Judged by Him (31 page)

Now and again, Gemma would rise and stand against the railings to admire the view. Content to be on her own. Following their frank conversation, she welcomed the break from Jason. They remained out of D/s play. Jason wanted them to both ruminate on her decision and ensure nothing had been said hastily. He also wanted Gemma to have the opportunity to speak again to Jason, unhindered by roles. So far, Gemma hadn’t considered changing her mind.

Her thoughts drifted to home, in particular to Blythewood House and its gardens. She wondered if her vegetable patch was surviving in her absence. She had left a long list of instructions for the head gardener. The greenhouse would be filled with tomato and cucumber plants, and she hoped if any ripened, he would give them to other estate staff. Gemma couldn’t stand the idea of wasted home-grown produce—her labours of love.

Most of her planned changes to the garden had been accomplished and the newly built summerhouse painted and wired with electricity. Situated at the far end of the garden and looking back up to the house, it created an excellent viewing point. Naturally, Jason had to give her the inaugural act of sex within its walls. Nothing kinky, the pair of them had ended up naked and making love on the floor. Fortunately, she’d had the foresight to have carpets laid.

She missed home and work. Three weeks away was a substantial break. Not being in regular contact with her eclectic mix of friends was challenging, especially the absence of rumours and gossip. Then she thought about her day job. Had her current project been successfully accomplished? Did her colleagues mind her going off for three weeks and leaving all her tasks in their laps? Probably, but they were all too friendly and considerate to moan at her or her boss, Daniel.

Shortly before the evening meal, she received an e-mail from Trudy titled
Lucky Cow
. Her best friend had drooled over the photos Gemma had taken of the yacht and sent to her. The rest of the missive friend was filled with the latest baby news. Little Tom was doing this and that. Her partner, police officer, Greg, worked hard, often night shifts, which made Tom’s demands hard work. Trudy joked “don’t do it!” in reference to her planned conception.

Nursing an empty womb, she didn’t agree with the sentiment. In any case, Gemma knew her wealth would bring a different kind of motherhood. There would be a nanny to help take care of the child. Not a live-in kind. Jason had frowned at the idea, too intrusive on their private lives.

“What about the lair, Jason?” Gemma had wondered, one evening, back at home, about whether they would use his dungeon if children came into the lives.

“I’m going to have a decent baby monitor system wired into the room, or we’ll go to the club. Silly girl.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t fret. If the child doesn’t settle well at night, you’re not going to be interested in exerting yourself. You’ll probably be grateful for the sleep.”

“And you?” she had asked cautiously.

“I’ve said before I will wait for you.” He had kissed her on the lips. “I love you, babe.”

One of many conversations discussing how having a child might change their lives. He hinted she would be made to be submissive in a non-sexual way to make up for the disruption a baby would bring to their nightlife. That way, he could satisfy his need to control her while maintaining her obedience.

“In what way?” she had asked.

“I don’t know. I might develop a suitable fetish, or perhaps you will be required to write or paint for me. Put your creative mind to good use.”

“I don’t know why you call me creative,” she had retorted. “You’re the one with all the innovative ideas for humiliating me.”

“My creativity is inspired by you, darling. You’re a deliciously erotic canvas for me. We’re both painters. You paint pictures of what you see about you. I paint your life.”

Gemma had to agree—she was his work of art. However, Enrique was also developing a portfolio of her, and the thought unnerved her from time to time.

At nine o’clock, Gemma peeled off her protective dress and removed her frilly lingerie. In the absence of Maria, she fumbled with her hair. With shaking hands, she fashioned a ponytail. One last fidget as she settled on the rug at the foot of his armchair. Jason’s armchair.

They hadn’t had sex since the previous day. They both needed the break. Whether she was ready for him again was a different matter.

He approached from behind, a familiar path, and flicked her ponytail. Taking his seat opposite her, Gemma noticed he had stripped down to his underpants. She waited for him to speak, taking air in through her nostrils, hoping to calm the raging nerves.

“Lessons, Gemma. Treat this as educational. No impact play, bondage, or toys. A simple training session. You’re going to find out about yourself tonight, and I don’t want your mind clouded. Listen to what I tell you to do. Are you ready?” His magnificent controlling voice filled the space between them, placating her nerves, reassuring and unquestionable.

“Yes, Sir.”

Am I?

Enrique and a naked Maria had appeared. Jason glanced over to him and nodded. Enrique spoke to Maria in Spanish, and she came over, kneeling by Jason’s chair. Permission had been given—another submissive for Jason to control.

“Gemma. I want you to lean back, rest on your hands. Keep your legs apart, tip your head back. Good. Spread those knees wide. Maria, use your mouth. Make her come for me.”

Gemma followed his directions, her arms shaking and nipples stiff. She didn’t especially like the uncomfortable position. She couldn’t see Maria between her legs. She arched her back, offering herself to the Mexican.

It seemed an eternity before she felt the tongue, a tiny, ticklish touch on the tip of her labia. She flinched, unsure of what she thought of being with another woman. Maria repeated her little stabs and each one lasted longer. The arousal, instant, as if a button had been pressed somewhere on her body. Maybe because her head was tilted back and all she could see was the ceiling. Gemma shut her eyes to block out the bright lights.

Maria licked her slit—curling, rolling movements of an expert tongue. The other woman’s fingers found her clitoris. Maria’s head sank down on her. The sucking sound, distinctive, the sensation, both tormenting and divine.

“Oh, my God!” Her body trembled, and her arms shook. She couldn’t support her body for much longer, trying to hold her orgasm in check, unbelieving of her own abilities to be so rapidly aroused.

Jason moved with swift, concise actions. She felt him behind her back as he lifted her body and wrapped his arms around her, supporting her weight. Now, she could see Maria, still positioned between her legs, giving her cunnilingus. The woman’s head bobbed up and down reaching her sex with precision.

Jason held Gemma tight about the neck. His pincer grip under the chin. His other hand encased a breast and squeezed it uncompromisingly. A gentle squash and her insides rocketed with lust. Maria’s tongue had entered her, and she became seriously wet because of the lips slurping on her and the wicked organ running around her vagina. Fingers pinned back her labia for better access, and occasionally, they slipped in between her darting tongue and her pussy. Underneath her bottom, Gemma sensed another movement. A hard stick poking up. By her ears, she heard the hoarse pants as his excitement grew.

“I’m coming!”

He squeezed her tighter. “Come, then.”

She did, and rather strongly. Each spasm radiated out of her pulsating clitoris, and her legs cramped simultaneously, pulling on her sinews. Maria didn’t stop, her lips and tongue continued to flit rhythmically on Gemma’s clitoris. She screeched, and Jason clutched her to him, breathing heavily in her ear.

“Stop.” Maria did immediately. Sitting back, she wiped her smiling mouth with the back of her hand.

“Lesson one,” murmured Jason. “Gemma likes having her pussy cleaned out by a very obliging sub. What do you say to Maria?”

“Thank you, Maria.”

“Good girl. Do you need a break before the next lesson?” Jason stroked his hand up and down her arm.

Her educating Dom, always courteous and accommodating. Up to a point. He would never let her lose momentum.

“No. Please, continue, Sir.”

Jason cocked his head at her. “Did you mind her fingers being inside you?” he asked softly.

She shook my head. “No.” A tiny, whispered response, reflecting her embarrassment.

“I didn’t think so, given that orgasm!” He flicked a finger across her cheek. “Ready?”

“Yes, Sir.” Gemma sat up straighter, lifting her weight off him, and returned to a kneeling pose. Her ready status. Whatever Jason had awoken inside her, it was now in full flight. She wanted more.

“Maria deserves a reward for all her hard work. Now, we agreed, you don’t have to use anything but your fingers.”

“Yes. Sorry.” She had refused to use her mouth, unable to contemplate the idea.

“Don’t apologise. Deep breaths. Think how you pleasure yourself when you masturbate.”

He continued to run a reassuring hand up and down her body. His handsome features, the twitching of his lips, and smile lines around his eyes, settled her anxieties.

“I can try.”

The submissive element in her wanted to give pleasure to Maria, so she would know if she could successfully serve another woman with her sexual abilities.

“Maria, lie on the floor on your back, spread your legs, and give Gemma room.”

Maria eagerly scrambled onto her back, hands gripping her legs behind her knees. Gemma reached forward and touched the other’s clitoris with a solitary index finger. Maria rested her head back and moaned. Seeing her eyes screw up, her mouth dropping open, responding to the touch, stoked Gemma’s enthusiasm.

Gender didn’t matter. Gemma felt like the greedy slut. Desired by another, watching that person take pleasure, encouraged her to try harder. She ran her fingers up and down the woman’s wet slit. The juices spread easily, lubricating her, and Gemma circled her clitoris with her palm, massaging her mound. Maria emitted a continuous stream of groans, and her feet twitched. She pressed down hard, and Maria bucked, hips lifting off the floor. A joyous sensation enveloped Gemma; she wanted Maria to come. Swirling her wrist, she moved her hand faster and faster.

Suddenly, strong hands grabbed Gemma’s waist, and Jason penetrated her slippery pussy from behind. Hard and deep, with one firm thrust of his body, he rammed into her. After nearly a day of abstinence, Jason fucked her with an eagerness brought on by having two women under his control. She shrieked and howled as he pounded against her bottom. Close to her level of tolerance, the tip of his cock pulverising her belly, she snatched air into her lungs. Her eyes watered with the demanding combination of new emotions and rough sex.

Jason paused, his cock resting at her entrance. “Gemma, do you want me to stop?”

He pulled her face into his view. She could see the sweat on his brow. Damp hair shining bright yellow. She couldn’t say no to him. She couldn’t deny him what must be intensely pleasurable. Fucking his submissive wife, while she frigged Maria. It had to be driving him crazy with lust.

Gemma spoke quickly before she could think otherwise. “No. Please. Fuck me hard.”

He didn’t move. She had to convince him. Rarely did she stare so hard into his eyes without flinching. “Please, Jason. Fuck me.”

Jason growled softly and drove his cock back into her. The friction felt intense, as if he had grown in dimensions.

She lost herself. Barely aware of her begging voice, pleading with him not to stop. He didn’t.

“Make Maria come!”

Gemma’s hand ached. Taking a finger, she slipped it inside the other woman’s vagina. Maria writhed as the finger entered her spongy interior, shaking and holding her legs tight while her mouth hung open, gaping.

Although Gemma barely remembered her own final orgasm, she heard Jason calling out with a raucous cry, “Fuck, fuck. Yes!”

He kept going to the very end of his climax. Juddering, he shot, making sure every drop of him filled her. For a few seconds, he stayed knelt behind her, panting. Gemma slithered forward and ended up flat on her belly. She drifted into a state of semi-sleep, barely aware of Jason lying next to her, patting her back.

“Well done, babe. Incredible. You were great.”

Her heart swelled, a joyous sensation amongst the sleepiness.

In the background, Gemma heard noises. The sound of a man grunting loudly and a woman holding back her cries. Enrique had finally been fired into action. Somewhere out of Gemma’s visual range, he was having his girl with rough, essential sex.

The room fell silent with the exception of collective heavy breathing. Soft footsteps fell, and the Mexicans retreated. Rising, Jason relocated to his armchair and patted his leg. Gemma curled up on his lap, relishing the intimacy of nudity and bodily warmth.

“You’re smiling. I take it you enjoyed the scene?” He pulled her damp hair out of the bobble.

Gemma shook her head, allowing her sweaty hair to settle on her shoulders. “Yes, I have to admit, I enjoyed it. I take it the message is to be prepared for
anything
?”

Jason laughed. “You’ve got it.”

“What happens next?”

“Bed. I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty tired.”

Bed would be welcome. She gestured at the floor, the scene of their frisky play. “I meant with…you know…my exploration of my bi-curious side?”

“Impatient little slut, aren’t you? You will have to wait. I’ve established you don’t want to give oral and you’re happy to use your hands. We’ll take it a step at a time. There’s no rush.” Jason tapped her head.

“No.”

A wicked smile of delight appeared on his face. She snuggled closer to him, basking in a warm glow of contentment.

Day Fifteen

Somewhere, nearby in the stateroom, was coffee and buttered toast. The aroma wafted across her nose, rousing Gemma. Dressed in one of his T-shirts, she devoured two slices of toast and a cup of coffee. Opening the blinds, she gazed out over the sea. She no longer noticed the movement of the yacht underfoot. How quickly she had grown accustomed to the subtle, undulating currents. The engines and turbines, a distant humming. She could feel the gentle vibrations when she touched the windows.