#MySexySaturday {26} - Healing Hark (WIP)

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 had just come home from a lousy day at work, only to find Hark and Diachi fighting. Irritated he blows up at his master and guest. The fall out ends up being quite....steamy.  

Bryan fidgeted under the intense look. Then his shoulders slumped. “You know what? I’ve already earned the mother of all punishments for my outburst. I can’t deal with this right now. I’m going to go take a hot shower and try to forget this day happened.” He released Hark’s arm and stared up at him. “But I still expect to you to be here when I get out. Don’t make me hunt your ass down. I may not be a badass special ops guy but I know a few who are.” Then Bryan stalked toward the bedroom.

“Hana? I didn’t give you permission to go shower nor did I get my welcome home kiss.” Diachi crossed his arms over his chest. 

Hark waited to see what Bryan would do. He thought for a moment Bryan would ignore his master’s command and slip into the room, but instead the submissive man spun around and retraced his steps. 

“Fine.” Leaning down, Bryan covered Diachi’s lips and gave him a slow but deep kiss. When he pulled back, his cheeks were flushed. Hark wanted to groan as Bryan licked his lower lip as if savoring the taste of his master. “Welcome home, Master. May I take a shower to wash the grime off, before you deal with my punishment?” 

Diachi must’ve have been just as floored by Bryan’s actions as Hark was because he finally nodded. “Go. You have ten minutes, not a second more.” 

“Thank you, Master.” The relief in Bryan’s one was obvious before he disappeared into the master bedroom. 

Diachi watched his submissive disappear before turning to him and examining him until Hark could’ve sworn that no part of him was untouched.

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