The Pleasure of His Punishment : The Complete Collection

by J. S. Scott

  She yelped as she felt a clamping on her sensitive, hard nipple. It was a nipple clamp and it hurt, squeezing her tightly, slowing the circulation. Her body revolted and she whimpered. As he laved her other nipple she knew what was coming. He clamped it on as she squealed.

  "Oh God. They hurt." She looked down at the clothespin type clamps sticking out prominently from her nipples.

  She panted as the pain shot through her body. Everything was magnified now and his hands on her body was almost like torture. Erotic torture. He stroked her thighs as he sat on a stool between her legs. She was feeling every sensation with an intensity that was threatening to drive her insane.

  She jerked against her imprisonment as his hot tongue stroked along her tender lower lips, sliding through her moist pussy with tormenting strokes. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her back arched, trying to get more pressure, more stimulation. She murmured incoherently, babbling, "Yes. Please. More."

  She screamed as he twisted the ring on her anal plug, intensifying the sensation of his tongue. It ran lightly over her hard nub and circled, over and over. Her head thrashed and she fought her restraints, unable to contain her passionate response.

  It was too much. The line between pleasure and pain was blurred. It all combined, ready to combust.

  "I can't do this anymore. Please. I need to come." She was pleading, shame not even a shadow in her mind. She had one thought in her mind...and that was release. Her body was ready to explode with sensual, erotic pulses that grew stronger and stronger.

  She lost track of time and rational thought. She was whirling, drowning in sensation, dizzy from pleasure.

  She heard someone screaming and it took her several moments to realize it was her screaming for satisfaction. Begging, pleading. "I need it. Please. Please."

  Ryan rose from his chair, his eyes torrid and fierce. "Who is your master?"

  "You are," she replied immediately, ready to give him anything, do anything to make him happy.

  He unzipped his jean and lowered them enough to free himself. His cock popped out heavy and engorged.

  "Beg me for it. Call me Sir," he coaxed as he wet the head of his member in her folds.

  Anything. Everything. Whatever he wanted. She had to have him now. "Please fuck me, Sir. Please."

  She saw his eyes light with triumph. He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. "You are a good girl, Hannah. Time for your reward."

  Her heart thumped with pleasure at his praise as he grasped her thighs and pushed slowly inside of her aching, empty channel.

  She gasped as he filled and stretched her. He was large and it had been a while, but the pressure sucked her breath from her body. He left the plug inserted inside of her ass and her walls had to extend to accept him.

  He groaned. "Christ. You're so tight and wet, Hannah."

  She moaned as he pulled out and thrust back in hard. He slid roughly along her g-spot, and she tried to lift her hips as he retreated and pumped hard back into her.

  "Oh God. Yes. Harder." Her exclamation came out in a harsh raspy voice that she didn't even recognize as her own.

  Her hips came up to meet every invasion of his cock which was slamming into her. He gave it to her rough and hard. She need it that way. No mercy.

  Ryan toyed with her plug as he pummeled her with deep, fast strokes.

  Faster. Then faster still. He was pressing against her womb, taking her completely.

  She gave herself over, mindless to anything but her impending orgasm that was threatening to rip her apart.

  He moved his hand from her plug and plunged it between their bodies. One pinch of her clit and she was tumbled over the edge.

  "That's it, baby. Let go," Ryan encouraged as he continued to thrust into her. His breathing was ragged and heavy, but he never let up on his pace.

  Her climax didn't hit with gentle ripples of pleasure. Instead, it slammed into her like a full force gale, a hurricane that rocked her body, pulsating through her entire being. She threw her head back and screamed as her body trembled and exploded.

  Her heart was racing and she was hyperventilating to try to get oxygen into her body as Ryan buried himself inside of her. He cursed as his hot stream released deep in her channel. His hands were clenching and releasing on her thighs as he came.

  He stayed buried inside of her as his head landed on her shoulder. She could feel his chest heaving. Both of them were sweating and drenched.

  He recovered his senses first and pulled himself out of her. He sat on the stool and untied her leg restraints and then stood to release her restrained wrists, fumbling a little as he worked.

  She winced as he removed the breast clamps and circulation began to flow back into her nipples. The plug came out of her rear without pain.

  She laid there, unable to think, not capable of moving. What the hell had just happened to her? She didn't know it was possible to have an orgasm that intense.

  Ryan released her leather cuffs and pulled her up and into his arms. He carried her to a bed that was pushed up against one wall and collapsed with her in his arms. His body broke the fall and she ended up sprawled on top of him.

  She moved to one side, but he pulled her against him.

  They recovered together, their breath and minds slowly returning to rational thought. Her body was humming and tingling from satisfaction.

  "I don't know if I will ever be able to look at you over a conference table or in the courtroom again and not want to fuck you senseless." His comment came out in a strangled rush.

  Hannah smiled and flushed, imagining them having to meet again after this. It might be a little awkward. She leaned up on her elbow, staring down at his incredible body. She kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Thank you, Ryan."

  He turned his head and impaled her with a glance. "For what?" He sounded genuinely confused.

  "For fulfilling a fantasy. It was an amazing birthday." She couldn't lie to him or try to blow it off. It was a life changing experience for her. He had freed her from shame and completely blown her mind. "This will always be our secret. I'll never tell anyone."

  "It's not the end, Hannah. This is the beginning." He propped himself on one arm so that they were face to face.

  She met his eyes and told him honestly, "I can't do this again with you, Ryan. I don't have casual sex. This was an extraordinary experience for me, but if it hadn't been you here today...this wouldn't have happened."

  "I want you to be with me, Hannah. Not casually or lightly. I want to see where this goes." He stroked her cheek gently and she could see that he was serious.

  "I can't live this lifestyle all of the time, Ryan. I'm sorry. I like to be submissive in the bedroom but I can't change who I am." Looking at him, she sort of wished she could.

  "I don't want you to change. I don't live this lifestyle all of the time." He sighed. "I've always wanted a committed relationship but I wanted a woman who was intelligent and had a mind of her own outside of the bedroom and was submissive in bed." He shot her a lopsided grin that made her heart skip a beat. "I've just never found the right one. I even enjoy vanilla sex sometimes. Although I still like to be a little bit dominant even then. I won't lie to you about that, Hannah."

  She looked perplexed. "Then why are you an instructor."

  "I'm not. Mike's a friend of mine. When he couldn't get in touch with you on your cell phone...he called me. He only asked me to come over and catch you here to let you know he couldn't be here when you arrived. He had an emergency and had to leave. I wasn't supposed to be a substitute. He just asked me to give you the note from Cindy in your file and tell you to call him to reschedule. I was just doing him a favor. I only live ten minutes from here."

  "So you weren't really supposed to..." her voice trailed off as she tried to take in the information.

  "Teach you your lessons?," he answered with a wi
cked grin. "No. I wasn't. But don't ask me to be sorry because I'm not. You were too damned tempting. I didn't know you were the trainee. This wouldn't have happened had it been anyone else. I had planned on being in and out of here in five minutes."

  She tried hard to be angry, but it fizzled as she looked at him. He was mischievous and his smile made her heart melt.

  He was a bad boy. She suddenly realized she had a real weakness for sinful men that made no apologies for it. Or maybe she just had a weakness for Ryan. He broke down her defenses in a way no other man ever had.

  He leaned forward and gave her a kiss that made her toes curl. When she came up for air she mused, "I guess we have nothing to lose."

  "How about a shower and a birthday dinner?" He rose from the bed and stripped off his jeans and briefs, leaving him gloriously nude.

  She might be cautious...but she wasn't crazy. She took his extended hand and let him help her up. Her legs wobbled and he caught her around the waist and lifted her into his arms.

  She laughed as he swept her up. "I can walk, Ryan."

  "I know you can." He didn't put her down as he strode toward the shower. "But you don't have to." His impish grin was back.

  "Don't think I'll let you take control all of the time," she warned him, the laughter in her voice negating any anger at his dominate behavior.

  "You didn't say that when you were calling me Sir and begging to come," he reminded her playfully.

  She swatted him on the shoulder as he made his way to the bathroom. "Don't expect it again."

  "We'll see, Hannah," he answered in a warning voice that amused her.

  His comment challenged her and normally she would rise to the bait, but she was too happy to argue. She rested her head on his shoulder and let him take her to the shower.

  Thank you, Cindy. The thought went out to her friend wherever she was.

  Even though Ryan was her accidental dom…he was the best birthday present she had ever received.

  In Trouble With The Boss (The Pleasure Of His Punishment: An Erotic Sex Story Of Sexual Submission)

  Lori Kincaid knew she was in trouble.

  She had been summoned to Mr. Walker’s office just as she had been about to shut down her computer and end her long work day. She sighed as she finished shutting down her computer and pulled her purse from her desk drawer, already suspecting what Mr. Walker wanted to talk to her about.

  She had known “borrowing” money from the petty cash box was wrong, but it wasn’t as if returning the cash wasn’t her first priority. Payday was coming at the end of the week and Lori had planned on returning the money the moment her check was cashed.

  She had been so damned desperate after her now ex-boyfriend had up and left her after entirely cleaning out her bank account. He hadn’t left her a single penny…not even for gas to get to work, much less enough to feed herself until payday.

  How had she ended up with such a loser? Her friends had warned her. Michael , who was a self proclaimed artist-in-the-making, could never hold a job and hadn’t shown much interest in obtaining one. Why would he need to when she had been so willing to support him? She had ended up being a real dupe, thinking that having a boyfriend – even if he was a bad one - was better than being alone since she wasn’t exactly a beauty queen. Now that she was alone, broke and probably about to become unemployed, the being alone part didn’t sound so bad.

  Lori ducked into the bathroom to use the facilities and make sure her appearance was appropriate to appear in front of her boss, Matthew Walker. She knew she was stalling, holding off the inevitable. Twisting her hair back into it’s clip severely, she tried to make sure the wayward strands of blonde hair were all secured.

  She had worked for Mr. Walker for almost a year. He paid her a very good salary as his Office Manager and Paralegal, but she really didn’t know him well at all. He was an excellent attorney and a raving workaholic who spent most of his time during the day in court and long hours in the office in the evening. He rarely smiled and he communicated what he wanted done mostly in writing or by telephone. During their brief encounters in the office he was abrupt, but never unkind. Damn it! She loved her job. She was a one person office and enjoyed running Walker Legal Services. With bills to pay and no money to pay them, she really needed her job. She could end up on the streets without a paycheck.

  He trusted me…and I let him down.

  Lori put a hand to her rolling stomach and propped her other one on the sink to support her shaking legs. She should have just told her boss what had happened and requested his assistance, but she had felt like such an idiot. Now all she could feel was the shame of betraying a boss that have given her a shot even though she hadn’t had much experience in the field a year ago.

  She took one last glance in the mirror as she smoothed imaginary wrinkles from her conservative, knee-length skirt. She grimaced at her ordinary, girl-next-door face. She wasn’t ugly, but she had an ordinary face that basically blended into the woodwork. Nothing striking about her looks, and she had a personality that did absolutely nothing to draw attention to herself. Quiet, conservative and boring. Most of the time she didn’t mind being average. There were only occasional moments where she wished she was a blonde bombshell with huge boobs and a vivacious personality.

  Lori took a deep breath and let it out as she opened the bathroom door. Her conservative high heels clicked over the hardwood floors in the lobby as she made her way nervously down the office hallway to Mr. Walker’s personal office. She tapped lightly several times on the closed door.

  “Come in.” His deep baritone voice sounded stern and uninviting.

  Lori opened the door to find her boss buried in work as usual. His fingers were flying over the computer keyboard and he didn’t even glance her direction.

  “Have a seat, Ms. Kinkaid.”

  Lori’s heart flip flopped as it always did when she saw her boss. Matthew Walker was a no-nonsense man, serious and professional...but he was incredibly attractive. He was over six feet of hard-muscled body and had the face of an angel with striking blue eyes that more often than not were glacial or impassive. His blonde hair was always cut short and immaculately groomed. A business suite was the only attire she had ever seen him in and he wore it as naturally as his own skin.

  Lori admired him professionally, even though she barely knew him personally. He was probably ten years older than herself, which would put him in his early thirties, and he was driven. He had accomplished so much for a man his age through pure determination and a schedule that would probably kill a normal man. But Matthew Walker was no average guy.

  He let her sit and stew in silence for about five minutes before he shut down his computer and looked her in the eye. Right at the moment his blue eyes were glacial and coated with ice.

  “Do you know why I wanted to see you, Ms. Kincaid?” He stood up from his chair and walked around to the front of the desk. He leaned his hip against the desk and crossed his arms, towering over her with a grave expression on his face.

  “I’m...n-not quite...certain, Mr. Walker.” She was stammering nervously. Guilty! She knew it and he knew it. God…how she hated herself.

  “You have worked for me for nearly a year, Ms. Kincaid.” He shot her a disappointed look she had never seen before. “I would never have imagined that you were a thief. I trusted you with my office, which is nearly my whole life.”

  He trusted me. He trusted me. Somehow, this man’s disappointed hurt even worse than Michael’s desertion.

  How could she explain? “Oh...the money! Sir...I swear I only borrowed it. My boyfriend left me and cleaned out my bank account. I just needed some money for gas and food until I get paid. I was going to return it.” It sounded lame, but it was the truth.

  “The struggling artist who can never keep a real job actually left you?” It was a question, but very nearly a statement. It was as if he already knew.
The tone took Lori by surprise. She hadn’t realized he knew anything about her personal life.

  “Y-yes sir. He took everything I had.” She was close to tears as she chocked out her reply.

  “I can’t abide a thief, Ms. Kincaid. No matter what the reason, you stole from me.”

  “I know I did, Mr. Walker, but I was desperate. I wouldn’t have ever done it otherwise.” She hung her head, knowing she never should have done it at all.

  He sighed and shifted until he was half sitting on the desk and close enough to touch her. Close enough for her to smell his clean, masculine scent. She wanted to move away, yet she wanted to get closer. His scent had always made her dizzy with longing.

  “I can’t trust you anymore, Ms. Kincaid. I’m afraid I have to let you go. I can’t leave my office in the hands of a thief.” There was regret mixed with anger in his tone.