“Well, tonight you can think of Italy in its place.” Jason waved at the distant coastline.
Andrea and John listened to the banter with bemused expressions. They managed to spoon a few mouthfuls of food between their stunned looks.
“Anyhow, I hope your armoury can hold out, Sir,” continued Gemma. “We’ve still got two weeks to go, and I’m expecting constant changes in scenery. I’m greedy—that’s what you tell me.”
Gemma wiped her face with her napkin and waited for Jason to strike back. She thought she was holding out well. Only a few minutes remained on her watch.
“You wouldn’t dare accuse me of being dull! I’ve a good mind to leave you with Enrique and let him tie you in knots for a while.”
“It certainly would be different.”
“Are you implying you are unimpressed with my rope play?” He widened his eyes in mock horror.
“Ropes,” mused Gemma, purring dreamily. She shook her head, backing out of her daydream. “In any case, I said different, not better. You’re hypersensitive and tetchy. Sir.”
“Tetchy! This, John, is what Gemma means by inappropriate. She should be grovelling on her knees by now, asking for mercy. However, we have guests, so I’m being benevolent. Gemma, do you remember the game I said I would get the crew to play?”
What game? Gemma regarded him blankly for a few seconds before her eyes opened wide.
“Well, the crew may not be able to play for real, but perhaps I could get these two instead.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” she gasped, the knife slipping out of her hand.
“Wouldn’t I? I gather they’re intrigued by anal play. I’m sure it would be a good lesson in what can be accommodated by a decent, well-trained arsehole.”
The table fell silent, and hot blood rose up her face. She opened her mouth wide then shut it quickly, almost with an audible snap.
“Ah, now I’ve got the goldfish mouth.” Jason laughed, checking his watch. “See you two, it opens and shuts and nothing comes out. I’ve won I think.”
“What?” John scanned rapidly back and forth between Gemma and her husband.
“I bet I couldn’t get her to goldfish mouth within ten minutes of you two joining us for lunch,” explained Jason. “You’re so easy to tease, babe.”
Gemma put her hand to her chest. “I thought for a minute you meant it!”
“Oh, I could ask if they’re interested. I’m starting to think it might be fun to play.”
She heard the familiar change in tone if the others didn’t.
“God, no! Please, please, Sir.” Gemma implored, with genuine panic. “I’ll do knees, anything, please don’t.”
He leant towards her. “I got the anything. I’ll hold you to it for later, my little subbie.”
A beaming smile spread across his face. Gemma felt resigned to her fate. He had more than won. He had trounced her. He glanced at his guests. “For a Dom, anything is a heavenly word.”
“Okay. You’ve been playing some form of game.” Checking around her, Andrea spoke softly, “What was that about anal play and the crew?”
“Earlier in the week, when Gemma was being a tad defiant, I threatened to have the crew compete to see which of them could find a suitable item to shove up her bum—”
“Jason!” shrilled Gemma.
“Of course, I was teasing. We wouldn’t let the crew be involved. However, you two are different—”
“Jason, please!” pleaded Gemma.
“What do you mean shove up her bum?” said John, both aghast and thoroughly engrossed by the conversation. His food lay unattended on his plate. Gemma couldn’t believe how quickly her brother had gone from agitation to curiosity.
“Actually thinking about it.” Jason cocked his head to one side in