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May 13, 2015
Smut By The Sea: Scarborough 23rd May
This year will be the third Smut by the Sea at Scarborough Library and it’s bigger and better than ever before with a schedule filled with sexy, seaside shenanigans. This year’s event is sponsored by Sexhibition, the brand new and innovative Sex expo to be held in Manchester this August. Smut UK will be there, you should be too!
On the 23rd May 2015 Smut UK will take over the upstairs of Scarborough library from 9am -5pm with workshops, performances and more to delight you. All day you will be able to indulge in the delights of the erotic market place. Get your homemade gifts and treats from Bella Settarra, and Cara Sutra will be giving away goody bags and selling sexy treats including DVDs, bondage gear and lube. Pick up a book from the Smutty book stall, check out Steph’s Ann Summers table and of course you must have a go on the world famous Erotic Tombola, you never know what you might win.
There will be two reading slams filled with top quality authors, make sure you come and listen to Cara Sutra, Janine Ashbless, Kiki DeLovely, Charlie J Forrest , Bella Settarra, , Anna Sky Slave Nano, Cameryn Moore, Helen J Perry, Ashe Barker, Jacqueline Brocker, Ashley R Lister, Lisabet Sarai, and Victoria Blisse as they read 5 minute excerpts for your aural pleasure.
Three diverse workshops will take place though out the day, Jennifer Denys will be leading one on researching and writing Werewolf stories, Slave Nano will be Kinking up the Past in his historical and sexy workshop and Cameryn Moore, professional potty mouth will be talking dirty to filth up your fiction or steam up your sex life.
And as if that’s not enough there will be performances from the Enchanting Bea Noir and the sensual Blue Belle and those brave enough can pick up a Free Spanking from Mistress Cara Sutra!
Tickets are still available including a VIP package that includes a sexy goody bag filled with treats, your lunch and priority seating in all workshops, performances and slams.
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Don’t miss this great event!!
Kay xxx
May 11, 2015
ETO Awards: The Best Erotica Writer of 2015 is…
I’m a thrilled to bits to be able to announce that, for the third year running, I have been nominated for the ETO’s Best Erotica Author of the Year award!!
As ever, the competition is fierce!! So if you’re in the trade, and eligible to vote, make sure you do!! erotictradeonly.com
The choice is between myself (novels, novellas, and short stories), my fellow Brit Babe, Kd Grace (novels, novellas, and short stories), EL James (nothing since 2012), Tiffany Reisz (romances with sexy episodes), and Emily Dubberly (series of quick erotic reads). I’m glad I don’t have to choose the winner!!
There are loads of other categories to vote for as well, including Best Journalist, Best Shop Manager, Best On-line Retailer and so on…
Congratulations to everyone who has been nominated!!!
Huge thanks in advance for voting, and for supporting the ETO!
Kay xxx
May 7, 2015
Release Blitz from Cleis Press: Three of Hearts: Erotic Romance for Women
We’ve all heard the expression “three’s a crowd.” But in Three of Hearts: Erotic Romance for Women, two plus one equals three times the excitement, emotion, and romance. Whispers of love now have an audience, the thrill of sex is heightened by the voyeur—even the question of who to kiss, first, brings forth potent sensuality. Editor Kristina Wright, described by The Romance Reader as “a budding force to be reckoned with,” has compiled a collection that uses the power of three to inspire all this and more in the erotic and romantic fantasies of women.
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Extract from – “Old Habits” by Mina Murray
I leaned down to press my lips to his, sucking his tongue into my mouth. His moan vibrated low in my body. I undulated to drive him deeper, slammed my palms down on his shoulders. Leverage.
“So good,” I crooned.
Luke let me set the pace. But that didn’t stop him grabbing my ass with those big hands of his and thrusting up to meet me. His fingers soon strayed across my flesh, between my buttocks, finding the tightness of my asshole.
There was a question in his eyes.
I bit my lip and nodded.
When he pushed his finger inside me, I swear that I saw stars. That forbidden friction, the way his cock stroked over my G-spot, the way the root of him brushed against my clit, set off sparklers throughout my body.
“Come with me, babe,” Luke urged.
And I did. I cried out my pleasure into the silent night, wondering the whole time I was coming if Alyx could hear me, down the hall.
We spooned for a while, until Luke fell asleep. My body was sated, and I knew I was physically tired enough, but I just couldn’t drift off the way I usually did. I lay there for a half hour, before I figured a shower might help.
When I got out of the bathroom, the door across the hall opened, and Alyx ducked her head out.
I stared at her coldly.
“Eve, can I talk to you for a minute?”
“I’m tired. Whatever you have to say to me can wait until morning.”
The door opened a bit wider.
“It’s just…I just wanted to apologize.”
“Then you can do it in the morning.”
Footsteps followed me, all the way to my bedroom door.
“Eve, please!”
I turned with a sigh and was surprised by what I saw. Alyx looked contrite. Genuinely contrite. Not at all the crocodile-tears expression she used to wear when trying to talk herself out of a jam.
“I should never have come here. I was an idiot to think that things could be different. Not after everything that happened, not after…” She shook her head.
But I wasn’t letting her off that easy.
“Not after I caught you, you mean? Fucking my boyfriend, in my bed?”
She nodded, miserable.
“Do you have any idea how much you hurt me? How long it took me to get over that? You were my best friend. I loved you.”
“Not the way I loved you.” She lifted her eyes to mine. “It was never about the guys, Eve. It was always about you. I wanted it to be just us, just you and me. I wanted to prove that none of those guys deserved you. But then I didn’t deserve you either. I just didn’t see it at the time.”
She took in a shaky breath.
“So I wanted to say sorry, for then and especially for tonight. I insulted your hospitality, I offended your boyfriend and I acted like a fool.”
I wasn’t sure what to say to her. Everyone has those imaginary conversations in her head, where she rehashes old conflicts, tries to work through them. But I never imagined ours going like this, with me barefoot and in a bathrobe, hair dripping wet, my boyfriend snoring in the room behind me.
“I’ll be gone in the morning, don’t worry,” Alyx said. “I just wanted to say good-bye first.”
I could think of a hundred good reasons for why what I was about to do was a terrible idea. But when I kissed her, swallowing her sound of surprise, none of them seemed to matter. Nothing mattered except the lushness of her body, pressed up against me, and the way her perfume filled my senses. Nothing mattered except the way she kissed me back, desperate and fierce and tender. She was crying, I could tell. Or maybe that was me.
After a few intense moments, my head was spinning, and I had to break the kiss. I took her face in my hands and leaned in close.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I said. “Understand?”
“Can I…can I kiss you again?” she asked, as if she had to, as if she didn’t know what rights she had over my body.
“Please.”
Her fingers traced the column of my neck. I guess I should have been more specific when I granted her request, because she slipped the robe off my shoulder, baring one breast, and pressed a wet kiss to my nipple.
She may as well have kissed my clit, the effect was so electrifying.
“Oh god,” I murmured, as she drew the tight peak into her mouth and bit gently.
Her hand found the cord of my robe and tugged it loose. The satiny garment practically fell off me then, leaving me naked in front of her.
I wasn’t normally like this, so passive, so acquiescent. But I didn’t resist when she placed her small hand flat against my breastbone and pushed me into the bedroom.
“I’ve missed the way you come under my tongue,” she whispered.
I don’t know how she could see so well in the dark, but she managed to get us into the room without any noise, and without me tripping over something. An impressive feat, considering I was lust-dazed, walking backward, and clumsy at the best of times.
She moved me to the foot of the bed and gently pushed me onto my back. My head was cushioned on the mattress, my body on the blanket box, my legs draped over her shoulders.
And then she put her mouth on me, and I almost wept. I had forgotten what it was like to be with a woman, but Alyx reminded me with her slim fingers, her soft skin, her long hair brushing silkily along the inside of my thighs. It was hard not to whimper when she tongued my bud delicately; harder still to bite back the moan when she captured it between her lips and sucked.
That Luke was sleeping not two feet away from me only made me more aroused. I shut my eyes as Alyx flattened her tongue and swept it over me. It felt like she was everywhere at once…
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Available March 17, 2015
http://www.amazon.com/Three-Hearts-Erotic-Romance-Women/dp/1940550033
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/three-of-hearts-kristina-wright/1119718652?ean=9781940550039
Happy reading,
Kay xx
May 5, 2015
The Perfect Submissive: Jess sat at her desk…
“…The Perfect Submissive blows Fifty Shades out of the water…”
Jenkat c/o Lovehoney
I have been overwhelmed by the continued popularity of my BDSM series, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (followed by The New Room novella). Long before E L James stopped practicing psychiatry, I wrote the story of Miss Jess Sanders…
If you haven’t come across Jess before, here’s an extract from the beginning of book one, The Perfect Submissive (Xcite Books, copyright Kay Jaybee)
…Jess was sat at her desk, a half eaten sandwich in one hand; the fingers of her other hand dancing over the computer keyboard. Laura watched her through the office window for a few moments before confidently stepping into the room, interrupting the clerk without hesitation. ‘Mr Davies informs me he has not yet had time to complete your preliminary tour of the hotel.’
Understanding precisely where the manageress intended to take her, Jess spoke carefully, ‘I’ve seen most of it, but not all.’
Without confirming the clerk’s suspicions, Laura said, ‘I have a few moments, so if you’d like to walk this way I’ll complete that area of your training.’ She pointed towards the office door, ‘You are bound to be asked for directions around the place by our guests and it doesn’t look very professional if a member of staff gets lost herself, wouldn’t you agree?’
‘I would, Mrs Peters.’
Although she’d now worked at the Fables for just over a week, Jess still hadn’t looked her boss in the eye once, a fact that sent a buzz of conviction through Mrs Peters; her initial instincts about the girl had been correct.
‘Are you happy here so far, Miss Sanders?’
‘Yes, Mrs Peters. Thank you.’ Jess muttered her response, almost managing to glance directly at her superior, but falling short at her shoulders. Laura’s heartbeat increased in response to the girl’s natural deference. Jess Sanders was just so perfect for what she had in mind.
As they walked towards the staff lift Laura attempted to improve the flow of conversation, ‘And I don’t think you have yet been introduced to all the other members of staff?’
‘Not yet, no.’ Again Jess spoke cautiously, and Laura knew from the expression on her face that she was both fearful and curious about meeting anyone who kept their business arrangements entirely to the Fables upper storey.
‘We are one member of staff down at the moment; one of my assistants has left us for pastures new. I’m searching for a replacement. Master Lee Philips, who works in the bar downstairs, helps me out as and when required, but it’s not an ideal arrangement. He has many other duties, and besides, the fifth floor guests frequently prefer the female touch.’
Following the clerk into the lift it was obvious that no small talk was going to come from her, so Laura calmly kept up her commentary. ‘My associate, Miss Sarah, should be on the premises by 10.00 each morning, unless she has had a complete night session, in which case she is not expected until 2.00 p.m. As I’ve said, Master Philips comes and goes, depending on our requirements and his bar and reception work. Miss Sarah has her first session of the day in a few moments, if we are lucky we should just catch the show.’
Visibly shrinking back, Jess noticed how Mrs Peters walked a little taller now they’d reached her domain. Her face was more set, her back straighter, and somehow she appeared even more intimidating than before. Pushing her hands into the deep pockets of her clinging knee-length black skirt, Jess hid the growing sheen of perspiration on her palms, while trying to ignore the fearful beat of her pulse.
Crossing the threshold of the room, into which she was being firmly steered by the elbow, felt like entering another world to Jess, or rather, another time. Manoeuvred towards a plush red velvet chaise longue, her eyes darting here and there, the clerk was pointedly sat down.
Trying to ignore the light but persistent pressure of Mrs Peters cool hand against her wrist, Jess took in the reproduction William Morris wallpaper, the heavy dark-wood chest of drawers, the floor to ceiling bookshelves, and the faded brown leather wing-backed armchair. Centre stage, only a few metres from where they sat, was a huge writing desk. Its top was inlaid with a square of leather, a portion of which was covered with blotting paper, an accompanying ink well, pots of ink, and nibbed pens.
Jess was reminded of a museum she’d once visited as a child, where rooms from a variety of different houses had been re-created from a number of historical periods. This room had Victorian study written all over it.
The silence was beginning to get to her as she waited, perched rather than sat, on the unyielding seat. A faint voice of hope at the back of her head kept telling her that all this had to be some sort of practical joke, but one glance at Mrs Peters made Jess reconsider. Her eyes kept drifting towards the study door. Whatever she had been brought here to witness surely couldn’t begin until someone came in. Twenty seconds later, each one ticked off by the hammer of Jess’s heart beating, the door swung back with a confident push.
‘Ah, Miss Sarah,’ Laura rose from her seat, a stern glare at Jess telling her not to move. ‘I hope you don’t mind, but Fables has a new member of staff, and I thought it would be a good idea to let her observe one of our sessions.’
Miss Sarah, her face powdered to an ultra-pale complexion, her curling hair pinned up in the style of a Victorian lady, her exquisite outfit historically accurate down to the small white buttons that fastened her stylish black boots, curtsied at once to her superior, ‘Of course, Mrs Peters.’
The stunningly slim woman glanced briefly at Jess, her grey gaze only lingering long enough to acknowledge the stranger, without taking in what she looked like or who she might be. Miss Sarah’s indifference, dismissing the office clerk as an unimportant factor in the room, made Jess feel smaller and more anxious than ever.
The agonising lull continued and Jess’s imagination began to run riot as Miss Sarah sat at the desk in preparation for her client’s arrival. Images of pock-skinned overweight men, panting loudly as they fucked the employees of the fifth floor against the furniture made Jess’s stomach churn, but there was no way out. With a quiet determination that Mrs Peters would have been surprised to know Jess possessed, she thought, if the other members of staff here have survived this part of the tour, then so can I.
As Mrs Peters returned to both the chaise longue and her application of gentle restraint against the clerk’s arm, Jess’s body stiffened. Someone was knocking on the door. Not daring to face her employer, Jess focused on the figure that, after being granted permission to enter, walked meekly into the study.
If he hadn’t had his neck bent, his face to the floor with respect for Miss Sarah, who greeted him with a sharp ‘Good Morning’, Jess judged he would have been quite tall. And he was young; not the sweaty, aged bank manager Jess had conjured up in her head, but a man in his late 20s or early 30s, with a shaven face, short spiked ginger hair, and well built limbs. He was dressed as a servant, perhaps a stable hand. Jess was automatically reminded of Lady Chatterley’s Lover. Gulping against her dehydrated throat, unwilling to see the sex that she was sure was about to follow, the clerk dropped her eyes, only to have her chin roughly jerked upwards by Mrs Peters, ‘No, child. You will observe. You will learn.’
A patina of panic gripped Jess. Every hair on the back of her neck stood to attention. Until that moment it had been unreal. She hadn’t let go of the hope that at any minute someone was going to turn around and say, ‘OK, Jess, it’s just a joke. We play it on all the new girls. Let’s grab a coffee.’ No one did though. No one was saying anything…
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If you’d like to read on, you can buy The Perfect Submissive as a paperback, an ebook, or as part of an e-boxset of the complete The Perfect Submissive Trilogy…
Boxed Set (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat and Knowing Her Place)http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Perfect-Submissive-Boxset-Jaybee-ebook/dp/B00T58G69M/ref=zg_bs_4542633031_6
The Perfect Submissive Book 1 (paperback or kindle)
The Retreat Book 2 (paperback and kindle)
Knowing Her Place Book 3 (paperback and kindle)
And don’t forget- there is a novella length extra story now available to finish Jess’s erotic adventure!
The New Room (eBook only)
Happy reading everyone,
Kay xxxx
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May 2, 2015
A Secret Smile: Quick Kink Two- Free Read
It’s a Bank Holiday!! I thought I’d celebrate having an extra long weekend by sharing a complete story from my very naughty anthology, Quick Kink Two!!
Blurb
Quick Kink Two satisfies the reader with twelve bite-sized erotic tales of lust, master and servant domination and submission, bondage, instruction and voyeurism.
From the full-on experience of a journalist at an S&M wedding (The Bride Wore Rubber), to the power games of a mistress and her four willing slaves (Just As She Says), to the private, but instantly sexy adventures of a woman awaiting her part-time lover (Secret Smile), Quick Kink Two provides a tempting dose of straight, bi, and lesbian fantasy.
Secret Smile
Joanna’s legs felt stiff. They ached in places she didn’t think it was possible for them to ache. Even her hips throbbed, preserving the echo of where Lee’s hands had been; reminding Joanna of how he’d grasped her body with beautifully rough force.
The smile that played at the corner of her eyes as she moved around the house, carrying out the mundane tasks of the afternoon, was the only indicator of the amazing encounter just past. As Joanna poured water into the sink to tackle the mountain of washing up, her mind replayed the highlight of her day.
She’d been waiting for the doorbell to ring since one o’clock. It was already almost three, and time was running out. In a little over half an hour she would be on the school-run, and Joanna would turn into “Mum” once more, and not a sexy woman awaiting her lover.
Over the past few months Joanna had become accustomed to giving constant glances towards her front door as she sat at her desk working. She’d long since stopped worrying if Lee would turn up or not. If he was late it was because a job had overrun, not because he didn’t want to spend a few precious moments of time with her on the parallel universe they’d created for themselves.
No one else knew they met. A fiction they perpetuated by the sheltered nature of her home, her neighbours’ workday absence, and the fact Lee always parked his battered blue van in the next street.
Of course the later he was, then the faster the sex would be, but, Joanna thought to herself as she failed to concentrate on the spreadsheets she was theoretically working on, one of his quick fucks was always worth experiencing.
Joanna’s levels of anticipation increased with each tick of the clock that sat on the bookshelf next to her desk. As the flick of the second hand echoed through the quiet of the room, her body began to react to the frustration of waiting. She could almost feel his rough hands on her smooth, pale flesh. They’d be calloused, with the fresh cuts he’d have picked up that day from whatever his work as an odd-job man had bought him.
Her state of semi-arousal increased as her nipples, desperate for the attention her body had been expecting for the last two hours, pushed against her black satin bra. Leaning back in her swivel chair, Joanna closed her eyes and, impatience getting the better of her, began to dance her slim fingers over her thin maroon shirt. Undoing her buttons, one at a time, she pictured Lee standing before her. Joanna smiled as she imagined his clumsy digits fumbling over the tiny fastenings until he got frustrated with them, and simply yanked the whole garment over her head.
Only two buttons of her blouse were still done up, when the urgent ringing of the doorbell abruptly pulled Joanna from her erotic musings. She dashed to the door.
Lee hastened inside, apologising for his lateness, and muttering something about a badly blocked drain. His face, however, showed instant approval at Joanna’s dishevelled state. Muttering, ‘Nice bra, baby,’ he wasted no time, and dropped his hands into the gap she’d made, popping her tits free so he could attack them with his mouth.
She groaned into his shoulder as teeth grazed her nipples, sending electric shocks through her nervous system, instantly igniting her pussy. Then, as one, in a flurry of urgency, they simultaneously remembered the shortness of the time they had together, and yanked off their own trousers and underwear.
Joanna’s pulse raced rapidly as she saw how gorgeously hard he was already. Recognising the hunger in her eyes, Lee rolled on a condom as he whispered into her ear, ‘I’ve been pumping blood down there for the last two hours thinking of you, babe.’ Without bothering to ask for permission, he flipped Joanna over onto her front, and swiftly impaled himself into her from behind.
‘That’s so good,’ Joanna murmured as she surrendered her body to his thrusts, relishing the solid weight of his muscular frame as his huge hands grasped her hips. Slamming hard against his lover, Lee slipped a hand over her slick clit, massaging her wetness in time to his movements.
‘Talk dirty to me, baby.’
Without hesitating, Joanna immediately began to tell him what he wanted to hear, ‘You really are a bad boy, making me all wet, I’ve been thinking of how well you fuck all afternoon. I’ve also been thinking of a girl I once knew …’ Lee sighed as he listened, increasing Joanna’s confidence as she continued, ‘… she used to spend hours just sucking my tits, but you suck tits better, much better. Hell, I’ve never been as horny in my life as I get thinking about us together; my vibrator batteries have worn right down since our last shag …’
Lee grunted urgently into her ear, ‘Babe, I’m coming.’ He increased the pressure of his fingers on her clit, and suddenly Joanna was climaxing as well, her body shuddering against his sweetly sweaty bulk as he moved even faster.
They dressed quickly, laughing at their crumpled, semi-clad selves, making plans for their next encounter. Then, giving Joanna a fiercely deep kiss, Lee was gone.
Joanna sat on the sofa, marvelling at how quiet and big her house felt after her lover’s departure. Flexing her muscles, she knew that, in about an hour, her body would start to bruise and throb, with the satisfying worthwhile sort of ache which always gave her a secret smile.
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I hope you enjoyed that!!
There are 11 other equally sexy tales within Quick Kink Two- if you fancy a peep, you can buy this e-anthology from all good e-retailers, including-
Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Quick-Kink-Two-instruction-ebook/dp/B008GU41P6/ref=pd_sim_sbs_kinc_1
Amazon.com- http://www.amazon.com/Quick-Kink-Two-instruction-ebook/dp/B008GU41P6/ref=pd_sim_sbs_kstore_1
Happy reading,
Kay xx
April 29, 2015
Guest Post from Lily Harlem: In Expert Hands
I’m delighted to hand over my blog to my dear friend Lily Harlem today- this book is hot- very hot- trust me on this.
Over to you Lily…
Hi Kay, thank you for inviting me to your blog again, I always love hanging out here. You and I both share a love of writing BDSM and my latest erotic romance, In Expert Hands, tells the tale of billionaire Dom, Kane Ward, seeking out the woman he wants in his life and introducing her to his very specific set of kinks.
He does of course have to go slowly, he can’t push Imogen, she’s a feisty, independent woman who needs to understand and desire everything that happens, which is exactly how it should be.
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In Expert Hands has swept the board with only 5* reviews on Amazon US. Readers have been very complimentary with their comments including…
“The first word in this review is WOW.”“If you think you’ve found your ultimate BBF, think again! Kane Ward blows them all out of the water. He’s strong, successful, dominant and oozes sexiness from every pore.”
“I could not put this book down once I started it.”
“In Expert Hands is the first book that I have read by Lily Harlem and the author is certainly at the top of her game when it comes to crafting an erotic romance bursting with sexual tension and deliciously smoking hot scenes.”
Back cover information
Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client.
Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs.
And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined in her wildest dreams.
IN EXPERT HANDS has a spin-off short story, IN SAFE HANDS which is featured in the Brit Babes SEXY JUST GOT RICH anthology. Go grab your copy – it’s available from all good ebook retail outlets at a bargain introductory price – and let yourself fall into the dark, erotic world of the Ward brothers, but remember to call them Sir if you’re wearing their collar!
In Expert Hands Buy Links
Amazon US http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00TI0T5KE
Amazon UK http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00TI0T5KE?*Version*=1&*entries*=0
Amazon Ca http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00TI0T5KE?*Version*=1&*entries*=0
Amazon AU http://www.amazon.com.au/gp/product/B00TI0T5KE?*Version*=1&*entries*=0
Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24916749-in-expert-hands?ac=1
Excerpt from IN EXPERT HANDS 18+
“Would you like a drink?” he asked over the sound of the music.
“I’m okay, unless you want one.”
“No. I drank water after my workout.” He urged her forward. “So shall we go straight into a playroom?”
“If that’s what you want?”
He glanced at his watch. “There should be something going on to satisfy our voyeur plans for the evening.”
They stepped toward the bar.
Kane indicated another doorway at the opposite end that had a chain mail curtain hanging from its frame. “It’s through there.”
“Ah, K. Long time no see.” A man wearing a similar jacket to Kane’s but with only two stars over the breast pocket extended his hand.
He didn’t wear a mask and Imogen could see that his smile was genuine.
“Nate, how have you been?” Kane took his hand and they shook.
“Great, been in the City for a few weeks on business. Making the most of my free time by coming here.” Nate turned to Imogen and raised his eyebrows. “You have company.”
“Don’t look so surprised.” Kane squeezed Imogen a little closer.
“I am. You don’t usually bring guests. Special occasion?”
Imogen felt Kane tense. She sensed he wasn’t enjoying having his break from the ordinary commented on. “No occasion,” Kane said. “Good to see you, Nate, perhaps we’ll get a chance to catch up later.”
“Yep. That would be cool.” Nate held up what appeared to be a glass of fizzy water and nodded. He kept his attention on Imogen. “Enjoy your evening here at Sub Space. I’m sure Master K will address your every need.”
“Thank you.” Imogen smiled then felt her cheeks heat as Nate swept his gaze down her body—starting at the collar, then lingering on her breasts and finally on her boots.
Kane stepped forward, tugging her with him. “This way.”
After several paces she touched the collar. “This, around my neck,” she said quietly. “What would happen if I wasn’t wearing it?”
“It would make you fair bait for men like Nate, who are just out to play in a scene, find someone to hook up with.” He glanced at her. “He had no right to look at you like that.”
“Well, the outfit kind of screams look at me.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Oh.” She was confused. “It’s not?”
“No. You’re with me. I’ve claimed you with a collar. What’s more, I outrank him. He should show more respect.”
“You outrank him?”
“Of course.” He pulled back the chain curtain and opened a door. He ushered Imogen into the new room.
Imogen opened her mouth and stared around, thoughts of Nate vanishing.
Kane moved her from the doorway and into the shadows. He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist
“What are your first impressions?” he asked by her ear, his lips brushing her lobe and his breath heating a trail down her neck.
She leant back into him, loving being so close, held by him. But she couldn’t concentrate fully on his embrace because of what was before her. “It’s…sexy.”
“Mmm, I’m glad you think so,” he said, the soft material of his mask rubbing against her temple. “What else?”
She looked around. The room was sectioned into six large cubicles, each one decorated in dark tones and with a combination of low lights and spotlights. Each three-walled area held a bed or a table or some other piece of equipment in the center. Three spaces were occupied.
There was an audience, too, couples, singles, threesomes sitting on more large sofas. Imogen could only see the backs of their heads. Some appeared enraptured, others holding quiet conversations.
“Tell me,” Kane urged, slipping his hand over the smooth material covering her waist. “What do you think about that, over there, to your left.”
Imogen was already staring in that direction. It had been the main thing that had captured her attention.
A naked woman was bent double, tied to a skinny padded table with her ankles fastened to the legs and her arms stretched out on two platforms, crucifix-like. Her skin was pale except for her behind, which was scarlet.
Beside her stood a man—dressed like Kane in black trousers and a velvet jacket—wielding a flogger. He walked around the woman as if surveying the marks on her ass then cracked down the many strands over her skin.
Imogen jerked and a tingle traveled over her buttocks, as though her nerves were empathetic with what the woman on the table was going through.
The man hit again.
The woman groaned and moved her head, her face coming into Imogen’s view. She had her eyes screwed up tight and her lips were parted. There was a flush of red on her cheeks that matched the rosy blush on her backside.
“Talk to me,” Kane said softly.
“Is she enjoying it?” Imogen asked, although she was pretty sure she knew the answer. The woman appeared to be in ecstasy, as though she’d folded in on herself and only her body and sensation existed.
“Very much so,” Kane said. “Master Zen is very capable of working his sub towards orgasm just through striking her.”
“Are they just…playing a scene or are they…?”
“Lovers, committed to each other? Yes, actually those two are. They’re regulars here and live the lifestyle.”
“The lifestyle?”
“Yes.” He slid his hand to her collar and spanned it with his thumb and fingers. “They live full time as Dom and sub. He commands and she obeys.”
“It sounds…old-fashioned.” Imogen wasn’t sure about the obeying thing. She’d known friends who’d purposely had that removed from their wedding vows.
“It’s a symbiotic relationship,” Kane went on, smoothing his fingers around her collar and brushing her skin.
A small shiver ran down Imogen’s spine.
The woman was struck again—several times in fast succession.
Imogen stared at the spectacle.
“You see,” Kane said. “She needs to be adored, cared for, taken through life by the man she loves. He needs to protect her, satisfy her, ensure that everything is perfect for her at all times. That is what makes him feel complete.”
“And that includes this. Beating?”
“Beating, spanking, flogging, whatever you want to call it, yes, it includes this, because that’s what they both enjoy, it’s their thing. It’s their kink.”
Kane went quiet and Imogen watched as Master Zen stood directly behind his sub. He appeared to fiddle at his groin then his pants loosened around his hips. He pushed forward.
The woman arched her back and her cry echoed around the room.
He reached for her shoulders, dragged her onto him.
“He’s…” Imogen said.
“Yes. He’s clearly very pleased with her. She’s getting exactly what she wants tonight.” Kane’s voice was low and husky, as though the sight was turning him on.
Imogen watched, fascinated as the Dom began to fuck his woman with urgency. The sub couldn’t move, she was strapped down, but he was moving for them. Thrusting in and out, hard, frantic, gripping her shoulders, her hair, her hips. His hands were all over her.
Imogen’s knickers dampened and she shifted within Kane’s arms.
“Would you like to get fucked like that?” Kane whispered.
Imogen half turned to him, his words a shock, despite where they were and what they were watching.
“Tell me,” he said, cupping her cheek and holding her face. “Tell me what you’re thinking?”
“I…” Imogen was breathing heavily. Fuck. What was she thinking? That she wanted to get fucked like that? She wanted to feel the flogger?
“Would you like to be her, on that table, with Master Zen taking you to the exquisite high she is rocketing towards right now?” Kane asked. “Red and sore, filled to the max? Nothing else in your mind except claiming that pleasure?”
She did, but it wasn’t Master Zen she wanted behind her, yanking her hair, scratching and marking her skin. Sinking deep, so deep. Filling her to bursting point.
It was Kane, or K as he was known here. It was him she wanted.
“Imogen,” Kane murmured, his mouth almost touching hers. “Talk to me.”
“Yes.” The word scratched from her throat. “But—”
He pressed his thumb over her lips, flattening them against her teeth. “No buts. Or if there are, tell me later.” He gave a brief smile. “Yes is enough.”
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About Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, best-selling author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite, Ellora’s Cave and Sweetmeats Press. Her Hot Ice series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae – check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon – The Novice, The Player and The Vixen – and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel ‘every woman should read’.
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
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Huge thanks for coming along today Lily!! What an extract!!!
Happy reading everyone,
Kay x
April 26, 2015
Not Her Type: A Love Story in Disguise
I will let you into a secret- Not Her Type is a love story!!!
Shush…don’t tell anyone. Kay Jaybee- has written a love story!! Whatever next! ? My reputation as a producer of bondage smut will be forever dented!!
Fear not however, for throughout the c.28,000 words of this novella, S&M sits hand in glove with the underlying romantic streak. For this is a love story that neither Jenny nor John see coming- or indeed wanted- at first at least…
Based on the theory that opposite attract, Not Her Type begins at the dawn of a seemingly impossible and unlikely alliance between Jenny (a ridiculously over-educated accountant, who hates reality TV, and always reads the book before seeing the film) and John (her courier, who has no education at all, and only reads if someone points a gun to his head).
Thrown together by an unexpectedly mutual lust, it is on their third meeting, during a mid-fuck sharing of fantasies, that Jenny confesses to John that, despite their extensive differences, they have something very important in common – they both (usually), prefer women.
Jenny let out a strangled whine, as much from the sensation of being so wonderfully full as from the irritation of having to wait to hear about his dream. An accompanying moan almost simultaneously escaped from John, as she gripped her pelvic muscles around his cock, holding and releasing him over and over again until she couldn’t wait any longer. “You’ve always wanted to what?”
John grinned wickedly, but said no more as he grabbed Jenny’s waist with one hand, thrusting faster, and snaked his other hand down between her legs to massage her nub. Now it was Jenny’s turn to lose her focus. Her film courier could have told her anything at all, and she would have been totally oblivious to what he’d said, as vivid red and orange bubbles of colour burst inside her head.
Shaking with the astonishing intensity of her orgasm, Jenny held onto him tight, digging her fingers into the ink-scarred arms.
She felt the shudder of John’s body as he threw his head back and came inside her. Wiping tangled hair from Jenny’s eyes, John eased himself away from her glowing body. At last he spoke, “I’ve got this picture in my head. I simply can’t shift it.”
“A picture of…?”
“Of you, and me, and…” He paused again, as if trying to decide if he should go on.
Jenny’s pulse-rate hit epidemic proportions. What the hell could be so outlandish that he’s struggling to tell me? Does he think I’ll run a mile or throw him out the house or something? “And…?” It was increasingly difficult to keep the frustration from her voice.
He took an audibly deep breath, “Of you, and me, and another woman.”
It took all her effort not to laugh. All that hesitation for such a standard bloke’s fantasy. But rather than mock, Jenny began to visualize the scene he was suggesting. Is this something he wants us to fantasize about together? Or something he actually wants us to do for real? As she studied her new lover closely, a buzz of excitement rose within her. Is he serious?
“Well?” For the first time since she’d met John he had a trace of uncertainty in his tone, and his confident eyes dipped and failed to meet hers.
So, he is serious. Moving closer to his naked body, placing both her palms flat on his chest, Jenny whispered into his ear, “You find her and I’ll do it.”
Never would Jenny forget the stunned look on John’s face as he spluttered, “What? Really?”
“Sure,” a knot of exhilaration gathered in her chest, and Jenny trailed her fingers lower, lightly twisting the hairs on his chest together in small clumps. “Anyway, it wouldn’t exactly be my first time with a woman.”
“It wouldn’t?!”
“No honey. It wouldn’t.”
A self-confessed nightmare when it comes to relationships, John warns Jenny that he can’t offer her more than occasional sex- yet, there is something about his favourite customer that keeps John coming back again and again – not least because this girl is kinky and then some!! It seems there is nothing Jenny isn’t prepared to do for John- every fantasy he has ever had is suddenly waiting for him to explore…
Do they live happily ever after? Do Jenny and John walk off into the sunset dancing and singing as if they were in some sickly movie? As if I’m going to tell you that!!
Buy links…
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Happy Reading
Kay xxx
PS- hope you enjoy your next courier delivery! xxx
April 20, 2015
Guest Post from Jaz Hartfield: One Night in Amsterdam
I’m delighted to welcome Jaz Hartfield to my sight today. Trip to the Netherlands anyone?
Over to you Jaz…
‘One Night in Amsterdam’ is an erotic romance following a stag and a hen party as they explore the city’s Red-Light District. The characters experience the hedonism full on, getting increasingly drunk on the extremes of pleasure offered.
Amsterdam is a weird and wonderful city, most famous for its Red-Light District and the 200 cannabis coffee shops scattered through it. But there is also Anne Frank’s House, plus some of the best examples of Renaissance and baroque architecture. The canals of Amsterdam are a world heritage site, whilst the Rijksmuseum and the Van Gogh Museum are two of the finest art galleries in the world. (Not to mention the Sex Museum, Venustempel, which is a hilarious journey through erotic art and inventions through the centuries).
Amsterdam is a city of bewildering contrasts, intriguing culture and challenging experiences. I once visited Amsterdam on a stag weekend myself, and it was certainly a weekend I will never forget… for many different reasons! The effect it had on me was rather overwhelming.
In ‘One Night in Amsterdam’, Chloe organises a hen party for her best friend; Dean is the groom, enjoying his final weekend of freedom before ‘settling down’ with Tamsin. The two groups happen to meet and when Dean is smitten by Chloe he wonders if he needs to feel guilty about having one final ‘fling’. Both characters have arrived in Amsterdam unhappy about their ‘normal’ lives and the narrative explores both lust and love.
When we first meet Chloe, she is going through the motions of another one-night stand:
“Bloody hell! You’ve got lovely tits, babe.”
Chloe bit her lip, not to suppress a moan of pleasure but to stop herself from voicing her sense of disappointment. Every bloke she went with always told her the same thing. ‘Lovely tits’. Like a mantra. As if these idiots had nothing else going on in their heads. He could at least tell her she was beautiful, or be original and appreciate her legs or arse. She thought they were pretty spectacular too. No, it was always her tits.
He cupped them and brought them to his lips as if slurping fresh water from a running stream. Over his shoulder, she took a glance at the photograph of Mike with his wife and three cute children. She felt a bit guilty lying in his bed, knowing that the four other people in the photograph were at a school concert, whilst she enjoyed a quick thrill with their husband and dad.
When Mike began twisting her nipple as if turning up a thermostat, Chloe considered walking out on him. He’d been quite sweet until now, buying all the drinks and food. She liked being pampered, and he seemed to enjoy looking after her, so she had no real reason to complain. The fact that Mike also happened to be her line manager played a part in this decision too. Rumours abounded of redundancies and this seemed an excellent ploy to avoid that eventuality. The idea of finding another job, however much she hated this one, was depressing. The only real reason she might need a new job was because she was running out of men to sleep with.
Meanwhile, Dean finds himself engaged but unready for the discipline of being completely faithful to one person for the rest of his life. Perhaps Tamsin isn’t the right one for him:
“How do you fancy a little bit of yummy time?” Dean stepped behind Tamsin, unzipped her onesie down to her belly button and slipped his right hand in to fondle her breasts. “Hmm, you are so delicious. I can’t keep my hands off you.”
After caressing her nipples and feeling them harden, he followed the curvature to her cleavage, and ran his fingers down towards her pubic mound. He kissed her neck and she paused with the washing up. Then he reached further, to gently find her dampening cleft with his fingertips.
She reached back to pat his groin. “You’re the male equivalent of a nymphomaniac.”
“Can’t a bloke be a nympho too? I think I’m one.”
“There is a word, I think it’s ancient Greek or something, which can be used to describe a man who’s obsessed with sex—”
Dean frowned. “You’re just describing every guy on the planet.”
Closing his eyes, his wayward thoughts drifted to Belinda from his office. She was about twelve years older than him, but always wore low necklines and tight trousers, and he’d often wondered what it would be like to have sex with someone more experienced than himself.
Warm pleasure started to envelop and gush inside him.
Was this normal?
So when Dean and Chloe meet on their drunken weekend of debauchery, both are looking for that perfect night, and for their desires to be finally fulfilled…
Jaz Hartfield Author Bio:
Jaz Hartfield is a writer and actor who loves travelling. He’s always looking for his next thrill, having tried bungee-jumping, parachuting, white-water rafting, pot-holing and deep sea diving. Jaz has lived in many different places; his favourite parts of the world include New Zealand, Kenya, Ireland and the Lake District in England. Having been on a stag weekend in Amsterdam, Jaz is unwilling to admit whether this story has elements of the truth in it or not.
Jaz on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100005224159430&fref=ts
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Many thanks for dropping by today Jaz, and sharing some of your kinky Dutch tale!
Happy reading everyone,
Kay x
April 19, 2015
A Taste of Erotic Romance: A Sticky Situation
Today I’m sharing a little from my Cariad Romance novella, A Sticky Situation. This erotic romance was inspired by my own total, non-stop, clumsiness- and my habit of dropping toast and marmalade down my front…
Blurb-
If there is a paving stone to trip over, or a drink to knock over, then Sally Briers will trip over it or spill it. Yet somehow Sally is the successful face of marketing for a major pharmaceutical company; much to the disbelief of her new boss, Cameron James.
Forced to work together on a week-long conference in an Oxford hotel, Sally is dreading spending so much time with arrogant new boy Cameron; whose presence somehow makes her even clumsier than usual.
Cameron on the other hand, just hopes that he’ll be able to stay professional, and keep his irrational desire to lick up all the accidently split food and drink that is permanently to be found down Sally’s temptingly curvy body, all to himself.
It could be a very long week- unless Cameron can find a way of making Sally slop so much of her after show champagne, that he has no choice but to march her off and relieve her of her sodden clothing… He is sure that, if he could find a way to stop Sally resenting him taking her previous bosses job, then they could enjoy no end of sticky situations together…
Extract
As the shower burnt its jet of water into his head and shoulders, Cameron scrubbed his body furiously with soap, trying to wash away all thoughts of Sally. It had been years since he’d let a woman get to him like this. What worried him most was that he didn’t just want to sleep with her. He actually wanted her to like him. This was new territory for Cameron James. As he stood there, beneath the steaming deluge, he couldn’t stop himself from envisaging exactly what he’d like to do with her.
He saw her bent at the end of his bed, waiting for him to kiss her firm arse.
He visualised her lying on her back, her legs wide open. Sally beaming up at him as he lowered himself onto her; her chest swollen and her nipples hard as he ate them, his thick cock sinking into her moist channel.
Cameron could almost taste her as he felt his dick go rigid where he stood, droplets of water cascading off it as, with eyes firmly closed, her saw his mouth coming to Sally’s indescribably soft mound. In his mind he drank from her, the heated water of the shower combining with her liquid, sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both as she tangled her fingers in his hair. Sally was moaning quietly, one hand leaving his head as she squeezed herself, playing her own fingertips across her beautiful almond tinted nipples.
Steadying one hand on the cubicle wall, Cameron’s fist came to his erection as his thoughts became more graphic, more urgent. He pumped slowly at first, as he saw Sally crouched next to him, the light pressure of her small palms pushing him to his feet so she could wrap her lips around his shaft. At first, she’d simply lick the tip enquiringly, as though she was trying a new flavoured ice cream for the very first time. Then, she’d speed up, lapping him with extended strokes, punctuating each move with a kiss to his balls; her nails discovering each inch of his hips and thighs.
Cameron’s whole frame shuddered, his wrist moving faster and faster along his length, the water almost forgotten as it pounded into his bent neck and ran down his back. Nothing mattered but the images in his head and the action of his hand. Sally had engulfed his cock in her mouth now. Sucking and teasing him out, almost stretching his pole, she was drawing him into her, until he was securely within her throat.
He could feel his orgasm rising, his brain flashing with differing shots of Sally as he wanked, of her lips at his dick, of his face between her legs, or her wet dress, clinging to the outline of her curves so temptingly, of how he’d marvelled at his ability not to grab her in the lift and tell her she was driving him nuts, and that he was a nice guy really. Of him slurping fallen food from her neck, of kissing her mouth, her breasts, her thighs; his hands everywhere as he stared into her beautiful emerald eyes.
As spunk spattered against the side of the shower unit’s tiles, Cameron’s eyes flew back open, his chest letting out a pent up exhalation of air via a guttural groan through his throat. ‘Enough,’ he panted into the small rectangular space. ‘Time to stop dreaming and actually do something about this!’
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You can buy this sexy romance in either paperback or ebook from all good retailers, including Amazon-
http://www.amazon.com/Sticky.../dp/B00L4N4JZE/ref=sr_1_13…
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Happy reading,
Kay xx
April 14, 2015
A Little Bit of The Best of…
While I’m busy writing away as the other me- (Jenny Kane)- I’ve been enjoying looking back over my Kay archive- and reminding myself as much as your good selves, what I’ve written! I know it sounds daft, but some of the pieces I’ve created- especially the short stories- tend to get forgotten the moment they are submitted, as I rush off to write the next piece.
Today I thought I’d share a little from one of the tales in my Best of… collection- I still can’t believe I have one of those!!
Blurb-
Fourteen of the very best erotic tales of dominance, submission, bondage, and romantic lust, are delivered with lashings of kink from the pen of Kay Jaybee. From the sexual adventures recalled by a woman as she stares at her favourite shirt, to a deliciously dirty orgy on a bed of cardboard boxes, the after-hours education of a rookie soldier, and the bizarre obsession of an Egyptologist, each story shows why Kay Jaybee has been hailed as ‘a master of the craft of erotica’ (Oysters and Chocolate). As a girl writes messages of lust on the body of her best friend’s lover, and a mistress’s employment of ropes and chains on her slave co-insides with the application of emulsion, we discover just how Kay has earned her reputation for producing ‘super-heated kinky stories,’ (Kd Grace), which are ‘a sublime pleasure to read’ (Violet Blue).
It’s a very odd feeling to read a blurb like that about your own work! I know I often say it, but I honestly can’t believe how much has happened to me ‘writing wise’ in the last ten years. That I have enough stories published with Xcite to warrant them publishing a ‘Best Of…Collection’ is an amazing feeling.
The stories tucked inside The Best of Kay Jaybee come from the Xcite anthologies I’ve had work included in since 2008, (such as Maggie, The Basic Rules of Anal Sex, and The Fuck-Me Cabbie), as well as my three solo Xcite collections, Quick Kink One (The Shirt), Quick Kink Two (The Bride wore Rubber) and Yes Ma’am (Lying in Wait).
As you’d expect from me, there are a fair number of dominance and submission related stories included in this anthology, but there is also a heap of romantic lust, explored fantasies, and happy kinky threesome play.
If you’ve never read any of my work before, then The Best of Kay Jaybee is just the right place to start before you venture on to discover my novellas and novels.
Here’s a taster from Finger Music for you…
Finger Music
The subdued light of the room reflected off the whitewashed brick walls, gathering in one bright spot on the polished floorboards. In the centre of the glow, a pair of oversized brogues were firmly planted either side of a long metal spike; a spike that, as Sally’s eyes slowly rose, turned out to be attached to a double bass. The first member of the jazz trio hired to play in the bar where she worked that evening had obviously arrived early to rehearse.
It wasn’t the presence of the single musician that halted Sally on her way to the staffroom, but the sound he was creating. The wooden panels beneath her feet resounded to the rhythm, humming against her trainers, as she stood transfixed.
Ignorant of even basic jazz, Sally watched as the man played, his bulk equal to the challenge of supporting the instrument, his eyes tightly closed, lost in his music as his digits danced up and down the fret with a speed and agility that belied his thick fingers. And yet, as she watched, Sally realised she’d been quite wrong. This man wasn’t bulky; he was simply tall, fit and immensely strong. A flicker of unexpected electricity climbed up her spine.
With his eyes still shut, a patina of perspiration gathered across his forehead as his fingers increased speed with the tempo of the music.
Sally pushed her back to the door and, bending her knees, slid quietly to the floor, her eyes never leaving those nimble fingers. Vaguely aware that she had never witnessed anything as erotic as those smooth digits as they skilfully played, Sally began to wonder how else he might employ such dexterity.
The tune he’d been playing morphed seamlessly into another, slower this time, calmer, a more sensual glide taking over from the heady yet graceful hammering of the previous melody. Sally glanced up at his face, suddenly realising where she was; sitting on the hard wooden floor, half an hour before the bar opened. Her manager, fellow waiting staff, and the other members of the jazz group could walk in at any moment, expecting Sally to have everything all set up for the evening ahead.
Although his eyes remained shut, Sally felt caught out. She didn’t know if the man was aware of her presence or not. Scrabbling back to her feet, she tried to shake off the hypnotic beat that resonated in her ribcage and between her legs. Trying to stop herself allowing her imagination to mentally replace the double bass fingerboard with her own spine, Sally self-consciously began to edge toward the staffroom door.
‘Did you like it?’
His voice was almost as deep as the notes he’d been playing, and seemed to echo into the abruptly quiet space.
‘I … um … yes …’ Sally felt an uncharacteristic blush cover her usually pale cheeks. ‘I hope you didn’t mind me listening.’
‘That is what I’m here for.’
Already aroused by her fantasies about his manual dexterity, Sally felt a further tug at her crotch as his right eyebrow lifted, and a blast of searing-eyed mischief scorched her.
‘Oh yeah, right.’ Her limbs felt awkward and clumsy in the presence of his obvious confidence. It was as if he knew what he’d done to her. As if he’d summed up her physical condition in just one look.
From nowhere, Sally remembered a line in a book she’d once read that had made her scoff: “it was as if he could see right into her soul”. At that moment it didn’t seem like the romantic clap-trap she’d taken it for. It felt hot and real, and the black cups of her satin bra no longer felt big enough to contain their contents.
‘Would you like to try?’ He gestured to both Sally and the double bass in one go, by tilting the instrument in her direction.
‘Um …I …’ Sally’s throat seemed to have dried in upon itself, but her feet shuffled toward him anyway, her eyes glancing between the entrance to the staffroom and the door that led back into the main bar. ‘I should be getting the room ready for your gig; the others will be here very soon’
‘There’s plenty of time.’ Dismissing her task as unimportant, he grasped her wrist and smiled. Immediately Sally felt his pulse match her own, as he stood her so she was sandwiched between the double bass and his body. As his arms passed around her waist she inhaled his intoxicatingly musky odour, her head filled with sudden flashes of a love scene from the film Ghost. She really hated that film. A giggle escaped Sally’s lips.
Ignoring her nervous laughter, he said, ‘You need to place your fingers like this -’ He splayed his hand and rested it over her chest, making Sally take a sharp intake of breath.
Huskily she spoke. ‘You seem to have missed the double bass.’
‘Basics first, honey.’
Sally’s sense of humour and feelings of uncertainty escaped in a further strangled chuckle.
‘Are you ticklish?’ He moved his hands gently, fixing them upon her firmly, as if holding a set of strings.
‘No! Look, this is silly.’ Sally giggled as she wriggled away from him, aware of something dying inside her as she left his grasp. ‘All that is missing is the potter’s wheel!’
He scrutinized her carefully. ‘I wouldn’t have had you down as a chick-flick romance sort of girl.’
With her self-consciousness climbing to a whole new level, Sally scrubbed a stray red hair from her eyes, awarding him a mental point for understanding which film she was referring to without her having to launch into an explanation. ‘I have a housemate; she makes me watch crap movies.’
His eyes narrowed sceptically. ‘That would explain it.’ A giant right palm came forward, bringing Sally back to the matter in hand. ‘I’d like to teach you. Come on.’
‘Someone might see.’
‘Now why would that bother you, I wonder?’ He was mocking her, but despite the silence, Sally could still sense the music; and something in her yearned to hear it again. ‘I was only going to show you how to play.’
Sally swallowed. She couldn’t believe how badly she wanted this man. She didn’t even know his name. He was just an anonymous part of the jazz trio, the remaining members of which would surely be arriving soon.
More than a little aware of her damp knickers, Sally gave in to her reservations and allowed herself to be pulled back against him. The top of her head only reached as far as his neck, and he rested his chin comfortably on her shoulder. He whispered now, the breath of his words caressing her earlobe, ‘Close your eyes and feel.’
This time he squeezed her tightly between him and the double bass and, as if she wasn’t even there, began to play.
The shock of the notes as they rang through her body, throbbing between her pussy lips and igniting her breasts, dried her throat further, sending her imagination into overdrive. Bringing the instrument closer, the musician squashed her chest beneath his fast moving arms, making her very aware of the bulge that had developed in his trousers behind her lower back.
So engrossed was she in the sensations the man and his strings were creating, that at first Sally didn’t notice that his arm had moved, and was diving inside the thin black T-shirt that formed part of her waitress uniform. Without breaking his stride, the bass player popped her small breasts free from their satin holster and continued his fingering. This time though, her bare flesh and hard, taut nipples had replaced the strings directly, and every nerve in Sally’s body shot to her pussy.
Colours danced behind her eyelids, flashing blue and green before, with a firm thrust forward of his groin, and an increase in the speed of the flowing notes, blazing reds and oranges lit up the inside of her eyelids. The lust that the music had been quietly nurturing, combined with the deft touch of his large yet incredibly gentle fingers, abruptly centred itself on her snatch.
Forgetting where she was, and that they might be disturbed at any moment, Sally moved to meet the thrusts. Her arms, previously limp at her sides, reached around to his back, so she could clench the stranger’s arse. Pulling him nearer, Sally could feel the erection that was becoming more defined by the moment.
As soon as she grabbed him, his hands abandoned the bass entirely, wrapping themselves around her. Keeping up his tactile fingering, and as if Sally herself was the instrument, he carried on playing, her breasts, torso, and stomach replacing the fingerboard and strings. The only thing missing was the music, yet it was buzzing through her as, shifting his stance a little, he centred his entire musical prowess on her breasts, her nipples becoming the sole objects of his agile playing…
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If you want to find out what happened next, you can find The Best of Kay Jaybee in e-format and paperback from all good stockists, including-
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Happy reading,
Kay xx
PS- And yes- that is me on the cover- who’d have thought I’d ever be a cover girl
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