“And you are concerned about that now?”
“I’m not sure I’m ready for it yet. I’d rather it stayed nonsexual.”
“We’ll don’t kid yourself—if I do what you’re asking, it will be a full-blown affair. Maybe not sexual, but I wouldn’t count on that.”
The truth about that made her shudder, but she was undeterred.
“So, will you—do me this favor?” she looked up, bearing only a timid hope.
“Maybe.” He scrutinized her carefully. Now that he understood her mission, at least in part, he seemed to settle in with the facts before him and enjoy the process. “First, though, you tell me what made you stop. Something huge happened, something that really shocked you. Something that scared you into coming to me.” She looked back at him unable to hide her alarm, and he chuckled under his breath. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
“Yes,” she said weakly.
“Well then, we’ll start there.”
She gulped miserably looking into his face like a penitent child.
“Don’t panic, Madeleine,” he finally jumped in. “You don’t have to make any confessions today. I have a deadline,” he consulted his watch “in about three hours, and I have at least four hours of work to do. You’re off the hook for now. I’ll let you think about your proposal, since it seems to be a rather impulsive one. Make certain this is what you want, and if you do come back next week, be prepared to tell me the whole story.”
The air between them was raw with sexual tension neither would act on. If only they had consummated things right then she would have felt better. Yes, yes, she wanted this to remain nonsexual, but she’d also fantasized about his swooping down on her like a bird of prey and stripping her any power to chose for herself. She would have relinquished herself with barely a protest—she might have even become indignant as she had before—but wasn’t that just part of their beautiful game? What she hadn’t counted on was that he’d actually take her offer seriously. He wanted to know more, to probe her motives and a savage sexual ravaging wouldn’t happen now.
She didn’t know what to feel now, her desires were twisted into such an anxious knot. She stood up, “Well, then, I guess I’ll be going. But I’ll be back next week. Next Wednesday?”
“Wednesday would be fine. Two o’clock.”
She hesitated briefly as if she had something else to say, but whatever it was seemed to disappear into the powerful swell of emotions that she could feel rising up inside her. She quickly moved to the front door.
“And Madeleine,” he stopped her, “I will keep this nonsexual if that is important to you. Maybe it’s too much to combine infidelity and punishment in the same erotic cocktail.”
“Thank you,” she looked back over her shoulder with a thin smile. Relief? Disappointment? It was hard to say how she greeted this news, but he had more to say…
“Just remember, you can walk out of here now and never come back. You can change your mind at anytime. No one will ever know you were here, let alone what was said. Nothing’s been written in stone.”
Perhaps she liked the way his eyes could bore into her back so threateningly—the feeling of dread matched her arousal. She didn’t bother to turn again when she said determinedly, “But I will be here. Next Wednesday, two o’clock.”
Once out the door, she wasted no time retracing her steps to the sidewalk.
Although Daniel watched from the windows as she crossed the street and walked toward town, she did not turn back to see him looking from the window. He stared down at the street long after she disappeared around a corner, then finally turning to the bar, he made his first drink of the day then sat down to write.
Chapter Seven
Madeleine shivered nervously with her back against the door, while waiting for Daniel Prothero to say something. It had been a week since she went to his apartment with the amazing proposal, and to actually find herself there now seemed like a minor miracle. What resolve she’d shown in her dramatic leaving, what vows she seemed to make were just imaginings to her a day later. Once the spell of her erotic mood lifted—and it was a highly erotic mood that had been propelling her forward that day—she could not believe she’d actually been so nervy as to knock on the man’s door and ask him to punish her. She recalled clearly his reminder that she could walk away and never come back; that he’d never hold her to a promise. She believed he was sincere. Never go back was exactly what she decided. Her proposal to him seemed totally ludicrous once she had a chance to think it over. Even on Tuesday night, she was firm in her decision and her plan for the following day was set. She’d even arranged a movie date with Gwen for the afternoon just in case, she had some silly notion to follow through with her ill-advised scheme.
When Wednesday morning dawned nothing had changed. However, this was Wednesday and as the day wore on, the rising tide of her sexual anxieties began to slowly move through her like an invading army, until by noon, she could feel the tremor of desire nearly send her out the door to masturbate in the garden—or the gazebo, the pool house, the stable—nearly anywhere private would do. It was a serious and repeated thought, but one she determinedly ignored in an attempt to calm her nerves. She figured that once the two o’clock hour past she’d be out of the woods and this silly idea of giving herself to Daniel would no longer drive her day.
Perhaps if she had gone ahead and acted on her sexual impulses and had taken off to some remote location to let off steam, she might have staved off the greater desire that tugged her toward Daniel Prothero. But she went without the release, and by one o’clock her body was shaking. By one-fifteen she reached for the phone and canceled her date with Gwen. By one-thirty, it was clear what she had to do. Her resolve to dismiss the punishment was in her imagination, while the vow to follow through was firm.
“And to think I only half expected you to be here,” Daniel had spoken first.
“Well, you’re doing better than me,” she smiled weakly, “almost as soon as I left your apartment last week, I talked myself out of the whole deal.”
He looked at her rather kindly. “Wouldn’t it be easy if all our demons were dispensed with so easily?”
“You sound like you’ve been through this before?”
“I’ve had my own challenges to face.” He’d stopped his work when he let her inside and now sat on one of his couches after pouring himself a Coke.
“So?” she looked at him wondering, waiting.
“I said we’d start off with whatever scared you away from your kinky afternoons. We might as well get on with that.”
A wave of fear passed through her as she recalled that earlier instruction, then as the awful incident with the anal dildo came to life inside her mind, her heart started pounding furiously. “Right…you want me to tell you what happened.”
“No, Madeleine, I want you to show me.”
“Show you?” Her eyes shot open wide, her belly clenching into a tight knot.
“Exactly.”
“But…”
“No, buts,” he spit out tersely. “And we might as well get something straight right now. You’re here because you need me, because this is what you asked me to do. I do it my way, not yours, or not at all. As long as you’re here, you submit: no hesitation, no questions, no trying to negotiate a deal that’s more appealing to you. If it helps to think of yourself as my property, obliged by some arcane oath to do my bidding, then do. If some other fantasy works better, fine. But keep it to yourself. Just figure that any rebellion from you will bring a harsher punishment from me—unless of course, that’s what you want. You want to back out, you’d better do so now. But it will be the last time I’ll see you regarding this. You have one shot and that’s it. You got that?” After the terse diatribe he stopped to smile then waited for her response.
Unable to speak, she nodded instead while gulping back her fear. She wanted to flee but she simply could not budge.
“All right then,” Daniel went on, “show me that awful thing that made you
stop.”
The blood rushed through her head so fast that the headache was instantaneous. She was afraid she might explode. Finally with great determined effort, she forced herself to calm and let out a huge sigh as she shook off the emotions. With her thoughts zeroing in on that terrible scene again, she finally looked at him timidly. “But…excuse me…I don’t have a dildo.” The words alone made her blush.
“Oh? The scene requires one?” Daniel looked up with interest.
“Yes.”
“Large or small?”
“Kinda large, I guess.”
He nodded. “Good.” Then he jumped up, moved into his bedroom for a couple minutes and returned with a flexible pink dildo about the size of the one she’d thrown in the dumpster. If anything, it was larger than that one, and just the look of it encouraged her feelings of panic. Still, she stood her ground.
“I brought a tube of lubricant in case you needed that,” he added, as he walked forward and handed her the items.
“Thanks,” she barely mouthed her reply, for her eyes were glued to the hefty phallus. Taking it from his hand, she felt its soft, smooth surface and wondered exactly where the thing had been—in whose ass or pussy had it been lodged? How many of Daniel’s girlfriends had enjoyed or hated the nasty thing? Oh, what a time to think of that! She immediately pushed the questions aside knowing it was better not to ask. Meanwhile, her heart continued its vicious pounding and hot tears started to sting her eyes. She realized then that all her trepidation was excitement disguised as fear. The great desire was moving through her body with such intensity that she knew she’d follow through regardless of how her sane alter ego—the respectable young wife in her—tried to ruin her plan.
She looked up. “So where? Where should I do it?” she asked.
“Anywhere you like,” he calmly returned, “I’ll just watch from the sidelines.”
Oh! That was freaky! On the sidelines, just like her phantom lover watched all her nasty moves on the sidelines, and with his careful scrutiny judged her performance, making comments on its execution. But Daniel Prothero was no phantom. He was a real man with the ability to take her far beyond the voice inside her head. The role of dominant in charge fit him comfortably. You would have thought he practiced every day. He actually looked pleased by her distress and took pleasure in watching her squirm.
She stood for a long while waiting for the courage to bloom inside her, until Daniel seemed to read her current state of turmoil, and prompted her again.
“Just do it, Madeleine.”
Yes, just do it, Madeleine. His voice echoed inside her head.
Two leather couches in Daniel’s living room made a cozy ‘L’ before the fireplace. While Daniel had sat on one, in the corner nearest the fireplace, Madeleine chose the other one, facing the hearth. She furtively gazed around the room as if scouting for other voyeurs, then she knelt on the thick cushion, bending forward and pressing her shoulders to the surface and raising her ass in the air. Her head was facing Daniel, her rear toward the windows: the positioning quite deliberate. The idea of him actually staring at her behind was too much for her to bear with all the rest she was required to do.
Once she flipped back her skirt and lowered her panties, she raised up on her elbows to grease the dildo with the lubricant, then she reached around to swab some on her anal opening. For a while, it helped to imagine herself back in the motel room with nothing but her phantom dominant observing her indecent act. Some strange power allowed that ruse to work, though as she reached back again, this time with the greased dildo, and began to press the penis head into her rectum, she no longer needed the fantasy to propel her on; the desire in her overcame her inhibitions. Even the humiliation was swept aside—or at the very least drove her desire to a higher level of arousal. Even when she felt her body try to balk as the dildo slowly slid inside, her huge desire pushed her past the resistance. Her own will demanded she continue. Two maybe three inches of the pink, slick phallus widened her far beyond what she thought she could endure. Tears ran down her cheeks and her mouth opened in anxious breaths, but she kept on. Any minute she expected she would falter. She could feel her stomach recoil and her anxiety build and that ‘other’, saner voice inside her head urging her to stop the madness now.
“Oh, dear god, I can’t!” she finally gasped under her breath. Her face fell into the leather cushion and she sighed heavily, feeling a wellspring of emotion rising up and nearly eclipsing all else. She was just seconds from pulling the dildo out and giving up on the horrid scheme when she heard Daniel’s voice cut through the chatter in her brain:
“Oh, but you can, Madeleine,” as firm and certain as ever, “You want the thing inside you. In fact, you want to fuck yourself with it. And that’s exactly what you’re going to do for me right now.”
As his words washed over her, she could feel her desire return. Then she heard the leather creak as Daniel suddenly rose to his feet and began circling around the couches so he could view the scene from any angle he chose—so much for her choice of positions. From where he finally decided to stand, he had a complete view of her ass, and the hand that worked the dildo into her rectum, and how her anus widened to accept its thick circumference. The deep shudder of embarrassment only sent her arousal skyrocketing—moving into a sexual stratosphere unlike anything she’d ever felt.
“Go on,” Daniel urged, “unless you want me to do it for you. I promise you I won’t be as kind as you are to yourself.”
The hardness in his voice revived her as she knew it would, while a feeling of profound surrender engulfed her very being. She pushed the phallus deeper, willing her body to accept it, and as it finally began to move again, she could sense herself letting go, the tight sphincter muscles in her releasing and any resistance conquered by her determination to obey.
“Deeper, Madeleine. I want that dildo all the way in. Now!” He barked the order and she shoved hard, jamming the thick head toward the center of her body. She winced as her muscles were forced to release; tears crept back into her eyes. Soon they were running down her cheeks, but she had succeeded in her task, and now she waited, holding the dildo in place with the flat end of it pressed against her anus.
While her ass suffered, her pussy seemed to be grabbing on air, spasming on an inner level that was bringing her to a spontaneous orgasm. She could feel Daniel’s eyes and the ruthless command swooping in to take charge—this was exactly why she’d come to him, why she had been so powerfully attracted to him in the first place, why Robbie McKellar was just a distraction from what she honestly desired. Just the authoritative tone of his voice produced a feeling of utter bliss though a body hungry for surrender. Finally, she was giving up the long battle she’d waged with the darkest of her sexual desires. To be rid of that she placed the burden in Daniel’s hands, and for the first time in recent years she had a sense that she might actually succeed in her quest.
“So now you’re supposed to fuck yourself. Am I right?”
She was thrilled to hear his voice again as it knocked her out of her thoughts and back to the present reality.
“Yes, sir.”
“And this is where you chickened out?”
Chickened out. “Yes, sir,” she confessed.
“Well, you won’t chicken out with me, will you?”
“No, sir.”
“How about saying that again, make me believe that you mean it.”
“No, sir!” she raised her voice.
“So, fuck your ass, slut!”
Until then, fucking her ass with a dildo was no more than a fantasy. To imagine the thick phallus going in and out of her like a cock had been impossible before, and as she began to slowly work it into her rectum, she could feel her hesitancy rise up again.
Daniel sensed this too.
“Go on, fuck yourself, unless you want me to take over.”
She tried again with the same result, repeatedly stopping and starting, allowing the pain to surge in her while any feeling of pleasur
e died. Anxious minutes passed. Increasingly, Madeleine felt the pressure to perform, not just from her own desires, but from Daniel’s ruthless insistence.
Every second became a torturous struggle, until she finally felt him move in behind her and bat her hand away. His own hand moved along her anal crack, first pressing the dildo further into her dark channel, then he coated the anal area in a bath of lubricant. She expected him to pull the dildo back and begin the ruthless fucking her desires demanded, but he was much easier on her than she expected. He began to work the dildo in and out, slowly to start, only working it harder when her clenched muscles eased off. He allowed no room for hesitation; he refused to let her panic, and with steady resolve brought her body to a crashing climax that rose not from her pussy but from the very root of her body. He stayed with her, roughly caressing her ass cheeks until the sensations reached a delirious peak and then fell away. Finally, he pulled the dildo out in one swift move and backed away, leaving Madeleine bowed like a supplicant on his living room couch.
The descending quiet seemed to still her thoughts until his mantel clock chose that moment to chime the hour, calling her back to the room. “What a depraved woman you are, Madeleine McKellar,” Daniel exclaimed. “I wonder what your husband would say if he were here now to learn the truth about you.”
From where she’d laid her head in the leather cushion she finally peered up, appraising the situation. Suddenly embarrassed by her lewd pose, she pulled herself to hands and knees, and backed into the corner of the couch. Daniel had already returned to his seat and was sipping on his Coke.
“I am depraved, aren’t I?” she looked up at him miserably.
“Oh, terribly so.” She didn’t know if he were serious or joking. “Feeling guilty?” he wondered.
“You have no idea how much.” She didn’t even want to look at his face, but she did.
“So that means a depraved little girl like you needs a good paddling on her ass.”
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