Indecent Intent by Bethany Amber Read Free Book Online

our main course, Susan?’ he asked the blonde conversationally.
    â€˜Steak tartar and green salad, sir,’ she supplied, appearing again with the loaded tray.
    â€˜Ah, one of my favourite dishes!’ he exclaimed. ‘Have you tried it, my dear?’ he asked, squeezing Gabrielle’s hand again.
    â€˜No.’ She’d never heard of it, but if it were steak surely they wouldn’t taunt her pussy with it? How could they? But in spite of her fears and anxieties she was still terribly turned on, and so, unable to resist, she spread her legs wider under the table and gingerly lowered a hand to feel where Laura was enjoying her own tasty delicacy.
    â€˜At least she’s obedient,’ the dark-haired girl said from where she knelt unseen, and then the blonde passed down a plate of steak to her.
    â€˜As I suspected,’ said Verity, and then he shook his head and tutted. ‘When I think of how I was forced to arrange punishments for some of you girls – those who were not initially so obedient. It makes me shudder. You think I like seeing you marked with the whip?’ He shook his head again. ‘I cannot bear to see perfection spoiled, which is why I have your pussies shaved every day. In that way I can see their beauty to the full.’
    â€˜The steak’s raw,’ murmured Gabrielle, using her fork to probe what looked like an uncooked hamburger, served on a bed of crisp lettuce leaves.
    â€˜Of course the steak is raw, my dear girl,’ he said, taking a forkful of the chopped lean meat. ‘Steak tartar is meant to be entirely rare. Try it. You’ll find it delicious.’
    A cold substance, a chilly softness, was eased against and into Gabrielle’s vagina. With wide sparkling eyes and a bemused expression she looked at Verity, but he continued to eat as though nothing untoward was happening. Susan was also eating with evident relish. They were behaving as if everything was perfectly normal and natural.
    Gabrielle squealed softly as she again felt the tip of a tongue flick against her. There was no way she could stop herself from bearing down on the gentle, moist pressure. The tongue delved deeper when the finely minced steak was eaten away until it pushed into her tightness. She squealed again, this time with pleasure.
    â€˜Are you not enjoying your steak, my dear?’ asked Verity, nodding at Gabrielle’s untouched plate.
    Breathing rapidly she tried to nod and held her fork tighter with fingers that trembled. The tongue was inside her, wriggling expertly and inducing a myriad of conflicting emotions for the poor girl. She knew she was going to come, despite the embarrassment of doing such a thing at the dinner table and in the company of virtual strangers. It was building up inside her. She could not hold back. She looked at Verity, as if for help, but he merely gazed back at her with a mildly amused look on his face.
    â€˜You’re still not eating, my dear,’ he remarked. ‘Perhaps you would like some help since you seem otherwise occupied.’ He nodded at Susan, who took Gabrielle’s fork from her and began to feed the raw steak between her open lips.
    â€˜Oh, I think I’m… coming ,’ murmured Gabrielle, dutifully trying to eat the steak at the same time. And then she closed her eyes and shuddered beneath the force of an exquisitely disgraceful orgasm, feebly trying to push the blonde girl away, but with little real conviction. Wet suckling sounds drifted up from beneath the table, from between her limp thighs, as the dark-haired girl diligently saw Gabrielle to her exquisite completion. How could anything so wickedly humiliating be so delicious? Gabrielle’s spinning mind was in utter disarray, but at that moment she really did not care.
    â€˜I think we’ll give dessert a miss,’ Verity said. ‘I believe we have more important matters to discuss. Get up, Laura.’ He waved a hand at the