Judged by Him (41 page)

“I’m going to fuck you now. Then you can sleep.”

“I’m yours.”

As the heat dispersed from her raging buttocks, another warmth consumed her flesh—the heat of passion. His thumb made slow, circular motions around her clitoris and, as he pressed, he lit a spark inside her. A small fuse burnt and spread its ignition around her body. From between her legs, up into her pert breasts, and down her inner thighs, forcing her legs to part in eagerness.

An erotic switch, one Jason could flick whenever he wished, and she couldn’t help responding to it. With its power, he added his voice, his piercing blue eyes, and the pressure of his hardening cock against her leg. All of those things caused Gemma to catch her breath.

Her juices flowed as his thumb twisted and turned. Then his fingers grasped her pussy lips, squeezing them. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her pelvis up. A shriek left her mouth, and her toes curled. He lay on top of her. He dragged her wrists above her head and then ground his stiff cock into her belly. Pre-cum smeared over her skin as he trailed his unbridled erection up between her breasts. In response, she dropped her lower jaw and stuck out her tongue to receive him. Sitting astride her head, he lowered himself into her mouth and fisted his hands her hair.

“Fuck this!” he growled.

The voice always made her melt, and she thrashed her legs about under him. She wasn’t struggling for release or escape. The adrenaline hit her body with a rush. Reaching round his hips, her hands sought and found his firm buttocks. The dimples in his cheeks highlighted his musculature, and a groan left him as she cupped him in her palms.

To have Jason towering above her, with his splendid nudity reigning about her torso, made her soar inside.

“I’m coming,” she spluttered.

He couldn’t stop her and, as she began to implode, he dived down her body and plundered her clenching pussy. The squirting, as he rose up inside her juice-drenched passage, audible and undeniable. Smothering her, he took full advantage of her orgasm. He used it and made others out of it, targeting her G-spot with his bulbous tip. Fisting sheets in her hands, she anchored herself on the bed to prevent her pummelled body from smashing into the headboard.

The force of his fucking delighted her. She felt no fear that his intensive style would become aggressive or out of control. Many times, they had come to this place where he held her. It had been born in her fantasy world and made real by her lover, her husband, and her Dominant. No longer the immature girl, who had let boys chase her and men exploit her, she found her sanctuary. Surrendered and powerless to prevent Jason’s sexual domination, she couldn’t stop the orgasms flooding her.

Her back arched up, ligaments stretched, signalling the potential breaching of her tolerance levels. Muscles and sinews were close to being pulled out of line as his strength overcame her weaker body. Jason withdrew, flipped Gemma over onto her belly, and sank into her for his final onslaught. One hand held her hair, his other her waist. And he kept her fixed under him until he poured his essence into her.

Gemma could feel the heat along with his hips chafing her sore bottom. The strange addition of pain brought her to a last and ultimately exhausting orgasm.

***

Gemma’s submission fed Jason’s own needs, her ultimate power over him. To give him control and leave it in his hands to do as he saw fit. His hands were his ambassadors, sent out to rove and explore her stricken flesh. As each wave of muscle had clenched about him, he ached to have his own completion. The longer he held it at bay, the more she came and the greater his cock grew inside her. His piston had pumped from her lips to barrier, stretching and ploughing a path to her cervix.

The subsequent drop was long and hard for them both. They panted, descended, and collapsed into an embrace of kisses. Words of admiration offered by both parties, and Jason found tears on her cheeks. She appeared unaware of the leakage. Jason chased the teardrops away with his thumbs and drew a quilt over their sweaty bodies, trapping in the heat, and she slipped into slumber.

The next day, there would be no more fucking her. Instead, he would make love gently, and he would ensure she was in as little pain as possible, achieved her orgasm, and he wouldn’t interfere with her pleasure. That night, for one last time aboard
Sublime
, she had been his to do with as he wished. He had the pleasure of watching her lose herself to him. His passionate heart soared. He kept it hidden from all but his lover. His submissive. His wife.

Day Nineteen

Gemma found upon waking that Jason had already risen, showered, and breakfasted. She followed his lead and went to have her last shower in the marble-encased bathroom. Stepping around the misted glass panels, Jason greeted her with a towel.

“I’ve been packing up my laptop. Have you had breakfast?”

“Not yet, Sir.” She patted down her body. “How is your arm?”

“Esteban inspected it this morning, checked the dressing. No sign of infection. I’m fine.”

She pictured Modesto, drugged up and locked in a prison cell. She almost pitied him. “What will happen to Modesto? Did you find anything else about him?”

Jason leant back on the dresser and crossed his arms. “Yes. Lubinsky received a report from the Philippines. He told me earlier over breakfast with McKenzie.”

“And? Please tell me, Sir.”

“He had a different name, but his description and details matched. He’d run away to sea, just like Ted. According to the authorities out there, his father beat his mother. Something the young Modesto witnessed countless times throughout his childhood. He ended the violence himself. Knifed his father in the chest while his mother slept. Modesto spied on us playing in the pool. I guess the sight of me doing kinky play triggered a reoccurrence of his childhood memories. I think you understand.”

She could feel trickles of water dripping down her legs, but her hands remained rooted to her sides, unable to move. “Yes. I do….”

“Babe?” His hand touched her shoulder, and he cocked his head to one side. “Tell me.”

“I thought I saw something.” Bending down, she started to dry her legs.

Jason straightened, and his hand slipped away. “What? When?”

Gemma stopped, slowly rose, and gave her husband a grimace. He wouldn’t like what she was about to tell him. “When you had a little go at my tits. You know…. The window behind you. I assumed it was a seagull or something. I don’t know. I wasn’t exactly with it. Perhaps, thinking about it, it could have been a head peeping up.”

He ran his fingers through his hair. “Shit. He saw me smacking your tits. That could explain a lot. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I put it down to my imagination. I was pre-occupied.” She grinned, trying to relieve the tension. “I forgot about it.”

“Um.” Jason perched back on the dresser. “I suppose I did the same. Modesto watching us in the pool. Didn’t bother me. He wasn’t the only one.”

She wanted to make a snarky remark, reminding him why she didn’t like observers, but the time didn’t seem appropriate. They had both been oblivious to the risks posed by Modesto. Nobody knew his past or what he might be capable of doing. “What I don’t get is how he got into our room. I thought he didn’t have access?”

“Ah.” Jason gave his head a small shake and frowned. “It would seem Ted had a poor memory for numbers. He wrote the code down on a scrap of paper. Must have kept it someplace in his cabin. Modesto had been tasked with cleaning the room out. The paper was found in his trouser pocket. The police didn’t recognise its significance. Lubinsky did when he saw it. Let’s not dwell on this any longer. It’s done.”

Holding out her hands, she noted the amber henna had started to fade. Like their cruise, everything had to be brought to a suitable ending and life would return to normal.

Jason leant forward, bending slightly, so his face loomed closer to her own. “Kneel,” he said softly.

Gemma did so immediately, towel clutched in her hands.

“Look at me, babe.” He tilted her chin up. “You’re released, Mrs Lucas.”

He helped her to her feet. “Now, let me dry you. How is your bottom?”

“Not as bad as I thought it would be. I’m going to ask Maria for some of her magic potion to take with me. I really would like to be able to sit comfortably through an opera.”

“You could always use one of those rubber rings, the kind old dears sit on.” He rubbed down her legs with the towel.

“Jason! Make everyone think I have piles. No way. I will grin and bear it.” She cheerfully took delight in calling her husband by his name. It re-enforced their return to the vanilla world.

“Good. I’m sure you will be fine. Now, let’s go up to the sundeck and enjoy the view. Esteban can send up breakfast for you there.”

By the time the yacht berthed in one of Venice’s many marinas, they had seen plenty of Venice. The Yacht had sailed past Lido and Giudecca into the lagoon. Gemma waved vigorously at the passing ferries and launches. Jason stood next to her with his arm about her waist, pointing out the different sights. He had been to Venice before.

They said their first good-byes to Enrique and Maria in private. The luggage had been packed and sorted according to Gemma’s wishes. She only required two days of clothing, and the rest would be sent direct to the airport for stowing on the jet, including all of Jason’s toy collection. Nothing kinky would go with them to the hotel, except the ubiquitous lubricant tubes.

“I really should take out shares in the company that makes this stuff.” Jason tossed another empty tube in the waste bin. She had laughed, listening to him muttering under his breath.

Gemma shook Enrique’s hand, and he enveloped hers in both of his. “Thank you. I’ve not always been gracious to you. I hope you will send us your drawings when you have finished them. I would love to see them.”

He released his grasp, putting a hand to his chest. “You will, señora. They are my gift to you and your husband. They never were for publishing.” He gave her a small bow and backed away.

Jason approached from behind, kissing her earlobe and whispering, “Another collection of images to be locked away in my safe, Gemma.”

She knew what lay in the strongbox already. “I can imagine the safe is going to get full of erotica by the time we’re old.”

Gemma bid farewell to Maria as the little woman braided her hair one last time. “You’ve been so supportive of me. I couldn’t have managed without you. You know how demanding Jason is as a Dominant.”

Maria gave her a knowing smile in the mirror.

“I especially want to thank you for helping me with finding my versatile side. A new discovery, and you were so patient with me.” She tilted her head back towards Maria. “Great orgasms, too. Don’t tell Jason. Don’t want to make him jealous!” The two women sniggered.

“So, now you are not his submissive, señora. Does he really change for you?”

“Change? No, he is as he always is—the unceasing Dominant in my life, and I am his submissive, striving to please him. The big difference is he has to wait for me, accept I can deny giving him pleasure, and I don’t have to ask permission for my own. I am, though, his loving wife. That is an unending requirement. I am happy to be that person, always.”

“He does treat you differently. I believe he has always had great respect for his submissives. He knows they gift him their submission. With you, he found romance and love. His need to protect you is enduring. I am pleased for you both.”

Maria kissed her on the lips, not a passionate kiss or sexual, but a kiss of friendship. Gemma gave her a big hug and wiped a tear away. She would miss her Mexican friend.

***

The crew had lined up in the main salon for the obligatory handshakes and displays of gratitude as Gemma descended the stairs one last time, hand in hand with Jason. She had removed the collar necklace and its padlock pendant. Its significance may have never been understood by the crew, but she missed it. She kissed Gaspar’s cheek and thanked him for his dancing lessons. Reminded Kevin his stories would make a great novel and applauded the toothy Dario for his delicious food. Each crew member received a personal comment regardless of their status or role. Her vivacious demeanour contrasted with her husband’s quieter one. He let her take the lead down the line, stepping back with his hands tucked behind his back.

Reaching Esteban and McKenzie last, Gemma said good-bye to them, offering them her most charming smile and a long shake of her hand.

“I’m sure there have been less stressful cruises for you two. I’ve had an amazing time. For Jason and I, it has been quite
sublime
.” She spoke softly so only the two men could hear. “A kinky girl’s paradise.”

THE END

(Sublime Trust #2)

Due out in Early Autumn

A kinky lifestyle about to be exposed?

Gemma Lucas’s life is about to be transformed by a new arrival and her ambition to become an artist. To help deal with the mounting challenges, Gemma enters into a new agreement with her Dominant, Jason, one which requires her to be his submissive full-time.

Adapting to her husband’s increasing dominance requires adjustment, especially when a threatening letter is found in her bag at a dance class.

Will the couple’s secret kinky lifestyle be exposed or will Jason’s ruthless approach to his enemies save them?

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Ruled by Him : Chapter One

On her knees, resting between his legs, her thoughts centred on her job. An increasingly unexciting job. The lingering doubts and intrusive niggles, which interrupted her daily tasks and routines, amassed and multiplied. Try as she might, she couldn’t dampen them down nor tuck them back into their recesses.

The trouble with long holidays was handling the break from work. Returning home put life into a different perspective, the cold light of day experience brought about by a freshly recuperated mind. After Gemma returned from a three-week cruise of the Mediterranean Sea on board the luxury yacht
Sublime
, she faced the knowledge her chosen career wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Waking late on Sunday morning, she should have been engrossed with a particular task—giving her husband his wake-up dose of pleasurable sex. Instead, with her tongue poised, she pondered on the last few days.