Indecent Intent (11 page)

Verity started pacing again; her rebellious suggestion did sound utterly ridiculous, and for a moment he did not know what to think or how to respond, which was a rare experience for him – and he didn't like it.

As he neared the walnut clad bulkhead he thumped it forcefully with his clenched hand, not really feeling the pain, although the ferocity of the blow startled Susan and made her jump.

‘I want Gabrielle here,' he seethed, his voice a dangerous whisper, his fist clenching and unclenching against the polished walnut. ‘I want Gabrielle here, and I want her here now.'

Susan knew from experience when it was not advisable to be around Marshall Verity, and this was one of those times. ‘But I don't understand, master,' she said carefully, ‘what do you want me to say? What do you want from me? I can't help you here.'

Verity turned and looked at her again, his face now an impassive mask. He bent to his haunches in front of her, and with a manicured finger and thumb, lifted the flap of towel where it rested on her thigh, exposing a little more of her smooth flesh.

‘Have you missed me, Susan?' he asked, his voice like syrup, his tones hushed, telling her he was at his most dangerous. ‘I feel I've perhaps been ignoring you of late. Is that how you feel too, Susan?' With his other hand he nudged her knees apart and reached slowly between them, into the tantalizingly warm shadow between them, beneath the feeble defenses of the towel.

‘I…' she sighed, ‘yes, master, you have ignored me a little…'

His fingertips squeezed between her upper thighs, which willingly parted a little further to allow him unhindered access, and touched her wet sex lips, causing her mouth to open slightly as she exhaled another sweet sigh, her breath fresh and lightly scented with the mint toothpaste she had used just before he'd stormed into her cabin without the niceties of knocking.

‘Then perhaps I should make it up to you now…' He watched as the dainty tip of her tongue appeared and moistened her lips, and her brow furrowed as she sat and absorbed his touch, her eyes closed as her pleasure grew. She could never resist him, and despite his immediate displeasure at temporarily losing Gabrielle, that knowledge amused him.

‘Oh,
master
…'

His skilled fingers worked within her clutching channel, his thumb strumming her clitoris, and within a few minutes Susan's head slumped back, her shoulders tensed, her breasts thrusting towards him within the tight hold of the towel… and she came, groaning deep in her throat and shuddering as he played her with arrogant ease, her legs lolling apart and the sounds of his fingers working in her succulent sex rising to his ears.

When she was calm and breathing steadily again his fingers moved and gently caressed her thigh. ‘Very well, Susan,' he said. ‘If you say you know nothing, I believe you. I'm sorry if I frightened you…'

She opened her eyes and looked at him cautiously. The orgasm he had just given her was totally exquisite, as they always were, but she was still very wary. He was like a dangerous snake that could strike at any moment, and particularly when least expected. She smiled uncertainly. ‘Thank you, master. I am telling you the truth – I really don't know where she is. And thank you for…'

He stood abruptly, looking down at her, making her flinch back a little and close her legs. ‘However, your failure to accept Gabrielle from the very first has been unacceptable, and for that you do deserve to be punished. It is something I should have attended to from the outset, but failed to. It was remiss of me and most uncharacteristic, I think you will agree.'

He was making her consent to her own chastisement – not that he wouldn't proceed even if she didn't – and she had no choice but to do so. ‘Very remiss, master,' she said meekly. ‘I… I do have to agree with you…'

He sat on the low bunk beside her, slipped an arm around her silky shoulder, and pulled her over his lap. Then, with one hand stroking her hair and the other stroking her buttocks through the soft toweling, he said, ‘So you're absolutely sure you know nothing of her whereabouts…' It was a statement to confirm her honesty, not a question, and Susan felt utterly compelled to give him the little extra snippet of information she knew he demanded; he knew she was withholding something, and he wanted to hear it.

‘Well…' she began hesitantly, ‘I… I did see her on deck,' she admitted.

‘You saw her.' Verity did not sound surprised; he knew exactly what she was going to tell him. He eased the towel up to her hips, baring her luscious buttocks.

‘That's all, master,' she added hastily. ‘I saw her. She was standing at the front—'

‘The bow,' he corrected patiently, his voice now giving little clue to his emotion.

‘The bow, s-sorry, master.'

‘And?'

‘And nothing, really, master. She was just looking out to sea. Just standing there. I sensed a storm brewing, so I came below and took a shower. Honestly, master, that's exactly what happened, and all I know.'

‘Reach back,' he said, and as she obeyed he gripped her wrists together in one strong hand and pinned them to the small of her back, just above the delicious upsweep of her exposed buttocks.

‘Very well,' he said, ‘I believe you. But your failure to tell me all this from the outset merely compounds my displeasure with you.'

‘I understand that, master.' Susan accepted his words humbly. ‘Really I—'

‘So what must I do?'

‘You… you must punish me, master.'

‘And how should I punish you?'

Susan nibbled her lower lip anxiously, despite her excitement again bubbling tantalizingly. ‘You, you should spank me, master.'

Verity smiled above her, gazing down at the beautiful form draped submissively over his lap. He enjoyed the feel of his penis growing inside his trousers, pressing up against her tummy. ‘Very good, my dear; you are right. I should, and I will, spank you.'

‘Please…' murmured the prone girl, instinctively clenching her buttocks a little in anticipation of the coming onslaught. ‘I deserve it, master.'

Verity stroked her silky smooth bottom a little longer, then his expression became severe again, he raised his hand and paused, watching her tense and hold her breath, making her wait…

His hand swept down and Susan squealed and jerked as his palm cracked against the quivering globes of her bottom. Her blonde hair swayed, and Verity felt his penis rub pleasantly against her tummy as she writhed on his lap.

He spanked her without mercy, watching with immense pleasure as her buttocks turned a very satisfactory shade of blotchy pink. The twisting and squirming of the beautiful girl on his lap intensified his excitement, and once he had delivered ten powerful and uncompromising smacks to her bottom he parted his thighs and slipped her down to kneel between them. Then he watched her face as she watched his hands at the fastening to his trousers, tears bejeweling her dark lashes and meandering down her flushed cheeks, her eyes sparkling.

His erection sprang free and he put one hand on the back of her head, entangling his fingers in her hair, and with the other he held the root of himself and aimed it at her invitingly moist and slightly parted lips.

‘Suck me, Susan,' he ordered, and gazed down with satisfaction as her spellbound face moved slowly closer and he felt the warmth of her mouth engulf him.

‘Robbie,' Gabrielle repeated. ‘It's a really nice name. Kind of warm, and friendly.' She shuddered as he cupped her naked breasts and lowered his head to kiss each erect nipple. Closing her eyes she gave herself up to his free hand, which smoothed down over the swell of her hip, over the softness of her lower belly, before moving down to the nakedness of her shaven mound.

‘You're getting a little bristly down here,' he murmured in her ear, brushing his palm over the soft downy stubble he found there.

Gabrielle felt her face burn with embarrassment. ‘Well, it is three days since you dragged me out of the sea,' she reminded him, cupping her hands over her sex. ‘Marshall Verity had me shaved every morning.'

They were both naked and, looking down, she saw Robbie's insatiable cock rise once more, felt its bulbous tip brush against her thigh. ‘I was his sexual slave, and now I want to be your sexual slave,' she said softly, ‘for as long as you'll have me. I owe you for saving my life.'

She sank down to kneel at his feet, her hands cupping his toned buttocks. With her tongue she languorously licked the whole thickened length of his upright cock, from root to tip. She heard him groan above her and felt him press forward a little, urging her to take his taut balls into her mouth. She understood his silent demand and sucked them in, feeling his veined length pulse against her cheek as she worked her jaw, doing all she knew to please him. He groaned again. Her gentle fingers eased his foreskin back over the bulb of his cock, leaving it bare and exposed to her caresses.

He held her head, burying his strong fingers in her hair, and moved her, forcing his whole length into her warm and wet mouth and throat. Then he held still for long moments, savoring the exquisite sensations she was able to give him, and Gabrielle tasted the bitter saltiness of the first seeping of his pre-issue.

‘Oh yeah,' he groaned. ‘Yeah… suck me, baby. You're so beautiful.' As he grunted the words he moved her head back and forth, his legs shaking as his orgasm approached, despite his determination to hold on for as long as possible, not wanting the unbelievable pleasure to be short-lived. ‘You are something else, baby.'

Gabrielle also knew he was close to coming. Still holding him by his clenched buttocks, hugging his tanned and muscled thighs to the softness of her breasts, agitating her erect nipples, she opened her throat fully, determined not to lose a drop of his precious fluid.

‘Aaagh…' he groaned, and ground his hips back and forth as his pleasure overcame him, unable to hold back any longer. Gabrielle felt his hot seed wash deep into her throat and worked avidly to swallow the copious flood.

‘Oh, baby…' his body shuddered as he mumbled above her, ‘I've never known any girl make me feel like you do. Never…'

Gabrielle kept his softening length deep inside her mouth, sucking gently until she was sure she had milked him of every drop he had to give.

Leaning down and holding her under her arms, he drew her to her feet. His lips brushed hers, brushed her cheeks and her eyelids. ‘How about me performing another little service for you?' he whispered. ‘You more than deserve it.'

‘Robbie, you don't have to,' she said, despite being a little unsure as to what he was offering. But she had little doubt it would be very nice, as had the time they'd spent together since he rescued her a few short days before. Not only had he saved her life and made her realise the sheer stupidity of what she had tried to do; not only was he kind, allowing her to stay on his boat – his home – for as long as she needed to sort her head out; but he was also ruggedly good-looking and
very
sexy. ‘That's not why I did what I did. I sucked you because I wanted to…'

He smiled, placing a fingertip against her moist lips to quieten her. ‘I know that,' he said. ‘And that's not why I'm offering.'

He eased her backwards a little, until her bottom touched the edge of the small wooden table behind her. He kept guiding her and she arched back until her elbows rested on the surface, her legs stretched down to the floor, slightly parted to ease the strain of the pose, and her sex was presented tantalizingly for his attention.

‘I've never shaved a girl before,' he admitted, stroking the soft coating of auburn stubble between her elegantly parted thighs. ‘But I'd like to do it for you now – if you want me to.'

Gabrielle's head lolled back, her red hair sweeping the table, and she sighed excitedly despite feeling both nervous and embarrassed. It did not seem the same as having the girls in Verity's household tend to such an intimate service; she and Robbie had only recently met and were still new to being intimate with each other, and that made it very different, somehow. But she already felt great affection for the man who had saved her, so she squeezed her hands between her bottom and the tabletop and lifted her sex a little more for him. In many girls it would have been a too lewd and overt thing to do, but Gabrielle possessed an enchantingly natural innocence that made Robbie's cock lurch yet again between his thighs. ‘Just be careful,' she said, smiling mischievously.

‘Good girl,' he said huskily, and leaned over her, his knuckles on the table on either side of her hips for support, and kissed her affectionately on the lips. ‘You really are something very special,' he whispered, and then teased both her and him by fleetingly running his tongue around each of her budding nipples.

Gabrielle tried to remain still, but she was apprehensive as well as naughtily excited, and the touch of his tongue made her quiver all over, making the soft flesh of her breasts tremble against his lips.

He moved away and Gabrielle closed her eyes, waiting, listening to water from the tap cascading into a bowl.

Robbie turned out to be extremely gentle and skilled with his razor, and Gabrielle relaxed and thoroughly enjoyed his intimate attentions. Once her soft stubble had been removed he bathed her there, and patted her dry with a towel.