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  “I’ll be back soon,” Robbie mouthed. Dragged off by the irrepressible Sally, he left Madeleine uncomfortably alone on a deck with two fucking couples and another couple she hadn’t seen before who’d just emerged from the rear salon. That pair had begun to dance with their hips locked in a tango as mesmerizing as the night itself. For a good two minutes Madeleine stood hypnotized by their show until she looked away feeling dizzy. Robbie had disappeared and with her stomach turning somersaults, she grabbed the rail and made her way toward the small salon at the front of the yacht. Once the door closed behind her she leaned back against it and took a deep breath, letting the cooler air of the dark room close in on her heated body.

  Maybe if she just sat a while she’d be fine. Her mind was spinning, thoughts tumbling together in a confusing mess. Then suddenly a voice leapt out at her so fast that her entire body jumped in fright.

  “What is it? The wild goings-on have you fainting?”

  Her eyes shot open and she stared across the open space, passed the well-appointed luxury cabin and its fine furnishings to where a man was reclining comfortably in an easy chair, sipping a martini.

  “Oh my, I’m sorry, I had no idea anyone was here,” she stammered. “I was just…just looking for the restroom.” The back of her hand brushed against her brow while she tried to rally back from the brink of complete madness. She pulled herself up, standing straighter.

  “Relax, I’m not going to bite. The john’s through that door if that’s what you want.” He pointed to the closed door on the far side of the room.

  Madeleine remained unmoving, forcing back the urge to retch.

  Then as if reading the truth in her pale face, he said with a smile that only seemed to mock her more, “Or maybe you need a bucket to puke in.”

  “No, I’m fine, fine. I just needed a breath of air.”

  “A breath of air you can get on deck. A little less savagery, that’s what you’ll find in here.” He suddenly sprung from his chair and slowly walked her way with the Martini glass in hand. He was a fine looking man, perhaps in his late thirties, his short sandy colored hair with just a touch of grey at the temples. He’d be more distinguished the more he aged, but for the moment, he was doing enough to send Madeleine’s sexual angst into further turmoil.

  “Savagery?” she repeated the word, as if to do so might help her conquer the weird sensations rising up inside her body. It wasn’t so much that she was feeling sick as overwhelmed. And the man in the white trousers, green tropical shirt, casually toting his martini did nothing to quell the feeling. It would seem that savage was a very good word to describe the moment.

  “Must be getting crazy out there,” he added.

  “Yes, just a bit.”

  This made him laugh. “And our Robbie has abandoned you.”

  “Not abandoned, really. He took off with a woman, an old friend…Sally I think. I suppose you’re another of his good friends?” Something about the possibility seemed unlikely, as she couldn’t imagine Robbie hanging out with a man this… well, settled or this old.

  “I’m an old friend of the McKellar family, Daniel Prothero,” he introduced himself.

  She had heard of him. A writer and newspaper columnist with national recognition, known for his wit and biting satire. “Madeleine Danes. I work for the…”

  “The McKellar Endowment. I’ve known your name for some time.” The way he spoke, the way he looked so intently into her eyes—as if he knew the inside of her thoughts and had intimate knowledge of who she was. This too left her shaken.

  She had not yet budged from her position at the back of the door, and Daniel Prothero was getting closer with his cool, dispassionate saunter, dangerously close.

  “If you don’t need to use the bathroom, maybe you’d like to sit down? A drink, perhaps?”

  “Oh no, the rum has already made me queasy enough. But that’s not unusual. I should never have accepted the drink in the first place.”

  “You’re sure it’s just the rum?” He lifted his martini glass to the window looking out on the aft deck where it was possible to see through the dark glass and the half-closed blinds that the three couples were still going at each other, their clothes now stripped away. They fucked in the nude against the backdrop of the rising moonlight, their youthful bodies gleaming and erotic.

  “Here.” Daniel Prothero reached out and took her hand, leading her further into the room, between the plush white linen couches. She thought he might offer her a chair, but instead they ended up facing the windows where on the deck the couples were screwing, and beyond the railing the Long Island Sound skirted by. He stood behind her. “There’s really nothing to be afraid of about them. It’s just sex. The raunchy sort.” He said this as the two watched Zack slapping his girlfriend’s ass until it was a toasty red hue.

  “Really, Mr. Prothero, they are not my problem. I just drank too fast.”

  “Call me Daniel, please.”

  She could feel him behind her, the powerful force of his solid body, heat emanating from his loins, his breath hot against the back of her neck. She wanted to turn around, but he would be too close if she did, their lips too near.

  “Excuse me, Madeleine, but I get the distinct impression that what you’re feeling right now is very much erotic, desire leaping on desire, and you have no way to let that go. You and Robbie McKellar are on a first date, and for that reason you’d never screw him. No, you’ll wait for the fourth or fifth date for that. That would be a lot more appropriate, more reasoned in your mind, even if Robbie will be avidly urging you to that end. He’s young and without much restraint. But when you do fuck him, and I’m sure you will eventually, it will be good. Rich young boys like Robbie have plenty of time to study the moves. They have plenty of time to practice, and lets say, well, I’ve seen him in the locker room and he’s well-endowed enough to please any female.”

  “Mr. Prothero!” she whipped around, finding him to be just as close as she imagined, although he did take one step back to relieve the tension—but just barely. “I beg your pardon. This is not something I choose to discuss, not with anyone, let alone a total stranger.”

  He laughed. “Oh, don’t look so incensed. Makes you sound like a priss. Or is this whole scene really shocking for you?”

  “Your comments are way over the line.”

  “I’m sure for you they are.”

  She trembled miserably as her anger grew. “In fact, you may be the most objectionable man I’ve ever met.”

  “That’s quite a compliment. Thank you.”

  Would anything she said faze the man? She wanted to slap his face so much that he picked up on her impulse. Suddenly, his face darkened and his eyes narrowed with a menacing glare. When she lifted her hand no more than an inch or two, he caught her wrist. “I wouldn’t advise you do that,” he bit off tersely.

  She shook him off and moved away. She should have run out the door, but that would only have put her back on the deck with Robbie’s raunchy friends. Rather than heading off into another part of the yacht, she stupidly moved further into the room, making herself a captive of this man. He was like poison to her and yet she could not bring herself to disentangle from his presence.

  “Obviously you like my company enough to stay,” he noted with a wry grin before he returned to his chair and sat down.

  “I don’t like your company at all.” She took a number of deep breaths to calm her emotions. “But let’s just forget this ever happened, shall we? As soon as my stomach settles, I’ll leave.”

  “Suit yourself. But as far as forgetting this ever happened,” he said with mocking amusement, “I certainly won’t forget a woman as vibrant and passionate as you are.”

  She stared at him unable to reply, then nervously turned away, looking again out through the windows, though this time she chose to close her eyes and shut out the scene before her. She breathed in softly, trying to be as nonchalant as the man behind her, though all the while, she felt Daniel Prothero’s eyes riveted
to her back as if they were boring into her soul.

  What the hell was she to do now? Managing some kind of exit would certainly be a fine idea. Set off to find Robbie an even better one. No sooner had these thoughts crossed her mind, than a door on the far side of the salon burst open and Robbie’s bright face appeared. “There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you.”

  She was so happy to see him. “I’m sorry, I was feeling sort of…” she didn’t finish.

  He moved forward concerned. “Are you okay?”

  “Miss Danes is just fine, Rob,” Daniel Prothero chimed in, “just a little seasick, isn’t that right?”

  “Yes, a little seasick,” she said weakly.

  “How about something to eat? That might actually help. There’s a buffet at the back of the boat.” He put his arm around her waist and led her toward the door. “You coming, Daniel?”

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

  ***

  Everyone was clothed for dinner, though the six previously fucking 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 sexual 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 sexual 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 fuck on the fourth or fifth date—if there were a fourth or fifth date. If they fucked 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 sex 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 cock 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 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 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 sexual need she never knew existed. His command of her was absolute. His uncanny knowledge of her defied all reason.