The New Room
is a novella length finale that follows on from the end of the best selling, The Perfect Submissive trilogy, by Kay
Jaybee.
Blurb:
Miss Jess Sanders, resident submissive of the Fables Hotels
adult entertainment floor, has been instructed to test out the new facility
that her manageress, Mrs Peters, has designed for the sexual pleasure of her
clients.
With a dungeon, Victorian study, medical bay, school room,
and the daunting White Room already available for their guests, Jess can’t
begin to imagine what lies behind the innocent looking door to the new room.
Under the supervision of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, and
with the assistance of her colleagues, Lee and Sam, as Jess steps into the new room,
she quickly discovers she is about to experience far more than she bargained
for...at freezing temperatures.
With the feeling that she’s acting in a play that everyone
knows the script to but her, the Fables perfect submissive is challenged to the
limit in Mrs Peters new room, and beyond...
Extract-
...With a shove of
her bound hands against the small of her back, Jess was bent forward so that
her feet remained flat upon the floor. Her belly and chest were laid across the
throne’s cushion, while her forehead rested uncomfortably on the wooden seat
next to it.
The
volume of the music increased, and Jess wondered if that meant it would soon
have to drown out a greater level of background noise.
As
Jess’ companion ordered her to close her eyes, a further wave of uncertainty
added to the submissive’s anxiety. She didn’t recognise the voice. It didn’t
belong to either Max or Lee. This was a stranger.
Even
with the cloak hanging over her back, Jess’ flesh felt an oddly clammy chill of
foreboding mingle with the cold. As her nipples buffed against the cording that
ran around the edge of the throne’s satin cushion, the sole thought hammering
in Jess’ head was, Who is this man?
The
Fables had no new male member of staff that Jess was aware of. Although it was
possible someone had been hired and no one had told her. Wishing she’d thought
to ask Mrs Peters if she had permission to speak during the training session,
but not wanting to risk her superior’s wrath by assuming she could, Jess
clamped her jaw against the need to ask the owner of the fingers that were
exploring the curve of her backside with growing confidence, who the hell he
was.
Her
neck was beginning to stiffen against the hard chair seat. Jess was just
wishing the pressure of the cushion against her chest wasn’t so arousing when
the anonymous palms abruptly stilled. All but for the thumbs – which continued
to work in small sweeping circles, the simple move pushing Jess’ sex addicted
body to silently plead for the man to flick up her cloak and thrust himself
into her from behind. Now!
The
sound of the door opening again made Jess’ breath catch in her throat as she
lay over the chairs. Who else had joined them? Jess’ unspoken question
was quickly answered, as the imperial voice of the Fables’ fifth floor
manageress addressed the man, who was now kneading Jess’ butt cheeks as if they
were mounds of dough.
‘I
trust Miss Sanders has been obedient for you, Mr Grant?’
‘Oh
yes, Mrs Peters.’ Mr Grant’s voice was husky and dripped as much with disbelief
as it did lust.
‘Has
the girl spoken, asked questions, or hesitated in her obedience to your
requests in anyway? Even fractionally? ’
‘Not
one word. Not so much as a pause. The girl is as well schooled as you told me
she was.’ The tone of Mr Grant’s voice told Jess that he hadn’t expected her to
be the submissive her boss had evidently boasted her to be.
‘I
only employ the best, Mr Grant.’ Even though she couldn’t see her, the
satisfaction in Mrs Peters’ voice warmed Jess a little against the cold. ‘I
have to say I’m impressed with what you’ve built for us. This is precisely the
grotto I had in mind. Would you like the tip for your services now, or would
you like to be a spectator for a while and take your reward for a job well done
afterwards?’
Mr
Grant’s gulp was clearly audible as his hands rested over Jess’ hips. Instinct
sent her butt up towards him.
Hoping
that Mrs Peters hadn’t noticed the unauthorised move, Jess squeezed her eyes
together tighter, willing her companion to take his reward now. She desperately
wanted his cock inside her.
‘As
much as I’d like to witness what you’ve planned, Mrs Peters, I have business
elsewhere.’ Mr Grant’s voice was getting huskier, and Jess could hear how close
he was to coming already. She doubted that he genuinely had other business. It
was more likely that he simply wasn’t able to wait to experience the pliability
of the submissive’s flesh. The edgy urgency in his voice was something Jess had
heard from many a male hotel guest over the past eighteen months.
Mrs
Peters nodded, ‘Then you may proceed...’
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Bio-
Kay Jaybee was nominated as the Best Erotica Writer of 2013
and 2014 by the ETO.
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 70 short stories published by Cleis Press,
Black Lace, Mammoth,
Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.
You can follow Kay on Twitter- kay_jaybee,
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