THE PLEASURE OF HIS PUNISHMENT : THE COMPLETE COLLECTION (10 EROTIC SEX STORIES OF SEXUAL SUBMISSION) (2 page)

Even in nothing but a pair of jeans, the man had an aura of power.  At the age of thirty-three he had to be driven to have accomplished so much. 

"I'm sorry, Logan.  There was a cat caught in the tree.  I climbed up to help get it down."

He scowled.  "A cat?"

"It...went down on it's own.  It set me off balance."  She shuddered as she thought about how close she had come to falling.  Had Logan not been as strong as he was or been willing to risk his own health to rescue her...she would have…oh crap…she didn’t want to think about what condition she might be in at this moment.  

He had a I-don't-believe-that-story-for-minute look.  "You climbed over my fence and trespassed on my property.  I have "no trespassing" signs for a reason.  I should call the police and have you thrown in jail.  I'm sure it will be a hefty fine."   He let out an exasperated sigh as he continued, “You’re a smart woman, Holly.  I can’t think what possessed you to do that.”

"I wasn't trying to harm you or anyone else, Logan.  I swear."   He was really pissed.  She wasn't sure what he was capable of at the moment.  Logan Chandler was one of the wealthiest men in the country.  If he was angry...he could make her pay.  She would be sitting in jail with plenty of time to regret her stupidity.  "What can I do to thank you?  Please don't call the police." 

"Convince me that you're sorry,"  his eyes still held a dangerous glint. 

"How?  What can I do?"  she asked him gently.  She did nearly get him hurt or killed.  She owed him.  She would grovel.  She did not want to spend even one day in jail and she certainly couldn't afford the legal trouble or the fine.

He closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body against his hard, unyielding form.  His mouth descended to hers, scorching her lips, his tongue invading her.  The kiss was fiery and wild.  Her heart pounded as she let him devour her.  She opened to him and he plundered. 

His mouth slid to her neck and ear, nuzzling against it.  She could feel his warm breath as he whispered against her ear, "You have the power to make me forget the whole thing."

He cupped her ass, bringing her core against him, letting her feel his hard erection.

He wanted her.  He wanted
her
in exchange for his loss of memory of the event. 

No. No.  I can't do that.
 

"No, Logan.  I can't,"  she told him firmly, trying to pull herself from his hard grip.

"Spend the night in my bed or in jail, Holly."  One his hands came up to caress her breast.  "Your choice."

He reached under her tank top, meeting nothing but bare skin.  She wasn't wearing a bra.  She hadn't exactly planned on meeting anyone while she was hiking and she wasn't hugely endowed. 

He cupped her breast in his hand, his thumb abrading her nipple.  She bit her lip to keep from moaning.  The man had just the right touch, firm, but not too hard.  Just enough to heat her blood and imagine him touching other places with such expert caresses.  Her nipples hardened into tight little peaks as he manipulated them with a slow, circular motion.   

"Stop, Logan.  We can't.  You can't...,"

He lifted her shirt and his tongue replaced his fingers, sliding smoothly over her skin, lightly biting at her nipple.  He teased them both, and her panties became immediately moist, her body responding to his masterful touch.   

She arched her back, squirming.  She wasn't sure if she was trying to get away or move closer.  "Logan, you have to stop this.  You can't just take what you want."

He lifted her arms and pulled the shirt over her head.  It hit the ground silently.  He was smooth.  He never stopped his relentless stroking and licking, overriding her futile attempts to stop him.   One of his hands slid between her legs, caressing her hot core over her jeans. 

"Logan, no.  You can't do this,"  her voice was pleading now, but it was also laced with desire.  This was wrong…so wrong, she tried to remind herself, but her brain was losing the battle to his erotic seduction.  

His tongue slid across her breasts and up her neck.  "Can't I, Holly?  Tell me why?  I don't see that you have much of a choice."  His voice was low and sultry. 

She could feel herself caving in and it scared her.  She couldn't give in to his seductive touch, even though it was driving her insane.  "It isn't right, Logan."

He unzipped her jean shorts.  "It feels right to me."  He slid his hand into her panties, his fingers exploring, running over her slit.  "Oh, Christ...you're so wet."

She was drenched and she knew it.  She wanted this man with an intensity she had never felt before.

"Logan...please," she whimpered as his finger slid over her slick clit. 

"Please what, Holly?"  He pulled his hand from her dripping pussy and pulled her jeans down her legs, taking her wet panties with them.  He lifted each leg to force her to step out of them.  He unlaced her sturdy hiking boots.  She had to hold onto his solid, brawny shoulders as he removed her boots to keep from toppling on her ass.  God…his skin was so hot, an inferno that she wanted to leap into willingly.   

His eyes roamed over her with hunger and longing.  He unzipped his jeans and freed his cock from what was probably getting to be a painful confinement judging by the size of the bulge at the front of them.  He had his jeans and briefs off before she could blink. 

His naked body was breathtaking.  He was all muscle covered by sleek, golden skin. 

Holly wanted to touch him.  She knew she should be running, but she was transfixed, her eyes now riveted to his huge member that was so incredibly large and completely entrancing.  She clenched her fists to keep from reaching out to stroke the small bead of moisture on the bulbous head.  Engorged veins popped out along the shaft and she wanted to trace them, feel the soft skin that was stretched over the steel rod. 

He pulled the tie from her hair and let it fall free around her shoulders.  "You are so beautiful,"  his voice was husky.  He picked her up and carried her to his huge bed.  Her back was caressed by silk as she met the sheets.  His body covered her as his mouth licked at her lips, demanding entrance.  Holly surrendered with a soft moan and opened to him.   She wrapped her arms around his neck, spearing her fingers into his soft, damp hair as he devoured her mouth.  Their tongues entwined and danced as he moved to let his hand slide down her body. His finger slid smoothly through her slippery pussy, caressing her softly, teasing her. 

She whimpered into his mouth, her body on fire.  She needed this man. She wanted him to fuck her until she was senseless.  She wanted to drown in him, his delicious, masculine scent and powerful body.   

He stroked her clit smoothly with just enough pressure to make her squirm.  He took his mouth from hers and slid sensually down her body.  His hot tongue was trailing over her skin as he went, leaving licks of fire wherever it touched. 

His fingers still teased her lightly as his tormenting tongue circled on her thighs. 

"Logan, please,"  she begged.  She couldn't take another moment of his teasing.  Her whole body was primed and she wanted to climax.  She had never felt this kind of longing and fevered desire.   

"Tell me what you want, Holly,"  he demanded sharply. 

"I need...I want...,"  she trailed off in a groan.  She had never really burned like this.  She wasn't used to this.  She had never expressed her sexual wants vocally. 

"Tell me.  Do you want my mouth on you?"  His voice was compelling. 

He increased the pressure of his fingers slightly,  making her utter a soft cry. 

"Oh, God.  Yes, Logan.  I need your tongue."  The words tripped from her mouth in a strangled voice.  She needed him now. 

He rewarded her by burying his face in her moist heat.  His tongue stroked over her tender folds, making his way leisurely through her juices, lapping them up as he explored.  His hands spread her legs wide, opening her completely, and he feasted.  He gave her what she wanted, what she needed. 

She reached her hands down, burying them in his silky hair, nudging his head deeper.  Her hips rose up off of the bed as his tongue was blazing over her needy pussy.  His fingers stroked her thighs as his tongue delved deeper, harder.   

His mouth sucked and pulled at her clit, exposing the sensitive bud, his tongue laving it over and over.     

His movements grew faster and more urgent and her body clenched, stretched taut from his frenzied attack.   

"Yes, Logan, yes.  Your mouth feels so good," she panted as she pulled his head against her, grinding into his face. 

Her orgasm slammed into her with fiery intensity.  She moaned as her head thrashed, her body rocked and trembled.  Her hands left Logan's head and clenched the silk sheets gasping anything that could keep her grounded as she came apart.   Logan lapped at her creamy stream as the pulsations continued to take her. 

She was still breathless as he moved up her body.  She was sated, but she still wanted him.  She ached to touch him. 

"Can I touch you?" she breathed softly as he nuzzled her neck. 

He rolled onto his back.  "I'm all yours."  His grin was wicked and it made her bold, bolder than she had ever dared to be previously.  Her hands ran over his incredible body, smoothing over naked chest and muscular abs.  It was like smooth skin over steel.  She took her time exploring, loving the feel of him, the smell of him. 

Her fingers closed over his large phallus lightly.  She lowered her head to touch the velvety tip with her tongue.  He tasted like sex and sin.  Her tongue slid down the length of him, enjoying the hard, satin softness over the hard rod. 

Logan's hips thrust as he told her a tortured voice,  "You're killing me, Holly.  Take it in your mouth.  Suck me."

She smiled as she savored his desire.  She could do this to him.  She could make him eager for her.

Her lips opened wide and took him between them.   Her hot mouth sealed and sucked, her tongue pressing hard against his cock.  She knew the friction would make him hotter. 

"Oh, hell yeah...Holly."  His hips were pumping, fucking her mouth. 

She increased the pace, stroking him harder with her lips and tongue.  He had his head on a pillow, his eyes watching as she devoured his rigid cock.  She should have felt self conscious...but she didn't.  His eyes were hot and it encouraged her to please him. 

He threw his head back and groaned.  He pulled her face away from his groin and pulled her up, urging her to mount his body.  "Ride me, Holly.  I want to watch you fuck me."

She was hesitant, but she was also hungry for his cock.  She climbed over him, grasping him, positioning his cock where she wanted it, needed it.   She slid the head under her, fitting him to the needy entrance of her channel.  She moaned as she slid down over him, allowing his cock to sink into her aching, wet pussy.  She sank all the down slowly, letting him fill her, stretch her completely.  The walls of her channel expanded, taking his full length. 

"Christ, Holly.  Your so tight, wet and hot," he murmured hotly as Holly began to slowly move her hips.

She let herself slide along his length.  He was watching her, and she found it incredibly arousing.  She lifted her hands and caressed her breasts, her mind functioning on primal instinct.  She wanted satisfaction and she wanted to fuck this man until he howled. 

Her hips pumped him, his groin rising up to meet her.  He grabbed her hips and added his strength to the thrusts.  Their skin was slapping together as his forceful strokes brought her down hard and fast on his cock.

“Fuck!  You’re so hot, Holly,”  Logan growled as his cock slammed into her channel again and again.   

His tortured words rattled what was left of her brain.  She threw her head back as her body begged for release.  She moaned as she pinched her nipples, her entire body hypersensitive.