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,
