For the June Tuesday Tease, I bring you a taste of Master
Trey from Educated by the Master.
This novella will be part of the next SFR Shooting Stars sci-fi romance
anthology coming this fall. It’s also the prequel to Master Trey’s full length
novel (yet to be written) in the Sons of Tallav series. I’m currently writing
Rand. Trey is next in line especially now that I’ve written his prequel.
Tease:
It hadn’t occurred to Trey that LS Quantum and Beta Tau were
two sides of the same coin. Sure, LS Quantum was a spaceship, and Beta Tau was
a planet. But in every other respect they were the same large, climate
controlled settings designed to provide trendsetting pleasure venues to paying
customers and entertainment for all ages and palates, including his own kinky tastes.
The insight came when a middle-aged woman eased alongside
him, brushing her shoulder against his and asking where his cabin was located
on the ship. Her skimpy halter, skin tight slacks, and the bright pink hair she
was sporting did nothing to enhance her appeal. This was Beta Tau all over. The
glare he aimed at her didn’t force her to step back. Good gods! I’d be at Quantum’s shuttle service gate if Patsy
O’Shaughnessy hadn’t insisted on meeting me here. He scanned the customers of the bland space
station lounge. No. Still on my own.
An expert at fending off tourists on Beta Tau, he’d offer to
take them to the club, tie them up, and use a bullwhip on them. Most scurried
away. He handed anyone who accepted his proposition over to staff at the club. Bondage
was part of his personal kink, but he preferred to use a flogger. The whip was
the specialty of the Whip Hand’s owner, Randolph Meryon, Trey’s boss.
The neon-haired tourist ran a finger down his upper arm.
“Maybe we could get together on board? I’ve heard bald men are really good in
bed.”
When he dropped his gaze to where she’d touched him, the
woman tittered. Eyes narrowed, he leveled his full focus on her. “Sure. If
you’re into knife play, I might be able accommodate you. I’d have to ask my
girlfriend. She’s the one who does the cutting.” He followed his words with a
feral grin.
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