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“I need to work. You can rest on the floor while I finish some things off.”
Exhausted and aching, she curled up on a pile of cushions, wrapping a blanket about her naked form. She felt cosy and tranquil. Consequently, she fell asleep.
Gemma awoke with a small start. Jason’s fingers had slipped under the blanket, and he unwrapped her, manipulating her body.
“Sssh,” he murmured as he moved her.
Barely awake, somewhat unaware of his actions, she felt him penetrate her pussy. An unhurried dip, aided by lubrication. The cool gel applied as she slumbered. He knelt on one of the cushions. Gradually he unfolded her, and lifted one of her legs high up against his shoulder. Deeper and deeper, he thrust, pushing into her pelvis. As she became more sentient, he picked up his pace and force. She stretched, uncoiled underneath him, and arched her back. She met each of his thrusts with a clench of her pussy.
He grunted in time with his exertions. Sweat shimmered on his brow. He’d not bothered to undress, merely pulled his pants down and entered her. She clung to him, pulling him lower until she could reach his neck and kiss him. Her legs, now spread wide, were once again aching. She didn’t care. Some types of pain were worth it.
“Please may I come, Master,” she implored as she hovered on the brink.
“You may. A strong one, baby. Squeeze me hard,” he groaned without slowing his rhythm.
She hollered and clenched his cock hard with her spasming muscles.
“Yes. Fuck! Oh, fuck, Gem.” His cries were loud as he leant into her, depositing a large load of his cum deep inside. For a while, Jason lay next to her, his arm tucked around her shoulders, and she snuggled up against him. The blanket just about covering both of them.
Clearing his throat, he reflected on the day’s events. “I don’t need a service submissive. But if I asked you to be, you should be prepared. Today you proved you can be a good one. So, let that be a lesson to you. I don’t ask much out of you beyond the fucks, the kink, the odd ritual. Don’t disappoint me when I do.”
“I’m very grateful to you, Master. I have everything I need. I can’t bear disappointing you.” She ran her hand over his chest, feeling his heartbeats through his damp shirt.
“I know, babe. So go and have a lovely hot bath. If Joshua wakes, I’ll look after him. You can have a decent night’s sleep.”
Chapter 17. Injured
“Er, Mrs Lucas, I don’t want you to panic,” said Martinson on the other end of the phone, so of course Gemma’s heart rate shot up, “but your husband has been in a car accident.”
“What!” She rasped the word out while holding her breath.
“He’s fine,” said Martinson. “Nothing serious. They’ve taken him to hospital, a precaution,”
“What?” Hospital!
“The passenger side took the brunt of the impact. Some idiot drove out of the junction straight into us. Probably drunk.”
“Hospital?”
“Yes. Nothing appears to be broken, but they thought he should have his arm x-rayed as a precaution.”
“Arm?” My God. He’s injured!
“His left arm. Passenger side. Please don’t worry, he was walking, talking, everything normal,” explained Martinson.
Finally, she processed the information. Her lungs stopped scraping air into them, and her heartbeats ceased drowning out her hearing. Martinson had been driving, not Jason. The bodyguard sounded fine.
“Are you all right, Chris?” She addressed him by his first name. It seemed appropriate, under the circumstances.
“Okay, ma’am. Car’s built like a tank; it’s why we use them. He told me you’re to stay put. He will be home soon, and you’re not to go running to the hospital in a state—his words not mine.”
The remark at least made her smile. Gemma wanted to reject the idea and race off to be at Jason’s side.
She heard a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the phone. “Mrs Lucas?” asked Martinson.
“Okay. I’ll wait here.”
Clara hovered in the background and Gemma could see the anxious face listening to the one-sided conversation. Martinson was breathing heavily on the phone, as if he had been running. Telling her the news hadn’t been easy for him. All the security team knew she had a tendency to panic and dash off without thinking. He must have been worried she would drive herself to the hospital and ignore the safety protocols—that, in public places, she had to be escorted.
