Free Indecent Intent by Bethany Amber

fingers thrust with greater intent, plunged relentlessly in and out, and her ecstasy came in great waves of passion that made her stiffen, groan from deep in her throat, and shudder in release.
    â€˜You weak creature,’ he rasped, his mood changing alarmingly as he pulled his fingers from her. ‘Why are you like all the others? Why have you no self-control? I thought, just perhaps, that you were different.’ He stood and moved to a window, looking out and leaning with his hands against the plane’s bulkhead.
    Suddenly feeling cold, deserted, ashamed and alone, Gabrielle straightened up in the seat and smoothed the folds of silk down over her thighs towards her knees.
    â€˜Don’t you dare do that!’ he hissed, as though he could see her and what she was doing. ‘Leave your sex bare. Show me your shame. Leave your legs apart until I give you permission to do otherwise.’
    Gabrielle allowed her gaze to follow his and, through tear-blurred eyes, saw that they were over the flatlands of the mid-West with the strangely cut circles and triangles of different crops.
    â€˜Where are we going?’ she dared to ask, keeping her eyes respectfully averted from her new owner.
    â€˜To one of my homes,’ he said shortly, still staring out of the window as if he could not get enough of the endless flatlands.
    â€˜Is it far?’ Her words were muffled by a choked sob.
    â€˜Florida,’ he said. ‘You’ve disappointed me, Gabrielle.’
    â€˜Florida’s a big state,’ she pointed out, not wanting to dwell on the thought of a disappointed Marshall Verity.
    He turned from the window and returned to the other capacious seat. ‘Come over here and lie across my lap,’ he ordered, ‘but keep your skirt up.’
    She obeyed, sensing it would be unwise to displease him any further.
    As she lowered herself a little awkwardly across his lap she could feel the toned muscles of his thighs against her middle. He had opened his trousers and she felt the hot thickness of his cock pressing up against her tummy.
    â€˜I’m going to spank your bottom now, my dear,’ he told her in an austere, matter-of-fact tone. ‘You have displeased me somewhat and so I am going to spank you.’
    Gabrielle felt she should be alarmed, even afraid, but there was something else; she felt a kind of inner strength. His powerful manhood pulsed against her lower belly and for some reason she wanted to feel it in her mouth, stretching her lips, and taste the salty bitterness of his seed on her tongue and in her throat…
    The first blow of the flat of his palm made the firm pale flesh of her buttocks quiver enticingly with the force of it. There was a glow of heat in the globes of her bottom, too, which had still not faded when the next slap struck. She could hear his breathing quicken, and tried hard to suppress her own sobs of pleasure and pain. He continued to spank her, striking with firm, deliberate smacks until the tears squeezed from her tightly closed eyes and dripped from her cheeks to the plush carpet below. Gabrielle’s poor buttocks glowed and she writhed inconsolably on his lap, but still he spanked her, making her pay for the indiscretion that had displeased him.
    Eventually the deliberate onslaught ceased, and the only discernable sound above the dull drone of the jets and the hissing whisper of the pressurized cabin was his breathing, gradually slowing, and her muffled sobs, her shoulders moving in unison with them.
    One hand lay on her back, between her shoulders, rubbing in gentle, comforting circles, and the other lay still on her buttocks, absorbing the rosy heat of her punishment.
    â€˜You took it very well, my dear girl,’ he said softly. ‘Very well indeed. I am pleased with you.’ His fingers squeezed the pliant flesh of her bottom, easing the firm cheeks apart until her sobs changed to a tentative gasp. Then she stiffened and held her breath