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.
Synopsis
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...
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Excerpt
...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...’
Meet
the Author
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.
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