Tears of Time: Chapter 21 Preview
Chapter 21 Preview...
How does this scene play out? Does it seem like Julian? I have not made up my mind. I can't decide if Julian is just being too mean. But it might be more that I know how mean it is...and I think that a reader would understand as well...but Julian is not really aware of how horrible it is.
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If he did not agree to wear the 'toy,' he could assuredly forget any chance of getting access to the Orb of Time. He had never used such devices. The idea of walking around in public with one in use. It was humiliating.
“No one will know that it is there,” Garak assured, moving toward him. All he had to do was get the object situated within Julian, and Julian would not be able to do anything about it. And if he tried, at least Garak would get to enjoy a beautiful show.
“Couldn't we just say you haven't done that yet?” Julian asked, backing up against the wall.
“It would not make sense. To say you are a highly skilled sex slave, which is what all your markings and clothing now announce and have it appear as if you have not been satisfied deeply.”
Julian scowled. It did not make sense for him to appear to be a sex slave that had not been pleasuring Garak. Granted he had not pleased Garak, not in his mind anyway.
“What do I get out of wearing your gift?” Julian asked, pressing closer to the wall. Honestly, Garak was pushing a lot.
“You will learn how pleasing it is. You and I will be the only ones who know about it,” Garak kept his voice calm and soothing. He approached the cross human.
Julian stood with his arms crossing his stomach. He scowled at his feet. Garak had several points. It would not be for long, and if it would help people...he could...but he did not have to be happy about it.
Garak wrapped an arm around Julian's shoulders, drawing him close. Garak moved him toward the bed.
Julian ignored the arms, continuing to scowl. There were so few choices. Garak was capable of anything, and about needing a foolproof cover was necessary. Also, he needed Garak's help, and the quickest way of securing Garak's help and favor was to do something for him. Cardassians were stringent about repaying debts. But he was Garak's slave, in Garak's mind and likely in the eyes of the Cardassian legal system, so it might be considered his duty to do as Garak asked. But showing how much he cared would surely get through soon.
Garak rubbed gently on Julian's shoulders. The human seemed to be coming around. It was not the most pleasing way of making Julian appear pleasured, but Julian was still not ready.
“If you do this for me, I will be very grateful,” Garak whispered, leaning forward and kissing on Julian's jaw. He eased Julian into a bent over position as he lowered his trousers.
Garak pressed a kiss to Julian's lower spine, as he activated the toy to lubricate itself. He swiped some of the scented oil on his hands and rubbed it between the human's cleft. After Julian was prepared, he eased the toy into place as the human whimpered and clawed the bedspread. He slid his hand up Julian's arching back.
Julian blushed as he thought of what Garak's gratitude might mean. He forced away the memory of the finger pressed into him, the delicate kisses, the heat in the blue eyes. Garak deserved to pay a little for this indignity. He would wear it, but Garak deserved what he was about to say, lie that it was. Garak was rarely honest. Maybe a shot from his own hypospray would do him good.
“I've had better.”
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How does this scene play out? Does it seem like Julian? I have not made up my mind. I can't decide if Julian is just being too mean. But it might be more that I know how mean it is...and I think that a reader would understand as well...but Julian is not really aware of how horrible it is.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If he did not agree to wear the 'toy,' he could assuredly forget any chance of getting access to the Orb of Time. He had never used such devices. The idea of walking around in public with one in use. It was humiliating.
“No one will know that it is there,” Garak assured, moving toward him. All he had to do was get the object situated within Julian, and Julian would not be able to do anything about it. And if he tried, at least Garak would get to enjoy a beautiful show.
“Couldn't we just say you haven't done that yet?” Julian asked, backing up against the wall.
“It would not make sense. To say you are a highly skilled sex slave, which is what all your markings and clothing now announce and have it appear as if you have not been satisfied deeply.”
Julian scowled. It did not make sense for him to appear to be a sex slave that had not been pleasuring Garak. Granted he had not pleased Garak, not in his mind anyway.
“What do I get out of wearing your gift?” Julian asked, pressing closer to the wall. Honestly, Garak was pushing a lot.
“You will learn how pleasing it is. You and I will be the only ones who know about it,” Garak kept his voice calm and soothing. He approached the cross human.
Julian stood with his arms crossing his stomach. He scowled at his feet. Garak had several points. It would not be for long, and if it would help people...he could...but he did not have to be happy about it.
Garak wrapped an arm around Julian's shoulders, drawing him close. Garak moved him toward the bed.
Julian ignored the arms, continuing to scowl. There were so few choices. Garak was capable of anything, and about needing a foolproof cover was necessary. Also, he needed Garak's help, and the quickest way of securing Garak's help and favor was to do something for him. Cardassians were stringent about repaying debts. But he was Garak's slave, in Garak's mind and likely in the eyes of the Cardassian legal system, so it might be considered his duty to do as Garak asked. But showing how much he cared would surely get through soon.
Garak rubbed gently on Julian's shoulders. The human seemed to be coming around. It was not the most pleasing way of making Julian appear pleasured, but Julian was still not ready.
“If you do this for me, I will be very grateful,” Garak whispered, leaning forward and kissing on Julian's jaw. He eased Julian into a bent over position as he lowered his trousers.
Garak pressed a kiss to Julian's lower spine, as he activated the toy to lubricate itself. He swiped some of the scented oil on his hands and rubbed it between the human's cleft. After Julian was prepared, he eased the toy into place as the human whimpered and clawed the bedspread. He slid his hand up Julian's arching back.
Julian blushed as he thought of what Garak's gratitude might mean. He forced away the memory of the finger pressed into him, the delicate kisses, the heat in the blue eyes. Garak deserved to pay a little for this indignity. He would wear it, but Garak deserved what he was about to say, lie that it was. Garak was rarely honest. Maybe a shot from his own hypospray would do him good.
“I've had better.”
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