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fraction towards her, and her seconds of hesitation were over. She left and headed down to the stateroom.
     
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    Gemma hovered in her bathroom, nervously fingering her hair and staring at her reflection in the mirror when Maria arrived and touched her arm.
    “Can I help prepare you?” she murmured
    “My hair.... I should bind it back for him.” Gemma picked up a brush.
    “May I braid it?” Maria suggested.
    “Please.”
    Gemma waited patiently for her hair to be plaited and tied back. She allowed Maria to lead her back into the stateroom and undress her Naked, Gemma took her position by an armchair and knelt, head bowed and legs slightly parted.
    “He will be so pleased with you, señora. You’re so beautiful. Let him enjoy you and find his pleasure in you. Forget everything and be his.” Maria’s words calmed her, and she settled herself to wait for him.
    When Jason and Enrique joined them, Enrique offered to undress him, too, but Jason declined. “I don’t require you this time, Enrique. When Sublime comes to dock at the Marina, knock on the door, don’t enter.”
    Maria and Enrique withdrew.
    Jason tugged her braid. “This is pretty. I like it,” he commented, continuing to circle Gemma. “Did Maria do it for you?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “She can do it every day. Kneel on the bed. Face the windows. You can watch us arrive in Ceuta.”
    He fit snugly behind her. His erection pressed into her lower back. She started to bend forward to offer herself to him.
    “I didn’t ask you do that,” he said quietly. “Lean back and keep your knees apart.”
    Taking her neck with his hand, fingers pressed under her chin, he drew her to his chest. His other hand found her sex, and with slow, circular movements, he began to stimulate her clitoris. Faster and faster his fingers worked, seeking out the small organ and exposing it to his invigorating touch.
    She moaned, and he kissed her shoulder, nibbling on her skin. He drove her, steered her towards an inevitable climax. Jason had given Gemma the freedom to orgasm as she wished, but she had no control over his desire to force her to come for him. A victim of her own voracious sex drive, she needed only minutes of stimulation to bring her close to completion.
    “Tell me when you start coming,” he whispered into her ear.
    She twisted and writhed against his firm body; muscles stretched and flexed, as she warmed up. As she tilted, he eased her farther, arching her back over his leg. Shifting his restraining arm, he pinned her down, pushing on her chest. Throughout, the tips of his fingers continued to excite her sex.
    Gemma paid no heed to the view out of the window, the dimming sky and the lights of Ceuta growing closer and brighter.
    “I’m coming.” Her voice trembled.
    A small rhythmic spasm began at the tip of her clitoris, and she concentrated on the actions of his hand to help her deliver her climax. As she came, Jason removed his fingers, raised his palm, and slapped her straight on her excited sex organ. His other hand smothered her cries as he spanked her. Teasing, sharp smacks, delivered with no relief between blows.
    Gemma disappeared into the throes of one of the most painful and exquisite climaxes of her life. Direct pain drove her nervous system wild with confused sensations. She had thought, with the first blow, he had scuppered her climax, effectively denying her the lasting sensation that made those orgasms so special and rewarding. Instead, it rippled on and on. As she started to shake violently, he stopped the blows and released her mouth. She moaned and twisted around onto her belly. Jason stroked her back as she struggled to determine the end of her orgasm.
    Eventually, her body calmed, and it all came to strange post-coital end. For a few seconds, she fell asleep.
    Waking, she curled up on her side and wiped her nose.
    “Gemma?” He forced her face to one side. A solitary tear trickled down her face, wetting her