Indecent Intent by Bethany Amber Page A

she echoed in a disbelieving whisper.
    â€˜Yes, you heard me,’ he said patiently. ‘Hands on hips and look over your shoulder with a smile on your face.’
    The door slid back on itself and the heat of the Miami Spring hit her. The steps had already been placed and Verity stepped out, his hands held high in greeting. The photographers moved closer and pushed and elbowed each other out of the way, jostling for position.
    â€˜Remember your orders,’ Verity said under his breath before walking down the short flight of steps, so taking a deep breath, Gabrielle stepped into position and turned her back to the onlookers. Knowing she had to obey the man, she gave her hips a provocative wiggle and placed her hands on them. She was conscious of her bare bottom lewdly framed by the black leather, but she was unprepared for the murmur of approval, and particularly the comments, from the waiting photographers.
    â€˜There’s his usual trademark,’ one sniggered.
    â€˜Yeah, the red hand of Marshall Verity,’ another concurred as the cameras whirred and clicked.
    â€˜And she obviously loves it,’ said a woman. ‘Look how she poses and smiles.’
    And Gabrielle suddenly wished she could skip back into the relative security of the plane and hide there as she remembered her bottom, and the slaps that had rained down upon her fleshy globes during the flight, tinting them a rosy hue of blotchy pink. Somehow, framed in black leather, stark against her pale skin, the palm marks had made her his possession more than any money in the world could ever have done.
    Marshall Verity was standing at the foot of the steps, holding out his hand to her, a smile of triumph lighting up his features, so Gabrielle, with a display of courage that hid how mortified she really felt, tossed her hair back and held a proud posture as she turned to descend, joining him, her face impassive.
    â€˜She’s a bold one,’ remarked one of the gathered photographers.
    â€˜I’m very pleased with you, my dear,’ whispered Verity as she reached him, cameras catching her front and back, lenses zooming in on the pert buttocks marked with the stark handprints.
    The other girls then followed as Verity lead Gabrielle to a few gleaming stretch limousines in front of the airport buildings, each with a uniformed chauffeur waiting beside open rear doors. There were other men too; men in dark suits and tinted glasses, looking furtively this way and that as Verity and his entourage approached.
    Just how rich, she wondered, was this man?
Chapter Six
    Susan smeared creamy lather over Gabrielle’s sex mound. ‘You’ve some growth here,’ she said, her voice as emotionless as ever. ‘I’m surprised the master didn’t send for me earlier, especially since he would have been intimate with you during your flight here…’ she paused and looked deep into Gabrielle’s eyes, ‘…and probably in the gym as well.’
    And she was absolutely right in her assumption…
    Upon arrival at Marshall Verity’s mansion Gabrielle had been totally overawed by the place. It stood alone on a small peninsula, a slightly raised bank of the Intracoastal.
    There seemed to be many servants; liveried footmen and maids dressed in short black satin uniforms with frilly white aprons. Verity showed her around his home. There were countless rooms and hallways, and beautiful girls everywhere, who always appeared to be chatting companionably until Verity and Gabrielle made an appearance, and then they fell respectfully silent.
    â€˜They don’t like me,’ Gabrielle sulked, once again feeling alone and insecure.
    â€˜Nonsense,’ said Verity, as he opened a pair of double doors off the hall they were in. ‘Now, you’ll spend a great deal of time in here. I like my girls to keep trim and fit at all times.’
    The large room was a fully equipped gymnasium with a bank of exercise bikes,