Judged by Him

Gemma shook her head, allowing her sweaty hair to settle on her shoulders. “Yes, I have to admit, I enjoyed it. I take it the message is to be prepared for anything?”

Jason laughed. “You’ve got it.”

“What happens next?”

“Bed. I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty tired.”

Bed would be welcome. She gestured at the floor, the scene of their frisky play

. “I meant with…you know…my exploration of my bi-curious side?”

“Impatient little slut, aren’t you? You will have to wait. I’ve established you don’t want to give oral and you’re happy to use your hands. We’ll take it a step at a time. There’s no rush.” Jason tapped her head.

“No.”

A wicked smile of delight appeared on his face. She snuggled closer to him, basking in a warm glow of contentment.

Chapter 25. The Powerboat

Day Fifteen

Somewhere, nearby in the stateroom, was coffee and buttered toast. The aroma wafted across her nose, rousing Gemma. Dressed in one of his T-shirts, she devoured two slices of toast and a cup of coffee. Opening the blinds, she gazed out over the sea. She no longer noticed the movement of the yacht underfoot. How quickly she had grown accustomed to the subtle, undulating currents. The engines and turbines, a distant humming. She could feel the gentle vibrations when she touched the windows.

As she admired the view, Jason put his arm around her and stood behind her. He yawned, sipping from his cup. Like her, he had eaten his toast rapidly. He lifted up her T-shirt and ran his fingers down her bare bottom. Leaning forward, she rested her hands on the window.

“No. Go and have your massage.” He gave her bottom a playful slap. “I’m coming to watch. I will give permission for Maria to make you orgasm during your massage, a tantric one for your pleasure. Then I shall enjoy you myself.”

The knowledge he had used her massages with Maria to entice her into playing had gradually sunk in. Gemma tried not to be annoyed that his ploy to have her break open for him had been successfully accomplished. She had been correct with her presumption back in the limousine, driving to Marbella. There had been a mission to their holiday and the objective, her versatility.

Most people, whether as couples or families, went on holiday to unwind and escape. Jason couldn’t accomplish such a trivial activity as idleness. As much as she enjoyed relaxing and soaking up the ambience, he played, shaped, and tinkered with everyone about him. Uncovering the ineptitudes of his security team, the sexual abuse of the boson, and her own underdeveloped stirrings for sexual variety. All the events, which had occurred on the voyage, nit-picked and examined by her controlling husband and his taste for games.

Gemma knotted her eyebrows.

“Don’t frown at me. Go on. Enjoy yourself.” He slapped her bottom a second time.

Peering over her shoulder, she saw his facial expression. Familiar, recognisable. His eyes burned with a vicious desire to have her. Understanding his nature, his captivating lust, she knew she was trapped into obeying. She accepted his unfathomable need to possess her to the degree he could be cruel. His grip on her would prevent her from saying no. She had safe-words to fall back on, but they were not the same as being able to stand in front of him with her arms folded and utter a rejecting “no”.

When he returned from his trip home, she had given him defiance and she’d felt justified in making the point to him about her actions in his absence. However, even if he was wrong in his opinion of her behaviour, halting the rhythm and flow of their life together wasn’t an easy undertaking. She still felt a pang of guilt and a sense of having let him down. She would conquer the resistance once again and with it went the “no” word. The option wasn’t there for her as long as they played by the rules of the game they played, their dance.

“Yes, Sir.”

***

“I’m coming!”

Jason covered her mouth with the palm of his hand, stifling her loud groans of joy.

A cathartic orgasm, sprawled across the padded table. As Jason had granted, Maria provided Gemma with the kind of sensual erotic massage she had never experienced in her wildest dreams. The Mexican had massaged her groin, the perineum and folds of her lips. Subtle movements of the fingertips stretched and rubbed the oils deep into her swollen sex. Intensely erotic, the massage fulfilled Gemma’s long awaited wish, and she devoured the climax as it imploded inside, making her bottom buck up and down on the table.

Her body slumped down, and Jason released her mouth. “Oh, heavenly!”

“Leave us, Maria.”

Locking the door behind her, he stripped off his T-shirt and tied it tight around Gemma’s mouth. She bit down on to the cotton, dragged to the foot of the massage table until her tiptoes touched the floor, leaving her fingers holding onto the padded edge of the surface.

“You are so gorgeous, so beautiful,” he murmured, running his finger down her spine, rising and falling over each vertebrae. “All this is mine. My fuck slave to do with as I please.” His sensual tones aroused her from her stupor. “Hold tight, babe. You’re all slippery and smell divinely aromatic and floral. I feel like I’m going to be fucking you in the midst of a rose bed.”

He started slow, lingering deep inside her after each lunge. After driving her wild with his dallying, the sound of her muted begging encouraged him to pick up his pace, and the table rattled with his exertions. He assisted her with a hand, and they came together. He leant over her and kissed the nape of her neck, untying her improvised soggy gag.