Knowing Her Place - Friends in Unexpected Places
Many thanks for letting me stop by to help celebrate the release of my latest novel Lily!! - It's always a pleasure to have you here, Kay and as I've just finished The Retreat I am eager to get my hot little hands on Knowing Her Place and find out what happens to Jess next!
Knowing Her Place is Miss Jess Sanders’ third story, and the final book of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy. Having survived her exercise and endurance based submissive training in Book 1 (The Perfect Submissive), and being held hostage in a warped real life fairytale adventure in Book 2 (The Retreat), Jess is about to face the most challenging of her adventures so far...
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.
In order for Jess to return home, not only must she successfully please all the people that Proctor has instructed her to meet, Jess must do so in such a way that will ensure he’ll remove the hated collar he secured around her neck before allowing the submissive to leave The Retreat.
Of course, there are ways that Jess could rid herself of the collar- but as Proctor loves to remind her, if Jess cheats her way out of his service, then part of her will always belong to him- and that would hardly please her real employer, the indomitable Mrs Peters.
As she travels, unsure if anyone but Proctor knows where she is, Jess can’t help but wonder if Mrs Peters has given up on her, until she suddenly find herself with an unexpected alley...
...Jess found herself falling in step with the unknown man as he marched her to the front of the goods train. She didn’t risk a glance at him as, cradling her arm casually, as if they were a couple, he opened the huge sliding door of the box carriage immediately behind the cab. He hoisted Jess inside, and slammed the door behind her.
Darkness surrounded her as she fell upon the dirty floor.
She thought fast.
This had to be part of Proctor’s plan. It was just the sort of scenario he’d arrange in an attempt to throw her. Therefore, she was not being kidnapped, but rather was being used as another favour by her temporary master. Jess hugged her bag to her chest like a security blanket as she tried to calm herself, wiping coal dust from her palms.
The bloke who’d been awaiting her clearly knew who she was.
Having become so attuned to needing regular physical and mental provocation, Jess already accepted that her body was about to be used once again. She was shocked to discover that she felt both resignation and relief at the idea. It was as if the knowledge she was about to be used as a submissive in the way she was at Fables made her feel more settled, and temporarily soothed away her uncertainty as she faced the prospect of whatever awaited her. It was the variation from Proctor’s list of tasks she’d been given that was making her heart beat faster and the hairs at the back of her neck prickle with anxiety.
She was sure the man would return. Jess mentally ticked off the seconds as she stared at the door, expecting it to reopen. When it did, light flooded the seatless carriage. Jess caught a brief glimpse of a pile of damp cardboard boxes opposite her, a filthy floor, and a set of brown eyes peering out from under a lowered peak cap. A tall thickset man, wearing dark clothes that would have allowed him to lurk unseen in any shadows, had it not been for the neon orange safety vest he wore, which, now the door had shut behind him, drew Jess’s eyes like a moth to a flame.
‘Miss Jess Sanders?’
His voice seemed even deeper in the enclosed space, and reverberated with the hum of the train’s engine as it got ready to depart.
Not knowing what else to say, Jess replied, ‘Yes, sir,’ before letting out a squeal of surprise. The train was moving. ‘This isn’t my train.’
Her companion laughed. ‘You assumed I would fuck you and let you out in time to catch the 5.47?’
‘I wonder what else you have assumed since you left The Retreat, and if any of those assumptions were correct.’
Jess said nothing as he moved closer, his footing secure even though the box carriage was shaking as the train accelerated, while her own feet skidded from side to side.
He went on, ‘I was informed that immediate sex would be essential for your wellbeing after a day of being turned on without getting a screw.’
Unable to see the man’s face properly, Jess knew it was pointless to deny it. She always needed sex. The fact she hadn’t left Harry’s flat with any additional sexual urgings was irrelevant. Just the suggestion in the man’s voice had increased the sheen of desire beneath her knickers.
He gave a low chuckle. ‘You aren’t denying it, Miss Sanders?’
‘No, sir. I would be foolish to. You have obviously been informed about my position in life.’
‘I have.’ He guided her to the stack of cardboard boxes. ‘I have been tasked with two jobs; both of which I am more than happy to fulfil.’
Lifting Jess up, he laid her back on the boxes, pushed her unresisting legs wide, and tugged up her skirt, pulling her knickers to one side. ‘We must make use of our journey, Miss Sanders; we have little time until this train stops at Manchester to take on a new driver.’
His tongue had come to her pussy before Jess had the chance to ask what his tasks were, or even what his name was. Seconds later, she felt the familiar knotting of a building climax grip her from the toes up. Groaning quietly, Jess held onto the mildewed boxes beneath her as hard as she could, so she didn’t slide away from the skilled lips above her.
Breathing sharply in rhythm with her, the stranger pulled back. He spoke fast as he yanked down his trousers, and rolled on a condom.
Guided only by the glow provided by his fluorescent jacket and practice, he pushed into Jess, his sounds of gratification echoed by hers.
In throaty whispers, the man spoke as he thrust. ‘Listen, Miss Sanders. This is important.’ He moved his hands from her shoulders to her chest, cupping each tit through her clothes, telling her without words how much he would have liked the time to investigate her body further. ‘I have come from Mrs Peters and Dr Ewen.’
Jess sat up despite herself. ‘What?’
He eased her back by pushing at her chest, his thick cock quivering inside her. ‘My name is Max.’ He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her, his teeth clashing against hers. Feeling Jess’s pulse race faster than ever beneath him, he temporarily halted his thrusts as he spoke. ‘Proctor must not know you have caught this train. As far as he’s concerned, you caught the 5.47 as planned. When you get to the station, you must wait until that train arrives before you leave to do whatever he’s asked of you.’
‘Right.’ Jess was dying to ask why, but she kept quiet, listening carefully so she didn’t miss a word of what Max had to tell her.
‘Mrs Peters wishes you to know that she is aware of your situation, and that you are not alone. She is convinced in your ability to do whatever is thrown at you. A fact that is essential, as she wishes me to remind you that you must be successful. If you fail in the tasks Proctor has set she’ll do her best to get you released from his collar, but she cannot guarantee that Proctor won’t blacken your name enough to make it difficult for her to help you return to Fables.’
Jess felt a bubble of hope settle inside her, and a renewed determination not to fail as the dick within her began to move again. No way would she be responsible for denting the reputation of the fifth floor at Fables. Just the knowledge that Mrs Peters was on her side made her more confident. If Mrs Peters believed she could do this, then she would prove her right...
Although each of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy novels can be read on their own, you’ll get far more out of Jess’s adventure if you follow it from the beginning. You can find all the buy links on Amazon, and at all good book and e-retailers.
The Perfect Submissive
Knowing Her Place
Thanks again Lily!
Kay Jaybee wrote The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing Her Place, Xcite, 2012-14), and the novels Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), and The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), (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 Christmas Kink, (KDP, 2013), 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 80 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.
Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
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