“Ropes,” mused Gemma, purring dreamily. She shook her head, backing out of her daydream. “In any case, I said different, not better. You’re hypersensitive and tetchy. Sir.”
“Tetchy! This, John, is what Gemma means by inappropriate. She should be grovelling on her knees by now, asking for mercy. However, we have guests, so I’m being benevolent. Gemma, do you remember the game I said I would get the crew to play?”
What game? Gemma regarded him blankly for a few seconds before her eyes opened wide.
“Well, the crew may not be able to play for real, but perhaps I could get these two instead.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” she gasped, the knife slipping out of her hand.
“Wouldn’t I? I gather they’re intrigued by anal play. I’m sure it would be a good lesson in what can be accommodated by a decent, well-trained arsehole.”
The table fell silent, and hot blood rose up her face. She opened her mouth wide then shut it quickly, almost with an audible snap.
“Ah, now I’ve got the goldfish mouth.” Jason laughed, checking his watch. “See you two, it opens and shuts and nothing comes out. I’ve won I think.”
“What?” John scanned rapidly back and forth between Gemma and her husband.
“I bet I couldn’t get her to goldfish mouth within ten minutes of you two joining us for lunch,” explained Jason. “You’re so easy to tease, babe.”
Gemma put her hand to her chest. “I thought for a minute you meant it!”
“Oh, I could ask if they’re interested. I’m starting to think it might be fun to play.”
She heard the familiar change in tone if the others didn’t.
“God, no! Please, please, Sir.” Gemma implored, with genuine panic. “I’ll do knees, anything, please don’t.”
He leant towards her. “I got the anything. I’ll hold you to it for later, my little subbie.”
A beaming smile spread across his face. Gemma felt resigned to her fate. He had more than won. He had trounced her. He glanced at his guests. “For a Dom, anything is a heavenly word.”
“Okay. You’ve been playing some form of game.” Checking around her, Andrea spoke softly, “What was that about anal play and the crew?”
“Earlier in the week, when Gemma was being a tad defiant, I threatened to have the crew compete to see which of them could find a suitable item to shove up her bum—”
“Jason!” shrilled Gemma.
“Of course, I was teasing. We wouldn’t let the crew be involved. However, you two are different—”
“Jason, please!” pleaded Gemma.
“What do you mean shove up her bum?” said John, both aghast and thoroughly engrossed by the conversation. His food lay unattended on his plate. Gemma couldn’t believe how quickly her brother had gone from agitation to curiosity.
“Actually thinking about it.” Jason cocked his head to one side in thought. “There are plenty of possibilities in a garden centre. You should have a good hunt round. You’ve already experienced the handle of a garden trowel, haven’t you, darling?”
Gemma wanted to sink under the table. “You said you wouldn’t humiliate me!”
“Did I? Sorry, my love. A jape too far?” He patted her hand.
“A garden trowel? Really?” Andrea’s hand drifted to her mouth to suppress a giggle.
“Yes, it’s amazing what will fit up a well-trained bottom,” Jason added. “I did say endeavour, babe. I didn’t promise, so don’t pout, you know it pisses me off. You should be pleased your brother and his fiancée look much happier.”
“At my expense!” said an indignant Gemma.
“Naturally, you’re the sub.” Jason tossed his napkin on the table, concluding the meal. “It’s getting hot. I suggest you join us on the sundeck. There is a small outdoor spa pool to recline in, and the breeze is fresher up there. Just buzz when you’re ready to join us.”
He rose and offered his hand to Gemma. Pausing, he turned to face his guests.