The Collector
I think it’s true to say I
get my ideas and inspiration from anywhere and everywhere. In the case of The Collector, my very first solo work,
the initial idea came to me while sat in the departures lounge of Heathrow
airport awaiting a flight to Aberdeen. One of my oldest friends had just phoned
me to tell me about an article in The
Observer newspaper all about erotic writers. He was adamant the time was
right for me to branch out from short stories and to try a book all of my own.
Blurb
The Collector sits silently alone, engrossed in her
tales of lust, submission and dominance. Has she already engraved your erotic
exploits on her salacious list?
She may look like she is scribbling randomly in her notebook,
but she is secretly listening to, and recording, the overheard fantasies and
indiscretions of others.
Forever hungry for stories, when The Collector's sources
run dry, her appetite for tales of instruction and voyeurism drives her to do
some research of her own
before sharing her provocative experiments on paper.
It is time for the world’s raunchiest chronicler to
come to light.
I admit the idea of writing
a novel about one set of characters was rather daunting in those early days of
my erotica career, although I’ve written 9 erotic novels and novellas since then.
(The Perfect Submissive Trilogy The
Voyeur, Making Him Wait, A Sticky Situation,
The Circus, Digging Deep and Not Her
Type)
As I sat in the airport that
day, watching people rush around, I began to think about what stories they
would all have to tell if I was brave enough to ask them…
Then I began to listen to
what people were talking about on the chairs around me. I watched how people
behaved, and then I started to write it all down… The Collector was born.
Here’s little
snippet for you- Do you like liquorice?
Sweets
‘Perhaps I should explain that we work in a sweet shop. We sell the
old fashioned kind of sweets in jars; lemon sherbets, kola-kubes, cherry lips,
dolly mixtures, alongside all the new stuff and posh boxes of chocolates.
It all happened quite
quickly I guess. It was obvious from the moment I took the job that we wanted
each other, but initially we held back. Work isn’t the best place after all,
especially if there are only two members of staff. Anyway, as I said, it was
sort of inevitable really.
So, last Thursday evening,
there I was, starkers on the bed, watching at my boss who was naked,
commanding, and utterly gorgeous.
I was not tied to
the bed, but I wish I had been. He’d ordered me to stay still, but it was
unbelievably difficult to obey as my body desperately wanted to move towards
him.
My arms were folded with my
hands sat beneath my head, and my legs were pushed up so that my knees pointed
into the air. It was as if I was about to undergo some unpleasant medical
intrusion. He’d placed a soft silk cushion under my arse to give him, as he put
it, “Better visual.”
He flashed a little bag in
front of my eyes, but made sure I couldn’t actually see what it contained. I
frowned at his long delicate fingers, unsure of what was coming next. He just
smiled.
I tried to concentrate on
what he was holding, but the heat surging through my breasts from the whipping
they had just received was taking most of my attention. My nipples burnt and
longed for a cooling tongue to kiss them better. I had to push my head back
harder into my hands to prevent myself from moving them and rubbing myself off.
At last he showed me the
packet. It was a Dib-Dab; a packet of loose sherbet with a cherry flavoured
lolly conveniently included. When I was a kid I loved to suck all the sherbet
off the sticky lolly.
I flinched as he ripped it
open. There was something about the way he was looking at me that confirmed
that the agony he’d previously inflicted was simply the first course, and that
seconds’ was coming up. I longed to scream out ‘Just get on with it!’, but the
ball gag which he’d lodged in my mouth prevented the luxury of speech, so I
just had to content myself with biting down hard onto the black rubber
intrusion.
My thighs felt slick with
my own juices. I tried hard not to think about the picture I must have
presented. As I’ve said, I wasn’t bound, but I was gagged, and my breasts were
pressed through a tight black harness, pushing them up and exposing them as an
easy target for the short riding crop I had discovered he kept in the corner of
his bedroom.
He pulled the lolly out of
the packet and put it in his mouth. As he sucked I could feel my nipples
tremble. That was what they needed. I felt unbelievably jealous of a bloody
sweet!
After what felt like an
eternity he pulled the damp lolly from between his lips and advanced towards
me. There was no hanging about, he stuffed its red oval head into my cunt and
pushed it until all but the very end of the stick had been swallowed up into my
starving hole.
The width of the lolly felt
amazing as it stretched me open. I could feel the air rushing in around the
thin stick, making me feel empty but full at the same time. I began to shudder
in response to the contradiction of sensation, but he slapped my breasts hard
and I silently cried out into my rubber guardian.
‘You will not come yet.’
His voice was like gravel, and for a second I had to remind myself that I had
wanted this too. He began to slide the lollypop up and down and I closed my
eyes, trying for all I was worth not to climax. A task made even harder when he
knelt and began to lick the mixture of pussy juice and sweet syrup from around
my hole.
I was shaking, I couldn’t
help it. It wasn’t going to take much to push me over the edge, even though it
had been forbidden. Then he did it. He climbed astride me and sprinkled the
sherbet from the Dib-Dab packet all over my tits. The cold sweetie dust tickled
as it landed on my sweating skin. My hips twitched as I began to fight a losing
battle with myself. As his mouth enclosed my right tit, licking up the sherbet,
I groaned into silence as the sweet fizzed against his tongue and my chest. By
the time he began to feast on my left side I was shaking and bucking so hard
I’m surprised he wasn’t knocked off.
He took very little notice
of the fact that I had disobeyed him until every single drop of the tingling
dust had been consumed. Only then did his face become a picture of disgust and
lust in glorious combination. I began to shiver, no longer with desire, but in
response to the look in his eyes. He picked up a liquorice boot lace from the
pile of supplies he’d lifted from the shop. Licking the end to dampen it a
little he lashed my right nipple hard. Tears instantly sprang to my eyes as he
stung me again and again.
Then, taking a handful of
the laces, he began to coil them around my harnessed breasts. The black strings
were cool against my hot flesh and felt heavy against my need to be sucked,
caressed and kissed. The ever growing pyramids
of sweets created a sticky barrier against the attention I craved. Soon only my
two swollen nipples were visible, poking out from the encircled breasts…
****
You can buy The Collector from-
Amazon UK - http://www.amazon.co.uk/Collector-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1849633517/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1352239556&sr=1-1
Bio
Kay Jaybee was
nominated as the Best Erotica Writer of 2013 by the ETO.
Kay wrote the The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite,
2011-14), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (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 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 70 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- kay_jaybee,
Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html
Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny
Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk
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