Page 17 of Her Silent Knight

Chapter Five

ANOTHER FAIL.

Twelve spells and two coffee breaks later, she was no closer to softening his dick than she had been when she first started. Soon, the sleep spell would wear off and she’d have to start torturing him.

She didn’t want to torture a man sporting a hard-on. That just seemed like cruel and unusual punishment. Plus, it would be too distracting. Staring down at the sheet covering his crotch, she tried another spell and then waited to see what would happen.

Nothing. Just as with the twelve before it. She wasn’t one who liked to admit defeat, but in this, she had no choice. The great spell casting witch had been defeated by a dick. What would her friends say about her current predicament?

Tiana would laugh and tell her to ride it. Her friend Lisa would tell her to try licking it. Then there was Posey, who’d probably tell her to shoot it. Let’s not forget Shani, who would probably tell her to just ignore it.

Shani for the win. For now, she was going to avoid it. Her captive stirred. Shit. The spell was wearing off. Sin rushed over to her chest of toys. What to use first? Fuck. First, she had to get him into position.

He wasn’t awake yet. She still had time to move him. She returned to his side and waved her hand over the end-table then over the cuffs. The end of the cuffs attached to the table clanked to the floor.

She eyed the dragon. The noise hadn’t awakened him. Good. Now, it was time to move this big hunk of a man. She was strong, but she didn’t feel like testing out her strength. This was where her powers would come in handy.

She stepped away from the couch and raised her hands. Closing her eyes, she whispered the spell she’d learned during training. The spell that once helped her move her classmate from one end of the room to the other, thus granting her an A on the assignment.

She’d learned that the larger the mass of the object you’re trying to move, the more you needed to focus. Sin opened one eye and peeked at her target. The sheet had risen from his lap, that was it.

Okay. She just needed to up her focus. Closing her eyes, she started to chant the spell again. This time, when she opened her eyes, her target was still resting on the couch with his eyes closed, but the sheet was nowhere in sight.

Sin looked up. There it was, touching the ceiling. Another whispered spell returned the sheet to his lap. This was harder than it should be. The student she moved in class hadn’t been the same weight as her dragon, but it still shouldn’t be this hard to move the creature.

What to do? Sin began pacing in front of the couch. She didn’t want to move him herself. That would require touching him. She hadn’t even wanted to touch him when it came time to undress him earlier.

She’d done so with her eyes closed. It had taken her an hour of tugging, pulling and lifting to finally get his clothes and weapons off of him. His three guns, two daggers and whatever that vial of liquid was he’d had in his pocket all belonged to her now.

Along with the syringes she’d found and his communication device. She would keep the power dampening handcuffs she’d found on him. Those would come in handy in case some witches tried to jump her, again.

They probably wouldn’t try it after the last ass-whipping she put on them. As for his clothes, she’d trade them in for items she needed down in the black market. His boots would get her enough frozen veggies to last a month. Boots were on high demand around here.

If they’d been her size or even close, she would’ve kept them. She would’ve kept his clothes also. Though he was a hunk of a man, there was no getting her thick thighs into his pants. She’d tried.

It hadn’t worked. Because of her need to sell his clothes, he was naked on her couch. And since she wasn’t a strong enough spell caster, she would have to lift his heavy behind the old fashion way, with her hands.

Her spell game used to be strong. She’d been one of the best in Guardian Training. Top five for sure. She didn’t even need to use traditional spells. She had the power to make some up.

Why weren’t her spells working right with him? Could it be because of his animal? She’d never used her magic on a real shifter. Definitely not a dragon. Maybe her spells were weaker against his kind. She’d figure it out later.

Right now, she needed to move him to the back wall before he awakened. Where to touch? Sin bent down and wrapped her arms around his waist. His cock pressed against her boobs.

Ignore it,she thought as she lifted him up. Groaning, she realized she was getting nowhere. She whispered a spell for strength. It helped, a little. Seriously, why was her magic off around this being?

The strength spell enabled her to lift him up but she still struggled. She let out a deep breath once she had him pressed against her, with his head slung over her shoulder. He was dead-weight in her arms.

Shuffling instead of walking, she moved towards the back of the room. A couple of times she had to stop and adjust him in her arms to keep from dropping him. She could feel him slipping as she neared her destination.

Stupid dragon. Why couldn’t you be a scrawny beast?At the back of the room, she used her teeth to move the curtain aside since her hands were occupied. That had to be a sight to behold.

She was torturing herself instead of this being. Once the curtain was out of the way, she positioned the beast against the wall. It took her forever to get his wrists and ankles strapped to the wall.

On her knees, she cheered for her progress as she strapped his right ankle to the wall. There, she was done. A low growl forced her attention upward. Her gaze connected with his cock. Still hard. Seriously? The growl grew louder.

Her gaze jerked to her captive’s face. He was finally awake and he looked pissed. No more smiles for her. Oh well! She didn’t want his smiles anyway. She wanted his screams. When she stood up, her shoulder brushed against his cock.

He gasped. She jerked away as if burned. Their eyes met. What was that look? He looked... it couldn’t be. He wasn’t turned on by her, was he? Surely not. She was his captor. His ass was about to be sliced and diced on.