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“Sure. Put them on. Nothing else though,” said Jason.
The second time, the music lifted her spirits and her feet hit the rhythm of the beat immediately. Unlike with Gaspar, she livened up her moves, exaggerated and embellished them with dramatic flourishes. Swung her hips wider, spread her legs, wriggled her bottom about, and shook her breasts in circles. Imagining her legs sliding up and down a smooth metal pole, she almost wished she had the pole to cling to and the opportunity to let herself go completely.
At the end, Jason clapped enthusiastically, and the others joined in.
“Very good. I liked it. Do it again. This time, a treat for you, masturbate at the same time.” Jason chortled.
She managed to dance to the mid-point of the song, legs quivering and clitoris throbbing from a splendid orgasm, before she crumpled to the floor.
“She’s spent, señor,” said Enrique. “I don’t think she will do anything else for you this evening.”
Gemma’s lungs sucked air in, panting heavily, too tired to contest the observation.
“I think you might be right. Leave her th
ere. Maria can give her a little clean-up on the floor. When she’s ready, she can crawl into bed. I’m going to sleep.” Jason settled down on his pillow.
The middle of the night came, and Gemma, curled up on the floor, woke to find a blanket draped over her. Cast in darkness, with merely a small light above the doorway, she crawled to her side of the bed and slipped under the sheets. He stirred and, reaching out, dragged her over to his side. Within seconds, they were intertwined and inseparable, ready to sleep again.
Chapter 23. Breaking Point
Day Fourteen
Gemma reached a breaking point with regard to her daily massages. The state of inner turmoil could only have been created by one man—Jason Lucas. No other person could have brought her to the watershed moment in her sexual life. She had been convinced it would be impossible and unachievable on her part.
The dilemma she faced was due to her sensual body, presenting a confused mass of mixed messages, which her brain seemed unable or unwilling to interpret. Gemma contemplated whether she should or needed to speak to Jason.
Her cynical mind told her, don’t. He would manipulate her, mind fuck her into saying or doing things he wanted, and she would end up agreeing to them because he had taught her to please. Her positive, trusting side remained optimistic. He had never made her do anything she didn’t want to do or found repulsive. Even the humiliating enema play had been erotic because of him. Knowing she pleased him was rewarding in itself.
That morning, he had come to witness the Brazilian waxing prior to her massage. They had returned to the routines established before John and Andrea’s visit, and he had come into the spa room without an invitation or voicing a comment, a simple observer. Without interfering with her, nor uttering a word, he had sat serenely in his chosen armchair, legs crossed and stretched out before him, watching. By the time she had returned from the bathroom, post-waxing, he had gone. Gemma had shrugged her shoulders at Maria, and the little woman had pointed at the massage table, ready to move on.
Maria had done nothing during the waxing and massage she hadn’t done on previous mornings, and yet, Gemma struggled to contain the emergence of erotic responses. It had dawned on her that Jason’s hands-off approach had been the catalyst. Those cornflower eyes of his had been remorseless. Ever since they had first met, those eyes had pierced her. Even with her own shut, they would be in her mind, lingering in the same way a light bulb’s glow did on the retina. It was as if he could fuck her with those eyes alone. With her lying on the massage table, the strips of wax being whipped off her legs, he had done exactly that, and by the time the waxing had finished, he had left her intensely needy and unfulfilled.
Maria’s firm fingers continued a torture of tactile stimulation. Every time she drifted towards an erogenous area, Gemma squirmed and envisioned sexual images plastered across her consciousness. Enrique’s erotic drawings with their stylised interpretations of her sex life. She dismissed them briskly. Then came Jason, naked and towering over her, ready to use her, or her, suspended from the ceiling, waiting to be turned into his glorified sex toy.
She should have found the experience heavenly and relaxing. Instead, she drifted in a hellish state of arousal and denial. In the back of mind, a voice begged Maria to bury her fingers in Gemma, to stroke or kiss her. Maria wouldn’t, even if Gemma pleaded with her. The problem revealed and planted itself in her mind. She wanted Maria to touch her sexually and intimately.
Except Jason would never permit that. Then Gemma clarified the mental pronouncement.
Jason would never permit Maria to touch me without him being present.
Without him being a spectator.
Without him telling her to do it.
Was she being unfaithful as a wife? The question unnerved her greatly. The two aspects of their relationship, the submissive and loyal wife, were about to come head to head and smash into each other.
Gemma reached out and grasped Maria’s wrist, halting her in mid-movement. “Thank you. That’s sufficient for today.”
She hurriedly dressed and virtually ran away. As she turned to offer gratitude for her services, Gemma couldn’t help but notice the Mexican showed no alarm at her behaviour, in fact, she had a quirky expression on her face.
***
“Señor Lucas.” Maria found Jason alone in his office. “She is in turmoil, Señor. Her body is like electricity under my hands. I can feel the energy. I have felt it many times before in women. You know I have. She stopped me and left before I had finished. The poor woman needs to be put out of her misery.”
“If she wants to be put out of her misery, Maria, she will come to me. I want her completely willing and at ease. I want her to find pleasure and release, not guilt or languish with her insecurities. If she is ready and able, she will beg me. Beg to be used by you and you won’t need to worry. You’ve been patient.”
Maria had been very patient. She didn’t mind. Anticipation made the outcome more satisfying. She craved the opportunities that awaited her and would do as she was told. She always did.
