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Gemma remained resolutely silent. She had no idea how to play him. He had her trapped in a state of submissive reluctance. Wrapped in her anxieties, she had forgotten to show sufficient appreciation with regard to his offer to help John. A murmured thank you, nothing else. Guilt crept up on her.
“This isn’t meant to be a punishment. Contrary to what you may think, I’m not mad at you for chatting with Andrea. I merely pointed out you should be selective in your choice of topic. It’s good you can talk about your past without dredging up difficult memories. You reminded me of your fears of reminiscing only the other day. Yet you managed perfectly well today. You should be proud. Look at me, Gemma.”
He poked her again, and she lifter her head higher. Unshed tears smarted in her eyes.
“Am I that transparent to you, Sir, that everything I do or say, even if you’re not present, is printed on my face like a book.”
“Yes, to be blunt. But the ability to read you allows me to help you and take care of you.”
He watched her intently, for tears or anger. She remained in an emotional no-man’s land. “Let us return to the real matter at hand. Your dislike of being exhibited will be addressed to my satisfaction, and since you aren’t prepared to provide me with an orgasm of your own volition, I shall insist you do it for mine. Go. On the bed, now!”
Gemma crawled onto the middle of the mattress. Suddenly, his demands sent a shock wave through her head. It awakened the raw emotion of vulnerability, a place of profound discomfort. A soft limit of her emotional endurance.
Jason assembled her audience. Enrique appeared as if summoned by a secret command. He and Maria took up positions near the foot of the bed, one to each side, and they stared at Gemma impassively. Jason remained in his armchair, regally positioned for the best view.
“Legs farther apart and get on with it.” Jason tapped a finger on the armrest.
Gemma’s tattooed hands began their slow circular movements around her clitoris. Closing her eyes, she gradually built the pace up and rocked on her haunches.
“Eyes open,” snapped Jason then he softened his tone. “I want you looking at me. Your attention on me. I am all you need focus on. Nobody in this room wants you to fail.”
Gemma struggled, her shoulders tense and her face rigid with frustration. Finally, her eyes settled on him, and he gave her what she desperately wanted, a friendly, pleasant face of reassurance—he smiled. He delivered an affirmation, his belief in her abilities, and it had an immediate effect. She became aroused. Her skin pinked up about her breasts, breaths grew rapid and audible, and her body transcended into a place of indulgence. Her decorated hands trembled as she pushed fingers up against her clitoris, and her legs wobbled with the impending climax.
She had been cross with him, but not any longer. She blanked out the intrusive faces of the other two. Maria had given her a nod, and even Enrique mouthed a “go for it.” Jason was right, there were only friends in the room, nobody to hurt or judge her abilities. No grotesque young men to taunt her. Being on show, the centre of attention, caught her imagination.
She thought back on the ogling boys of her teenage years, following her about, chatting her up, commenting in hushed voices about her tits and bum. Nobody had ever told her she was unattractive or undesirable. Everyone liked her and found her good company. With these memories and the intense gaze of her handsome, impressive husband, she felt her confidence boost, her self-esteem rocket. She was a well-trained, pleasing, and accomplished submissive, desired by many and taken by the best. Her master, her lover, and her husband.
Gemma’s legs practically buckled underneath her as she exploded with her climax.
“Oh, God!” she yelled as her body crumpled and shook with the aftershock. On wobbly legs, Jason came across and held her against his body until she finished. By the time she regained an awareness of her surroundings, the other two had gone.
“Well done. That wasn’t so difficult was it?” He hugged and patted her back.
“No,” she gasped, grateful for the physical contact.
“Lie down. On your back. Take the weight off those shaky legs.”
“Thank you. For making me do that. I’m sorry I’ve been lacking in gratitude. About John and...this holiday. I know you’re distracted by work, and I appreciate the time you’re giving me, us.” She leant over and kissed him on the mouth, his lips parting, he exhaled into her mouth.
“Babe, you’re divine,” Jason cupped her face in his hands. “What you did in the shower was exactly what I needed. I’m floundering with work, unable to see the whole picture from out here. It’s frustrating, and you are the perfect picture of obedience and very sexy. Too sexy. I wanted to fuck you on the flybridge with that blindfold on!” He kissed her back.
His face darkened slightly. “From now on, though, no backing off. When I ask you to do anything, in the presence of my chosen audience, anything, whether it involves sexual intercourse or an act of humility, you will do it without questioning, back chatting, or hesitating. I’m not giving you any further latitude on this issue. You’re an established submissive, and this shouldn’t require me to negotiate or make repeated requests.”
He held her chin in his fingers as he spoke, though his reclined position portrayed his most dominant features of his face.
Gemma blanched slightly and took a deep breath. “I will try to—”
“Not try. Do. Without thought or over analysing. Switch the brain off.” He tapped her temple with his finger. “Now, we should be good hosts soon. That orgasm was mine, the next are yours. Twenty minutes of this.”
He held up the Hitachi massager. In her excitement, she went to grab at it, but Jason shook his head and held it away.
“Twenty minutes!”
He switched it on. “High setting, don’t you think?”
The buzzing grew louder and faster.
“Oh, thank you, thank you,” she gushed, lying back and parting her legs.
