Callum breaks into a brothel

There was another, simpler option, one that admittedly hinged on Baram being right about Zoriah having been **** into being a part of this nasty little slaving ring. From her expression during her during her trips out onto the terrace that night, Callum guessed that that was true.

So he walked out of the alleyway, crossed the street, walked along the side of the brothel and dove into the alley harbouring its back door. Pulling out his new dirk, he jammed it into the gap between the door frame and the door itself, then silently thanked Ilyria for supplying him with such a high-quality weapon as the dirk withstood the pressure of him leaning into the door until his doing so and the blade being pushed deeper into the gap caused it to pop open with only a minor amount of noise. It wasn’t completely silent – much noisier than if he’d been able to pick the lock, in fact – but it made a lot less of a ruckus then if Callum had simply kicked it in.

Closing the door behind him, Callum began climbing up the stairs, the skills he’d learnt growing up ensuring that he moved with a nimbleness and discretion that belied his heavy frame, so that the stairs barely creaked underneath his feet as he climbed up to the second floor, then the third.

Going on his recollection of how the house had looked from the outside and where Zoriah’s room ought to be, Callum moved quickly down the third-floor corridor until he stopped by what ought to be the right room. Gently he pushed the door handle down and only opened a gap just large enough for him to slip through. At the same time, he dropped his cloak in order to be able to move faster.

It was a combined living room and salon, or at least it looked like it in the poor light conditions provided by nothing more than the flickering light of the moon appearing and disappearing among the clouds. Any doubts that Callum might have had about this being the room were sated by the presence of a familiar – and breathtakingly – enticing figure standing in front of the still open entrance onto the terrace.

Callum knew that he had to act before he was spotted, and so went forwards as fast as he dared, closing the gap on Zoriah from behind, noting along the way that she’d done a robe that reached a down couple of inches below her ass. She was also holding a glass in one hand.

She noticed him just as he was about to grab her, the look of shock and fear on her pretty face not being something that he liked seeing, and opened her mouth. Her scream was muffled by Callum’s left hand while his right arm wrapped itself round her body, pinning her arm in place and ensuring that she wouldn’t drop the glass.

“Listen to me,” Despite the tenseness of the situation, Callum made sure not to let his voice grow louder than a whisper as he pushed Zoriah tighter against him, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

From her muted moans, it didn’t seem like Zoriah believed him. Also, it wasn’t until now that Callum realized that his right hand was planted on her left tit, and the way in which that round globe of taut flesh filled up his hand added a whole different feel to what was happening.

“All I want,” Not only was Callum accidentally groping the gorgeous madam, but her tall stature and the way in which it was further boosted by her high heels meant that a substantial portion of his cock was lodged up against her ass. Actually, it was accurate to say that it was lodged between her full, firm cheeks, “Is the name of the leader of those slavers.”

Zoriah’s reaction was look up at Callum – her heels weren’t that tall – in wide-eyed disbelief and to stop struggling against his grasp of her. A moment later, it finally registered with him that she’d gotten out of her corset and into a sheer black nightgown that was shorter than her already short robe.

“I’m going to move my hand away, please don’t scream,” Callum wasn’t whispering any more, but his voice remained soft, and he wasn’t sure where that ‘please’ had come from.

“He threatened my girls,” Even with her face suddenly twisted into an angry grimace, Zoriah was still beautiful, as if her face got more stunning the more emotion that showed on it, “First he wanted money, now he’s forcing us to help him...”

“His name,” Callum insisted, although he didn’t raise or sharpen his tone.

“His name is Vargo,” Zoriah spat out.

“And where can I find him?”

“Five bridges down, towards the docks,” Zoriah’s voice remained a hard hiss, “He and his gang are holed up in an old warehouse.”

“Thank you.”

“Take care of him,” Zoriah looked Callum right in the eye, “And you can come here as often as you like and it won’t ever cost you a thing.”

To further demonstrate what she meant, Zoriah resumed shifting against Callum’s grasp. Only this time she wasn’t trying to escape, but rather rolled her hips to have her ass come sliding up round his dick, which began to stiffen once more in the hope that this time finally it would actually lead to something.

The combination of surprise and pleasure made Callum open his mouth to groan, only to be shut up by Zoriah clamping onto his lips with her own and spearing her tongue his mouth. After the initial shock, Callum responded in the most obvious way possible by moving his tongue to try to match Zoriah’s. Meanwhile, his hand was no longer merely resting on her tit, but rather fondling and cupping it while she went on pumping her ass on his cock.