Every Monday I post a naughty excerpt for your entertainment!
This week's guest is the totally awesome Kay Jaybee, named Best Erotica Writer of the Year 2015 at the ETO Awards. And she has an excerpt for us from her novel Knowing Her Place, which won her an honourable mention for excellence in BDSM writing from the National Leather Association (USA)!
Knowing Her Place is the third novel in the Perfect Submissive Trilogy (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place).
With her head full of unanswered questions, exhausted from her fairytale experience at the hands of Dr Ewen, Lady Tia, and the staff of the adult entertainment service provided by The Retreat, Jess Sanders is desperate to leave Scotland, and return to her usual submissive position at the exclusive Fables Hotel in Oxford.
Having been thwarted in his plans to keep Jess at The Retreat permanently, its owner David Proctor isn’t willing to let Jess go back to her dominatrix, Miss Sarah, and her employer, Mrs Peters, without sending her on one final mission. Only if she succeeds in her task, will Proctor remove the collar of servitude he has locked around Jess’s neck.
With a list of five unknown addresses in her hand, Jess Sanders is placed in a car and driven from The Retreat towards England. With no idea what or who awaits her at the first stop, all Jess can hope for is that her journey will eventually take her back to where she belongs.
To the Fables Hotel, where Jess Sanders truly knows her place.
(This extract is from the first address on Jess’s list, where she meets a security guard who has a very odd obsession....)
She perched on a grey metal chair opposite the table, upon which the webcam was in full operation. Jess’s back and thighs were sticky against the smooth surface. Her hands were cupping her breasts as per Shaun’s instructions, and her legs were clasped firmly together.
‘You look delightful, Miss Sanders.’
Jess didn’t reply. She couldn’t. An accidental moan of pleasure as Shaun’s fingers had brushed her nipples through her bra when he’d stripped off her jacket, jumper, and blouse, had given him the excuse she knew he’d been hoping for to gag her. A scrap of grey material was wrapped tightly around her head and between her lips. The sound of Jess breathing through her nose rippled across its taut surface.
‘Perhaps I will tell you about myself afterwards. Maybe I won’t. In the meantime, Miss Sanders –’ Shaun squeezed her hands again, so she was kneading her own tits ‘– I think we should begin.’
Levering his guest up, Shaun kicked the chair vigorously to one side of the storeroom. He yanked Jess forward, so that her chest was crushed against his. His eyes were so close to hers that she felt as if he was boring them deep inside her.
Then, with no warning, he turned away.
Instantly, Jess closed her eyes in relief. It was a mistake. The slap that crossed the top of her left thigh burnt on contact, and Jess’s eyelids flew wide open.
‘Do not close them again.’ The words were not shouted – in fact, they were barely mouthed, yet they contained a promise of menace Jess didn’t want to think about.
If she’d been able to speak, she would have said sorry, but all she could do was offer a silent apology as sincerely as she could, pleading with her eyes.
Having regained his composure, Shaun nodded in acknowledgement of her obedience, and pointed to the floor. ‘Shall we begin?’
Deciding the best plan would be to do what was required as quickly as possible, Jess took off her bra and panties. Lying on her back as instructed, she parted her legs, bent her knees, and placed her hands behind her head. All the time her eyes were locked on Shaun’s who, wherever he moved, kept his eyeline fixed on Jess’s expression. He opened another of the crates without looking at it, and pulled out a roll of grey towels.
‘I think they’ll make a comfortable enough cushion, and should raise your head enough so that you can always see my face and, more importantly, I can always see your eyes.’
The beat of the opera vibrated through Jess’s back as she repositioned her head so her neck was lifted slightly. Then, as she watched, the security guard swept a hand toward the row of sex toys. Without moving the direction of his gaze from her, Shaun took the first and smallest dildo from the shelf and weighed it in his palm.
‘See here, Jess, isn’t this a beauty?’
‘Grey chrome. Five inches long and three-quarters of an inch wide, but a sturdy beast nonetheless. I think you’ll appreciate its weight.’
Jess steeled herself. This was nothing. She could easily accommodate that, and knew her treacherously sex-dependent body was already wet enough for the first toy to slip easily into her. It was with some surprise, then, that she saw Shaun put down the metal dildo and pick up the next one.
‘This baby is, as you can see, rather wider and longer than its colleague.’ He ran a finger lovingly down its side, before quickly replacing it with the toy he’d referred to as The Cactus.
This time, Jess knew that her eyes had given more of her rising fearful excitement away than she’d intended for him to see. Her circumstances had made her so aware of her own pupils that she was sure she could actually feel them dilate.
‘Good girl. That is the reaction I was hoping for. Quiet awe, I think we should call the shine in your eyes right now. I’m sure your irises have taken on a darker hue. Most fascinating.’
Jess might not have been permitted to shift her gaze from his face, but the simultaneous dilation of Shaun’s pupils in line with her own told her he was finally getting turned on as he held up the fearsome-looking toy. Three inches wide, with additional rubber nodules sticking out at irregular angles that increased its girth by at least half an inch, it made Jess’s vaginal walls throb in pre-emptive sympathy. Her hair was starting to feel tacky beneath her palms, and the initial cool of the floor tiles against her naked body had been replaced by a claustrophobic heat.
Working without removing Jess from the centre of his visual attention, Shaun stood between her open legs, picked the laptop up and, manoeuvring rather awkwardly so he didn’t miss a second of his guest’s excited discomfort, angled the webcam so that it was focused on her exposed mound.
Focusing her mind on how important it was not to disappoint the first visitor on Proctor’s list, wishing the collar didn’t dig into her throat quite so much when she lay down, Jess kept her eyes on his face. It was very difficult not to dip them towards his cock.
‘I have a confession to make,’ he said. Jess felt her stomach flip as she stared up at him. ‘I have led you into a false assumption.’ Shaun picked up The Cactus.
Jess guessed what he was about to say, as he had tilted the tool so she could see that, unlike the first toy he’d shown her, it was hollow.
‘Ah! I see from your eyes that I don’t have to explain myself. You are indeed as bright as Proctor led me to believe. That’s two things he has told me about you that have turned out to be true. You do respond well to pain, and you are clever. I wonder if you’ll prove him right on the third claim as well. We shall soon see.’
With a care boarding on reverence, he crouched down, and, without even peeping at the V of her wet pussy, lowered the spiked dildo to her mound, and rolled its side over her clit.
Jess’s reaction was instant. Her body leapt a little against the floor. Her mind had already filled with images of how the forthcoming invasion, and now the nodules were being rubbed against her; she knew her imagination hadn’t tricked her into how difficult this was going to be. Liquid burst from her clit as it was scraped by the hollow rubber.
Timing his jerky movements to the music, Shaun dragged the unwieldy sheath away from Jess, making her groan into her gag as she watched him pull it over his solid shaft. This she hadn’t been expecting; she’d thought he was going to push the dildos inside her one at a time; starting with the smallest, and working his way up, opening her slowly.
Once again she’d read the security guard wrong.
Jess was finding it unbelievably tough to not to glance at his dick. She needed to see what was about to be pushed inside her, as much as she didn’t want to know what it looked like. There was no chance of peeping at his crotch covertly, however, for not once did Shaun divert his vigilant leer from her face.
She began to be thankful for the material binding her mouth, for Jess wasn’t sure she’d have been able to prevent herself from pleading with him to hurry up if she’d been able to speak. Hanging on for something to happen was becoming almost as big a deal as the ordeal she was about to face. And all the time, a voice at the back of her head kept asking Jess what the brutal phallus would feel like when it was within her, how wonderful it could feel, and how painful, and telling her over and over again that she wouldn’t be free of the collar without finding out. She had to take everything Shaun was about to throw at her.
Knowing Her Place at Amazon US : Amazon UK
Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO
Kay was also nominated as the Best Erotica Writer in 2013 and 2014.
Kay wrote the The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2011-14), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 100 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.
at Brit Babes
and writing contemporary romance as Jenny Kane
You can find her on Twitter- kay_jaybee