Gemma closed her eyes, concentrating on staying relaxed and pliable for him. A deep single plunge of his cock and she instantly came. Shaking and clutching the pillow, she bit back a cry, fearful of waking her son. Coming down from a resounding high, she let herself go and disappeared into a mental black hole.
The next day, she would remember little of his long fuck.
Her abilities to please him impressed her ego. Whatever happened that night, he used her comprehensively. Her mouth, her pussy, and anus
all visited by his thick, hard erection. Even her breasts, though tender, withstood his rod between her cleavage, rocking back and forth. Most remarkably, they contained their cries so not to wake Joshua.
Tiredness overcame her in the end, and she recalled Jason bathing her before letting her sleep. Later, Joshua woke up and, as agreed earlier, Jason fed him expressed milk from a bottle. Gemma could hear him whisper in his son’s ears as he sat by the bay window in an armchair.
“Your mum is a fantastic woman, Joshua. Be good for her.” He spoke so sweetly to his son, she struggled to hold back tears of appreciation.
She climbed out of bed and knelt at Jason’s feet. Resting her hands on her thighs, her naked body still glowing from her orgasms, she articulated in a low voice. “I give myself to you. Willingly and without fear. I’m yours, Master. I submit to your will.”
Jason popped Joshua back into his crib. Turning back to face her, he lifted her chin.
“I accept your submission. I promise to protect and care for you and Joshua.”
His blue eyes glistened in the moonlight and, bending close, he kissed the tears slipping down her cheeks.
Chapter 13. Four Months Later
A Friday teatime, Jason and Gemma gathered in the kitchen at Blythewood House. Mrs Harris pureed an apple and passed the bowl to Gemma. Joshua dribbled over his first spoonful of solid food.
Jason kept his distance, snapping photographs for the family album. “This is going to be messy.” Most of the bowl of apple ended up smeared over Joshua’s face.
Gemma laughed, mopping her son’s lips with a flannel. “Yes. But not as messy as when he starts to feed himself.”
Life had settled into a routine since she had declared her submission. It amused her how unremarkable the transformation had been. She adjusted quickly. The pregnancy felt like a dry run, and she reverted to the mindset that had carried her through those months. The major difference being the influence her son had on their lives and the absences inflicted on her by Jason’s role as chief executive.
She yearned for him during his trips abroad, which created a ghostly emptiness at night and left her with a sense of vulnerability. Jason had left her alone many times before, but on those occasions, she’d never had to stir from her bed to deal with a fractious child. They had moved Joshua out of the master bedroom into his nursery. Whether he woke her or not, she would lie awake, pestered by a deep-seated obligation to check on him. She observed his breathing, warmth, and position in his cot. Returning to her bed, she noted the empty space next to her and sighed into the silence.
To help with the separations, Jason installed a Webcam in his study at the White House. When he went abroad, they would try to find time in the evening to chat using the technology. By the time Joshua was four months old, he’d settled into sleeping earlier in the evening. It gave her the opportunity to talk to Jason alone.
Not just talk. Webcams opened up a new world of online, long-distance play. When he commanded her to undress and present her naked body to him via the camera, she could see his response portrayed on the screen. Her image, which appeared in a miniature window, proved disconcerting until she accepted it was necessary to help her with positioning.
At first, he liked looking at her nudity. He quickly progressed the online scenes into more substantial activities. He would tell her to masturbate with either her fingers or a vibrator. Why she found the setup hard, she didn’t know. Nobody else was watching and although he wasn’t in the room with her, he had her attention. Playing with herself before a tiny lens stuck to his desk lacked dignity. However, an orgasm was a good carrot to encourage her and she gushed with gratitude as she came. He never reciprocated. If he took pleasure, it was off camera.
On a couple of occasions, he requested she do scenes involving pain play. He favoured clamps on her tender parts, instructing her to add weights until her eyes stung with tears.
“Swing your hips back and forth. Legs farther apart.” His face seemed to be peering closely at the screen. His camera was mounted into his laptop. He loomed forward, lips curving up at the ends. “Now, frig my little clitty.”
Oh crap, she muttered under her breath. The pain below as the weights dragged her sex lips down collided with the humiliation. She blurted. “Please, may I come?”
When they’d finished the scene, he stayed on the line for some emotional aftercare. “All right? Pain gone?”
“Yes. I’m okay.” She winced and cupped her mons, wishing she had a cold pack. “You do know that when it comes to sadomasochism, you’re the Top, not me. I’m not very good at self-inflicted pain.”
“Uh, uh. So that is why you came?” He laughed, eyes twinkling with delight.
Another time, he berated her for taking time adding the clamps to her delicate labia.
“It’s one thing for you to attach clamps, it’s quite another for me to do it to myself,” she snarled.
“Babe, unfortunately when it comes to online stuff, you’ve got to play the part. I enjoyed watching you squirm. Fancy an orgasm? How about a vibrating toy?”
She admitted the massaging wand was a blissful addition then convulsed with a strong orgasm as he ordered her to come.
When at home, to help her adjust to the lifestyle changes, he added a ritual to their mornings so she woke up in the right frame of mind for him. If Joshua woke up first, Jason would bring him to her for a feed, otherwise she knelt by Jason’s bedside and told him, “I’m yours, Sir.” A precursor to offering her body to him each morning.