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“OK, nothing in your pussy, don’t worry. Most girls don’t like it, especially with the cramps,” he had patted my thigh.
It was not the cramps that had put me off the idea.
“I’ll fuck your arse instead,” he had said matter-of-factly.
I had nodded as if I was perfectly happy with the set-up. The reality was I was losing my thoughts to a place I did not want to go to.
“Gemma, babe, what’s wrong?” had asked Jason softly.
“If you don’t mind, when I get my period, can you just not talk about it,” I had said quietly. “Just do what you want, but don’t make a fuss.”
“OK,” he had said with a shrug.
On the Wednesday he did just that. I had sucked him into a hard rod and turned over for him to use my bum. His fingers had frigged me from below and I came quickly. Regardless of his expertise in bringing me to a climax, it had been another unromantic encounter between the sheets and did nothing for my reservations. I gave and he took, the dynamics were as we agreed and yet it was not sufficient for me any longer. The whole proceedings were over in less than half hour and he fell asleep untroubled, while I lingered in wakefulness, fretting over things.
Trudy’s mother rang me on Thursday to tell me Trudy had been discharged and she was now living with her mum. Trudy’s memory of the attack had not come back. I was relieved for her. In my experience, it was better not to remember anything. The police had lost the trail of her attacker, without a description they could not confirm his identity. Even with the threatening text message, there were no firm leads. The stolen mobile he had used to contact me had never switched on again and the police were convinced he had disposed of the device. I could not bring myself to see Trudy, not while he was on the loose.
***
Friday I bought my ball gown and my mask arrived in the post. Jason and I were staying at Piedmont for the weekend. There would not be any play in his lair.
I hovered outside Jason’s study. Nearly ten o’clock and apart from a brief exchange over dinner it had been another day where he seemed absent in my
life. Sticking my head into his room I found Jason not at his desk but staring out the window as the rain poured down outside.
“Hi. Just wondering if you wanted anything. Wine? Sir?” I held the door handle in my hand, not knowing whether to come in properly.
He answered my question by waving me in. Closing the blinds down, he turned to look at me. That unreadable face again. I waited for him to answer.
“I’m fine.” He reached me in a few graceful steps.
He was dressed in jeans and t-shirt, most unboss-like. Younger looking, heart meltingly handsome and I could see the bulge in his pants. Whenever I was in close proximity to him, I found my face flushed with blood, pangs of desire in my loins and skin prickled with goose bumps. I was desperate to stretch myself out and give over my body to him. He pulled on my waistband and clutched me in his arms. Kisses were pressed hard on my neck and face. I undid the buttons on my jeans and pushed them off my hips so they slipped down to my ankles
“Gem. I need you so much. I’m so glad you’re here with me,” his voice oozed into my ears.
He pulled me to his desk and I perched my bum on the edge. His lips had not left me. It did not take more than a few minutes for him to be inside me, stretching me and probing deep. My knickers were ripped off and lying on the floor. With a gentle shove, he pushed me back and I lay on his desk, head hanging off the edge, my legs up in a V shape and he continued to pummel in and out of me, my hips held firmly in his hands.
“Come for me, baby. Let me hear you,” he groaned at me.
I did and the orgasm was good, exquisite and rippled on deliciously. Jason was more urgent, abrupt and violent reaching deep inside me, planting his seed with force.
“Let’s get to bed, tomorrow is going to be a long day.”
He leaned over me and helped me up.
***
Martinson parked outside the hotel. One of the most elegant and prestigious in the city. I took one more deep breath and prepared myself for the whirlwind that would be Jason’s annual masked ball. Jason was out of the car and coming round to meet me as Martinson opened the car door. Stepping out of the car, I allowed my long red gown to settle around me and reached out to take Jason’s proffered hand.
“You look sublime, Gemma. It is a pleasure to have you here next to me.” Jason was handsome in his black tie suit. Mr Tuxedo himself.
His mask was on, golden and simple, blue eyes staring out of the lion’s face. It continued over the top of his head, like a mane. Just looking at him made my heart flutter uncontrollably. Mine was simpler. I had gone for a gazelle with two horns rising up above my head. I had been tempted to go for a baboon, but somehow I did not think Jason would have been amused.
He was pleased by the gazelle. “You’re my prey,” had been his comment as I slipped it over my eyes in the car.
In an instant his smile had gone. “You will remain on my heels for the duration of the evening, at my beck and call. You will require permission to leave my side.”
I huffed at his instruction until he gave me his severe blue eyed glare and I relented.
