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Gemma’s submission fed Jason’s own needs, her ultimate power over him. To give him control and leave it in his hands to do as he saw fit. His hands were his ambassadors, sent out to rove and explore her stricken flesh. As each wave of muscle had clenched about him, he ached to have his own completion. The longer he held it at bay, the more she came and the greater his cock grew inside her. His piston had pumped from her lips to barrier, stretching and ploughing a path to her cervix.
The subsequent drop was long and hard for them both. They panted, descended, and collapsed into an embrace of kisses. Words of admiration offered by both parties, and Jason found tears on her cheeks. She appeared unaware of the leakage. Jason chased the teardrops away with his thumbs and drew a quilt over their sweaty bodies, trapping in the heat, and she slipped into slumber.
The next day, there would be no more fucking her. Instead, he would make love gently, and he would ensure she was in as little pain as possible, achieved her orgasm, and he wouldn’t interfere with her pleasure. That night, for one last time aboard Sublime, she had been his to do with as he wished. He had the pleasure of watching her lose herself to him. His passionate heart soared. He kept it hidden from all but his lover. His submissive. His wife.
Chapter 33. Vanilla
Day Nineteen
Gemma found upon waking that Jason had already risen, showered, and breakfasted. She followed his lead and went to have her last shower in the marble-encased bathroom. Stepping around the misted glass panels, Jason greeted her with a towel.
“I’ve been packing up my laptop. Have you had breakfast?”
“Not yet, Sir.” She patted down her body. “How is your arm?”
“Esteban inspected it this morning, checked the dressing. No sign of infection. I’m fine.”
She pictured Modesto, drugged up and locked in a prison cell. She almost pitied him. “What will happen to Modesto? Did you find anything else about him?”
Jason leant back on the dresser and crossed his arms. “Yes. Lubinsky received a report from the Philippines. He told me earlier over breakfast with McKenzie.”
“And? Please tell me, Sir.”
“He had a different name, but his description and details matched. He’d run away to sea, just like Ted. According to the authorities out there, his father beat his mother. Something the young Modesto witnessed countless times throughout his childhood. He ended the violence himself. Knifed his father in the chest while his mother slept. Modesto spied on us playing in the pool. I guess the sight of me doing kinky play triggered a reoccurrence of his childhood memories. I think you understand.”
She could feel trickles of water dripping down her legs, but her hands remained rooted to her sides, unable to move. “Yes. I do….”
“Babe?” His hand touched her shoulder, and he cocked his head to one side. “Tell me.”
“I thought I saw something.” Bending down, she started to dry her legs.
Jason st
raightened, and his hand slipped away. “What? When?”
Gemma stopped, slowly rose, and gave her husband a grimace. He wouldn’t like what she was about to tell him. “When you had a little go at my tits. You know…. The window behind you. I assumed it was a seagull or something. I don’t know. I wasn’t exactly with it. Perhaps, thinking about it, it could have been a head peeping up.”
He ran his fingers through his hair. “Shit. He saw me smacking your tits. That could explain a lot. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I put it down to my imagination. I was pre-occupied.” She grinned, trying to relieve the tension. “I forgot about it.”
“Um.” Jason perched back on the dresser. “I suppose I did the same. Modesto watching us in the pool. Didn’t bother me. He wasn’t the only one.”
She wanted to make a snarky remark, reminding him why she didn’t like observers, but the time didn’t seem appropriate. They had both been oblivious to the risks posed by Modesto. Nobody knew his past or what he might be capable of doing. “What I don’t get is how he got into our room. I thought he didn’t have access?”
“Ah.” Jason gave his head a small shake and frowned. “It would seem Ted had a poor memory for numbers. He wrote the code down on a scrap of paper. Must have kept it someplace in his cabin. Modesto had been tasked with cleaning the room out. The paper was found in his trouser pocket. The police didn’t recognise its significance. Lubinsky did when he saw it. Let’s not dwell on this any longer. It’s done.”
Holding out her hands, she noted the amber henna had started to fade. Like their cruise, everything had to be brought to a suitable ending and life would return to normal.
Jason leant forward, bending slightly, so his face loomed closer to her own. “Kneel,” he said softly.
Gemma did so immediately, towel clutched in her hands.
“Look at me, babe.” He tilted her chin up. “You’re released, Mrs Lucas.”
He helped her to her feet. “Now, let me dry you. How is your bottom?”
“Not as bad as I thought it would be. I’m going to ask Maria for some of her magic potion to take with me. I really would like to be able to sit comfortably through an opera.”
