Indecent Intent by Bethany Amber Page B

stair climbers, rowing machines and numerous weightlifting devices.
    â€˜Would you like to try one of the machines?’ he asked, and she knew she had no choice as he looked at her intently, daring her to decline the offer. She had to try one, she knew that; it was the beginning of yet another game.
    Verity began peeling open the clinging leather garment, and Gabrielle shivered as he sensually revealed her. She stepped out of it, holding his arm for support, and he took the bundle away to a cupboard, returning with a grey T-shirt and shorts for her.
    â€˜The stair climber’s fun,’ he said. ‘Let me see you on that – and be sure to work hard; I want you to get up a good healthy sweat.’
    So, obediently placing her bare feet on the treads, Gabrielle began to climb.
    â€˜Make sure I see your thigh muscles working,’ he said, ‘and your calves. Let’s see how fit you are. Bring your pulse up to at least a hundred and forty.’
    The soft cotton of the shorts and top caressed her body as she trod the stair climber. Sweat began to gather under her arms and on her breasts, causing her skin to glow healthily. The salty fluid of her exertions trickled between her breasts and began to soak through the top.
    â€˜Good,’ Verity mused, as he pondered the damp patches beginning to soak the grey cotton. ‘Look at the little screen on the handles. What’s your pulse rate?’
    Gabrielle used one hand to wipe the sweat from her brow and tossed back her head to keep her damp hair from clinging to her forehead and cheeks. ‘It’s a hundred and nineteen,’ she told him, wondering how she would ever get it up to the rate he’d demanded; she was young and worked out regularly.
    Verity narrowed his eyes as he always did when annoyed. ‘Work harder,’ he ordered sternly. ‘Put the resistance up to a higher level and work harder. Come on – pump those legs.’
    Gabrielle was panting heavily now and could feel her heart pounding in her chest, but the rate on the screen only said a hundred and twenty-five. ‘It… it just won’t go any higher,’ she wailed, her legs beginning to feel like jelly as she pumped harder and harder, her muscles burning. Verity moved out of her line of vision, hovering behind her, watching her toned body as she obediently worked as hard as she could. The grey T-shirt and shorts were now dark with her sweat.
    â€˜Okay,’ he eventually said, ‘that’s enough for now. At least you tried. Now you’d better stretch down.’
    With her chest heaving and her legs and arms aching intolerably, Gabrielle managed to slow the machine and climb down, her legs almost giving way beneath her as she stepped off it. She carefully lowered herself to the floor and reached forward to grab and pull back her toes, keeping her knees locked and legs straight, stretching her calf muscles and hamstrings, her damp breasts squashed against her glistening thighs, and then she gasped with surprise as she looked up; Marshall Verity was naked, his immaculate clothes in a neat pile nearby, his erection pointing at her glowing face.
    â€˜You did very well,’ he said. ‘Despite failing to achieve the pulse rate I stipulated, you tried hard to get there and so I am pleased with you for that.’ He took two steps, stood astride her thighs, held her damp hair with both hands, and without another word he fed his erection between her parted lips and penetrated her mouth.
    Despite knowing how insatiable the man was, Gabrielle was still taken by surprise and could do nothing but sit there, her back straight and her hands resting inertly on her thighs, and suck the length of flesh stretching her lips apart. Verity used his hands to guide her head back and forth, using her to gain his own pleasure, thinking nothing of her weary discomfort.
    It was not long before he was approaching his climax. Gabrielle knew it was nearing and