A Mysterious Beauty-Snippet Sunday

~~Warning: Adult content~~

As promised earlier this week, after a long battle with writer's block, I finally have a snippet to share as part of Weekend Warrior’s 8-Sentence Sunday. 

This snippet is from Bound to Her Master, an erotic bondage fantasy I worked on for some time before my unscheduled hiatus. I managed a total of 2,355 words on the manuscript this week, plus another almost 1,800 words of extensive notes for upcoming scenes. Fist pump!

For today's snippet: Lord Stepanyan has just been seated in his private box at the annual slave games, where he has brought the sex slave who has caused weeks of gossip and speculation among the other houses. Everyone was anxious to see the pregnant beauty who came to him straight from the Earth realm, but Stepanyan took the Master's Walk with his slave concealed beneath a large cloak. Now sitting in his seat with his slave posed in an act of service to him, he takes a moment to see the results of his controversial actions.

Stepanyan glanced around at a variety of curious stares, more than a few of which registered open disappointment that his slave’s cloak was still in place. All that was visible of Ti-Hana was the tumble of rare red waves at the back of her head while she knelt before him and demonstrated a discipline he hoped would not fail under the strain of nerves or discomfort over her pose. Despite the fact that little of her was visible, or possibly because of it, attention lingered on the high seat box and its occupants.

When Stepanyan’s gaze traveled over to find Vo’Dan glaring at him, he gave his rival a smile and a nod. Vo’Dan had lost his audience by offering up too much too soon, and he did not appear the least bit gracious about it. And he, too, stole frequent glances at the slave nestled between Stepanyan’s thighs, appearing every bit as eager as the rest to see what temptations lay beneath the cloak.
   Soon, nobles paid call to the box to speak with Stepanyan, and part of his Mastery involved carrying on casual conversation without giving away just how maddening it was to have the luscious head of his ridhonna in his lap. As much as his own attention drifted often to the slave who was attached to him quite literally, he was well aware that the visitors coming to pay respects to the arising lordship seemed more intent on glimpsing the mysterious female than in conversing with him.

So, what do you think?

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