Indecent Intent by Bethany Amber

buttocks totally bare. Her belly, too, was naked, and the cut of the garment nipped her waist acutely, the contours leading the eye up to the snug fit of the leather over her breasts, pushing them firmly up and out and highlighting the deep shadow of her cleavage. The sensual material also molded enticingly to the outline of her tender and still erect nipples, as though offering them to be caressed by hungry lips or nipped by inquisitive fingers. Even though she was clothed in the tight garment she might as well have been naked, for such was the cut that it enhanced her already shapely figure, showing off the features of her sexuality.
    â€˜You are very beautiful, my dear girl,’ he said, lifting her fall of freshly brushed hair to fasten a tiny pearl button at the nape of her neck. ‘Wasn’t it worth the effort to look so delicious?’ He held her to him, stroking the fullness of her buttocks, presented naked and pert by the suit.
    â€˜Excellent,’ he decided. ‘Absolutely delightful.’
    He let his fingers drift across the flat expanse of her naked belly and his touch made her close her eyes and sigh softly.
    â€˜Calm yourself,’ he said. ‘We’re beginning our descent into Miami. There will be photographers waiting for our little entourage.’
    â€˜Photographers?’ Gabrielle opened her eyes and stiffened in his arms. ‘Why should there be photographers waiting for us?’
    Verity shrugged, as though the answer was perfectly obvious. ‘There always are.’ He pushed her down into one of the sumptuous seats and indicated that she should fasten her lap strap. With one last look out of the window, out into the heat haze above the city, he settled himself into his own seat. ‘I’m a very rich man, my dear, and so the glossies are always interested in what I do, who I’m with, what my girls are wearing…’ He paused, a wry smile on his lips. ‘Or not wearing, as the case maybe.’
    Gabrielle was all too aware of the tight confinement of the black leather, but also aware of her partial nakedness. How on earth could she be expected to walk through a gaggle of photographers dressed so immodestly?
    She heard the undercarriage lowering and saw the ground rise up to meet the jet. The flat state of Florida, the water-locked peninsula with the blue river of the Intracoastal splintering it close to the Atlantic coast was again to be her home, for the foreseeable future, at least. The thought made her shudder; some home when she was to be subjected to all kinds of sexual humiliation whenever it pleased her master!
    The plane slowed to a halt and Verity released his seat belt, holding out his hand to help her up. Hers trembled as she placed it in his. ‘Don’t be afraid,’ he said. ‘It won’t be so terrible.’ He bent and pointed out of the window. ‘Look, a few of the other girls are waiting to welcome us.’
    Gabrielle followed his point and sighed with relief, because there were other girls and they would hopefully dilute the attention she might otherwise attract. They were all dressed in similar figure-hugging black leather to hers, which would make her less of the centre of attention she had initially feared. Gathered around the foot of the small boarding steps they waited for their master and his new acquisition to alight. She could also see the photographers across the shimmering tarmac and held back, pulling on Verity’s hand.
    â€˜Oh no,’ he said, ‘none of that coyness, if you please. You look beautiful. There is nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about.’
    Gabrielle tried to hold her head high, but there was a niggling doubt in her mind. He was hiding something from her – she was sure of it. She was going to be made a spectacle of, somehow.
    â€˜Stand at the top of the steps,’ he ordered, ‘facing the plane.’
    Gabrielle hung back once more. ‘Facing it?’