I invited our next guest, KayJaybee, to stop by and tell us about her latest novel, Making Him Wait. Because
I was so fascinated by the title, I asked Kay to give us a sneak preview behind
the scenes. Please put your hands together and welcome author Kay Jaybee!
Making
Him Wait- The
Concept of Self Control
Behind each
of my novels there are a whole host of ideas and trigger points of inspiration,
but with each there is also one made theme that runs through the whole plot. In
the case of my erotic BDSM romance, Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats Press), the
novel revolves around the concept of self control.
The concept
of self control fascinates me, especially when viewed in relation to sex, and
it has featured in most of my work, particularly in my novels, The Voyeur and
The Perfect Submissive. In Making Him
Wait however, I wanted it to underpin the character of my leading lady-
Maddie Templeton.
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!
I have to
confess, it took me a long time to think up with a believable scenario in which
someone would be willing to suppress their own physical satisfaction when they
lusted after a particular person.
The answer
came to be when watching an artist friend of mine painting a picture. She was
100% absorbed in what she was doing, noticing neither lunch time, nor the ring
of the phone or front doorbell. I began to wonder how someone who (unlike my
friend), likes to play power games, and who is suddenly confronted with the
best artistic challenge of her life (her very first gallery exhibition), and a
promising romantic partner at the same time, would cope. What would get her
attention- the man or the art?
My leading
lady in Making Him Wait is the
artist Maddie Templeton, and her hopeful admirer is Theo Hunter, an electrician
who, after a visit to her studio to fix new lights, becomes fascinated by her
apparent indifference to the extreme images of eroticism which constantly
surround her.
My writing
challenge then became- if Maddie decides she wants the best of both worlds, –
how do I find a believable way for Maddie to keep put her lust on hold, but
still keep Theo interested while all her energy is centred on her art? The
answer? Texts of course!
Ever since
the introduction of mobiles (or cell phones) into the world, texting has become
a way of life. Erotic stories involving text sex were bound to follow in the
wake of this phenomenon as, let’s face it; text sex can be very arousing.
I have
written a number of stories that have included texts, such as Perks of the
Job (Tricks For Kicks,
Xcite) and Not Her Type
(1001 NightsPress). It was so much fun to add this dimension of communication
to my tales, that it seemed obvious to make texted conversations an integral
part of my new novel, Making Him
Wait.
Here’s a
little snippet from Chapter One to whet the appetite!
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.
Issues
involving going commando
Has a partner
(Jake) who wishes her to live out erotic fantasy scenarios for him
She wants to
oblige, but lacks the nerve
Sara’s
compromise is to have a picture of herself going commando – she hopes it will
give her confidence
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?
Theo: Yes
Maddie: Good
boy. U out on the road?
Theo: Yes
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…
*****
I hope you
enjoyed that! Thanks again for letting me visit your wonderful site!
If you would
like to buy Making Him Wait,
it is available as a paperback or e-book from Amazon UK, Amazon.com, and all
good retailers.
Bio
Kay
Jaybee wrote the novels Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur
(Xcite,2012), and The Perfect Submissive (Xcite, 2011), as well as the
novella's Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2012), The
Circus (Sweetmeats Press, 2011), and Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A
Delivery Man (2nd ed 1001Nightspress, 2013). She has also written
the anthologies 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), and The Collector (Austin &
Macauley, 1st Ed 2008, 2nd Ed 2012).
Kay has had over 70 short stories published by Cleis Press (inc. Best of Best Women’s Erotica 2, Best Women’s Erotica 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2012; Best Bondage 2012, 2013, Sweet Love, Gotta Have It, Sweet Confessions), Black Lace (Sexy Little Numbers), Mammoth (The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica), Xcite (inc.Ultimate Sin, Boy Fun, Power Play, Threesomes, Finger Music, Tricks For Kicks), Penguin (Oysters and Chocolate; Erotic Stories of Every Flavor), Seal (Oysters and Chocolate; Nice Girls, Naughty Sex),and Sweetmeats Press (Immoral Views).
Details
of all Kay's work can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
You can follow Kay on Twitter-
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And on Facebook- http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor
2 comments:
Thanks ever so much for inviting me over today! xxx
Thanks for being here today, Kay!
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