“A car is waiting downstairs to take you home. I’m sure you two can gossip for longer.”
As we headed towards his office door, Gillian touched her moist nose and turned. “I need the bathroom before we go in the car. Freshen up.”
I told her where to find the ladies’, and she offered her cheek for a farewell kiss from Jason.
“If he won’t come, tell me. Ring me, Gillian,” said Jason as she headed out of the door.
I went to follow, but Jason grabbed my arm and drew me back into the room, closing the door behind him.
I stood before him for a few seconds. I had the sensation his glower drilled though my head and hit the back wall of his office.
“You didn’t think to tell me Gillian was the reason for your visit? Is this another one of your well-practised oversights?”
I straightened my back, coming to attention under his appraisal. “It slipped my mind when I spoke to Melissa.”
“Slipped your mind. Uhm. I’d call that an oversight. I’m getting tired of your inability to communicate oversights. If you had told Melissa the meeting was with my sister-in-law, I would have guessed the subject and cleared my diary to give her my attention. Instead, she stuffed you between meetings, and I had to brush Eliza off at short notice.”
I clasped the strap of my handbag tighter. I’d become the scapegoat for his angst over his brother’s situation. “I apologise, Sir. I should have been more specific. I wasn’t aware you knew about all of this, since you didn’t bother to tell me what you and your father spoke about on his last visit.” I let another one of my ill-advised thoughts slip out of my mouth.
My mistake. I’d introduced another issue and tipped Jason into reprimand mode. Within seconds, he’d spun me about and shuffled me towards the wall. He planted his hands on either side of my head, and I pressed my face to one side. My heart raced, excited, alarmed—the usual confused mixture of emotions.
With me sandwiched between his warm body and the cool wall, his breath caught the back of my neck. I goose bumped in a pleasing fashion.
“Don’t be antagonistic with me, Gemma. I’m not in the mood. This evening, I will ensure you understand your situation. Something for my pleasure. Do you understand?”
He didn’t specify if his enjoyment extended to me. “Yes, Master. I will do my best to please you this evening.”
“Once Clara has gone and Joshua is tucked up in his cot, you will wait for me. You will do nothing but wait for me to come home and show me your willingness.”
I wanted to pee now, too, his infamous, smooth tone made me want to pee with excitement and trepidation, blurring everything into sexual energy.
“Yes, Master. I will be ready for you,” I murmured.
I shut my eyes. His erection bulged, nudging against my clenching bottom. A pillar of desire, which signalled his intentions towards me, and I reciprocated with my wet pussy and breathless pants.
“Good.” He squeezed my breasts hard in his hands and kissed my neck, just below my symbolic necklace. Nibbling kisses, which would leave tiny red teeth marks. I moaned, an inescapable whisper of lust and need. The spat between us had already begun to slip away. We both knew his vexation wasn’t directed at me. His absent brother had created the tension, but it was my job to alleviate it.
“Go.” He released me with a customary smack to my bottom and, as I turned to kiss him good-bye, his face softened. I was a little way there already.
Chapter 7. Bullying
The moment Gillian and I settled on the back seat of the Jaguar, I asked her about the bad blood between the brothers. “It goes beyond their business dealing, it must do. Back to when they were children.”
I held my breath. Gillian intended to spill the beans with me the eager receptacle for her tale.
“I’ve no doubt it does, from what Anthony has told me. The bullying and everything.”
Bullying! I glanced over to the driver’s seat where Gibson, our nominated driver, gripped the steering wheel.
“Gibson, can you put some music on for us please.”
“Of course, Mrs Lucas.” A professional chauffeur, I trusted her not to repeat what she heard spoken in the back of the car.
“Jason bullied Anthony?” I repeated softly, assimilating the news with some disbelief. Jason had hinted at his tendency to bully as a schoolchild. I’d assumed he meant other children and not Anthony.
“Oh yes....” Once she began, I didn’t interrupt.
The journey turned into a revelation about Jason’s childhood, his awakening dominance. Nothing she told me about his personality came as a surprise. I’d often