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“I’m coming!”
Jason covered her mouth with the palm of his hand, stifling her loud groans of joy.
A cathartic orgasm, sprawled across the padded table. As Jason had granted, Maria provided Gemma with the kind of sensual erotic massage she had never experienced in her wildest dreams. The Mexican had massaged her groin, the perineum and folds of her lips. Subtle movements of the fingertips stretched and rubbed the oils deep into her swollen sex. Intensely erotic, the massage fulfilled Gemma’s long awaited wish, and she devoured the climax as it imploded inside, making her bottom buck up and down on the table.
Her body slumped down, and Jason released her mouth. “Oh, heavenly!”
“Leave us, Maria.”
Locking the door behind her, he stripped off his T-shirt and tied it tight around Gemma’s mouth. She bit down on to the cotton, dragged to the foot of the massage table until her tiptoes touched the floor, leaving her fingers holding onto the padded edge of the surface.
“You are so gorgeous, so beautiful,” he murmured, running his finger down her spine, rising and falling over each vertebrae. “All this is mine. My fuck slave to do with as I please.” His sensual tones aroused her from her stupor. “Hold tight, babe. You’re all slippery and smell divinely aromatic and floral. I feel like I’m going to be fucking you in the midst of a rose bed.”
He started slow, lingering deep inside her after each lunge. After driving her wild with his dallying, the sound of her muted begging encouraged him to pick up his pace, and the table rattled with his exertions. He assisted her with a hand, and they came together. He leant over her and kissed the nape of her neck, untying her improvised soggy gag.
“All right?”
“Yes. Very.” Too drowsy to giggle.
Slumped over the table, she watched him adjust his clothing. Holding up the T-shirt, he pointed at the big wet patch in the middle and scowled.
Gemma stood up and stretched, searching about for the rest of her clothes. “Oh, God, I’m sticky icky.” She wiped between her legs with a handful of tissues.
“Messy, dirty girl.” Jason laughed. “I love having my evil way with you. Sinful as it is. Though hell could be quite tempting, bringing a little torture—”
Gemma froze, her own personal image of hell re-activated from her memories, and it was too real for her to stomach.
Jason quickly embraced her. “Sorry. Bad taste.” His words snapped her out of her unpleasant reverie. “Let’s go and have a shower. We’ll have to sneak up there, avoid the crew. I can’t possibly put this T-shirt back on and you, well, look at you. You’re a mess. A truly beautiful mess!”
***
Floating on the surface of the lower deck pool, Gemma drifted in body and mind. Under the baking sun, Sublime continued its course up the east coast of Italy. After lunch, Jason had gone out on the powerboat with Lubinsky. When he suggested she go with him, she protested she would be sick. Accepting her reason, Jason had put on his wetsuit. The material hugged the outline of his body, accentuating all his muscles and broad shoulders.
Once aboard the powerboat, the two men shot off northwards at a terrific pace of knots. Gemma had given a wave.
She relocated to the sundeck after her minor exertions in the swimming pool. Wearing shorts and a bikini top, she tried to occupy herself with a sketchpad while lying under a parasol, away from the unbearable heat.
r /> Nearly an hour had passed since her husband’s departure. Peeking through the white rails, she hoped to catch sight of the powerboat. Restless, she couldn’t sit any longer. Pacing up and down, the hour became an hour and an half. She had an ominous feeling in her belly. Her stomach went into knots when McKenzie appeared below on the main deck with his binoculars. She filled with panic when, a few minutes later, he arrived on the sundeck with Ludo Savage.
“It’s probably engine failure, Mrs Lucas. It can happen. End up adrift.”
“But isn’t there a two-way radio on the boat?”
“Er. Yes.”
McKenzie didn’t offer any further reassurances.
Gemma could feel the blood drain out of her face. Sweat pooled under her armpits.
“Captain. The cove!” Savage shouted out from the other side of the sundeck.
Gemma could see the powerboat, drifting in the water some distance from a nearby shoreline. There was nobody on the boat. The water around it, deserted. She felt faint, a terrible light-headedness. Legs wobbled uncontrollably. Maria grabbed her hand to steady her.
“Mrs Lucas, please don’t panic. There is probably an explanation for all of this.” Captain McKenzie headed towards the stairs. “I’ll send the launch to bring the other boat back.”
Fetching one boat with another did nothing for Gemma’s nerves. Her heart pounded, thumping hard against her chest wall. Nausea crept into her throat. Close to throwing up on the deck, she heard Ludo shouting something.
