Jaye Peaches is visiting today, and sharing her sexy new story with us! Did you see the cover? It is magnificent. It combines two of my favorite things – eroticism and good wine. Come on, who else loves a great glass of wine? Yep, I’m hooked, and can’t wait to read this one, especially after the scene from below. Here’s Jaye 🙂
Hello Katherine and thank you for the chance to share my latest book – Indulge Me
This story is something of a sensory journey for the lead characters, not just in their love of wine, but along a path of erotic exploration. Gideon has up to now treated Saffron to fun erotic games. Not tonight. She’s had too much alcohol and he’s had to bring a different side of him, one she’s not seen before – the dominant.
“Let’s get you upstairs to bed.” He propelled her out of the room and back towards the stairs.
“Ooh, yes, bed.” She tripped on the first step in her excitement. Gideon maintained a tight grip on her elbow and steadied Saffron as she climbed the stairs.
“I don’t understand,” she mumbled. “I didn’t have that much alcohol.”
“You’re used to spitting.”
“I can hold my drink. I’ll have you know,” She pivoted at the top. “Last weekend, I drank at least a bottle on my own.” She regretted the indignant aside the moment she’d said it. She sounded like a piss artist, somebody who drank at every opportunity, as if to make up for the compulsory sobriety at work.
He didn’t comment and directed her towards a door. Another rather plain room with a wardrobe, chest of drawers, a bed and en-suite bathroom.
The walls were horrendously bare, just like downstairs. She loved pictures and covered the walls of her rooms with photographs she’d taken: Tuscan landscapes, snow clad Alps or the mountains of New Zealand. She sometimes treated herself to paintings, paying a small fortune for luxury of paint rather than print. Gideon’s plain interior troubled her, probably because pictures would have helped shown Saffron his tastes and provide more insights into his psyche.
“This place isn’t really mine,” said Gideon.
He’d been watching her, seen something on her face—an expression she’d pulled?—she wasn’t aware of it, but as she was discovering, Gideon didn’t require overt clues in order to read her thoughts. She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles, struggling to ignore the weight of her heavy eyelids.
Gideon pointed at the bed. “Why don’t you sit before you fall over?”
She plonked her weary body on the edge of the mattress. “I am tired,” she declared in an emphatic tone. “Being tipsy and tired does make me seem drunk.”
“Of course.” Gideon raised an eyebrow and smirked.
She patted the bed next to her. “Here, there’s room for two.” The double bed occupied a large portion of the room, but it wasn’t king size. It didn’t look queen sized, either. “It will be cosy,” she added.
“I’m sleeping on the armchair downstairs.” He stepped away.
Loosening her jaw, her mouth dropped open. “No.” She blinked, squeezing her bleary eyes tight together before opening them again. “I’ve been waiting since—”
“You can wait a little longer, Saffron. I don’t bed intoxicated women.”
She deflated—her shoulders sagged and she hung her head with obvious disappointment. Amongst her so-called intoxication, she discerned the tingling sensation lurking in her loins. “You gave me the fucking wine,” she grumbled and kicked her high heels against the divan.
“To enjoy. And don’t swear.” He seemed cross. He clawed at the knot in his tie and loosened it, then unbuttoned his waistcoat.
Her hopes raised—he was reconsidering! She leaned back on her elbows and parted her knees, just enough to show the tops of her stockings. “And now I want something else to enjoy.” She fluttered her eyelashes.
Gideon crouched by her feet, lifted the heel of one foot and undid the strap. Her pulse rate shot up. “Yes, oh, yes.” Undress me!
“I don’t fuck women who are not in a fit state to give consent.” He looked up at her with those bottomless pit eyes, so black and deep—such a stern gaze. Annoyed at his assumption she was unfit to know her own mind, she snatched her foot out of his grip, and the shoe came way in his hand.
Gideon sighed, puffing out his lips. “Your petulance is only helping you lose this argument. This is not the girl I licked wine off on Wednesday, is it?”
God, he sounds just like Dad. “No,” she snapped. “She’s a little pissed off.”
“Pissed, but not off,” he added swiftly. He tugged on the other shoe. “I’m going to undress you and put you to bed.” He placed her high heels neatly side by side. It reflected something else about the house—it was spick and span, devoid of clutter and unnecessary objects. Gideon was fastidious in everything he did.
She collapsed back on the bed, covered her face with her hands and groaned. The change in position triggered another wave of dizziness. Perhaps, he was right. It had been a hectic week, another late night and her tolerance for alcohol had dropped significantly. She unmasked her face to find Gideon leaning over her.
“Sweetheart, there is tomorrow, be patient.” He lowered his lips and kissed her.
She sees him once.
He’s standing across the wine cellar watching her when their eyes meet. Miles away from home in California’s Napa Valley, she’s caught in his gaze. Though, neither one speaks, for a moment the rest of the world falls away, and she sends him a smile.
She sees him again.
Back home in England. Is it the same man? In the middle of a crowded wine fair, she spots him. A smile of recognition, but no words exchanged. She shakes it off, the same line of business, the same events, it’s a small world.
The third is no coincidence.
She’s running a private tasting and in walks her mystery man, dressed in a fine suit. What does she really know about him other than they share a love of wine? She’s intrigued, even more so when she discovers he has sought her out. When he invites her to a private session in a wine cellar, deep underneath a castle, she begins to uncover his secrets.
Saffron surrenders her body and embarks on an indulgent journey with the attractive sommelier, Gideon. As a wine taster, Saffron continually uses her senses to carve out a successful career, driving her to the peak of her profession. However, when Gideon leads her on an erotic adventure fueled by passion and self-discovery, she’s startled to learn that she’s been living her life ignorant of sensory pleasures that require other talents, ones she’d never explored with her previous, disastrous lover. That man, who envies her success, is waiting to strike back and destroy everything she has achieved.
Exploring the world of BDSM and romantic kinky lifestyles has been a passion of Jaye Peaches – to portray the desires beyond the erotic sexual encounters and unearth the personalities that lie beneath. Having written short stories and read many books, she issued a challenge to herself and decided to write her own novels of Domination and submission.
When not writing, Jaye is busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes composing or drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.
Jaye lives in NW England.