He gazed out the window and saw the ethereal effect of the moonlight turning the leaves of the great oaks to silver, but his thoughts were not on the trees or the moon. After tonight his life would be over, and the thought left him feeling betrayed. His fists opened and closed as he fought to control the anger that was building up inside of him, bubbling just below the surface. Everything he lived for was here and without any consideration for him or his needs, tomorrow it would all be stripped from him. A feeling of helplessness filled his heart because there was nothing he could to change what would happen in the morning. It should never have come to this, but like it or not he would be forced to leave in the morning.
At twenty-eight years old Jonathan towered above most other men, and his broad shoulders made him appear even taller than the six foot four inches that he was. His hair was a light, sandy brown color that fell around the top of his ears, and his eyes were dark brown, lidded with thick lashes. Cheek bones that were too sharp and a jaw that was too square made his angular face interesting but he couldn't be considered handsome. He always seemed in need of a shave because the dark stubble reappeared before the day was half through.
Jonathan had been brought here when he was a child and this had been the only life he remembered. Arianne had brought him here to live with the Fae, and his life with them had been mostly carefree, filled with laughter, music, dancing and love making. But his captor was also capable of great cruelty. He had only been the target of her wrath once, when he had unwittingly offended her by sharing a conversation with Ieleane, who had become a rival of Arianne for a short time. She had cast him into the realm of the shape shifting Spriggin, who took pleasure in the torture and killing of humans. It was only when Berlle, a particular male fairy who had seen Jonathan in the midst of the Spriggans one day, reminded her that he was still with them. After she had rescued him from them, she had laughed at her own silliness and walked away. Her laughter had always reminded him of wind chimes tinkling on a gentle breeze.
He realized that his life would never be the same, and while he felt sorrow at loosing this life with Arianne, he also realized that he meant little more than nothing to her. After taking a deep breath of the sweet summer air, he turned back to the bed and eased himself under the blanket, trying not to awaken her. Surprisingly enough he was quickly asleep and this time there were no dreams.
Arianne felt Jonathan slip in beside her and remembered when she had first seen him as a child of four, and in that moment she knew she had to have him for her own. So she had taken his hand and led him through the glamour that separated her world from his. When she had the new world that would become his own his eyes as become like saucers he had gazed at the beauty that surrounded him, and forgot about the home he had shared with his family, a home where there was never enough food and that seemed to be perpetually cold. His sisters and brother faded from his memory, and by the end of that day he had forgotten everything that had existed before Arianne and this place. She had laughed at his shyness, and the look of adoration that was in his eyes whenever she called him to her. He had brought laughter to her as a child and she had never regretted bringing him here. She had taught him to please her and he had become an accomplished and thoughtful lover who would bring her to fulfillment each time they had come together. He had learned exactly what she wanted from him when they came together, how she enjoyed gentle circles drawn around her nipple with the tip of his tongue before he sucked and bit down it. As smile crossed her face at the remembrance of times when she had had used a switch he had chosen from a Rowan tree to punish him. After a while it had become a sexual game for them and at those times her innate cruelty became apparent. But he had learned to come to fulfillment, spilling his seed to the ground as he was dangling by his wrists from the branch of a tree. Often she had used the switch soundly on his buttocks, and as a reward for his silence had decided to suck him as he hung there, removing his member from her mouth just before he climaxed. She had felt a certain power in his degradation at allow his hot seed to fall the ground and mix with the dirt below him. Part of his training had taught him the exquisite taste of her wetness as he teased the tiny knot in the heat between her legs, or slipped his tongue deeply into the core of her.
But he had been here too long already, becoming boring, and although she cared for him in her way she had made her decision. In the morning she would return him his real home, his real world, the world of the humans. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as she remembered the squalor that that had been his world. Humans were so boring, so simple, and so ignorant, and while the humans and the Fae shared the same world, the Fae maintained a glamour that kept the worlds separate, and so they came and went without being seen. She would slip Jonathan through the glamour with her and leave him where she had found him, and then she would find his replacement. It might be interesting to find one who was a free spirit, one who had a mind of his own. What would it be like to have one who might actually question her, or better still, one who might think he could leave her before she was willing to let him go? She wanted a man this time, not a child this time and she would live in his world not here. A smile lifted the corners of her mouth as she savored the idea of the excitement this idea brought to her.
