Friday, August 29, 2014

The Long Seduction Begins...


... on a yacht out for an evening cruise off the shore of Long Island. The wild sexual party of the early evening has left Madeleine shaken...and vulnerable to a man that intrigues her as much as he frightens her.



Excerpt from Punishable Offenses
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When Robbie, Madeleine’s date for the evening, offered her a ‘light nightcap’ – his words – she 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. An urgent 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 crotch 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 been tempted to do on their first encounter that night. But for reasons of which she had no comprehension, she wanted him right where he was, with his body tucked against hers and his cock beating hard against her bottom. She groaned unconsciously under her breath as her hips moved against him.

    Firmly in 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, he 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 pussy 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 him 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, and 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 sexual 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, while 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 fucked her hard with his hand, bringing on spasm after spasm from one orgasm 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 her tight valley and once nestled in, he began to fuck her with the full force of his body banging against her ass. He grabbed her tits 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 from her and his sated body fell 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 fuck me?” The truth dawned like a vicious rumor.

    “I didn’t plan a thing, but I also don’t take chances.”

    She fidgeted nervously for several moments more, then awkwardly made it to her feet, only to realize that she was still naked from the waist down. She snatched her shorts and panties from the floor and fled to the bathroom. Several minutes later, she emerged, restored to some semblance of order.

    “I’m sorry. This should never have happened,” she stated in a hurried whisper, then she moved quickly to the door.

    “What? You’re going to pretend it didn’t?” the passive Daniel asked.

    She turned back. “Yes. Exactly.”

    “Suit yourself.” He barely smiled.

As much as Madeleine wanted to forget about the last half hour, she knew that wouldn’t be easy. The memory of their brief moment of reckless abandon wouldn’t quit her mind so easily. Even more troubling she feared that she hadn’t heard the last from the imposing, and very sexy Daniel Prothero.

On a yacht out for an evening cruise off the shore of Long Island. The wild sexual party of the early evening, as left Madeleine shaken…

When Robbie, Madeleine’s date for the evening, offered her a ‘light nightcap’ – his words – she 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. An urgent 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 crotch 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 been tempted to do on their first encounter that night. But for reasons of which she had no comprehension, she wanted him right where he was, with his body tucked against hers and his cock beating hard against her bottom. She groaned unconsciously under her breath as her hips moved against him.

    Firmly in 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, he 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 pussy 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 him 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, and 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 sexual 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, while 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 fucked her hard with his hand, bringing on spasm after spasm from one orgasm 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 her tight valley and once nestled in, he began to fuck her with the full force of his body banging against her ass. He grabbed her tits 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 from her and his sated body fell 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 fuck me?” The truth dawned like a vicious rumor.

    “I didn’t plan a thing, but I also don’t take chances.”

    She fidgeted nervously for several moments more, then awkwardly made it to her feet, only to realize that she was still naked from the waist down. She snatched her shorts and panties from the floor and fled to the bathroom. Several minutes later, she emerged, restored to some semblance of order.

    “I’m sorry. This should never have happened,” she stated in a hurried whisper, then she moved quickly to the door.

    “What? You’re going to pretend it didn’t?” the passive Daniel asked.

    She turned back. “Yes. Exactly.”

    “Suit yourself.” He barely smiled.

As much as Madeleine wanted to forget about the last half hour, she knew that wouldn’t be easy. The memory of their brief moment of reckless abandon wouldn’t quit her mind so easily. Even more troubling she feared that she hadn’t heard the last from the imposing, and very sexy Daniel Prothero.


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Book description for Punishable Offenses
Madeleine is a beautiful young woman married to the wealthy and charming Robbie McKellar. Their once vibrant and often kinky sex life is destroyed when Robbie is confined to a wheelchair after he's wounded in the war. Though she does her best to adjust to her new life, Madeleine's passionate and unguarded need for sex sends her on Wednesday afternoon rendezvous with a bottle of Vodka, in a cheap motel, where she ruthlessly masturbates in scenes that are as disturbing as they are sexually satiating. Her fantasies about a sexual master lead her down the dark roads of submission and perversion. Wracked by guilt and shame, Madeleine abruptly ends her weekly romps, but her desires for punishment only become more demanding.

Twice in her past Madeleine has succumbed to sexual clashes with an old friend of the McKellar family, political writer Daniel Prothero. In stolen moments of unbridled passion, Daniel forced her to confront the truth about her submissive nature. Though she once swore him off, it is to Daniel that Madeleine turns when her savage desires cannot be contained. She proposes that he take over the punishment and abuse she's come to crave. Soon, his domination of her becomes as determined and relentless as her wildest fantasies, opening up shocking new places of depravity in this once respectable young wife.

A lusty tale of romance, infidelity and sadomasochistic desire.

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