This book is a sequel, so I thought it might be worthwhile to run through the events leading up to the story. Book one in the series is called His House of Submission and it introduces the characters of Jasper Jay and Sarah Wells and describes how they come together in a D/s relationship.
At the start of the novel, Sarah has recently finished her postgraduate studies in History, and she has taken on a summer stop-gap job cataloguing all the art and antique treasures in a secluded mansion house belonging to acclaimed film director, Jasper Jay. Jasper is away filming and her only other company is the groundsman, Will, with whom she embarks on a fling out of boredom and loneliness.
One night, Will takes her into Jasper’s bedroom and shows her his secret treasure chest…a chest full of BDSM paraphernalia. Here’s a taste of what happens next:
It contained things I had never seen in my life before, silicone things that were a little bit like dildoes but with an outward flare halfway along the length.
‘What the hell are these?’
‘Don’t you know?’
‘I’ve never done anything kinky,’ I defended myself.
‘Butt plugs, my love,’ he said, picking one up.
‘Oh, don’t touch it!’
I shook my head. I knew I was panicking, but I couldn’t seem to rein myself in.
‘Fingerprints,’ I mumbled.
He burst out laughing at that, waving the butt plug in the air.
‘You’re funny,’ he said, between fresh gusts of mirth.
‘You’ll have to share the joke.’ A third voice spoke from the doorway.
I fell backwards on to my arse, my hand clamping my mouth so hard and fast I almost knocked a couple of teeth out.
I watched through wide-stretched eyes as everything seemed to crash into slo-mo. Will dropped the butt plug and raised himself to his feet, shoulders back, squared for combat.
The man in the door was, presumably, Jasper Jay, though he wasn’t the way I remembered him from that medical soap he used to be in when I was a girl. Of course, a lot of water had passed under the bridge since then – fifteen year’s worth. He wasn’t a fresh-faced bright-eyed youth in a white coat now. He stood with one arm braced against the door frame, in an expensive suit, its light biscuit colour accentuating his dark looks. He had that famous-person thing of looking somehow bigger and shinier and brighter than a real man. I hadn’t fancied him in the medical soap, or in the many news clips of him accepting the Palme d’Or, but now I could almost see the vortex of charisma inside which he existed.
But now wasn’t a good time to be ogling my boss.
Now was about the worst time ever for that kind of thing.
Well, poor old Will gets the push, but to her surprise Sarah is kept on. It soon turns out that she was hired on the strength of an article she wrote about Victorian sex toys. Jasper had an idea she might be the right person to look at his collection…
They soon fall into an intense affair, isolated from the rest of the world in a beautiful kinky bubble. But Will is still living nearby, and he’s intent on revenge. Here’s how Sarah finds out.
‘Jasper!’ I called, but answer came there none.
So there I was, hanging from a tree, dripping with semen, plugged and whipped in the open. The bastard.
After ten minutes, I became genuinely anxious that he wasn’t coming back. There had been an accident. He had taken an urgent call. He had fallen asleep.
The crackle of undergrowth lifted my heart and opened up my lungs for big breaths of relief.
‘That was mean,’ I called out. ‘Really mean.’
The crackling stopped and I craned my neck round, but he was just beyond my range of vision.
‘Please, sir, could you untie me now? My arms are aching.’
‘I don’t know about that.’
My feet left the floor and I almost broke the branch in my efforts to twist around.
‘Well, fuck me. Look what the bastard’s gone and got himself. A willing little sex slave. I knew he’d got you into his kinks, but I didn’t know what a pervy little slut you were. I’d have gone to town on you if I had.’
‘Fuck off, Will. He’ll be back any minute.’
‘I’d rather fuck you than fuck off,’ said Will.
I could hear the leer in his voice and I stiffened.
‘Don’t even think about it,’ I hissed, as threatening as I could make it from my position of humiliating bondage.
‘What would you do about it?’ He moved closer, sucking in a breath. ‘Ouch, that looks sore. Seriously, what are you doing with this guy? He enjoys hurting you. I don’t get it.’
‘I want him to. I like it.’
‘And, to think, you didn’t even know what a butt plug was…’
‘Yes, I did.’
‘And now you’ve got one stuffed up your bum. Did you have it in when he fucked you?’
‘Just…fuck…off. Don’t even think about touching me or I’ll have Jasper on to you faster than ―’
‘Oh, stop it. I know he doesn’t like to share his toys. I hope you aren’t getting in too deep, though. It won’t last. It never does.’
‘Go away,’ I said, but my resolve was weaker, shot down by his wounding words. I both did and didn’t want to know what he had to say about Jasper’s track record.
‘He’s a collector, love. You know that. And he isn’t about to stop collecting. You’re just another entry on the list.’ He paused for a moment while I tried to ignore all the implications of this statement. Not listening. Don’t want to know. Then he spoke again. ‘Then again, you could just be the last. His style might just be cramped, pretty soon.’
Will’s efforts to blackmail Jasper result in mistrust between the lovers that almost wrecks their relationship. Sarah manages to head off her vengeful ex, but Jasper wants to up the ante and make Sarah commit to a future with him that might compromise her career plans. Here’s how the story ends:
‘Yes, yes, yes,’ he hissed. ‘Feel that now.’
The orgasm seemed to go on and on, aftershocks and vibrations continuing to inhabit my senses. When he came, pumping into my back passage like a man possessed, I almost experienced a second wave.
It was perfect. My life, here, with him, was perfect. He knew what I was, and only he could nourish that part of me.
I was only semi-conscious when he pulled out and untied me, then laid me on the bed. I was trembling all over and aching and sore and just, oh, it was the best feeling. I was floating.
He took off the period costume and lay with me in his arms, cradling me, making soothing noises and stroking my hair.
‘When do you have to start your job?’ he whispered.
‘End of September. Four weeks.’
‘Come to France with me.’
‘Surely you can spare a couple of weeks?’
Actually, I could. There was nothing to stop me going for a short holiday.
‘I’d need to…tickets and passports and all that. And I’m supposed to be spending some time with my family…’
‘You can spare a couple of weeks,’ he repeated. ‘If we part company now, you’re going to have the worst sub drop of all time. I’d be neglecting to care for you properly. Come on. Have a fortnight’s holiday in France. After that…we’ll see.’
‘Well, I suppose…’ I thought about this. I was desperate to stay with him, on so many levels, but also afraid of leaving this place. It was as if we only existed here and our dynamic couldn’t translate to the real world. And France was in the real world, or so I’d been told. I loved him here, with all my heart, but would I love him there? And there would be people everywhere, curious colleagues and beautiful actresses and clamorous paparazzi.
‘Say yes. You have to say yes. I’m not leaving you like this.’
‘Do you really want me in your real life?’ It seemed absurd, too much to hope for.
‘I want you. There aren’t any conditions to it. I just want you. But you don’t feel the same?’
No. I did. I felt exactly the same.
‘I’ll come,’ I said. ‘But I’m still taking that job.’
‘Of course. Now get in the shower and I’ll drive you up to get your passport. There’s a lot of packing to do.’
So By His Command takes up their tale, with Sarah working at the Victorian House Museum and Jasper full of plans for their relationship.
If you’d like to know what happens to them next, the book is available from Amazon: http://www.amazon.co.uk/By-His-Command-Justine-Elyot-ebook/dp/B00I2GZRM0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1395667252&sr=8-1&keywords=justine+elyot+by+his+command
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