Servant and Master

Part 5

Morgana was floating in the pristine water of the lake, luxuriating in the feel of the cold water on her heated bare skin. The last three days had turned unseasonably warm and although the water was brisk it was invigorating.

Swimming to the shoreline, she sat on the beach and finger combed her tangled hair letting it dry in the noon day sun. She was spending more and more time away from the hovel trying to escape the eyes that followed her every move.

For nearly a month now Merlin had been her captive. She spent her days coming up with new and interesting ways to torture him each night, becoming more and more frustrated when at the end of each session Merlin would merely look at her and say "Thank you Mistress" in that annoyingly submissive tone of his with his face all flushed from the climax he had so shamelessly succumbed to. Morgana had managed to withhold her own since that first night she had lost control. The resulting frustration on her part was beginning to take its toll. Evidenced by the dreams she was plagued with of Merlin coming to her and taking her every night for the last week.

Morgana was no fool. She knew the servant was only biding his time until he thought he could make an escape attempt. But the way his quiet dignity replaced itself every day after some of the things she did to him was beyond her kin. She also found it increasingly difficult to continue the torture. More often than not now she would catch herself just before kissing him, or running her fingers through his hair affectionately. Every new idea she had to make him miserable seemed to backfire and she was the one left frustrated and irritated in the end.

"Damn him and his...his... "...what? What was it about him that was so damn alluring?

Time had seemed to stand still. She knew it had only been a few weeks but it might as well have been a year or ten. She almost didn't remember what it was like not having him there. Hearing his even breathing at night when she lay awake had become her own personal torment. Morgana had taken to sitting by him in the night watching him sleep when she couldn't.

Morgana leaned back on the cool ground the sun warming her skin and she closed her eyes and drifted off, dreaming of blue eyes, dark hair, and large hands everywhere on her body.

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Merlin was at his bodies limit. He had made up his mind last night that there was only one thing left he hadn't tried and if that didn't work Gaius would just have to forgive him because tonight, one way or the other, he was escaping here. Even if it meant he had to reveal his magic to Morgana. The trick was going to be getting Morgana to remove his restraints since he seemed incapable of doing it himself.

Merlin whispered his daily fortifying spell he used to help ease the soreness from his body and wiggled trying to get into a more comfortable position which he knew was useless but tried anyway. His body had endured more than he thought possible. What scared him was that it fared better than his mind. As the days went by he would forget for hours he was supposed to be trying to escape and just wait helplessly for Morgana to return so he could gaze at her waiting for her to show him any attention. He would be begging her to touch him then he would suddenly realize what he was doing and inwardly panic at his temporary loss of will. If Morgana knew how close she was to breaking him for good he would be lost forever.

Merlin lay quietly contemplating his resolve when he heard her footsteps outside. He knew it was her automatically, so in tuned as he was to her. His body automatically responded to her nearness and came alive. Merlin closed his eyes chanting in his mind the word escape over and over so he wouldn't forget this time.

Morgana stepped into the room as the sun was setting on the hillside behind her. The dying light of the sun casting a glow around her body as she entered that took Merlin's breath away and the word escape was flung from his brain, replaced instead by an overwhelming need to touch her. In fact, that is what his mantra became as she walked over to him. Touch her, I want to touch her was the only thought his brain could form.