Page 6 of Judged by Him

In Gemma’s presence, the crew spoke English, but behind the closed doors of the lower deck, where the crew congregated, she suspected everyone spoke Spanish.

“Señora?” Enrique appeared in the galley. “Señor Lucas has asked to see you. Straight away.” He stared directly at Gemma, his intense gaze unnerving her.

For a brief moment, she paused. She didn’t like Enrique summoning her as if she were at his beck and call. He was the messenger, but his tone hadn’t been deferential enough, especially in the presence of the crew. The awkwardness of the bizarre hierarchy was kicking in. She wanted guarantees from Jason that Enrique wasn’t anything but a crew member with regard to her.

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“Where have you been?” Jason snapped as Gemma entered his office.

“The galley. Adding a few items to the breakfast menu. Your favourites,” she gritted out.

“Stay away from the lower deck. Fraternizing with the crew is unnecessary. There is nothing on that deck for us except the heated pool and water-sports gear. Understood?”

“I understand,” she replied cautiously.

“Over here at my feet.” He snapped his fingers.

She hesitated, making the most of what was possible within the limits of what he would tolerate. She knelt at his feet, taking her time to place her hands in position.

“When we are on this deck, I shouldn’t have to ask, should I?” His hackles rose at her sulkiness.

“No. Sir.” Petulant tone.

“Right. Tell me what is pissing you off before you piss me off even further. I’ve spent an hour trying to get my computer to bloody work, and you are adding to my displeasure rapidly.” Jason slammed the laptop lid down.

“Nothing, only….” Gemma slid down a slippery slope into the bottomless pit of her own making. “I didn’t like the way Enrique spoke to me.”

“What do you mean? Did he call you by your first name?” Jason frowned.

“No.”

“Well?” He contemplated taking Gemma over his knee; his palm itched to spank her and end her stroppy manners.

“The way he spoke to me felt like a command, not a request. That’s all.”

“You’re being oversensitive, Gemma. Childish. Like you were in the car. Do you want another punishment?” He considered the necessity to make her snap out of grouchiness.

“No, of course not,” she sighed.

“Since you’re acting like a child, I’ll treat you like one. Go stand in the corner. Arms boxed behind you. Don’t move.”

She folded her arms behind her, elbows bent and hands cupping the joints. Every movement deliberate and laboured. Jason needed considerable self-control to keep his hands to himself, and with a wry smile, he realised a response was entirely what she wanted. If he touched her, even to punish her, she would have his attention. Worse, he might be tempted fuck her or use her in a sensual way. She didn’t mind whether he gave pain or pleasure. She was busting a gut to have him all over her.

My insatiable, greedy little sub!

Jason cupped his hands around the back of his head and tilted the chair back. A comfortable seat, but he anticipated he would have to a work for lengthy periods while his wife sunbathed or enjoyed the scenery. She could stew in her juices, literally, and wait.

“Tomorrow, you can enjoy a nice massage with Maria. I hope that will put you in a better frame of mind. You will also be waxed and shaved daily, and Maria will give you a massage every day. Oh, you can start the vacation by having an enema, too.”

Her body tensed at the request.

“I want you ready for me, at all times, whether I’m in the mood or not.” Even from the distance of his desk, Jason could see the signs of defiant rigidity, her shoulders squared and her fingers clenched.

“My stipulation is to be obeyed. In fact, I shall come and witness your treatment. Make sure it is carried out correctly and appropriately. I want you thoroughly cleaned out. Who knows what I might decide to stick up your bum. There are probably lots of things lying about on this vessel that could be accommodated by your luscious arsehole,” he tormented her. “Perhaps I can ask the crew, a competition to find the most interesting item to stuff you with. Keep them entertained.”

In a moment of absent-mindedness, Gemma kicked the wall. He shot across the room. Spinning her around to face him, he pinned her wrists above her head and loomed over her.

“You agreed, did you not, on the jet?”

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