The Truth Behind Tania
- The Bitch from Making Him Wait!!
Thanks ever so much for inviting me over to your fab site today Elizabeth to share a secret about one my characters from my BDSM romance, Making Him Wait.
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!
There is a well known saying in the writing world- well, it’s written across one of my t-shirts anyway- ‘Careful or you’ll end up in my novel!’
And it’s true! A writer has a million ways of taking his or her revenge on someone who has wronged them- and what a wonderfully safe way to do so!
When I was a teenager I committed the ultimate sin- I enjoyed school!! How dare I?!! As a result, I was bullied by a particularly unpleasant pupil. She was however, very shrewd, very pretty, and extremely good at hiding her nastiness- as a result, no one would ever have believed how utterly foul she was to me. I put up with so much- but now, all these years later, I’ve had my revenge in the shape of Tania, the manipulative self-serving ex girlfriend of Maddie, the artist heroine of the tale.
Here’s a little extract introducing Tania- Maddie has been forced to ask her to model for some of her art- but she hadn’t banked on Tania moving herself into her studio...
Always sluggish in the mornings, Tania was exactly where Maddie had known she would be. Curled up in the studio’s double bed, covered in only a single thin cotton sheet, which suggestively highlighted every contour of her lithe body.
Tania’s crystal-cut eyes might have been closed, but Maddie was convinced that she was awake. This was an old ploy. Her I’m-all-curled-up-and-am-adorably-ravishable-when-asleep look.
Maddie’s vulva quivered without permission from her brain, forcing her to exhale slowly. Allowing her body to both register and accept its desire to let Tania make love to her in her own special way, but also to understand that was not going to happen, Maddie made herself focus entirely on her easel.
The previous evening, determined to get Tania out of her life again as soon as possible, Maddie had placed Tania in position: standing in her bright cerise silk underwear, her red hair piled high in a swishing horsetail on the very top of her head, her arm raised and a black riding whip held aloft.
While Tania waxed lyrical about how fantastic and successful the past months had been, about how many “just fabulous darling” photographers she had posed for and then slept with and how her current tan had been “topped up on Mauritius, babe – you should try it”, Maddie collected up some black and pink felt-tip pens of varying nib thicknesses and lined them up next to the easel.
Then, closing her ears to Tania’s self-obsessed boasting (most of which Maddie suspected was exaggerated for effect) and denying her own body’s treacherous insistence that it could benefit from being on the receiving end of Tania’s expert whip action, Maddie phoned Freya. Having explained about the fast approaching art exhibition, she invited the blonde to pose for her the following afternoon alongside Sara. This meant that Maddie only had a short time in which to finish the 1920s style poster she was creating of Tania in mid-lash.
“For heaven’s sake! It’s ten o’clock in the morning. Get up will you! I’m on a deadline here.”
“All right, all right!!” Tania affected her trademark pouty sulk that instantly managed to annoy the hell out of Maddie, even though she hadn’t had to put up with it for months.
“Stop behaving like a spoiled brat. You’re nearly forty, not ten!”
“Ouch!” Tania sat up in the bed, deliberately allowing the bed sheet to fall so that the artist was treated to a view of two ample tits pointing invitingly in her direction.
Maddie couldn’t help but laugh. It was all so obvious. “Still collecting all your seduction moves from bad porn films then.”
“You used to like bad porn films.”
“I still do, but I don’t want to live in one!”
“Ouch times two!” Tania waggled a finger towards Maddie as if she was telling her off for being naughty. “Don’t be nasty darling, it doesn’t suit you. Why don’t you pop over here and I’ll give you a little spanking.” Tania cocked her head to one side. “You know you want to. Your succulent bottom has been dying for the slap of my palm since I walked through your door. No point in denying it – I can tell these things.”
Maddie had no intention of denying it. “Of course I bloody do! I want to do a whole lot of things. But what I want to do and what I allow myself to do are entirely different things. Right now I have to finish this poster. So will you haul yourself out of that bed, put some underwear on and get into position.”
Groaning, Tania swept her long sleek hair into its usual high ponytail and padded naked, with deliberately tempting wiggles of her rear, across the carpet. “Alright if I use the bathroom first, is it?”
“Just don’t be your usual two hours!”
Tania snorted derisively and, continuing to sway her hips provocatively, walked towards the stairs. As she reached the top rung she turned. “How come you’ve gone so cold? You were always in control of yourself, but not like this.”
“I had a good teacher.” Maddie’s pulse thudded in her throat, annoyed at the effect her ex-lover’s succulent flesh still had on her.
By the time Tania reappeared – stark naked, but now washed and made-up in such a fashion that would pass muster on any Hollywood film set – Maddie had prepared, undercoated and set aside two canvases to dry for later use.
Tania, who was taking her time putting on the bra and panties she’d been drawn in the day before, took a swig of her now cold coffee. Then, blatantly basking in the irritation of her companion, she picked up her whip and, as if she had never moved, adopted exactly the same posture as the day before, down to the last millimetre.
Maddie couldn’t help but be impressed. This was why she had got Tania back here. She might be a self-serving pain in the backside, but she was bloody good at her job.
As the strokes of her pens squeaked satisfyingly over the board, fuchsia-pink lines overlaying and highlighting strokes of black with neat precision, Maddie found that her pen knew where to go from memory alone. She had drawn, painted and chalked Tania so often that her usual meditation-like state of concentration simply wasn’t required.
The silence of the room, broken only by the swish of Maddie’s pens against the board as they captured the muscles in the model’s raised arm, was disturbed as Tania asked, “So, do you fuck all your clients and models these days or just some of them?”
Refusing to be stung by the sluttish implication of Tania’s words, Maddie replied, “I have been known to use sex to help some of my clients and models relax.”
“How convenient for you.” Tania’s voice was light – too light – and Maddie could detect the old familiar, carefully contained, brittle jealousy racing to the surface.
“It is, isn’t it? Save’s me the stress of having a paranoid lover.”
“I was not paranoid!” Tania snapped, without moving. “I believe in monogamy, that’s all.”
“Of course you do, Tan.” Maddie put down the thick marker she’d been using to outline the curve of her ex’s legs and picked up a thinner one to accentuate her surgically enhanced lips. “And your version of monogamy is so much more interesting than everyone else’s isn’t it?”
Ohhhhh- that Tania is a piece of work!!! And believe me she gets worse!! But don’t worry, she doesn’t get everything her own way...
So- let that be a lesson to you! Never upset a writer, because they might kill you off, torture you, or throw you into a dark dank dungeon forever!! In fact, to be on the safe side, be nice to everyone, just in case they become a writer in the future...you never know!!!
Thanks again Elizabeth,
Kay Jaybee wrote the novels Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), The Perfect Submissive (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
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Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – Twitter @JennyKaneAuthor