Servant and Master

Part 2

Merlin had the strangest sense of deja'vu as he woke up... disoriented... again. Quickly realizing he was still tied up, only this time he was lying on a rough blanket tossed over a thin pile of straw on the stone floor. His hands and feet were bound by ropes stretched out to four spikes pounded into the floor. Merlin cast his magic out to undo his bonds, nonplussed when nothing happened. He had to hurry before Morgana returned. If she came back he wouldn't be able to try to escape using magic until he was alone again. If there was one thing he agreed with Gaius on, it was that Morgana could never know about his magic.

Merlin closed his eyes trying to get a feel for the magic that was keeping his bindings tight, when he heard the door open and cold air rush across his naked form as the door closed behind whoever had entered. He kept his eyes closed, trying to pretend unconsciousness, while trying to loosen his bonds.

Searing water rushed over his body, making him cry out as the rivulets scalded the skin it touched leaving reddened streaks across his flesh.

"There, all nice and clean." Morgana spoke in a cheery voice.

"You Bitch," Merlin seethed through his clenched teeth, as his body reverted to shivering violently as it tried to recover from the shock of heat and the cold in the room, pain singing along his nerves under the now tender flesh.

He strained against the ropes, his muscles drawing ridged lines under his skin as he pulled and tugged to get free.

"tsk... tsk... tsk..."Morgana clucked her tongue at him like a mother hen, ignoring him and just smiling as she walked to stand between his outstretched legs.

Merlin glanced at her through hooded eyes ready to let fly every foul word he had ever heard and then some, but they died like burnt ashes in his mouth as he stared up at her form.

Morgana stood tall and lithe, her raven hair hanging in wild ringlets down her back and over her shoulders down to her waist. Pale blue eyes that looked reflected off of arctic ice stared intensely down at him under finely arched eyebrows. Her lips, the rich dark color of rubies, pursed in a small pout beneath a patrician nose. But the exquisiteness of her features weren't what stole the words from him. It was the night black, skin tight corset buckled across her ribs, making her waist seem impossibly small and pushing her breasts up past the spilling point that caught his attention. A sheer silver skirt flowed around her legs with a slit in one side all the way up to her hip. She stood barefooted holding what looked like a worn, black leather strap about a foot long and two inches wide in her hand. She was lightly drumming it against her thigh.

His eyes followed the movement of that strap as it swung lazily in Morgana's hand when she stepped astride of him, placing her feet on either side of his ribs. He looked up and his breath hitched when he caught sight through the sheer material that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. He couldn't do anything but stare as she slowly lowered herself until she was sitting astride him with her knees pressed into his sides and her feet tucked under his hips. The pain of the hot water was all but forgotten as he stared at her, holding his breath waiting to see what she would do next, as he realized that only the thin garment was between his cock and her nether lips. Every muscle in his body was ridged with tension.

"Merlin," Morgana's voice purred his name. "I think you have been a very naughty boy of late and as such are in need of some strict discipline. There are rules to be followed. For the rules that are obeyed you will be rewarded and for those you break there will be punishment. Now, rule number one, you will at all times refer to me as Mistress, understand?" She looked at him expectantly.

Like a bolt of lightning the strap descended across his bare chest. He instinctively bucked trying to throw her off but she was prepared for that and had locked her feet beneath him and clung tight with her knees. A sharp grunt was the only sound he hadn't been able to contain at the strike. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to think quickly how to extricate himself from this situation as she spoke again.

"Now let's try that again. Rule number one, you will at all times refer to me as Mistress. Am I understood?"

Merlin stared and just as she was about to bring the lash across his flesh again he spat out, "Yes... Mistress..."

"Good boy, see that wasn't so hard now was it? And for your cooperation you will be rewarded."

Morgana leaned forward over him until her breasts were pushed into his face. He could just make out the dusty rose tops straining against the material. Grabbing a handful of his hair and giving it a yank, she jerked his up until his lips were pressed into her flesh.

"You may suckle my breast until I say stop. Rule number two, if you bite me or harm me in anyway, I will yank out your teeth one at a time so that you don't forget your place again. Do you understand me?"

Wide eyed, Merlin could only shake his head to the positive.

"Good boy, see we are going to get along marvelously. Now, be a good boy and take your present sweetest."

Merlin was in a quandary, one part of him wanted to bite a chunk of flesh from her bones, the other was eager to wrap his lips around the darkened flesh at the tips of her breasts and devour them in a much more sensual way. He had no choice though, he justified to himself. Unless he wanted to have all his teeth pulled from his head he would just have to suffer what was done to him until he could figure out how to escape.

Merlin tentatively placed his lips to her breasts and began placing small kisses across the mounds of flesh. Morgana let her head fall back slightly and loosened her fingers in his hair sufficiently enough that it didn't feel as if it would come out at the root any moment. A small sound, only a little more than a sigh escaped her lips but it was enough to send the blood pooling in his loins. He had made her make that sound. It thrilled him to think he had that small amount of control over her.

Merlin dared to use his tongue, licking and nipping at her skin, careful not to get too carried away and something he did be misconstrued as him trying to bite or harm her. He unknowingly pulled at his ropes wanting to take those glorious mounds of flesh in his hands. He temporarily forgot himself as he buried his face between them breathing deep the scent of her into his lungs.

"Enough."

This time the lash came down across his thigh and barely missed his erect and throbbing member. He caught himself at the last second from biting down out of reaction. He jerked his head back and looked up at Morgana's flushed face. She wasn't immune to him either.

She stared looking down at him for a few moments, confusion and loathing on her face. Whether that aversion was directed at him or her he didn't know. Morgana abruptly stood, shoving his head back to the ground as she did so. Her chest was heaving, although he could see her struggling to control and hide that fact. She looked down at his prick, watched it bobbing for a few seconds under her gaze, then smirking she turned and strode from the room, satisfied she still had the upper hand.

Merlin watched her go with a sudden foreboding. He had to get out of here and fast. There were two things that Morgana unquestionably was. Beautiful and cruel. Merlin wasn't sure which one affected him more.