Cole gave a soft but audible gasp. She wasn't dressed in her usual male attire, instead she was dressed in a deep green, the color of a sun graced emerald, satin dress. The waist was narrow and the neck line plunging, breasts teasingly peeked above the bodice. Her coppery locks were gathered in ringlets at the top of her head,  wispy strands escaping to curl attractively near her cheek.  He swallowed back hard, knowing she had something new in mind for him.

"Justice, I'm damn tired of..."
 
She laughed and shook her head, reaching for the pins the held her hair in place. "No your not, Younger. Not even close to being tired of all this. Its part of who you are." She sighed as her hair tumbled down her back.

"This ain't what I want. I like my women submissive. I like them...."
 
"You lie, Cole, and badly." She sneered, laying the pins of the table beside the bed and picking up a little something she had left there earlier for just this moment. She slapped the flexible riding crop against her gloved palm. "You like your woman just like me. Now lie to me again, Cole." The challenge hung in the air for a moment before she leaned in and ran her tongue around the inner shell of his ear. "Tell me you hate me for this, Cole. Tell me you hate me because I'm not easy for you. I don't...."
 
"Bitch!" He growled, jerking his head away from her. "You know I hate you, Justice."
 
************
 
Bob was just raising his hand to knock at his brother's door when he head the heated growl from inside. He took a sudden step back, surprised beyond reason that his brother would speak to a woman in suck a way.

"Cole? You okay?" He shouted through to the other side.
 
He waited, leaning close to the door and turning his head so that he could hear anything that might be happening in the room.

***********
 
"Come on, yell for your brother's help...." She lapped along his throat, sucking at the skin for a moment. "Maybe he'll even come in here gun drawn and shoot me dead. Wouldn't you just love that. I mean, after all you do hate me soooo much."

"I'm fine, Bob. Just leave me the hell alone." He yelled at the door with enough venom he knew would keep Bob away from the room for a good long while.

"Mmmmm..." Justice ran the tip of her tongue along his extended bicep. "You sure you wanna do that?"

"Very sure.." He growled with a growing want, a near desperate need gnawing at him.

******
"Fine. See if I worry about you anymore, Coleman Younger." He shouted in turn. But he knew full well that he would always watch his brother's back, no matter the treatment he got for his trouble.

 
"What in the world's gotten into him." Bob whispered, walking away from the door. His mind trying to puzzle through the happenings inside the room. Finally, he shrugged and gave up, thinking he would mention it to Jesse or maybe Frank.
 
*******
 
Justice heard the retreating foot steps and sighed, reaching down and whipping away the sheet that covered the lower portion of Cole's nude form. Her hand caressing along the inside of his thighs until she came upon his scrotum, her fingers fondling the tightening mounds.

"You really want me to let you go, Cole? Right now? Before the fun even starts?" She asked, a pout thick in her voice.
 
"You know the answer to that question, Jus, don't make me answer it." He moaned his hips rolling against the warmed sheets, his erection curving wantonly into the mattress.
 
"Then you'll let me finish tying you?" Her voice was strained, her own seeping need making itself sorely known.
 
"Do it....Just goddamn do it." He bucked against his bound wrists his body screaming with the need for a heady satisfying release.
 
Moving her gloved hand back down his legs she grasp one ankle and brought it to the corner post and tying it tightly with another leather lacing, moments later she had both secured and was standing beside the bed smiling, admiring her cleverness. She reached onto the mattress for the discarded riding crop and applied it suddenly, without warning to his shoulder.
 
"DAMNIT!" He hissed through a clenched jaw, his eyes slamming shut at the rush of pain.
 
"That got you attention, didn't it?" She hissed near his ear, her free hand working the pearled buttons that ran between her breast, stopping mid way down her torso. Again she applied the crop this time across the hollow of his back, watching him tense against the pain, his muscles gathering and standing out against the assault.
 
"Justice, more..." He demanded twisting against the leather, his body on fire. A fire that radiated out from the pit of his stomach and settled through him in trembling waves.
 
It was the third and final time that she dropped the crop, with punishing force, against him. The thickly muscled globes of his rear quarters took the brunt of the abuse and he arched against the pain with her name on his lips.
 
Cole turned his head watching her as the burning along the thin welts raced along his flesh. His eyes devoured her as she worked the final few buttons of the dress and slithered out of it, letting it pool at her feet. There was something that resembled a feral growl as he saw that her lower half was fully nude, the upper proportions cinched tight in a corset.
 
"Justice..."
 
She shook her head knowing he was going to try and take her, to ease his need then and there but she wouldn't release him for that. She wouldn't give into short moments of wild passion that would be over far to quickly. NO, her way was better.
 
"No...Not just yet, sweetheart." She leaned in and kissed his lips gently, almost lovingly and she instantly heard him sigh.
 
Turning she moved to the chair in the corner and eased against it's rough brocade fabric, slowly spreading her thighs for him. Opening herself so the he could see perfectly the glistening pink opening there.
 
"Christ..." He hissed as he watched her trail a gloved finger of her slicked sex. His mouth watered in response, wanting her so badly that he began another serious of grinds against the mattress.
 
"Shhhh..." She smiled, lifting the crop and replacing her finger with its smooth wooden handle.
 
Cole thought he was loosing all hold on reality when he watched her insert the crop inside her quivering channel, his mind spun with the smooth inward slide. He couldn't help but move in time with her as she thrust the crop in and out over and over, working her own body like he only dreamed of doing.
 
"Oh god! Mmmmm...God, Cole! I'm soo close..." She panted wanting, needing to hear his voice as she hit the peak of her pleasure.
 
"Come on, Justice, just give into it..." He responded, his nostrils flaring as he caught the faintest scent of her lubricating essence.
 
That was all the encouragement she needed suddenly finding herself tumbling into the depths of her own completion, her own tidal wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her thighs trembled as her inner walls spasmed around the hardness buried inside her. Fading cries of his name echoed around the room to slowly fade into the walls surrounding them. Slowly leveling smoldering eyes on him she suddenly knew just how to proceed with him, how to pleasure him like she was certain no other could.
 
That look, the look that spoke of his decent into the fiery pits of hell, washed over him and he jerked at the bindings again. She could be viciously erotic or brutally torturous and Cole wondered which he was about to be treated to. His wait wasn't long as she moved to the edge of the bed and ran a gentled hand from the top of his head, down his back, and across him rear quarters.
 
She smiled, sated for the moment but ready to stoke the fires of her own desire as she applied herself to breaking Cole Younger to her dominance. Turning she crawled between his thighs, pausing there for a moment to lay the crop aside and grasp the twin slops of his ass. Parting the hard muscled flesh she stared entranced at the small puckered opening in his body.
 
"What the hell are you doin, Jus..." Cole barked, trying to inch away from her overly intimate attention. Inwardly cringing at the thought of a woman finding pleasure in that part of him. But all of his preconceived notions of propriety flew out the window in the next second as he felt the warm wet attention around the forbidden orifice. "Holy Christ, Justice.....Mmmmm.." He pushed back, silently pleading for more.
 
Laving her tongue against such a foreign area, instantly had her wanting again. This had been the first inclination, having just over heard some working girls talking about a Yankee that had asked for such a pleasure, that she would indulge in the odd act. But she couldn't be more elated that she had chosen Cole to explore it with, what they had called rimming. Finally, she reached for the crop again and moved it to the trail her tongue had forged, ever so slowly inserting it into the tight portal.
 
"No...Justice...Don't.." He nearly yelped before he caught himself and bit roughly into his bottom lip. The burning pain tore into him as his body stretched to accommodate the crops handle.
 
Moments later she smiled as the handle sank fully into his resisting body, and she paused allowing him to acclimate to the intrusion. Her fingers going between her own thighs as she waited, her fingers gliding quickly over the small sensitive nub there. But her immediate need was forgotten as Cole began to squirm and she knew then that he was ready, wanting it, this first time intrusion.
 
With the pain turning to a heavy throbbing need Cole buried his face in his pillow moaning wildly into the fabric. He couldn't contain himself any longer and thrust backwards and was rewarded when she drew the handle back, almost allowing it to slip from him, and plunged it hard back inside.
 
Several thrusts into the erotic exploration Justice decided to increase her ministrations, increase what she was giving. Reaching around him with her free hand she grasp his leaking cock and slid her gloved hand long the pulsating flesh.
 
"Oh fuck...Yeah, Jus....More.."
 
He was near to pleading but Justice didn't need it, not now, not like this. She stroked in time with the plunges and felt the instant that his thick member expanded that fraction of an inch before he was lost to his own release.
 
Cole arched as much as he possibly could against his bindings as his cock exploded with a jetting released into the sheets below him, thick oozing cream slid over Justice's hand. He quickly found his throat raspy and raw from the climatic shouts that had just been issued from his throat. As the after shocks faded he sagged back to the bed, feeling her moving away and a sudden freeing of his limbs. Turning his head he watched her saunter back to the chair, assuming the position she had earlier, and her delicate fingers sank into her wet sheath.
 
He lay there watching her for moments on end, waiting for just the right moment, waiting for his body to react and the instant it did he pushed from the bed. His smooth amble carried him to her. With a rough yank he lifted her from the chair, eliciting a surprised gasp from her.
 
"Cole?..."
 
He carried her to the bed and tossed her into the middle of its softness instantly sinking between her thighs. With one quick snap of his hips his renewed erection was buried deeply inside her. His face held a devilish smiled as she arched wildly, her body withering, knowing that no matter what she thought HE was in charge when it came to making love.
 
*************
 
Bob sat shaking his head, tipping his glass to his lips. His brother remained on his mind long after he left the hotel and found the rest of the James Younger gang in the local saloon.
 
Frank glanced through the spiraling smoke that lifted from his pipe at his cousin. "Something on your mind, Bob?"
 
Jerking his eyes towards Frank he hesitantly nodded. "Yeah...I guess there is..."
 
Frank shrugged and scooted his chair a tad closer. "Might help if ya talk about it."
 
"Well, ya see...." He sat his glass down on the table, and leant his elbows onto it's worn surface. "I went to Cole's room this morning and knocked...just like always...and I heard him in there and he called some woman a....a bitch. Don't know what's gotten..."
 
Smiling Frank cut his eyes across the table to his brother Jesse, giving the younger man a knowing wink, and just as quickly turned his eyes back to Bob.
 
"Yeah, Bob, that would be Justice.
 
FINI