The Pleasure of His Punishment : The Complete Collection

by J. S. Scott

  Matt was trying to knot his tie in a small wall mirror. He was dressed in a different shirt that he had pulled out of a small closet in the corner of the office. He had flipped the other one with the ripped off buttons into the trash.

  “See ya tomorrow?,” she queried lightly as she kissed him on the cheek.

  “Tomorrow,” he agreed as he watched her walk towards the door.

  Lori had her hand on the doorknob when he called softly, “Hey Lori?”

  “Yes?” she turned back, looking over her shoulder.

  “I restocked the petty cash. Would you mind grabbing some twenties so that we can discuss it tomorrow?” he questioned hopefully.

  “Certainly Mr. Walker. Whatever you say,” she told him as she flashed him a cheeky smile and a wink as she slipped out the door, closing it behind her.

  **********

  Matt grinned into the mirror as he finished his tie and pulled on his suite jacket. As he left the office, he checked the petty cash, holding his breath as he opened the box. A hundred dollars was missing. He smiled all the way home, knowing tomorrow couldn’t come quickly enough.

  ROUGH RIDE WITH A COWBOY

  (The Pleasure Of His Punishment:

  An Erotic Sex Story Of Sexual

  Submission)

  She was finally home!

  Maddie Price raced across the open land on her beloved horse Sheba at a breakneck gallop, her blonde hair flying even though it was covered by a tan Stetson to shade her light skin from the sun. Nothing could contain her joy at finally being home after four years away from her grandpa and his small, hobby ranch.

  She had grown up here. She belonged here. This was home. Four years of living in the city for college had been stifling. Too many people, too much noise, surrounded by concrete. It was confining for a woman who had grown up in the wide open spaces.

  Well...now she had her degree in English Literature. She could stay at the ranch forever and write, hopefully following in Grandpa's footsteps. Her grandfather had an impressive writing career and she hoped to do the same.

  Grandpa needed her. All they had was each other now that her parents and Grandma were gone. He had undergone two heart surgeries and his heart was slowly giving out. He was fragile…even though he would deny it. The ranch had a great cook/housekeeper and men to look after the livestock, but he needed his only family member home.

  Maddie slowed Sheba to a walk as she pulled in a breath of fresh air, filling her lungs and her soul with the smell of home.

  “Good girl.” She patted Sheba's neck as she praised her.

  After four years of being away, Maddie tried to familiarize herself with her surroundings. She turned her horse towards the west and knew she had crossed the boundaries of Grandpa's land about a half mile back when she had jumped a fence with Sheba. She was on Flying J property now. Just about anything beyond Grandpa's property belonged to the Flying J. She wasn't entirely sure of their total acreage, but they were one of the biggest cattle industries in the country.

  Taking in the familiar landmarks as she guided her horse slowly, she knew she was headed in the right direction. Maddie was anxious to rediscover her old "thinking place." She used to retreat there nearly every day before she had gone away to college. It was a beautiful area where the stream ran through the property, one of the few areas surrounded by woods and trees. As she looked to her left...she saw it. Her patch of woods and serenity.

  She signaled Sheba with her thighs to increase her speed. There was a fence between her and the trees so she encouraged Sheba forward and took the jump.

  Maddie had probably taken the leap with her horse a thousand times before, but for some reason, Sheba's leg didn't get high enough and slammed against the bottom rung of the fence. Dismayed, Maddie reined Sheba to a halt and looked back at the fence. It must have been loose because a good fifteen foot section had toppled like dominos.

  She lead her horse forward and let out a sigh of relief as she examined her leg. Sheba wasn't favoring it and there was no abrasion. It must have been her hoof that caught the edge.

  She walked over to the fence, checking the wood. It looked like it had been repaired in other sections, but this section was rotted and probably had been ready to collapse. It had only taken a nudge to down the whole section.

  Standing with her hands on her hips she muttered, "Well...hell. What should I do now?" She couldn't leave the fence that way. There were no cattle in this particular area at the moment, but they could wander out if they made their way this direction. The main house of the Flying J was miles away, but there was nothing for it. She was going to have to go and let them know the fence was down. With a longing look at her patch of woods she turned to remount Sheba.

  "Well...if it isn't Ms. Maddie Price," a low, graveled voice spoke from directly behind her.

  Startled, Maddie took her foot out of the stirrup and rounded to see a face she hadn't seen in years.

  Jason Sterling.

  Holy crap...he hadn't changed much. He and his daddy owned the Flying J and Jason was the last person she had expected to see riding the fences. There were plenty of hands to do that.

  "Jason," she nodded politely.

  He approached the distance separating them on his huge black gelding and gracefully dismounted. "Welcome home, Maddie."

  Maddie had always been intimidated by Jason and she could tell that hadn't changed because her stomach dropped to her feet as she surveyed him. She couldn't say they had ever been friends. By the time Maddie had been old enough to have playmates, Jason was away at college. By the time he had returned, she had her own friends and was starting high school. He and his daddy had come to visit at the ranch occasionally, but she had rarely spoke to him. When she visited at college breaks, they had never run into each other.

  She had always considered Jason ruggedly handsome. He was big. She wasn't exactly sure how tall he was but he towered over her own five-foot- three inch height and made her feel like a runt. He had a muscular body that showed to advantage in snug blue jeans, a t-shirt and brown cowboy boots. His toffee colored hair was still topped by his ever-present black Stetson.

  She might have been intimidated by him in high school, but she had also had a severe case of teenage adoration. She had carried the schoolgirl crush on him from the time she was sixteen until she left home for college.

  Her heart pounded wildly as she looked up at his rough, unsmiling face, made harder by the five-o’clock-shadow dark stubble on his jaw. Some things never changed. Jason still had the power to take her breath away.

  You’re not a teenager anymore, Maddie.

  Maybe not, but Jason Sterling still had a way about him that made her feel like one.

  Jason frowned as he surveyed the downed fence. "What did you do to my fencing, Maddie?"

  "I'm sorry, Jason. Sheba clipped it on a jump and it fell. That portion was rotted and--"

  "It just fell right over?," he gave her a skeptical look.

  Maddie shivered. His light drawl was as smooth as a fine whiskey. "It was already falling over, Jason,” she answered him indignantly.

  "We have "no trespassing" signs for a reason. I know for a fact you probably passed several of them on your way here." He crossed his arms over his chest as he glared at her.

  "Jason...we've been neighbors since I was born. I've always ridden over this land. What--"

  "Not anymore," he answered bluntly. "We're losing cattle. Stolen. Somebody is downing a small portion of the fence and loading them up at night."

  Maddie strode forward until she was close enough to touch him. She planted her hands on her hips and she met his eyes. Unfortunately, she had to crank her neck back to see him. "Surely you don't think I have anything to do with that. I just got home a week ago."

  "You still have your fair share of friends here," he drawled.

  "I've barely even
seen any of my old friends yet. Jason, you know this was just a little accident," she quipped with exasperation.

  "I don't know anything except you're trespassing and my fence is down. I need to call the police and let them investigate this. At the very least it's trespassing and destruction of property." As he finished he pulled out his cell phone.

  "Don't! Jason, if Grandpa hears about this he’ll be upset. You know his heart is bad. He can't take much right now. He's fragile.” Damn. Stubborn. Cowboy. His expression didn’t give an inch as she continued, “He always says you and your daddy are so good to him and watch out for him. This will upset him," she finished, still wearing an expression of disbelief. Was he bluffing, or was he really going to follow through? Jason had always been a tease…but it was hard to tell when he was serious and when he was joking.

  Jason Sterling was something of a mystery…a fact that had always intrigued her.

  Jason started to toss his phone up and down, catching it easily and watching her out of the corner of his eye. "So, what do you suppose we do, Maddie? I don't want to upset you're grandpa...but I'm not happy about this. You should have known better than to come trespassing when you saw all of the signs."

  "Grandpa didn't tell me about the cattle thefts. I didn't know," she told him with remorse. Had she known, she wouldn't have set foot on their property until the case was resolved. Cattle thefts were serious business in this part of the country. "I just wanted to see my old thinking place again,” she finished in a mournful voice.

  "And where's that?" he questioned, still methodically tossing the phone up and down. It irritated her, but she bit her lip. It was better to stay cordial until she could figure out what he was thinking. Looking at his stoic face, she was beginning to wonder if anyone could ever truly understand what lie beneath his cool, perplexing exterior.

  Maddie pointed west, "It's right through those trees. There's a clearing by the stream."

  Jason put the phone back in his pocket and caught her around the waist. "Okay, then. Let's go."

  Maddie was speechless as he tossed her up into the saddle of his big black and mounted behind her. He urged his mount forward with her sitting astride in front of him. He guided the reins with one hand, while his other hand gripped her waist. The hand holding her steady strayed up to her breast and brushed over her lightly-clad nipple.

  She gasped as she felt the connection. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples poked through her t-shirt. She could feel his body, hard and hot, behind her. His hips nudged forward, allowing her to feel the rock hard bulge in his jeans rubbing against her ass.

  "I can be made to forget this ever happened, Maddie. You give me what I want, do what I say, and this whole thing is forgotten," he whispered roughly as he continued to pinch and stroke at her nipples.

  Pinch. Stroke. Pinch. Stroke.

  The peaks hardened under his expert manipulation. Maddie drew in a sharp breath and shivered lightly as his fingers became more demanding, more insistent.

  "No, Jason. I can't. You can't--," she murmured the words breathlessly, unable to finish.

  He slowed his horse to a walk as they entered the clearing. He released her breasts as he came to a stop and gracefully dismounted, pulling her off of the horse after he had hit the ground.

  "I can," he said casually as he let her body slide sensually down his own until she got her footing. "Or I can call the police right now. It's sure to cause a ruckus."

  He was gambling, playing his cards to win. She considered calling his bluff, but she really didn’t want to risk her grandfather getting upset.

  She looked around what she had once considered her own private place and noticed that there was another horse at the side of the clearing. A supply horse. There were remnants of a campfire, a pallet for sleeping and other assorted camping items. "Are you camping here?"

  "Yep. Been here for a few days. Trying to catch some cattle thieves," he drawled. “I'm not just going to let your happy ass scamper away, whether I think you’re involved in that or not. I have my own way of dealing with sexy trespassers. I think you know what I want,” he warned her, his voice low and hoarse as his hand went to her jean-clad pussy, teasing between her thighs. “You do what I want, take your punishment, and we call it even."

  "Jason, no. You can't do this. Please," she begged even as her panties started to moisten.

  "I reckon you don't mind if your grandpa gets upset then?" He reached into his pocket for his phone.

  "Yes. No. Please Jason. Not this," she stammered.

  "Yep. This....." he told her as he fingered her mound harder. "You mind me and do what I tell you to...and we forget it. Agreed?"

  Her eyes filled with tears. "Please Jason. Stop this," she was pleading now as tears fell freely down her cheeks. She didn’t want her grandpa upset, but that was only part of the reason she was so confused and emotional. It was wrong…but a large part of her wanted Jason, wanted to give in to his demands. What in the hell was wrong with her? He was literally blackmailing her…and she found it incredibly hot.

  "Agreed or not? I’m not going to offer again. I'll just called the police," he answered sternly as he took off her Stetson and tossed it to the ground. He grabbed a large lock of her blonde hair, pulling her eyes to his.

  The look floored her. She started to shake as she saw the storm of desire in his dark brown eyes. He lusted. After her. The blatant need in his eyes was terrifying...and arousing. Moisture flooded her pussy as her heart thundered against her chest. Did she dare?

  "A-All r-right. I'll do it," she whispered in a trembling voice that she barely recognized as her own.

  He yanked her t-shirt out of her jeans and pulled it over her head. His hands touched her naked breasts, his callused fingers abrading the nipples. He pulled off his Stetson and tossed it carelessly towards hers, not even looking to see where it would land. His mouth descended, hot and demanding, his tongue seeking hers.

  He smelled and tasted so good, like sunshine and the stream. He had probably bathed in the crystal-clear water earlier. No expensive men’s cologne could come close to the masculine, outdoor-sy scent of Jason.

  Breaking off the kiss, he stripped away his shirt. He undid his button-fly jeans with agile fingers. He wasn't wearing any underwear and as he lowered his jeans, his cock sprang free. It was larger than anything she had ever seen before and she bit her lip as she eyed the large phallus nervously. She had had two boyfriends in college and they had fumbled their way through sex. She hadn't known that cocks came in quite this size.

  What was she thinking? She wasn’t worldly enough for this. She wasn’t ready for a man like Jason Sterling.

  "What the matter, darlin'. Never had a real cock inside of you before?” he laughed as he pushed her down in front of him to her knees. "Suck it, Maddie. Suck it real hard."

  "I'm not very good at--"

  "Put it in your mouth and suck it now," he demanded.

  Maddie tentatively licked the wet head. She heard him groan as she took as much of his shaft as she could and brought her hand up to join her mouth, stroking the shaft. She sucked and stroked, teasing him with her tongue. He grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth, controlling the rhythm and thrusting his ass to shove his cock in and out of her lips.

  "Oh yeah," he threw his head back, moaning the words. "I love sucking that beautiful mouth of yours.”

  His pace increased and Maddie thought she could feel him against her tonsils. She fingered his balls as he continued to slam into her mouth. The deep thrusts nearly gagged her, but his fevered encouragement and groans had her wound up tight. His excitement fueled her desire.

  Her pussy flooded. All she could think about was how much she wanted this huge cock moving in and out of her at this furious pace.

  Jason’s domineering attitude hiked her arousal even higher, and it baffled her. She had never known that she was the type of wom
an who liked to be dominated. It had her soaking her panties and burning with erotic need.

  Orgasms were rare for her, usually only accomplished mechanically in the privacy of her bedroom. She had thought she was indifferent to sex.

  Apparently…she had just never had the right man to fan her flames. Or maybe it was more like putting a match to gasoline.

  Jason broke away and ordered raggedly, "Take off my pants."

  Maddie pulled his boots off as he leaned against a tree for support and stripped the jeans from his body. He yanked her up, lifted her and took her to his sleeping pallet. He pulled her jeans open, pulled her boots off and roughly stripped the jeans and panties from her, leaving her naked and vulnerable.

  His face was flushed with lust and desire, his eyes devouring her. He pulled her legs open wide and ran his hands over her body possessively. Maddie held her breath as his meandering fingers caressed her dripping folds, brushing lightly along her clit.