Merlin’s Song Read Online Free PDF

headboard, the harness holding her
to the wall. She jutted her buttocks into the air. “Spank me,” she begged. “I
know you love it too.”
    His hand found the belt lying on the floor and he brought it
down on her pale skin with a smack. A red line appeared and Kyla moaned, “Yes!
Harder, please!”
    He whipped her again, until red lines crisscrossed her skin
and she uttered a high shriek. “Touch me, touch my cunt,” she begged. He saw
her sex was swollen, wet and shiny with her juices. He reached over and stroked
it, pushing his fingers into her, feeling the frantic throbbing of her orgasm
as her slick pussy grabbed hold of his fingers.
    It pushed him over the edge. He grabbed hold of his cock and
came into his cupped hands, bent over, gasping. When his head cleared he tried
to make sense of this incredible longing that shook him whenever he saw Kyla,
but he couldn’t. His head aching in confusion, he pulled his breeches up, washed
himself and untied her hands.
    “Am I still your prisoner?”
    He paused. “You were never my prisoner. You can come on deck
if you want some fresh air. And you can keep the shirt.” Then he left the cabin
and shut the door behind him.

Chapter Four
     
    Merlin didn’t want Sebring to know what he felt about Kyla.
He was confused enough about his own feelings. He didn’t love her, how could he
love her? They’d barely spoken. And yet he couldn’t keep away from her. Worse,
he found he loved to tie her up and punish her. He’d never thought he was the
type of man to get excited by the sight of a woman bound and helpless, but it
drove him over the edge of reason.
    During the day they were polite but distant to each other.
She was a superb sailor and seemed to feel the slightest shift in the wind and
waves. She handled the boat as if she had been born sailing.
    But at night, when the stars glittered in the cold sky and
the icy wind whistled, they grappled together like two fighters. He tied her
up, he whipped her, and he felt as if he were laying his own soul bare, that
each lash cut him as hard as it cut her. And yet he wouldn’t penetrate her. His
cock never touched her body, except when he used it to tease her, stroke her,
press it against her breast or thigh. He came on her belly, on her breasts and
once in her avid mouth as she sucked him.
    She begged him to put his cock into her, she tried to trick
him, sliding over when he didn’t expect it, but he refused. They didn’t speak.
He gave her orders and she obeyed—feverishly, slavishly. But other than the
curt “put your hands over your head” or “turn over”, there was no communication
between them.
    He didn’t have anything to say to her. He felt, obscurely,
that she’d somehow deceived him into falling in love with her, and when he
thought that he grew almost angry. “I’m not in love,” he said in fury to the
churning sea. The waves just rose and fell, and he leaned against the mast and
cursed the day he’d set eyes on Kyla.
    He’d never lost control of his emotions before. He’d never
been obsessed with a woman to the point where he couldn’t even eat or drink.
His food tasted like ashes…even the sugary-sweet fairy cakes.
    It was dinnertime. Tomorrow they would arrive in the main
port on the capital island. As usual, they were eating in the small dining area
just behind the ladder. Sebring passed a plate of fairy cakes, saying ruefully,
“I’m afraid this is all that’s left.”
    “If I ever see another fairy cake I’m going to vomit,” said
Merlin through gritted teeth.
    “They’re not that bad.” Sebring gave him a strange look. He’d
been giving him a lot of strange looks lately, but Merlin ignored them.
    “I’ve eaten so many I’m going to turn into one, but I’m so
hungry I don’t care.” Kyla took a fairy cake and bit into it, her teeth sinking
into the floury cake with relish. She wore his shirt. It was too large for her
and she’d rolled the sleeves up. Her hair, the color of pale