Punishable Offenses

Chapter One-3

“I might.” He saluted them with his drink as Robbie escorted Madeleine from the room.

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Everyone was clothed for dinner, though the six previously f*****g guests aboard Lani’s Dream looked pretty wasted when they came to dinner. Their raucous laughter was more muted; in fact, they seemed to be in a dreamy state of s****l satiation; their occasional erotic bantering did little to disturb the other guests aboard the yacht. Dinner was a gourmet barbecue where everyone milled around with drinks in hand waiting for the chef in his crisp, starched whites to serve up another delicious item straight off the grill. Grilled mango and pineapple, Jamaican chicken, Oriental pork, Thai beef.

Madeleine remained at Robbie’s side, which seemed like the only safe place. Robbie himself was more attentive, having realized that his earlier absence had left her uncomfortable and even a little miffed. Several times he apologized for being sidetracked by Sally—who now seemed more of an annoyance than a friend whose company he welcomed. They remained at opposite sides of the deck, Robbie’s jaw tensing every time the woman caught his eye. Madeleine had the feeling that there had been an argument between the two before Robbie came to rescue her from Daniel Prothero. Daniel himself joined them some minutes later looking vaguely bored with the party, though he was certainly interested in the food. He stood next to the grill talking to the chef as he ate, then was joined by a couple who’d come down from the top deck of the boat. After a brief conversation, Daniel excused himself and went back inside. Before he left, he nodded at Robbie, ignoring Madeleine completely. She’d cast a few furtive glances his way, finding even his presence on the deck disturbing, and she was much relieved when he was gone.

Buoyed by a full stomach, and with the effects of the liquor fading, Madeleine’s emotions finally settled from their previous uproar and she could enjoy the moonlit cruise. Though the rest of Robbie’s guests were still drinking heavily and the s****l antics were starting up again, they seemed more private now, with couples taking off for staterooms and salons and quiet corners of the yacht where their erotic play would continue in a less obvious way.

Although Madeleine feared that Robbie’s drinking would soon make him as amorous as his friends, he remained surprisingly restrained. Maybe Daniel Prothero was right; they’d wait to f**k on the fourth or fifth date—if there were a fourth or fifth date. If they f****d at all. In her mind, there was nothing fixed about a relationship with Robbie McKellar, and nothing to suggest that it continue. This was just a night aboard the family yacht. A date; that was all. She held a valuable position with the Endowment and she could not afford to jeopardize her job with a lapse in good behavior. The night had proven to be quite an experience; the blatant s*x and the strange introduction to Daniel Prothero had made it one she’d not forget. She hoped that the rest of the evening would slip by uneventfully, and yet she had a long while to go. At nearly twelve o’clock the yacht had not yet turned back.

When Robbie offered her a ‘light nightcap’ – his words – Madeleine readily accepted. By then, they were seated in the largest of the salons, with several other guests and some of the crew who were taking a moment to relax. Robbie was soon engaged in a conversation with the first mate about recent developments in yacht technology that had Robbie thoroughly interested and Madeleine totally bored. After about a half hour, she rose to stretch her legs and find the bathroom, and since she’d just seen Daniel going up the stairs to the top deck, she assumed the bathroom in the small salon would be empty. She took off with a brief explanation to Robbie that he pretty much ignored, and worked her way through the center of the boat. Not a soul was in the small salon and she went directly to the bathroom. When she was done, assuming that the activity on deck remained quiet, she planned to take a walk outside and watch the moon set over the gentle waters of the Sound.

She washed up, ran a comb through her hair and freshened her lipstick, exiting the bathroom and making her way to the salon door that opened onto the deck. Before she even reached the door, however, she sensed a presence in the room and was abruptly halted by a now familiar voice.

“I see you found the john this time,” his voice raced right up her back then sent a shower of chills down to her crotch.

She turned to see Daniel standing by the bar in the far corner of the room pouring another drink.

“I didn’t know you’d come in,” she blurted out in surprise.

“Just did. Can I get you something?”

“No, thank you. I was just going outside.”

“Nice night, plenty of stars and I think the moon is almost full.”

There was none of the mocking tone in his voice she’d earlier heard, but there was a mood about him, a certain bravado that made her quake deep inside. She found herself unwilling to leave, even though she had little desire to attempt another conversation with the man. In their brief acquaintance he’d proven to have an odd and unwanted effect on her that she had no desire to encourage. And still she could not make herself leave.

There was laughter coming from that same aft deck where the sexy couples had earlier cavorted. It rose up, a strangely beautiful female noise, then subsided, leaving the salon strangely quiet. It was dark inside, the room lit solely by the deck lights from outside. Feeling awkward and restless, Madeleine finally moved toward the windows and looked out on the deck, standing in much the same place she’d earlier stood when Daniel Prothero had moved in behind her. She contemplatively gazed toward the water trying to conquer her uneasiness. She hoped that she could be settled in the man’s presence for he’d be less likely to upend her again with his rude remarks. Why she didn’t leave was a mystery. In her mind, she’d reasoned that a little innocuous banter might set things right between them, and for some reason she thought this was necessary. Maybe the fact that he was such a good friend of the McKellars made this imperative. Her position with the Endowment mattered greatly to her and it wasn’t her style to make enemies of her employer’s friends.

But despite her efforts at self-control, Madeleine couldn’t stop the quaking feeling in her gut, or her growing anxiety. But the opportunity for a quick getaway was gone. He was there again behind her, this time making no pretense of keeping a safe distance. A matchless need had begun to spark between her quivering thighs and he sensed this intuitively, just as he knew a lot of things about her.

His groin was close to her rear end, then closer still, snuggling in against the soft flesh of her ass. She jerked, her nerves at a dangerous edge.

“If I don’t say a word, you won’t have to say a thing, Madeleine. No need to worry about virtue or propriety. I won’t tell a soul.” His lips were very close to her ear. His hands like a conquering warriors’ staking their claim, one landing directly on her ass, the other coming around to her side in a near embrace.

She gasped, having a clear picture of what he planned to do. She could have pulled away. She could have screamed. She could have turned and slapped his face, like she was unable to do before. But for reasons of which she had no comprehension, she wanted him right where he was, with his body tucked against hers and his c**k beating hard against her bottom. She groaned unconsciously under her breath as her hips moved against his groin.

With deft command, he reached further around and undid the button on her shorts, stepping back enough to allow them to fall to the floor. For a while he gently fingered the waistband of her pale yellow panties with his thumb slipping under the elastic and his hand finally sliding down her quivering skin. As he tugged at the delicate material, she could feel little spasms set off inside her body, ones he surely felt. As soon as her panties dropped to the floor and her ass was completely bare, his moves became bolder and more forceful. A rough massage began, then his fingers slipped deep between her crack where he continued the vigorous play. Finally, he began slapping her right ass cheek with firm sharp smacks. Shocking as the spanking was, she leaned forward against the window frame and spread her legs wide so he could reach deeper to where her p***y was pulsating with arousal. She could barely hold back the groans of pleasure. Shame made her blush a red as bright as her spanked behind, although no one would know that. The indignity of her position, the disgraceful behavior was forgotten—this was a stolen moment, a verboten act of lust, and one she would surely regret. And still, she did nothing to stop Daniel Prothero’s bold attack.

What if Robbie walked in on them? What could she possibly say that would explain her letting a total stranger use her? Her mind was as much adrift with worry as it was with desire, but there was no stopping what her body so feverishly craved.

“This is what you want, isn’t it, Madeleine?” Daniel broke his vow of silence to point out that fact, though the stated truth only made her crave it more.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered back and his hand came down with an even harder smack against her stinging ass cheek. Then he stepped back to deliver the punishment against both ass cheeks, producing a fiery heat on her wanting flesh that seemed to have no end. When his free hand reached around to finger her slit, to engage her throbbing clit with a painful squeeze, her insides began to spasm fiercely. Her body bucked hard, teeming with uncontrolled pleasure, and her mouth opening for a muted cry of anguished joy. Every smack of Daniel’s hand took her deeper into the savage wildness of a s****l need she never knew existed. His command of her was absolute. His uncanny knowledge of her defied all reason.

Two, three, then four fingers jammed their way inside her spasming love hole; his thumb pressed against her tight anus where she was yet a virgin.

“Oh, dear god!” her head fell back as she quietly gasped.

He f****d her hard with his hand, bringing on spasm after spasm from one conclusion to the next. His hand finally slipped out only to be replaced moments later by his tumescent organ, driving deep where his fingers could not go. The large prick filled the tight valley and once nestled in, he began to f**k her with the full force of his body banging against her ass. He grabbed her t**s from underneath her t-shirt and rode her hard, while she responded to the fierce assault, coming even harder than before and milking his erection with a furious passion. When at last he exploded, she was crying, her mind terrorized by her outrageous act, but her body satiated in a way she’d never known with any lover.

Their bodies remained fused for several minutes while they recovered, then at last Daniel Prothero withdrew, his sated body falling into a nearby chair. Too stunned to move, but too weak to stay on her feet, Madeleine’s legs gave out and she slumped to the floor.

With a blanket of silence descending around them, the only thought in her muddled brain was: “Dear God, what have I done!”

“Don’t worry, I locked the doors,” were Daniel’s first words.

It took a long while for the message to register, and once it did, she finally revived enough to look at him.

“You locked them … because? Because you knew I was in the bathroom? Why?”

“I thought it would be a good idea to protect you from the embarrassment of being discovered.”

“You planned to f**k me?” The truth dawned like a vicious rumor.