“And treacle.” Not a healthy eating option by his criteria. “Oh, dear. Please tell me this is a one off?”
Her silence said it all.
Jason snorted. “When we get home, this matter will be dealt with properly.”
The silence continued in the Austin Martin all the way home. She could tell he was seething by the way he gripped the steering wheel and didn’t give her leg the occasional stroke, like he normally did. She’d repeatedly drunk a forbidden beverage and eaten unhealthy food. Yes, it meant a black mark. Not telling him—a heap load of demerits. His stipulation echoed in her head—in his absence, she was to obey him. She’d betrayed his trust and been insubordinate. Unlike the silly folic acid pill, she’d shifted into punishment territory. She didn’t expect a simple rebuke.
Staring at the vehicle in front, not daring to glance at him, she clung to the strap of her handbag and ground her teeth together.
Once home at the White House, she watched as Jason went to the espresso machine and made a mug of steaming black coffee. He didn’t drink it, but indicated with a jerk of his thumb they were to go upstairs to the bedroom. She followed him up the stairs, two paces behind, and managed not to stomp. Once there, he placed the mug, untouched, on the dresser.
She muttered a futile apology, aimed at his buffed shoes. He usually took them off indoors, but such had been his focus, he’d left them on. She made no explanation. She could plead a weakness on her part, however, he would call it blatant disobedience. They’d discussed the rules, and she’d agreed to them. If she wanted him to be controlled, then it required her to accept his discipline when she screwed up. Jason had expectations of her, and she had to live up to them, regardless of her own desires.
“Well?” He stood legs astride and hands on hips.
She grimaced, making a conscious effort not to look up at him. “I accept your punishment, Sir.”
“Good. You’re going to have your coffee, Gemma. A special blend of my own. You can enjoy a shot of something in it to help it down.”
She gulped hard. Blend?
He wore one of his dark three-piece suits with a white shirt and blue tie. An imposing, formidable figure of authority. She watched him slowly unzip his flies and draw out his erection.
The sight of it was far from threatening; it came as a relief. If he desired sexual gratification from her, she could deliver. Butterflies erupted inside her belly as he pointed at his feet.
She sank down with ease. In a few months, such a manoeuvre would prove challenging. Her lips drew him into her mouth, taking his shaft deep and along her tongue. Holding her head, he steered his cock back and forth. Her eyes quickly watered as he jabbed the back of her throat. She s
ucked in air between each thrust, accompanied by his grunts and hair pulls. Breathless, she panted and gagged on him. He didn’t let go of her, as his cock stiffened, ready to spurt its load.
Suddenly, he stopped, stepped backwards, and reached for something. She followed the hand, mesmerised. Taking the mug, he leaned over it and, to her amazement, ejaculated into the coffee. The white fluid spilled into the hot drink just like a shot of rich cream. Now, she understood. Jason swirled the unusual ingredients around.
“Um? A good mix, don’t you think?” He held it by her nose.
She sniffed. It smelt of coffee and something else. Individually, she had no problem swallowing the two components, but in combination, it was an unnatural cocktail. She wondered if she might retch. She hadn’t suffered with morning sickness for a couple of weeks.
“Please. I’m very sorry, Sir. I won’t do it again,” Gemma pleaded, there on her knees at his feet.
He nudged the rim of the mug against her lips. “You’ll see. In a few months, when you complain about sleepless nights and a kicking baby in your tummy, you will be grateful I weaned you off stimulants. Hopefully, you won’t be kept awake too much. This punishment is about disobedience and dishonesty. Wilful behaviour on your part. You know I’m disappointed. Drink!”
In that moment, Jason morphed into her Master. The controlling Dominant who would brook no nonsense or mitigation had reappeared after weeks of being kept quiet and reserved. Gemma grasped the handle in her shaking hand and took a tiny sip. Strong coffee taste. With a hint of thick saltiness. The mug, half empty, looked like a pint. She swallowed. It didn’t taste terrible. An essence of Jason, something she normally would relish. Taking a deep breath, she gulped it down in one go. She centred her mind on the fact she was drinking him.
She gasped, licking her lips, and pulled a face. “Sir.”
He made a small noise of appreciation, almost a guffaw. “Well done.” He removed the mug and placed it back on the dresser. “Freshen up your face. No tears or regrets. It’s done.” He helped Gemma to her feet.
For a moment, she leaned on him, letting her quivering legs steady. He put his arm around her, releasing a deep sigh. “I’m tired. It’s been a long day. Brooks can rustle something up for me. Have a bath. Something to help you relax.”
She toyed with one of his shirt buttons. “I had a little rebellion. Miss non-subbie fought back. It’s going to take time for me to get the right mindset for you. Most of the time, I want your dominance so much. Other times, I resent it. I could have had an herbal tea or decaf, even one of those icy smoothies. I drank coffee. Part of me…no, I’m not going to deny it. I knew I was intentionally disobeying you. I hate disappointing you. You do believe me?”
“Babe, tell me. If I hadn’t turned up today, how long would you have gone before telling me. How many secret cups or cake slices? I don’t care you had those forbidden things. It’s the deceit that bothers me. It’s not like you. Let’s make this easier for you. In the future, you text me in advance, ask permission, and I will consider it. You might be surprised by my generosity.” He ruffled her hair, like a child.
She sniggered. “Okay. I’ll be good from now on. But you might be getting lots of texts in the coming months!”
Jason laughed. He dipped his head and kissed her lips. “Bath.”
***
The morning light burst through the window. Gemma woke up feeling optimistic and determined to put him in a better mood. The moment he began to stir, she rushed downstairs and made a cup of strong coffee for him and an herbal tea for her. She buttered toast and brought everything up on a tray. The combined smells of toast and coffee roused him. She knelt, naked, by his side of the bed, head bowed and legs parted, just as she had while on holiday on Sublime. She waited while he munched on his slice and sipped his drink.