Maisy’s Keeper by Saffron Hayes

A hidden world, a dashing man to guide her through it, and a whole new identity to explore…

An impulsive moment of curiosity propels event planner Maisy Bennett into the glamorous tunnels of Club Drift, an elegant haven for people with an alternative lifestyle.

There she meets Dan, an experienced Dom who is happy to show her the ropes, but determined not to form attachments.

When Maisy’s present and Dan’s past conspire to keep her adrift, can Maisy find a place in this strange new world?

SKU: B07C59ZJNV Categories: Contemporary, Erotica Tags: BDSM, club romance, club series, Domination and Submission, Saffron Hayes

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About the author:

Saffron Hayes is the British author of ‘Romance and Ropes’ novels set in Club Drift. She lives near London with two dogs and many, many books.

Her work features inquisitive subs, communicative Doms, SSC realistic BDSM kinky stuff, and a side helping of laughter – just like all the best sex, right?
Look for Saffron at www.saffronhayes.co.uk, on Twitter, and on Facebook.

Here is a short sample from the book:

One of the female waitresses ran up with a gin and tonic, her white beaded dress sparkling in the candlelight. When she passed the drink over Maisy saw that the blue padded handcuffs the waitress wore said ‘BAR’ just like Dan’s armband.
“Thanks, how much do I owe you?”
“Oh nothing, it’s all covered on newbie night. See you later.”
She scurried away to serve someone else when she saw Dan returning, blue armband replaced with a plain black one that made it look as if one sleeve of his t-shirt was longer than the other. “Ready?”
“Sure.” She walked with him to the gap in the bar that had steps down to floor level then followed him to a comfy looking booth on the main room’s back wall.
She noted with approval that there were several thick rugs scattered around the seating areas and felt less concerned about the kneeling bar-goers. “What’s with the armbands?”
He glanced at his as if he was so used to it he’d forgotten its existence, “That’s Claude’s idea. He likes to keep us well labelled. Sit, please.”
She did, pleasantly surprised to find that while some of the burgundy chairs were plush velvet, others were leather or wood covered in throws. Somebody with an excellent eye for colour and texture had decorated this place.
He sat next to her and folded his hands on the table, a non-threatening, relaxed stance, “A lot of the more senior members volunteer their time to keep the place running smoothly. They might tend bar, monitor trainees, keep an eye out for any problems during scenes, or help new members think about their limits list. All kinds of things, really. Really we’re here as the ones you ask if you need someone you can trust. Claude gives us these daft things so people can spot us.”
“Right, I think I get that.” She hesitated, “And the handcuffs on the others at the bar?”
“Trainee subs who help out in exchange for reduced membership and BDSM tuition.”
“Wow, that’s a thing?”
“Mmhmm. Interested?”
“Me?” She nearly spat out her sip of gin and tonic. “No, gosh no. No offence, but I’m just curious.”
“Just curious, Just Maisy,” he smiled, a cheeky glint in his eyes.
“Yeah. Just little old me.” She blushed and scrambled for something to say to take the attention off her, “Aren’t there trainee Doms?”
He rubbed his stubbly chin, “You know, I said the same thing when Claude introduced the programme. It’s not that we’re against the idea, there just hasn’t been any interest. My theory is that some newbie Dom egos are so big they wouldn’t ask for a full training thing, so we just answer questions and give them tips casually. Still gets the job done, more or less.” He folded his hands back on the table and Maisy noticed that he was watching her intently – like one might watch the train timetable. Casually, but attentive and looking for vital information
“So,” Daniel’s easy grin revealed outrageously deep dimples which she was simultaneously very jealous of and a little bit in love with, “You want to find out how deep your submissive nature runs?”
She suddenly felt off balance. He put his hand palm up on the table, offering an anchor. She took it and was surprised to find she felt a little steadier right away.
“Don’t panic, sweetheart.”
“I’m not panicking.” Her eyes were wide and darting around the cosy nook, looking anywhere but at him.
“I can see you’re a little overwhelmed and that’s fine, but you can relax,” he watched her as though she was a startled animal, his voice low and calming. Maybe he was worried she was going to bolt. To be honest, she wasn’t sure if he’d be mistaken in that concern. “Nothing is going to happen tonight, we’re just talking. You can talk to someone else if you’d prefer. A woman, perhaps? You do want to learn more about Club Drift, don’t you?”
She nodded slowly and leaned forward to take a long sip of gin and tonic from the straw. When she sat back she felt a little more centred. “You’ll do. To talk to I mean.”
He must have noticed she’d relaxed a little. “Good girl,” he grinned and picked up his own drink, chuckling under his breath when his words sent an almost imperceptible shiver through Maisy.
“So,” she said, watching him almost as closely as he’d watched her, “You’re a… you do…we’re sexually compatible.”
He barked out a loud laugh that made her jump, “That’s one way to put it, yes.”
“And you’re experienced with this stuff?” Her tongue felt thick and stupid in her mouth.
“What stuff?” He edged closer, his movements measured and unhurried. Slowly, so she could see him coming, Dan reached out to cup her chin.
“Um,” all logical thought evaporated as she stared into his eyes. If she shifted towards him she’d end up on his lap, face clasped in his huge hand. What would that feel like?
The shiver was even more noticeable this time. He grinned broadly, “Oh, that stuff.” He released her chin and brushed his fingers up her face, her neck, before wrapping them in her hair.
She pulled away; he let go immediately and leaned back, giving her space. Wide-eyed and flushed, Maisy felt herself lean into the space where he had been, missing the light pressure on her scalp.
Daniel was watching her with the same careful attention as before. She sat back, cheeks reddening.
“I’m sorry, I-” She didn’t know what to say. She’d fallen at the first hurdle. Not to mention the fact she was behaving like a horny teenager. Why was he having this effect on her? He’s hot, well, he’s beyond hot, but she was usually pretty reserved on dates – and this wasn’t even a date.
She thought she heard him tut before he spoke. “Sweetheart, rule one: Don’t be sorry for what you feel. Be confused, aroused, angry, turned off, whatever, but don’t apologise for it. Which one are you?”
“Confused,” She muttered, followed by an almost inaudible, “Aroused.”
“There you go, the tunnel didn’t cave in because you admitted you liked something.” His easy smile was comforting.
She nodded and took another big sip of her drink. Why was this so difficult?
“I told you nothing is going to happen. Not tonight. We’re just talking. Do you feel like you can’t get away?”
She shook her head.
“Do you want to talk about this, to figure out what you might want from someone like me in a place like this?”
She hesitated, then nodded.
“Well then, sweet little sub, let’s just enjoy that without worrying about what happens next. If I do anything that you don’t like, you tell me. That’s how this works, whether I’m holding your hand or fucking you senseless.”