestled himself between her legs. “It’ll play with your clit so I don’t have to.”

Trey Songz may have invented sex, but Mariana was convinced Scott perfected it. It was almost as if he knew how to make her cum and he barely kissed her neck. Her pussy was soaking wet and aching for a release but he was making her wait.
“Sounds like you’re cheating.”

“Or being creative,” he smiled. He turned on the cock ring and slid his cock inside Mariana’s wet heat once again. “Look at me,” he instructed. He began moving slowly inside her. He closed his eyes briefly as the tightness of Mariana completely engulfed his cock. He reopened his eyes and found Mariana obedient; she was looking right back at him.

“Fuck me, Scott,” she begged.

Scott gathered Mariana’s legs and bent them. He placed his palms on her knees for support and set a furious pace. With each stroke, the cock ring touched Mariana’s swollen clit. Her eyes never left Scott’s.  The action alone made the sex more intense than anything she had ever experience. She connected with Scott on a different level.

“Oh…oh….fuck, fuuuuuuck!” Mariana climaxed and collapsed on the bed. Scott sped up his pace more and came shortly afterwards. He fell next to Mariana on the bed and smiled at her.

“Are you staying?”He asked.

Mariana nodded. Even if she wanted to go home, she was way too exhausted. “I’m staying.”

“Good girl,” he paused for a long while, “did you want to learn more?”

Mariana was puzzled at first by Scott’s question but she realized what he was referring to.
BDSM.
“I don’t know where to start.”

“I’ll teach you.”

“Am I going to be your slave? Because I’m not down with that term.” Slavery ended a long time ago and Mariana was not going to fulfill any man’s slave fantasies.

“You’ll be my sub,” He explained.

Sub. Submissive.
Mariana didn’t consider herself to be the submissive type but there was something so hot about Scott commanding her to do whatever he wanted. “And you’ll be my…?”

“Master.”

Mariana silently cringed at the
Master
term but she would settle for it. “When do we start?”

Scott rolled over and faced his sub. He already knew it was going to be an interesting learning experience for both of them. “Now.”

To be continued…