The Pleasure of His Punishment : The Complete Collection

by J. S. Scott

  "Noooo..." The statement came out as a moan.

  "Your debt would be wiped away, Lacy. Gone. Problem solved." His voice was husky, persuasive.

  "I just can't." she whispered. “I’d feel like a prostitute.”

  “Then do it because you want to. God knows I want you.” Ryan continued his pleasurable assault on her breasts as his hand slid down to caress up her thighs and landed between her legs. He started a gentle stroking on her mound through her jean shorts and it felt so good that she rocked up against him. Wanting more. Needing more.

  She tossed her head back, biting her lip. Oh God, she couldn't think straight. Her mind had gone blank as she was blinded by passion and lust. He unbuttoned her jean shorts and brought down the zipper, sliding them down her legs. His fingers delved into her panties and started a slow slide on her slit. "You're so wet, Lacy." His voice was graveled and filled with desire as he slowly pulled her panties smoothly down her legs.

  "This just isn't right, Ryan." Her voice was tremulous, her whole body quivering.

  But it felt so right. She wanted Ryan Logan and she could feel his intense desire. How long had it been since a man had wanted her so badly? Actually… never. Brent had been her only lover and it had always been lukewarm affection. This was blinding, electric, erotic lust.

  "So wet, so hot, so wanting. Let me satisfy you, Lacy." His mouth closed over her hot, needy pussy. His tongue swirled and licked her sensitive, pink skin, lapping up her moisture as he teased her flesh with that talented tongue.

  Lacy moaned, no longer able to hold back. She knew she shouldn't be doing this but she was nearly undone. She instinctively opened her legs, giving in to her need, clutching his shoulders for balance as her legs trembled.

  "Good girl. Open those legs and let me really taste that sweet pussy." He dived back in with a vengeance, twirled his magical tongue along her naked, vulnerable, wet pussy and swollen clit.

  "Oh God, Ryan." Her legs were ready to give out. She gripped his shoulders tightly, digging her nails into his skin.

  He was relentless. His tongue swirled as he slid two fingers into her needy channel, his fingers fucking her hard and deep. She could feel her gut clench, her muscles tighten. Her climax came in a rush of ecstasy, sweeping her into a fog of sensation. She felt nothing else except the pleasure and ecstasy of his scorching mouth on her. She screamed, unable to contain her body's reactions. “Yes, Ryan. Oh, God.”

  Ryan stretched it out, forcing the pulsations to continue as he licked up every drop of her climax. As the spasms subsided, he slid up her body to captured her mouth with a ravishing kiss, his hands roaming everywhere, making her whole body quiver with sensation.

  He kept her ravenous and on edge as he touched her, discovering every sensitive spot, learning her secrets. She tugged on his shirt and he pulled it off with a quick swipe, letting it drop to the floor. She ran her hands over his well-defined chest and moved down his hard abdomen. She unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. As she bent to pull the jeans off of his legs, his cock sprung free. Lord. Have. Mercy. He was huge and as hard a steel pole. She reached out and touched him tentatively, almost in awe of his size and the beauty of his cock. The walls of her channel clenched at the thought of having that pounding inside of her. She stroked his velvety softness with her hand, smearing the juice around the tip. She licked her lips, wanting to taste him, needing to put her lips around that tantalizing member.

  “Yes, Lacy. Take it.” She nearly smiled as he grunted, feeling powerful and desired as Ryan grabbed her hair and urged her head to him. She responded, taking the engorged head into her mouth as her hand stroked the long shaft. She heard him curse as he thrust his hips. She took as much of the shaft as she could, closing her lips around it, giving him the sweet, wet friction that he wanted. She licked up and down the shaft as her hand continued to stroke, finally sliding the rod between her lips and sucking as much as she could into her mouth, letting him thrust in and out as she tightened her palms around his ass, urging him to fuck her mouth. She looked up at Ryan and he had his head thrown back, gasping. She loved knowing she was giving him as much pleasure as he had given her.

  He pulled himself away, panting. His eyes were dark and heated as he sank to the plush carpet, taking her with him. He devoured her mouth as their bodies entangled, their damp skin sliding erotically together.

  "It's going to feel so good to fuck your sweet, tight pussy. You want my cock inside of you?" His voice was rough. She could feel his hot breath on the side of her face as he delicately licked around her ear.

  "Ryan...I don't know if we should---"

  "Take it all of the way? Oh yeah...we should. We will. You need to be fucked. You need my cock. Don't you?" He pulled back, forcing her to meet his burning gaze.

  Oh, God. Yes. She needed him. She needed that big cock inside of her. She writhed with need, grinding her pussy against his thigh. She had never felt like this before. Her body was a living flame ready to rage out of control and there was no way she could deny herself this.

  "Tell me you want me to fuck you, Lacy." His voice was low and demanding. “Not because you have to, but because you want it as much as I do. Admit it.”

  "Yes...please. Fuck me, Ryan. I need it," she cried as she clenched his shoulders.

  He groaned and pulled her over him roughly, as though her words were his undoing. "Ride me, Lacy. I want to watch you."

  She slid down his body and took his huge member in her hand, nearly shaking with the need to feel him inside of her. She placed the head at her hungry entrance and slid over the top of him. She had to stroke, letting him enter her a few inches at a time, getting used to his large size.

  "Ahh..yeah...Lacy, you're so tight and hot." Ryan groaned.

  She sunk down and took him in completely, grinding her clit against his groin as he filled every inch of her. Her walls clenched him tightly as she moved on him and he brought his hands to her hips and guided her, his hips moving up to meet her strokes. She moaned, unable to contain her red-hot reaction to having that cock so deeply imbedded inside of her.

  Ryan put his hand on her pussy, stroking his thumb along her clit as she rode him. "Caress your breasts, Lacy. Pleasure them. Take what you want, what you need."

  She was so out of control that she didn't even feel embarrassed. She had never played with herself in front of a man, but she immediately brought her hands up and started to pinch her sensitive nipples with a firm touch. It was too much...too much stimulation...too much. She threw her head back and screamed as Ryan guided her hips to a faster rhythm, plunging deep and fast, stroking along her tender g-spot. Their bodies met with a loud slapping of skin, over and over. Harder and harder. Her body jolted into a climax so strong that she was completely undone.

  "Yes, Lacy, come for me. You look so beautiful," Ryan groaned, his impassioned eyes never leaving her.

  Knowing he was watching her lose control was erotic as hell and her walls were still clenching his cock as he rolled her over onto her back, hands held above her head. He slammed into her over and over, thrusting hard and wild, making her continue to spasm. She clenched his cock tight and his body tightened and trembled. Burying himself deep inside of her he found his release, jetting hot and hard into her body, gasping her name.

  He rolled to his side, pulling her body tightly to his. He held her, his arms snugly around her, still murmuring her name.

  Lacy panted as she tried to catch her breath. They were both sweaty and spent. As her brain returned to a functioning mode she couldn't believe this had happened. With Ryan Logan? She had never done something like this before. No man had ever taken control of her body and made her feel this way.

  "Consider your debt paid." Ryan told her in a husky voice.

  Debt? Was that all that this was to him? A roll in the hay. Or a roll on the carpet. Silly, Lacy. Just because it was the most mind-blowing sex of your life doesn�
��t mean it meant anything to him.

  Lacy moved away from him, ready to get up and dressed. She suddenly felt cheap and slutty. "It was kind of an expensive lay, don't you think."

  "Hey." He caught her arm. "It wasn't just a fuck for me, Lacy. “

  She quirked an eyebrow. "Then what was it?"

  He sighed. "I guess I might as well confess. It's now or never. I don't date a lot. I figured when the right woman came along...I would know it. Unfortunately when she did...she was already married. I've always had a thing for you, Lacy. But I don't mess with other guys wives."

  Her heart fluttered. "Really?"

  He met her eyes with an intent, sincere look. "Yes, really. Do you think I blackmail every woman I meet into having sex with me. I was so happy when you told me that you had divorced that jerk that I couldn't wait and I knew you were going to run. I just want a chance."

  "Brent dumped me. For a more sophisticated, rich woman." She told him dejectedly.

  Ryan pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. "I wish I could say that I'm sorry you divorced, but I'd be lying. You deserve a devoted man. He's an idiot and a player. But I am sorry he hurt you."

  "I'm not really hurt anymore. We didn't really have a very good marriage. I'm just trying to put my life back together. I need to sell the house and start over again." She hugged him back, loving the feel of his big, strong body against her.

  "If you sell the house I know a good place for you to live. It's right next door and there's plenty of space." His voice sounded hopeful.

  She laughed softly, her heart racing, still stunned that Ryan had secretly wanted her. "We'll take it one day at a time." She tried to be casual although she wanted to scream…yes, yes.

  "I've even become buddies with Loki,” he told her with grin.

  Her face registered surprise. "You actually like my dog?"

  "Yep. We've been fast friends for a while. Sometimes he howls when you're away for too long. I started letting him come over to play. He's an outstanding frisbee catcher." He informed her, his voice actually warm when he spoke about her dog. "I always bring him back before you get home."

  Lacy was shaking her head. "I can't believe you actually befriended my dog when he tears up your yard."

  "I have a feeling his digging today might have been my fault. He heard me working in the yard and he probably wanted to come play. It was actually pretty funny when he came wiggling under the fence and ran right to the frisbee. It’s hard to be mad at him when he gives you that look and I think he’s missing you. You’re working too hard.” He touched her cheek softly, caressing the dark circles under her eyes with a concerned expression. “I think we need to solve that problem pretty soon or I might start howling for you myself." He grinned mischievously.

  "But he ruined your roses," she told him remorsefully, secretly touched that he cared enough to be worried about her health and happiness.

  "They're just flowers. They can be replaced. Although it did give me the opportunity to find out what was happening with you. I noticed you were selling the house and Brent's car was never there." He kissed her lightly on her hair. “It gave me hope.”

  Lacy pulled back to look into his face with a cheeky smile. "So...if it's partly your fault that this happened...you get to fix the fence. Those rocks weigh a ton."

  He laughed. A happy, carefree laugh that made Lacy's heart race. "I was going to fix it anyway...but it's a deal."

  "That's good. I find I rather like your negotiations," she gave him sultry smile.

  "Stay with me, tonight." His voice was husky and low.

  "Oh no. I am not getting up at five a.m.,” she told him, laughing as squirmed away from him.

  He pulled her back against his body, not letting her get away. "I'm off tomorrow. Are you?”

  She nodded. “Yes…and I’m staying in bed until at least nine.”

  "I wouldn't get up that early if I had a reason to stay in bed,” he told her in a sexy, irresistible voice.

  How could any woman refuse? Lacy knew she certainly couldn’t. When Ryan pulled out all of his persuasive power, he was impossible to resist.

  Dr. Ryan Logan, for once in his life, didn't leave the bed until the following afternoon…and he had never been happier.

  Wicked Romance Of A Vampire (The Pleasure Of His Punishment: An Erotic Sex Story Of Sexual Submission)

  Kelly Hunter had always known that Max Duran was a vampire.

  After all, she was a freak. Freaks of nature knew these things.

  Kelly sighed as she inserted the key in the front door to her small, cozy house and opened the door. Her work day had gone on forever and her mind was not her own today. She closed the door quietly behind her and absorbed the peace that she only had when she was alone in her home.

  She knew he would speak to her soon. As soon as the sunset came Max would be there in her mind. It had been that way since they had met two weeks ago…and she resented it. Her home had been her only quiet place and Max invaded the tranquil atmosphere.

  Kelly was a psychic, a true freak of nature, able to see what others could not. She could see and converse with ghosts. Max was the first live person who had ever been in her mind. Okay....maybe he was just undead and not really a live person. But he was definitely unusual. He could communicate with her from a distance. Usually she could only speak to ghosts when she was in their presence.

  She took off her jacket and hung it neatly in the closet. She knew she bordered on obsession when it came to order and organization. Probably because it's the only thing I can control in my life. It made sense when she had so little control over the abilities which had made the rest of her life pretty unpredictable.

  She had thought she had gained some control over her abilities...until she met Max.

  During her childhood and adolescence, her parents had taken her to various child psychologists, each one having a different diagnosis and a different pill to cure her "mental illnesses". Once Kelly became an adult she sought help from another psychic, knowing she needed much more than pills or therapy. She had broken free from all of the drugs and honed her abilities to block out unwanted communication when she needed to focus on other things. She could function in the world now without everyone laughing at her and whispering behind her back about her oddities, but she would never completely fit in. She had always been a misfit, alone and separate, but at least now she could give the appearance of being normal.

  Max had disrupted her peace, shattered her illusion. She had only met him once and very briefly. She was exiting one of the downtown buildings one evening after a meeting when they had bumped arms, brushing against each other as they passed through the automatic doors.

  She apologized and he had answered back.

  But neither had spoken aloud.

  She would have thought he was a ghost if he hadn't been so real, but he had been very real and very solid. As soon as she had understood what he was...she ran. She had been running ever since. Too bad Max Duran couldn't take no for an answer. He dogged her every night. He filled her nights with conversation and her days with contemplation.

  Kelly microwaved her dinner and worked on some of her drawings and ideas for her current project. As an interior designer she brought work home with her often. She was actually able to accomplish a lot with no Max in her head.

  Where was Max?

  Was there to be no conversation tonight? The thought both relieved and depressed her. While it was true that he irritated her, he also was her relief from loneliness. She had felt alone since childhood. It was nice sometimes to have someone to talk to that was different. Someone that would accept her just as she was.

  She could feel his loneliness too. There was longing in his voice that he couldn't disguise.

  The last thing I need is a vampire friend. I'm weird enough as it is.

  Kelly plumped her pillows as she
climbed into bed. She had an early morning tomorrow and she didn't need another conversation with Max tonight.

  "Good evening, my love."

  Kelly's heart flip flopped as she heard his silky, baritone voice in her head.

  "Good nIght, Max. I'm going to sleep." She answered with conviction as she rolled over onto her side and closed her eyes, determined not to give in to his languid voice.

  "I missed you." His whisper echoed in her mind.

  "Where were you?" Curiosity got the best of her.

  "I was looking in on your sister. Since you seem immune to my charm, I was hoping she might be more receptive." His tone was casual, but there was intent in the statement.