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“Yes, Master.”
She was about to be taken back. The romantic interlude complete, his willing slave was going to be very obedient, not like the previous day. She followed him meekly, tiptoeing behind him, peeling off her clothes as she went.
Jason instructed Gemma to kneel in the corner, naked and unmoving. Her head bowed, her legs tucked underneath, and her arms folded behind her back. The time passed slowly; she struggled to keep still, and boredom kicked in. Remembering his little lecture, she kept her mind focused on him. A beautifully tanning body, complementing his golden hair. His to-die-for smiles and white teeth. The blue eyes twinkling happily. Her Master and lover.
When he called her, she bent over the desk and he penetrated her without a single word or comment. Tremendous tension filled her body. Her taut pussy gave with each thrust of his hips. Something within her needed to be released.
Gemma had been in a quiet and contemplative place until he placed her over his desk. Then she moved into a contradictory one. Always thrilling to be used on his desk—his position of power. However, his fucking remained perfunctory and clinical. Her fingers held onto the edge tightly, her legs splayed and her pussy mound pressed hard into the mahogany. The familiar sting at the hair roots as he twirled his fingers about her strands, pulling her head up and off the surface.
The long, deep thrusts made her gasp with delight. She loved his ability to fuck her into arousal from nothing. He grunted, the animalistic sounds of a man conducting a much-needed copulation, a fuck—nothing more, nothing less. Her breasts shook as he picked up his pace and, with it, her pussy clenched tight, clinging to him as he slipped in and out. No comments on his part about her conduct, nothing to tell her if she was being suitably submissive in her behaviour.
Did she come or not? A dilemma based on not knowing his intentions. When he controlled her orgasms—gave her permission to come—she knew he desired to see her convulse under him. Left to decide for herself, she didn’t know if it would appear selfish to take her pleasure before him. Alternately, he might be pounding her hard to achieve the outcome for his own satisfaction. Her pussy would squeeze him hard as she came. She would then be left with a tender clitoris, which he could torment further, forcing her to come over and over. She grimaced at her reflection in the polished wood. What to do?
She let out moan of frustration, and he slammed into her again. Gemma accepted it was how she liked her sex. The roughness, the aggression, the apparent lack of consideration on his part. The whole concept of being used and taken fed her to the point she wanted to scream at him, not to stop but go harder and make it hurt. A tear sprang in her eye—why did she need to feel pain? Not the unbearable torture of a non-consensual act, but the giving up of control to another, to allow their needs to be paramount and essential.
“Oh, fuck,” muttered Gemma.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he panted, sending his cock deeper. “This wants it, doesn’t it?”
“Yes! I….” The words failed her. She simply couldn’t ask the question.
“Ask for it!”
Relief flooded Gemma. He had taken control back from her, and it made her orgasm almost impossible to contain.
“Please…may….” The words came too late. She burst with a torrent of spasms, and it was the exquisite kind of orgasm, which went on for an eternity. It had its effect on Jason, too. He exploded his hot milk into her squirting pussy, spilling out down her legs until she thought a puddle had formed at her feet.
A pause, a moment to gather sensible thoughts and regain muscle control. Gemma flattened on the desk, breathing rapidly.
“Get back in the corner, slut!”
She thought she had died and gone to heaven with his words. She crawled back and leaked all over her kneeling legs. Time passed. A blur of nothing punctuated only by his fingers on the keyboard or the click of his mouse button.
“Well done, babe,” he said as he dismissed her. “I’m very pleased with your behaviour. Go and get ready for a bath. I’ll come soon. Oh, and next time I will let you sit at my feet again, and you may bring something suitable to read.”
He joined her in the oversized tub after finishing his work. Turning around, she sponged his chest, and avoided looking at his eyes.
“I’m done fucking you. So you can look me in the face.” He drew her chin up with his fingers. “Have you enjoyed today?”
“Kind of. The beach, definitely. The ice play, spanking.... I’ve told you what I thought of that,” she said with a coy smile. She went silent. The sex in the office had been different. Even with the orgasms, it had been his to enjoy rather than herself.
“I had a very satisfactory day. Very. All of you to be had. Having Enrique hold you down at my behest: a Dominant’s delight. The swim. Not forgetting the immensely enjoyable time fucking you over my desk. I imagine it wasn’t your best part of the day; however, you were the perfect submissive and, for this evening, my most adorable sex slave, to be fucked without questioning me. I intend to remind you from time to time what exactly a submissive means to me.”
His voice mirrored the one that had held sway in the car from the airport: her Master.
“Sir. What do you want to do to me now?”
She had understood. She could be made to do more.
“Oh. Have you ever had a giant dildo inserted in your vagina?”
Gemma went crimson. She hadn’t, but she had often wondered what it would feel like.
Chapter 11. Flashback
Day Six
The pregnancy test was negative. She threw the stick across the bathroom in disgust. With a grim face, she told Jason the news over breakfast.
