Many thanks for letting me visit your site today Lily, to share a taster from ‘The Fifth Floor’, the revamped and re-edited first novel from ‘The Perfect Submissive Trilogy.’
Hidden behind the respectable façade of the Fables Hotel in Oxfordshire, five specially adapted rooms await visitors to the fifth floor. Here, Mrs Peters is mistress of an adult entertainment facility pandering to the kinky requirements of its guests. When she meets Jess Sanders, she recognises the young woman’s potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education.
Under the tutelage of dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with an erotically demanding training schedule and a truly sexy exercise regime. But will she come to terms with her new career?
Meanwhile, Mrs Peters is temporarily distracted from her intimidating rule over Fable’s fifth floor by artist, Sam Wheeler – who she believes can help her in her mission to transform Jess into the perfect submissive…
The Fifth Floor (previously available as The Perfect Submissive), tells the story of Miss Jess Sanders, as she comes to terms with the fact that her manageress, Mrs Laura Peters, believes she has the potential to become a submissive on the exclusive adult entertainment floor of the Fables Hotel. It isn’t just new girl Jess who has caught Mrs Peters professional eye however. Visiting artist, Mr Samuel Wheeler, has attracted her attention as well- and not just her professional gaze, but her personal one as well...
Sam was stood at the hotel bar, almost exactly where Laura had been the night before. Although he was looking in the opposite direction, sipping from a tumbler of faintly orange liquid, Laura was sure he knew she’d entered the room.
‘Are you going to finish that drink, or shall we just go to bed?’
Taken aback by her directness, Sam’s eyes narrowed as he placed his barely touched drink on a nearby table and followed the manageress out of the bar, offering to carry the large canvas bag she held, saying, ‘My suite I think.’
Laura raised a questioning eyebrow, but deciding it might be interesting to give him the illusion of being in control, even if only for a moment, she took a step back so Sam could lead the way to the lift.
As they walked, Sam shifted the bag from one hand to the other, ‘What the hell have you got in here, it weighs a ton?’
Laura merely shrugged; he’d find out soon enough.
The second they entered the lift, Laura produced a small silver key from the palm of her hand, and punched the button that would take them to the fifth floor. As the lift began to slow towards their destination she inserted the key into the elevator’s override facility and brought it to a juddering halt.
‘What are you doing?’ Her guest remained outwardly calm, but Laura wondered how the artist felt inside as she fixed him with a stern expression.
Despite the fact that he was the most attractive man she’d seen in months, and her own pulse was thudding rather more than she would have cared to admit, her voice remained professionally abrupt, ‘Change of plan. My place instead, I think.’ She tilted her head to one side, appraising him as she spoke, ‘I suggest you do exactly what I tell you.’
Laura could almost hear the increase in Sam’s heart rate. She allowed the merest hint of a grin to waver briefly at the corner of her burgundy lips. Confident that he was too far down the road of stimulation to walk out now, and that he wouldn’t leave even if he could, she calmly ordered him to remove all his clothes.
‘But we’re in a lift.’
Sam had merely tilted his head to one side as he’d spoken, but Laura knew from experience that her actions were beginning to unsettle him, however composed he managed to appear. Sounding like a headmistress whose patience was about to wear very thin, Laura repeated her request, ‘I asked you to remove your clothes. I think you should, don’t you?’
With his brown eyes clouding a little, his ever hardening erection took control of his brain, and Sam disposed of his clothes.
Not giving him the chance to think, Laura swiftly produced a pair of heavy-duty cuffs from her holdall, and secured a now openly stunned Sam’s wrists behind his back. Her fingers danced briefly over the small Celtic cross tattoo on his right arm; grinning slyly at him, a plaything to her whims, his dick revealing how turned on he was, while his face showed nothing but lustful confusion.
Attired in a simple but stunning blue dress, done up at the front with nine small white buttons, Laura could feel her generous breasts pushing up inside the material, putting undue pressure on the top two fastenings.
Sam hovered apprehensively as the manageress began to rummage in her bag again. He thought back to the small business card she’d got the barman to pass on to him the night before. He’d assumed it was just one of those silly cards you could have made up in motorway service stations. Now the words, Laura Peters; Mistress of the Fifth Floor; All needs catered for ... had a darker meaning. Sam’s eyes followed her hidden hand, his lips parting in surprise as she pulled out another set of cuffs, this time with about 30 cms of linked chain connecting them. Wordlessly, she locked them around his unresisting ankles, impressed at his ability to remain silent while she made him look like an American criminal ready to shuffle dejectedly to gaol.
As Laura walked around her prisoner, she observed the thick swaying cock that just yearned to be touched, to be enveloped between her thick red lips. Snapping her eyes back to Sam’s face, she smiled; he was like a captured hawk, hovering edgily to see what would happen next. The hunter had become the hunted.
‘You have a hell of a hard-on there, Mr Wheeler.’ Mrs Peters spoke levelly, as if she was doing no more than commenting on the state of the weather, ‘It’ll have to be maintained carefully or you’ll spurt your load before I’m ready. OK?’
It was a question, of sorts, but Sam knew it wasn’t a question that she would accept a negative response to, so he agreed. He shivered as Laura produced a black cock case. Her fingers trailed lazily around his testicles before encasing his length within the leather harness.
When he was finally restrained to her liking, Laura stood directly in front of him, her gaze piercing. ‘Do you see these buttons, Sam?’ She ran a manicured finger down her dress, and he nodded fervently. ‘I will undo one each time I decide you deserve it. Yes?’
‘Yes.’ He nodded again, without really understanding what he was agreeing to, inwardly wincing at his uncharacteristically pitiable urge to do everything she asked.
‘First though, I think we need a little more room to manoeuvre. Twisting the key back into position so that the lift was once again operational Laura scooped up Sam’s clothes and stuffed them into her bag. Then, taking the chain that linked his handcuffs, she dragged him towards the opening doors...
Both confused and fascinated by Mrs Laura Peters, Sam finds himself obsessed by her- by the idea of her- her calm exterior- and by her unwavering self control. But is Sam dissatisfied enough with this work as an artist and graphic designer to embrace a new life on the Fables Hotel’s fifth floor? Samuel Wheeler has A LOT of thinking to do...
Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO
Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.
Kay Jaybee has over 200 erotica publications including, The Fifth Floor - Book 1 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (KJ Press, 2017) , The Collector (KDP, 2016), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress, 2013).
The Retreat (Book 2 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy), Knowing Her Place (Book 3 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy), and The New Room (a novella length addition to the Fables Hotel story) will be re-released in 2018.
Details of all Kay’s short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
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Kay also writes contemporary romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane www.jennykane.co.uk and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash www.jenniferash.co.uk