Page 26 of Judged by Him


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Philip laughed. “Let her have fun, poor girl.”

“Oh, she’s having fun. Plenty of it. How can she not? A yacht in the middle of the Med. Sunshine and beautiful scenery. Take my word for it, she is well entertained.”

They finished the call with a list of outstanding actions and a promise by Philip to e-mail Jason his findings as soon as possible. Gemma lay on her side. Her hips curved and her breasts slumped to one side, presenting a nest of generous warm delights. She gazed at him, right at his face, eyeballing him. Jason’s found his green-eyed goddess very sexy.

Jason shut the laptop lid. “Give me your Kindle.”

Gemma hesitated and then offered him her device. Jason scanned through a few pages and then put the Kindle on his desk. “Smut. You’re reading smut at my feet. No wonder you’re pushing my buttons. Fucking me with your eyes, aren’t you, my greedy slut.”

Gemma gave him a tiny grin of acknowledgement.

“Put your fingers inside. Use them. Make yourself come.” She went to kneel before him and he shook his head. “No, on your back. Spread your legs up and over.”

Gemma held her legs wide apart and her tattooed hand circled vigorously over her clit. Round and round she rotated, her painted red nails blurring, her back arched, and she groaned.

“I’m coming,” she muttered.

When it came to a swift attack, Jason was a demon for pouncing. The moment Gemma’s leg muscle spasmed and rippled, her stomach trembling, he knelt between her legs. His cock had hardened rapidly watching her masturbate. He buried himself deep inside her, and she raised her hips, inviting him to lunge deeper and harder. A hand looped about her neck, yanking back her hair and allowing him to suck hard on her exposed throat.

She shrieked. In one breath, she begged him to stop, and in the next, never to cease. Above and around her, Jason pinned her to the floor, ensuring she couldn’t escape. Her hands stretched out and clawed at the blanket while her wetness below spread about the fabric. The smell of raw sex permeated the air as it crept out of her body and slipped into Jason’s nostrils. The scent drove him to expand inside her, stretching her with his dimensions.

Sensing her impending orgasm, he drew her arms back and speared her repeatedly. Smacking her upper thighs and buttocks until they glowed red-hot and flaming, she came at the perfect moment. Tightening around his own climaxing erection, he spurted long and deep as she clung to him. Jason’s mouth let loose a string of expletives, while hers released an abrupt cry.

They lay on the floor for a while. Her eyes squeezed shut, her breaths rapid. However, Jason saw no distress or overt discomfort, and their combined natural fluids oozed out of her, making a mess of the blanket. Curled up, her breathing slowing, she appeared to have gone to sleep, which was often what happened after an intense orgasm. He extracted himself and left to change.

Coming back in fresh clothes, Jason stepped over her limp form. Lifting up the laptop lid, he carried on working as if nothing had transpired. When Gemma was ready, he would let her bathe and clean up her shambolic body. Maria was a godsend when it came to looking after her. The rapport between the two women pleased him. For now, the sight of a well-fucked Gemma, slumped and inert on the floor, added to his pleasure. She certainly wasn’t flirting with him. Jason doubted she could lift her head off the floor.

By the time she stirred, he had managed to deal with a decent chunk of outstanding work. She knelt on the floor, bemused and grubby.

“Off with you. Clean yourself up. Have a nice bath or something,” he told her.

Gemma gathered up the blanket and her playthings.

“Next time I want you in here while I work, you will, as a good submissive slave should, wait patiently. No horny book reading.”

“Yes, Sir” A little tear pathetically trickled down her face. “I thought...I pleased you.”

“You did, babe You always do.” Jason meant those words. He caught her hand and drew her naked form onto his lap. “That’s not what this is about, is it? You wanted sex this evening, and you got it, as I wanted it. If I had wanted a romantic wife, we would have spent a pleasant evening together and I would have taken you to bed to make love to you. When I want sexual relief, I choose, I decide, and I control the situation.”

Her face flushed pink at his words. Jason chuckled to himself. It didn’t take much to ignite his wife’s passions.

“You seemed pissed off with work, and I thought you needed the distraction. Sorry.”

“I don’t need the d

istraction. I wanted company and the knowledge you are there ready and waiting for me. Your availability is all I require, nothing gauche. Go and have your bath.” Jason saw her despondent expression. “I’m not cross with you, babe. I’m pointing out this isn’t about you, is it?”

Gemma exhaled slowly. “No.”

The day ended peacefully. Abandoning his work, Jason and his wife played backgammon under the mast arch of the sundeck. Moonlight glistened on the water as the yacht sailed across the sea. Between turns, Gemma sometimes gazed up at the night sky, other times, she stared down at the water. Sitting wrapped in a blanket, she gave her husband an adoring smile as she knocked another one of his counters to the middle of the board. He returned the compliment, taking two of hers out.

She won two games to his love and clapped her hands. Jason yawned. He blamed his losses on tiredness. Neither expressed an interest in further sex. The vigorous play in his office had been sufficient. Climbing in, they snuggled under the sheets. Their warm bodies spooned and joined in sleep.

Chapter 10. Debts

Day Five

Stretched out on a lounger in the aft area of the upper deck, Jason read a book. His khaki cargo shorts hung low about his hips; the blond hairs on his legs shone lighter as his skin tanned underneath. A baseball hat kept his face sheltered from the bright sunbeams, and he was content to take in the sun and smell the salt air.

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