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He wagged a playful finger. “You have twenty minutes to get ready for dinner. So, be quick. If you have trouble sitting this evening, you only have yourself to blame.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you for spanking me, Sir.”
Wriggling her throbbing bottom in his direction, she fancied he had wanted to find an excuse to spank her for the last few days. The last instance over the armchair had involved tears and protestations. Not the best kind of spanking for either of them. A playful spanking relieved tensions and lifted their spirits. Jason, following his stressful sea rescue, had manufactured an excuse. She didn’t mind.
“You’re welcome.” A slow smile spread across his face until teeth glinted.
Gemma waited until she reached the seclusion of the bathroom before muttering, “You bastard,” under her breath. She tried not to smirk at her reflection in the mirror. Now, she was certain he had set her up; the grin on his face had said it all. She also noticed he never answered her question. His pain threshold remained elusive and untestable by her.
After dinner, he took her hand and led her to the stateroom. A firm grip and she felt her heart starting to pound and her insides buzz with expectation. Enrique and Maria had the evening off, hidden away in their own cabin, up to their own games.
Gemma stood in the middle of the stateroom, while Jason circled around her divesting himself of his shoes, then jacket, watch, and socks. Halting in front of her, he took her chin and tilted her head up to him. His mouth descended and his lips encased her own. He peeled her dress off, unclipped her bra and, kneeling, slipped off her knickers. Rising, he paused between her legs and inhaled her sex. For a few minutes, he inserted his tongue into her slit and flicked it back and forth, making her gasp and rock on her feet.
“Undress me,” he whispered.
She unbuttoned his shirt, running her hands down his chest, over his abdominal muscles to his waistband. His button undone, his flies unzipped, she pulled his trousers off his hips and he stepped out of the legs. Next, kneeling, she lowered his boxer shorts and tossed them to one side. Resplendent and large. Upright and rigid. His cock was a joy to behold.
Leaving her on her knees, he fetched the cordless vibrating wand. Handing the device to her, he told her to place it against her pleasure point and press hard. He commanded her to kneel at his feet, peering up at him, while he enjoyed his erection, running his hand up and down, tugging on the tip.
Grabbing her hair, he came first, all over her upturned face. Not far behind, he held her by the hair until she completed her climax, writhing and twisting while he clung to her hair.
“Thank you! Oh, God, thank you!” she murmured as he took the wand off her.
“Go and clean yourself. I’m tired. That is sufficient for tonight.”
Standing in the bathroom, Gemma examined her reflection in the mirror. His semen trickled down her face onto her bosom. White globules of fluid had collected on her nose, lips, and chin. She smeared the thick liquid all over her face, spreading into her skin as if it was lotion. She licked her lips and then the palms of her hands. She tasted of him. She had him all over her face. A small smile crossed her face.
Climbing into bed Gemma noticed he had gone to sleep. Soft regular breaths and a perfectly still body. Lying on her back, she rubbed a finger over her face and sucked on it. She purred. If he didn’t put his seed inside her, she would keep it on her face and, now and again, have another sample of him until she fell asleep.
Chapter 26. Reflections
Day Sixteen
Gemma rose early in the morning and washed her face. The sticky mess had dried on her cheeks. By the time he woke up, she had poured his coffee and placed the mug on the bedside table next to his buttered, toasted bagels and glass of orange juice.
Jason woke to find her kneeling by the bed. “You’re gorgeous, babe. I love it when you greet me like this in the morning.”
Gemma rested her elbows on the edge of the mattress. “Would you like to fuck me before or after breakfast, Sir?” She propped her chin on the back of her hands and fluttered her eyelashes.
Jason laughed. “I’m hungry. You’ll have to wait. Go and find Maria. I’m going to take my time having breakfast in bed then check my e-mails.”
“As you wish, Sir.” She couldn’t resist wiggling her bottom as she left—her “this is what you’re missing” taunt. His chuckles followed her out of the room.
Following her massage, Maria draped a robe over Gemma’s oiled skin. Maria’s hands rested on her shoulders briefly, squeezing them in a reassuring fashion.
“Thank you, Maria. Perfect, as usual.”
She sauntered back up to their deck, feeling relaxed and ready to deal with whatever Jason desired. Knowing he had work to do, she hunted around the salon until she found a few items to take into his office. She planned to keep him company as unobtrusively as possible. Tapping on the door, she slipped into the room.
She tossed a blanket and magazine on the floor before joining them. Unlike the first time, she didn’t attract his attention with her flirtatious body; she felt cold. The turbulent air conditioning blasted, and she wrapped the blanket about her. She curled up into a cocoon. Shutting his laptop down, he leant back in his chair, and his hand brushed against the visible bulge in his pants.
An hour later, the state of the bed told a story of their lovemaking. The stained sheets kicked to the bottom, pillows scattered about, and sweat dripping off their bodies onto the mattress. Even in the midst of straight, vanilla sex, Jason led her as if he was a film director. How she should touch him, and his words, hands, and eyes articulated where she should position her body to receive him. She lapped up the instructions, finding his voice seductive and gently assertive. Secretly, she wished he controlled her orgasms. To have him in her and speak the word “come!” would make her melt around him.
Satiated and spent, Gemma leant her head on the leather boarding and between her legs, on his stomach and resting his head on her belly, lay Jason. Motionless and breathing quietly, his rapid exertions ceased. She stroked his hair with her hands, running her fingers through his blond strands, which had darkened with perspiration. Fresh sweat gave off a divine smell.
“Still not bald,” he muttered into her belly.
She jumped slightly. “I thought you were asleep.” Fooled yet again by the expert. But she smiled, he’d spoken those words to her when she had first touched his bare body nearly three years earlier.
