Next Morning

Isabo awoke in the tower room feeling sore and groggy the following morning. The toy was nowhere to be found and she was beginning to think she had fantasized the entire thing having fucked her pussy with the candlestick that lay on the covers next to her. She laughed self-consciously as she dressed. She was sure now that she had let her imagination get the best of her. Judging by the position of the sun outside the tower room window she had slept late and her staff would be showing up within the next few hours. She grinned to herself thinking of the latest man in her employ. His soul purpose was to please her in any way she wished. As far as the books went though he was her solicitor.

She headed back to the kitchens and dug through the basket of food they had brought with them. It was apparent that Grayson had gotten tired of waiting for her and had eaten already. She knew better than to leave the man unattended for too long as he had a habit toward laziness when he could get away with it and she felt that even if he left her presence this moment it wouldn't be a moment to soon. She found him in a courtyard. The gardens were overrun and the fountain was clogged with moss but she thought it had wonderful possibilities for a shadowy love grotto. Grayson turned suddenly toward her as she pushed open the courtyard door with a loud squeak. She thought he looked frightened but then dismissed the idea.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked politely.

He looked at her with suspicion in his eyes before replying that he had slept fine. She wasn't sure why but she thought he was lying to her. As he walked across the courtyard from her she noticed that his gait was uneven as though he had been riding horse for too many hours and was saddle sore. But she kept such thoughts to herself.

"How much longer do you think you will be?"

"The castle is small enough that I thankfully won't have to stay another night," he muttered.

"Pardon me?" she asked stepping closer.

"I should be finished in a couple more hours."

"Then I will leave you to it, sir," deciding she would rather deal with whatever would happen than spend another minute in this wretched man's presence.

Isabo retreated through the opposite doors into an unfamiliar hall. It had windows hidden behind thick draperies all down one wall and she pulled them open as she went. On the opposite wall were large portraits. She supposed they were of people in her dead husband's family. Most had disapproving looks on their faces giving her the feeling that they were watching her as she walked down the hallway. And she resolved to remove them and put them in storage. She certainly didn't want anything to disturb her guest's fun while they were there. She drew to a halt as she encountered the last portrait at the end of the hallway. It was of a virile looking man, so handsome it took her breath away and made her pulse pound just to look upon his image. She moved closer to read the tag that adorned the bottom of the frame.

"Lord Drake Canterly VIII," she murmured unconsciously stroking her d'colletage. "My you are a rakish looking man." She noticed by the birthdate on the plaque that he would be roughly ten years her senior. "Ah, well you are probably married off to some simpering woman of wealth. Much is my misfortune to have a father that knew only your relative. Perhaps someday you and I will meet."

Isabo spent the next few hours exploring before returning to the kitchens. Her staff had arrived and she was greeted with great exuberance.

She in turn smiled and hugged them all. Each man and woman before Thomas caught her eye. He grinned wickedly in her direction before turning and heading out the door. She made her excuses and followed him out calling for someone to call on her when dinner was ready. As soon as she was within reach Thomas snagged her into his arms and kissed her soundly.