Today's guest is Sinful Press stablemate Kay Jaybee, who is launching a new edition of her erotic novel The Voyeur:
Wealthy business man and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of thirteen fantasies he is intent on turning into reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite S&M club; Mark is helped to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff. His Personal Assistant, Anya Grant, and his Housekeeper, Clara Hooper.
Upon the backs of his willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s ultimate fantasy – Fantasy 13- can take place.
But have the girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does the Bridge's Gentleman's Club, Anya's previous employer, have over Mark? A place Anya was only too delighted to escape from.
In order to find out, Mark’s girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought they’d left behind them all over again; and while they do, Mark will watch...
Crouched, shaking, and unsteady on her hands and knees, waiting with a contrary excitement for Fantasy 12 to start, Anya again ran her eyes around the hall, searching for a glimpse of Clara, but couldn’t see her at all.
Placing a bowl of pick ‘n’ mix condoms on the floor next to his PA, Mark yelled, “Begin!”
Feeling Mark’s shining eyes glued to her shackled body, and stealing herself for an instant orgy, Anya was surprised when no one moved. Perhaps it was the presence of the camera. Discreet was a place for anonymity; somewhere you could avoid being who you were from nine to five.
Just as Anya had begun to think this was all a big bluff just to frighten her, and that nothing was going to happen, her flesh jumped. A pair of smooth hands was sedately crossing her backside.
Clumsily tilting her face to one side, Anya saw a gorgeously curvy woman dressed in a stunning burgundy basque and panties giving her an intimately assessing visual examination.
The unknown woman addressed Mark. “I think a blindfold might make this even more interesting. What do you think?”
Mark wordlessly pointed to the poster for a second time. ‘Do what you want to me...’
The woman smiled, and Anya was immediately plunged into darkness behind a black satin mask.
After that Anya felt as if she was in a dream; or possibly a kinky nightmare. She wasn’t sure of anything except that she wasn’t ready for it to stop.
It began with the crack of a whip across her arse. Then came the hands. Hands everywhere; feeling, pinching, smacking, scratching. So many digits assailed her flesh that Anya had no idea how many individual pairs were actually touching her. Her nipples were rock hard as anonymous mouths gobbled at them, and her pussy quivered as tongues lapped and fingers were jammed in and out. Each time she showed any sign of coming however, it all stopped, and Anya was left to moan helplessly into her bizarre gag; a foam of spittle gathering at its sides.
Just as Anya thought her arms and legs would give way beneath the constant assault, a new pressure grew against her face.
Anya’s jaw clicked painfully as the dildo wedge protruding from her mouth was used for the first time.
The smell of wet snatch was almost overpowering. The redhead’s brain exploded with pornographic images of the picture she and her attendants must be presenting. Hands and mouths were sucking, smacking, and licking her to distraction, and now an anonymous woman had impaled herself on the fake cock.
Anya would have given anything to have her tongue free to taste the source of that beautiful aroma. She couldn’t stop pondering exactly how hard Mark’s dick must be as he watched the stranger thrust against her face. Not for the first time, the PA marvelled at her boss’s self-restraint, for she knew he’d allow himself no relief from his condition until they were all at home again and Fantasy 12 was safely completed.
Despite her best efforts, Anya’s exhausted arms eventually slipped against the sweat-slick wooden floor. There was a muffled shout as her body splayed, and then there was silence.
No one touched Anya as she lay there, motionless but for her heaving chest. She inhaled noisily through her nose, trying to rest her bruised limbs as best she could.
A sudden chill engulfed her as every hand and mouth was removed from her previously overheated body; her unsated flesh trembled. Anya was more desperate for an orgasm than she’d ever been in her life.
Minutes ticked by, then Anya’s skin rippled with mute relief as, from out of the silence that seemed to envelop her, something trailed across her anus.
Two sets of unseen hands pushed Anya onto all fours. She could feel the roughly calloused palms holding her up, supporting her shattered muscles. Then someone slid beneath her and gently nibbled at her swollen tits.
Biting into the hard gag, sweat dripping into her eyes, Anya frantically tried to stop herself climaxing until permission was given.
Expert fingers pumped in and out of Anya’s pussy. Someone was parting her butt cheeks, and even before she could prepare herself for the invasion she knew would come, the thin end of a whip was shafted between her buttocks.
The PA gave a silent scream into the rubber guardian as an unknown arse then speared itself onto the fake dick, its owner’s weight pulling at her face and straining her neck.
It was too much. Filled, yet left feeling frustratingly empty by the slim nature of the plugs being used in each of her orifices, Anya no longer cared about obeying Mark. She forgot about waiting for permission to climax.
He had created this spectacle; he knew damn well that she’d have to come eventually. Anya just hoped she’d managed to impress Mark by how long she’d lasted prior to giving in to the inevitable explosion.
As her head filled to bursting with swirling shapes and colours, Anya allowed her abused body to stop fighting the fulfilment she’d been denying it.
The tongues, cocks, and breasts, all blurred into a swarming mass as she bucked against them. Anya thought she may have heard Mark cry out, but she had no idea whether it was an angry or an ecstatic exclamation as she sank to the floor in exhausted unconsciousness.
The Voyeur is out on 24th August and is available to pre-order from:
Kay Jaybee is the author of Making Him Wait and The Perfect Submissive series. Her fiction has been published by Black Lace, Xcite, Cleis Press and Berkley.
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Thanks ever so much (Kay) xxx
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