A surge of confusion and disappointment floods your senses as Frost reassembles himself with an air of detachment. It’s as if the raw, vulnerable moments that just transpired were nothing more than fleeting distractions to him. Your mind races, somehow numb and wired at the same time. Everything is far too much and not nearly enough all at once.

You find yourself still on the floor, your body trembling with a mix of physical exhaustion and emotional turmoil. The room feels colder now, devoid of the heated intensity that had consumed you moments ago. You struggle to catch your breath, the air feeling thin and suffocating in your lungs.

Frost, now fully composed, takes a step back, distancing himself from the aftermath of…all that. His gaze remains fixed on you, his eyes revealing nothing but an enigmatic glimmer. Once again studying you, analyzing your every reaction, silently reveling in the power he holds.


Stupid. You feel utterly stupid. For wanting him. For revealing your desperation when he clearly thinks lowly of you. When he’s obviously not attracted to you enough to want to get his rocks off the way you are to him. Even in the face of his sociopathic deviances. You watch with your heart beating against your brains as Frost walks over to the empty basin and enters it, his tall stature easily making its way into the sleek, transparent cavity in the ground, taking up a good chunk of space.

He turns to you from within it. “Come here.”

You need to be logged in to view the rest of the content. Please . Not a Member? Join Us

Leave A Comment

Please Login to Comment.

I accept that my given data and my IP address is sent to a server in the USA only for the purpose of spam prevention through the Akismet program.More information on Akismet and GDPR.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.