Saturday, November 16, 2013

#MyNaughtySaturday {25} Healing Hark

Whether it's seven words, seven sentences or even seven paragraphs, it's all about the heat. It can be sweet or it can be down right naughty - everyone has their own opinion of what is sexy.  For this weeks seven, I've picked seven paragraphs out of Healing Hark, my Nanowrimo submission. Enjoy my sexy seven and be sure to stop by the other peeps blogs. Gotta keep hopping!  


        Despite being in a long-term relationship 
        with his Master and lover, Diachi Rai, 
        CEO Bryan Sterling is feeling restless, 
        and it all has to do with his Master’s 
        new friend, Harkalone “Hark” Akula. 
        Ever since the Native American switch 
        entered his and Master Rai’s home, 
        Bryan’s been distracted and out of sorts. 
        But it’s not just because he finds the man 
        attractive, or that his Master was paying 
        Bryan any less attention with their guest 
        there. It’s his unreasonable fear that Hark 
        is here for more than just a place to stay. 
        No, he just can’t get over the feeling that 
        Hark has an ulterior motive: to make a play 
        for Bryan’s Master. When the fear 
        becomes reality, Bryan panics. 

        Diachi is a man of many secrets, and Hark 
        happens to be one of his darkest. As his 
        first submissive, Hark was partially respon-
        sible for molding Diachi into the Dom he’s 
        become. But when he found himself unable 
        to give Hark what he needed, Diachi had 
        uncollared him, letting the man he loved go, 
        rather than share him. Now Hark is back, 
        scarred and darker than Diachi could ever 
        remember him being. While in love with 
        Bryan, Diachi still can’t find the strength 
        to turn Hark away. But it sets in motion a 
        series of events which he is unprepared for, 
        when Hark requests becoming the third 
        member in his and Bryan’s relationship. 

Seven Sexy Paragraphs
Set up:  Bryan, Diachi's submissive is in the process of showing Hark the private playroom that he shares with his master. Tension is running high because Hark is vastly aware that under the silk kimono Bryan wears is nothing but naked skin - that he wants to touch. 

“And this is our playroom.” Bryan opened the door at the top of the stairs. Hark seemed like a quiet shadow as he'd followed him around the house, declining to enter the bedroom he shared with Diachi, but taking an interest in the formal Japanese garden behind the house. “It's normally locked on cleaning days, or when we have company.”

“Then why are you showing it to me?” Hark stood two steps below him, making Hark shorter than Bryan. 

“Because Master asked me too. You are more than just a guest. You're part of our lifestyle and won't speculate what these things are for, or assume the worst if you happen to stumble onto them.” 

“True.” Hark moved up a step, putting him at eye level with Bryan. “But if you feel uncomfortable having me see this, I will not go in. A playroom, especially a private one, is a sacred place. It is a place where Master and sub feel safest. I will not violate that trust.” 

Bryan tipped his head. “More of your Native American balance stuff?” 

“No. More of my “I'd be pissed if someone entered my playroom uninvited” stuff.” Hark crossed his arms over his chest. “Those who would dare to enter without permission would find my foot up their asses.” 

Bryan laughed and stepped through the doorway. “With that expression, I can see you as a Dom. But believe me, if Master trusts you to enter our playroom, I can do no other. Come in and see where Master drives me out of my mind with pleasure.” 

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