Judged by Him (11 page)

“You trust me. So why not relax and enjoy it, here in the middle of the sea. Why care who is watching? We’re not doing anything kinky.”

“I simply have a deep-seated mistrust of my own reaction to having sex with people about. It dampens my arousal. I don’t want to be seen as a prostitute or, this sounds silly, rubbish at it.”

“Babe, you’re not rubbish at sex. Quite the contrary. You’re very accomplished at it, not a harlot or prostitute. If I exhibit you, it’s because I’m proud of you. You had a bad experience with abusive humiliation, not erotic humiliation. Not all women are turned on by being humiliated or exhibited. I accept it won’t be your preference, but I do expect you to submit willingly and to please me, not dwell in the murky past and shrivel up in my arms. Take pride in my pride in you.”

“Thank you for the kind words. I will try, Master. But you must accept I won’t always go to those places with you.”

He wasn’t convinced, far from it. Humiliation or exhibitionism were not hard limits any longer, certainly in the private arenas he had created for their play, and he wasn’t going to restrict their usage. His chosen scenes weren’t requests to be declined. The word “try” wasn’t acceptable when “do” was what he expected. He would plan a scene that would require her acquiescence once and for all.

“Go shower. Let Maria braid your hair. We will dine early. No need to keep Spanish times for meals any longer.”

***

Jason left Gemma in the pool, taking his robe from Enrique as he returned indoors.

Though the water play had been fun, Gemma had found the sex too swift to take any erotic pleasure. The added knowledge that the crew had watched them had dampened her desires. Such a blatant weakness had been unearthed by her husband, then prised apart and dissected.

Talking to Jason with her back to him had given her the courage to describe her first scene of humiliation. She’d wondered if Jason found her behaviour to be no different from a whore. It had been how she felt inside after the foolhardy encounter in the bike shed. However, he hadn’t called her a whore. That had been her own conclusion.

Maria handed her a towel. “Another time, he will think of you.”

Gemma couldn’t hide her disappointment. She would find a way to make him want her again.

***

When Gemma came down from the sundeck with a towelling robe draped around her
,
Jason waited at the bottom of the stairs. She had taken the opportunity for late evening sunbathing in the dregs of the day’s heat, while he had a post-meal coffee and chat with McKenzie regarding the route for the next few days.

Jason needed to work. An unfortunate necessity, as one of his favoured acquisitions had reached a critical stage of the negotiations. E-mails flew around, and meetings were happening in his absence. Reading between the lines, he had a sense of foreboding.

The sun had set, and the stars had come out in abundance.

“I love it up there,” she told him. “I could spend hours looking at the constellations, drifting between the stars like a comet in space.”

Not a surprising admission for Jason to hear, her love of open, stark places was entrenched in her bloodstream. He suggested she check the Internet for maps of the stars and try to spot the major constellations.

She shook her head. “I prefer to make up my own names and designs in the sky.” She stretched a hand above her head, drawing lines in the air.

He caught a glimpse of her breasts as she painted her imaginary lines, the henna tattoo made them pert and gloriously enlarged. He adored the delicious curvature of each breast. Jason headed to the office, and he backtracked to fetch a large, thick blanket from the storage box.

“Come with me.” He waved a finger, and she arched her eyebrows in response. “Actually, go find something to entertain yourself. I don’t want you bored.”

Gemma returned with her Kindle. Greatly to his pleasure, she had removed the robe to reveal her nudity. Jason laid the blanket out on the floor of the office and pointed to it.

“Help yourself to cushions. Stay down there. At my feet.”

She grinned at the request. Jason booted up his laptop and began the laborious task of sorting through his e-mail by prioritising and dismissing irrelevant messages.

Gemma wriggled about, reading her novel, distracting him. Eventually, she seemed to find a comfortable position, lounging on her belly. She kept her legs parted, showing her glistening pussy. He ignored her and shifted his eyes to the monitor of his laptop.

Two of the e-mails caught his immediate attention. One from Philip, his right hand man, and the other from Anna, a senior lawyer with the company. The contents of the messages were laced with the nuances of frustration and ill-ease. Neither of them had been explicit in writing with regard to problems, knowing Jason had been receiving copies. He fancied they did not want to rile him during his holiday.

A sensation distracted him. Gemma kissed one of his bare feet.

“Sorry, Sir. Need to pee. Please, may I use the bathroom?” she said sweetly—almost too angelically, he thought.

She fluttered her eyelashes at him. He shooed her away. When she came back, Jason had managed to contact Philip by instant messenger and suggested they speak on the phone. Jason switched the call to speakerphone and leant back in his chair.

“Jason. Sorry these issues are flaring up on your holiday. Bloody typical.”

“These speculations of undisclosed assets, what have you found out?”

Philip revealed, hesitantly, that the company at the centre of the acquisition had unlisted assets. More worrying, they had declared assets they no longer held or had sold off previously. Jason could imagine Philip’s troubled face back in London.

“Go back to the due diligence, every inch of it. Check we haven’t missed anything. I don’t want to blow this open without evidence.” Jason flicked a pencil across the table. “Don’t rush, I want this done carefully.”

He glanced down at Gemma, she cocked her head to one side. The word asset had caught her ear.

“Hopefully, we’ll find an error in our figures. I would rather it came from our end,” said Philip, echoing Jason’s thoughts. “You should set Gemma to work. Why should she have all the fun! Plug in her laptop and let her check our figures!” Philip chuckled.

“She didn’t bring it. Sensible girl.”

“Shame. She should be slaving away for you, not basking in the sun.”

Jason laughed at the euphuism. Philip didn’t know she was slaving away for Jason for the duration of the holiday.

“I should put her to work at my feet!” Jason gave Gemma a poke with his foot as she rolled her eyes at him.

“Cruel man!” said Philip. “Say hi to her. Tell her she should chill out and ignore you!”

Jason rested his feet on her bottom and earned a look of mock indignation. “She can try, but she is a very dutiful wife, Philip. She wouldn’t dare ignore me.”

Philip laughed. “Let her have fun, poor girl.”

“Oh, she’s having fun. Plenty of it. How can she not? A yacht in the middle of the Med. Sunshine and beautiful scenery. Take my word for it, she is well entertained.”

They finished the call with a list of outstanding actions and a promise by Philip to e-mail Jason his findings as soon as possible. Gemma lay on her side. Her hips curved and her breasts slumped to one side, presenting a nest of generous warm delights. She gazed at him, right at his face, eyeballing him. Jason’s found his green-eyed goddess very sexy.

Jason shut the laptop lid. “Give me your Kindle.”

Gemma hesitated and then offered him her device. Jason scanned through a few pages and then put the Kindle on his desk. “Smut. You’re reading smut at my feet. No wonder you’re pushing my buttons. Fucking me with your eyes, aren’t you, my greedy slut.”

Gemma gave him a tiny grin of acknowledgement.

“Put your fingers inside. Use them. Make yourself come.” She went to kneel before him and he shook his head. “No, on your back. Spread your legs up and over.”

Gemma held her legs wide apart and her tattooed hand circled vigorously over her clit. Round and round she rotated, her painted red nails blurring, her back arched, and she groaned.

“I’m coming,” she muttered.

When it came to a swift attack, Jason was a demon for pouncing. The moment Gemma’s leg muscle spasmed and rippled, her stomach trembling, he knelt between her legs. His cock had hardened rapidly watching her masturbate. He buried himself deep inside her, and she raised her hips, inviting him to lunge deeper and harder. A hand looped about her neck, yanking back her hair and allowing him to suck hard on her exposed throat.

She shrieked. In one breath, she begged him to stop, and in the next, never to cease. Above and around her, Jason pinned her to the floor, ensuring she couldn’t escape. Her hands stretched out and clawed at the blanket while her wetness below spread about the fabric. The smell of raw sex permeated the air as it crept out of her body and slipped into Jason’s nostrils. The scent drove him to expand inside her, stretching her with his dimensions.

Sensing her impending orgasm, he drew her arms back and speared her repeatedly. Smacking her upper thighs and buttocks until they glowed red-hot and flaming, she came at the perfect moment. Tightening around his own climaxing erection, he spurted long and deep as she clung to him. Jason’s mouth let loose a string of expletives, while hers released an abrupt cry.

They lay on the floor for a while. Her eyes squeezed shut, her breaths rapid. However, Jason saw no distress or overt discomfort, and their combined natural fluids oozed out of her, making a mess of the blanket. Curled up, her breathing slowing, she appeared to have gone to sleep, which was often what happened after an intense orgasm. He extracted himself and left to change.

Coming back in fresh clothes, Jason stepped over her limp form. Lifting up the laptop lid, he carried on working as if nothing had transpired. When Gemma was ready, he would let her bathe and clean up her shambolic body. Maria was a godsend when it came to looking after her. The rapport between the two women pleased him. For now, the sight of a well-fucked Gemma, slumped and inert on the floor, added to his pleasure. She certainly wasn’t flirting with him. Jason doubted she could lift her head off the floor.

By the time she stirred, he had managed to deal with a decent chunk of outstanding work. She knelt on the floor, bemused and grubby.

“Off with you. Clean yourself up. Have a nice bath or something,” he told her.

Gemma gathered up the blanket and her playthings.

“Next time I want you in here while I work, you will, as a good submissive slave should, wait patiently. No horny book reading.”

“Yes, Sir” A little tear pathetically trickled down her face. “I thought...I pleased you.”

“You did, babe You always do.” Jason meant those words. He caught her hand and drew her naked form onto his lap. “That’s not what this is about, is it? You wanted sex this evening, and you got it, as I wanted it. If I had wanted a romantic wife, we would have spent a pleasant evening together and I would have taken you to bed to make love to you. When I want sexual relief, I choose, I decide, and I control the situation.”

Her face flushed pink at his words. Jason chuckled to himself. It didn’t take much to ignite his wife’s passions.

“You seemed pissed off with work, and I thought you needed the distraction. Sorry.”

“I don’t need the distraction. I wanted company and the knowledge you are there ready and waiting for me. Your availability is all I require, nothing gauche. Go and have your bath.” Jason saw her despondent expression. “I’m not cross with you, babe. I’m pointing out this isn’t about you, is it?”

Gemma exhaled slowly. “No.”

The day ended peacefully. Abandoning his work, Jason and his wife played backgammon under the mast arch of the sundeck. Moonlight glistened on the water as the yacht sailed across the sea. Between turns, Gemma sometimes gazed up at the night sky, other times, she stared down at the water. Sitting wrapped in a blanket, she gave her husband an adoring smile as she knocked another one of his counters to the middle of the board. He returned the compliment, taking two of hers out.

She won two games to his love and clapped her hands. Jason yawned. He blamed his losses on tiredness. Neither expressed an interest in further sex. The vigorous play in his office had been sufficient. Climbing in, they snuggled under the sheets. Their warm bodies spooned and joined in sleep.

Day Five

Stretched out on a lounger in the aft area of the upper deck, Jason read a book. His khaki cargo shorts hung low about his hips; the blond hairs on his legs shone lighter as his skin tanned underneath. A baseball hat kept his face sheltered from the bright sunbeams, and he was content to take in the sun and smell the salt air.

Work occupied his mind, an unfortunate intrusion of thoughts constantly interrupting his leisurely reading. He substituted these unwanted thoughts with those of his wife. She would be naked up on the sundeck, her henna tattoos creating a pattern of suntan that would be revealed once the dye had faded.

The idea of temporarily marking her had come to him one day as he watched a group of Asian women walk down the street. His car was stuck in traffic, and he had time to see their hands. The rest of the bodies were covered by colourful saris. The image of Gemma with decorated hands and feet tantalised him.

His groin stirred. If he had been at work, he would have refocused his mind on his daily tasks. This day, he didn’t have to. In fact, the opposite was possible. She was up there, ready and available. Sometimes he wished they were the only ones on the yacht, allowing him to use her freely, without the precautions of avoiding the eyes and ears of the ignorant crew. He would bend her over the rails and enter her, hair flowing in the breeze as
Sublime
sailed serenely in the water, or better still, tie her to the railings and whip her like during the days of buccaneers and pirates.

He had always told Gemma he didn’t role-play or act out fantasies. A half-truth. He was happy to use fantasies as inspirational notions or designs for his scenes. If
Sublime
were a sailing yacht rather than a motor yacht, he would have lashed her to a mast and fucked her. His cock hardened and, since he was on holiday, he would do as a Master should—use his slave for his own purposes.