Erotica on a canvas of bondage and discipline!
Maddie Templeton has always been an unconventional artist. Themes of submission and domination pulse through her erotic artwork, and she’s happily explored these lustful themes both on and off the canvas.
But, when Theo Hunter enters her life, she is presented with a new challenge. Maddie sets out to test his resolve as she teases, torments and toys with him. But, as Maddie drives Theo to breaking point, she soon becomes unsure whether her own resolve will hold out!
At the same time, Maddie must put on the exhibition of a lifetime. As the hottest gallery in town clamours for her best work, Maddie pushes her models harder and higher until they are physically, sexually and emotionally exhausted. Will Maddie’s models continue to submit to her, or will she push them too far? And will she be ready for the exhibition in time?
The only way to find out is to wait and see…and the waiting only makes it sweeter!
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About the Author
Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO
Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.
Kay Jaybee has over 200 erotica publications including, The Fifth Floor - Book 1 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (KJ Press, 2017) , The Collector (KDP, 2016), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress, 2013).
The Retreat (Book 2 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy), Knowing Her Place (Book 3 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy), and The New Room (a novella length addition to the Fables Hotel story) will be re-released in 2018.
Details of all Kay’s short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
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Brit Babes- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html
Kay also writes contemporary romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane www.jennykane.co.uk and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash www.jenniferash.co.uk
Read an Excerpt
Making Him Wait
A Tale of Denial, Discipline & Reward
By Kay Jaybee
Sweetmeats PressCopyright © 2014 Kay Jaybee
All rights reserved.
Theo: Tell me where u are
Theo: Tell me what u are wearing
Theo: I bet ur fucking someone
Theo: Who is it? Who are u fucking?
Theo: I can see u in my mind–ur hair is in a ponytail isn't it?
Maddie had deliberately turned her phone to silent as she'd pushed her overfull supermarket trolley around the packed store. Sitting in her car now, she couldn't help but smile as she read the five messages while running a hand along her ponytail. She knew Theo couldn't actually see her. He'd be fixing up new lighting in someone's house somewhere. But her favourite electrician didn't seem to have the ability to consider her other than in a sexual situation.
"I do have to eat like everyone else, Theo!" Maddie spoke to herself and the steering wheel before tucking the phone away without answering his list of texts and heading back to her home-based studio to get ready for work.
An hour later, dressed in the attire she'd been requested to wear by that day's model — a black pleated mini-skirt, a long baggy shirt and absolutely nothing else — Maddie sat at her cluttered desk to read the handwritten notes she'd made after Sara's last session.
1. Issues involving going commando
2. Has a partner (Jake) who wishes her to live out erotic fantasy scenarios for him
3. She wants to oblige, but lacks the nerve
4. Sara's compromise is to have a picture of herself going commando — she hopes it will give her confidence
5. Almost there — just need her to be brave enough to uncover her pussy for me to draw
Working with Sara had been slow progress at first. Now, three sessions in, at least she was happy to walk to the studio in trousers or leggings without wearing underwear. Maddie wondered if Sara would hold her nerve today and wear her partner's favourite skirt with nothing beneath, as they'd arranged during their last meeting.
Relaxing back in her chair while she waited for Sara's knock at the door, Maddie picked up her mobile and sent Theo the reply she had no doubt he would be waiting for.
Maddie: I'm waiting for a client. She is beautiful. U would love her.
His response came almost instantly and Maddie grinned as she imagined his workman's hands diving towards his phone as her message reached him.
Theo: What's her name?
Maddie: Now now honey–client confidentiality ...
Theo: Spoil sport
Maddie: Ur dick hard for me?
Maddie: Good boy. U out on the road?
Maddie checked the time. Sara was never late. In fact it was rare for her not to be at least ten minutes early. That meant she had approximately five minutes before Sara's arrival in which to play with Theo.
Maddie: I am going commando. I want u to do the same.
Theo: Fuck woman, I'm on my way to a customer!
Maddie: Park the van and take ur boxers off.
The pause before Theo's reply confirmed for Maddie that he was doing exactly what she told him to. When his text did come through, it seemed almost as breathless as she guessed he was.
Theo: Done. Now what? Tell me!
Maddie: Sorry honey–got to get to work–think of me fingering my client's pussy–then later u may masturbate.
Theo: What!? U can't say that and then go!
Maddie: I can. No playing until I say so.
The moment she'd pressed the send button on her last text, Maddie threw her mobile carelessly onto the desk. She knew Theo would reply, but he'd have to wait. For now she had work to do. The double ring of the doorbell told her Sara had arrived.
As arranged, Sara had dressed just as Maddie had, including the similarly styled short, pleated skirt that she had declared to be Jake's favourite. One glance at her backside however, told Maddie that her client's underwear was still firmly in place.
Careful not to make Sara feel ill at ease, Maddie said nothing about her model's overdressing and gestured towards the stairs. "Come through, we'll get you more comfortable."
The nervous yet happy energy that was radiating from every pore of Sara's skin was a familiar condition to Maddie. Nearly all her visitors had the same excited yet apprehensive aura about them. Only when that apprehension had been replaced entirely with excitement, did Maddie consider them ready to be properly painted. Otherwise there was no way she could capture the essence of their sexuality on canvas.
Sara risked an anxious smile as she walked up the narrow stairway that separated Maddie's living quarters from her office-cum-studio — a studio which held everything that might come in useful. There was a double bed, a battered yet comfortable sofa, and a multitude of different chairs, so her clients could choose where they wanted to be while they posed for a portrait. As well as the furniture, there were stacks of discarded empty frames and potential props, a battered metal trolley holding Maddie's artistic supplies, as well as a kettle, toaster and small sink where she cleaned her brushes.
Next to the bed stood an old-fashioned chest of drawers. Unbeknown to many of her customers, its three drawers contained every instrument of domination and submission imaginable — from tubes of lube, condoms, countless packs of batteries, dildos, whips, paddles, vibes, ropes, blindfolds and gags. Thus, Maddie was always prepared for any request from her clientele.
Ignoring the flashing light on her muted mobile, telling her she did indeed have more messages from Theo, Maddie addressed her companion. "So, Sara, how have things been for you this week?"
"Okay, thanks. Jake is really pleased I'm for doing this for him." The smile that wasn't quite as shy as it had been in previous weeks became wider as it spread over Sara's neat asiatic features.
"And so he should be. Hundreds of women say they'll carry out their partner's fantasies. Very few ever actually have the will or courage to go through with their promises. I have always thought that, if you make a promise, then you must do whatever it was you agreed to. Even if it takes some time to fulfil your oath."
Sara knew Maddie was probably right, but she refrained from comment as Maddie placed the large canvas that held her work-in-progress onto the easel.
The artist let Sara nervously pace the room while she selected the handful of chalk pastels she'd need to finish the basic design of her work. With the background and outline of the picture already complete, Maddie could go no further until Sara was comfortable enough to show the feminine folds hidden under the black knickers she wore.
While Sara fiddled with the high wooden bar stool she would be leaning over once the session began, Maddie ran a critical eye over the canvas. She'd chosen pastels instead of oils or charcoal to best capture the mocha lustre to Sara's skin. Some blocks of colour were already filled in — her subject's jet-black hair shone from the page and the crisp white of her long t-shirt, rucked up at the waist, contrasted perfectly with the beauty and lustre of her flesh. The artist reached out a finger and ran it over her representation of Sara's toned thighs and legs, and the varnished wood of the stool over which she was bent. All that remained was the gap in the middle of the canvas. A space that Maddie fully intended to sketch today.
It was a shame, Maddie thought as she nodded encouragingly to Sara, who was gesturing towards the CD player in the corner of the room, that she was drawing her client's back view. Consequently, the girl's exotically feline, emerald eyes, which suited her perfectly and yet somehow seemed startlingly at odds with her skin tone, would be missing from the finished scene.
Once Sara had chosen some light, almost ethereal, music to play softly in the background, Maddie took charge. "Would you like to remind yourself of what we've produced so far?"
Standing next to each other before the canvas, the blankness in the middle of the nearly-finished piece virtually screamed out loud. Tentatively, knowing the importance of keeping her model relaxed, Maddie reached out and took Sara's hand in her own. "If this is going to be completed in time for Jake's birthday, then I have to draw the rest of you today, honey."
Sara tightened her grip on Maddie's hand, the pulse in her wrist hammering against the artist's. "I know. I haven't stopped thinking about what I have to do since I was here last week."
Gently taking Sara's arm, Maddie manoeuvred her to stand directly in front of the stool. Taking a pace closer, so that her chest was pressed against Sara's back, Maddie wrapped her arms protectively around the younger woman's waist.
"It isn't that scary, honey All you have to do is take off those panties and lean over this stool just the same way you did during the last three sessions. In only half an hour, I will have all I require to complete the picture, which I can do once you've gone. I can make it even quicker for you if you allow me to take a couple of photos."
Sara said nothing for a moment, secretly relishing the heat of the curvaceous body behind her. "I know but, well ... what if you don't like what you see? What if I'm ugly down there?"
This was a fear that Maddie had heard many times before. She neither laughed, nor scoffed, nor judged. As an erotic artist, this was something she came up against a lot. Everyone seemed to be afraid that they might be abnormal or insufficient in some way, be they male or female.
"Honey, I have seen all sorts in this studio. Trust me. I am sure you are exquisite. Jake loves you down there doesn't he?"
Sara blushed coyly as she remembered the countless times her man had worshipped her with his tongue from between her spread legs. "He certainly seems to."
"There you go then." Maddie took hold of Sara's shoulders and firmly but gently turned her so that they were face to face. "I am happy to do what I suggested last week, if you think it would help."
Sara dipped her eyes to Maddie's skirt. She knew without asking that there would be no knickers under its short pleats.
The air of eroticism that was a permanent feature of Maddie's studio took on a sharper tang, as if it was now something solid that could be grasped. Sara had been thinking about Maddie as much as she'd been thinking about the prospect of having to reveal her pussy, and she was afraid of giving herself away. She knew that if Maddie looked at her pussy, she would see how it glistened — wet with the hope that the artist's slender fingers would touch her.
Realising Sara was lost in her own thoughts, and fairly confident those thoughts concerned sex with her, Maddie adopted a firmer tone. "You do want to get this done for Jake, don't you? If you have changed your mind about going commando, then I have to know now so we can change things."
Visibly pulling herself together, Sara took a deep breath. "No, I haven't changed my mind. Jake will love it — I just have stage fright, that's all." She forced herself to raise her eyes to meet Maddie's and, with her chest tightening, said, "And yes, if you are still up for it, then the plan we agreed last week would be good."
"Excellent." Maddie stood up straight and dropped her hands from Sara's shoulders. "Well, as you can see, I am wearing similar clothes to your own, as discussed. I, however, have gone commando. You, I can see, have not. I understand that it isn't exactly nice weather out there today, which is presumably why you didn't walk here panty free?"
Both women knew that the fact it was unseasonably cold for a summer's day was not the reason that Sara had failed to leave off her undergarments. But Sara was grateful for being given the opportunity to blame the dull drizzle for her last minute failing of nerve before she'd left home.
"Exactly. I didn't want to catch a cold."
Keeping up the pretence, Maddie picked up the high, pine barstool Sara was to lean over and put it exactly where it had been positioned during the other three sittings. "Well then, if you take off those undies and stand by the stool we'll crack on?"
Sara's hands shook as she edged down her knickers, trying not to notice that the fabric was rather damper than it should have been as she slid them to the floor.
Once the small scrap of black material was placed gingerly on the end of the bed, Sara walked to the stool and hovered uncertainly, wondering if Maddie really was going to do as she'd promised last week or if, now she'd gotten her model this far, she wouldn't feel the need to keep her side of the bargain.
Maddie picked up her mobile. "Do excuse me for a second, Sara. I must answer these two messages before we start."
Theo had been getting impatient ...
Theo: What are u doing?
Theo: I have work too woman–and I can't concentrate with this bloody hard on! For fucks sake Maddie–tell me what u are doing right now!
Maddie smiled as she typed.
Maddie: I'm about to calm a nervous client by showing her my pussy.
Keeping the phone in her hand, she walked toward Sara. With each stride Maddie lifted the hem of her skirt a fraction at a time, aware how much she was teasing Sara with every centimetre of flesh she revealed. As she reached the end of the bed, Maddie, keeping her bare feet inflexible on the floor, flipped the remainder of the skirt up to show her rounded peach of a backside. Then, spreading her legs, she leant over the end of the bed, her chest buried in the duvet, her back arched upwards so Sara could clearly see her pussy.
The sharp intake of breath the model gave echoed around the room, but Maddie pretended she hadn't heard it. "Do you want to look closer, honey? You could reassure yourself that we are all the same underneath. We are all vulnerable, all written to the same design code and yet somehow we are all unique." The artist spoke softly, but with a matter of fact nature that belied the provocativeness of what she was doing.
Her fingers parted her butt cheeks so that Sara could see her vulva in all its majesty. "If all our cunts were the same, then I would be able to draw in any old pussy. And where would the fun be in that? How fabulous that we are all different — all those new, stunning, unique and tasty treats to explore."
Maddie said nothing else. Every word she had uttered had turned her on and she hoped that she was having the same effect on Sara.
Taking a step towards the artist, her heart thudding, her head bursting with a curiosity that wanted to touch as well as see, Sara crouched behind Maddie. Allowing the haunting music emanating from the stereo to wrap around her, Sara's eyes took in every fold and shining wet line of the inviting flesh before her.
Twisting her neck round so she could watch Sara examining her with wide, emerald eyes, Maddie eventually broke the silence. "You can if you want to."
"I can what?" Sara's voice was husky as she asked, even though she knew the answer to the question.
"You can touch. See what it feels like. It seems only fair because I shall be examining you intimately as I prepare to capture your sexual essence on the canvas."
"Will you need to touch me, then?" Sara couldn't quite keep the edge of longing from her voice. Maddie was sure that the girl hoped and feared in equal measure that the answer would be yes.
Expertly keeping her own desire under control, Maddie's reply was uncaringly breezy. "I would never dream of touching anyone if they didn't wish me to, but I find I can get a better idea of the type of stroke to use with my pastel or paints if I can feel the texture for myself. It is always up to the individual model entirely."
"Oh." That was all Sara could say and Maddie privately speculated how much sweet honey was already flowing from her model's private parts.
Sara's fingers were only inches away from the artist. It wouldn't have taken much for her to lean forward, touch Maddie's flesh and discover what another woman felt like for the very first time.
Finally, breaking the silence, Sara whispered, "I'm pretty sure my boyfriend would be willing me on if he was here. Jake is pretty much into everything, women, men, straight, kinky; and he's always had serious fantasy issues about seeing me with another woman."
Excerpted from Making Him Wait by Kay Jaybee. Copyright © 2014 Kay Jaybee. Excerpted by permission of Sweetmeats Press.
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