Judged by Him (12 page)

He tossed the book on the nearby lounger and decided to head up to the sundeck. Enrique would be up there with her. With Maria reported unwell, he had asked Enrique to provide for her needs. The man wasn’t adept at serving women, an easy observation to make. Enrique had frowned.

“What service should I provide for her?” he had said slyly.

“You are an impatient man, Enrique,” had said Jason. “Keen to have her in your hands aren’t you? You’ll wait. When I’m ready for her to be touched by another, you will have your fun. We will both have our fun.”

“I can wait.” Enrique folded his arms.

“She’s an artist. Talk about your paintings or graphic art. You don’t have to be friends, but breaking the ice with her might help. Don’t you think?”

***

The earlier massage had been reasonably agreeable, and Gemma had to keep her mind from roaming, taking her to erotic locations and images, ones that didn’t normally trouble her daydreams. Maria had been quiet and distracted, her fingers not quite as forceful or thorough.

Now Gemma wanted to sunbathe properly, unlike Jason, who hid under parasols or hats. Lying on the sundeck, on her favoured sun bed, she basked in the warm air naked and glowing with a sheen of tanning lotion. She rotated every fifteen minutes or so, to create her uniform tan. As she wriggled onto her back on one rotation, she spied Enrique standing in the archway, leaning against the bar. The presence of the man incensed her.

“What do you want, Enrique?” she snapped at him.

“I was sent to see if you had everything you required,” he said haughtily.

“Where is Maria?”

“Maria is indisposed at the moment,” he replied with a shrug. “I’m here instead of her.”

“What’s wrong with her?” said Gemma, sitting up sharply.

“Nothing that a few hours’ sleep won’t help with. She suffers with the occasional migraine.” His face remained expressionless.

“Oh. Poor thing.” Staring at Enrique, she drummed her fingers on the sun bed. “Well, I don’t need anything. So, please leave me alone.”

His lips curled up in a faint smile. “My instructions are to stay with you.”

Gemma fumed and covered her body with a towel.

Enrique strolled out from under the archway. “You can choose to ignore me, señora, or, if you wish, we keep each other company. I have your Master’s permission to be with you.”

“And now you have my permission to go away!” she said fiercely.

“I don’t obey your wishes, señora. You should know that.” He crossed his arms.

Gemma stood up and marched past him, clutching her iPod. Pausing, she turned to face him.

“You just want to ogle me for one of your perverted pictures, Enrique, don’t you?” she snarled. “So fuck off!”

She spun round and walked straight into Jason.

She stepped back, under the shade of the archway, the dimness casting her into shadows. Her heart battered her chest, both with the shock of bumping into him and because instantly she knew he had heard her curse at Enrique. With bright sunshine behind him, his face appeared in silhouette. She couldn’t see his expressions or even his ominous eyes. Sensing her fate, she dropped to her knees.

Swearing at Enrique, a servant to her husband, counted as unacceptable behaviour. His words in the car echoed about her head. She should treat the Mexican couple with respect. She was about to find out how seriously Jason took Enrique’s status.

“Apologise to Enrique,” growled Jason.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, her head turned slightly to where Enrique stood behind her.

“Not very convincing. You can do better,” Jason said coldly. “I sent him to be with you. I hoped you might want to discuss his artwork or engage him in pleasant conversation, but instead you treated him disrespectfully. His position on this yacht does not warrant insolence from you, does it?” His hands rested on his hips.

“No, Sir.” She stared at his bare feet.

“You need a lesson in humility. A reminder of your status.” Reaching down he took hold of her ponytail and proceeded to lead her along to the large square lounger.

“We’ll need to gag her, Enrique.”

The other man had followed behind. “A napkin?”

“Good.” Jason positioned her on the canopied lounger, stripping away her towel and bending her over the end.

She said nothing, lips pressed firmly together, resigned to her fate. Part of her wanted to fight back. The gesture would be futile and counterproductive. Jason bound the napkin around her mouth. She didn’t struggle, but neither did she cooperate.

“Enrique will hold your wrists.”

The Mexican clambered onto the lounger before her and crossed her wrists, gripping them tightly and pulling her up until her she was on tiptoes. Gemma closed her eyes, trying to hide the mortifying presence of Enrique.

She waited to see what Jason would do—a fuck or spank?

Breathless and flushed, one part of her wanted to be used by the two men and another part was filled with trepidation and dread that she wouldn’t be up to the challenge. It didn’t matter about her fantasy. Jason would never permit another man to fuck her.

Gemma was grateful for the few seconds to compose herself and take the necessary deep breaths. She could hear him move about somewhere behind. A clinking of glasses, or something. She imagined a cool liquid slipping down her throat. Was that his intention, to give her a drink? She doubted it, he had already gagged her. Laying her face to one side, she rested a cheek on the soft fabric of the lounger. She waited, searching her memories. The tinkling sound was vaguely familiar. A game Jason had played before, a long time ago. She swallowed hard as she began to recall the punishment.

An intense icy sensation dripped between the groove of her buttocks, and she jumped—ice cubes.

She hadn’t anticipated he would torment her hot pussy with freezing ice. Previously, he had chosen her poor anus. In the heat of the day, the shock of the frozen water inserted into her blazing pussy made her shriek into the improvised gag.

Jason trailed each cube down the cleft of her buttocks before slipping it into her dripping hole. The intense sensation took her to the precipice of pain and pleasure.

Her eyes sprung open, and she saw Enrique grinning, not at her, but over her shoulder at Jason. Another ice cube journeyed down her spine. It felt brutally cold on her sun-drenched skin. She stamped her feet on the decking, resisting the temptation to kick the lounger. Jason slapped her bottom hard. She yelped into the makeshift gag. Other smacks followed, alternating between her buttocks. Iced and spanked, the combination sent her into a quivering mess of a near, but never realised, orgasm.

Jason’s slender fingers stretched, probed, and teased her with the slippery ice. As a coup de grace, he took one last ice cube and pressed it against her anal bud. With a squeal, she sucked it inside her, and there it rested, burning cold until it triggered a tremendous orgasm. The napkin, stuffed in her mouth, silenced her cries.

She basked in further orgasms by the time Jason finished fucking her icy interior. He gasped as he penetrated her. Wide, wet, and taut from the effects of the ice, she relished his thrusts. Water leaked out of her anus, triggering another orgasm. She felt humiliated again, especially with Enrique watching, but this time, unlike in the pool, she wallowed in the experience.

Afterwards, the men sat for a while in the Jacuzzi while she regained her wits. They helped themselves to beer from the fridge and joked about old times. The early days of Jason’s life as a Dominant, his first cruise. Gemma, sufficiently recovered to walk over to the pool, knelt at the edge. Her hair was a mess, her body sticky and red in places, especially her bottom.

“I’m very sorry I was disrespectful to you, Enrique. I would love to know more about your artistic skills. Really, I would. Sorry,” she said softly.

“Please, Señora Gemma. Let us start again. S
í
? We can be gracious adults together, and then your beloved Master will be a happy man. S
í
?”

“Yes. I want to keep my Master happy.”

“I will leave now, señor. Your beautiful sub needs you. She looks like a little lost girl, señor.” He rose out of the pool and collected his clothes.

“Thank you, Enrique,” called out Jason as the other man disappeared towards the stairwell.

Jason touched Gemma’s head with his wet hand, dripping water down her face. “Come join me in here,” he told her. “Warm up that arse.”

“You will find my exterior is plenty warm. I’m a little stunned by the whole scene.”

“Let me take care of you, babe, yes?” He stroked her hair out of her face.

“Please, Sir,” she said quietly.

“Are you going to tell me you hated that scene? It was good, yes? A correction, a reminder of your slave status, and a little erotic pleasure, too.” He said the word little with sarcasm. “The multiple orgasms, and I did notice every one of them. The rather powerful climaxes you let rip, were they not great? I certainly enjoyed mine. Pumped you, didn’t I?” He ran a finger down her cheek.

“Ok. I admit that was fucking amazing! You know I love ice play. So kinky and hot!” She had been resolved to hide her delight from Enrique. “Sorry, I didn’t want the man to know. I will be respectful to him, Jason, but please don’t ask me to like him. I can’t make the connection to him. He wants to be my Dom. I’m sure of it.”

“Possibly. Nevertheless, he isn’t, and you shouldn’t let your dislike show. He is difficult to know. Distant. A true voyeur. I’ve rarely seen him fuck. He watches, memorises, and paints quite erotic pictures. Forget his strident personality and try to get to know him.”

“All right. Argh, I’m so sore and hungry. Can we please eat? I would beg a break from you. Truly, I don’t think I can walk after that,” she implored, hands clasped together.

“All right, babe. For the rest of the afternoon, just Mr. and Mrs Lucas. With luck, we will be off the coast of Sardinia soon, and we can spend a couple of hours anchored in a bay. Go for a swim.”

“That would be fantastic, Jason. Thank you. I love you so much. This holiday is beyond anything I could have dreamed of. Fantastic scenery, mind-blowing kinky sex, and a handsome husband.” She snuggled against him.

“Good, because there is more of all three to come. Time for food, and you can keep a look out for the coast of Sardinia.” He kissed her head. “I love you, too, babe. More than words,” he whispered quietly.

Her heart melted.

***

Lubinsky shuffled his feet, standing straight before the desk in the Jason’s office. Dufour stood next to him, with his hands behind his back and eyes fixed on the wall behind Jason’s head.

Jason sat upright in his chair with fingers drumming on the desk. “Don’t keep me waiting. Well?”

“Jean and I have worked together plenty of times, sir. Last time, we escorted a couple visiting a casino. The gambling went to our heads a bit, sir. When we had free time, I played cards, and I borrowed money from Dufour and lost it all, sir. I owe him.” Lubinsky scowled.

Jason rolled his eyes. “How much?”

“Five thousand dollars, sir.” He winced.

Not much money in Jason’s world, although he understood it was significant to these two men. “Why were you gambling with these amounts?”

“Heat of the moment. To be honest, the job can be tedious.”

Jason slammed his hand on the desk. “What a fucking revelation. There I am, thinking being a bodyguard was a fun-packed day of adventure,” said Jason sarcastically. “You’re not paid to be entertained. You can go back to the Navy if you want excitement. People trust you with their safety, their lives. My wife has been nearly murdered three fucking times, and you think I want that thrill in my life?”

“No, sir. Sorry, sir. Poor choice of words.” Lubinsky swallowed hard.

“How long ago was this card game?”

Lubinsky reddened. “Six months ago.”

Jason flung his chair back and stood up, hands on hips. “Six fucking months. You two have been harbouring this grudge for half a fucking year? Don’t you make enough to pay him back?”

Lubinsky had the air about him of a man who wanted to disappear into the floor. Dufour smirked.

Jason saw the expression. “Don’t you dare! You kept this man in debt for six months without respite and used it to your advantage no doubt!” Dufour bowed his head. “Debts can be paid off in instalments, can’t they?”

“I offered to give him three hundred a month, sir,” replied Lubinsky. “He wanted interest.” Dufour’s head shot back up again, glaring at Lubinsky.

Jason ran his fingers through his hair in disbelief. “Is this the first job you’ve worked on together since then?”

“Yes, sir,” replied Dufour, speaking for the first time.

“You’re not exactly friends, then. In fact, you’re a pair of immature, pathetic boys.”

“We worked well before, sir, until.... I was drunk when I asked for the money. Jean tried to persuade me not to go ahead with the bet. I offered him a share if I won. I lost, and he regretted the decision.”

“Bloody right, I did,” snarled Dufour.

“Shut up!” snapped Jason. “Did you intent to pay him back, Lubinsky? Ever?”

“Yes, sir. My wife...she does the household accounts and, well.... She is a bookkeeper and….”

Jason laughed, tossing his head back. In the midst of the ridiculous conversation, he couldn’t believe a man could be held in check by his wife’s ledger. “An ex-navy SEAL afraid of his wife’s tight rein on the money, eh?” Jason returned to his seat. “Lubinsky, you have a gambling problem, yes? Don’t hide it. I expect your wife keeps a close check on your spending. You get drunk on a job, break your vow of abstinence, and borrow money from this tight bastard here who is more interested in making money than friends. Yes?”

Lubinsky took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling. “My employers don’t know I’ve this problem, my gambling. I go to meetings when I can and stay clear of the Internet unless my wife sits by my side and supervises. I love her very much, and she has stood by me. There hasn’t been a slip up since the last time. I’m sorry the poor communication between my colleague and myself is based on such circumstances.”