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One of many conversations discussing how having a child might change their lives. He hinted she would be made to be submissive in a non-sexual way to make up for the disruption a baby would bring to their nightlife. That way, he could satisfy his need to control her while maintaining her obedience.
“In what way?” she had asked.
“I don’t know. I might develop a suitable fetish, or perhaps you will be required to write or p
aint for me. Put your creative mind to good use.”
“I don’t know why you call me creative,” she had retorted. “You’re the one with all the innovative ideas for humiliating me.”
“My creativity is inspired by you, darling. You’re a deliciously erotic canvas for me. We’re both painters. You paint pictures of what you see about you. I paint your life.”
Gemma had to agree—she was his work of art. However, Enrique was also developing a portfolio of her, and the thought unnerved her from time to time.
Chapter 24. Versatility
At nine o’clock, Gemma peeled off her protective dress and removed her frilly lingerie. In the absence of Maria, she fumbled with her hair. With shaking hands, she fashioned a ponytail. One last fidget as she settled on the rug at the foot of his armchair. Jason’s armchair.
They hadn’t had sex since the previous day. They both needed the break. Whether she was ready for him again was a different matter.
He approached from behind, a familiar path, and flicked her ponytail. Taking his seat opposite her, Gemma noticed he had stripped down to his underpants. She waited for him to speak, taking air in through her nostrils, hoping to calm the raging nerves.
“Lessons, Gemma. Treat this as educational. No impact play, bondage, or toys. A simple training session. You’re going to find out about yourself tonight, and I don’t want your mind clouded. Listen to what I tell you to do. Are you ready?” His magnificent controlling voice filled the space between them, placating her nerves, reassuring and unquestionable.
“Yes, Sir.”
Am I?
Enrique and a naked Maria had appeared. Jason glanced over to him and nodded. Enrique spoke to Maria in Spanish, and she came over, kneeling by Jason’s chair. Permission had been given—another submissive for Jason to control.
“Gemma. I want you to lean back, rest on your hands. Keep your legs apart, tip your head back. Good. Spread those knees wide. Maria, use your mouth. Make her come for me.”
Gemma followed his directions, her arms shaking and nipples stiff. She didn’t especially like the uncomfortable position. She couldn’t see Maria between her legs. She arched her back, offering herself to the Mexican.
It seemed an eternity before she felt the tongue, a tiny, ticklish touch on the tip of her labia. She flinched, unsure of what she thought of being with another woman. Maria repeated her little stabs and each one lasted longer. The arousal, instant, as if a button had been pressed somewhere on her body. Maybe because her head was tilted back and all she could see was the ceiling. Gemma shut her eyes to block out the bright lights.
Maria licked her slit—curling, rolling movements of an expert tongue. The other woman’s fingers found her clitoris. Maria’s head sank down on her. The sucking sound, distinctive, the sensation, both tormenting and divine.
“Oh, my God!” Her body trembled, and her arms shook. She couldn’t support her body for much longer, trying to hold her orgasm in check, unbelieving of her own abilities to be so rapidly aroused.
Jason moved with swift, concise actions. She felt him behind her back as he lifted her body and wrapped his arms around her, supporting her weight. Now, she could see Maria, still positioned between her legs, giving her cunnilingus. The woman’s head bobbed up and down reaching her sex with precision.
Jason held Gemma tight about the neck. His pincer grip under the chin. His other hand encased a breast and squeezed it uncompromisingly. A gentle squash and her insides rocketed with lust. Maria’s tongue had entered her, and she became seriously wet because of the lips slurping on her and the wicked organ running around her vagina. Fingers pinned back her labia for better access, and occasionally, they slipped in between her darting tongue and her pussy. Underneath her bottom, Gemma sensed another movement. A hard stick poking up. By her ears, she heard the hoarse pants as his excitement grew.
“I’m coming!”
He squeezed her tighter. “Come, then.”
She did, and rather strongly. Each spasm radiated out of her pulsating clitoris, and her legs cramped simultaneously, pulling on her sinews. Maria didn’t stop, her lips and tongue continued to flit rhythmically on Gemma’s clitoris. She screeched, and Jason clutched her to him, breathing heavily in her ear.
“Stop.” Maria did immediately. Sitting back, she wiped her smiling mouth with the back of her hand.
“Lesson one,” murmured Jason. “Gemma likes having her pussy cleaned out by a very obliging sub. What do you say to Maria?”
“Thank you, Maria.”
“Good girl. Do you need a break before the next lesson?” Jason stroked his hand up and down her arm.
Her educating Dom, always courteous and accommodating. Up to a point. He would never let her lose momentum.
