I have Jaye Peaches here with her brand new (and hot) release, Indulge Me! Welcome, Jaye!
Hi Natasha, thank you for having me visit. I’ve brought you my new book, Indulge Me, and a couple of wine tasters. Wine might be Saffron’s passion, however, she’s quickly learning to enjoy a different one, courtesy of Gideon’s little games.
“Captivating,” announced Gideon. “But, I think you might need a little sensory deprivation while I make full use of my senses.”
Saffron rose onto her elbows. “Meaning?”
He went across to the kitchen area and retrieved a tea towel. Swinging the cloth around, he wound it into a coiled roll. She tensed, as he snapped it straight.
“Your eyes. They are mischievous. Has anyone told you that, Saffron? I think they should be shuttered, then you’ll have to concentrate harder.”
“I’m… not sure.” As he ambled over, she rolled onto one side.
“Just your eyes. I’m not confining you in any other way. Believe me, you’ll enjoy this so much more. If it gets too much, there is nothing to stop you taking it off.”
He rested one knee on the bed and leant over her, lowering the makeshift blindfold over her eyes. Darkness descended as a thick band of blackness enveloped by sight, but above and below the folded towel, she could see light peeking in. He tied the ends behind her head, but not too tight. However, when she shook her head, as he asked, the blindfold didn’t slip.
“What now?” she asked as he shifted on the bed. Where was he going?
He straddled her legs, just about her knees, not quite pinning her down with his weight. She wriggled, checking her mobility.
“Oi,” He rapped his knuckles on her bottom. “This won’t work unless you stay still. Now, rest your head on your arms, so your back is arched. I’m making a little slide out of you, a runway for this.”
She tensed, burying her head in her arms as instructed. She knew what to expect this time—a cold liquid, except this time her skin was warmer and the wine icier, it had been in the fridge. She braced herself, crushing her fingers around the pillow, holding her breath.
The first touch wasn’t wine, but Gideon’s hand brushing her hair off her shoulders. The next, the trickle of wine landing between her shoulder blades and slowly dribbling down her spine. She gasped at the frigidity of the fizzy white.
“Oh, fuckety fuck!” The wine tumbled down her back heading towards her coccyx in a continuous stream.
“I would rather you didn’t swear. Save that word for its true purpose.”
“Well, blooming Nora, then!” She yelped as a fresh ribbon of wine began its journey down her back. “This is meant to be sexy!” She griped, shivering.
“No, but this is.”
The soft, oh so delectably warm tip of his tongue touched her lowest vertebrate. Scooping up the spillage, he dragged his tongue up her back, catching the ripples of cold liquid as they descended.
“Oh, fuck!” Saffron screeched at the contrasting wetness of his tormenting appendage and sparkling wine—one cordial, the other arctic. “You’re tickling.” She twisted her shoulders from side to side, sending the wine off in all directions. It didn’t perturb Gideon, who added more wine and continued to lick her.
“Orangey, dry, exquisitely dry. Toast, too, don’t you think?” he murmured.
How would she know? He was the one tasting it. She sank deeper into her pillow, the icy sensation abating and his tongue less ticklish. As she mellowed, he slid to one side of her, his mouth in continuous contact. Kissing away the droplets of the bubbly, he stroked her bottom with his hand. Gentle circular caresses and she squirmed at the tenderness of his touch.Saffron waited for his fingers to explore, to push inside her and conquer.
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.