Indecent Intent (2 page)

‘Lick it.' His voice was threatening and she screamed as the flail cut down across her helpless breasts, adding to the scarlet weals. ‘Do as I say, my gorgeous little whore, and lick it!'

She opened her mouth to protest, but instead the moist phallus was forced between her parted lips and any words were effectively muffled.

‘Use your tongue on it,' he growled, and as he spoke Gabrielle experienced the warmth and strength of two fingers driving into her vagina. Another joined them, and a fourth, until she felt deliciously stretched.

‘Bear down on my hand,' he commanded. His voice was cold and expressionless as if someone or something quite alien was driving him. ‘And I'll fuck your ass with my thumb.'

Even if she wanted to, Gabrielle could not protest with her mouth full of the unyielding phallus – but the truth was, she did not want to protest. The truth was that she enjoyed Tom humiliating her, even enjoyed his cruelty, when he was in one of these moods.

‘My little whore,' he murmured. ‘My delicious little whore.' As he promised he prodded his thumb into the rose of her anus and kept thrusting the four fingers into her vagina. His blue eyes glinted as he watched the changing expression on her face; the change from endearing uncertainty to heavy-eyed, undiluted lust.

She desperately wanted to come, but then again, somewhere at the back of her spiraling emotions she knew that if she did before he was ready, before she had his permission, she would be punished. But she bore against his moving fingers and sucked obediently on the phallus. There was more pressure between her buttocks and she bore down even more eagerly. Her whole body was on fire and she knew her juices were running freely, slicking his fingers. Her clitoris felt hugely swollen and hot. Oh, she could not hold back… she simply could not!

‘I know you're coming, you little whore.' His voice seemed far away and didn't sound like Tom at all. ‘You dirty little bitch.'

She knew her bottom was breached and he was fucking it with a finger, maybe two. Her clitoris throbbed and she tried to cry out, but couldn't because of the phallus. The pain in her shoulders and hips from her bonds meant nothing now, because her body was consumed with an ecstasy she simply couldn't deny. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks, but they were no longer tears of annoyance – they tears of wondrous release.

‘I didn't want you to come just yet. I hadn't given you permission.'

Gabrielle knew her husband would be angry, but she couldn't help it. It was the way she was; the way she was made. He pulled his fingers away and her vagina clutched at nothing in the pulsing aftermath of her orgasm. His glistening fingers slapped her breasts and again she smelled her own musk, much stronger now. He dropped the flail to the floor and eased his fingers into her mouth, making her suck and lick them.

‘And so because of your poor behavior, I'll have to punish you now,' he decreed.

She felt the bed move as he got up, and raised her head to watch him move across the room. He was a powerful man with broad shoulders, narrow waist and taut buttocks. She saw his hand go to his groin and she whimpered.

‘For that you don't deserve to be fucked,' he said, still with his back to her.

‘Oh, please.' Gabrielle knew he liked her to plead with him for the pleasure of his body.

His sturdy legs moved apart; he was jerking himself off. She could see his elbow moving back and forth and knew his hand was working on the shaft of his erect cock.

‘I need you, Tom,' she said softly.

‘You whore,' he grunted, his breathing ragged; he was very close to coming.

‘If you don't want to fuck me,' she said, her voice plaintive and soft, ‘at least humiliate me by coming on me.'

‘Yeah,' he growled, ‘that's what I fully intend to do.'

He moved backwards across the room as if he even wanted to deny her the pleasure of seeing his turgid cock, then he was standing on the bed, his legs spread wide, his cock thrust forward, his balls drawn high. ‘Drink it down,' he ordered. ‘There's plenty of it because that's how you affect me, you dirty little whore.'

Gabrielle obediently opened her mouth and closed her green eyes.

‘Look at me, you bitch.'

Her eyes opened again and she saw the grimace on his face, saw the first throb of his climax, saw his globe gleam with pre-issue. The first splash landed on her breasts and she heard him grunt his pleasure. He swayed a little over her, grunting as each wave of pleasure rocked his body. Gabrielle licked the salty bitterness that drooled down over her parted lips, collecting the warm cream as quickly as she could.

‘Drink it…'

‘I am,' she assured him huskily, but as his orgasm neared its completion he dropped to the soft mattress, his knees astride her hips, wiping the spillage of his come into the dip of her quivering tummy and over her heaving breasts.

Only then did he consent to lie beside her, giving her slow but affectionate kisses, then petting her swollen nipples with his lips and tongue. He continued to massage his seed into her tummy and pubic mound until, at last, his sensual fingers slid into the wetness of her slit, making her groan again with longing.

‘You're soaking,' he murmured into the warm soft sweep of her neck.

‘What do you expect?' It was her own loving Tom who was lying beside her again, not the animal who had abused her only moments before. She sighed as his middle finger petted her clitoris, dipping into her slippery opening. She couldn't help but urge against his touch, arching her bound body as much as she could.

‘Shall I kiss you there?' he teased. ‘Would you like that? Are you ready for it?'

‘Oh, yes,' she murmured, but in spite of the intimacy of the moment, she couldn't shake off the horrible feeling that they were being watched, but the way she felt, so aroused and wanton, so tightly bound and vulnerable, she chose to dismiss the strange feeling and concentrate on what her husband was doing for her. ‘Do whatever you want,' she encouraged him, ‘and as hard as you want.'

‘Shall I suck your clitoris?' he teased.

The room was warm. The heating was turned up because it was March and a cold wind was blowing across the desert. There was snow on the mountains, but their loving was so intense that their bodies were slick with sweat.

‘Yes, please suck it,' she murmured, straining against the bonds and trying to lift her head from the pillows to watch him slide down her body.

He knelt between her parted thighs, his fingers driving into the toned muscles, blue eyes glinting with renewed lust as he observed how far he could push her. ‘Finger up your ass, my darling wife?' he offered crudely. ‘My tongue in your cunt?' His voice was thick with need.

‘Anything…' she whispered, wishing, just this once, that her hands were free so she could twist her fingers in his unruly brown hair and press his face to her open crotch.

His breath was warm as he opened his mouth on her heated sex flesh. Gabrielle tensed, arched towards his face. She felt his fingers part her swollen outer sex lips and smooth the inner folds to ensure that her clitoris stood proud and erect, unhindered by anything. He kissed it, taking the bud of flesh between his lips, drawing the tiny hood fully back. She shuddered with delight and felt the pressure of a finger probing at her anus, pushing very gently until it was fully inside. It drew back and forth and she wished his cock was pillaging her rear instead.

‘Nice?' His tanned face rose from between her thighs. His lips glistened with her juices, but his finger still drove slowly back and forth in her rectum.

‘Mmmm,' she purred, bearing down his hand. ‘It's lovely.'

‘Do you want me to untie you?'

‘No, and don't stop what you're doing.' She could see his cock rearing up between his own thighs. ‘Unless…' His cock looked gorgeous, thick and long, its globe probing from his rolled-back foreskin.

‘Unless what?'

Gabrielle moved frantically against her bonds. ‘I want you to use your cock instead of your finger. Untie me,' she could scarcely speak for excitement, ‘and turn me over.'

His face changed, became dark and broody. ‘Don't give me orders; you know better than to give me orders,' but she felt his fingers about her ankles as he unfastened the knots. ‘Okay, I'll fuck your ass. I'll do what you want, but not the way you want it.' Roughly, he flung her legs over her shoulders until her knees almost touched the crisp white pillows. She knew her sex and anus were fully exposed to him and wicked naughtiness thrilled her. He spread her legs fully on each side of her head and she felt the warm wetness of his tongue between her taut buttocks.

‘You're a born whore, Gabrielle,' he said, kneeling up and positioning himself. She felt him slide the length of his cock over her slit, wetting it with her juices. She knew she was breathing fast and shallow as she waited for the pressure and the pleasure.

‘I'm not a whore,' she countered breathlessly. ‘I've never taken money in exchange for my body. Never.'

Tom thumbed her clitoris and she whimpered. ‘But you love sex,' he goaded. ‘You love to be degraded, and humiliated, and used – don't you? Come on, dear wife of mine, admit it.' His slippery globe was at the wrinkled bud of her bottom, pushing until the tight opening began to yield. ‘And that's what I love about you.'

Gabrielle sighed, part with pain and part with pleasure. His cock was thick, but she still bore against it. ‘Yes, I admit it,' she murmured. ‘I love it. I love everything you do to me.'

He was inside her, sliding deep into her rectum. ‘Especially this, eh? It's a pity I can't get money for your gorgeous ass.' He was fully embedded, grunting and straining with pleasure, his groin pressed hard against her buttocks. ‘You're so submissive…' His breathing was hoarse, rasping. ‘You're so passive.'

Suddenly the pleasure she'd felt from this latest humiliating invasion evaporated and she froze around him, tight as a tourniquet. For some strange reason she could not shake off the horrible feeling they were being watched.

‘Oh, that's beautiful, babe!' he crooned, oblivious to her concerns.

The pain in her arms, tied to the bedposts for so long, began to increase, and her legs ached from the contorted position.

‘I – I can't hold on much longer,' he grunted through gritted teeth, and sweat dripped from the tip of his nose onto Gabrielle's breasts. ‘I'm going to come in your fucking ass! Will you like that, my little whore? You will, won't you?'

Tom was pressing her sex lips apart as he drove into her bottom. Something, maybe a finger, or maybe a thumb, or maybe the phallic handle of the flail, was rubbing her sex bud at the same time. Gabrielle, despite the nagging conviction of being watched, was again almost delirious with pleasure, crazy with love and lust. She couldn't help but scream as she felt him pulse inside her… but was that her imagination or did she hear the door of their suite open and hear a suppressed girlish giggle?

‘In some states this wouldn't be allowed,' said a deep, very English voice. ‘Isn't that correct, my dear?'

Gabrielle felt her bottom muscles contract even more tightly around Tom's cock.

‘Jeez, honey!' he grunted. ‘Not so hard! My cock can only take so much!' In his passion he hadn't heard the door or the giggle or the clipped voice.

Gabrielle tugged desperately at her bonds. They were not alone. Now she knew it for certain; they had been watched from somewhere and now they were not alone. She peeped over Tom's broad shoulder and she felt all colour drain from her face. He was still blissfully unaware of their visitors as he rutted against her. His cock still throbbed powerfully within her and he tried to claim her mouth with his, but her lips were dry and she was more concerned about what she could see.

‘No Tom, don't,' she begged quietly. ‘No, you don't understand.'

‘Don't understand what?' he croaked, gripping her chin unnecessarily tight, forcing her to look into his blue eyes. ‘What are you talking about? What gives?'

Tears spilled down her flushed cheeks and soaked into the pillow. ‘Look,' she managed, ‘behind you. Look, Tom,
please
…'

Tom, realizing something was not right, followed her gaze over his shoulder to the elegant Louis XV sofa by the door. ‘What the… what the
hell
?' he spluttered.

‘What the hell, indeed?' echoed one of the intruders, sitting there, totally at ease, a look of amusement on his face. ‘Your treatment of your wife is verging on the brutal, I have to say.' It was the distinguished man Gabrielle had noticed downstairs, and beside him was the lovely blonde.

Gabrielle felt Tom's cock instantly shrivel and slide from her, and she watched him move quickly down the bed to struggle into his jeans, but he made no move to release her or help cover her own nakedness. Shamefully, she lowered her legs and squeezed them tightly together.

‘Who the fucking hell are you?' Tom growled at the intruders. ‘And who the fuck let you in here?' He then at least tossed the corner of the tumbled bedcover over Gabrielle's legs, but she knew her sex was still partly visible. The lush curls of her pubis, moist from her juices, escaped the carelessly thrown cover, and she could feel the warmth of Tom's seed trickling between her bottom cheeks. Her trembling belly and breasts were exposed and her wrists were still bound tightly to the bedposts.