the cheeks and turned his hands upward with each slap. He slapped her repeatedly for several minutes until her cheeks were nice and rosy.
Meanwhile, Mariana’s body arched with each slap. Her lips were pursed together in pleasure. Scott brought out the freak inside her. “Where are you?” Scott asked.
“Yellow, Master .” Mariana responded. Her ass was starting to feel raw.
“Stand up.” Scott ordered and Mariana complied. “Spread your legs.” Mariana stood straight up. Scott locked eyes on hers and smiled at her. She was a good sub and with enough time and patience on both parts, she would develop into the woman Scott knew she could be. He had to train her first and found Mariana to be willing to learn and be taught.
He decided to test her again to see how patient she really was. He tickled her clit with his fingers. It was swollen and she was slippery wet. “My girl is wet for me,” Scott purred. He inserted a finger and rubbed his thumb on her clit. “I love it when you’re wet for me.”
“Fuck, Master ,” Mariana moaned. “Please…please don’t stop.”
“I have to,” Scott withdrew his hand from Mariana’s pussy. “I feel better now. You made your Master happy.”
Mariana opened her eyes and glared at Scott. He remained in his chair with an obvious erection. “ Master , do you want me to take care of that for you?” She pointed to his cock.
“No, I’m good. It’ll go down.” Scott revealed a devious smile. He wiped his hands on cloth napkin and handed it over to Mariana so she could wipe herself. “Put your clothes back on and go home. I’ll see you later.” He gathered his keys and walked out of his office.
Mariana stood in Scott’s office, furious. The heat between her thighs dissipated and was quickly replaced with an indescribable anger. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted him to fuck her hard. She was so wet and willing. He was hard and appeared to want her just as bad.
But he just left her and he was smiling about it as well. Mariana folded her arms and was so pissed off, she felt like throwing one of Scott's Laliques against the wall. “This submissive shit is gonna take some getting used to.”
Chapter Eleven
"I haven't seen you in a while," B. smiled as Mariana approached the counter, "I thought you had given up on wanting to be friends."
"If you would've called, I wouldn't have," Mariana laughed. "But you never called."
B. gave a small shrug as if he was admitting he was at fault. "I lost your number." He licked his lips.
"Ooh, that's a new one." Mariana nodded. "I don't think I've heard that one before."
"Well, you could've came back to see me, you know?" B. leaned against one of the refrigerators. "I get lonely here."
"Brother, please." She rolled her eyes. "I'll have the Mocha Frappuccino, grande, extra whip. And don't be stingy on my whip."
"You got it." B. wrote down Mariana's order and gave it to a co-worker."Say, do you still have time for friends?"
" Friends, yes." Mariana insisted. "Nothing more than that."
"I'm a gentleman." He smiled.
"Good because I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate that." Mariana had to think about that. Was Scott her boyfriend?
"He's not your boyfriend," B. shook his head.
"Excuse you?" She felt defensive and couldn’t understand why.
"If mystery man was your boyfriend," he handed Mariana her order, "you would not be flirting with me."
****
What…the…hell?
Mariana squinted as she read the computer screen. She merely typed in BDSM into Google search and was surprised by the number of results that came back. Porn. Dating sites. Erotica. Clothing stores. The Lifestyle , Scott kept saying over and over. Mariana finally got the gist of it. BDSM wasn’t just some kinky shit Scott had in mind one night; it really was a Lifestyle.
Several weeks had passed since she started her internship at
Meanwhile, Mariana’s body arched with each slap. Her lips were pursed together in pleasure. Scott brought out the freak inside her. “Where are you?” Scott asked.
“Yellow, Master .” Mariana responded. Her ass was starting to feel raw.
“Stand up.” Scott ordered and Mariana complied. “Spread your legs.” Mariana stood straight up. Scott locked eyes on hers and smiled at her. She was a good sub and with enough time and patience on both parts, she would develop into the woman Scott knew she could be. He had to train her first and found Mariana to be willing to learn and be taught.
He decided to test her again to see how patient she really was. He tickled her clit with his fingers. It was swollen and she was slippery wet. “My girl is wet for me,” Scott purred. He inserted a finger and rubbed his thumb on her clit. “I love it when you’re wet for me.”
“Fuck, Master ,” Mariana moaned. “Please…please don’t stop.”
“I have to,” Scott withdrew his hand from Mariana’s pussy. “I feel better now. You made your Master happy.”
Mariana opened her eyes and glared at Scott. He remained in his chair with an obvious erection. “ Master , do you want me to take care of that for you?” She pointed to his cock.
“No, I’m good. It’ll go down.” Scott revealed a devious smile. He wiped his hands on cloth napkin and handed it over to Mariana so she could wipe herself. “Put your clothes back on and go home. I’ll see you later.” He gathered his keys and walked out of his office.
Mariana stood in Scott’s office, furious. The heat between her thighs dissipated and was quickly replaced with an indescribable anger. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted him to fuck her hard. She was so wet and willing. He was hard and appeared to want her just as bad.
But he just left her and he was smiling about it as well. Mariana folded her arms and was so pissed off, she felt like throwing one of Scott's Laliques against the wall. “This submissive shit is gonna take some getting used to.”
Chapter Eleven
"I haven't seen you in a while," B. smiled as Mariana approached the counter, "I thought you had given up on wanting to be friends."
"If you would've called, I wouldn't have," Mariana laughed. "But you never called."
B. gave a small shrug as if he was admitting he was at fault. "I lost your number." He licked his lips.
"Ooh, that's a new one." Mariana nodded. "I don't think I've heard that one before."
"Well, you could've came back to see me, you know?" B. leaned against one of the refrigerators. "I get lonely here."
"Brother, please." She rolled her eyes. "I'll have the Mocha Frappuccino, grande, extra whip. And don't be stingy on my whip."
"You got it." B. wrote down Mariana's order and gave it to a co-worker."Say, do you still have time for friends?"
" Friends, yes." Mariana insisted. "Nothing more than that."
"I'm a gentleman." He smiled.
"Good because I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate that." Mariana had to think about that. Was Scott her boyfriend?
"He's not your boyfriend," B. shook his head.
"Excuse you?" She felt defensive and couldn’t understand why.
"If mystery man was your boyfriend," he handed Mariana her order, "you would not be flirting with me."
****
What…the…hell?
Mariana squinted as she read the computer screen. She merely typed in BDSM into Google search and was surprised by the number of results that came back. Porn. Dating sites. Erotica. Clothing stores. The Lifestyle , Scott kept saying over and over. Mariana finally got the gist of it. BDSM wasn’t just some kinky shit Scott had in mind one night; it really was a Lifestyle.
Several weeks had passed since she started her internship at
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