“Ummm, a good start to the day,” he muttered.
Lunchtime came around and Jason emerged from his study, where he had been all morning, stretching his arms. He looked at what I was preparing in the kitchen for him with eager anticipation. I served the fish paella to him at the table and sat next to him with my dish.
“I see things are improving in the posterior area,” he peeked down under the table to see me rested firmly on the chair.
“Yes, much better thank you,” I replied perkily.
The food served we ate in silence. Between mouthf
uls, his hand rested on my thigh or the toes of his bare foot ran down my calves. I had to pause, clenching my fists around my fork as his fingers climbed further up my thigh. My whole body tensed. I was rigid with nervous energy. Nipples swelled, blood descended down past my navel. A piece of chicken dropped off my fork; he had reached my bottom.
“Lift your bum up.” His hand slid underneath me, palm up.
As he took the last forkful of food off his plate, he squeezed the tender flesh of my buttock hard. I dropped my fork and shuddered with pain. Pulling his chair closer to mine, he added the other hand below, cupping a cheek in each of his large hands. I gripped the table edge tightly, and his hands continued their cruel massage for a number of minutes. I lifted my body off my seat, but his hands followed, pinching through my knickers, skirt bunched up. The dregs of my meal remained untouched. Head flung back, I could not contain my vocal cords any longer. A small cry of distress from my lips. Jason's face betrayed his pleasure, the faintest smile - my giver of pain was happy. Then he stopped, hands slid out.
“Do you know why I did that?” he said quietly.
“Because you can. Sir.” I rasped.
“Yes, my beautiful girl. I own that arse, all the time. Tidy up.”
I cleared the table and my hands trembled slightly. He had vanished. Reappearing he had my pumps in his hands and there were shoes on his feet.
“Are we going somewhere?” I asked.
“Not far, I want to show you something.” Jason looked enigmatic, not giving anything away.
He led me by the hand out of the back door on to the cobbled courtyard. Opposite was an extensive stable block, which had been modernised and extended, with a secure door and high level windows. Nothing gave away the interior, no horses anymore to trot over the cobbles. Jason pressed his thumb to a pad and the door catch was released.
“Easier than keeping track of a key. I will get Martinson to sort access for you,” he informed me as we entered.
A plain unfurnished hallway. Suddenly I thought of a gigantic, over the top dungeon that he had not shown yet.
“Not what you’re thinking,” he always seemed to be able to second guess my thoughts. To the right he opened a door and, it was a gym! Lined with mirrors and fully equipped with weights, treadmill and rowing machine.
“Now I know where your rather magnificent physique comes from,” I said and Jason smiled sweetly, white teeth showing as I complimented him. Back into the hallway, another doorway and this time it looked like a small locker room with bench, pegs and a closet.
“Through there is the shower room,” he pointed to the frosted glass door in front of us. Still with my hand in his, he led me through a different door.
I gaped in surprise – a large indoor swimming pool!
“Wow,” was all I could think to say.
High ceiling, light and airy, one wall was glazed leading out on to decking. The autumn sun shone through the glass on to the sun loungers. The tiles under foot felt rough in texture like sand. A small bar in one corner with drinks cabinet.
“You entertain here?”
“When I was younger.”
Jason gave nothing away. The pool was square on three sides with a rounded end complete with stairs disappearing into the water.
“I haven’t been able to show you this before as it has been undergoing maintenance for a few weeks,” he explained.
“It is great, Jason, and it feels lovely and warm in here.”
“Fancy a swim then?”
He let go of my hand and walked over to one of the loungers, taking his shoes off as he went.