Knowing
Her Place – It’s all in the Eyes
Hi
Dawn! Many thanks for letting me stop by on the third day of my blog tour
celebrating the release of Knowing Her
Place.
Knowing Her Place
is the third and final novel in The
Perfect Submissive Trilogy. Having survived her training as a submissive in
Book 1 (The Perfect Submissive), and escaped
from a warped fairytale adventure in Book 2 (The Retreat), Miss Jess Sanders is about to face a far tougher
adventure...
Blurb-
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.
On her journey through Scotland and England,
Jess Sanders is faced with five different, extremely kinky, challenges in five
different locations. At her first stop, an office block in Northumberland, Jess
meets a man called Shaun with a very unusual obsession - eyes.
Shaun, the company’s extremely hot security
guard, really does believe that the eyes are the doorway to the soul- and he has
been waiting a very long time for a girl to help test that theory...
...she perched on a grey
metal chair opposite the table, upon which the webcam was in full operation.
Jess’s back and thighs were sticky against the smooth surface. Her hands were
cupping her breasts as per Shaun’s instructions, and her legs were clasped
firmly together.
‘You look delightful,
Miss Sanders.’
Jess didn’t reply. She
couldn’t. An accidental moan of pleasure as Shaun’s fingers had brushed her
nipples through her bra when he’d stripped off her jacket, jumper, and blouse,
had given him the excuse she knew he’d been hoping for to gag her. A scrap of
grey material was wrapped tightly around her head and between her lips. The
sound of Jess breathing through her nose rippled across its taut surface.
Picking his hat off the
table, Shaun plonked it on Jess’s head. ‘Pretty as a picture.’ He crouched in
front of her so that his back view was also visible in the recording.
Jess knew the camera was
recording, but wasn’t sure if it was transmitting to David live, or if the film
would be completed and sent later – and perhaps doctored if Shaun so
desired.
‘Do you understand what
is going to happen?’
Jess nodded. Her hands
felt clammy as her nipples pushed back against her palms with an eagerness for
attention that was equal to the nervous speculation swimming in her belly. She
wished he hadn’t told her what was coming. Wished she hadn’t already seen the
line of phalluses she was going to face. But Jess knew that was the point. That
he had shown her them, and told her in infinite detail how he was doing to ease
each one in turn into her; how he was going to take his time to stretch her
most intimate passage to its fullest, so she’d freak out.
He’d told Jess he was
sure this would be no problem for her, as in the course of her employment she
must have accommodated a number of different-sized men and objects. He
described how, while he worked, he wanted to watch her eyes, wanted to see the
expressions they produced. He believed the eyes actually were the pathway to
the soul, and they alone would tell him how well she was coping.
As Shaun had spelled out
his intentions, a sense of alarm had risen in her gut. Jess was used to strange
requests being made of her supple body. Thanks to the intense training she’d
undergone at the hands of Miss Sarah, she was secure in the bounds of her
extreme stamina, but this man worried her. He was so relaxed; so physically
unmoved by her situation. There was no obvious bulge in his uniform trousers,
no discernible quickening of his pulse, no flush of red to his face or chest.
He merely appraised her with a comfortable, analytical ruthlessness, as if he
was a research scientist on a strict deadline.
The last thing Shaun had
told Jess before she’d been made to sit in the chair was how he was going to
perform his every move in time to the music that now filled the room. Although
it was definitely on, the volume was at that frustrating level of quiet you
couldn’t ignore. You could more feel the sound than hear it clearly. Its muted
melody resounded through Jess, its beat copying that of her pulse.
Knowing next to nothing
about classical music, when Shaun had asked for her musical preference, Jess
had answered, ‘Wagner.’ It had been a shot in the dark, and now she suspected
she’d chosen unwisely. The force of the low operatic stanzas echoed in her
ribs, telling her with frightening clarity that the speed at which Shaun would act
would be more erratic and thrusting than if she’d picked Beethoven’s less
dramatic lilt.
‘How do your tits feel?’
Shaun’s voice was raw
with an expectation that his body wasn’t showing.
Jess stared straight at
him, trying to communicate with her eyes as he’d demanded, not sure how she
could control the responses of her pupils.
‘You’ll have to try
harder than that.’ Shaun placed his hands over hers and pushed, sending a
mixture of pleasure and anguish through her chest that caused Jess’s eyes to
flash back at him. ‘That’s better.’
Taking his hands away,
his gaze unblinking and steady on Jess’s face, Shaun said, ‘Interesting. Your
body positively gasped with loss when my hands came away. It appears David has
not been misleading me. You really do respond better when pain is applied
alongside the fun, don’t you?’
The groan building in
her throat escaped through her nose in a strangled snort. She braced herself
for a slap of correction, but it didn’t come. Shaun didn’t seem interested in
anything other than the responses of her eyes. The muscles of Jess’s channel
contracted. She knew full well her eyes would betray her if her body began to
struggle with the task ahead, and there was nothing she could do about it...
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 have followed it from the
beginning.
You can find all the buy links on Amazon, and at all good book and e-book retailers.
You can find all the buy links on Amazon, and at all good book and e-book retailers.
The
Perfect Submissive
The
Retreat
Knowing
Her Place
Thanks again for letting me come over and play today!
Happy reading,
Kay xx
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
You can follow Kay on -
Twitter- https://twitter.com/kay_jaybee
Facebook -http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor
Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/
Kay also writes contemporary
romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk
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Many thanks for letting be pop by today Dawn xx
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