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.’
Blurb
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...
Bio-
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
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