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it comes to Christmas I’m a big kid- I just love it. The decorations, carols,
wrapping up presents - all of it. So it’ll be no surprise to you to know that I
love writing Christmas stories as well. There is something about dreaming up
naughty ways of playing with tinsel, spices and Christmas cakes that brings out
the kinkster in me...
is a collection of five erotic stories penned especially for the festive
What’s your favourite
part of the Christmas celebration? Decorating the tree with tinsel, the
heavenly aroma of cinnamon and fruit from Christmas cakes and puddings, the
office Christmas party, a visit to Santa’s grotto, the presents?
Kay Jaybee’s Christmas
Kink twists all of these festive traditions into five individual episodes of
hot erotica that will leave you fanning yourself with the nearest Christmas
the past 10 years I’ve written an annual Christmas story- and this year I
decided (with a lot of help from my the lovely Lily Harlem) to self publish a
few of my past seasonal tales, plus a brand new one- The Little Red Dress.
steamy, with a touch of S&M, and a sprinkling of cinnamon (yes, really) - I
hope I’ve managed to add a little Christmas kink into this anthology for
a little taster from the first tale in the book...
Santa’s Little Helper
approvingly at her reflection in the tinsel decorated mirror. The gold material
shimmered as she turned from side-to-side. Cut to fit tightly against her
chest, the bodice section gave way to an extremely short, almost tutu style
skirt, of the finest silvery gauze.
fingers trailed through the soft folds before she reached around to stroke the
feather like wings that protruded from her back.
fabric curtain was drawn back and the sales assistant drew breath. ‘You are
possibly the most beautiful fairy ever destined to top a Christmas tree.’ He
pulled the ties tighter at the back of the bodice, forcing Jay to stand up
taller. ‘You are also the sexiest.’ He pushed two exquisite high-heeled shoes
towards her white stocking clad feet, enjoying the view as her tiny gold thong
flashed in front of his eyes when she bent slightly to slip them on.
a final touch he slid a delicate glittering tiara onto her short curled hair,
and put a wand in her hand. ‘Now, all that’s missing is a smile.’
not a smile, that’s the evil grin of a wicked slut who knows that every guy
that claps eyes on you is going to be asking Santa Claus if he can screw you
was thinking you could go for the child friendly smile. After all, you’re
supposed to be Santa’s Little Helper at one of the department stores right?’
nodded, and tried to wipe the lust off her face. Not easy when she felt so damn
horny dressed like an expensive tree decoration. She thanked the assistant,
paid the costume hire charge and, wrapping a large black cloak around her
shoulders, left the shop for her place of work.
shop assistant had been right, she was to be Santa’s Little Helper, but this
was not a grotto for children; his joke had been closer to the truth than he’d
thought. As Jay reached ‘Spanks’, the club she’d worked in for two years, she
slipped into one of the back rooms, and into the discreetly advertised grotto.
already dressed in his traditional red and white, with huge false beard and hat
in place, stared at her with giveaway young eyes as she hung up her cloak. He
didn’t say anything, but slipped a gloved hand up her skirt and slowly stroked
the tops of her legs. Jay purred at him, enjoying the sensations for a few
seconds before moving away.
was show time.
queue was fairly small, but as visits to Santa had been by appointment only,
this was not a surprise.
the first five men had sat on Santa’s lap and asked to have their Christmas
wishes granted, for which they had already paid handsomely, Jay was glad to
have a break. She needed a drink to remove the taste of condom and sweat from
the three blow jobs she’d given, and needed to calm her own rising desire after
the last two guys activities.
had visited Santa together, sitting on a knee each, they’d requested an
intimate examination of her chest. Santa had obliged, removed his gloves and
undid her bodice, revealing her bare tits. The visitors fell on a breast each,
both using their given five minutes to gorge on her, and feel up as much of her
body as they could.
knew that she had at least four more customers to grant wishes to before she
could even think about her own satisfaction, but her tits, now firmly secured
back behind the gold fabric, nagged at her for more attention, and she knew
that she was far more tuned on than was professional.
stuck his head around the door. ‘Five minutes honey.’
nodded and took another sip of water.
paused, ‘Do you think you’ll make it? I’ve never seen you so horny, I can
practically smell you?’
it’s this outfit. I’ll be fine.’
have a little time. I could help.’
what do you mean?’ Jay adopted a little girl voice and fluttered her eyelashes
mean, my dear little fairy, that it’s time you had a quick turn on my knee.’
you’d like to see what Santa did next, or you fancy dipping into the other
stories- Decorations, Cake Mix, Candy at Christmas or The Little Red Dress- you
can buy Christmas Kink on Amazon at-
Kay Jaybee wrote the Perfect Submissive Trilogy (Xcite, 2012-14), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press,
2012), and The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012). She also write the novellas, Not Her Type (2nd ed. 1001
NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep
(Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation,
(Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats
Press), and the anthologies Christmas
Kink (KDP, 2013) The Collector
(Austin & Macauley, 2012), The Best
of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to
the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick KinkOne and Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Details of Kay’s work can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
Life in London as a butcher girl is hard enough, but when my best friend Denny goes missing without a trace it becomes miserable. So finding clues to his whereabouts and then stumbling one foggy morning into the Worshipful Company of the Ancient Order is like a breath of fresh air. Not least because sexy sophisticated Aimery has promised to help me when no one else will.
But Aimery has a best friend and it seems Ryle wants in on the action. My head begins to spin, my body reacting to theirs whenever I'm around them. But there are questions I need answering. What is their obsession with my rare blood type? How do they always appear just when I need them? And exactly how old are they?
Learning the truth about my lovers brings new fears and delights. They take me higher than I’ve ever gone before, show me delights I never imagined existed and are prepared to kill to keep me safe. Being mortal has never been so much fun, or so deliciously dangerous.
This book is a sequel to Bite Mark; to ensure full enjoyment of this book, please read Bite Mark first.
Being married to two sexy vampires is as exciting as it is dangerous. One minute I’m on top of the world, the next I’m running for my life. But it’s okay with Aimery and Ryle at my side—they’ve sworn to love and protect me and keep me satisfied until I’m old and gray.
But when everything crashes down, literally, I can see no way out of the darkness—death my best option. Until two unusual men come bounding to my aid.
Gentle Caleb and prickly Isaac have secrets. They’re full of passion, desire, love and lust and their isolated lives are weaved with mystery. But I know what they are. I’m also craving some serious satisfying, a distraction from my dilemma, and it seems these guys are up for the job.
Will my life always be turbulent, terrifying and tempting beyond belief? Nothing is certain in a world of vampires and shifters.
As anyone who has read
my work will know, I love writing BDSM stories, and for some time prior to
penning the mini- series Fantasy 13, I’d toyed with the idea of setting a piece
within a specialist club, which I’d decided to paradoxically entitle, Discreet!
The only thing holding me back was that I was at a loss for an original story
About the same time, I
was sat in a cafe (as ever!), covertly people watching. A woman about my age
was frantically scribbling down a list. I assumed it was a shopping list; but
then I began to wonder- what if it wasn’t? What if it was something more
interesting? Maybe it was a list of all the things she wished her husband,
lover or girlfriend would do to, or with, her?
There was no stopping
my imagination once I’d had that thought. Within the hour I had created Mark, a
business man who kept a secret notebook in which to compile all his darkest desires.He doesn’t necessarily want to take part in
any of these fantasies- he just wants to see them take place in front of
him.The ultimate voyeur!
Wealthy business man
and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of thirteen fantasies he is
intent on turning into reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush
Oxfordshire mansion, and Discreet, his favourite S&M club; Mark is helped
to realise his imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his
staff. His Personal Assistant, Anya Grant, and his Housekeeper, Clara Hooper.
Upon the backs of his
willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in thick red pen. Only
Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their flesh before Mark’s
ultimate fantasy – Fantasy 13- can take place.
But have the girls
performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold does the
Bridge's Gentleman's Club, Anya's previous employer, have over Mark? A place
Anya was only too delighted to escape from.
In order to find out,
Mark’s girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies they thought
they’d left behind them all over again; and while they do, Mark will watch...
the blurb shows, the voyeur in question is Mark Parker, the owner of the
multi-national company, Parker Software. I must admit, I was wary about writing
a novel where the lead male character was wealthy and lived in a mansion. Even back in 2011, when I wrote The Voyeur, there
are so many novels out there with exactly that premise. However, the only way
that anyone would ever be able to employ two women to both help them run a
company, and carry out their every sexual whim, not to mention be a member of
an elite London Club (all of which were essential working to The Voyeur), would
be to make them rich- so rich he had to be!
was determined however, not to have any airs and graces to Mark Parker. He
insists on the use of his first name amongst his staff, even from his willing
slaves. He doesn’t dress in sharp suits, nor does he lounge around,
contemptuous of his fellow man, in designer gear. In other words, Mark Parker
is more interested in what other people are doing, wearing, and saying, than in
himself- a true voyeur!
real stars of The Voyeur however, are
Anya Grant and Clara Hooper; Mark’s PA and housekeeper. It tells us how these
two intelligent professional women came to be employed as his sex slaves, and
how they survive carrying out the thirteen challenges that Mark has secretly written
in his notebook, as well as listing down their backs in bold felt pen...
an excerpt from the very beginning of The Voyeur to whet your appetite...
evening meal complete, Mark sat back, contentedly sipping his cup of strong
black coffee. Pulling a small, battered notebook from his pocket, he read
thoughtfully for a moment. His self-restraint, although immense, was beginning
to run out. It was time for them to progress to the end of the list. Pressing
the intercom button, Mark summoned his personal assistant, Anya, and his
housekeeper, Clara, to the dining room.
The women arrived swiftly, both aware of the
importance of not keeping Mark waiting. Standing on the opposite side of the
highly polished dining room table, his employees braced themselves for the
‘I have decided that we will take a trip to
Discreet this evening. We will turn our attention to the next fantasy on my
list. Fantasy 12.’ Mark’s cool blue eyes deliberately weighed up the reaction
of his staff as he delivered his news.
Discreet was the reason that Mark spent such
a large proportion of his time in his London flat, rather than in his
mini-mansion in Oxfordshire, where his software business was based. It was only
at Discreet, the most exclusive of the city’s BDSM clubs, that his increasingly
imaginative fantasies could be publically appreciated; most of which involved
the observation of other people’s erotic aspirations. Mark Parker was the
Trying hard not to exchange glances with her
Anya could sense the stiffening of Clara’s body as they listened to their boss.
She knew that Clara’s mind, like her own, would already be racing; madly trying
to guess what Mark’s latest erotic scenario would involve. Having survived
fantasies one to eleven, they already understood the nature of the challenges
they were likely to experience during the evening that loomed ominously ahead.
will be less delighted than Clara, perhaps, when I tell you that this trip is
intended as a lesson for you; possibly a punishment.’
herself for a second, the PA lifted her head and stared Mark squarely in the
smiled; his eyes, however, did not. ‘You wonder why? Why, when you are forever
questioning my instructions?’
‘But Mark, I
…’ Anya stopped talking, aware that by asking why she was simply proving his
point. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath her white shirt, as her
employer continued to stare at her.
‘Oh my dear
Anya, you may never question me out loud.’ Mark’s voice was velvety soft, yet
the potential danger of disagreeing with him shone in his eyes. ‘But I know
that you constantly query my actions by your reaction to them. Subconscious or
not, it has to stop.’
believe it; she had always been so dutiful. The perfect assistant. The willing
slave. How could Mark know she privately questioned her existence; her choice
at being here with him and Clara, living this less than “ordinary” existence?
hovering uncomfortably next to Anya as Mark came closer. ‘Tonight,’ he said,
pulling off Anya’s shirt and bra, exposing her luscious chest to the cool of
the room, ‘you will both face a combination of experiences that together make
up Fantasy 12. Won’t it be lovely to be able to tick another task from our
answer; experience had taught them that nine times out of ten his questions
the women round; removing Clara’s top as he did so, so he could see both his
employees’ bare backs. There, in neat script, a permanent pen had been used to
write “Fantasy 1”, “Fantasy 2” and so on, all the way down – the numbers
following the length of their spines, finishing with the words “Fantasy 13”.
The first 11 rows of black lettering had bright red ticks next to them.
more tasks to go.’
This time the
girls risked a fleeting glance at each other, exchanging a look of mutual
blood-hammering exhilaration twinned with an erotic anticipation it would have
been hypocritical to deny.
his brief periods of leisure, had painstakingly detailed many lust-driven
scenarios he wished to both direct and bring to life. He often wrote notes,
accompanied by intricate diagrams of erotic, slightly disturbing, but
ultimately satisfying fantasies, in a leather-bound journal that only he was
allowed to read.
Clara knew that the final fantasy, when it came, would be both more difficult
and different to anything they’d ever previous experienced. They feared it.
They also longed for it. Mark was a clever man, for as each new task unfolded
he pushed his faithful staff along with him, darkening their desires and needs
closer and closer to his own. Making them as keen as he was to see how far they
could go. To see how much they could physically take as they accompanied Mark
on his journey of extreme sexual sightseeing.
clammy sheen of perspiration broke out on Anya’s face, arms, and breasts as
Mark danced a finger across her skin. ‘You will both go to your room and change
into the clothes I’ve placed upon your beds. You will remain there until I call
you.’ Mark pointed to the door, and his employees headed to their small,
twin-bedded room without a sound.
considered some of the things she and Clara had been required to do over the
last six months, Anya privately reassured herself that the trepidation shooting
down her spine was understandable and acceptable. It was also irrational, for
she knew that Fantasy 12 might not only be tolerable, but enjoyable; and that just
because the end of the list was in sight, it didn’t mean the night ahead would
involve anything worse than she’d survived before. She could handle this. They
both could – no problem.
Then Anya saw
supported nothing but a leather dog collar...
If you’d like to
find out exactly what happens once Anya puts on that dog collar, then you can
buy The Voyeur as an e-book from
Amazon UK, Amazon.com, and all good book and e-retailers.
Kay Jaybee was nominated as the
Best Erotica Writer of 2013 and 2014 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 KinkOne 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.