Free Indecent Intent by Bethany Amber Page A

as she felt the warmth of a moistened fingertip at the tight pleats of her anus. She instinctively tried to clench her buttocks together, but his grip easily overcame any token resistance.
    â€˜One day soon,’ he said, ‘I shall fuck this lovely tightness, and then you will be mine forever. Do you hear me, my dear?’
    Breathless and trembling on his lap, Gabrielle tried to nod, her lustrous hair sweeping the carpet.
    â€˜And will you enjoy that?’ The tip worked into her secret passage, helping it to relax and loosen a fraction. She felt it press open the tight pleats. She gasped, more loudly this time, but bore up to the invading digit, lifting her hips ever so slightly. ‘I think you will,’ he answered for her. ‘You will join my other girls in my mansion.’
    Another probing finger made her rear entrance more open and Gabrielle could not help but part her legs a little more across his lap, silently encouraging him to invade her sex as well as her bottom.
    â€˜You wanton little whore,’ crooned Verity, cupping her offered sex. Gabrielle moved against his fingers, bearing up with her bottom and down with her denuded sex. She wanted him to open her up, to rub her clitty, to press a finger into her slippery opening as he was doing with her bottom, to finger-fuck her in both places.
    â€˜You will enjoy my home,’ he said, agitating the smooth puffiness of her sex lips back and forth around her clitty.
    Gabrielle ached for release. He was tantalizing her with his caresses. As delicious as they were they tormented cruelly by keeping her hovering on the brink of an orgasm. It was heavenly torture.
    â€˜W-what is… what is… s-so special about it?’ she stuttered. Her whole body glowed with need and she could feel her juices seeping from her shaven sex lips.
    Verity slid two fingers gently into the tightness of her bottom. ‘It’s big,’ he told her, ‘and on the Intracoastal Waterway. Do you know it?’
    It was as if there was absolutely no intimacy going on between them. He spoke so matter-of-factly. It was as if they were already taking afternoon tea in the drawing room of his mansion. She could barely speak, such was the pleasure he was giving her, and she inhaled sharply as he pushed two fingers into her sopping vagina.
    â€˜I asked you a question,’ he calmly reminded her. ‘Do you know it? I don’t like to repeat myself.’
    â€˜Y-yes,’ she gasped. ‘I know of it. Our trailer is out west of the peninsular so I’ve never been there, but I know it runs along the east.’ She knew her juices were seeping over his fingers and colored with the shame of her lurid behavior.
    â€˜Naturally, I also have a yacht,’ he told her. She felt so full of his intruding fingers, but she could not help but bear up to them. His voice sounded far away; not registering in her sex-absorbed brain. ‘It’s docked at Bahia Mar. I suppose you know that, too.’
    Her orgasm was so close that she felt light-headed, detached from her own body. She struggled to speak, struggled to answer him. She felt used and wanton at the same time, dirty but yearning to be fulfilled. ‘Please…’ she murmured, her head hung low over his lap, ‘please let me come again.’
    â€˜You’ve done very well, my dear,’ he said at last, bending over her and brushing a kiss against her hair. ‘This time you’ve held back your orgasm better than most of the others are able to.’
    He thrust fingers deep into her vagina and her bottom and pumped them in and out of her clutching wetness until she wailed her release, not caring about the fact that the crew would know exactly what was going on. So exquisite was the release that she hoped she would never stop coming, there, draped across the dominant male’s lap in the luxury of his private jet.
    Scarcely able to breathe when his skilled fingers finally stopped