Thank you for joining me today on Janine’s fabulous blog. This week I am celebrating the launch of my new look, erotically artistic novel, Making Him Wait. A story of self denial, bondage, discipline, drawing and sculpture, Making Him Wait plays with almost every element of the erotica genre- and then covers it in paint.
Maddie Templeton has always been an unconventional artist. Themes of submission and domination pulse through her erotic artwork, and she's happily explored these lustful themes both on and off the canvas. But, when Theo Hunter enters her life, she is presented with a new challenge.
Maddie sets out to test his resolve as she teases, torments and toys with him. However, as Maddie drives Theo to breaking point, she soon becomes unsure whether her own resolve will hold out.
At the same time, Maddie must put on the exhibition of a lifetime. As the hottest gallery in town clamours for her best work, Maddie pushes her models harder and higher until they are physically, sexually and emotionally exhausted.
Will Maddie's models continue to submit to her, or will she push them too far? And will she be ready for the exhibition in time? The only way to find out is to wait and see...and the waiting only makes it sweeter!
In this excerpt a young woman called Sara has agreed to model for Maddie in return for help in gaining enough confidence to go commando for her boyfriend , in public, in a skirt that is little more than a belt...
...Realising Sara was lost in her own thoughts, and fairly confident those thoughts concerned sex with her, Maddie adopted a firmer tone. “You do want to get this done for Jake, don’t you? If you have changed your mind about going commando, then I have to know now so we can change things.”
Visibly pulling herself together, Sara took a deep breath. “No, I haven’t changed my mind. Jake will love it – I just have stage fright, that’s all.” She forced herself to raise her eyes to meet Maddie’s and, with her chest tightening, said, “And yes, if you are still up for it, then the plan we agreed last week would be good.”
“Excellent.” Maddie stood up straight and dropped her hands from Sara’s shoulders. “Well, as you can see, I am wearing similar clothes to your own, as discussed. I, however, have gone commando. You, I can see, have not. I understand that it isn’t exactly nice weather out there today, which is presumably why you didn’t walk here panty free?”
Both women knew that the fact it was unseasonably cold for a summer’s day was not the reason that Sara had failed to leave off her undergarments. But Sara was grateful for being given the opportunity to blame the dull drizzle for her last minute failing of nerve before she’d left home.
“Exactly. I didn’t want to catch a cold.”
Keeping up the pretence, Maddie picked up the high, pine barstool Sara was to lean over and put it exactly where it had been positioned during the other three sittings. “Well then, if you take off those undies and stand by the stool we’ll crack on?”
Sara’s hands shook as she edged down her knickers, trying not to notice that the fabric was rather damper than it should have been as she slid them to the floor.
Once the small scrap of black material was placed gingerly on the end of the bed, Sara walked to the stool and hovered uncertainly, wondering if Maddie really was going to do as she’d promised last week or if, now she’d got her model this far, she wouldn’t feel the need to keep her side of the bargain.
Maddie picked up her mobile. “Do excuse me for a second, Sara. I must answer these two messages before we start.”
Theo had been getting impatient...
Theo: What are u doing
Theo: I have work too woman – and I can’t concentrate with this bloody hard on! For fucks sake Maddie – tell me what u are doing right now!
Maddie smiled as she typed.
Maddie: I’m about to calm a nervous client by showing her my pussy.
Keeping the phone in her hand, she walked toward Sara. With each stride Maddie lifted the hem of her skirt a fraction at a time, aware how much she was teasing Sara with every centimetre of flesh she revealed. As she reached the end of the bed, Maddie, keeping her bare feet inflexible on the floor, flipped the remainder of the skirt up to show her rounded peach of a backside. Then, spreading her legs, she leant over the end of the bed, her chest buried in the duvet, her back arched upwards so Sara could clearly see her pussy.
The sharp intake of breath the model gave echoed around the room, but Maddie pretended she hadn’t heard it. “Do you want to look closer, honey? You could reassure yourself that we are all the same underneath. We are all vulnerable, all written to the same design code and yet somehow we are all unique.” The artist spoke softly, but with a matter of fact nature that belied the provocativeness of what she was doing.
Her fingers parted her butt cheeks so that Sara could see her vulva in all its majesty. “If all our cunts were the same, then I would be able to draw in any old pussy. And where would the fun be in that? How fabulous that we are all different – all those new, stunning, unique and tasty treats to explore.”
Maddie said nothing else. Every word she had uttered had turned her on and she hoped that she was having the same effect on Sara.
Taking a step towards the artist, her heart thudding, her head bursting with a curiosity that wanted to touch as well as see, Sara crouched behind Maddie. Allowing the haunting music emanating from the stereo to wrap around her, Sara’s eyes took in every fold and shining wet line of the inviting flesh before her.
Twisting her neck round so she could watch Sara examining her with wide, emerald eyes, Maddie eventually broke the silence. “You can if you want to.”
“I can what?” Sara’s voice was husky as she asked, even though she knew the answer to the question.
“You can touch. See what it feels like. It seems only fair because I shall be examining you intimately as I prepare to capture your sexual essence on the canvas.”
“Will you need to touch me, then?” Sara couldn’t quite keep the edge of longing from her voice. Maddie was sure that the girl hoped and feared in equal measure that the answer would be yes.
Expertly keeping her own desire under control, Maddie’s reply was uncaringly breezy. “I would never dream of touching anyone if they didn’t wish me to, but I find I can get a better idea of the type of stroke to use with my pastel or paints if I can feel the texture for myself. It is always up to the individual model entirely.”
“Oh.” That was all Sara could say and Maddie privately speculated how much sweet honey was already flowing from her model’s private parts.
Sara’s fingers were only inches away from the artist. It wouldn’t have taken much for her to lean forward, touch Maddie’s flesh and discover what another woman felt like for the very first time.
Finally, breaking the silence, Sara whispered, “I’m pretty sure my boyfriend would be willing me on if he was here. Jake is pretty much into everything, women, men, straight, kinky; and he’s always had serious fantasy issues about seeing me with another woman.”
Maddie smiled kindly. “I honestly don’t think I’ve met a bloke who doesn’t hope to see his woman with another female, honey.”
Dropping her eyes to the floor, not daring to look at the artist’s succulent folds any longer, Sara spoke as if thinking out loud. “But would he be quite so pleased, if he wasn’t able to witness it for himself? I don’t think Jake would like me to have a woman without him watching.”
“Then don’t tell him.” Letting her matter-of-fact answer sink in, Maddie let go of her rump cheeks, and while she lay waiting for Sara’s decision, she quietly tapped into her phone.
Maddie: I am laid across my studio bed showing another woman my pussy. I am so wet.
Knowing that Sara was too wrapped up in her own battle between wishing to touch and being afraid to, Maddie read and responded to Theo’s instant reply.
Theo: If u fuck her will u tell me about it afterwards?
Maddie: If ur good. But she has to decide...
If you would like to learn more about Sara, Jake, and - of course - Theo, then you can buy Making Him Wait from all good retailers, including...
Barnes and Noble
Kay Jaybee was awarded Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the Erotic Trade Associations.
Kay Jaybee has over 150 publications to her name, including the novels Making Him Wait, (Sinful Press, second edition, 2018), and The Fifth Floor - The Perfect Submissive Book One (KJ Books, third edition, 2017). She has also written the novellas Wednesday on Thursday (KJ Books, 2017), Take Control (1001Nights Press, 2014), Digging Deep, (Xcite Press, 20153), A Sticky Situation (Xcite Press, 2013), and Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (1001 Nights Press, 2014). She has written the anthologies The Collector (KJBooks, 2016), and A Kink a Day Books 1-3 (available via the Radish reading app).
Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at her
Brit Babes Site
Kay also writes contemporary romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash