by C. R. Moss
Soon an older man came along in a wagon. The girl knew the gentleman and was happy to see him. Jack allowed her to take the gifts, they loaded the wagon, and the man and girl went away.
He continued on his walk through the snowy forest and upon his return, there was another maiden sitting where the other had. Jack approached her as he had the first and asked the same of the dark-haired, new girl, “My dear, how are you out here without proper attire?”
She answered quite different than the other, complaining about her feet and hands being like blocks of ice.
Jack tried to be nice and chat with her like he had with the pretty maiden, but this one continued to bitch and moan and not treat him with respect. Absolutely ugly. Her curt answers hurt his ears. Her personality gave new definition to the word bitch. Then when she criticized his winter land and home with harsh description, he lost his temper.
With a full breath of air, he blew on and around her, freezing her to death.
It seemed like seconds later, two FEC representatives—one an elf, the other a fairy—came for him and took him before the council. They understood what happened and why he reacted the way he had, but they also felt he needed to be made an example of. So they sentenced him to punishment.
Jack stirred out of the dream yet didn’t fully wake. The dream had felt so real, as if he’d been watching a different lifetime. If it was a past life and he’d been Father Frost, then he wanted to know where he’d go for punishment. Who carried out the sentence?
Why was all this coming up now?
He felt like he was in a quandary. On the one hand, he knew he and Kristina had to get out of Kol’s house. Somehow they had to escape his grasp, the charms he’d cast over them. On the other hand—and he wasn’t sure if it was some kind of magic Kol used or just his own feelings—he didn’t want to leave the sexy dancer. Jack found himself wanting to explore more of what the man had to offer.
As if thinking of him conjured him, Kol strolled into the room leading Kristina. The beast looked none too happy. A combination of sadness and anger crossed his features. He hoped Kristina wasn’t in trouble again. To his surprise, Kol didn’t put her in a cage or rack her on some other device in the room.
The fiend walked up and stood before Jack. “I’m going to unfetter you. You and Kristina can spend some time with each other in this room while I go tend to business.” Kol released him from his bonds and left the room.
Kristina flew to him and flung herself into his arms. “Oh, Jack. It’s so good to be close to you again. It seems like it’s been forever.”
“I know.” Jack squeezed her, then held her at arm’s length. “Do you know how long he’s going to be gone?”
She shook her head. “No. I figured he and I would be occupied all afternoon, but he became upset, I fell asleep, and next thing I knew, I woke and was brought back.”
“Then we may not have much time.”
“Mmm…” Kristina twirled a finger down his chest. “I’m up for a quickie with my hunky guy.”
He grasped her hand between his. “Maybe after we talk about our being here and what’s been going on.”
“It has been pretty interesting, hasn’t it? And the dreams I’ve been having. Holy cow.”
“Dreams?” Jack wondered if they were anything like his.
“Yeah, I believe all my repressed memories are being released. If my dreams are true, I know who my mother and father are now.”
“That’s great,” the words fell flat from his mouth.
“You don’t seem too excited about my news. You’re quite pale actually. Are you all right?”
He mentally shook off his funk. “I’m fine. I’m glad you’re finding out the truth about your past, but it’s unnerving because I’ve been experiencing the same thing. Except in my dreams, it turns out I’m Father Frost or rather Jack Frost as he’s commonly known.”
“So Mr. Detective, what’s your take on all this?”
Jack rubbed his chin. “I’m not sure. Are we being enchanted? Or are we experiencing genuine feelings for the dancing beast?”
“Feelings?”
“Are you going to tell me that you don’t feel anything for Kol? I’ve seen the way you flirt with him.”
She shrugged. “I won’t deny that I have a soft spot for him, and it seems you do too since you did say ‘we.’ He’s not hard to look at in human form. The man has great taste when it comes to guys, too.” Kristina winked. “A shame Kol can’t stay in that handsome form all the time, eh?”
“I agree with what you’re saying, but what of our lives outside of this place? Are we to forget about everything and everyone?”
She sighed. “No. But do you have any suggestions on how we’re going to get out of here? I’ve tried a number of times, and there’s just no way.”
“I believe there is. During our talk, he mentioned that he can’t stay in human form for too long because it takes a lot of energy out of him. I’m thinking if there’s an optimal time where his sidekick Sidero is busy, and we can keep him in human form for longer than he wants—”
“Maybe he’ll be so drained that he’ll pass out, and we can get out.” She hitched a thumb toward the door.
“Exactly.”
Kristina rubbed his arm, took his hand. “I don’t know, Jack. I’d hate to hurt him. Perhaps if we ask nicely, he’ll just let us go?”
“That’s a possibility. Can I ask you something?” He toyed with her fingers, loving her touch, her warmth.
“Shoot.”
“Tell me truthfully, do you love him? Do you want to stay?”
She chuckled. “Kol’s been asking me the same thing. I’ve told him that I can’t stay. That I like him, but I have a life I miss and would like to get back to. What about you? How do you feel?”
“I like him. He’s charming to be around, and I’ve been intimate with him, but I’d like to get back to my desk and the cases and have more time with you.” Also, after years of being on his own, deep down he was anxious about falling for the dancer and trusting another being with his heart. And so soon after he’d taken that step with Kristina, too. One would think dealing with his feelings now would have been easy since he’d already broken that particular ice block with her. But no.
Was he losing his edge, his grip on his control? He didn’t want to become some love addled fool whose head was in the clouds and not on serious matters like chasing down criminals and what pizza joint to hit for dinner.
“So what do you suggest we do?” Her gaze caught his. Her eyes flickered with uncertainty.
He understood the quandary she felt. Leave and go back to their normal—if you could call what they did and who they were normal—lives? Or stay and undergo the things Kol had to offer and see where things went with him? The temptation was great for the latter, and almost beat out all thoughts of going back. But they had to return.
Jack embraced her again, inhaling her clean, light rose scent. “We hang tight, play it by ear, and we’re either released on good terms, or we exhaust him so we can take off.”
Chapter Nine
Jack was amazed how time continued to tick along and how life in the beast’s mansion became routine. Each day he spent mornings with the fiend, getting a blowjob and offering his ass for Kol’s pleasure. In the afternoons, Kol went off with Kristina. At night sometimes the three of them were together, but most times not. While Kol was off attending to club business, they were confined to their individual contraptions and gagged. He didn’t know if Kristina had asked Kol about being released, and he couldn’t tell her that he’d broached the subject. Kol kept saying he’d think about it, then would kiss him and distract him from his questions.
Yep, I’ve turned addle-brained, letting him sidetrack me all the time. Maybe my fears are coming true.
Kol strolled in like he’d been doing every day for the past several days, unhooked him, put the cock ring on him and led him out. “Today, Jack, I’m going to show you something special. You’re really going t
o like it.”
Before Jack could comment, Kol tugged on the leash, which jerked his cock and balls. Delightful zings coursed up his body.
They traversed across the combination area to a hall on the other side, and a couple doorways down Kol swung a door open.
Stepping into a huge library, which would make any bibliophile jealous, Jack’s mouth dropped open.
“Do you want to take a look around?”
Jack nodded, not able to speak due to the awe of being in such a place—all dark wood, green shaded lamps, leather furniture … and books. Lots and lots of books in one of the best man caves he’d ever seen.
Kol unhooked the lead. “Feel free.”
He couldn’t believe the amount of published documents in the floor to ceiling cases that lined the room. One section held all the classics, most of which were first editions. Must have cost a pretty penny. Another couple of cases contained popular, current day literary and genre fiction books followed by history, philosophy, art…
“Come over here, Jack. You’ll appreciate this.”
Jack strolled across the room to Kol’s side and looked to where the beast pointed. A whole shelving unit stood before him filled with suspense stories and the noirs they both enjoyed reading.
“Wow, Kol. You sure got some place here.” He reached out and stroked the bindings of a few leather bound volumes.
Kol wrapped a human arm around his waist. “You know, all this could be yours if you loved me and stayed with me.”
The pleasure Jack had been feeling dissipated. He sighed. “Kol, you’ve asked almost the same things each day.”
The dancer shrugged. “I keep hoping the answers will change.”
He hated hearing the disappointment in the man’s voice. “Perhaps they could. I know you’re being generous with your hospitality, and you seem to care about me and Kristina, but you have to understand—”
Kol released him and walked over to a window. Golden sunlight streamed in and cast a warm glow over him, contradicting the soft, sad way he’d talked and apparently looked. “Yes, yes, I know. You and she have a life outside of my compound. One that the two of you shared together.”
“We’re not used to being apart for so long. Your letting us be together the other night was great. Maybe if you gave us some more chances like that it would work toward your favor.”
“Sound like a plausible suggestion. I will think on it.”
“Like you’re thinking about letting us go?”
The dancer’s façade rippled showing peeks at his beastly side as if he were upset and losing control. For a split second, Kol glared at him, then his features softened. “Yes.”
Jack sauntered over to him. “Thank you.” He stared into his eyes, disliking the dejection he saw within. “You also have to understand that I like you. A lot. And maybe if I weren’t so dedicated to my job and life, I’d have been more willing to stay here. But that’s not to say we can’t enjoy the time we do have together.”
Kol raised a brow.
In a sudden burst of lust and need, Jack shifted, crushed his mouth to the dancer’s. He loved the feel of the man’s strong lips on his and roughly moved his mouth over his, releasing all the pent up stress he’d been feeling over the past few days. Jack drew his fingertips along the side of Kol’s breast, then cupped it.
“Jack,” Kol stated on a whisper as he pulled away from him. “What are you doing?”
“Shhh...”
Jack dipped his head and licked then sucked on the erect nipple. Kol’s body trembled under his touch.
“Jack?”
“Quiet, Kol. I just want to really please you for once.”
“Does this mean you love me?” Hope returned to Kol’s voice.
“It means I like you.” Jack kissed Kol’s chest bone. “I care about you.” He bent down and kissed his belly button amongst his strong, toned abdomen muscles. “But I don’t think I can drop the L word yet.” Jack grasped the waistband of Kol’s pants and yanked them down.
Kol’s hard cock sprang forward. Jack knelt and took it in his mouth.
With a gasp, the dancer stepped back, pulling his dick away. “Jack? Is this really what you want to do? For days I’ve asked for this. Why now?”
“Look Kol, I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t want to.” He looked up at him and smiled. “As for now… Well, I had to gather my courage to take this step, but now that I’m here—” He clutched Kol’s ass and jerked him forward, making him able to suck on the dancer’s cock again.
The dancer’s breathing deepened, became heavy. Kol moaned and wrapped his fingers around Jack’s head as he slid up and down the dancer’s length. He pulled off and gazed up at Kol again, licking and wetting his fingers with a wink. Kol tilted his head, and Jack answered his silent question when he latched back on to his cock and inserted his moistened digits into Kol’s tight hole. The dancer’s hips picked up the rhythm of the blowjob and fingering. After several long moments of the foreplay, Jack stopped.
Kol whimpered. “Why’d you quit? That was feeling really good.”
Jack smiled and stood. He leaned in and whispered in Kol’s ear, “Cause I want to fuck you this time.”
When he stepped back, he noticed Kol had an ecstatic grin on his face, looking like a kid who’d been granted his biggest Christmas wish. Kol led him over to a red velvet, classic style fainting couch. It was the kind where an arm fed half way down one side, one end had a scroll-like back and the rest of the seat was open.
“Lay down on this, Jack. Knees bent over the end and feet on the floor.”
Jack did as he said, then watched as the dancer went over to a bookcase, and from a panel on the wall that he’d opened, pulled out a trapeze. Kol walked back to the couch, dragging the bar and chains that dangled from a rail on the ceiling. The circus apparatus hovered a few feet above him.
With a bit of his magic, Kol produced the tube of lube and condoms. “Could you do the honors of prepping me, Jack?”
“Sure.” He sat up, took the items from Kol and had the dancer turn around. After a quick kiss to one ass cheek then the other, he covered two of his fingers with the slippery gel and penetrated Kol’s ass again. “Man, you’re so tight.”
Kol chuckled. “You’ll appreciate that fact in a few moments.”
Jack embraced Kol with his free arm, palmed then stroked the dancer’s cock in time with his massaging fingers. “So what’s the trapeze for?”
“It’s going to help me pleasure you and myself at same time. All you’ll have to do is lay there, let me do most of the work and enjoy,” Kol stated between long breaths. “I’d love to tie you up so that it can intensify your first experience.”
“I’m intrigued. Go for it.” With a squeeze to Kol’s hip, he removed his fingers and then sheathed his cock with the condom he’d been given.
Kol hurried over to his desk and returned with a white rope. “Lie down and stretch your arms above your head.”
He did as the man requested. His fingertips brushed against the back of the couch. Kol restrained his wrists with the soft ties to one end of the couch and his ankles to the other, doing such a good job Jack couldn’t move anything but his torso and hips.
“Ready for me?” the dancer offered his standard inquiry, straddling him.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Jack replied with the answer that’d become tradition over the past few days.
Kol reached down, grasped Jack’s cock and directed it to his hole. The tip penetrated the first tight ring then the second. Jack drew in a sharp breath. His cock, completely sheathed and massaged by the tight tube, felt wonderful.
The dancer sat for a moment. He smiled down at Jack. “Well?”
“It feels awesome—like your ass is alive and clamping and pulling with a mind of its own though you’re not doing a thing.”
“Yes. That’s it. Pretty heady stuff, isn’t it?” Kol shifted up and down a little.
Jack moaned in desire from the slight movement. “Sure is
, but I’m sure it’d feel a hell of a lot better if we were actually fucking, wouldn’t it?”
“I agree. It would.” Kol grabbed the bar of the trapeze and used it for balance and a way to be able to ride him with ease by essentially doing pull ups.
As Kol rode him, determining the pace, Jack realized he didn’t know he could feel so close, so connected to someone. His cock throbbed within Kol, and everywhere the two of their pelvic areas touched electrical sensations tingled beneath his skin. Heady stuff indeed.
He closed his eyes to concentrate more on the intense vibes running through his body. His toes curled in pleasure.
On his mind’s screen flashed a scene in the woods. It was like a memory, but wasn’t actually one. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he realized he’d been in a similar position like his current one before. Except that time involved rocks and tree branches. The fact that he wished he could see the person’s face in the ‘memory’ concerned him. He didn’t feel comfortable with the dreams he’d been having nor the flashes. To him it signaled he was losing his mind, and that was the one thing he couldn’t afford to do. His career depended upon his brain power.
Jack opened his eyes and locked gazes with Kol. The hot lust he saw in the dancer’s eyes pushed him toward the precipice of orgasm. “Kol, I believe I’m going to come.”
“Go for it.”
Kol continued to grind against him. With no more thoughts on control and only the erotic movements of the dancer’s hips against him, Jack felt the familiar build-up of passion. His sac tightened, then his hips bucked. Wanting to extend the pleasure, he held back from ejaculating as long as he could.
“My God, Jack, you’re something.” Kol kept one hand on the trapeze bar, and with his other stroked his own cock.
Kol’s touching himself turned Jack on. No longer could he hold off. His body trembled with strain, heaved then went rigid as he shot his load. The dancer released with a guttural moan and collapsed on top of him.
“That was…” Jack searched for the right word to try to explain the intense, heavenly feelings and moment of clarity he experienced right after he came. “Spiritual.”
