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A wave of nausea hit her belly. “Both of us?”
“No. You can stay. One of us might as well enjoy the rest of the fortnight.”
“On my own. Without you?” Gemma put her hand to her mouth. “Will you be back?”
“I don’t know. I honestly can’t predict the next few days.”
“I’ll come back with you,” she said with a firmer voice.
“No!” snapped Jason. “There is nothing for you to do. I’ll be working, meetings, etcetera, and you wouldn’t see me anyway. I expect I’ll be back. I need to see what is happening in person, meet the relevant parties face-to-face. With any luck, I’ll return by the end of the week. The crew, everything is paid for. No, you will stay. That is my final word on the matter!” His eyes bore down on her.
Gemma’s heart sank. She didn’t want to be abandoned, left on a big yacht in the middle of the sea.
“Please, Jason....”
The wrong approach. He didn’t want supplications. He wanted absolute obedience from her and total control over her. The very thing he lacked in the workplace from his normally reliable employees, thousands of miles away.
Jason shot her a fierce glance of disapproval, lines furrowing on his forehead. “I’m very aware how disappointed you are. Do I look like I want to go? That this is something I am pleased about!”
“No.”
“Then why the fuck do you get to whine about it? Why do you get to ask me to stay or take you with me?”
“I don’t.”
“You don’t. Correct. You ask for nothing because you should be grateful to have this yacht, all these people waiting on you. The sun and the stars…you get to a have all this while I sit on a plane, then in my office, and listen to the pathetic excuses of people who have let me down. You will keep me happy by thinking of me while I am away. Not your fucking self. While I go and ensure the money is there to provide you with this exorbitant opulence, you will be thanking me in your head, every minute of the day.”
“Yes, Sir.” Gemma shrank her voice to a tiny tone of acceptance.
She wished she could have walked into the room again and spoken differently. Showed him her gratitude for remembering her in his difficult times. Agreed with him that he was right to go home and sort out what troubled him. She should have clearly stated she was fine and all right to be left on her own.
“Once I have dealt with a few essential e-mails, made my travel arrangements, briefed McKenzie, and ensured your needs, your fucking needs, are going to be well taken care of, I will come and find you. Then, for the few hours we have left on this yacht, you will make sure my needs are totally met and provided for. You will think of nothing but me. You will not speak a word that makes me think you are going to be anything other than my obedient fuck slave. When I leave, I shall make sure that for the next few days you have a constant reminder of me. Your body will be sore, marked, and littered with little memories of me. That way I shall know you are going to be mine.”
“Sir.” She couldn’t fight his anger. She knew it wasn’t directed at her, not the entirety of it. Having his working life impact their special holiday saddened her. He wouldn’t have anticipated such a disastrous turn of events, especially leaving her behind. The pleasure at being his submissive faded. It wasn’t because what he planned to do to her—such an outpouring of desire would normally turn her on terribly—as much as the reason why he wished to do it that marred the sentiment of lust. Rage fuelled her Master.
“Now, go and have breakfast. Have you stopped bleeding?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Prepare yourself for me. I’ll come when I’m ready. You won’t have Maria, so do what you have to on your own. Then you will wait in the stateroom for me. Patiently and dutifully.” His tone wasn’t to be defied; he wouldn’t tolerate hesitation.
Gemma scampered straight for the stateroom and threw herself on the bed, bursting into tears. He would be gone by the evening, and she would be alone. She let the tears flow, and once she had had her outpouring
of anguish, she started to pull herself together. She would do exactly as he asked, and she wouldn’t show her true feelings to him. She would allow her body to be used by him. Given his demeanour, she knew he would make gruelling use of her, too.
She expected him to want to cause her pain and for her to give him compliance, pleasure, and unswerving obedience. She would, for the few hours they had left together, be the most perfect submissive for him. She would utilise the years of training she had recounted to Andrea, use all of her techniques to please him. If he left her marked, sore, and satiated with rewarding orgasms, then so be it. She wanted him to.
***
By the time Jason returned to the room in the early afternoon, ready for her, Gemma had taken up position by his preferred armchair. Kneeling and naked. For the first time that day, he hoped to be happy.
He had expected Gemma to be disappointed. A natural reaction, and his announcement would have been a shock. She struggled with loneliness, being accustomed to an active social life. The crew would be sympathetic and attentive, but they were not her friends. Unfortunately, he had been informed Maria had succumbed to a severe migraine caused by stress. He would have reinstated her under mitigating circumstances. Gemma wouldn’t tolerate Enrique. She disliked him, and he suspected Enrique would attempt to assert his own authority over her. He opted to leave the Mexicans out of sight. He would advise Enrique that two days exile would be sufficient for their penalty, rather than the three he had originally specified. By then, Maria, he guessed, should have recovered.
His preparations for travel were going well. Back at his headquarters, his staff bent over backwards to accommodate his demands on them. His diary for the next day filled with wall-to-wall meetings. He anticipated unpleasant experiences for a number of his employees.
Jason came to rest in the armchair and leant back, assessing Gemma intently. If she had been crying, it had long stopped. Her trembling fingers rested on her thighs. The henna tattoos had lasted well, still fresh and vibrant. He continued to find them erotic and delighted at the sight of his initials on her skin.
“You managed to prepare yourself well. Your hair is beautiful and, though it isn’t braided, you have taken the time to improve your appearance. Did you give yourself an enema?” he asked with a curl of his lips.
