Indecent Intent (12 page)

‘Beautiful,' he murmured, and before she had time to realise he had finished and made to rise, he stooped and planted a kiss on the soft folds of her naked labia.

‘Oh, Robbie,' Gabrielle purred, and then she tensed a little with pleasure as his tongue wormed between her lips and located her clitoris. ‘Oh,
Robbie
…' she sighed again.

So turned on was she that it took only a few seconds for him to coax her to a shattering orgasm. The table creaked as she shuddered and writhed, and Robbie had to grip her thighs to keep his tongue and lips engaged with her soaking wet sex.

‘Oh Robbie,' she whispered again, lowering herself down onto her back, her head hanging over the far edge of the table. Robbie stood up, his chin glistening with her fragrant juices.

‘There's a price to pay for such decadent behavior,' he crooned, his voice thick with arousal as he placed his hands on her slim hips, his penis again spearing up from his groin.

‘Yes, Robbie,' she murmured, her breasts rising and falling as her breathing slowed.

‘So turn over,' he croaked. ‘Such naughty conduct needs to be corrected.'

‘Yes, Robbie,' she said again, and wearily turned onto her front, resting one cheek against the rickety tabletop, her breasts flat against it, supporting herself on her parted feet, her trim bottom presented to him. ‘I know, you must do what you think is right to teach me a lesson.'

Robbie shuffled to one side. ‘I don't want to hear any complaints,' he warned, and then he raised his hand and spanked her hard. The sweet breath was driven from Gabrielle's lungs and her back hollowed and dipped with the force of the blow. She writhed and sobbed under the onslaught, her wails combining with the rhythmic smack of his palm upon her buttock flesh to fill the tiny cabin.

She felt his erection brush against the side of her nearest buttock; was this what she liked about being beaten – knowing it excited the men, gave them pleasure, made her the vulnerable submissive? She shook her head, trying to clear it, just wanting to wallow in the sheer pleasure of the pain.

Robbie stared at her bottom with bulging eyes, drinking in the incredibly erotic sight of the young beauty draped submissively over his table to receive her punishment, her bottom turning a delightful blotchy shade of pink, and then red. Never had he seen or indulged in anything even nearly as incredibly erotic. His erection throbbed visibly, and he was dangerously close to spoiling the moment and coming prematurely, before he'd taken the chance to sink into the tight confines of that exquisite ass.

He could not wait any longer. He had no intention of wasting such a mouth-watering opportunity, so hastily he ceased spanking the girl and moved round between her parted legs. ‘Don't move,' he grunted, pressing into the small of her back with one hand to raise her hips a fraction to ease the angle of his penetration, while prizing her buttocks apart with thumb and fingers of the other. ‘I want you just as you are…'

With one foot he nudged hers a little wider apart and shuffled so close that his pulsing length lay, like a serpent waiting to feast on a virgin sacrifice, in the deep valley between her buttocks. He wet the bulbous tip with some spittle, then moved his hips and positioned it at the puckered little gateway to what promised to be her heavenly tight rear passage.

‘Please,' Gabrielle murmured, even though she didn't know what she was pleading for. ‘Please…'

‘Do you want me to fuck you here?' he said, pressing against her anus to emphasize his meaning. ‘Do you?'

Gabrielle lay there, breathless with wicked excitement, and nodded. ‘Yes Robbie… that's what I want you to do.'

Robbie's chest heaved, and sweat glistened on his naked body and seeped in rivulets from his brow and temples. ‘Okay, princess, then that's what you're going to get…' and without another word he gripped the root of his shaft in his fist, pressed even harder on the small of her back to get her just as he wanted her, and then stabbed with his hips, eliciting a delicious gasp from her sweet lips as he sank, with one smooth lunge, into the snug depths of her rear.

Fully embedded in heaven he stood tall, massaging her buttocks and squeezing them tightly to his cock and balls, cocooning them, savoring the moment, not wanting to move for fear of terminating the wonderful experience too soon. His breathing was harsh in his throat, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The soft pink flesh of her buttocks glowed white beneath the obsessive press of his clawed fingertips. Despite the strength of his legs, they trembled.

‘So lovely,' he whispered. ‘So smooth, so unblemished, so lovely; like an angel sent to me.'

Gabrielle sighed and squirmed a little on the small table, encouraging him to plug her even deeper, and the adorable little movement made him hiss and fight to control his imminent ejaculation, and he gave her bottom a sharp slap to warn her to be still.

But it was no good; both of them were excited to a feverish pitch well beyond either of their control. Through the ebbing and flowing of the mists of her own pleasure, Gabrielle heard Robbie groan gutturally and, as her own bliss peaked at a wondrous crescendo, she felt the seething wetness of his sperm spill into her depths. Then he withdrew, quicker than she expected, and more of his seed spilled onto her tender buttocks, and he rubbed the viscous offering into her blotchy and sore cheeks as he panted heavily behind her.

‘Oh,
baby
,' he quaked, and nothing more needed to be said.

Slumping exhausted over the table, Gabrielle felt a dreamy weariness drape over her. Peering from beneath lowered eyelashes she saw Robbie move to the bench seat against the bulkhead and sit, looking worn out and slightly bemused that something could be that good. His eyes closed, and his flaccid penis lay in slumber on his thigh, leaving a little trail of sticky issue in its wake as it shrunk.

‘Robbie,' she murmured.

With what seemed like a great effort he opened his eyes and lifted his chin from his chest. ‘Hmm?' he mumbled.

‘Thanks.'

‘Thanks?' he said. ‘Why thanks?'

Gabrielle smiled at him, her cheek still resting on the table, feeling too replete and too secure to want to move. ‘No reason…' she said, ‘just thanks.'

‘I don't think we should go in,' Gabrielle said nervously, dressed in a brief yellow T-shirt with a matching miniskirt, which barely covered her white panties. The outfit was inexpensive and looked it, but Robbie made little enough living the beach bum lifestyle, and it was sweet of him to buy anything for her, so she could not complain.

He held her wrist firmly and she, just as firmly, pulled back. ‘But it's
the
place to be in Key West,' he said, turning towards the noisy bar on the corner of Duval Street.

Gabrielle shook her head and tried once more to escape his grasp. ‘Don't you see?' she whispered urgently. ‘That's just the point.' She glanced uneasily at two men who seemed to be taking an unnecessarily close interest in them. She did not recognize them as any of Marshall Verity's employees, but that was no guarantee that they weren't.

‘I'm sorry,' said Robbie, ‘but no, I don't see. What's just the point?'

Gabrielle sighed and stamped her foot in exasperation. ‘Marshall Verity,' she said. ‘If this is the place to be he might know that too and come to see if he can find me here.' A wolf-whistle pierced the busy street and she looked towards its origin; a man looking at her lewdly, his expression giving plenty of clues as to what he'd love to do to her given half a chance. ‘And I wish you'd bought me some clothes that would have attracted a little less attention,' she added unfairly, futilely tugging at the hem of the skirt as if doing so would help cover a little more of her thighs.

‘Ah, princess,' he grinned, pulling her into his arms, ‘anything goes here in Key West. It's the most laid back town in America.' He held her even closer. ‘And besides, I'd bet all the money I have—'

‘Well that wouldn't be very much,' she interrupted mischievously. ‘About a minute's earnings for someone like Marshall Verity.'

He paused, throwing her a playful look of reproach, and then went on, ‘I'd bet all the money I have that he's given you up for dead long ago. He'd have searched his yacht, and when you weren't there he'd have assumed you fell overboard, which, in a sense, you did.' He grinned and kissed her cheek affectionately. ‘Straight into my arms… well, not literally, but you know what I mean.'

‘But you don't know him,' she insisted, his attempted assurances giving her little comfort. ‘He won't give up that easily. I wouldn't be surprised if he's had divers down searching for me. No one escapes Verity unless he tires of them and wants rid of them. No one.' She shivered, even though the air was hot and humid.

‘Come on, let's go inside,' Robbie said, wanting to change the subject, wanting her to stop feeling she had to keep looking over her shoulder, to jump at every moving shadow.

Reluctantly she allowed him to guide her through the ranch doors and into the dimly lit bar, with its smoky atmosphere overlaid with the smell of stale spilt beer.

‘And if, by any remote chance, Verity does come searching for you,' Robbie said with a mischievous grin, ‘I've always been mighty handy with my fists.'

‘What can I get you folks?' said a pretty blonde from behind the bar as they perched on two stools, then leaning forward she gave Robbie's shoulder a friendly and familiar thump. ‘Hi, Robbie,' she beamed, ‘I didn't recognize you dressed.' Her eyes twinkled and she giggled sexily at the implication of her remark, and the appealing gesture made her golden hair shimmer in the smoky light.

‘Hi, Gail,' replied Robbie, his tone contrite and embarrassed.

Gabrielle experienced a swell of jealously in her chest, and was surprised by the unexpected intensity of it. Did she really feel so much for the man already? Well, he had saved her life, and he was lovely, and kind, and handsome…

The blonde seemed to notice the disappointment on Gabrielle's face. ‘No need to worry, honey,' she said, uncapping a couple of bottles of beer and setting them on the bar in front of them. ‘Whatever was between Robbie and me was over a long time ago… if there ever was anything. Guess we never quite made it, did we, Robbie?'

Gabrielle sipped her deliciously chilled beer, uncomfortably conscious of Gail's hazel eyes studying her; studying the rich auburn of her hair, her face as she sipped from the bottle, and then down to her breasts, straining within the tight yellow top. Sipping her beer straight from the bottle she looked at the other girl under lowered lashes. She reminded her of someone… that was it; Verity's Susan.

‘Guess we never did,' Robbie agreed. ‘Well I did, but you didn't.'

‘It wasn't your fault, Robbie,' Gail said, her eyes still on Gabrielle. ‘My sexual needs just go beyond men, that's all…' She stared deep into Gabrielle's eyes as the redhead lowered the bottle from her moist and glistening lips. ‘Know what I mean, honey?'

‘I, um…' Gabrielle did not know quite how to reply.

‘I tried, honey, believe me, I tried,' Gail went on regardless, Robbie apparently forgotten for the moment. ‘But I just got bored of doing the normal man thing. Now you, on the other hand…' she purred, leaning on the bar, staring intently into Gabrielle's eyes and licking her red lips suggestively. ‘I finish my shift at ten, honey, and I just
know
we could have some real fun together.'

‘Get out of here, Gail,' Robbie grinned, jabbing the neck of his bottle in the direction of another customer waiting to be served. ‘You've got work to do. Go and hit on someone else's girl.'

Gail smiled suggestively again at Gabrielle and her luscious red lips blew her an impish kiss, then she turned and sashayed to where the newcomer waited.

Gabrielle sipped her chilled beer again, although it wasn't just the warmth of the day that needed cooling or her thirst that needed quenching. Gail was definitely gorgeous and sexy, and the thought of being seduced by her had Gabrielle's pulse racing and stomach churning with excitement.

So engrossed was she by the tantalizingly naughty prospect that she did not take any notice of the big man Gail had gone to serve. She was not even remotely aware of his eyes on her as he tipped his head back and drank from the bottle Gail had just opened for him.

With only a few deep draughts the beer was sunk, the empty bottle was put back down on the bar, the stranger took one last look at Gabrielle and the man with her, and no one noticed him leave.

‘Interesting,' said Verity, lighting the expensive Havana cigar he held between his lips, ‘very interesting. So my Gabrielle is alive and well and frequenting bars in Key West, is she?' He blew a trail of fragrant blue smoke up to the padded ceiling of the main saloon of his yacht.

‘She is, boss,' confirmed the big man, nodding. ‘And she was with some kind of a beach bum loser.'

Verity laughed. ‘Key West certainly isn't short of such types,' he said, idly twisting the cigar between his lips. ‘It's the kind of place that attracts them.'

‘I've seen this guy before, boss,' Verity's employed protection added. ‘He takes out fishermen and sells shells in the market.' He paused, apparently thinking. ‘When he's not drinking in the bars, that is.'

Verity pondered for a while, relaxing in his chair and drawing on the cigar, savoring the flavor and the calming effects it had on him.

‘I want her back…' he eventually said, as though to himself. And then he looked up at his hired thug, almost as if only just realizing he was still there. ‘Yes, Carl, I've decided: I want her back, and you my fine fellow, are going to help return her to me.'

‘Whatever you say, boss. I waited outside and watched where they went, and they went back to the bum's boat.'

‘Just the loser and my Gabrielle?'

Carl shrugged. ‘That's all I saw, but I had a feeling the other girl was getting mighty cosy with them. I think she had plans to join them later.'

‘Really?' Verity smiled in amusement. ‘And who was she interested in?'

‘Well, as far as I could tell, boss, she was flirting with your Gabrielle.'

Verity chuckled. ‘In that case, I think I'll come with you,' he decided, standing. ‘Do you know where this tub is?'

‘In the marina, boss,' Carl told him. ‘It's small and old, and falling to bits.'

‘Mm… much like its owner will be by the time I've finished with him,' Verity vowed tightly.

Gail smiled at Gabrielle, a seductive smile as she helped the lovely redhead out of her skimpy T-shirt and skirt, and Gabrielle threw back her head dreamily as female lips possessed one of her nipples, mouthing it softly, drawing it to a sensitive peak. The fact that Robbie was watching, visibly becoming more and more excited, only served to heighten her own excitement.

‘Open your legs,' whispered Gail, already naked. ‘Let me feel your cunt. I know it's shaved; Robbie told me. I want to feel its smoothness. I want to look at its nakedness.'

Obediently, Gabrielle lay back on the narrow bench, one knee flexed and the other leg stretched to the dusty deck. She knew her sex lips were wet and engorged, knew that her clitoris was erect. She was aware that Gail was staring intently between her legs, taking in every luscious detail. The waiting for Gail to touch her seemed interminable and increased her arousal further. She was aware, too, that Robbie had stripped off and was sitting, his muscular legs parted and his cock erect, across the tiny cabin, watching them.

Fingertips stroked the lips of her sex, pressing them out, making her clit stand proud from its red bed.

‘You're so wet!' murmured Gail, kneeling between Gabrielle's thighs, her eyes level with her open and vulnerable sex. ‘Your little clitty is just inviting me to touch and kiss it.'

Gabrielle could not help but arch her back, angling her sex in silent invitation, urging the other girl to caress that part of her which was aching to be petted, but Gail did nothing more, staring in adoration at the offered sex. So Gabrielle turned her green eyes to Robbie, begging him to urge Gail to do more than just stare, but he merely shrugged while slowly smoothing his fist up and down his rigid shaft while drinking in the breathtaking vision of the two luscious girls before him.

‘What is it, my precious?' Gail teased, using her elbows to part Gabrielle's thighs a little more.

‘Please…' sighed Gabrielle, ‘touch me. I need you to touch me – to make me come.'

‘My, oh my,' Gail continued to tease, ‘what a lovely insatiable little thing you are, and no mistake.' She bent and blew gently on Gabrielle's hot sex flesh, which made her whole body shudder with delight.

‘Is it this you want me to touch, I wonder?' Gail stroked the bared tip of Gabrielle's yearning clitoris with the pad of a finger, delighting in the reaction her teasing induced. ‘If only a gentle touch can cause a delicious response like that, I wonder…' She bent closer until her red lips pressed to Gabrielle's soft, juicy, exotically fragrant nether lips.

‘
Yes
,' murmured Gabrielle, her eyes heavy with lust. ‘Yes, lick me, Gail…'

But once more Gail drew back. She licked her lips languorously and Gabrielle moaned with frustration, and Robbie grunted his longing too.

‘I'll bet you two just fucked each other stupid,' said Gail, cupping one of her own breasts with one hand while she reached down between her parted thighs to rub two fingers back and forth between her legs.

‘Come on, Gail,' rasped Robbie, pumping his fist slowly up and down his cock. ‘Stop teasing her – and me, for that matter.'

‘Ooh, so eager,' Gail chuckled. ‘No self-discipline, have you?' With her blonde head dipped cutely to one side she admired Gabrielle's glossy quim. ‘But I must admit, it is a delightful, irresistible sight,' she purred.

Then Gabrielle wailed softly and rolled her head blissfully as a warm mouth kissed and sucked her yearning sex, and a heavenly tongue strummed her erect bud and flicked the exposed tip until she was brought to the very brink of a wondrous climax. A straightened finger probed between her clenched buttocks and pressed against her private puckered opening, then pushed slowly into her bottom, taking Gabrielle to the very edge until she could stand it no longer and her passion was released in a long scream of delirious delight.

‘Oh, honey,' purred Gail, ‘you are just
so
sexy…' She stood up, her expression one of hungry lust as she gazed down upon Gabrielle's supine beauty. ‘Now you two just wait a mo while I go and use the little girls' room.' She looked at Robbie, his fist still paying homage to his manhood. ‘I sure hope you cleaned the little room since the last time I was here,' she said cheekily, wagging a finger at him. ‘I know what you men are like when it comes to looking after your place.'

‘Hurry up, Gail,' he said, impatient for the fun to resume. ‘Go and do what you have to do and get back here quick. I want to get to grips with the two of you.'

Gail giggled and trotted to the small wooden door that lead to the tiny washroom and toilet, and blew them both a kiss as she shut it behind her…

‘Oh, I see she still cannot control her lustful tendencies,' said a smooth, chillingly familiar voice, jarring against the sexual tension of the tiny cabin with its matter-of-fact frankness. ‘Still as deliciously wanton as ever she was.'

Gabrielle froze, knowing that voice instantly, then rolled her head to the direction it came, towards the hatch, and she peered fearfully from eyes still misty with the bliss she had just savored. She saw Robbie snatch for his jeans, but the hired thug moved with surprising grace and speed and easily tore them from his hands.

‘Well, this is quite a greeting,' Verity remarked casually, moving into the cramped space while the thug loomed over Robbie, one fist clenched dangerously by his side, silently daring him to make a counter-offensive move.

In a panic, her passions instantly evaporating, Gabrielle raised herself onto her elbows, a look of bewilderment and fear etched on her face.

Verity chuckled ominously. ‘I've missed you, my dear,' he said softly. ‘You have no idea how much I've missed you. And have you missed me?'

Gabrielle felt cold, desperate, and averted her eyes from him.

‘Oh, come now,' he chided. ‘You're not going to tell me you haven't missed me? And such charmingly false modesty, too.'

Tears filled Gabrielle's eyes and she closed them against the nightmare, trying to shut him out, shut out everything in the suddenly crowded little cabin cruiser.

‘Who the hell are you?' Robbie challenged, as if he didn't already know. ‘Get off my boat now!'

‘Oh dear, oh dear,' Verity mocked him, ‘there's no need for such bad manners,' and he nodded once at the thug who clubbed Robbie in the face with a huge fist, making Gabrielle's lover groan and roll off the bench to his knees, clutching his head in his hands.

‘Leave him alone, you bully!' Gabrielle shrieked, trying to move to Robbie's side, but easily pushed back onto the bench by Verity.

‘I could deal with you very easily,' he said to the forlorn figure of Robbie, hissing the thinly veiled threat, ‘but I suppose a bum like you is too well known in Key West. I suppose you'd be missed, although who would bother missing you I can't imagine.'

He turned to the reason for his visit. ‘But on the other hand, Gabrielle, my dear,' he said, his threatening demeanor hiding beneath his austere veneer once again, ‘why should I not have myself a little sporting fun?'

Lifting her tear-stained face Gabrielle glanced anxiously at the door that hid Gail, hoping desperately she had heard the disturbance and would stay hidden, and then looked at him.

‘This young man saved you from drowning,' Verity said. ‘Is that correct?'

Why did he ask, she wondered, if he already knew the answer? How was he intending to taunt her now?

‘Just how good a swimmer are you?' he continued, patiently overlooking her silence.

‘How… how well can I swim?' she said hesitantly, wiping away her tears with the heel of her hand.

Verity, his strong hands grasping the softness of her upper arms, pulled her to her feet, and her stomach knotted with fear. She knew it would be very wise to tell the man exactly what he wanted to know.

‘I – I can swim quite well,' she said.

Verity nodded with satisfaction. ‘Excellent. In that case I think you should be given the opportunity to return the favor,' he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. ‘It's only fair, after all. I think you should be given the opportunity to save the man who saved you.'

All colour drained from Gabrielle's face, her knees buckled and she would have fallen to the deck had his strong fingers not been digging into her arms so cruelly. And when she allowed her gaze to turn to Robbie she saw that he was motionless with fear, too.

And then Marshall Verity's face crumpled with amusement and he began to laugh uproariously, and his crony took that as a signal that he could snigger too.

‘Oh, my dear girl,' Verity beamed, mocking her and Robbie's impotence between fits of laughter, ‘you should see the look on your faces! What a picture!'

Robbie made another futile attempt to rise, but another thump round the head instantly dissuaded him.

‘Do you really think I would put you through such a dangerous ordeal?' Verity continued, his laughter abated, talking only to Gabrielle now, Robbie an insignificant nuisance who did not warrant consideration. ‘Do you really think I could so that to you? He may be worthless to me,' he jerked his thumb in the direction of the kneeling and defeated figure of Robbie, ‘but you, my dear girl, are quite the opposite. I had hoped you would know that by now.'

The talons of his fingers relaxed on her arms and he became gentle, picking up her T-shirt and skirt, giving her a moment to dress, and then putting an arm around her shoulder and leading her to the hatch.

‘Make sure he understands that I don't expect him to become a nuisance,' he instructed his hired thug, indicating Robbie, and then he led Gabrielle out and up to the fresh night air.

‘You should be proud that I have chosen you, and that I will never let you go again,' he said. ‘You do know that, don't you, my dear?'

Gabrielle shivered with dread. Never let her go? That was not the bargain he made with Tom. How could he renege on the deal?

‘But… but… you promised!' she stuttered. ‘A year, you said. Two million dollars for a year.'

Verity shrugged. ‘So, I changed my mind. Maybe I've fallen in love with you or maybe I just enjoy the way you're so pliant.' He shrugged again. ‘Who knows, my dear?'

Tom gazed along the Strip at the flashing electric brilliance of the casinos, and they all beckoned him. ‘
Come on, Tom
!' they urged in his head. ‘
Come in
!
You can be rich – as rich as Marshall Verity
.'

He squared his broad shoulders, the billfold in his back pocket had a thick and reassuring feel to it, and he felt good. He was going to make it tonight. He just knew he was going to make it tonight. There were only a few weeks to go until the year of the bargain was up and he meant to show that Marshall Verity creep that he would still have the two million dollars, and more. He would get Gabrielle back and finally give her the life she deserved.