Punishable Offenses
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Madeleine was in the garden working her hands into the soil, feeling the warm sun on her body and relishing its sensuous and earthy feel. When she heard footsteps, she wasn’t surprised, thinking that it must be the gardener. But when she looked up and raised her hand to block the sun, it was another face that appeared to her. In that instant, her body raced with new life, desire leaping on ahead of the decisions she’d so carefully, conscientiously made just the week before.
“Get up, Madeleine,” Daniel ordered in the cool, stern voice she’d grown to love. “You got the letter?” she asked.
“Yes, I got your letter. Now get up.”
She finally stood, reluctantly, fearing what he’d have to say. She was on shaky ground now, and it suddenly occurred to her that maybe she wanted to be talked out of her bold decision. As the scene played out, Daniel forcefully pushed her back until she was up against the old stone shed at the rear of the McKellar garden.
“The arrangement you suggested in your letter is not going to work for me, Madeleine. I’m not going to wait for you to collect your thoughts, or grieve, or put your life back together”—all words taken verbatim from her letter. “This whole idea is just another way to punish yourself, and I thought you’d given that up. You certainly aren’t going to give me up. That’s not going to happen.” His eyes were hard and his words almost cruel, but there was a gripping passion coming from him that she could not avoid feeling through her whole body. “You can still grieve, we both will for a long time. We both loved him. But you don’t have to put yourself through another round of penance.” His every word shook her to the core. “You’ve done well. You’ve done all you need to do, you’ve paid the prices, you’ve been punished enough…it’s time to stop all that nonsense, embrace who you are and let your life go on. And unless you want to deny that you ever loved me, your life will go on with me.”
Staring into his determined eyes, she could feel her resistance fall away, piece by piece vanishing into nothing. Was that so different from any other occasion when she and Daniel disagreed? No. Why did she even try to stand her ground with him, when he always seemed to know what was right for her, when she was so clueless. He won, he always won. His solutions always made sense. So, why fight it now?
She sighed perturbed. “Oh, you ass! You fucking bastard,” she said it louder than she should have, “how… why… I don’t understand how you can know me so well. I thought a little distance might be the right thing, the prudent, sane thing, the reasonable thing for us both. Sometimes I don’t think I have a brain of my own when I’m with you. I turn into a pile of mush.” She was annoyed but she was also relieved.
“Stop trying to understand it, Maddy. Just let it go. You can be my groveling submissive like you want to be and decide to be happy about it. That’s going to have to be good enough. That’s all you need, all we need. We don’t have to wait to enjoy our lives. There are no rules that apply to love and grief; and how we choose to spend the next few months—together or apart—is not going to change either one.”
She shook her head again, finally persuaded. “Okay, all right, you win again,” she had to laugh. With her next breath, a curious feeling of exhilaration seemed to lift her off her feet, even while she still stood with her toes firmly planted in the warm earth. “And I suppose you’re going to keep harping on about this every time the guilt comes on me again?”
“You’re damn right. I’ll spank it, fuck it, slap it out of you if I have to. Time you put that past to rest.” He cocked his head, showing the beginning of an amused smile.
Falling into his chest, she let him hold her, his arms sweeping her into their firm grasp before he offered up the tenderest kiss. Then as they broke away, he put his arm around her narrow waist and took her along the woodsy path back toward the gazebo where he planned to take that tight little ass before she forgot herself again and tried to pull another silly stunt. The moment required the kind of down and dirty assault he had in mind. In fact he might just stuff that damn letter into her mouth to gag her—it was still rumpled up in his coat pocket. Regardless of how they made love, he knew she would surrender to him with a lot more ease then she did the first time they had sex in that hallowed ground of the McKellar gazebo. Though considering his plans to take her away from the estate for good, he imagined that it would likely be the last time they make love there.
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