“Thank you, Enrique,” called out Jason as the other man disappeared towards the stairwell.
Jason touched Gemma’s head with his wet hand, dripping water down her face. “Come join me in here,” he told her. “Warm up that arse.”
“You will find my exterior is plenty warm. I’m a little stunned by the whole scene.”
“Let me take care of you, babe, yes?” He stroked her hair out of her face.
“Please, Sir,” she said quietly.
“Are you going to tell me you hated that scene? It was good, yes? A correction, a reminder of your slave status, and a little erotic pleasure, too.” He said the word little with sarcasm. “The multiple orgasms, and I did notice every one of them. The rather powerful climaxes you let rip, were they not great? I certainly enjoyed mine. Pumped you, didn’t I?” He ran a finger down her cheek.
“Ok. I admit that was fucking amazing! You know I love ice play. So kinky and hot!” She had been resolved to hide her delight from Enrique. “Sorry, I didn’t want the man to know. I will be respectful to him, Jason, but please don’t ask me to like him. I can’t make the connection to him. He wants to be my Dom. I’m sure of it.”
“Possibly. Nevertheless, he isn’t, and you shouldn’t let your dislike show. He is difficult to know. Distant. A true voyeur. I’ve rarely seen him fuck. He watches, memorises, and paints quite erotic pictures. Forget his strident personality and try to get to know him.”
“All right. Argh, I’m so sore and hungry. Can we please eat? I would beg a break from you. Truly, I don’t think I can walk after that,” she implored, hands clasped together.
“All right, babe. For the rest of the afternoon, just Mr. and Mrs Lucas. With luck, we will be off the coast of Sardinia soon, and we can spend a couple of hours anchored in a bay. Go for a swim.”
“That would be fantastic, Jason. Thank you. I love you so much. This holiday is beyond anything I could have dreamed of. Fantastic scenery, mind-blowing kinky sex, and a handsome husband.” She snuggled against him.
“Good, because there is more of all three to come. Time for food, and you can keep a look out for the coast of Sardinia.” He kissed her head. “I love you, too, babe. More than words,” he whispered quietly.
Her heart melted.
***
Lubinsky shuffled his feet, standing straight before the desk in the Jason’s office. Dufour stood next to him, with his hands behind his back and eyes fixed on the wall behind Jason’s head.
Jason sat upright in his chair with fingers drumming on the desk. “Don’t keep me waiting. Well?”
“Jean and I have worked together plenty of times, sir. Last time, we escorted a couple visiting a casino. The gambling went to our heads a bit, sir. When we had free time, I played cards, and I borrowed money from Dufour and lost it all, sir. I owe him.” Lubinsky scowled.
Jason rolled his eyes. “How much?”
“Five thousand dollars, sir.” He winced.
Not much money in Jason’s world, although he understood it was significant to these two men. “Why were you gambling with these amounts?”
“Heat of the moment. To be honest, the job can be tedious.”
Jason slammed his hand on the desk. “What a fucking revelation. There I am, thinking being a bodyguard was a fun-packed day of adventure,” said Jason sarcastically. “You’re not paid to be entertained. You can go back to the Navy if you want excitement. People trust you with their safety, their lives. My wife has been nearly murdered three fucking times, and you think I want that thrill in my life?”
“No, sir. Sorry, sir. Poor choice of words.” Lubinsky swallowed hard.
“How long ago was this card game?”
Lubinsky reddened. “Six months ago.”
Jason flung his chair back and stood up, hands on hips. “Six fucking months. You two have been harbouring this grudge for half a fucking year? Don’t you make enough to pay him back?”
Lubinsky had the air about him of a man who wanted to disappear into the floor. Dufour smirked.
Jason saw the expression. “Don’t you dare! You kept this man in debt for six months without respite and used it to your advantage no doubt!” Dufour bowed his head. “Debts can be paid off in instalments, can’t they?”
“I offered to give him three hundred a month, sir,” replied Lubinsky. “He wanted interest.” Dufour’s head shot back up again, glaring at Lubinsky.
Jason ran his fingers through his hair in disbelief. “Is this the first job you’ve worked on together since then?”