For this week's snippet, I've taken another 150-ish words from my current WIP, Healing Hark. Not only is this a first for me (a m/m/m bdsm novel) but it's a story I'm taking the time to get right. So I apologize for the delays on this book. Pardon the pun, but I don't want to fuck up Hark's story. With that being said. Please enjoy the snippet. It is taken from the scene just before the #MSS snippet in the previous post. Hark and Bryan have come into Bryan's office only to find his assistant of many years beaten unconscious and left to be found. So enjoy and be sure to stop by the rest of the contributor's blogs.
“Silence isn't an option, sub.”
The stress Hark placed on the last word sent a shiver down Bryan's spine. Unlike some submissives who baulked at the idea of acknowledging their submissiveness any place outside of a playroom, Bryan found comfort in the word. It reminded him of his place in life. That it wasn't wrong to be submissive. To let another take control. It had him yearning to give over - even if it was at his place of work.
“I...” He bit his lower lip, ducking his head to hide his eyes - a move that he'd never have been able to get away with his master. Hark tipped his head up with one finger under his chin.
“Before you say another word, or even try to protest, remember your master gave you to me during business hours.” Hark's gaze seemed hungrier. “To protect. To punish. To hold even - if that's what you need.” Hark drew a deep breath, the muscles on his chest expanding. “All you have to do is ask, little one.”
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