Wip it Up is here again – a chance to share a work in progress – and I left last week with the door bell ringing. So here we are again, back with a couple trying to have a nice kinky evening to themselves. Jason is now entertaining his father and Gemma…. isn’t.
Jason came back to kitchen with an order for two coffees. “We’re in the drawing room. You don’t need to join us, go back to your plans.”
The way he spoke to me felt more like a dismissal than a suggestion. I tensed up, unhappy at my banishment. However, I delivered the cups of coffee to the drawing room and took the opportunity to exchange greetings with Clive, before retreating to the paper pile on the kitchen table.
Half an hour later, Clive left, his fly-by visit complete without even a good-bye to his daughter in law. Jason put the empty coffee cups in the dishwasher. Then, with a sense of purpose, he began to collect my documents up and I took his actions to be a signal to return to what we had been doing before the interruption.
“Your father, what did he want?” I ventured, stuffing a letter back in its envelope. The paper tore and I cursed.
Jason grabbed the envelope out of my hand and added it to the pile. “Family matter. It need not concern you.”
I opened my mouth, then snapped it shut with an audible clash of teeth. I fumed, annoyed at being shut out of his family issues. I came close to venting, but remembered being in a bad mood wasn’t going to help me reach an appropriate state of sexiness for his interrupted scene. Instead of grumbling, I focused my efforts on demonstrating my acceptance of his decision.
Without speaking a word, he returned to his groping and quickly progressed to removing my top and bra, sucking on a nipple, while holding it between his teeth. I moaned, unable to stop the rising arousal in my loins. How quickly I shifted from futile irritation to lusty bliss. Such wicked hands he had when he conjured up my passions. His tongue circled my nipple and I twisted in his arms, sensing my wetness below.
Joshua bawled, his cries emanating from the baby monitor.
Jason and I both paused and jointly stared at the flashing lights. I silently hoped he was resettling, however it became apparent our son was distressed. Jason disengaged for a second time with a gritted teeth smile.
I shrugged. “Perils of parenthood. I’ll try to settle him.”
Aren’t I cruel to my characters? Showing them a little bit of real-life. Have no fears Jason will have his fun, but it won’t be what he planned to happen. That I might share next week. If you want to find out more about Gemma and Jason this is the first book of the Sublime Trust trilogy:
Judged by Him
A voyage to locations across Southern Europe and opens up new arenas of kinky sex for Gemma as her Dominant lover continues to educate her sexual being.
Unknown to the couple, several members of the crew are not who they appear to be. Both Gemma and Jason Lucas’s lives will be turned upside down by their disclosures and Gemma’s submission to her Dominant will be tested.
Another excellent story from this author. I love the continuing story of Jason & Gemma from the previous two Trust Me books. Ms Peaches is on my automatic buy list. You can read as a stand alone story but personally I enjoyed having the back story of their relationship.
“I want to swim,” stated Gemma as they moved away from the Spanish coast towards Africa.
Jason put down the binoculars. “That should be, may I go for a swim, and no, you may not. You can go below and take off your clothes. Wait for me in my stateroom in a suitable pose, something that will please me. I have expectations.”
He changed the inflection in his voice—easy to do—as if he triggered an internal switch. Her backgammon buddy and tour guide had gone; her master had returned.
Gemma hesitated long enough for him to fold his arms across his chest and give her a hard blue stare. Why did she risk annoying him? The wind caught the hem of her dress, and her firm breasts lifted as she inhaled.
While she had explained the rules of backgammon, he had listened attentively and given her a smile of appreciation. Since he had beaten her at that game, he had wanted her beneath him, playing another.
He beheld her gorgeous figure attired in a skimpy summer dress, braless, hair flowing in the breeze. Her skin slowly tanning even after one day and her green eyes dazzling. Jason formulated plans for her delightful mammary glands. In the evening, off the coast of Africa, he would surprise her.
As they’d sailed past the Rock, his own hardness had become rock-like. Standing behind her, as she had leant over the railing watching the waves below, he had wanted to lift her dress and penetrate her flesh there and then. However, he had promised to show her the best sights, and he had to wait for them to pass Gibraltar.
With the sightseeing opportunity over and the afternoon drawing to a close, for the first time since they had boarded Sublime, he intended to play with her fully.
He moved a fraction towards her, and her seconds of hesitation were over. She left and headed down to the stateroom.
For an extended excerpt – CHAPTER ONE – fingers