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The sound of Jason answering lifted Gemma. She didn’t care whether her husband would be annoyed with her revelations or not. Perhaps she had expressed herself badly or inappropriately. He would tell her later when they were alone, she was sure of that.
***
“Nowhere.” Jason arrived from the bottom of the stairs. “You don’t have to go anywhere. I’m not going to throw you off the yacht or ruin your holiday. Though you came close to destroying Gemma’s and mine through your ignorance and selfishness, John.”
He moved farther into the room. He had heard Gemma’s final statements and been furious she had been made to expose the true nature of their relationship. He suspected John’s anger had been directed at him, but she had sacrificed her own dignity to placate her brother. Determined not to show his rage, he tried hard to relax his facial features.
“Gemma!” He employed the familiar tone he used to call her to his feet, and she went there and knelt. Head bowed and hands resting on her thighs, ignoring her brother, she rightly chose to focus on Jason.
“Are you all right?” He rested his hand on the top of her head.
“Yes, Sir.” Her trembling voice didn’t convince him.
“You don’t sound all right. Go, have a shower, and dress yourself. We’ll wait for you here. Don’t rush.” He lifted her chin up with his hand and gave her a reassuring smile.
“Thank you, Sir.” She brushed away a solitary tear. Jason wasn’t mad at her, instead he surged with pride at her overt display of submission before her brother. His hands cup
ped her face and as she rose up, his lips met hers, allowing him to linger and taste her.
“I love you, babe,” he murmured. “Go.”
With his wife gone, he turned his attention to his brother-in-law.
John stayed seated, a statue with a drawn expression. Jason offered him a glass of cold water, and he took it. John’s hand trembled as he sipped the liquid. Could his brother-in-law ever come to terms with all he had been told, or would he have to cast Gemma aside, unable to rebuild a relationship with his little sister? The matter, in Jason’s opinion, had to be resolved for the last time.
Jason sat opposite John, waiting patiently for the younger man to collect his thoughts. There was no rush. Prior to arriving on the deck, Jason had already dispensed one lecture to an ill-disciplined woman, and he wasn’t really in the mood to vent his spleen a second time.
Maria had been found by Enrique and been brought to the sundeck while Gemma placated her brother on the deck below. When Jason told Maria she must have left the door unlocked, she had been horrified, especially after Enrique had told her what had happened on the flybridge. She had gone white.
She told them what she had done, the pile of laundry she had been carrying. The need to leave the door ajar so she could carry her load. The door she had left open connected the sundeck to the main deck, a back entrance on the aft side of the yacht rather than the main amidships stairwell. She wouldn’t have anticipated that during the few minutes she had left the door open it would have been chanced upon by the other guests.
Jason had been furious at her stupidity. She’d tried to explain her absentminded actions, and he had ripped into her. Reminding her the most important rule he had asked them to comply with was ensuring privacy. She had failed, and he would not consider any excuses. She would be punished. Jason then asked Enrique to carry it out after their guests had left the yacht. He would witness the penalty. In meantime, she would offer her profuse apologies to Gemma.
John placed a half-empty glass of water on the coffee table and stared Jason squarely in the eyes.
Before descending from the sundeck, he had covered his bare torso with a long-sleeved, white shirt, and now he proceeded to roll up the sleeves with slow twists of his fingers. John flinched, as if Jason was about to engage in a bare-knuckle fight.
Jason spoke into the tense silence. “Contrary to my wife’s derogatory description of her status, she is not in reality my slave in the true definition of the word. She consents. Slave represents the terminology we choose to use to help define our roles. She is quite plainly my beloved wife. I will spend every last penny of my wealth, every part of me to keep her protected and safe. She also happens to be my submissive to my Dominant. She relinquishes part of her life for me to control, and that is mainly sexual in practice. For Gemma and myself, there is nothing contradictory about the dichotomy. We have no issues being both things. I’m not saying we exist in a fantasy world. Being a Dom and sub are real facets of us, our personalities, and are not acted out. Gemma and I will talk about play, scenes, and we will address each other in a different way, different tones of voices. However, such distinctions do not trivialise or make a joke of what we do together. Do you understand what I’m saying?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Yes. I think so,” John said. “I don’t think I will ever understand why she lets you treat her that way, even if she consents. However, I respect it is her life, her choice. I’m sorry about the intrusion. We have forced you and Gemma yet again to reveal aspects of your life that are private and none of our business. You have to appreciate she is my sister and will always be my sister, whatever happens in your relationship with her. You must understand how strongly I feel in my regard to my sister. Your need to protect her is the same as mine, Jason.”
John held his gaze, and Jason rewarded with a small nod.
“Good,” continued Jason. “Please be clear on this, how you see us behave—as Master and slave—is a feature of our time together on this cruise. Both of us agreed it is how we wish to spend our vacation together. Don’t judge us based on one snapshot. Once we return home, we shall return to our normal arrangement, and Gemma will only be my submissive in the bedroom. Well, mostly in the bedroom.” Jason smiled; he missed his dungeon. “Let us try and pick up the pieces of this mess and move on. End this weekend on a better note?”
Andrea shifted in her seat. “Sure. What about Gemma. Is she okay? I mean....”
“I will go to her now. Please return to the main deck. I’m sure we will join you shortly.” Jason rose and stepped out of the way of the departing couple. “Lunch will be served very soon.”
***
Jason found Gemma drying her hair. Alone.
“Where is Maria?” he asked.
“I sent her away. She apologised, but I didn’t want her.”
Gemma put down her brush, and Jason picked it up, continuing to brush her damp, long strands. Taking the hair dryer, he carried on the task she had started.
