Jumping ahead to the last (steamy) bedroom scene of Luc and Bry’s Saturnalia celebrations. Here’s a wee bit. Raw and unedited. As always, things may change in the final version, but submissive Luc will stay. 😀
Although the sun had set long ago, Dom’s master chamber was still cozy. Layers of thick bed covers obscured the large mattress; a gilded brazier burning in the corner warmed the night air. Wringing his hands, Bry nearly jumped out of his tunic when heavy knuckles rapped hard on the massive wooden door.
Bryaxis cleared his throat and lowered his voice in an attempt to feign confidence despite his trembling fingers. “Enter!”
After he crossed the threshold, Lucius gently closed the door behind him. He smiled as he carried a bronze jug and an ornate box to the narrow table against the wall. “Permission to serve you drink, sir?”
“Permission granted.” The whispered words rolled nervously off Bry’s tongue.
Lucius’s blue eyes twinkled. “Would you prefer me naked, sir?”
“No, not yet.”
Now that sounded better, Bryaxis thought. More self-assured, less servile.
While his master poured red wine into two silver cups, Bry rubbed his sweaty palms against the fabric covering his thighs before blowing out a silent breath.
Oh, gods. These scene is… wow. Slave!Lucius is damn hot.
Happy Sunday, lovelies!