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OUT NOW!! BRIT BABES DO BILLIONAIRES: SEXY JUST GOT RICH

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February 10  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

 

Don’t miss the Brit Babes hot new anthology with stories from…

Lexie Bay, Victoria Blisse, Natalie Dae, Harlem Dae, Lucy Felthouse, K D Grace, Lily Harlem, Tabitha Rayne and me!!

Billionaires have it all but that doesn’t mean they don’t have to work hard to get what their hearts desire. In this anthology of erotic BDSM stories the Brit Babes offer heroes and heroines who aren’t shy about taking what they want. From farmyards to luxury penthouses, wealth is all about sating needs, connecting souls and taking pleasure to new highs. Whether you’re looking for a coffee break read or something longer to curl up in bed with, you’ll find something to suit your needs in Sexy Just Got Rich.

Don’t miss this fabulous YouTube Trailer (thanks Tabitha Rayne!)

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JUST CHECK OUT THESE STORIES…

Tabitha Rayne—Champagne and Tits

Jim is convinced he can make his rich partner’s nipples more sensitive and tries out his new ideas.

Lexie Bay—Sophie’s Secret

As one of the most eligible young women in London, Sophie Barnes-Lovett has worked hard and played hard to get to the top, but her glittering lifestyle brings problems too. She might be ruthless in the boardroom but all she wants is to find a man who can show her he’s in control in the bedroom.

When her beloved Head of Security is injured in a botched robbery attempt, she needs a temporary fix and when a friend recommends Annabelle Kinsella, Sophie agrees to meet her. At first she finds Annabelle bossy, overbearing and a little intimidating, as she takes control of every aspect of Sophie’s life, while Annabelle thinks Sophie is an over privileged airhead who doesn’t take her security seriously.

So when Annabelle discovers Sophie’s secret playroom on a routine security check, it comes as a surprise to both of them to find that they might have more in common than they first thought.

Kay Jaybee—The Chase

Mia has been offered the chance to escape homelessness and work for multi-millionaire, Cameron Chesterfield. All she has to do is to be the quarry in the chase. The prize for taking part in this annual event is a life of security. The price for taking part is enduring being caught by two of Cameron’s business colleagues- a man and woman who have paid handsomely for the privilege of pursuing Mia through the grounds of his estate.

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Victoria Blisse —Wallflower

Hot, suave Leo Crabtree offers to be Penny’s Master, will this classic wallflower take up his offer and discover the dark side of her desires?

Kay Jaybee—Words of the Marquis

After a lifetime obsession with the Marquis de Sade, the new owner of two fragments of his manuscripts prepares to lose herself to her master’s words… “It is always by way of pain that one arrives at pleasure.”

Natalie Dae—Come Find Me

Kat Simmons takes a holiday to explore her feelings for her sex-on-legs co-worker, Dan. She’s had the hots for him for the past two years but isn’t sure if he feels the same way. She misses him and knows she needs to return home to tell him how she feels. That she hungers for him, has sexy dreams about him, and wants him in her bed.

When a room service man brings her a note, Kat follows the directions to a mountain cabin. Dan is here—and he wants her naked and in his arms. She finds a lover that unleashes the wanton woman inside her, and together they explore their shared desire for BDSM. A dungeon provides them with the ideal place to act out their fantasies—and Kat realises that sex can be hotter than she ever imagined with a little spanking added to the mix.

Tabitha Rayne—White Rabbit—The Switch

A billionaire dominatrix meets her match when the White Rabbit comes to play.

Lucy Felthouse—The Next Big Thing

Catriona’s life seems to be spiralling out of control. One minute she’s a successful investment banker with a flat by the Thames and a healthy bank balance, the next she’s a world-famous author. Well, sort of famous. She’s written a femdom novel under a pen name, so nobody actually knows it was her. Her publisher has gone marketing crazy, lauding her book “The Next Big Thing” and comparing it to Fifty Shades of Grey—much to Catriona’s bewilderment.

On launch day, curiosity gets the better of her and she goes into a busy London bookstore to queue up for her copy—despite the box of paperbacks she’s already stuffed into the bottom of her wardrobe. There she meets Elijah, a total hottie who’s also there to snag a copy of “The Next Big Thing.” When he admits he’s interested in female domination, Catriona’s intrigued. A chance meeting leads to a whole lot more between the pair, giving Catriona the opportunity to experience the things she’s previously only fantasised about.

Kay Jaybee—Great Expectations

Suddenly, thanks to one book billionaires everywhere are expected to be masters of BDSM! As if running a successful business wasn’t enough…

K D Grace—Buying the Farm

Cassie Fielding is at her wits end trying to save the family farm from bankruptcy after her father’s illness. But when Cassie returns from university, she finds that, in spite of their financial situation, her father has hired the mysterious, Simon Dennis to help run the place. As Cassie and the new hired hand experience an unprecedented heat wave of lust, Cassie comes to suspects that her father and Simon may be in cahoots with their own plan to save the farm, and the whole scheme depends on her.

Tabitha Rayne—You Said

A couple retreat to their beach house hoping to heal more than the space that’s grown between them.

Lily Harlem—In Safe Hands

Manhattan maid Marie loves to clean one apartment in particular because her time there always includes getting dirty with the sexy resident—Taylor Ward. Handsome, rich and successful Taylor has slipped his way into her heart with as much skill as he slipped into her panties. But she’s not complaining because they share the same kinks, the same dark desires, but can they share their lives? And what will happen when business has to take him away from her? (Spin-off story from the novel In Expert Hands)

Harlem Dae—Confetti and Collars

In the world of BDSM getting married doesn’t always require a white dress and a ring.

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Happy reading from all of the Brit Babes!!
Kay xx
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The Perfect Submissive Trilogy – The Box Set!

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February 4  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I’m delighted to announce that

The Perfect Submissive Trilogy

is now out as a Box Set!!

 

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Available NOW on Kindle- you can buy The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat and Knowing Her Place- all in one go!

“Readers, hold on… it’s a crazy ride. If you like your erotica dark and dirty, then this is the book for you.” –The Romance Reviews

Blurb- Hidden behind the Fables Hotel’s respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its guests. When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotel’s exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she instantly 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 the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with her unexpected training schedule, the increasingly erotic chill she experiences each time she survives a new level of correction, and a truly sexy exercise routine. Temporarily distracted from her intimidating rule over Fable’s top floor by enigmatic artist, Sam Wheeler, Mrs Peters plans how she can secure his obedient assistance, in moulding Jess into the perfect submissive…

No sooner had Jess Sanders accepted and embraced her role as submissive however, that Mrs Peters, informs her, and Miss Sarah, that they have been loaned to The Retreat, hidden away in the remote glens of Scotland. Suddenly, Jess finds herself caught in an erotically mind- bending, fairytale experience at the hands of the cruel David Proctor, and his staff.

Desperate to leave The Retreat, and return to her submissive position at Fables Hotel, Jess finds herself trapped and collared by Proctor, who wants to keep her for himself. Wearing a collar of obedience to  master she despise, Jess is informed by Proctor, that if she wants to see Mrs Peters, Miss Sarah, and the Fables hotel again, and have the hated collar removed, she will have to go on a very specialised quest.

With a list of five unknown addresses in her hand, the submissive is placed in a car and driven from The Retreat towards England.

With no idea what or who awaits her at each stop, all Miss Jess Sanders can hope for is that her journey will eventually take her back to the Fables Hotel, where she truly knows her place…

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This box set has come out in readiness for the release of The New Room on 6th March- which takes Miss Jess Sanders on her very last  adventure…

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Praise for The Perfect Submissive Trilogy…

“Makes 50 Shades look like waste paper”

“The action is non-stop, hard-hitting, dark, sexy and intriguing.”

“If you like your erotica overflowing with kink, fetish with dark and satisfying sprinkles which leave you squirming in your seat then you won’t be disappointed!”

“Wow, this is one hell of a book. If BDSM is what you’re looking for then this is definitely the book for you.”

“Amazing- think 50 Shades without the boring bits and dull backstory.”

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Happy reading folks,

Kay xxx

 

 

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Guest Post from Primula Bond: To write a new erotic novel, or not?

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February 4  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Today I am joined by the lovely and much respected, Primula Bond, who is asking a question I have asked myself on many occasions…

To write a new erotic novel, or not

When I finished my Unbreakable Trilogy last May and waved Gustav and Serena off into the sunset, I felt hollowed out for a while. Vacant. I spent several days, even weeks, staring out of windows or trying to locate my reflection in the bath taps with nary a creative thought in my head.

Keeping the momentum going to create and sustain three novels over a period of just over a year is hard going, although I know that successful Mills & Boon writers, for example, can and do produce four novels a year. Having lunch with a friend who is one of their most prolific authors, I mentioned how burned out I’d felt after throwing myself heart and soul into the turbulent love life of my hot lovers. When I asked if she didn’t she feel the same way, especially with the pressure not only to produce a fresh new romance every quarter but with stern editrices tapping their watches as the deadline approaches, she wagged her finger at me.

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‘Not at all,’ she said, switching her disapproval to the waitress and asking for her glass of water to be changed because she wanted it warmer and with lemon, not ice (A diva? Elle?). ‘Because I love it.’

And of course that’s what it boils down to. Although she does in fact make a handsome living out of her romantic novels unlike most of us, for whom writing can at best be described as a hobby that pays, the reason we all sit down again and again to face a blank page or blank screen, is simple. It’s because we love it.

Not only that, but if you’ve had a modicum of success, and readers other than family and friends (who should never, by the way, be asked to offer a critique because it’s not fair to expect an honest unbiased opinion from your nearest and dearest only for them to endure your sulking and estrangement when it’s not to your liking) enjoy your stories and love your characters and are asking for more, then your writing has moved up a notch from being a mere hobby. It’s become public property, and you owe it to your fans to deliver. To give them something new. Of course you have every right to abandon it and focus solely on the school run and the daily commute, but after a while the urge to sit down in front of that damned blank screen becomes an itch that just has to be scratched.

Calling writing a vocation is a bit up yourself, but surely if you are giving pleasure to people then even if you can’t give up the day job just yet, it’s a talent that you should nurture and share. Because the harsh truth, folks, is that if you don’t, someone else will. Plenty more to fill those shag-me stilettos of yours.

I went away from that luncheon a little humbled. Between you and me, I had already started a novel in a totally different genre. It was sexy and passionate, yes, but it wasn’t erotica per se and it involved at least two deliberate deaths. Gustav and Serena had been put to bed and no-one else from the trilogy appeared to be stepping into the breach.

And yet. And yet. My characters hadn’t really gone away. They were just waiting in the wings. Gustav and Serena had been through their mill, and without spoiling it for anyone who hasn’t yet read Book 3, The Diamond Ring, I won’t reveal what happens to them or their nemesis, Margot.

But I hadn’t created a living, breathing world, spanning continents and oceans, just to let all my lovingly crafted characters vanish into thin air.

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As I wrote my thriller, other characters from the Unbreakable Trilogy started popping their heads round the corner when I least expected it. Fans on Facebook and Twitter were already asking me when I was going to write a sequel, or even a prequel.

One idea was to explore why Serena was abandoned as a baby. That’s still germinating. Another much funnier idea was to follow the fortunes of the strict, enigmatic housekeeper Crystal and the ex Army, monosyllabic chauffeur/chef Dickson. That scenario is also germinating.

But the person who wouldn’t go away, who pushed the others aside to claim my attention was Gustav’s dark dangerous brother Pierre. He creates havoc in the trilogy, goaded by Margot and his own damaged jealousy, especially in The Golden Locket. He tries to seduce and steal Serena then spends much of The Diamond Ring trying to prove that he’s a decent guy underneath all the bluster and deceit.

As soon as he’s in danger of showing his softer side then he gets his come-uppance at the hands of Margot, and is crushed both emotionally and physically.

Which is the point where I wanted to pick him up. I envisaged where he was at the end of the trilogy, and what was going on inside his mind. Has he really changed for the better as he claimed to everyone, or is he still as twisted and destructive as ever? Do leopards change their spots? What effects have his physical injuries had on his personality? How will he react to Serena and Gustav living happily ever after? And whose is the new face who will step into the picture to save him through the power of love – and sex?

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As soon as these questions started pouring into my head I kept seeing Pierre out of the ecorner of my eye, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, head tilted, challenging me to come back to him. So the thriller, half written, got shelved for a while.

I took a break from writing when Ted and I took our sons to Paris just before New Year. We stayed in the Marais area , missing the Charlie Hebdo shootings by a few days, and amongst other sights we visited the area south of Montmartre where I imagined Gustav and Pierre had lived as kids – and lost their parents in that fire.

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On the Eurostar coming home I opened the notebook I carry everywhere (we have a rule that apart from phones we don’t take devices on holiday so that we can actually communicate with each other for a change). I thought about Pierre, where he was at the point when The Diamond Ring ended, how he was feeling, what he looked like. As the miles unfurled between Paris and London Pierre stepped closer, red in tooth and claw. He was as clear as day to me, right down to the injuries, the scarring, the after-effects of his accident. Right down to what he was thinking when he couldn’t sleep at 5am on the morning of Gustav and Serena’s wedding.

So I decided to pick up the story on the exact day when The Diamond Ring ends, but this time seeing the action partly through Pierre’s point of view, and partly through a new heroine’s eyes.

So as St Pancras, and 2015 approached, I wrote the first line of my new erotic novel.

© Primula Bond 2015

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Bio

Primula Bond has been writing erotic fiction for over 20 years. She has published numerous short stories and novels for Virgin’s Black Lace and Xcite Books and more recently introduced her hot lovers Gustav and Serena to the world in her Sunday Times bestselling Unbreakable Trilogy published by Avon.. She has also run workshops and provides critiques and editorial advice for aspiring erotic and romantic writers for the website Writers’ Workshop.

If you’d like to buy The Unbreakable Trilogy, follow this link- amzn.to/1psGxaT

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Many thanks Primula! Fantastic post.

Happy reading everyone,

Kay x

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Guest Post from Renee Rose: Some Like it Rough

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February 3  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I’m delighted to welcome Renee Rose back to my site today, as part of her Mob Mistress blog tour!

Over to you Renee… 

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Kay, thank you so much for letting me visit your blog today!

When I first started writing erotica, one of my clients mentioned maybe she needed to read my books to figure out what would turn her on. The woman is sixty-five! It was odd for me to hear, since I’ve known since preschool that I was wired to get off on spanking and submission. But I think her case is probably more common than mine. I remember right after Fifty Shades came out, a great number of spanking bloggers appeared who had never before considered spanking, never knew it wound their crank until they’d been exposed to it through the kink book that went mainstream.

In Mob Mistress, Lexi never knew she liked it rough, but Bobby Manghini, her dominant lover has opened her eyes to a whole new world. Here’s a scene where he shows her she can get off in the missionary position…

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Lexi lay back, making encouraging noises, but not really getting anywhere.

“Do you ever come when someone licks your pussy, Lexi?”

She shook her head. “No…I mean, it’s great! It feels good, but…”

He remembered their first night, at Plush, when she seemed doubtful he could get her off. He crawled over her. “How about missionary style? Do you ever orgasm in that position?”

Again she shook her head, then shrugged. “I never have, but maybe with you.”

He grinned, honored by her confidence in his abilities. “All right, I’ll take that challenge.”

He crawled off the bed and opened a dresser drawer, pulling out one of her bras.

“What are you doing?” she giggled.

He slid the arm loop of her bra over one of the posts of the bed, then grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head, knotting the bra around them.

“Ooh,” she squealed. “I’m not sure it counts as missionary if my hands are bound.”

Hoisting her legs into the air, he held her ankles with one hand and gave her ass a hard slap.

“Ack!” she cried in surprise, squirming against the grip.

“Who is in charge?”

“You are! You are!”

He lowered her hips, running his thumb along her glossy slit. “Good girl. I make the rules here. You lie back and take it. And right now, you’re going to take it in missionary position.”

She bucked even more at his fondling and his words, her hips bobbing under his thumb.

He eased her feet back to the bed. “Now, open your knees, girl.”

She stood her feet on the bed, knees bent and feet wide apart, arching her pelvis in his direction.

“Oh, now you’re begging for it, aren’t you?” he asked, slapping her pussy.

She shrieked, but didn’t close her legs, just panted, watching him with excitement.

“You’re going to want to come the second my cock penetrates that pretty little pussy of yours, but you can’t. Not until I say you can.” He slapped her pussy again. “Understand, little girl?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Good girl.” He insinuated himself between her knees and shoved into her, deep enough to make her grunt. “That’s right,” he murmured, sliding out and repeating the aggressive plunge. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you will always remember who owns you.”

She moaned, arching up, her eyelashes fluttering.

As he continued to plumb her depths, he bent his head to one nipple, teasing it with his tongue, then nipping it with his teeth. He pushed back and slapped her breast, making her give a little scream, her pussy gushing, her hips gyrating in a frantic rhythm beneath him.

Using one hand to press her bound wrists down into the bed, he gave her face a gentle slap — not enough to even sting, more symbolic than anything.

She gasped, lifting her legs in the air and pushing up at him with her pelvis. He stayed with that rhythm, letting her rock her clit against him on each in-stroke until her cries became desperate.

“Do you want to come now, Lexi?” he asked, slapping her breast again. “Do you?”

“Yesssss. God, yes!” she cried.

He gripped her shoulders, bracing her as he slammed inside her over and over again until his own orgasm crested. “Now, Lexi!” he shouted when he reached climax.

She went wild beneath him, wriggling against him, coming with a screech and a shudder.

“I think,” he mused, freeing her wrists as she recovered beneath him, “You just need it rough.”

“I think I just need you,” she said.

His heart lurched.

 She blushed, as if realizing she’d shown him all her cards.

He wanted to tell her he needed her too, but revealing his hand weakened his position. He settled for expressing the depth of his emotion for her with the most tender kiss.

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Mob Mistress blurb

When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman.

 Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man

Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package — a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties.

Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?

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Renee Rose is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink, namely: spanking. She also writes BDSM under the name Darling Adams.

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Happy reading everyone,

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Release Blitz from Lily Harlem: IN EXPERT HANDS

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February 1  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

IN EXPERT HANDS BY LILY HARLEM

Coming out on 13th of February from Lily Harlem, hot BDSM billionaire novel – IN EXPERT HANDS – available on Amazon / Amazon UK / Amazon Au / Amazon Ca

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Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client.

Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs.

And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined in her wildest dreams.

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IN EXPERT HANDS has a spin-off short story, IN SAFE HANDS which is featured in the Brit Babes SEXY JUST GOT RICH anthology. Go grab your copy on the 10th of February when it will be available from all good ebook retail outlets and let yourself fall into the dark, erotic world of the Ward brothers – remember to call them Sir if you’re wearing their collar!

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Excerpt from IN EXPERT HANDS 18+

“Would you like a drink?” he asked over the sound of the music.

“I’m okay, unless you want one.”

“No. I drank water after my workout.” He urged her forward. “So shall we go straight into a playroom?”

“If that’s what you want?”

He glanced at his watch. “There should be something going on to satisfy our voyeur plans for the evening.”

They stepped toward the bar.

Kane indicated another doorway at the opposite end that had a chain mail curtain hanging from its frame. “It’s through there.”

“Ah, K. Long time no see.” A man wearing a similar jacket to Kane’s but with only two stars over the breast pocket extended his hand.

He didn’t wear a mask and Imogen could see that his smile was genuine.

“Nate, how have you been?” Kane took his hand and they shook.

“Great, been in the City for a few weeks on business. Making the most of my free time by coming here most nights.” Nate turned to Imogen and raised his eyebrows. “You have company.”

“Don’t look so surprised.” Kane squeezed Imogen a little closer.

“I am. You don’t usually bring guests. Special occasion?”

Imogen felt Kane tense. She sensed he wasn’t enjoying having his break from the ordinary commented on. “

No occasion,” Kane said. “Good to see you, Nate, perhaps we’ll get chance to catch up later.”

“Yep. That would be cool.” Nate held up what appeared to be a glass of fizzy water and nodded. He kept his attention on Imogen. “Enjoy your evening here at Sup Space. I’m sure Master K will address your every need.”

“Thank you.” Imogen smiled then felt her cheeks heat as Nate swept his gaze down her body—starting at the collar, then lingering on her breasts and finally on her boots.

Kane stepped forward, tugging her with him. “This way.”

After several paces she touched the collar. “This, around my neck,” she said quietly. “What would happen if I wasn’t wearing it?”

“It would make you fair bait for men like Nate, who are just out to play in a scene, find someone to hook up with.” He glanced at her. “He had no right to look at you like that.”

“Well, the outfit kind of screams look at me.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Oh.” She was confused. “It’s not?”

“No. You’re with me. I’ve claimed you with a collar. What’s more, I outrank him. He should show more respect.”

“You outrank him?”

“Of course.” He pulled back the chain curtain and opened a door. He ushered Imogen into the new room.

Imogen opened her mouth and stared around, thoughts of Nate vanishing.

Kane moved her from the doorway and into the shadows. He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist

“What are your first impressions?” he asked by her ear, his lips brushing her lobe and his breath heating a trail down her neck.

She leant back into him, loving being so close, held by him. But she couldn’t concentrate fully on his embrace because of what was before her. “It’s…sexy.”

“Mmm, I’m glad you think so,” he said, the soft material of his mask rubbing against her temple. “What else?”

She looked around. The room was sectioned into six large cubicles, each one decorated in dark tones and with a combination of low lights and spotlights. Each three-walled area held a bed or a table or some other piece of equipment in the center. Three spaces were occupied.

There was an audience, too, couples, singles, threesomes sitting on more large sofas. Imogen could only see the backs of their heads. Some appeared enraptured, others holding quiet conversations.

“Tell me,” Kane urged, slipping his hand over the smooth material covering her waist. “What do you think about that, over there, to your left.”

Imogen was already staring in that direction. It had been the main thing that had captured her attention.

A naked woman was bent double, tied to a skinny padded table with her ankles fastened to the legs and her arms stretched out on two platforms, crucifix-like. Her skin was pale except for her behind, which was scarlet.

Beside her stood a man—dressed like Kane in black trousers and a velvet jacket—wielding a flogger. He walked around the woman as if surveying the marks on her ass then cracked down the many strands over her skin.

Imogen jerked and a tingle traveled over her buttocks, as though her nerves were empathetic with what the woman on the table was going through.

The man hit again.

The woman groaned and moved her head, her face coming into Imogen’s view. She had her eyes screwed up tight and her lips were parted. There was a flush of red on her cheeks that matched the rosy blush on her backside.

“Talk to me,” Kane said softly.

“Is she enjoying it?” Imogen asked, although she was pretty sure she knew the answer. The woman appeared to be in ecstasy, as though she’d folded in on herself and only her body and sensation existed.

“Very much so,” Kane said. “Master Zen is very capable of working his sub towards orgasm just through striking her.”

“Are they just…playing a scene or are they…?”

“Lovers, committed to each other? Yes, actually those two are. They’re regulars here and live the lifestyle.”

“The lifestyle?”

“Yes.” He slid his hand to her collar and spanned it with his thumb and fingers. “They live full time as Dom and sub. He commands and she obeys.”

“It sounds…old-fashioned.” Imogen wasn’t sure about the obeying thing. She’d known friends who’d purposely had that removed from their wedding vows.

“It’s a symbiotic relationship,” Kane went on, smoothing his fingers around her collar and brushing her skin.

A small shiver ran down Imogen’s spine.

The woman was struck again—several times in fast succession.

Imogen stared at the spectacle.

“You see,” Kane said. “She needs to be adored, cared for, taken through life by the man she loves. He needs to protect her, satisfy her, ensure that everything is perfect for her at all times. That is what makes him feel complete.”

“And that includes this. Beating?”

“Beating, spanking, flogging, whatever you want to call it, yes, it includes this, because that’s what they both enjoy, it’s their thing. It’s their kink.”

Kane went quiet and Imogen watched as Master Zen stood directly behind his sub. He appeared to fiddle at his groin then his pants loosened around his hips. He pushed forward.

The woman arched her back and her cry echoed around the room.

He reached for her shoulders, dragged her onto him.

“He’s…” Imogen said.

“Yes. He’s clearly very pleased with her. She’d getting exactly what she wants tonight.” Kane’s voice was low and husky, as though the sight was turning him on.

Imogen watched, fascinated as the Dom began to fuck his woman with urgency. The sub couldn’t move, she was strapped down, but he was moving for them. Thrusting in and out, hard, frantic, gripping her shoulders, her hair, her hips. His hands were all over her.

Imogen’s knickers dampened and she shifted within Kane’s arms.

“Would you like to get fucked like that?” Kane whispered.

Imogen half turned to him, his words a shock, despite where they were and what they were watching.

“Tell me,” he said, cupping her cheek and her holding face. “Tell me what you’re thinking?”

“I…” Imogen was breathing heavily. Fuck. What was she thinking? That she wanted to get fucked like that? She wanted to feel the flogger?

“Would you like to be her, on that table, with Master Zen taking you to the exquisite high she is rocketing towards right now?” Kane asked. “Red and sore, filled to the max? Nothing else in your mind except claiming that pleasure?”

She did, but it wasn’t Master Zen she wanted behind her, yanking her hair, scratching and marking her skin. Sinking deep, so deep. Filling her to bursting point.

It was Kane, or K as he was known here. It was him she wanted.

“Imogen,” Kane murmured, his mouth almost touching hers. “Talk to me.”

“Yes.” The word scratched from her throat. “But—”

He pressed his thumb over her lips, flattening them against her teeth. “No buts. Or if there are, tell me later.” He gave a brief smile. “Yes is enough.”

 

About Lily Harlem

Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, best-selling author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite, Ellora’s Cave and Sweetmeats Press. Her Hot Ice series regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.

Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release.

Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae – check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon – The Novice, The Player and The Vixen – and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel ‘every woman should read’.

One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!

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