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Published by Phaze Books Also by Marty Rayne At the Edge Journey to the Dark Side This is an explicit and erotic novel intended for the enjoyment of adult readers. Please keep out of the hands of children. www.Phaze.com

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enWrappture A Phase Frost HeatSheet by MARTY RAYNE

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enWrappture copyright 2007 by Marty Rayne All rights reserved under the International and PanAmerican Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. A Phaze Production Phaze Books 6470A Glenway Avenue, #109 Cincinnati, OH 45211-5222 Phaze is an imprint of Mundania Press, LLC. To order additional copies of this book, contact: [email protected] www.Phaze.com 5


Cover art © 2007,Debi Lewis Edited by Stephanie Ballestieri eBook ISBN-13: 978-1-59426-794-9 eBook ISBN-10: 1-59426-794-4 First Edition—November, 2007 Printed in the United States of America 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Warning: the unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in prison and a fine of $250,000.

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Chapter One Two days before Christmas—North Pole "Mr. Kringle," Ludwig called out, his legs pumping as fast as they could. "Mr. Kringle, a moment, please?" "Yes, Ludwig. What is it?" Kris Kringle stopped walking to let his assistant catch up. "There are still a lot of things to do before tomorrow night. Not to mention the fact that Cupid has decided to have her fawn," he paused and looked at his watch, "in about fifteen minutes." "I know and I'm sorry, sir," Ludwig panted, catching his breath. "I just wanted to ask about the last name on the Undecided List. Christopher O'Malley." Kris tapped his finger to his chin. "Christopher O'Malley," he repeated thoughtfully. "Yes, sir. The young man..." "I know who it is, Ludwig." Kris shook his head. "How they do grow up fast, don't they?" Ludwig shifted his footing. "Yes, sir." "He's been a wild one this year. Partying and carrying on. Almost failed one of his classes, if I recall correctly." Ludwig glanced down at the clipboard in his hand. "Yes. Biology." Kris chuckled, his big belly jiggling like gelatin. "And you'd think he'd know about biology the way he..." Ludwig cleared his throat. "He is very loyal to his friends and family. Remember back on Valentine's Day when he 7


helped his friends Michael and Todd? Then there was the time his sister Hannah was sick and..." "Yes, yes. I know." Kris's eyes narrowed on his assistant. "You have so much compassion. You hate seeing anyone put on the Naughty List." A rosy color flushed Ludwig's cheeks. "Well, uh, sir ... it's just that..." Kris held his hand up to silence Ludwig. "You win. We'll put him on the Nice List. This year. However, I won't be so kind next year if he doesn't straighten up his act." Ludwig smiled. "Thank you." Kris took the clipboard from his assistant and looked thoughtfully at it. "Let's give Christopher a special present this year and see what he does with it." Kris's eyes twinkled mischievously as he started writing what he wanted on the paper. Ludwig's eyes widened when Kris handed the clipboard back to him. "That's a big present." Kris nodded. "Yes, it is. But let's see what he does with it." **** Daytona, Florida "I just can't believe that it's two days before Christmas and I'm sitting on the beach in eighty degree weather," Christopher sighed, leaning back in the beach chair, his legs stretched out in front of him, toes digging into the sand. "While I'm stuck in three feet of snow," Hannah snapped over the phone. 8


"Don't blame me. That was your choice, sis. I scheduled this trip just for lil' ol' me and sweet ol' you, but you just had to go with Matt at the last minute." He tried to keep the bitterness out of his words. "So, how are his parents?" He bit his lip, not wanting to think about being the only one alone on Christmas. His older sister Shannon was off in Europe on a quickie tour with her fiancé, Riley. His friends, Michael and Todd, had invited him on their trip to Colorado for some skiing, but Christopher thought that he and his twin sister could use some bonding time together. That was, until Hannah's boyfriend Matt asked her to go back to New York with him to share the holiday with his family. This was the same guy Hannah met when they went to New York around Valentine's Day. Incredibly, he'd transferred to Auburn University the next semester to be with her. They've been joined at the hip since. Hannah huffed. "Chris, I told you I was sorry for canceling on you. Spring Break, I promise. Just you and I will go somewhere together. I've already told Matt and he's fine with it." "It's okay, Hannah. Really. I'm going to sit here, soak up some rays, and enjoy some downtime. Last week's exams really wore me out. So I guess I could use the quiet time to recoup. I have Analysis come January with Mr. Burns. You know how hard of an instructor he is." "I could always bail. I'm sure his parents would understand. I could be there tomorrow."

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"No, Hannah. Matt wouldn't understand. I want you to enjoy yourself. He's a great guy and I don't want to be the one to spoil things for you if he's the One." There was a pause on the line. "Thank you, Chris. I love you. And promise me you'll have a good time, but be careful. I'm almost tempted to get down there just to keep an eye on you." Christopher chuckled. "I promise I'll stay out of bar fights, jail, and away from smelly people." "Chris, that doesn't comfort me." But there was amusement in her voice. She was smiling, he knew. "Take care, sis." Christopher said before closing the connection with a dejected sigh. "Perhaps one is a lonely number," he murmured, looking up at the near cloudless sky.

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Chapter Two "Do you want to help me build a sandcastle?" Christopher opened his eyes, squinting against the sun, trying to see whom the soft, sweet voice belonged. When his vision cleared, he found a small girl with brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, and the biggest amber-colored eyes he'd ever seen, looking down at him. A smile curved his lips. "Emily, it's not nice to bother other people when they're trying to relax," a more adult voice, though just as sweet, sounded to his left. Looking in that direction, he saw a woman not far away lounging in a chair. She was older than he but not by many years. Her dark hair was pulled back similar to the little girl's, and she wore sunglasses that hid her eyes. He did notice that her smooth skin was already darkened and not by the sun. If hazarding to take a guess, she was of Spanish heritage. Christopher liked women—and men—of ethnic descent. The relaxed surroundings must have caused him to doze because he hadn't heard them arrive. Glancing around, he saw a few more people sitting out on lounge chairs or towels. Yes, he'd definitely fallen asleep. It was a good thing he'd slathered on a thick coat of sunscreen before coming out or he'd be burnt to a crisp. Still, the beach wasn't crowded since it was more or less private. Most of the beach goers rented or lived in the beach houses at the top of the sand dunes. 11


"I'm sorry if my daughter woke you," the woman apologized. Christopher shook his head. "It's all right. She probably saved me from a terrible sunburn." He looked at the girl still standing by him, holding a bucket and shovel in her hands. "I'd love to build a sandcastle with you." Emily's smile brightened her entire face, her joy at his acceptance evident. "Mommy helped me yesterday, but she's not very good at it. Uncle Mason is good, but he can't come out to play right now." "Well, there's a trick to it," Christopher said, getting up from his chair and kneeling in the sand where Emily had a couple of other buckets and shovels of different sizes waiting to be put to use. "My sisters and I mastered sandcastles during our summer vacations growing up." "Really?" Emily asked, already filling sand in the bucket she held. "I don't have any brothers or sisters. Just me and Mommy." "I'm Devyn, by the way. And this is Emily." The woman knelt beside her daughter and outstretched her hand to Christopher. He took it in his and noticed the softness of her skin and her long fingers. She was not a petite woman, but not overweight by any means. "I'm Christopher. I'm renting that house for a couple of weeks." He pointed to the house behind them to the right. "Uncle Mason lives in that house." Emily pointed to a house three buildings down from Christopher's. "He stays here all year long," she informed Christopher proudly. 12


"Does he? Well, I'm sure he's very happy here. The beach is beautiful no matter what the time of the year. I just wish the water was warmer, but I can't complain too much. The Jacuzzi makes up for it." "I'm sure it does." Devyn smiled. The three spent the next hour digging out a moat and making the biggest sandcastle they had ever attempted while Christopher and Devyn exchanged small talk. It turned out that Devyn was a widow, and Emily and she were on vacation visiting her brother. She worked as an artist and was originally from New Mexico. Christopher thought Devyn very attractive and easy to talk to. Even after they filled the moat with water, completing the cluster of sandcastles, he pulled his chair over to hers and they spent some time talking while Emily played down at the shoreline. "I know we just met, but I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight." Christopher raised a brow in question. "I don't know. Like you said, we just met. How do I know you're not some sort of serial killer?" he asked with humor, a quick smile lacing his lips. Devyn chuckled. It was a pleasant sound. "Emily and I are pretty good judges of character. Besides, I think you'd get along perfectly with my brother." "Your ... Hey, you aren't trying to set me up, are you?" Christopher hadn't mentioned his sexual orientation. How had she even known that he was interested in men? Yes, he was bisexual, but it wasn't something he brought up during first 13


encounters. However, the notion of hooking up with her while he was here had crossed his mind a few times this afternoon. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been with a woman who had a kid. The future was uncertain if he'd ever actually father any of his own, but he was good with them. Maybe it was because he'd truly grown up yet. Devyn shrugged her shoulders and looked out to the ocean. "Dinner will be ready by seven. Why don't you come over a little early and we can have a drink. I'm sure Emily will be more than willing to show you her portfolio of artwork she's done since she's been here." Christopher was impressed with her cunning maneuvering, using her child to snag him. How could he turn down such astute manipulation? "I'll be there." "Can't wait." Devyn stood, beach bag in hand and called to Emily. "See you at dinner, Christopher," Emily said as she passed by him. Christopher stared after them, speechless. His mouth opened to ask her how she knew he was coming over, but she and Devyn were already walking toward the beach house where they were staying. He watched them, Emily happily chatting to her mother, who looked down on her adoringly. Weird. Maybe Emily heard them talking about him coming to dinner? The wind could carry voices. But she had been all the way down at the shoreline where the waves were crashing in. It's hard to hear anyone at that distance. 14


He rubbed the back of his neck, the hair standing on end. It wasn't a feeling of fear, but reservation that swept through him. Emily was a harmless six-year-old girl, that's all. Right?

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Chapter Three Christopher hesitated only a moment before ringing the doorbell. His stomach was fluttering with excitement. The feeling was similar to how he felt that night in New York ten months earlier, right before he walked in on Michael and Todd. That night had given him an insight to what real love looked like. He'd left their little vacation envious of his friends' life together. He hoped one day to find a love like that. Pressing the button, Christopher let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He liked Devyn and Emily and was looking forward to seeing them again, even if Devyn was trying to set him up with her brother. Hopefully, the night wouldn't be a disaster made by her good intentions. He rolled his shoulders, trying to get the tension out while he waited for the door to be answered. He'd showered and now wore a light blue buttoned up shirt that accented his eyes, and a pair of comfortable jeans. Bypassing the flipflops, Christopher wore his casual loafers. His hair was still a bit damp from his shower; the dampened length almost reached his shoulders. The sound of running feet rushed to the door and Christopher stared down at the brightest smile he'd ever seen. "It's Christopher," Emily called out over her shoulder. "Hi, Emily," he greeted with a smile of his own. "You look very pretty." 16


She giggled and spun on her heels, her dress and long hair flaring out around her. It was red and had colorful pictures of cupcakes on the material. A red ribbon adorned her hair. "Please, come in, Christopher." Devyn came up from behind Emily with a friendly smile. She wore a red silk tank top and black dress slacks. Her hair was free of its earlier ponytail, the darkness falling around her pretty face. "Thank you." Christopher stepped in the house and allowed Devyn to close the door. His hands unconsciously slipped into his pockets, a nervous habit. "Emily, go finish mixing the pudding." She sent Emily on her way. "Dinner is almost done. Are you any good in the kitchen?" "Oh, uh, not really." Christopher and his siblings had a nanny and a cook that took care of all the basic needs their parents didn't have time to deal with. Not that he begrudged his parents. They were business moguls, out to give their children the best there was. Luckily, the O'Malley siblings weren't dragged into their parents' busy hustle and bustle world. At least, not yet. "Well, I guess you can continue to dish out your alluring charm while we finish." His brow rose with amusement. "I'm glad you noticed." He followed Devyn from the entryway into the kitchen. "You know, not many people can resist..." Christopher's words fell away as he stopped just inside the kitchen area. At the counter, standing on a stool was Emily stirring something in a bowl. Her voice tinkled out like a fairy as she sang "The Itsy, Bitsy Spider". It was the man standing 17


next to her, slicing a tomato and smiling at the little girl, who caused Christopher's lack of breath. The man chuckled at Emily and Christopher swore every ounce of blood within his body rushed to his groin. The sound was as musical as a symphony to his ears. His eyes were drawn to the dimple in the man's left cheek when he smiled just a bit more. Not far from that was a set of lips that looked as soft as a rose petal and made for kissing. "Mason," Devyn's voice broke Christopher out of his stupor just in time to snap his mouth shut before the man turned to where they stood. "This is Christopher O'Malley. He's a neighbor for a couple of weeks." She turned slightly to Christopher. "And this is my brother, Mason Romero." Christopher watched as Mason wiped his hands on a nearby dishtowel, and couldn't help but notice how long his fingers were. There weren't any cuts and doubted there were calluses on his palms. His fingernails were trimmed and filed. The man did not have a hard labor job. Did he play the piano with those long fingers? Or was he a businessman spending his days in front of a computer or doing paperwork? Devyn hadn't volunteered much information about Mason, and Christopher hadn't thought to ask. Mason and Christopher's eyes locked and the air around them stilled, as if the entire world had stopped. The attraction was immediate, sending shivers of lust through Christopher's body. He'd felt desire toward other men and women, but this was enough to knock the breath from his lungs. Never had the magnetism been this intense, this abrupt. 18


Mason was the first to move, rounding the counter, his eyes never leaving Christopher's. Those all-consuming eyes were brown, the delicious color of milk chocolate. Like his sister, he was of Hispanic decent, skin dark olive and hair dark brown, nearly black. He wore a pair of black jeans and a red t-shirt. Mason stood a couple inches shorter than Christopher did and his feet were bare of shoes. "It's nice to meet you," Mason said, holding out his hand to Christopher. "Emily has been talking about you practically non-stop since she came back from the beach." Heat flushed Christopher's cheeks. "Has she? All I did was help her build some sandcastles." Mason's hand was like fire when it touched his. An image of Mason using those long fingers and smooth palms to slowly caress every inch of his body flashed in his mind. Just the thought of feeling that warmth roaming his body sent sparks of desire to his groin and he had to bite back a groan. "It seems she's not the only one you left an impression with." Mason's eyes cut to his sister for a brief glare. Devyn started setting the table with hardly a glance back at them. Christopher didn't know what to say and drew his hand back from the handshake. How was he to know his little flirting would lead him to an invitation to dinner? But, he wasn't sorry. Not if it led him to meeting the most gorgeous man he'd ever laid eyes on. Swallowing, Christopher pushed down the urge to reach out and slide his fingers over the fine jaw covered with a day's growth. 19


"Well, I appreciate the invitation to dinner. Emily told me all about how delicious Devyn's lasagna was. The best in the entire universe, I believe she said." "Yep," Emily chirped from her station at the counter. "Uncle Mason, I think the pudding is done." Mason's gaze wandered over Christopher for a brief moment more before he took a step back and turned his attention to Emily. Christopher hadn't missed the way the other man's eyes slightly darkened before turning away. His stomach quivered, thankful for the slight sign of mutual attraction. Perhaps tonight wouldn't be a total disaster after all.

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Chapter Four The dinner was delicious, as promised, and the company was pleasant. There were no awkward moments of silence as was prone to happen when gathering with strangers. Emily, despite only being six, was intelligent and seemed to have fueled the conversations with her inquisitive questions and short humorous comments that only one so young could get away with. When dinner was over, Devyn stood and started gathering the plates. "Emily and I have this, Mason. Why don't you give Christopher a tour of the house and we'll have dessert on the patio when we are finished cleaning up." Emily jumped up and started following her mother's example. Mason stood taking his wine glass in hand. "It's not much, but if you like, I'll show you around." He said it with a sincere smile. How could Christopher say no to that smile? He took his own glass and followed Mason up the stairs. "This is the guest room. Where Dev and Emily stay when they come and visit." The room was decorated very femininely with pink painted walls and lace curtains around the window. There were pictures of flowers hanging all throughout and a king-size bed with a patchwork quilt to match the feel of the room. The oak-colored dresser matched the wood flooring, but instead of standing out, it blended right in with the décor. It felt as if the room had been decorated with the two girls in mind. 21


"Across the hall is my bedroom and I guess one would call an office." Christopher followed Mason and found a room larger than the guest room and decorated very different. The bed was king-sized covered with a black silk comforter. The walls were painted white offsetting the black lacquer dresser and bedside table. In one corner was a large computer desk, papers spread out haphazardly over every inch of the desktop. Christopher took his time looking around, tried to get a feel of the man who stood next to him. The walls weren't decorated with pictures of modern art that would fit the décor, but of framed book covers. Taking a step closer to several on his left, Christopher noted they were all of books by the same person. Most of which he'd read. "Uh, what is it that you do for a living?" Christopher asked, moving on to another grouping of frames. "I'm a writer." Christopher took a look at the desk holding a computer and clutter of papers then back at all the frames on the wall. There were fifteen in all. "You don't write as Mason Romero, do you?" He asked, but already he knew the answer. "No, I don't use my real name." Mason spoke softly, his breath fell on Christopher's neck. When had he moved so close? Christopher reached out and touched one particular frame. Under the glass was the cover for Darrien's Temptation. Beneath the lettering was a picture of a man's back, his arms pulled behind his back and secured together with rope. Only it 22


wasn't just around the wrists, but it wound up until it almost reached the model's elbows. His fingers trembled slightly as it ran over the smooth glass and imagined the feel of the course rope beneath his fingers. It wasn't a flashy cover, but it had gotten Christopher's attention the year before, enough to buy the book. It had taken him only a day to read it, which was unusually fast for Christopher, who normally disliked reading unless he was absolutely bored or was forced to. That one book had opened a small fascination with the author's other books. In fact, the latest one, Hunger's Kiss, sat next to his bed waiting to be read. "You're Master Stafon?" It was a realization more than a question. "You know my books?" Mason's voice dipped an octave lower. Shivers slipped down his spine. Christopher nodded, unable to get his voice to work past the lump suddenly stuck in his throat. He couldn't believe he was standing in the same room as Master Stafon. Or rather, the mind behind those erotically charged books. Mason chuckled and backed away from Christopher. Though he wasn't looking behind him, he felt the shift in temperature at his back. "Are you in shock or debating on running out of here screaming?" There was no humor in his question. It was almost more of an accusation, as if both of what he suggested had actually happened. 23


"Surprised, really." Christopher finally found his voice again. Master Stafon's books were surrounded with controversy. Many of the religious groups protested of the supposed pornography that was being printed and sold in bookstores around the country. Others, including the BDSM and gay communities, actively supported the works of fiction that Master Stafon crafted. The plots were original, all based on male gay relationships with strong BDSM themes. Yes, the scenes were graphic and very explicit, but they also drew out the emotions of the characters. He'd never read anything constructed that was both erotic and romantic, despite the often thought of as taboo theme. Christopher turned around to see Mason sitting on the edge of his bed, watching him. "Since this is Florida, can't really expect a dungeon below the house." He smiled. Not only was this man a piece of hotness, but he was also the creator of the stories that had fed Christopher's dark fantasies. Mason didn't reply right away, his eyes studying him, as if he were sizing Christopher up. Christopher's stomach clenched with nervousness. Had he said something wrong? He hoped not. The allure of the attraction he felt toward Mason increased now knowing along what lines some of the man's imagination ran. "Perhaps another time I will show you my dungeon." Mason sipped at his wine before standing. "But I believe Devyn and Emily are waiting with dessert." 24


"Wait," Christopher stopped him from passing, his hand on Mason's shoulder. "You really have one?" Mason smiled, the dimple deepening. "Of course I do. But I only let those willing to play see it." His words were like a strike of lightening for Christopher. His cock hardened and pressed painfully against his jeans. Darrien's Temptation had opened his eyes to sexual fantasies with bondage, and then his experience with Todd and Michael on Valentine's Day had increased the need. Ten months of fantasies, building with no end in sight, had been excruciating. He'd not had a steady relationship since the breakup with his last girlfriend before the New York trip, only a variety of meaningless one-night stands to alleviate the sexual frustration. But there was no way he would trust a stranger to experiment with bondage play. Yet, he was turned on by the thought of doing so with Mason. What was it about this man that made Christopher want to drop his inhibitions and be so daring? Was it because he was Master Stafon? Letting Mason go, Christopher followed him back downstairs. Devyn and Emily sat out on the patio. Both were eating pudding and taking in the sight of the star littered sky and the sound of waves crashing to shore. Devyn smiled at them as they came out. Christopher felt as if she someway knew how Mason affected him. It was embarrassing, yet arousing at the same time. With a sigh, Christopher took the bowl of chocolate pudding from Emily, trying hard not to think of the things he could do with this pudding on Mason. That was almost as erotic as his books. He sat beside the little girl and tried to 25


calm his body's response before he became too miserable with pent-up frustration. Again.

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Chapter Five Christopher sat on the deck of his rented beach house in the late morning sun. His gaze followed the frothy waves crashing to shore and occasionally shifted to watch the passing sea gulls. His eyes took in the beautiful scenery surrounding him, but his mind was floating elsewhere. Mason's words kept echoing in his mind, making Christopher's stomach flutter with excitement and his cock twitch, threatening to harden. Had Mason really meant what he said about having a dungeon? The question bugged him all night long, carrying over into the daylight hours. But more so, was he willing to play to see if it was true? He was curious as to how Mason researched his books. Did he use those items he wrote about personally? Or did he know someone who told him about all the toys and equipment that were often used with BDSM play? How did he choose the toys to use in the books? Christopher let out a long, weary sigh. He was worried about his growing interest. What was the saying? Curiosity killed the cat. Would this bite him in the ass in the end? I only let those willing to play see it. Did he have the courage to try? Christopher remembered walking in and finding Michael tied to the bed, helpless, vulnerable, yet Michael's cock was hard as rock. He was shocked to find his friend in such a precarious position. Christopher never knew Michael wanted to try something like that. But then, he was even more surprised to have straight-laced Todd suggest a 27


threesome while Michael remained bound. How could he say no? Michael and he had shared a lot through the years, so it seemed only natural to take this step. He loved Michael, but their relationship would never be like the love he shared with Todd. The affair was only for one night. But that night changed something within him. Christopher wondered what it would be like to be the one bound? To give up complete control to another for a short time? At that time in his life, Christopher didn't think he had the guts to do so. Trust. That was the key. Other than his family and Michael, he trusted no one else in such a way. But Mason ... he was different. Christopher didn't know how or why, but he hadn't felt this much awareness about another person in a long time. The intensity of it had alarmed him. Would he be able to give up his control? More importantly, would he get the opportunity to try? "This is where you're hiding." Devyn's voice broke him out of his contemplations. Christopher smiled and watched as she climbed the steps and sat on the lounger next to him. "Merry Christmas. With all this warmth, I'm having trouble remembering it's Christmas Eve." Devyn chuckled. "I know. It's weird singing 'Jingle Bells' when you are wearing shorts and sweating." He nodded before looking around. "Where's Emily?" "With Mason. They're setting up the tree. It's become a tradition between those two since Tom died." 28


"My sisters and I used to string popcorn for the tree. We ate more than we strung up, but it was our evening with our parents. We'd have Christmas music playing, Mom would make homemade hot cocoa, and Dad would be putting the lights on the tree." Devyn sighed. "You never know how good it is until it's gone." Christopher nodded and gave her a sympathetic look. He still had his parents and sisters. It was their decision not to spend this Christmas together. But Devyn didn't have her husband anymore. Emily would never see her father again. They hadn't been given a choice about that. Devyn suddenly brightened as if dusting aside her sorrow. "Tonight's Christmas Eve and I don't think you should spend it alone. Come have dinner with us again. Our big dinner is tonight instead of tomorrow. I've got pork in the oven and black beans on the stove. I'm also making rice and all the other fixings. Then afterward, Emily and I are going to Mass." "I don't want to impose." "You aren't. It was Emily's idea," Devyn insisted. "You wouldn't want to break her heart on Christmas Eve, would you? She's really taken a liking to you." Christopher sighed. He wanted to see Mason again. He enjoyed being around Emily. And he clicked with Devyn. So why the hesitation? "All right. But I'm not Catholic, so I'll skip the Mass part." Devyn smiled. "Good. We eat at nine tonight. See you then." She stood and started for the steps to leave the way she came. Stopping on the second step, she paused and 29


turned around. "And Christopher, wear a black shirt tonight. It'll brighten the color of your eyes and show off your tan." Before Christopher could reply, she rushed down the remaining steps and out of sight. He groaned. "Great. Now I have to fight the Christmas rush at the mall."

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Chapter Six "That was absolutely delicious, Devyn," Christopher said, pushing away from the table. The pork was seasoned to perfection and nearly melted in his mouth. Though he wasn't a fan of yucca, he tried it. There were also a few other Cuban dishes he'd never heard of and tried. The flan was scrumptious. And now ... he felt as if he'd burst. Devyn beamed. "Thank you, Christopher. I really enjoy cooking for the holidays. It's the only time I can really go all out." "Abuela would be proud of that meal," Mason complimented. "Why don't you and Emily go up and get ready for Mass. I'll take care of the dishes. I'm sure Christopher is willing to help." "Of course, it's the least I can do for feeding me two nights in a row." Christopher's stomach fluttered with nervousness. Devyn and Emily wouldn't be in the room to act as a buffer to his growing attraction to Mason. He both dreaded and was anxious for this. Devyn's gaze shifted from Christopher to Mason, then back to Christopher. She nodded and her lips twitched with a slight smile. "All right." Together, he and Mason stood when Devyn and Emily left the dining room and started gathering up the dishes from the table. Neither spoke, working in a comfortable silence that Christopher had only experienced with his twin sister. The girls came down the stairs giggling. 31


"You two look like you are going out on dates, not Christmas Eve Mass," Mason said with a grin. "Really?" Emily twirled in her red, green, and black plaid dress. She wore black patent leather shoes with red ankle socks. A matching green ribbon adorned her head. "Absolutely, Princess." Mason bent down and kissed his niece on the cheek. Devyn's black, knee-length skirt and green long-sleeved silk shirt showed off every beautiful curve her body had. The two-inch heels made her legs look longer. Her hair was down, framing her pretty features. She stood by Christopher. "Last chance." Christopher shook his head. "No thank you." She shrugged. "All right. Come on, Emily. Time to go." Emily turned to Christopher and used her index finger to beckon him to bend closer to her. When he did so, she kissed him on the cheek. "Merry Christmas, Christopher." His heart melted instantly with her words. He felt a rise of tears just behind his eyes, but refused to let them surface. How could a six-year-old girl bring him to tears? He was tougher than that. Or at least he thought he was. "Don't wait up," Devyn said to Mason. "I'm meeting up with the widow Peats after the service for coffee. She said she was bringing her granddaughter to play with Emily." Christopher thought it was a little late for Emily to be playing, but if her mother allowed it, then who was he to dispute her? Besides, it was Christmas Eve.

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"Well, I guess I'd better roll myself back to my house. Let you get back to your deadline," Christopher hedged after Devyn and Emily left. "You don't have to," Mason said, stopping him. "I mean, I do have a deadline, but I just told Dev about it to get out of going to Mass." He looked around the living room and glanced to the kitchen. "I could make some coffee. We can talk." Christopher noticed the way Mason was shifting his weight from foot to foot, as if he were nervous. He felt his own nerves on edge also. Not that he didn't like being around Mason, but his lust was rising with every minute he spent in the man's presence. "Sure," he said with a nod. He really wanted to ask for a shot of hard liquor to ease his nerves. The caffeine in the coffee would have to do. Leaning against the counter, he watched Mason get the coffee pot started. "The tree looks nice. Emily is so proud of it." Mason smiled, pulling two cups from the cabinet. "We had fun decorating it." Silence settled upon them, this time edged with strain. The sound of crashing waves filtered in to mingle with the percolating brew. "Tell me, Christopher." Mason faced him, hip leaning against the counter. "Who is it that intrigues you the most? Me, Mason Romero, or Master Stafon?" Christopher stared into his deep chocolate eyes, falling further into their grasp. His lust spiked higher, his blood heating. He had the greatest urge to fall to his knees and worship Mason's body. To have those striking long fingers 33


touch him, run through his hair, scratch at his scalp. He shivered with exhilaration. "Would you be offended if I said both?" His voice was deep with arousal. Mason moved closer, the corner of his lip twitching, amused. "No, actually it pleases me." "It ... it does?" Christopher was surprised. Was Mason actually interested in him? Mason leaned closer, there was only an inch between their mouths. The scent of brewing coffee mingled with Mason's spicy cologne. Christopher's nose had never smelt a better scent. It made his body tingle and his cock twitch. "Yes, Christopher." Mason closed the distance and brushed his lips ever so softly over Christopher's. "However, Master Stafon is just a character. I admit he's a part of me, but not all of who I am." "I understand that." Christopher swallowed hard. "And I'd be pleased to show you my dungeon, but only if you are willing to play. What do you say? Do you think you could handle me?" Christopher was speechless, his throat working, trying to find his voice. His nerve endings were jumping with excitement, his imagination running wild. He gave up and just nodded his response. Mason chuckled and moved away. His lips curved into a smile of unspoken promises of pleasure. "Let's see if you can, Christopher."

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Chapter Seven Christopher followed Mason up the stairs, his heart pounding so hard it felt like a drum beating in his chest instead of a palpable organ. Was he really doing this? His gaze traveled Mason's backside, admiring the firm ass, and he wondered if the thighs and back were just as strong. A surge of heated lust flew through Christopher's body and he knew he'd not say no to this man. At the end of the hall was a closed door. Christopher hadn't noticed it the night before with everything else he had seen. Mason turned without opening the door. Chocolate had never looked so sweet as Mason's eyes briefly swept over his clothed body, seeming to see beneath the material, making Christopher's cock jerk with need. "I like the black shirt," Mason said, his eyes focusing on Christopher's. "It makes the blue in your eyes brighter. Sexier." His stomach flopped as the wings of anxious butterflies brushed along his organs. A rush of blood filled his cock, but Christopher clamped down on the groan before it had a chance to escape. "And shows off my tan." He smiled at Mason trying to appear unaffected though his erection was attempting to tent his jeans. Mason's eyes darkened, his tongue wetting his lower lip. "Yeah, it does." 35


Christopher instinctively took a step back. Mason looked as if he would devour him right there. Heaven above, he'd never felt this flare of fire igniting his blood from just a look. Fear slivered through his mind, as did an internal warning, but eagerness and desire to be with Mason overwhelmed it. "Are you sure about this, Christopher? Once you walk in, there's no turning back." Christopher swallowed a lump of anxiety and nodded. It was now or never. His curiosity of Mason and his need to spend some time in Master Stafon's world wouldn't let him say no. Mason smiled in approval, the dimple deepening. "I'm glad." He turned and pulled a key from his pocket. Christopher's gaze watched him, mesmerized by the man's movements. He jumped unceremoniously, startled from his trance, when his cell phone rang. It was his sister Hannah. "I'm sorry," he said to Mason, cheeks flushing. "Go ahead and take it. Then set it on vibrate. It will be awhile before you'll get to answer it." Christopher's cheeks heated more. He couldn't help it. Mason made him feel like a schoolboy with his first crush. "Hey, Hannah," he choked out and forced himself to turn away from Mason, who was leaning so casually against the doorframe. His arms were crossed leisurely over his chest as if he had all night. "Just calling to wish you a Merry Christmas, brother." "Merry Christmas to you, too. But you could have waited until tomorrow to call. Is everything all right?" 36


Hannah sighed. "Yeah, I just missed you and wanted to make sure you were doing okay." "I'm good, Hannah." He glanced over his shoulder at Mason. "Real good." "I hate that you're all by yourself at Christmastime. Maybe I should take a red eye flight down there." "Don't do that," he said a little rushed. Calming his tone, he continued. "I'm fine. I met some really great people who've made sure that I've joined in their holiday celebrations." "Really? Do tell. Lots of details." Excitement filled her voice. Christopher chuckled. "Later, sis." He turned and faced Mason. "But I'm in good hands tonight." His eyes traveled the length of Mason's body, a shiver raced along his spine. "Very good hands." "All right. If you insist. But promise I'll get some details soon." He sighed happily. He loved the closeness he and his twin shared. "Promise. Good night, Hannah." "Night, brother of mine." Christopher disconnected and set the ringer to vibrate before pocketing it. "My sister." "Demanding details of your new friends?" His brow rose knowingly. Christopher smiled lightly. "Let me guess. Devyn does the same." Mason shrugged. "Sometimes. At least yours didn't set you up." 37


Thinking back to Valentine's Day, Christopher smiled. "No, that's my other sister, Shannon. She's the master manipulator." Mason huffed with a smile. "At least their intentions are good." Mason pushed off the doorframe and put his hand on the handle. "Well, shall we?" Christopher took a deep breath, not really sure what to expect or how he would react. Now or never, he thought. Nodding, he stood next to Mason. The door opened and Christopher stepped in. "Holy shit," he whispered, his eyes roaming the room. The door shut softly behind him, the click sounded as loud as the pounding of his heart. There was a second audible click and without looking back, Christopher knew Mason had locked the door. Mason stayed silent as Christopher took in the room. He had quite the collection of BDSM paraphernalia. One wall was filled with whips, handcuffs, and an assortment of bindings. All on display like a museum. A thick coat of paint blacked out the only window in the room. Next to the window was a long table that held a variety of gags and several Styrofoam heads adorned with masks and headgear. On a dresser near a second door were a variety of anal plugs, vibrators, and dildos laid out. The floor was wood and only one large area rug lay in the center. There was a bench, similar to a weightlifting bench, set up along with several other contraptions of which he wasn't sure what they were. Christopher actually felt like he'd stepped into a hardcore Fairvilla store. His pulse raced with excitement and a touch of 38


fear. His hands trembled as his stomach butterflies cranked up their speed. He really had no words for what he was feeling. "So..." Christopher slowly walked around the room, getting a closer look at many of the tools Mason had used in the Master Stafon books. "Did you buy all of these?" Conversation would help, right? "Some, yes, for research. But after my second book was released, a handful of the toy companies started sending me products hoping they would get mentioned in a future book. When I did, they continued sending me products." Christopher reached out and lightly touched a ball gag, remembering how one had filled up Michael's mouth, preventing not much more than grunts to be heard and drool to run freely down his chin. Had his jaw hurt after it was taken off? "Have you..." he swallowed before continuing the question. "used..." "You don't need to know that," Mason interrupted. His voice wasn't harsh, just detached, like he wasn't interested in the way the conversation was going. "Shall we begin, Christopher?"

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Chapter Eight Christopher inhaled a lungful of air and slowly released it. He turned and nodded. "I'm ready." Mason's luscious lips curved into a sensual smile that was more arousing than anything Christopher had yet experienced in all of his twenty-one years. Gazing at those beautiful lips, he suddenly wanted to know what they felt like. Would they be as soft as they looked? Would Mason kiss him in the course of the night? If not, wouldn't it be nice to at least know how his soon-to-be lover tasted? "Can I..." he started, stopping Mason's motion when he turned to move away. He looked over his shoulder, left eyebrow raised in silent question. Christopher cleared his throat before continuing, "Can I kiss you before we start?" Jesus, he sounded like a kid. But then, that's how Mason made him feel. Mason turned, his smile genuine. "I'd love to kiss you, Christopher." Those words sent the flutters in Christopher's stomach awhirl. His fingers twitched with nervousness and his pulse sped. He wanted to do more than kiss Mason's lips. He wanted to explore every inch that composed this gorgeous man with his lips, tongue, and fingers. He wanted to know Mason intimately. But all of that could wait. First came the need to know what it would be like to be at the mercy of one who spurred such wild and raw emotions. He wanted to submit his will to 40


Mason for a time, to experience a freedom few would ever encounter in their lifetime. Christopher blinked and Mason stood only a hair's breath away, his expression intense. He could feel heat radiating from Mason's body, as beguiling as a snake charmer. His cock shuddered knowing the man was about to kiss him. That he would finally get a taste of heaven. Their eyes locked, storming blue with delicious brown. Opposite sides of the wishbone yet still joining. "Mas..." The word turned into a gasp as Mason's lips softly brushed over his. His body trembled, his veins blazing. Christopher's chest constricted against its rapidly beating heart, making it harder to breathe. But then who needed to breathe when Mason's mouth claimed its place and turned his body to jelly. Christopher's fingers found their way to Mason's thick hair, threading through the softness. He groaned as Mason's tongue explored deeper, the lustful fire within his body running rampant, near explosion. There was nothing gentle about the kiss. It was intense and untamed. Mason's hands slipped around his ass and forced their bodies together. Christopher gasped into the mouth intertwined with his, feeling the stiff cock pressed to his own. The sensation was exhilarating knowing that Mason was as affected as he. Leaving him breathless, Mason pulled away and took a step back. Christopher's gaze was fascinated with how Mason's lips were swollen from their feral kiss and the way his chest heaved as if he'd just run a marathon. Those soulful eyes were darker, and gleamed with an emotion Christopher 41


couldn't pin down. He knew this man housed a tightly reigned passion that was roaring to be released. And Christopher wanted to be the one to set it free. "I feel..." Christopher paused. How did he feel? One moment he wanted to devour Mason, but just as quickly felt the need to be consumed by him. His natural instinct was to dominate Mason. To show how much he desired him, but in the next breath, Christopher was ready to submit complete control over to Mason. How fucked were those riotous emotions? Christopher didn't know if he was coming or going. However, coming looked more promising. "You'll have plenty of time to tell me how you feel. Later." Christopher closed his mouth and nodded, believing Mason. "Why don't you undress?" Mason instructed, his voice husky. "You don't want to help?" Christopher gave Mason his best flirtatious grin. He ached to have those hands touching him again, to feel his heat without the distraction of clothing. Mason chuckled, brushing the strands of hair from his face. "I'll admit it's tempting. But if that kiss is any indication of our attraction to each other, we'll go straight to sex and skip all the foreplay I have planned." "Would that be so bad?" He stepped closer to Mason, craving a touch from such a beautiful man. Mason answered with only a grunt and turned to open a drawer in the dresser beside him. Christopher watched as he drew out something that instantly sent blood surging to his already engorged cock and tremors of anxiety through his 42


nerves. With great care, Mason unfolded the black material and held it up for Christopher's inspection. It was a straightjacket made of black Latex. A burst of wind rushed from his lungs and his heart stopped. Could it be? "Is that...?" Mason nodded. "From Captive Love, yes. It's the model I used when I was writing it. The company let me keep it." Captive Love was Master Stafon's fifth book. In it, Master Stafon's protagonist, Bryn, had fallen for a particularly disobedient submissive, Angel. Bryn had confined Angel in a rubber, sleeveless bodysuit with the crotch area exposed, and then a latex straightjacket. The two pieces allowed only Angel's head, ass, cock, and balls to remain uncovered to Bryn. Christopher remembered how hard he'd gotten from just reading about Angel all trussed up and helpless at Bryn's mercy. How would it feel wearing it like a second skin? In the book, Angel had been able to feel pressure where Bryn touched yet deprived of the actual touch. Angel had soon ached to feel his Master's warm skin on his. In the end, Angel gave in and fully submitted to Bryn and was rewarded greatly for it. "Undress, my Christopher. I want to see if this black is as beautiful on you as your shirt." He draped the straightjacket over one of the contraptions and waited, arms crossed over his chest. Christopher was speechless, his mouth dry. He nodded and with trembling fingers started to work on the buttons of his shirt. It took several tries to get the buttons through the 43


holes, and in the end, he pulled the damned thing over his head and tossed it on the floor. His belt, pants, and shoes were quickly cast away also until he wore only his tented blue plaid boxers. "You don't listen very well, my Christopher." Mason's voice sounded deeper with a gruffer, more authoritative tone to it. Mason walked behind him and pulled the boxers down with one swift tug. Christopher's cock got caught up in the boxers for the merest of seconds, sending a sharp pain through him before freeing itself and bouncing like a diving board. Biting back a cry, he noticed the pain had not affected his erection one bit. "This is your one and only warning. You will do all I ask or you will be punished. Is that understood?" Christopher swallowed hard and nodded. A severe slap fell across one of his ass cheeks. "Yes, Sir," he quickly spit out, remembering how the submissives answered Master Stafon in the books. "Good." Mason picked up the straightjacket and approached. A shiver of anticipation ran down Christopher's spine and sweat broke out over his skin. Mason noticed this and held out the straightjacket. "Hold this. We'll never get it on with you like this." Christopher took the straightjacket and was surprised at how heavy it was. He was so intent on studying what lay in his hands, he hadn't realized what Mason was doing until he felt the soft sprinkle of powder land on his shoulders. The 44


light fragrance of the baby powder tickled his nose, but he dare not move. "That's better," Mason said after he finished rubbing the powder over Christopher's skin, drying the perspiration. Mason took the straightjacket and held the open back toward Christopher. Though he'd never worn one, he knew enough that it was like putting on a jacket, only backwards. He stepped forward and put his arms in the sleeves. "Ball your fingers into fists," Mason instructed, settling the jacket on Christopher's shoulders then moving to his back and started zipping it up. Christopher had to raise his head, the three-inch collar forcing his compliance. "Cross your arms, right over left." Christopher did as he was told so Mason could grab hold of the straps at the end of the sealed sleeves. Mason tugged the sleeves tighter so his arms were tight against his upper stomach before buckling them behind his back. "Spread your legs." With shaky knees, Christopher widened his stance. A strangled groan rattled his throat when he felt Mason's hands reach between his legs for the two straps hanging down from the bottom of the straightjacket. The narrow straps were pulled between his legs, one on each side of his now terribly swollen cock. He knew from the book that they would be buckled separately just above each ass cheek. This prevented the wearer from pulling the entire thing over his head. Mason came around to the front and buckled the last set of loose straps around his forearms. This kept Christopher's arms together, immobilizing him further. 45


"Let's have a look." Mason gently guided him toward the full-length mirror on the back of the door. The book was right. He could feel the pressure of Mason's hands, but not the actual touch of them. It was sensual, yet frustrating knowing how warm Mason's touch was. "Beautiful," Mason's voice was an awed whisper. Christopher stared wide-eyed at his reflection. This was really him, standing before the mirror, trussed up in shiny black latex, his upper body completely subdued. He shifted his arms and tested the pull of his bonds. He barely moved a quarter of an inch and the straps between his legs cut into his skin. Mason had done his job well securing him snugly. Mason pressed his body against Christopher's back, and he was compelled to watch those exquisite fingers slide around his waist and up over his bound arms. Already it was exasperating knowing that Mason was caressing him, but was unable to feel it, as he wanted to. He could, however, feel the hard erection pressing against the crack of his ass. He pressed his hips back against Mason who chuckled in his ear. "I will show you the meaning of control, my Christopher. I will show you sensations you never thought possible. I'll have you begging for more, eager to do whatever I ask just for my touch." "I already am," he growled and pressed harder against Mason. "No. No you aren't." Fingers slid over Christopher's throat and ever so lightly traced his lips. "Not yet."

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Chapter Nine Mason's words stirred something deep in Christopher he couldn't name. Was it possible Mason really knew his deepest desires? Those he'd only made known during the fantasies in his head. Sucking in a deep breath, he tried to keep his body and mind composed. Already he was aching for release, but it was apparent Mason had different plans. "What," his voice hitched, he cleared his throat and tried again. "What do you have planned?" Mason's index finger lazily ran along his jaw. "You can stop this at any time. I will not force you to do anything you don't want to do. If we come to a point that you want to stop, just say destiny." A safe word. That was good, right? If things got too much, he could always stop. However, his gaze shifted in the mirror to the gags lined up on the table across the room. "You like those, don't you?" Mason inquired, his gaze turning its attention to the gags. "A gag prevents you from speaking and the straightjacket keeps you from holding a bell or ball to signal me." His top teeth nibbled on his bottom lip in thought. "But that just means we have to get creative." He smiled. "Come and pick out the one you want." Mason steered him away from the mirror to the table. His muscles were starting to relax and settle into the Latex. Almost comfortable. Comforting. Though the butterflies were still in a tizzy in his stomach from anxiety of what was to come next, Christopher felt completely at ease, putting his 47


trust into Mason. He'd never felt this calm about such a crucial decision. Christopher scanned the gags, hoping his intuition would guide him. This was all new; he hadn't a clue which one he'd like. "I'm not sure, sir. I've never used one." Mason's hand brushed along one arm. Again, he felt the pressure, but not the warmth the touch would bring. "Let's stay simple then tonight. Something not too uncomfortable to get you started." He picked a gag from the table." This one is named a scolds mask trainer gag. This will keep your mouth full and your jaw shut with little discomfort. I love ring gags and ball gags because they cause the wearer to drool uncontrollably, but they can be rough on a beginner. We can work our way up to them. Is this all right with you?" Christopher eyed the gag, a small nagging of doubt and sanity tried to claw its way through the immense desire coursing through him, only to be banished as Mason's words sunk in. Working their way up to a more difficult gag meant he wanted to do this more than one time. The prospect of spending more time with Mason this way was getting more and more appealing with every passing minute. Letting out a slow breath, he nodded his agreement and prepared himself for the restrictive gagging device. Mason gave him a genuine smile that pushed away any doubt, telling him he could trust this man with his body. Mason leaned forward and brushed his lips over Christopher's. The contact was brief and light, but more than enough to fan the flames smoldering in his veins. 48


"Now, open your mouth and we'll get this on you." Christopher opened his mouth and Mason inserted the two-inch plug that was attached to the gag. "Close your mouth and relax your jaw." The plug was made of a soft material and held his tongue down. His stomach flipped nervously, but did not stop Mason from wrapping the black leather around his face. The material continued over his chin and wrapped around his neck. "Is this too tight?" Mason pulled on the small straps, securing it at the back of his neck. Christopher shook his head and tried to say no, but with his tongue pressed down in his mouth, it only came out as a grunt. "Good. Just this final strap and you'll be set." Mason pulled up the loose strap that was attached to the front of the gag cover, the leather splitting into a V around his nose then back into one strap to fall over the middle of his forehead and over his head and buckled at his neck. "Take a look." Mason turned him around and let him face the mirror again. A blast of jumbled emotions shot through Christopher that ranged from fear to delirious pleasure. The gag reminded him of the old black and white TV shows he'd seen as a child, where the bad guy kidnapped the girl and gagged her with a handkerchief so that nothing below her nose was seen. Only this gag conformed to his chin, keeping his jaw closed and the plug in place. "Do you like it? Does it fit okay?" Mason adjusted the strap in the back, double-checking everything. 49


Christopher only nodded and greedily drank in his appearance along with the feeling of confinement. His gaze lowered to where his cock stood at attention. It was swollen, full of blood, and the tip darkened purple with an aching need. One he knew Mason would be the only one to satisfy. He was so immersed in his own feelings, Christopher jumped when Mason touched his cock. "One last thing." He wrapped a strip of thin black leather around the base of Christopher's cock, binding it under his balls and then back around the cock before tying it off like one would a shoe. "You are far too hard to even try any of my other cock rings, but this will be just as effective." Cock rings helped prolong erections. Master Stafon used them often on his sub characters. Mason stepped back and eyed Christopher who wanted to fidget under the intense scrutiny. Did he look good for him? Was there something else he should do? Remembering the books, Christopher lowered his head so that he stared at the floor and waited for Mason to give him further instruction. He had no feeling of discomfort or silliness with what he wore. It felt ... appropriate to be here with Mason and doing this. "Perfect." Mason caressed a finger along Christopher's cheek, sending shocks of fireworks to his cock, his body trembling and knees weak.

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Chapter Ten Christopher watched Mason through hooded eyes, place several items in a black bag. It was useless for him to even think of trying to communicate with Mason, so he stood quietly and waited. "Let's move this into my bedroom." Christopher's brows drew together in confusion. Wasn't the point of this to spend time in Mason's dungeon? "As you can see, there's no bed in here," Mason spoke as if reading his mind. He leaned forward, his lips brushing across Christopher's cheek just above the gag. "As I said before," his voice softer, "Master Stafon draws on my darker side, but I'm not him. He may take his lovers on racks and all sort of medieval devices, but Mason Romero likes a bed." Christopher's knees felt like jelly and his heart fluttered with joy. He was surprised at his relief. He had expected to have sex on some of the interesting equipment that filled this room, but also frightened by the prospect. He wasn't sure he was quite ready for so much all at once. He was glad for Mason's interference, even if it were unknowingly. He followed Mason out of the dungeon, his eyes searching the door leading to Devyn's room and the staircase. He wore only the straightjacket, gag, and a string wrapped around his cock and balls. Adrenaline pumped swift through his veins at the prospect of getting caught, which only heightened his arousal level. Damn, his fingers itched to reach down and stroke his throbbing cock. On their own accord, though his 51


brain knew it was impossible, Christopher's arms wiggled trying to scratch that itch. Grinding his teeth, he forced them to stop as another surge of blood rushed between his legs, the result of the slight struggle. If Mason noticed Christopher's battle between mind and body, he didn't say a word. He locked the door and led the way to his room, oblivious to the possibility of Devyn or Emily bouncing up the stairs. But then, he was still fully clothed. Christopher stood just inside the door, his eyes ever watchful of Mason, not really knowing what to do or what exactly was expected of him. So he did what he did often in his life ... go with the flow. "It will take me a moment to set up. Just relax." To ease his frayed nerves, Christopher walked over to the wall with all the book covers. He turned his attention to each frame for several moments, trying hard to divert his attention from the screaming need of his impatient cock and from what Mason was doing. It didn't work. Each cover brought about images of what Master Stafon and his protagonists did to their lovers in the books. What percentage of the writings were Mason's actual desires compared to his imagination? "Come lay on the bed," Mason instructed, gaining his attention. Mason lit a couple of candles he had placed on the dresser then turned off the lights. He glanced at the bed. The comforter was removed and folded neatly on the computer chair. Red silken sheets shimmered in the candlelight, invitingly. His feet responded before his head, seemingly led by his penis since it was sticking out stiff as a rod and leading the way. 52


Christopher lay comfortably on his back, his head propped on the pillow. He wished he could feel the soft, cooling material on his back. The frustration at the lack of feeling anything but the tight latex against his sweat-dampened skin only increased his arousal as the silky sheets brushed on his ass and legs. If it weren't for the string of leather tied around his straining cock and tightening balls, he was sure he'd already have blown his load. His control was hanging by a thread, pun intended, as he was tempted to fall to his knees and offer his ass to Mason, whimpering like a bitch in heat. Christopher took a slow deep breath through his nose, willing his body to relax. He was amazed at the change of his mental and physical state just by being strapped into a straightjacket and gagged. What would happen when Mason actually touched him? His body trembled in anticipation and he swallowed the moan clogging his throat. "Don't take your eyes from me," Mason commanded, standing at the foot of the bed. How could Christopher ignore that authoritative tone? So he watched and thought he'd perhaps fallen into hell instead of heaven. Mason started removing his clothes. His fingers pushed the buttons through the holes unhurriedly. Christopher felt damned, watching beautiful olive skin exposed and being unable to touch it. It was a torturous eternity, but finally Mason stood nude, his cock swollen, looking as needy as Christopher felt. "Do you like what you see?" Christopher nodded, unable to take his eyes from the gorgeous form before him. How could he not like the sleek, 53


smooth skin covering lovely muscles? The six-pack abdomen? Muscled thighs? A light trail of dark hair led from his finelooking belly button to his thick, magnificent cock. And he probably had a nice tight ass, inside and out, to complete the perfect picture of a man. It was apparent from the well-defined muscles Mason didn't sit in front of the computer twenty-four seven. He obviously worked out and it paid off greatly. Christopher was salivating like a dog. Christopher's breath quickened when Mason crawled onto the bed and toward him on all fours. He suddenly felt like a fly trapped in a web, waiting to be devoured. "Spread your legs." Christopher did, holding his breath for what Mason would do next. "Beautiful," Mason breathed out, his eyes concentrating on Christopher's cock for the first time that night. He was silent as his gaze took in every inch of exposed flesh. "Do you want me to touch you, my Christopher?" Christopher nodded, the bob of his head more frantic than he intended. He noticed a tremble to Mason's hands as he reached out and lightly cupped his drawn-up sacks. He jumped at the warm contact, a groan vibrating his throat. Mason chuckled, pleased. "Master Stafon would demand to be pleased. He wouldn't be happy until his lovers did all they were commanded and his seed was spent. Sometimes without regard to his lovers' needs." Mason bowed his head and surprised Christopher by flicking his tongue across the tip of his cock. "I'm not like 54


that." His eyes lifted and met Christopher's. "I desire nothing but to please you. To discover what drives you mad until you writhe beneath my touch. To watch your pleasure as you come." Even without the gag filling his mouth, Christopher would have been speechless at Mason's words. Never had a lover been so giving or selfless. "Don't think me unselfish." A slow smile stretched his lips. "Your pleasure is the end game, but I won't be without my own gratification." That only made things better for Christopher. Not only would he have a great experience, but also knowing Mason was enjoying it just as much and doing it willingly was truly a gift.

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Chapter Eleven Mason trailed his finger along the length of Christopher's cock, extracting a deep moan. A shiver of need slipped up his spine. Who needed foreplay? Christopher was more than ready to sate the burning desire rushing his veins. "You were made for bondage, my Christopher." Mason gripped the twitching cock and gave it a slight squeeze. "But you are not a submissive like Master Stafon's lovers. You are curious and willing to try new things, but you are not..." Mason didn't finish, but Christopher understood. Though he was willing to do this with Mason, he knew he would not do so with any other. The thought was comforting. "I'll enjoy your body tonight. Very much so." Mason's hand began stroking Christopher's cock in a slow rhythm while his gaze swept his torso. "I will touch you. Taste you. Start learning every inch of your body." He drew his bottom lip into his mouth, wetting it. "I want to know what it feels like to be inside your body. To feel your heat engulfing me as you spasm around me." Christopher whimpered as Mason painted the vivid, erotic images in his mind. "And then I'll unwrap you like the precious Christmas gift you are and relish every other inch I didn't get to the first time round." Mason stopped the motion of his hand and flicked his tongue across Christopher's tip again. His hips jerked from the bed, pressing toward the ceiling. Some of Christopher's 56


control broke, forcing him to close his eyes and a strained mixture of groans and whimpers escaped his throat. The sounds cut off with a gasp as Mason's mouth covered Christopher's entire length. His hips twisted up then stopped abruptly when he felt Mason's teeth press on his sensitive flesh. Christopher was in torturous bliss as Mason's hot, wet mouth began sucking. His body trembled, heat boiling in his stomach. Never had he felt such raw desire for another person. How had he gotten so lucky to meet someone who affected him so intensely? Logical thoughts fled when Mason moaned, his throat vibrating against Christopher's overly sensitive flesh followed by more sucking. With little movement available to him, Christopher bucked his hips, trying to get deeper into Mason's mouth. Mason in turn pressed his hands on Christopher's hips keeping him still, extracting a long moan of frustration. He wanted more. Needed more. Faster. Mason took his time sucking Christopher, bringing him near the edge of orgasm only to withhold that final release. Christopher wasn't sure he'd stay sane long enough for Mason to do all he promised. Holy fuck, just remembering the words Mason spoke was enough to drive any sane man out of his mind with lust. What would actually doing it while so helpless do to his mental state? Pulling his mouth away from what Christopher now was thinking of as his core of frustration, Mason loosened his grip on his hips. His hands smoothed over the sore skin then down Christopher's legs. The caress was light, yet stimulating to the 57


very tips of his nerves. Christopher's breath was short and ragged. He was having a hard time getting the right amount of air into his lungs with his mouth full and covered. "Close your eyes." Mason's voice was soft. Calm. Christopher couldn't help but obey. "Concentrate on your breathing. Inhale slowly." Christopher did so. "Now exhale just as slow. Think of nothing but your breath." That was easier said than done as the heat from Mason's hands rested on the inside of his thighs and his cock wept for release. But after several more tries, Christopher managed to calm his breath enough to get sufficient oxygen through his airways. "Do you want me to remove the gag, Christopher?" He opened his eyes and stared directly into Mason's captivating dark gaze, coated with concern. Damn, the man was beautiful. Christopher shook his head no. Not yet. He was enjoying the way the gag filled his mouth and had gotten used to the feel of the straps keeping his jaw closed. Mason nodded. "If it gets to be too much, please start humming the Star Spangled Banner. Can you remember that?" Christopher nodded though he wasn't sure of his name at the moment. How was he expected to remember a song? Mason reached over to the bedside table and picked up a vial of liquid lubricant. Christopher watched as he poured some in one palm then rubbed his hands together, the oil shining on his skin. "Ready to continue?" 58


Looking from his cock standing straight in the air, definitely ready for more, to Mason's similarly stiff erection, Christopher nodded and bit harder on the gag. Mason slowly smiled, his hands wrapping around the needy cock in front of him. Christopher jerked and groaned in mad desperation. He'd always prided himself in his control, but he was quickly finding out that he had very little in Mason's hands. Literally. "Exquisite doesn't do you justice. Neither does magnificent," Mason sighed. "No, there's no word to use for how you look just now. So needy. Wanting. Desperate." Mason kept one hand slowly stroking Christopher while the other slipped over his rock-hard balls until a finger found the tight opening. On instinct, it clenched tighter, before giving way to the invasion. Christopher threw is his head back in ecstatic bliss, eyes closed and body trembling. Mason stroked his finger in and out of his ass, using the same languid speed on his cock several times, before slipping a second finger in. Christopher pressed onto the digits, urging them deeper. "Anxious, my Christopher?" He opened his eyes and nodded, nearly breathless again, but he was in enough control of his breath so he didn't have to stop like before. He ground his teeth so hard on the gag that his jaw ached when Mason removed his fingers. He watched Mason through his lashes as he moved to kneel between his legs. It appeared as if Mason was in complete control of his body and the situation, but upon closer scrutiny, Christopher saw the thin sheen of sweat on Mason's brow. 59


The slight tremble to his body and the way his muscles responded in a jerky manner. Not at all the fluid grace he'd started out with. Lowering his eyes, Christopher also noticed the pre-cum seeping from Mason. Yes, his lover was just as affected, pleasing him greatly. Mason lifted Christopher's legs so one rested on each of his shoulders, giving him total access to his puckered hole. Seemingly, out of nowhere, Mason produced a condom, ripping the foil with his teeth and expertly rolling it over his cock. Christopher was surprised at the disappointment falling in his stomach. He'd wanted to feel his lover flesh to flesh, but logic knew this was right. Christopher had been with a lot of men and women since he'd hit puberty, but he was always careful with protection. He didn't know Mason's history, but he too was aware of the dangers of being with someone you didn't know. With his tip slightly pressing on Christopher's ass, Mason spoke, his voice deep and rough. "Beg for me, my Christopher. Beg like your life depends on my cock getting into your body." How could he deny Mason when he truly felt that way? So he began whimpering and groveling, hoping his eyes showed the pleading consuming him. Mason watched, his face blank of expression, but those striking eyes, dark in color, yet shining bright in the dim lighting, showing an emotion Christopher recognized. It scared him. He'd seen it many times in his life, but never toward him. No, never has anyone looked at him with such ... no, it couldn't be. They'd just met. 60


But then, why was his heart swelling and his stomach flipping with joy. Why was he feeling ... the same? Mason plunged his entire cock into Christopher's body with one thrust. Christopher arched his back and screamed, not from pain, but in pure unadulterated pleasure. His mind was in a swirl of sensations, not noticing that Mason was no longer slow and tender. His body and mind only registered the pleasure wracking it, not the actual actions of the hard, deep, almost wild thrusts. Moans, pants, and whimpers filled his ears, but he didn't know if it was himself or Mason. He didn't care. "Come ... for me ... my Christopher," Mason's broken voice seeped through the thick haze of sensual indulgence. They triggered something deep within. My Christopher. Mason was laying claim to him. Somehow he knew this was no longer play. The emotions riding the words said it all. Christopher arched and screamed as the tight leather wrapped around his cock and balls was released, as was his seed, squirting hard up onto Mason's chest

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Chapter Twelve "Christopher." The voice was soft, warm, and ... filled with concern? "Wake up, baby." Christopher fought his way through the cloud of sleep, forcing his eyes to obey his mind and open. Mason sighed loudly, then smiled. "Christopher, don't do that again. You scared the shit out of me." Brows drew together in confusion. What had he done? "What did..." His throat was dry, his voice rough. Wait, wasn't he gagged? His eyes searched frantically around. Had it all been a dream? A deliciously, erotic dream? Please, no. Then his brain registered that he couldn't move his arms. He was still securely trapped in the straightjacket ... and incredibly hot and sweaty. "Can you sit up?" "Yeah." With Mason's help, he sat up and sipped at the water offered to his lips. The cool liquid on his throat was heavenly. "I'm sorry, Mason. I've never had that happen before." Though he'd seen it back in February when Michael had finally gotten his fantasy fulfilled. Mason chuckled. "I've never had that happen to me, either. So it's something new for both of us." He brushed a light kiss over Christopher's lips. "Just don't do it again." He smiled. "I'll try not to, but damn ... if it's like that every time, I can't make any promises." 62


Mason shook his head, but still smiled. "You must be burning up. Let's get this thing off of you." "What about what you said? You aren't reneging now, are you?" "Never. But I don't want you passing out on me again. You are covered in sweat. Deliciously sexy sweat, but still ... I don't want to have to call 9-1-1 and explain why you are suffering heat exhaustion." "You're the boss," Christopher said, slipping into a smirk. "Hell. Do you know how fucking sexy you are when you grin like that?" Mason was unbuckling the straps that kept his arms together in the front and Christopher saw that his hands were trembling. He shrugged saying nothing, but continued with his smirk. "Dangerous. Very dangerous," Mason muttered scooting behind Christopher. The clinking of metal sounded as his arms were slowly lowered and freed. "Shit," he hissed. "I didn't realize I was so stiff." "Stiff is an appropriate word." Mason's eyes wandered down. Christopher followed his gaze and was amazed that his dick was twitching and already starting to swell again. So soon was astounding. Mason gently pushed the material from Christopher's shoulders but it stuck to his heated skin. It took both of them to pull the straightjacket from his body. Christopher sighed when he was finally free, and lifted his arms above his head and stretched. "Mmmm," he moaned when Mason's lips started kissing where his neck and shoulder met. 63


"I'm dying to kiss you." "What's stopping you, Mason?" Christopher turned so they were face to face. "Absolutely nothing." Mason's breath swept over his lips a moment before crashing down. There was nothing gentle or tender about the kiss. It was filled with passion and just as much heat as the sex the two had just shared. Before Christopher could blink, they were laying side-by-side, lips locked, and legs entwined. Their cocks, silken flesh, rubbed with their movements, dragging groans from them both. The only stiffness Christopher now thought of was the one between his legs. "I was wrong," Mason admitted, finally breaking the kiss. The pit of Christopher's stomach suddenly felt heavy, as did his heart. Had Mason changed his mind? Did his passing out spoil things for them? Tears sprang to his eyes, but he refused to let them spill. "About what?" He choked on the words. Mason's finger traced his lower lip sending a spasm of shivers down his spine. His touch was electrifying "I said earlier that once I unwrapped you, I was going to enjoy the rest of you. But now, having you naked in my arms, I want you to touch me. My skin itches at the thought of your tongue on me ... anywhere on me. I want you to fuck me, Christopher. I need to feel you thrusting deep inside of me." "Fuck!" Christopher moaned, his cock swelling to become as stiff as an iron bar. "You are going to be the death of me, you know that?" 64


Mason smiled, a boyish grin accenting his dimple. "But what a way to go." Christopher nodded. "A damn good way to go." "Oh, and I want you to take me from behind." A devilish gleam shone in his eyes. Christopher hissed, his self-control diminishing greatly. How the hell would he last long enough to please Mason? "Condom. Now!" Mason was quick to turn away from the embrace and grab the lubricant and another condom from the bedside table. Christopher took them but set them aside. As much as he wanted to take Mason, he would give his lover a little torture in return. A little more foreplay wouldn't kill either of them. At least he hoped not. "Lie on your back and raise your hands above your head grabbing hold of the headboard," Christopher moved over so Mason had room to move into position. He wouldn't use physical restraints as Mason had, but he was sure his words would be enough. "Do not let go until I tell you." Mason nodded, but Christopher noticed the way his chest rose and fell a little quicker now, along with his jerking dick that was steadily thickening. The corner of his lips twitched, wanting to smile, but he suppressed it. Keeping his attention on the body stretched out before him, Christopher used his mouth and tongue to openly explore his lover's neck, chest, and abdomen. His fingers also freely roamed Mason's legs, paying close attention to his inner thighs, but not once touching the balls or cock, swollen thick with blood and weeping its desire. 65


"Please, Christopher," Mason begged, his back arching and his hips writhing as if in agony. "I would have thought you'd have more patience," he said playfully, then lapped the pearl of pre-cum from Mason's engorged cock. Mason's reply was a deep, animalistic growl and a buck of his hips. Christopher chuckled, knowing the frustration of not getting what one wanted so desperately. "Master Stafon would never have allowed his lover to have this much control over him." Christopher ran a fingertip over one of Mason's tightened balls. The gasp from his lover did happy things in his chest. "He would never expose such vulnerability to his lover, no matter how much affection he had for them." He cupped the sack and gave it a gentle squeeze watching Mason throw his head back in torturous ecstasy. He'd not once let his hands go of the headboard, his knuckles white from the tightness of his grip. "No, he wouldn't," Mason said through clenched teeth. "I'm ... not ... him." Christopher smiled, his gaze sliding up and down Mason's body. "I'm glad." He lowered his head and slid Mason's length into his mouth with one slurp. The tip rested well into the back of his throat, the size blocking all air from entering or leaving Christopher's lungs. He growled, the vibrations dragging a cry of pleasure from his lover, before pulling back until only the tip remained between his lips.

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Christopher took a deep breath, lifted his eyes and met Mason's gaze as he drew the cock back into his mouth. This time using a slow, precise pace. Mason held their locked gaze, but his hands finally unglued from the headboard to slam hard on the mattress and gather the sheets between his fingers. "Shit!" Christopher quickly pulled his mouth and hands away from Mason and tried to give him his worst scowl. It didn't work so well when his gaze broke from Mason's and roamed the writhing body. "Please ... don't stop! Damn, please." How could Christopher deny such wonderful pleading? "Turn over." Without hesitation, Mason did so, getting to his hands and knees without being told. Holy hell, the man was beautiful. Christopher groaned with his own need and yearned to feel that ass wrapped tightly around him. "Hands on the headboard again. You'll need to brace yourself with the pounding you are about to get." Mason cursed softly, falling to his elbows, hands grabbing tightly as he did before. Christopher, meanwhile, had rolled the condom on his throbbing cock and started lubing the covering. Seeing Mason in the willing and ready position, Christopher started readying his ass. It was tight. So fucking tight as he slowly pressed past the sphincter muscle gaining access. He couldn't wait to feel his cock loosening it more. "Are you ready, Mason? Do you still want my cock?" "Yes." It came out as a whimper, his body pushing back as if searching for it. 67


Without another word, Christopher pressed his tip to Mason's opening and pushed. He entered slowly, savoring the feel of the muscles that spasmed around him until his nuts were pressed tightly against Mason. Both hissed their pleasure and Christopher had to still his body for a moment or blow his load right then. Once he felt more in control, he took no mercy on Mason, driving hard and deep with each stroke. His thrusts were so strong he could feel his own balls being thrown forward and crashing with Mason's. The feel was unbelievable and threw him over the edge into orgasm. Wanting Mason to get as much pleasure as he, he quickly reached around and grasped hold of his lover's cock. "Come for ... me ... love." He barely had his fingers around Mason when he exploded, his cry joining Christopher's.

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Chapter Thirteen Christopher fought the darkness threatening to consume him for a second time that night. He fell to his side, barely feeling his flaccid and very sated cock sliding from his lover. He closed his eyes and fought to take deep, even breaths. If he passed out every time they had sex, Mason was sure to think something was wrong with him. But truly, he'd never felt such intense releases before this night. Of course, he knew it also wasn't just about the orgasms he'd had with Mason. There was so much more with his powerful emotions for Mason. "Are you okay?" Mason's voice broke through his revelations. "Yeah," he breathed. "Not going to pass out on me again, are you?" Christopher turned his head, opening his eyes, and returned the smile Mason wore. "No." "Good." He leaned over and shared a kiss. Christopher pulled away and met Mason's gaze. "Do you believe love can smack you in the head like a lead brick when you least expect it?" Mason lowered his eyes, not meeting Christopher's. He didn't answer. "Mason, please." Christopher had to know. Was desperate to know if what he was feeling was one-sided. "I always thought love was for people like Devyn. She knew the instant she met Tom that he was the one. I never 69


dreamed I'd find someone who..." his words trailed off, still looking down. "Until me?" It may be wishful thinking, but he couldn't resist the question. Mason nodded and finally raised his head. His eyes glittered with unshed tears. "I knew you were different the first time I laid eyes on you. I think I fell for you then. So handsome. Charming. I just knew you were a good person." He closed his eyes. "What you do to me. What you make me feel is scary." Christopher let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Relief was an understatement of how he felt at the moment. "Very, this is new to me too. Looking back at the two times I thought I was in love, neither felt like this. The emotions didn't knock the breath from me. I was content, happy even, but there still seemed to be something missing. It was you, Mason. You were missing," he confessed. His fingers lightly caressed Mason's cheek, wiping away the lone tear that had escaped. They shared a soft, tender kiss cementing the feelings they'd just shared. Yes, Christopher had just had the best sex he'd ever experienced ... twice. But he knew that what he felt for Mason went beyond their physical attraction. He enjoyed spending time with Mason, even their silences were comfortable, like the world was right when they were together. "Devyn did good setting us up." Mason chuckled. "Yeah, and set up is the perfect word." "What do you mean?" 70


"Devyn knows things." Christopher raised a brow in question. "Explain." "You know how I said that she knew her husband was IT when they met. Well, it's like that with a lot of things for her. It's been that way all of her life. My mom was that way, too, and so is Emily." "Like intuition passed along the female gene?" Mason shrugged. "I don't know. I gave up a long time ago trying to figure it out. I just listen when she speaks." "You know, the day I met her, she insisted I meet you. And then the black shirt, as if she knew..." "That I'd like that color on you." Mason smiled his deadsexy grin that melted Christopher's insides. "Yeah." He remembered the glaze of lust he'd seen in Mason's eyes when they looked in the mirror as he was engulfed in black Latex and leather. "That's Devyn." Mason looked down at his fingertips brushing over Christopher's abdomen. "The day Emily was born, she was so happy, yet deeply saddened. I asked her what was wrong. She told me that Tom wouldn't see Emily grow up. I vowed that day to do whatever I needed to help Devyn make Emily the happiest girl in the world. And though she lives half way across the US, she lacks for little." Christopher was speechless. He'd grown up with loving parents and sisters. Yes, his parents had been busy, but they always made time for their kids during the special times in their lives. To grow up without one of your parents would be hard. He couldn't imagine. But then, Devyn had mentioned the multiple visits she and Mason had through the year 71


despite the distance. Mason had indeed kept his promise to be there for his niece. "I love you, Mason." The words came out smooth. Natural. He saw spending the rest of his life with this man, sharing in the responsibility of making Emily a happy, maybe somewhat spoiled, girl. "Say it again." "I love you, Mason." The smile Mason sported lit the room more than electricity or candles ever could. "This may be crazy. We've only known each other a couple of days, but I love you, too, Christopher. My Christopher." They kissed, arms and legs wrapping around the other. Christopher felt the familiar tingling of arousal between his legs. "Damn, I'm so exhausted, but still you bring life to my dick with every kiss." "I hope it continues for many years." His expression sobered as Mason realized what he'd said. He paused a moment before speaking again. "Will you stay with me? I want to get to know you more. You already own my heart, but I want to know what you like, what you hate. I want to know you inside and out." Christopher chuckled and trailed small, nipping kisses over his collarbone. "You've got a great head start on the outside part. And I'd like nothing more than to stay with you. There are particulars with my schooling I'll have to deal with come January, but once things get worked out, I'll become a very happy resident of the Sunshine State." 72


Tears glistened in Mason's eyes, his bottom lip trembling. "Thank you, Christopher. That is the best Christmas present I've every received." "Uh uh," he shook his head. "Finding you is the best Christmas present ever."

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Chapter Fourteen Kris Kringle stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at the two men snuggled into each other, sleeping peacefully. He didn't worry about them waking and finding him there. His special magic protected against that. Santa Claus wasn't known to be a voyeur, but he couldn't resist seeing for himself how his present had turned out. He couldn't be more pleased. "Mr. Kringle," Ludwig appeared next to him, sheltered by the same magic so neither could be seen or heard. "It's nearly dawn. We still have many more gifts to deliver." Kris sighed. "Yes, I know, Ludwig. I was just taking a moment to rest. I'm not a spring chicken anymore." Ludwig lowered his head. "I'm sorry, sir." He raised his eyes and watched as Mason pulled Christopher tighter into his embrace. "I think Mr. O'Malley has sown all of his wild oats and is ready to settle down." He smiled. "I knew he was ready. He just had to find the right person." "Yes, you were right about him, Ludwig." But Kris' gaze moved from Christopher to Mason, lingering on the serene expressions. One that brought about a time in his past he hadn't thought of in a long time. "Mr. Kringle? Are you all right?" Ludwig's voice told of his concern. Kris nodded, but sighed loudly. "It has been so long since I've looked in on this branch of my descendants. Benita was 74


so beautiful. I'm glad her genes are still going strong in the family line." Though Kris was the famed Santa Claus and had lived many centuries, his loves hadn't. Eight months of the year, he was free to seek the comfort of a woman in which he could love and cherish, almost like a mortal. But while he could change his appearance to match that of his wife, he would never grow old and die. Only watch love after love pass on. "Ah, the beautiful Spanish señorita. She was a special one." Kris nodded. "Yes, very much so." "You've given your descendant a great match." "I hope so. I just wish I could make the other one as happy." "Devyn has the beauty of her great, great grandmother. She'll find that special someone when the time is right." Kris didn't respond, his mind already whirling with ideas. Maybe he could get another deity to help him. Cupid? New Year? The Easter Bunny was out of the question. He'd probably try to set her up with a flake. "Merry Christmas, Mason. Merry Christmas, Christopher. Treasure the time you have together." With that, he touched the side of his nose and vanished. Christopher stirred as a cool wind blew across his skin. He shivered and tried to get closer to Mason, though there wasn't a millimeter separating their skin. He smiled, feeling true joy for the first time in his life. "Merry Christmas, Mason." He kissed the closest warm shoulder and drifted into blissful sleep. 75


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