prison of darkness that had now become his room. He needed to get to Merlin and save him. Their plans, Merlin’s plans, had gone awry. They had been so deadly wrong. They had not taken away Pondora’s powers. She still had them, and they were as strong as ever, stronger than Jacob could have ever surmised.
Now she was going to seek her revenge on Merlin unless Jacob got to the tower first. What he’d do when he got there to try to stop her, he didn’t know. Her powers, from what he saw in his room, were unsurpassable. But he had to try and save his brother even if he died in the attempt.
Each step his feet took as he ran felt like tiny steps made in the giant’s den. A figurative clock appeared in Jacob’s mind, its hands moving in a quick pace.
He needed to run faster. Time was running out. Ticktock. Ticktock.
Chapter Seven
Velona wanted to slap Merlin’s face. The audacity! Did he even know who she was? What she could do to him with a wave of her hand?
For a moment, she forgot she was now powerless and wanted to give Serona’s servant a lesson he would never forget. But then reality came crashing back down on her a few seconds after, when she lifted her hand and none of her magic energy spewed from her fingertips in the form of lightning.
Damn!
Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she waited until his smug smile disappeared. Too bad she couldn’t wipe it from his face herself. She looked at him through half-closed eyes and wondered who exactly Merlin was. How did he come to be Serona’s servant? Was he forced into the situation? Or was he here of his own free will?
The way he admired Velona’s body told her that he was here now washing her of his own free will. He enjoyed this job immensely, and she had to admit so did she. His nimble-fingered touch was one of a kind.
The chills of arousal she experienced when he washed her breasts, caressing them and rubbing the nipples with the cloth, made her wet between the legs. Her clit throbbed, and she even opened her legs as passion and lust poured through her body. Her back arched forward. She wanted and needed more of his cleansing attention to her breasts.
But now when he told her he not only wanted to wash her pussy, but lick it as well, her first reaction was of appall. Not so much at the thought of it, because imagining his hot, full lips on her clit and pussy lips, kissing them, sucking them, and his tongue circling her clit and darting into her pussy had her wanting to writhe in delight. But what irked her to no end was the fact he assumed she’d allow him to do that to her. She may be powerless at this moment, but that did not mean she was a trollop who allowed a complete stranger to lick her wherever or whenever he wanted. Did he ever hear of foreplay or getting to know the woman before tongue fucking her? She guessed not.
Now what should she do next? Should she refuse his further advances and leave it at that? Or should she give him the pleasure, as well as herself, of having her cunt licked? She thought of her primary goal, which was finding a means of escape. If she could distract Merlin by getting on his good side and seducing him, then she could trick him into letting her free either by deception or by distraction. One or the other would work. She just needed to wait for the most opportune time to present itself.
Giving him a wide smile, she said, “All right, Merlin.”
She turned around, clumsily trying to put weight on her injured foot, and leaned her hands on the wall. She braced her weight more on her good foot and spread her legs, lifting her ass so her pussy was free for him to do whatever he wished.
She heard him redip the cloth in the water and then lather it with soap. He gently placed the cloth on the top of her left ass cheek and rubbed the cloth downward. She jumped on first contact with the ice-cold cloth.
“I’m sorry. I wish it would be warmer for you.” His voice sounded sincere. Hmm, Merlin did have a soft
Dorothy Salisbury Davis, Jerome Ross