Page 78 of Judged by Him

Jason turned on his side and propped up his head on his elbow. “Manipulate you? A harsh word perhaps. Let’s be honest. I’ve created a scenario to enable you to explore your own desires more. I’ve always

thought you had the potential to be versatile. However, your training in that respect was extremely limited. I asked Maria to massage you, and I knew I had been leaving you needy. What was your choice, your own decision, was to remain aroused or lose the sentiment. To let yourself have a simple therapeutic massage and nothing sensual. I gave strict instructions Maria was not to touch you in a way that would stimulate you directly, no clit tickling. Everything that happened in that room, your responses and attitude, was down to you and nobody else.”

“So, if I’d gone stiff as a board and felt nothing, would you be disappointed in me? Consider me a bisexual failure!” Her fingers coiled about her shoulders, hugging herself tighter.

“No! Absolutely not. I have said I wouldn’t make you be something you are not. You wouldn’t have disappointed me or failed in any way. What both of us would know is that you would never accept the presence of another female submissive in our play. Babe, please, you could never disappoint me.”

“Another one of your little tests, then?” She wanted to turn her back on him, hide away in annoyance. She fought hard to stay still.

Jason sighed. “Don’t be angry. It is counter-productive. The treatments served a purpose. They kept you relaxed and very refined in appearance. If you saw them as a test, then so be it. If you hadn’t come to me today with these questions, remained uninterested, you wouldn’t be judging this as a test.”

“Maria has been keeping you informed. Hasn’t she?” snapped Gemma.

“Yes. Because I didn’t want to push you too hard. You may recall, this morning, I didn’t lay a finger on you or say a word. I merely watched. Did you want her to touch you, rather than have me? Should I be offended?”

Gemma sprang up, swivelling to face him, hands on her hips. “Yes, you should! Because it’s about being unfaithful. You finally see this as a husband should. Because, to me, Jason, this is all about our status as husband and wife. I feel like I would be unfaithful to you. You see all this sexual play as only part of our D/s lifestyle. I’m your wife above all else. I’ve been tearing myself up because of these feelings of disloyalty. As a sub, I’m curious and willing. As your wife, I don’t know what to do!” She covered her head with her hands. “Argh!”

“Monogamy. Are we monogamous in our marriage? We are. I’m not proposing I have penetrative sex with another woman. You can choose not to, as well. What we can do is introduce another female submissive into our play. Does that satisfy your concerns about faithfulness and devotion to each other?”

“I suppose so.” She relaxed her shoulders slightly. She wasn’t truly put off by the unfaithful argument.

“To me, adultery is not the issue. Neither of us will be having intercourse or making love in a romantic fashion with another of the opposite sex.”

“You’ve an answer to everything, Jason. You make me feel inadequate and foolish.”

Tears hovered in her eyes, waiting to be shed. She struggled to deal with her indecisive demons. Jason sat up straight and faced her.

“I have an answer because I have thought of the questions. What do I do for a living? I acquire businesses and companies. I ask many questions to determine whether they are suitable, profitable, and match my portfolio and the ethos of what my company represents. I like to be prepared.”

“So, I’m an empty-headed numpty who should have thought this all through on my own. Well, thanks for the confidence-boosting chat!”

He was fast reaching the end of his tether, frustration evident in the narrowing of his lips and the lines forming on his forehead. She had to make a decision soon.

“Will you please stop playing the low self-esteem card? You said at the beginning of this conversation you don’t want to screw up. I call that being conscientious, thoughtful, and respectful of me. Your natural attention to detail and, above all else, your pretty, over-analytical mind going into overdrive. Now, stop bloody thinking, and tell me. Do you or do you not want me to ask Maria to touch your sex, suck your little clit, or whatever else will drive you into oblivion? The choice is yours.”

Gemma made her decision and told him.

They spent the rest of afternoon on the sundeck. The heat had become nearly intolerable. With no breeze coming off the waves, neither wanted to sit in the sun. Jason lay on the lounger, under the canopy, reading a hefty novel. Gemma relaxed at the other end of the sundeck. She sat under two parasols, dressed in her bikini, and listening to music. Sublime made its way past the tip of Italy’s boot, on course to reach its heel by midnight. The view from the port side was of an arid country baking in the early summer heat.

Now and again, Gemma would rise and stand against the railings to admire the view. Content to be on her own. Following their frank conversation, she welcomed the break from Jason. They remained out of D/s play. Jason wanted them to both ruminate on her decision and ensure nothing had been said hastily. He also wanted Gemma to have the opportunity to speak again to Jason, unhindered by roles. So far, Gemma hadn’t considered changing her mind.

Her thoughts drifted to home, in particular to Blythewood House and its gardens. She wondered if her vegetable patch was surviving in her absence. She had left a long list of instructions for the head gardener. The greenhouse would be filled with tomato and cucumber plants, and she hoped if any ripened, he would give them to other estate staff. Gemma couldn’t stand the idea of wasted home-grown produce—her labours of love.

Most of her planned changes to the garden had been accomplished and the newly built summerhouse painted and wired with electricity. Situated at the far end of the garden and looking back up to the house, it created an excellent viewing point. Naturally, Jason had to give her the inaugural act of sex within its walls. Nothing kinky, the pair of them had ended up naked and making love on the floor. Fortunately, she’d had the foresight to have carpets laid.

She missed home and work. Three weeks away was a substantial break. Not being in regular contact with her eclectic mix of friends was challenging, especially the absence of rumours and gossip. Then she thought about her day job. Had her current project been successfully accomplished? Did her colleagues mind her going off for three weeks and leaving all her tasks in their laps? Probably, but they were all too friendly and considerate to moan at her or her boss, Daniel.

Shortly before the evening meal, she received an e-mail from Trudy titled Lucky Cow. Her best friend had drooled over the photos Gemma had taken of the yacht and sent to her. The rest of the missive friend was filled with the latest baby news. Little Tom was doing this and that. Her partner, police officer, Greg, worked hard, often night shifts, which made Tom’s demands hard work. Trudy joked “don’t do it!” in reference to her planned conception.

Nursing an empty womb, she didn’t agree with the sentiment. In any case, Gemma knew her wealth would bring a different kind of motherhood. There would be a nanny to help take care of the child. Not a live-in kind. Jason had frowned at the idea, too intrusive on their private lives.

“What about the lair, Jason?” Gemma had wondered, one evening, back at home, about whether they would use his dungeon if children came into the lives.

“I’m going to have a decent baby monitor system wired into the room, or we’ll go to the club. Silly girl.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t fret. If the child doesn’t settle well at night, you’re not going to be interested in exerting yourself. You’ll probably be grateful for the sleep.”

“And you?” she had asked cautiously.

“I’ve said before I will wait for you.” He had kissed her on the lips. “I love you, babe.”

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