The Ice King (Adult Fairy Tale, Snow White Book 3)

by Joanna Mazurkiewicz

  She was excited for what was about to come.

  “I’m going to punish you, not because you want it, but because you followed me to the tavern. Did you think that I didn’t see you out there? Did you think that I didn’t notice that you were galloping right behind me? There is magic inside me. I control the ice, the weather,” he shouted and she was crying now because of the loss of contact. She wanted his cock badly, even though her clit was swollen, but it ached for more. The connection between them was so real, it was almost parallel with her other emotions.

  She widened her eyes when he jumped off the bed, and looked for something in her drawer. He was still hard and she imagined moving her mouth up and down on his cock. She would love to pleasure him too. She never wanted to do this with any other man before, no one was ever good enough… not until the Ice King.

  Seconds later, he was back and had a rope in his hand. Yanni didn’t know what to think about his smile, but she didn’t remember having a rope in her drawer.

  Her excitement reached a new level and she was almost shaking with anticipation.

  “Don’t look so happy, because you won’t enjoy this. I will get all the pleasure from punishing you,” he told her, and then started tying her hands to the bed and spreading her legs. She watched as he made sure that she couldn’t get out, pulling the rope a few times.

  Then he spread her legs further, situating himself right between them with a devilish smile on his face. Yanni’s heart was pounding away, and she was dying to have him inside her again.

  When he ran his finger over the centre of her sex, she couldn’t take his torture any longer. She wanted him to touch her everywhere, bite her nipples and fuck her hard. He brought her thighs closer to his body, so his mouth was only inches away from her throbbing clit. Yanni tried to arch her hips to get him to lick her but he shook his head, keeping her in place. She had never felt so frustrated during sex. He didn’t even let her to enjoy her orgasm.

  “Lick me, oh master, please. I have been such a naughty girl,” she begged him, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by her discomfort.

  “I’ll punish you, Snow White, like you asked me to, and then you will be begging me to stop,” he said and then brought his face right up to her clit.

  Yanni gasped with pleasure when he finally started licking her, penetrating her entrance with his tongue, and she was loving every second of it. Yanni started screaming, feeling another fresh orgasm building up. She moaned loudly as he sucked her clit then slid two fingers inside her. She was trying to pull her ropes, they were digging into her skin, but she didn’t feel any pain. All she was experiencing was euphoric pleasure.

  He was pushing his fingers in and out, licking her at the same time. Her blood turned into a molten lava. She tried to pull away to take a deep breath and rest for a second, but he was having none of it. Her orgasm came fast, and he was breaking her into a million different pieces.

  She came hard, grabbing the edges of the bed through her restraints, trying to deal with the heat that suddenly embraced her.

  Then he was inside her again, replacing his fingers with his rock-hard cock. Yanni was shaking, she didn’t know what was happening anymore and tears started streaming down her cheeks. The Ice King kept fucking her until she couldn’t take it anymore, until she begged him to stop. He moulded her breast, then bit her nipples drawing blood, but Yanni didn’t care. She was enjoying his torturous pleasure, climaxing harder.

  Until the darkness shaded her vision and for a long moment, she could only hear a stranger’s laughter. There was no warmth in that laughter, just ice coldness. And then there was nothing else.

  Yanni woke up suddenly, her breathing frantic, and for a split second, she had no idea where she was. Her heart was jackhammering in her chest, and her nighty was stuck to her back. She brushed her damp hair away from her face, realising that she was alone.

  When she glanced through the window, she noticed that it was lighter, most likely dawn. Several years ago, when her father was still alive, Yanni used to get up around this time to feed her animals. Her father wanted to teach her responsibility and now that memory loomed over her. She smiled, thinking that she was definitely not a little girl anymore.

  She remembered every single detail from her dream and that never happened to her before. Normally, she struggled to recall what she dreamed about, but the images of her and James having sex were still very vivid.

  She had been fantasising about being punished, but she never had enough courage to tell any of her previous boyfriends about it. After all, she was from a decent family and this was just something that she dreamed about.

  Right then, she was still wet for the Ice King. She touched herself, noticing that her clit was swollen. She kept moving her finger up and down, feeling flustered and so ready to barge into his chamber. She kept wondering if real sex with the Ice King could be so explosive and intense. He was a man of his word, and she suspected that once she stepped into his chamber, he wouldn’t just let her leave.

  She wiped the sweat from her forehead, trying to pull herself together. She was so aroused, but didn’t want to masturbate. Yanni preferred the real touch of a man, especially a man that knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to put Yanni in her place.

  Seconds later, she lay down on the pillow and shut her eyes. The Ice King had been through a lot, and he was still hurting.

  He jumped from one woman to the next now because he didn’t want to get emotionally attached to anyone else. She didn’t want to play any games with him. She had a goal, she wanted to become Queen, but not at someone else’s expense. James didn’t need to be aware of her plans, and deep down, she wanted to make him happy.

  Yanni couldn’t fall back to sleep, she was too turned on. She ended up tossing and turning in her bed, while her thoughts were buzzing. When she’d returned to her chamber last night, she was ready to leave and head back to Tyndil. Ruth must have already returned from her trip and the staff must have let her know that her stepdaughter had gone missing.

  She thought about her next step long and hard and eventually around six a.m. she decided that she was staying. She could always send a note to her stepmother, telling her that she was visiting distant family. Yanni was old enough to make her own decisions and Ruth just needed to deal with it. A bit later, Yanni finally drifted off, hoping that maybe in a couple of days she would be with the man that kept her up at night.

  The maid woke her up around ten a.m., scolding her for sleeping too long. She rubbed her eyes as memories started floating through her head again. She’d followed the Ice King all the way back to town where he met a beautiful stranger in the tavern. Then Yanni found her way back to the castle, somehow not freezing to death in the mountains, ready to get back to Tyndil in the morning, until she had one of the most erotic dreams.

  She was getting a little flustered now even thinking about it, but then realised that she wasn’t alone anymore and needed to get up.

  “Do you know if the Ice King is going to be at brunch today?” she asked the maid. Maybe the king was a womaniser, but Yanni could easily change him.

  The new maid was a bit older and she reminded her a little of Barbra. She frowned and kept folding the washing that she brought with her earlier on. She was obviously used to the company of so many women that stayed in the castle.

  “Of course, he’s always there,” she replied.

  “Well, I haven’t seen him there at all in the past few days,” Yanni said, thinking that she was either very unlucky or James simply avoided her.

  “Hmm strange. The king doesn’t like to miss brunch,” the maid said and then glanced at Yanni, who removed a purple dress from her closet. “Why don’t you wear the navy dress today, my lady. King James likes this colour very much.”

  Yanni was a little taken aback by the maid’s advice, but she didn’t comment. She decided to go with her suggestion and put the purple dress back.

  Maybe the maids were finally warming up to her. They must ha
ve heard about her drunken rumble during the ball, but it looked like they weren’t as judgmental as the women from Tyndil. Yanni wanted to remain humble and thought that befriending Clara wasn’t such a bad idea.

  “I would really like to make a good impression on the king today.”

  “Wear the dress that I suggested and you will, my dear,” the maid said, then winked at her and a second later, she left Snow White alone in her chamber.

  Yanni smiled at her own reflection in the mirror, thinking about being the future Queen of Tyndil. She was planning to make a few changes once she ruled. People in her kingdom needed to feel more secure, and Yanni had enough of highwaymen who thought that they were above the law. They had been terrorising people for far too long and Ruth wasn’t even addressing the issue.

  An hour later, Yanni was ready. She put her makeup on and curled her dark hair. After making sure that she looked immaculate, she headed downstairs to the dining room. A few ladies who were staying in the castle were rushing towards their chambers, looking upset. Yanni was too hungry to worry about them.

  Fuzzy feelings rolled through her stomach when she noticed James sitting at the main table by the window. He wasn’t alone and now Yanni began to understand why everyone in the castle was suddenly so upset. He had his arm around a tall, dark-haired and very elegant lady. Yanni instantly recognised her from the night before and her stomach knotted in unease.

  “Oh, Snow White, it’s good to see you here. Come, come, let me introduce you to my dear guest. This is Sarah. She’s the cousin of King Caspian from Farrington Kingdom,” James said, staring at Yanni with a heated and needy expression.

  He wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he liked Yanni’s new dress, hovering his eyes over her body. She really did make an effort earlier on and she was glad that she listened to the maid. All the staff in the Ice Castle was most likely fed up with the fact that there was always so many women running around the castle attempting to seduce their King.

  And Yanni wasn’t just anyone. She was a princess, and she came from a very good family. She didn’t want to undermine anyone else, but she had serious intentions towards James.

  “Hello, Sarah, it’s really nice to meet you,” Yanni said extending her hand, but Sarah didn’t move. She seemed frozen, staring at Yanni like she had just seen a ghost.

  Silence stretched for a little while and Sarah finally smiled at her, but Yanni thought her expression was fake—unnatural. For some reason she could always sense if there was something odd about a person.

  “Snow White? Oh, what a lovely name. It’s good to meet you, dear. Are you here on your own, or maybe with your father, visiting the Ice King, right?” the woman asked, most likely assuming that Yanni was way too young to travel to the Ice Castle on her own.

  “No, I’m alone, my lady. I’m the Princess of Tyndil, soon to be the future Queen,” she answered, proud of herself.

  9

  The woman sitting in front of her didn’t look happy at all that Yanni interrupted her conversation with the Ice King.

  Last night in the tavern, James must have suggested that she come back with him to the Ice Castle and Yanni wasn’t surprised. The woman must have really charmed him.

  However, Yanni now had his full attention, and her heart was thumping loudly in her chest. Sarah’s body language suggested that she didn’t really want to share James at all. Yanni sat opposite him, smiling and trying to ignore the woman’s jealous vibes. She was starving, so she started putting some food on her plate, thinking about her new strategy.

  Sarah still had her palm on James’s thigh and Yanni noticed it. The image of them in bed together was galloping right in front of her eyes, but she tried to ignore the warming sensations in her body. Her imagination liked playing tricks on her. James couldn’t have known that she left the castle last night and followed him all the way to the tavern. Sarah must have already realised that his castle was filled with other women and they all wanted the same thing: to seduce James III.

  “Yes, dear, I have heard about Tyndil Kingdom, but I don’t think that you could ever become Queen. I seem to remember that your stepmother took over the crown when your father passed, right?” Sarah asked, smiling sweetly at James and knocking Yanni’s confidence a little. Luckily, he wasn’t paying much attention to her. He kept staring at Yanni with the same intensity as before. He must have already forgotten about her barging into his private chamber, completely wasted. “I’m sorry, dear, I didn’t recognise you at first, but now I seem to recall that my cousin visited your kingdom with his new wife, Cinderella.”

  Yanni wasn’t sure why Sarah believed that her stepmother would be ruling Tyndil forever. Ruth became Queen when her father passed away, but it was Yanni who was supposed to take over her duties once she turned twenty-one. Maybe in the past she hadn’t expressed any interest in ruling Tyndil, but things changed and she knew what she wanted.

  “I think I met your stepmother once before,” James said. “It was just after she married your father. I meant to visit Tyndil often, but I never got around to it. I receive plenty of invitations, so it’s hard to keep track. After the wars with mountain trolls, I tend to stay away from politics.” She was a little shocked that he remembered Ruth, but obviously she failed to make an impression on him if he didn’t go back to Tyndil to see her again.

  Barbra was right.

  After his last failed engagement, he must have stopped travelling, and threw himself into a hoard of women. Some people believed that he no longer wanted to be the leader of the winter land, that his perception had shifted.

  “That’s understandable, my lord. And yes, my stepmother is currently the temporary Queen of Tyndil. She married my father, so lawfully she was entitled to that title, but a few months ago I turned twenty-one, which means that I will officially be coronated to become Queen. I’m sure I can come to some sort of arrangement with my stepmother once I return back to Tyndil,” Yanni explained.

  A split second later, Yanni could have sworn that she saw a flash of anger in Sarah’s eyes. Yanni had no idea what this was about. She was going to become Queen in the future, and Sarah was from another kingdom. She had no business voicing her own opinion in that mater.

  “Good for you, Snow White. Sometimes the truth might hurt, but it’s necessary,” James said, and smiled at Yanni. “But let’s not talk about this right now. I have a surprise for all of you, my dears.”

  James stood from the table, undoubtedly sensing that the atmosphere between two women had gone a bit frosty. Yanni didn’t like that Sarah dared to question her right to the throne and she suddenly lost her appetite. She wanted to believe that her dream last night had given her some sort of advantage, but it was Sarah who most likely spent the night with the Ice King, not Yanni. If that was the case, then she was the one that scored more points—if they were keeping score.

  “Oh, that’s wonderful James. Please, tell us more,” Sarah giggled, clapping her hands like a child, and Yanni couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She found Sarah extremely fake, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she was attracted to James. She could sense that the other woman was trying to discredit her. She was putting up a false façade and Snow White wondered what kind of game she was playing.

  “In about an hour we’re all taking a trip around my winter land on a sled. This will be quite exciting, so make sure you wear warm clothes. The servants are already spreading the word around the castle. Everyone is invited,” James explained, then he took Yanni’s elbow. “Sarah, please excuse us for a moment. I will see you in about an hour. Right now, I really need to catch up with Snow White.”

  Yanni was a little shocked that James suddenly abandoned his guest, but she didn’t have a chance to see Sarah’s face as the Ice King led her away from the dining room. His touch caused her heart to vibrate. The other woman was most likely furious that the King ditched her like that, but Yanni didn’t care about her anymore. James was finally paying attention to her and she needed to use this o
pportunity to show him that she wasn’t like all the other women.

  “You have been in the castle for days and I just realised that I have been neglecting you. Tonight, I intend to make up for lost time. We must spend some time together in the manor. We should arrive there by this afternoon,” James told her, and caressed her cheek with his finger.

  Yanni’s skin prickled with desire, but she stepped away from him. She had to gather herself and somehow, let him know that she wasn’t going to be his next plaything. Other women might have been all right being part of his harem, but not her.

  “Thank you, my lord, but I’m not here because I expected you to notice me. I should have left sooner, but I wanted to explore your winter land, so I decided to stay. I also noticed that you enjoy flirting with many women around here, but I don’t intend to spoil my reputation and become one of them,” she stated firmly while her heart was thumping loudly in her chest. Yanni was ready to play hard to get for the most part. Sometimes indifference was a powerful tool. Yanni really needed to think long and hard about whether or not James was the right candidate for a husband. Despite her growing attraction, she knew that her people needed to have a strong leader. James had been through a lot and he was much older than her.

  “And I don’t expect you to be any other way, darling. I never hide the fact that I like surrounding myself with the company of women. Let’s just forget about what I said. Please, head over to your chamber. The sleighs will be ready to take you around the winter land. Today will be a day of exploration.”

  Yanni smiled at him, bowed and then started walking away. She was aware that he was still staring at her.

  She went back to her chamber. Heat infused her skin and her breathing was erratic. She couldn’t have spent more than ten minutes in the Ice King’s presence and he still made her crazy. Yanni didn’t want to stay away from him, but her father always told her that men would respect her more if she was distant. Her dream really shook her to the core, but she wasn’t ready to sleep with James just because he was expecting it.