Free Indecent Intent by Bethany Amber Page B

moving and left her, she lay limp across his thighs.
    â€˜We’re going to have such fun when we reach my home,’ he said, and rolled her from him as though she was a rag doll. ‘But I’m going to rest now. Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up.’
    Dismissed, Gabrielle was scarcely able to stand on legs that were weak and uncertain as she moved. Closing the door of the tiny bathroom behind her, she leaned against it wearily, her eyes closed. When at last she opened them she saw, in the mirror, a girl she barely recognized. Her red hair was unruly and heightened her wanton appearance. He eyes were sparkling and round, her lips pouting and moist, and she could see the outline of her erect nipples through the silk of the loose-fitting dress. As she lifted it over her head it made her sigh softly as it smoothed up over the roundness of her firm buttocks. It was not that he had been particularly severe with her, but still her flesh was tender and glowed, and even the delicate touch of the material heightened her awareness that she had just been spanked over the man’s knees.
    Her chest heaved as she breathed deeply, and her hands slid down to the hollow flatness of her belly. What had he done to her? Why was she more sexually aware than she had ever been before? With trembling fingers she gingerly touched her shaven mound. Had it always been so full and proud? She frowned, confused, allowing her fingers to ease down to the moistened divide between her swollen sex lips. Surely her clitoris had never been so sensitive or so raw. The very tip of her finger touched it and she gasped with pleasure and rested her head back against the door, her eyes dreamily closed. She parted her outer lips and arched her back to inch her sex forward, and it took only the lightest and quickest of rubs to bring herself to yet another wondrous climax, gently biting her lower lip so as not to make a noise that might alert the man that owned her.
    When her secret pleasure ebbed away she felt a terrible shame and leaned, trembling all over, against the small marble washbasin. Her whole body glowed from the pleasure she had given herself, but what would Verity say if he knew?
    She soaked and soaped a washcloth in cool water and bathed herself, drawing it over her tender breasts and under her arms. She toweled them dry and soaked the cloth once more to wash her belly and bottom, incredulously aware that the man had ignited something so strong and consuming that merely performing her intimate ablutions could very well get her aroused yet again. She and Tom had always enjoyed sex, regular sex, and sometimes, she had to admit, it was more than a little kinky, but he had never made her feel like this. Never.
    Gabrielle wondered whether she was supposed to wear the filmy dress again or return to the cabin naked. Not that it really mattered because the fine silk almost revealed as much as it hid. She shrugged at her image in the mirror and decided that it scarcely mattered if she wore nothing at all, so with the dress draped over her arm she opened the bathroom door, and Verity was waiting for her.
    â€˜I trust you feel refreshed, my dear,’ he said, and there was something in the tone of his voice that Gabrielle did not like too much.
    â€˜Yes, thank you, I do,’ she said. ‘But I wasn’t sure what you wanted me to wear.’
    Verity rose and walked to a narrow closet let into the bulkhead. ‘I want you to wear this,’ he said, holding out a black garment on a hanger. ‘Put it on; we’ll be landing soon.’
    Gabrielle took the garment. It was soft black leather and felt deliciously cool and naughty to the touch.
    â€˜You may find it a little closefitting,’ he said, a mischievous glint in his eye.
    It was somewhat more than closefitting, Gabrielle discovered. The legs were tight and molded to her shapely calves and thighs like a second skin, and to her dismay it was cut so as to leave her