Many thanks for letting me stop by on the third day of my blog tour celebrating the release of my brand new novel, Knowing Her Place.
The third and final part of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, Knowing Her Place, takes the newly trained submissive, Miss Jess Sanders, on the most demanding of her adventures so far…
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.
In both the first and second books of the trilogy (The Perfect Submissive and The Retreat), the highly kinky BDSM styled tasks that have confronted Jess all took place in one location- within the Fables Hotel in Book 1, and at The Retreat, a Scottish adult entertainment resort, in Book 2. In Knowing Her Place however, Jess finds herself sent on a journey that takes her to five very different locations across the country, to pay off some debts for David Proctor- a man who wants to take her away from her current mistress. Mrs Peters, and keep her for himself.
Only if Jess succeeds in satisfying every person she encounters on her travels, will she have any chance of being allowed to return to her friends and colleagues at the Fables hotel, and have the hated collar Proctor has placed around her neck removed. The first location on Jess’s list of places to visit, an office block in Berwick, contains a man who is very different from the person she’d imagined him to be…
…‘I hadn’t expected the collar.’
Jess jumped as a gravelly male voice echoed through the open space. She twisted her head from side to side, but couldn’t see anyone. The sound could have come from the left, but the reception’s acoustics were disorientating.
‘Hello?’ Jess felt a patina of perspiration bloom up the back of her neck.
The voice rebounded around the room for a second time. ‘Tell me why you’re wearing it.’
Swallowing carefully, Jess clenched her knees and addressed the empty air.
‘Mr David Proctor placed it there. He is punishing me for something I didn’t do, and I don’t understand. He says he’ll take it off if I perform well for you and four other people on a list he’s given me.’
‘You don’t sound convinced he’ll keep his word.’
Cautiously, Jess said, ‘I have a mistress of my own. I can’t see her being pleased that Proctor has put his mark on me, especially as he has a submissive of his own, who actually wants this collar.’
The man gave a derisive snort. ‘That sounds like Proctor all right. Always a scheme. Always a back-up plan for security. He never does anyone a favour unless it benefits him in some way.’
Jess frowned. This unseen man seemed to be airing his thoughts rather than talking to her. And she could not see how her being here could benefit Proctor. He wasn’t even there to check up on her, and even if she did whatever the people she was to meet wanted, there was nothing to make them tell him the truth when he enquired about her performance. They could easily lie, and keep her shackled in Proctor’s service, rather than secure her release.
As if reading her mind, the man said, ‘If Proctor has offered you the chance to escape, it will be because he has no choice in the matter. But while he’s about it, I have no doubt he’ll get you to pay off every debt he can.’
No choice? Jess supposed he meant Proctor didn’t want to incur the wrath of Mrs Peters more than he must have done already. Miss Sarah must be back at Fables by now – if that was where she had really been sent. Mrs Peters would be furious. At least, Jess hoped she was furious. But to pay off Proctor’s debts? That idea was both unappealing and rang horribly true.
‘Please, sir, may I ask; what debt does David owe you?’
‘You may ask, but I don’t think I’ll answer. David may not want you to know, and he is not a man I intend to annoy. I might not be chairman of the board, but I like my work, and Mr Proctor has always had cause to trust my digression. I do not intend to jeopardise that trust.’
Footsteps rang across the floor, making Jess think her unseen companion must be wearing steel-capped boots; safety shoes, perhaps? This didn’t ring true with the image that had been forming in her head of a smart-suited businessman, slightly overweight and advancing in years. A financier, maybe, who’d helped David escape from some economically uncomfortable issue, and now expected payback.
The force of the man’s smile reached Jess before the shock of his mouth-wateringly fit physique, and his evidently menial position within the company, had computed within her brain.
Striding across the reception as if he owned it, he held up his hand to indicate that Jess should remain seated, his eyes laughing at her surprised expression.
‘You were expecting a businessman, not a humble security guard.’
He didn’t sound at all humble. He did, however, look incredibly handsome. Standing in his black and grey uniform, with his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showing the hint of a tattoo on each biceps, his rang with confidence. His military-styled, cropped hair was free from the peaked hat that he held in his right hand, and his eyes shone a brilliant shade of caramel.
In three more steps, he stood behind the chair in which Jess sat, and his calloused workman’s hands began to stroke her hair. ‘David knows me well. I’ve always had a thing about redheads.’
Jess said nothing. Her chest felt tight. Her pussy was damp with anticipation. She had no idea what was expected of her here, but knew it would have everything to do with the fact she was a submissive, and nothing to do with her personal feelings.
Swivelling the chair so that Jess was looking him directly in the chest, the security guard cupped her chin gently but firmly, and tilted her face upward. There was a prolonged minute of quiet as he studied her face closely. His eyes took in every centimetre of her cheekbones, every line, every blemish, until his scrutiny settled on Jess’s sea-green eyes, and stayed there.
‘And your name is?’
Jess blinked. Proctor hadn’t even told this man her name. Had he told him anything about her at all? ‘Jess Sanders, sir.’
‘Thank you for the “sir”, Jess, but you can call me Shaun.’
‘Thank you, Shaun.’ As she spoke, Jess became increasingly conscious of the feel of the man’s cool fingers. The lightness of touch was a surprise from such big hands, and each time he stroked a section of her hair, a trickle of electricity worked its way from her scalp to her belly. ‘May I ask another question?’
‘As long as it isn’t about the favour I did for David, then you can.’
‘Has David told you where I am from and, more importantly, where I am going next?’
The digits of Shaun’s right hand were joined by those of his left, as he placed his cap on the desk, and began to massage Jess’s head as if she was having an expensive beauty treatment.
A sigh escaped her lips.
‘Very. Thank you.’
Shock shot through her frame, and immediately her body tensed. What the hell was she doing? She knew how dangerous it would be to relax and allow herself to feel comfortable at any stage in Proctor’s series of tasks, let alone before she knew what this particular challenge was to be.
‘And yet your shoulders have just knotted, and you are preventing yourself from letting go?’
Jess didn’t know how to respond. She felt more out of her depth than if she’d been tied to the desk and beaten with the bunch of flowers so tastefully arranged in the vase to her left-hand side.
‘I am not Proctor. Nor am I Mrs Peters. Yes, I have been informed of your past, and I know where you are to visit next – although not your destination after that. I do not expect you to say “please, sir”, or beg, or hold back from answering questions.’
Jess had been prepared for hell, and what she was getting was a head massage and the information that she was this man’s equal. The situation didn’t ring true. She couldn’t imagine for a minute David would send her somewhere that wouldn’t test her to the limit.
Taking his fingers slowly from her teased-out hair, Shaun held out a hand. ‘Come with me please, Miss Jess Sanders, we have little time, and looking at you, I can see how foolish I would be to waste it.’
Jess stood. She tried not to feel unsettled by his flattery as she reached down for her holdall.
‘Here, let me do that for you.’
Having passed Shaun her meagre belongings, Jess followed where he led. The palm wrapped around her hand was more comforting than she was used to. She realised with a jolt that the simple act of him holding her hand was freaking her out further.
She knew her self-control drew its strength from her apprehension, from wondering if she’d be able to take what was being dished out to her if it was done with consideration; but it was still disconcerting. What the hell’s happened to me since I joined Fables, she wondered. Why can’t I just enjoy something as normal as holding hands with a person who is about to fuck me?
Jess’s pointless self-analysis got no further as they entered a storeroom, and the familiar frisson of fear, accompanied by a sense of relief she didn’t want to think about, hit her just as Shaun dropped her hand like a stone.
Everything about the security guard altered in an instant. As he threw her holdall roughly into a corner, Jess felt as if she was looking at a different person – a mirror image, a dangerous reflection of the man she’d been with on the other side of the threshold.
‘You didn’t honestly think David would send you to someone without an unusual fantasy to fulfil, did you?’
The kindness in Shaun’s eyes had been replaced by something flint-like. Jess was reminded of some gangster film she’d seen years ago, where the bad guys had been so lovely, so caring – right up until the moment they decided to blow your head off with a sawn-off shotgun.
She could easily imagine this man as a gangster. He was fit; he walked with a swagger, oozing charm and confidence. He was almost a walking cliché. Why hadn’t she seen it before? She’d been so relieved not to be faced with an obese, sweaty accountant that she hadn’t seen what was right before her. Too much charm. Too much “nice”…
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 follow them from the beginning. You can buy all the novels from Amazon, and all good book and e-book retailers.
The Perfect Submissive
Knowing Her Place
It’s been lovely visiting today!!
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
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Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/
Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk