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replied with another hard slap.
    She didn’t mind. At that moment, only one thing occupied her mind. Sex. Driven by her insatiable libido, she was soaked below. Uncomfortable in her long shorts, she crossed her legs to give herself relief and rested her head on her arms. She would have to wait until they were at sea before they could use the lounger. The bustle and noise of the marina reminded her they were not alone.
    Jason prodded her. “Let’s get below before we turn into a peep show.”
    She agreed, and they returned to the stateroom to unpack. While Gemma broke the ice with Maria by discussing matching outfits and garments, Jason showed Enrique the contents of one holdall.
     
     

Chapter 4. Summons
     
    Enrique grinned at the collection. “A fine selection,” he commented. “And the rope is of good quality. Not that I expect you to use anything else.” He ran his hand down the fibres.
    “Find a home for this lot, Enrique. A locked drawer. I don’t want my wife to know what I have in store for her. She may not like surprises; however, I like watching her response.” Jason patted him on the back.
    Jason made his way to the office and began linking his laptop and other devices to the vessel’s Internet connections. He leant back in his chair and waited for the devices to boot and attempt to talk to each other.
    His hand drifted to his crotch. There had been movement down there earlier; he had felt it lying next to Gemma on the flybridge. He couldn’t fail to notice her crossed legs and fidgeting hips. So desperate for sex, she had to comment about the hidden on-board facilities he had specified and fitted when he’d purchased the yacht. That night, they would dine out, and she would be stuffed with food and fatigued by the late hour. He would keep her waiting until the next day. Simply seeing the error messages on his laptop monitor suppressed his desires. There would be a period of frustration while he kicked his computer into action. She would have to learn patience.
    Gemma had tested Jason in the car on the way over from the airport. Her silly remark about a handmaiden had riled him. Not the word itself. It had come off the top of her head, a throw-away term. What bothered him was her fretting about the presence of Enrique and Maria and their role as servants. She doubted the definition, and she had every reason to wonder at their presence.
    The Mexicans were a kinky couple like them, and Gemma suspected Enrique and Maria would be doing more than laying out their clothes and serving food. His wife wouldn’t be forced to do anything she didn’t wish to do. If, however, she kindled it, nurtured, and acknowledged the liking, then Jason would let her. No man might have sex with his wife, but he’d never had any issues with women using each other if they did it at his command and with him in control of the situation.
    The necessity of the little punishment was unfortunate. Jason sincerely wanted to avoid a major one. Such an action would complicate and derail his plans for the next three weeks. She had to be supremely compliant and content, willing and adventurous. All being well, she would push her limits naturally, and he would awaken the hidden desires that lurked in her loins.
    An hour passed, and he went to find her. She wasn’t on the upper or sun decks, so he sent Enrique to find her.
    “Tell her I want to see her.”
     
    ***
     
    The unpacking completed, Gemma compiled a small list of toiletries she required. She handed the list to Esteban, whom she found on the main deck. She had also spoken to the chef who had shown her a typical menu for the week. Noting the breakfast menu, she asked for bagels and maple syrup to be made available. The request wasn’t a problem, Dario had assured her in his strongly accented English.
    In Gemma’s presence, the crew spoke English, but behind the closed doors of the lower deck, where the crew congregated, she suspected everyone spoke Spanish.
    “Señora?”