by Jaye Peaches
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.
Chapter 25. The Powerboat
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.
As she admired the view, Jason put his arm around her and stood behind her. He yawned, sipping from his cup. Like her, he had eaten his toast rapidly. He lifted up her T-shirt and ran his fingers down her bare bottom. Leaning forward, she rested her hands on the window.
“No. Go and have your massage.” He gave her bottom a playful slap. “I’m coming to watch. I will give permission for Maria to make you orgasm during your massage, a tantric one for your pleasure. Then I shall enjoy you myself.”
The knowledge he had used her massages with Maria to entice her into playing had gradually sunk in. Gemma tried not to be annoyed that his ploy to have her break open for him had been successfully accomplished. She had been correct with her presumption back in the limousine, driving to Marbella. There had been a mission to their holiday and the objective, her versatility.
Most people, whether as couples or families, went on holiday to unwind and escape. Jason couldn’t accomplish such a trivial activity as idleness. As much as she enjoyed relaxing and soaking up the ambience, he played, shaped, and tinkered with everyone about him. Uncovering the ineptitudes of his security team, the sexual abuse of the boson, and her own underdeveloped stirrings for sexual variety. All the events, which had occurred on the voyage, nit-picked and examined by her controlling husband and his taste for games.
Gemma knotted her eyebrows.
“Don’t frown at me. Go on. Enjoy yourself.” He slapped her bottom a second time.
Peering over her shoulder, she saw his facial expression. Familiar, recognisable. His eyes burned with a vicious desire to have her. Understanding his nature, his captivating lust, she knew she was trapped into obeying. She accepted his unfathomable need to possess her to the degree he could be cruel. His grip on her would prevent her from saying no. She had safe-words to fall back on, but they were not the same as being able to stand in front of him with her arms folded and utter a rejecting “no”.
When he returned from his trip home, she had given him defiance and she’d felt justified in making the point to him about her actions in his absence. However, even if he was wrong in his opinion of her behaviour, halting the rhythm and flow of their life together wasn’t an easy undertaking. She still felt a pang of guilt and a sense of having let him down. She would conquer the resistance once again and with it went the “no” word. The option wasn’t there for her as long as they played by the rules of the game they played, their dance.
“Yes, Sir.”
***
“I’m coming!”
Jason covered her mouth with the palm of his hand, stifling her loud groans of joy.
A cathartic orgasm, sprawled across the padded table. As Jason had granted, Maria provided Gemma with the kind of sensual erotic massage she had never experienced in her wildest dreams. The Mexican had massaged her groin, the perineum and folds of her lips. Subtle movements of the fingertips stretched and rubbed the oils deep into her swollen sex. Intensely erotic, the massage fulfilled Gemma’s long awaited wish, and she devoured the climax as it imploded inside, making her bottom buck up and down on the table.
Her body slumped down, and Jason released her mouth. “Oh, heavenly!”
“Leave us, Maria.”
Locking the door behind her, he stripped off his T-shirt and tied it tight around Gemma’s mouth. She bit down on to the cotton, dragged to the foot of the massage table until her tiptoes touched the floor, leaving her fingers holding onto the padded edge of the surface.
“You are so gorgeous, so beautiful,” he murmured, running his finger down her spine, rising and falling over each vertebrae. “All this is mine. My fuck slave to do with as I please.” His sensual tones aroused her from her stupor. “Hold tight, babe. You’re all slippery and smell divinely aromatic and floral. I feel like I’m going to be fucking you in the midst of a rose bed.”
He started slow, lingering deep inside her after each lunge. After driving her wild with his dallying, the sound of her muted begging encouraged him to pick up his pace, and the table rattled with his exertions. He assisted her with a hand, and they came together. He leant over her and kissed the nape of her neck, untying her improvised soggy gag.
“All right?”
“Yes. Very.” Too drowsy to giggle.
Slumped over the table, she watched him adjust his clothing. Holding up the T-shirt, he pointed at the big wet patch in the middle and scowled.
Gemma stood up and stretched, searching about for the rest of her clothes. “Oh, God, I’m sticky icky.” She wiped between her legs with a handful of tissues.
“Messy, dirty girl.” Jason laughed. “I love having my evil way with you. Sinful as it is. Though hell could be quite tempting, bringing a little torture—”
Gemma froze, her own personal image of hell re-activated from her memories, and it was too real for her to stomach.
Jason quickly embraced her. “Sorry. Bad taste.” His words snapped her out of her unpleasant reverie. “Let’s go and have a shower. We’ll have to sneak up there, avoid the crew. I can’t possibly put this T-shirt back on and you, well, look at you. You’re a mess. A truly beautiful mess!”
***
Floating on the surface of the lower deck pool, Gemma drifted in body and mind. Under the baking sun, Sublime continued its course up the east coast of Italy. After lunch, Jason had gone out on the powerboat with Lubinsky. When he suggested she go with him, she protested she would be sick. Accepting her reason, Jason had put on his wetsuit. The material hugged the outline of his body, accentuating all his muscles and broad shoulders.
Once aboard the powerboat, the two men shot off northwards at a terrific pace of knots. Gemma had given a wave.
She relocated to the sundeck after her minor exertions in the swimming pool. Wearing shorts and a bikini top, she tried to occupy herself with a sketchpad while lying under a parasol, away from the unbearable heat.
“It’s probably engine failure, Mrs Lucas. It can happen. End up adrift.”
“But isn’t there a two-way radio on the boat?”
“Er. Yes.”
McKenzie didn’t offer any further reassurances.
Gemma could feel the blood drain out of her face. Sweat pooled under her armpits.
“Captain. The cove!” Savage shouted out from the other side of the sundeck.
Gemma could see the powerboat, drifting in the water some distance from a nearby shoreline. There was nobody on the boat. The water around it, deserted. She felt faint, a terrible light-headedness. Legs wobbled uncontrollably. Maria grabbed her hand to steady her.
“Mrs Lucas, please don’t panic. There is probably an explanation for all of this.” Captain McKenzie headed towards the stairs. “I’ll send the launch to bring the other boat back.”
Fetching one boat with another did nothing for Gemma’s nerves. Her heart pounded, thumping hard against her chest wall. Nausea crept into her throat. Close to throwing up on the deck, she heard Ludo shouting something.
“The beach. There are loads of people waving to us from the beach.” He held the binoculars up to his eyes. “I’m sure I can see your husband, Mrs Lucas.”
Gemma snatched the binoculars from Ludo. The lenses refused to focus correctly, and all she saw was a bleary image of the distant crowd. She twirled the dial around in her finger until she had a clearer image. The remote figures, sharply defined, jumped back at her. The powerful binoculars easily picked out Jason in his wet suit standing next to Lubinsky. The pair were deep in conversation with a uniformed man. Above the beach, nearly lost in the crowds, the blue flashing lights of emergency vehicles. Scanning around, she could see children milling around and a few adults.