Table Of ContentTHE PLEASURE OF HIS PUNISHMENT : THE
COMPLETE COLLECTION
10 EROTIC SEX STORIES OF SEXUAL
SUBMISSION
BY
J. S. SCOTT
The Billionaire Next Door THE
Copyright © 2012 by J.S. Scott
MILLIONAIRE AND THE LIBRARIAN
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RIDING WITH THE COP
2012 by J.S. Scott Copyright © 2012 by
J.S. Scott
SECRET DESIRES OF THE COUNSELOR
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In Trouble With The Boss
2012 by J.S. Scott Copyright © 2012 by
J.S. Scott
ROUGH RIDE WITH A COWBOY
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Scott
ROUGH DAY FOR THE TEACHER
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A Forfeit For A Cowboy
J.S. Scott Copyright © 2012 by J.S. Scott
JUST WHAT THE DOCTOR ORDERED
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Wicked Romance Of A Vampire
2012 by J.S. Scott Copyright ©
2012 by J.S. Scott
The Billionaire Next Door (An Erotic Sex Story Of
Sexual Blackmail And Domination)
It all started over a cat.
Holly West cursed as she jumped and threw her leg over the ornate, black, metal
fence. She wasn't tall, but she could jump high enough to grip the top and pull
herself over. She landed with a graceful leap to the ground on the opposite side
and frowned as she looked back at the offending barrier. It had sharp metal
posts along the top that could have ruptured several vital organs.
Her brow continued to wrinkle as she gazed at her camera and equipment on the
other side of the fence. She hated to leave it, but wasn't about to scale this fence
trying to carry her equipment. It would just have to wait until she returned. It
was a beautiful summer day and it wasn't likely to get stolen. Her small log
home and this opulent. extravagant residence were the only ones in the general
area.
She lived in the perfect place for her work as a photographer. This thriving
mountain community was home to some of the most breathtaking vistas and
harbored some fantastic wildlife. Her small studio in town and various other
types of contracted photography paid the bills...but photographing outdoor shots,
especially wildlife, was her real passion.
She turned from the fence and started striding toward what sounded like a cat
yowling. Holly had a weakness for cats. With two of her own that helped keep
her loneliness at bay, she just couldn’t ignore the pleading, desperate cry. It
sounded like a feline in distress.
She had been out shooting pictures of the mountains when she had heard the ear
piercing, plaintive sound that had prompted her to make her way in this
direction. It lead her to the boundaries of the residence of Logan Chandler.
She shivered even though the early summer day was warm. She knew him.
Who didn’t know Logan Chandler, the young, billionaire owner of Chandler
Corporation? This was his vacation home. As the towering, massive, two story
brick home came into view she had to wonder what his main residence looked
like when he had a vacation home that looked more like a resort than a
residence.
Logan was her nearest neighbor and she had run into him during his visits to his
vacation house. He was an avid skier that visited often in the winter and she
noticed that he seemed to be spending more and more time here in the summer.
She met up with him fairly often during his visits...but always by accident. They
frequented some of the same hiking trails and it wasn’t unusual to run into him
during his time here in the summer. Even after changing her route several times,
Holly still seemed to encounter Logan Chandler far more often than she would
have desired.
It wasn’t that she was exactly avoiding him. Well…okay…maybe she was
going slightly out of her way to decrease the chances of meeting up with him.
Logan wasn’t unpleasant. He was, in fact, quite the opposite. The man was
immensely charming, intelligent and so incredibly handsome that he was the
main event – actually the only event – in every one of her hottest erotic fantasies,
but she couldn’t accept any of his frequent invitations to go out with him. The
last thing she needed was to date a playboy billionaire. She definitely wasn't a
socialite and she wasn't into one night stands. Some day...when she was
ready...she wanted a committed relationship with a man she didn't have to try…
and fail…to fix.
Not that Logan Chandler needed fixing. He was just too compelling...too
handsome...too successful. Oh hell...he was just too much of everything.
Maybe that’s why you refuse him. He’s a guy who actually has his shit
together. That’s pretty frightening for a woman like you.
Ridiculous. She wasn’t afraid of Logan…she just didn’t want to get involved,
she tried to convince herself as she approached the tree containing the livid cat.
The crying feline was stuck in a tree. It was a cottonwood that ran right next to
the brick structure.
Holly sat back and evaluated the situation. She would have to jump for the
lowest branch and pull herself up. The cat wasn't that high...but high enough.
She had on sturdy hiking boots, but her cut off jeans and tank top were hardly
great protection against the branches.
She took her dark blonde ponytail and stuck it under her top in the back so that it
wouldn't get snarled while she tried to wade through the dangerous route that she
was mapping in her mind.
The black cat was young. Not really a kitten, but not a mature cat either. It
looked down at her with a pathetic, helpless look as it continued to whine.
"All right, all right. I'm on my way." She sighed aloud as she jumped for the
lower branch.
She was such a dupe.
Holly navigated the branches carefully, trying not to get herself scratched up
during her rescue attempt. She had to move carefully to find footholds strong
enough to support her.
Was she insane to make this risky climb? The branches were flimsy and many
of them were on a slanted curve downward that made slipping a rather distinct
possibility.
Oh, well. She had always been a sucker, she reminded herself as she plowed her
way through another dense patch of heavy vines. Her last boyfriend had drained
her dry financially and she was still paying the bills for it. She hadn't dated
another man since and that had been two years ago. She had been working on
her co-dependent tendencies ever since. "You would think by the age of twenty-
six you would have learned not to be a rescuer. It's gotten you into nothing but
trouble," she muttered to herself as she slid carefully to another branch, trying
not to look down at how far she had already ascended. She might survive the
fall, but it would certainly break a few bones.
Holly wasn’t sure that her “rescuer” tendencies applied to cats. She was just
being...humane. She assured herself that it wasn't quite the same as picking a
loser boyfriend that she was continually making excuses for and trying to save.
She finally reached a branch that would allow her to grab the wailing cat by the
scruff of it's neck. She stretched and her hand landed on the soft fur.
She was breathing a sigh of relief when the cat suddenly scrambled out of her
hand and pranced gracefully down the branches of the tree, jumping nimbly to
the ground. It looked back at her with what she interpreted as a feline grin
before scampering off on it's merry way.
"Shit!" She cursed loudly as she tried to get her balance back. Her feet had lost
purchase on the solid branch beneath her and she slid to the end of the branches
where she couldn't find a foot hold. The branches were curved and light, making
it impossible for her to plant her feet. She grasped the branches over her head,
knowing she was going to fall. Her mind worked frantically to think of some
way to lessen the severity while she clung to the branches above her.
Nitwit. Sucker. Gudgeon. Dope.
Maybe she deserved to splatter to the ground below for attempting such a totally
useless stunt…but she sure as hell didn’t want to.
Just as she was resigned to the fact that she was going to break every bone in her
body, a window in the house swung open and Logan Chandler appeared.
It was a large window on the second story and he jumped up onto the ledge. It
was nearly even with her dangling body. It didn't support his full height so he
was hunched over, one arm above him inside of the house and the other coming
toward her. His reach was just inches short of her body.
"You have to swing toward me. Don't let go." His voice was deep and calm.
It wasn't as if she exactly wanted to let go and plunge to what would surely be
her death…or at least an enormous amount of pain, but she wasn't exactly
spider-woman. She kept a death grip on the branches above as she tried to swing
her legs toward him.
Just as her hands were about to slip and let go...he caught her. He grabbed the
waist of her jean shorts and yanked…hard. He caught her as she slammed into
his body, the momentum taking them both flying through the window, hitting
the plush carpet with a muffled thud. She ended up sprawled on top of him in an
awkward heap.
She was breathless and shaking. "Oh God, Logan. I'm sorry. You could have
been hurt. Are you okay," Dumb question. She had landed full force on top of
him. Of course he wasn’t okay.
She scrambled off of him, trying to see if he was injured.
His eyes were shooting fire as he rose to his feet, slightly winded from having a
crazy woman fly through his window and crash down on top of him.
She stood up slowly, slightly dizzy and off balance, her adrenaline still kicking
through her body.
She was still stunned by his very brave move. He could have easily fallen with
her. He had pulled with just the right momentum to have them both fall back
through the window. He had also taken the brunt of the fall, her body cushioned
by his larger, muscular frame.
She realized they were standing in what must be his bedroom. He was dressed
in a pair of jeans and...nothing else. His hair was damp and she assumed he had
just gotten out of the shower.
"Are you hurt?," his voice was curt as he ran his hands over her body. He
looked at her scraped hands with a frown. "I'll get something for that."
He walked into a bathroom that was situated right off the master bedroom. He
came back and opened a tube of what she assumed was antibiotic ointment. He
rubbed it into both of her palms with a gentle touch, even though he was still
scowling.
They were minor scratches. They didn't even hurt. "I'm fine, Logan."
"You could have been killed, Holly. What the hell were you thinking?" He put
the ointment on the bedside table and faced her.
He was furious, but even in anger he was the most handsome man she had ever
seen. His light blonde hair was still damp and he kept it in a casual, neat style
that curled down to the nape of his neck. Deep blue eyes that were flashing fire
collided with her concerned, green-eyed gaze. Her face flaming with
embarrassment, she surveyed the muscular body of a man that definitely didn't
sit in an office chair every moment of the day.
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.
