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She let him slip off her bathrobe and reposition her by propping her bottom on the surface of the dresser. He knelt down between her legs and, with his tongue, set about delivering his promise.

Chapter 19. Goldfish

“You’re so fucking unbelievable, John,” Andrea let rip into John the moment they returned to their cabin. “A bloody hypocrite.”

“What the hell do you mean?” he snapped back as she emerged from the bathroom.

“Yesterday, you quite happily stuck a finger up my arse and said you loved it and wanted more. Today, you criticised your sister for doing the same.” She slammed her makeup bag on the table.

John waved an arm about his head. “There is a big difference between what we do and what happened up there!”

“Don’t be ridiculous! They have the experience to do the stuff we just talk about.”

“Stop being flippant about it all, then.” He sat on the bed.

“Flippant! They take what they do extremely seriously. You heard Jason. Very safety conscious, too. You overreacted!” She tried to apply lipstick in the mirror with a shaky hand and gave up. “Enrique was right, you could have made things much worse. Gemma was very upset at the end. You would expect Jason to be angry, but I’ve never seen your sister that mad before. You’ve stuck your head in the sand about them. Perhaps you can finally get over your issues of overprotecting Gemma and accept somebody else does it for her.”

“Tying her up, you mean!”

“That’s just the sex. Stop seeing the ruddy sex. You heard Gemma, she loves it. She wants it. Just like you want to fuck me up the bum, and don’t tell me I’m making that up. As I said, you’re a bloody hypocrite.”

She fell silent and lay on the bed. After a while, John joined her, and the pair, breathing heavily, contemplated the morning’s events.

She rolled onto her side and put a hand on John’s chest. “You don’t think you’ve screwed up Jason’s offer to help, you know, the gardening business?”

“God. I don’t know. I can’t exactly come out and ask him now, can I?” John groaned. “I’m not looking forward to lunch.” He briefly covered his face with his hands.

“I know what you mean. Be very apologetic.” Andrea patted his chest. “I know it’s hard, but according to Gemma, Dominants love contrition. Meek and mild behaviour. It might placate him, and we have to hope he is as generous as Gemma says he can be.” She lay back on the bed.

“You know quite a bit what they do, Andi, don’t you?”

“We’ve chatted since we got here, while you were on the speedboat and other stuff. She wasn’t keen at first, didn’t want to talk about her and Jason, but she did talk about how she was trained,” revealed Andrea.

“Trained?” John’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“You really don’t think that one day she let herself be tied up, fucked hard, blindfolded, all those things without building up some experience. She was sort of trained, by several different men. They had specialities or expertise in different things.”

She giggled at John’s gaping mouth. “Sorry, your face is a picture.”

“Trained?” he repeated.

“Yes! Taught how to please men in different ways or tolerate what they do to her. She’s very modest about her accomplishments, but reading between the lines, she’s quite a catch. Jason sought her out and chose her. This is a very rich man, who can have pretty much anything he wishes, and he chose your little sister. She is the queen of the submissives. A prize. That is why he brands her with henna. He’s proud that she is his. Think on that!”

She grinned at John’s face. His tense expression replaced with wide-open eyes and a slight smile. He seemed unable to not show pride in his sibling. He lay on the bed muttering, “Wow,” repeatedly.

***

As Andrea and John approached the al fresco dining table on the aft deck, Gemma and her husband rose from their seats.

“Apologies,” said Jason. “Gemma and I are rather ravenous and made a head start.”

“Oh, we were tardy.” John grinned. “Andrea decided to change her clothes at the last minute.”

Esteban and Jada bustled about the table, topping up the drinks and laying out additional dishes of antipasto, dips, bread, and sticks of vegetables. Gemma and Jason playfully fed each other dips with pieces of cucumber and sliced peppers.

John picked up a fork and then replaced it on the plate with a clatter. When the stewards left, he spoke. “I wanted to say again how sorry I am…we are about this morning and everything.” His eyes shifted between Gemma and her husband.

“It’s fine, John. Jason and I have moved on. We don’t hold grudges, do we?” She smiled at Jason.

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