Update on coming attractions 8/28/23

Since the story I'm working on right now is going to be a longer one, I'm dropping in to share a quick preview :)

I'm at about 5,000 words right now and a little less than half done.

It follows a couple in a political marriage. The bride and groom have each been given a mission to win the other's heart without giving up their own, in order to take control of the known galaxy. Naturally, this makes their intimate activities complicated, because they're both on the hunt for what drives the other one wild, while being coy about their own wants.

Her spies have been able to discover that he frequents BDSM dungeons... but not the details of what he likes to do there.

Here's a snippet from their wedding night.

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“I was advised to spank you tonight,” said Leora, wedging her hand under his ass and giving him a firm squeeze. “Would you like that? Or is that too obvious as well? Your ass is probably tougher than it looks by now. Maybe you’d prefer to be punished here instead.”

She moved her hand to his inner thigh.

“Or here.”

She brushed his balls, which contracted reflexively under her touch.

“Here.”

She gave his left nipple a light flick.

“Here?”

She stroked his cheek, the same one he’d had repaired right before the ceremony. He flinched away before he could stop himself.

“Nope.” Recognition and pity crossed Leora’s face for a fraction of a second, and she moved on quickly. “Definitely not there.”

Hit me anywhere, Trisque thought at her. Just do it without anger. Make me beg for each one, so that you’re absolutely sure that I mean it.

That would be difficult for her, of course, if he refused to give feedback.

“What are you here?” she asked him, wrapping her hand gently around his half-erect cock. She held it perfectly still, not stroking.

“Pet. Slave. Student. Toy.” She paused slightly after each word, eyes piercing his. “Good boy. Bad boy. Secret slut.”

He felt the twitch under her fingers. So did she.

“All right.” Leora shifted her body a little closer to his. “What kind of slut are you? Are you ashamed of your dirty, dirty appetites? Or shameless? What makes you feel sluttier? How desperate you are for your own pleasure, or the ways I’m going to use you for mine?”

Disappointment twinged at the pit of Trisque’s stomach as the moment passed and Leora pulled him down the lesser of two roads.

Her calling him a slut was… well, it was fine, especially in the husky voice she used for it, but slut wasn’t the word that had started to harden him.

Give me a secret, he pleaded silently. Hide it inside me, where no committee can demand a part of it. Take something I’ll miss. Leave something I can’t get rid of. Splash tonight all over tomorrow. Make me think of you so often that I forget what loneliness and boredom feel like. Don’t let my real life swallow me back up again, ever.

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And yes, I'm also working on outlining the next BPC arc :)