Inspection complete, she stretched out on the bed, flexing her feet and toes. She wondered what he had planned for the day.
“Do you plan to fuck me, or may I bathe?” she asked.
His eyes flashed. “Yes, take a bath after breakfast. I’m hungry. Then you can have your massage, can’t you?” He arched a brow.
“Yes, Sir.” She saluted. Her mood remained buoyant following a good night’s sleep. Determined to stay invigorated, she bounced off the bed, pirouetting on her toes towards the bathroom, wriggling her bottom as she went.
“I think that deserves a small spanking, don’t you? Something for later.”
His laughter echoed about the room.
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They ate breakfast aboard Sublime, away from the prying public. Gemma re-arranged the cutlery, straightening the fork and knife, aligning them neatly next to the place mat, checking with her thumb the distances between objects. Picking up the napkin, she unfolded it, shook it under the table then refolded as if she were playing at origami.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I feel restless after last night.”
“We’ll be walking around Ceuta’s market.” He sipped his thick black coffee with relish. “You went off with the fairies last night.”
“I assumed so. I don’t think I’ve been that deep before.”
“No lingering aftereffects? I didn’t let you go off for too long.”
“I’d no concept of time.” Her shoulders ached, and her breasts felt mildly tender, but, otherwise, she had no ill effects from the bondage. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Esteban approaching from the galley with fresh coffee.
Jason waited for the man to clear the empty plates from the dining table then continued. “Enrique believed I was edgeplaying with you. I had to placate him this morning. He thinks you weren’t up to it, that you’re too delicate for me.”
Enrique’s remarks ruffled Gemma’s pride. “If you take me to the edge, it will be fine by me,” she said, sticking her chin out.
Jason frowned. “We don’t edgeplay, Gemma. If you want to safe-word, you should. Don’t let me think otherwise,” he said sternly, blue eyes glowing.
She quickly backtracked. “I’m just saying I trust your judgement. I don’t want to edgeplay. It’s not necessary for us.”
“Good. The morning is warming up, and I want to lunch out.” He pulled back her chair, took her elbow, and drew her into his arms. “Bath. Massage. Go. Hurry.” He pecked at her lips after each word. As she turned to leave, her bottom caught a slap. A hard one, she noted. A reminder of what he had mentioned earlier.
After her bath, she descended to the main deck, took a deep breath and entered the beauty treatment room. No Maria. Only Jason sitting in the solitary chair. She walked past the massage table, stood before him with hands clasped behind her back.
Jason raised his eyebrows. “Should you be dressed?”
Slipping out of her clothes, she nearly rolled her eyes at him when he patted his lap. She wanted to resist a little, show him some sass, but daren’t. Something about his pose, the stern expression, and the finger drumming on the armrest stopped her. Her pussy clenched instantly as she lowered her hips over him. He adjusted her position, trailed a finger down the crack of her buttock cheeks, and gave her bud a tickle. Gemma wriggled appreciatively. The gentle prelude ended with the first smack of his hand on her bottom.
The spanking remained erotically charged throughout. His fingers teased her sensitive parts between firm slaps of his hand. A tickle of anus, a pinched of her labia, or a grab of her fleshy buttocks. After a warm-up over his lap, she stretched out on the massage table with a pillow under her hips.
Jason took advantage of various items lying around the room. Opening cupboard doors and drawers, he rummaged about while she propped her head on an elbow, filled with a sense of trepidation at what he might find. A plastic spatula and a wooden hairbrush. He alternated, whacking for a few smacks with one before switching to another. She squirmed, baulking at the stinging spatula. He rested a hand on her lower back, holding her steady. Burying her head in her arms, she absorbed the firm strikes of the hairbrush and relished the kinder strokes of his hand, which moved across her burning cheeks, tempering the pain.
Returning from a trip to the bathroom, she halted on her tiptoes. Another woman had arrived with Maria, who was speaking softly to Jason.
I’m naked with a red bottom! Gemma took a step backwards, trying to retreat into the bathroom. Jason wandered to her and draped a bathrobe around her shoulders.
“You could have warned me we had a guest!” she hissed.
The other woman addressed Maria in rapid Spanish as they moved to the worktop in the corner of the room that housed the cupboards and storage. Jason led Gemma to meet the newcomer.
“Gemma, this is Margarita. A local who has come on board to help Maria.”
“Señora Lucas, hello,” said Maria’s companion in a thick Spanish accent.