The Sheriff and the Strumpet

“Get your slimy hand off of me!”

Violet struggled in Sheriff Jebediah Monroe's strong grip as he hauled her along.  However, with her hands secured behind her back, there was little she could do to free herself.  The sheriff pulled up short in the dusty street, making her run into him.  He turned abruptly and brought her up close to his body, her back to his chest, wrapping his arms securely around her scantily clad figure.

“Stop your struggling, Hellcat,” he sneered in her ear.  “I caught you fair and square this time, and you're going to spend the night in the Starkville City Jail.”

“I wasn't doing anything!” Violet spat back, twisting and turning as much as she could, trying to free herself from his arms.  “I was visiting my poor dead mother, Lord rest her soul.  You saw me!  All I was doing was talking to her and laying flowers on her grave!”

“Liar!  You were trespassing on church grounds.  There's a new law—just passed today—that says you have to get permission from the parson before going to the graveyard.  The parson granted no one permission to be on church grounds today.  You violated the law; now you have to pay!”

Violet shuddered as Jebediah moved one of his arms up so he could cup her full, round breast.  “Of course,” he said huskily, breathing in the scent of rose-water on her skin, “if you'd rather not go to jail, I could think of another way for you to spend the night:  one that would be mutually beneficial for the both of us.  Of course, you wouldn't get paid, but I'd let you go free and clear in the morning.”

He ground his groin into her bottom, letting her know in no uncertain terms just what sort of arrangement he had in mind.

She turned her head and gave him a false smile.  “I may be a whore, Sheriff, but I ain't giving you the satisfaction of having my body in exchange for my freedom!”

With that, she spat in his face.

The sheriff roared in indignation and pushed her to the ground.  With handcuffs restraining her arms behind her back, Violet gave a cry as she landed roughly on her side.  Jebediah mopped up her spittle with a handkerchief before bending down to leer in her face.

“Just for that, I ought to let you rot in that jail for a hundred years!” the sheriff barked.

Violet slowly struggled to sit up.  “Hmph!  As if I would even be alive in 1961!” she muttered under her breath.

“However,” the sheriff continued, “since I'm a reasonable man, that little stunt will merely cost you another two nights in jail.”

Violet glared at the sheriff, and he laughed at her.  “I'm sure three nights without income will teach you to go into a different profession.  You might consider becoming a school marm or some other more respectable position,...if your future employer would ignore your current unscrupulous career.”

Violet bit her lip.  She was already short on funds and couldn't afford to go three nights without work.  She sighed, knowing the sheriff had her right where he wanted her:  in his bed.

“Fine, Sheriff.  I'm...yours for the night.”

“I'm sorry; what was that?” he asked her mockingly.

She glared at him and struggled to her feet.  “I said,” she hissed, “that I'd rather not spend the next three nights in jail—even if it means having to sleep with you!”

Jebediah crossed his arms, drawing Violet's attention to his well-defined chest.  Despite herself, she had to admit the sheriff was a handsome, virile man.  She could definitely do worse.

“You'll have to do better than that, Hellcat.  Beg me.”

Violet narrowed her eyes at him.  How dare he humiliate her like this!  She fumed for a few moments before acknowledging that she had no choice.

Adopting a sultry expression on her face and licking her lips, she swayed her hips as she closed the distance between them.  His eyes raked over her, and she smirked at him.  She knew how her breasts were plumped enticingly above her corseted waist and how her skirts were high enough to show off her dainty ankles and feet.  She pressed herself firmly against him, molding her soft curves to the hard planes of his body, noting how his eyes darkened with lust.

“Please, Sheriff,” she said in a husky voice, reaching up to place a delicate kiss on his strong jaw.  “I need you.  Take me to your bed and make passionate love to me!”

Jebediah cursed, his body hardening sharply.  He scooped her into his arms and carried her swiftly into the Sheriff's Office across the street, where he deposited her on his bed in the back.  He re-shackled her arms above her head and proceeded to take her roughly, leaving both of them fully clothed in his haste.

In the aftermath, as they both were breathing heavily, their clothes sticking to their sweaty bodies, Violet gave him a soft kiss on his temple.  “Jeb, honey, my arms are getting sore.”

“Oh!  Sorry, Vi!  You should have said something sooner!”  Jebediah hastily undid her handcuffs and began to gently rub her sore wrists.

Violet smiled at her husband.  “No damage done, Sweetheart.  Besides, you know how much I enjoy being restrained when you take me.”

Jebediah leered at her and swooped in to give her a passionate kiss.  “You know I would never truly hurt you,” he whispered as he placed gentle kisses along her cheek and down her jaw, making her moan.

“I know,” Violet murmured in response.  “Although I have to admit, the addition of a little violence made this particular role-play that much hotter.”

Jebediah merely grunted as his hands began to mold his wife's curvy figure once more.  Violet smiled and closed her eyes as she lost herself once again to her husband's pleasurable ministrations.  This was definitely a fantasy they'd have to revisit in the future!