Kinky Boots (Mischief Books) (10 page)

‘Oh, Finn, why do you worry so?’

‘You know why I worry.’

Eleanor pushed off the duvet and rose to kneel behind him to run hands along his shoulders and place a kiss against the spot where his pulse thudded in his neck. Then she brushed his wild morning hair away from his ear and spoke in what was barely a whisper, spoke so softly that Jill strained against her bindings to hear. ‘That was a long time ago, Finn. It was a mistake. I never intended to hurt Lisa. You know that. It won’t happen again, and certainly not with Jill. She’s so much stronger, so much more herself. And so totally delightful, don’t you think? Finn, I won’t hurt her. I would never.’

‘You said that about Lisa.’ Finn shrugged off her embrace, and stood. ‘And I was left to pick up the pieces.’ Then he turned his back on her and left the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

* * *

Jill woke with a start, sitting upright in the honeyed threads of sunlight that penetrated the high window of Finn’s room. She was alone in the big bed, and the sound of traffic on Shoreditch High Street was all that broke the silence. She chafed her arms and looked around at framed vintage playbills of Gilbert & Sullivan productions next to brightly coloured posters of comic books displayed in brightly coloured frames. Built-in bookshelves along one wall overflowed. The black leather settee was still draped in her clothes. The shelves, the bedside table, the windowsill were all littered with erotic sculptures ranging from tiny all the way up to a free-standing statue of Priapus at the end of the settee, enormous cock hefted at the ready. The ropes were gone but the room still smelled of last night’s sexual escapades. Beneath that was the smell of herbs that made her think of a summer field, and beneath that still was the scent of maleness, the scent of Finn, and it was that scent that she felt low in her belly and wet between her thighs.

‘He’s working.’ Eleanor’s voice filled Jill’s head, and Jill let out a startled gasp. It was still not something she was used to, being demon-possessed. ‘Finn. He’s working. He only left a little while ago.’

The dream came back to Jill, and she shivered. But before she could dwell on it, Eleanor’s presence settled like a warm blanket around her, and she couldn’t quite remember what it was from the dream that had frightened her. Anyway it was just a dream, wasn’t it? ‘He’s working on a Sunday?’ she asked.

‘Not in Kinky Boots. He has other responsibilities, Sole Alliance responsibilities.’

‘I thought you were Sole Alliance’s responsibility.’ Jill said.

‘Responsibility isn’t exactly the word I would have used,’ Eleanor huffed. ‘But if you choose to view me that way, well, let’s just say I’m not their only responsibility.’

Jill lay back on the bed and stretched against the sheets that Finn dreamed on. She wondered if he dreamed about her. For a moment she basked in the strange afterglow until curiosity got the best of her, then she threw back the covers and moved cautiously to stand in front of the mirror over the dresser. The ache of a lot of sex after a long abstinence was all over her. It was an ache that made her smile. As the night’s adventures came rushing back to her in detail, she examined her body. There were places where the ropes had left marks, but on a whole very few, and in spite of herself Jill felt disappointed not to have more.

‘Meinrad’s very good at what he does.’ Eleanor said. ‘If you wanted to be marked, you only needed to ask.’

‘I’ll remember that next time.’ And to her surprise, Jill found she wasn’t totally opposed to the idea of a next time. She tilted her head from side to side, cupping her breasts, studying herself. ‘I don’t look any different,’ she said. ‘I mean, I figured being possessed and all, I might look a little different, I don’t know, different colour eyes or something.’

Eleanor laughed softly. ‘It doesn’t work that way, my sweet Jill. But trust me, though you may not look different from your point of view, from mine there’s suddenly a great deal more to you. As though you’ve decided to open up a few more rooms in the mansion. And other people will notice the difference, though they may not be able to put their finger on it.’

* * *

Jill didn’t linger at Finn’s place, in spite of the desire to learn more about him. For some reason she had an overwhelming urge to go home. Eleanor assured her that it was normal to seek out the familiar when so much of her context had changed in such a short time. She threw on Vivie’s well-worn skirt and headed back to her house, stopping at the Co-op on the way to buy the ingredients for a fry-up. She was starving.

At home, she showered and dressed. The search through her closet revealed the basic elements for a bolder, sexier look. The urge had always been there. She’d just not been brave enough for bold or sexy until now. She chose a short flip skirt that was candy-apple red and an oversized white silk shirt barely buttoned over the plunge of an ivory lace bra.

After a feast Eleanor enjoyed as much as she did, she made a backup of the recording of her boss from the BlackBerry and drafted a letter to Human Resources, with Eleanor adding her advice as she felt the need. She was just about to answer yet another text from Vivie when there was a knock on her door.

‘That will be Finn,’ Eleanor said. ‘He’s worried about you, and he’s horny as hell.’

Jill nearly dropped her BlackBerry before she threw it onto the coffee table. On her way to the door, she undid another button on her blouse.

Eleanor giggled. ‘I don’t think seduction will be necessary, hon.’

From the open door, Finn glared at her, arms folded across his chest. ‘You could have at least left me a message,’ he said. ‘I was worried.’ She smiled to herself as his gaze dipped instinctively to the barely buttoned front of her shirt.

‘I couldn’t find a pen,’ she replied, motioning him in and shutting the door behind him. ‘And I didn’t have your mobile number. I figured you’d guess I went home. I needed a shower and some clean clothes.’

He grabbed her by the lapels of her shirt and pulled her up onto her toes and into a deep hungry kiss. ‘You can’t just go off without telling me,’ he said when he put her back on her feet. ‘I know you and Eleanor are best mates at the moment, but you’ve got to trust me, she’s unpredictable, and she’s not vulnerable to the hazards of humanity like you are.’

‘You mean like being tied to a bed and having my brains fucked out, those kinds of hazards?’

When he didn’t smile, she shook his shoulders gently. ‘I’m joking, Finn, just joking. Last night was amazing, really. I’m still trying to get my head around it but otherwise –’

‘I need you, Jill. I need you bad.’ He grabbed her by the wrist and guided her hand to rest against his fly and she caught her breath.

‘Jesus, Finn, how did you even get up the stairs?’

‘I was motivated.’ He rubbed her hand against his crotch. ‘Very motivated.’

‘I don’t have any ropes,’ she said.

He held her gaze. ‘I told you I’ll use your panties if I want to tie you up.’

‘Fuck,’ she whispered.

‘Does it make you hot thinking about alternative uses I might find for your underwear? Shall I find out?’

With one hand he grabbed her by the lapel of her shirt and pulled her to him while the other scrunched and worried the hem of her skirt on the way to bare skin. Then he wriggled the crotch of her knickers aside and pushed into her with an upward thrust of two fingers. She practically came off the floor at the sudden but not unwelcome invasion.

‘I was right,’ he said, holding her gaze. ‘Are you ever not ready for sex, Jill Hart?’ He pulled his hand away and licked his fingers. ‘First I want to eat you, then I want to fuck you until you can’t stand up.’

She took his hand and led him to the over-stuffed chair crowded next to the sofa. At first she thought it might have been Eleanor instructing her, but it felt more like instinct as she stepped out of her panties and sat on the chair with her legs wide apart.

As she scrunched up her skirt, he stood watching, his fist rubbing up and down against the bulge in his jeans. She took her time, she didn’t rush, in spite of the tingling need that snaked up between her legs, the muscle memory of her sex that made the anticipation of another orgasm at Finn’s hands almost unbearable. When he groaned and cursed under his breath, she knew he could see her heavy need. Then she shifted her hips so he could see her whole cleft. With two fingers she spread herself, then dipped and swirled in and out of her pout while she thumbed her clit.

Finn dropped to his knees and pushed her open. The muscles that joined hips to thighs protested slightly after being tied up last night. ‘You sore?’ he asked, when she winced slightly.

‘Not too sore for what you have in mind,’ she replied.

He lifted her bare feet onto his shoulders and dived face-deep into the swell of her, tonguing his way up the smooth path of her perineum, parting her and dipping deep into her. The wet sounds of arousal accompanied the duet of their heavy breathing, and gasps of pleasure punctuated the Sunday morning quiet of her lounge. Licking and laving, he worked his way up until his pursed lips encircled her clit and he suckled and licked alternately. She held him against her, fingers curled tight in his hair, shifting and undulating against the delicious efforts of his tongue.

Over her heavy breathing she heard the zip of his fly and felt him fumble to release himself without missing a beat, licking and suckling, licking and suckling.

‘Jill, I need you now,’ he said, pulling her onto the floor. In her peripheral vision she caught a glimpse of his erection before he gathered her to him and impaled her. ‘I’m too far gone to wait any longer,’ he said with a hard thrust.

It didn’t take long this time. A few thrusts and they were both over the edge. She thought he’d never stop coming. She wondered how they could be so fucking needy after last night.

For a long time, they lay on the floor in each other’s arms catching their breath, her on top of him. He stroked her back gently, occasionally cupping and caressing her bottom, and when his breathing was slow and relaxed again, he spoke. ‘What do you want next, Jill? You’ve been tied up, and my impression is that you weren’t disappointed, so what next?’

His question surprised her. She wasn’t entirely sure there would be more after last night. She had a strong sense that the experience had shaken him as much as it had her, and yet her answer was almost immediate. ‘I want to watch.’

He blinked. ‘You want to watch what? Two people fucking? An orgy? A threesome? What, Jill?’

‘I want to watch you.’

‘Me?’ He pushed out from under her, breaking the physical connection in a flood of warmth. Then he pulled himself to a sitting position and ran a hand through his hair. ‘You want to watch me do what?’

She shrugged. ‘I don’t know. What did you do, who did you do before you did me? You did have sex before I came into the picture, didn’t you?’

‘Yes, but …’

She laid a hand on his thigh, wet and sticky from his orgasm, and his penis responded with a jerk. ‘Finn, when you breathe it’s sexy. I’ve never met anyone who is more of a sexual being than you are, and it makes me hot to think about how you satisfy that need.’

He laid a hand on his returning erection and offered her a wicked smile. ‘You want to watch me wank?’

‘That’s not exactly what I had in mind. Maybe some other time. What about Chelsea, do you have sex with Chelsea? She’s quite hot, by the way. If I were you, I’d do her.’

He held her gaze as though he feared what she might do next. ‘Sometimes, yes, when we’re both horny and we end up together.’

‘Thought so. And who else? Who else do you fuck, Finn?’

‘Some of the other members of Sole Alliance, when they’re here. We’re all willing to help each other out if we need it.’

‘Anyone outside Sole Alliance?’

‘Not until you came along. It’s safer that way.’

‘It’s dangerous to fuck people who aren’t witches or magically endowed or whatever you all are?’

He raised an eyebrow. ‘You ended up possessed by a demon.’

‘Good point.’ She still hadn’t figured the downside to that, in spite of all the warnings. ‘What about Meinrad?’ She said. ‘Do you ever fuck him?’

His face reddened, and the muscles along his neck corded then relaxed. ‘Sometimes, yes.’

The thought of the two men naked and sweating, muscles straining, seeking out masculine relief nearly sent her over the edge again. She caught her breath and laid a hand against her chest. ‘Then I want to watch you with him.’

He cursed under his breath and worried his bottom lip with his teeth. ‘This is what you want, not what Eleanor wants?’

‘Oh, please.’ Eleanor spoke through Jill’s lips. ‘I’ve seen you two humping each other’s brains out ad nauseam, Finn. Give me a little credit for originality.’

Finn clenched his jaw, and made no attempt to disguise the irritation in his voice. ‘If the two of us humping each other’s brains out is not original enough for you, Eleanor, then why don’t you suggest something else to Jill?’

‘It’s what I want,’ Jill said, taking back her voice, and internally giving Eleanor the finger. ‘Whether it’s original or not.’

Eleanor, wherever she was inside Jill, was instantly contrite and silent. Jill continued. ‘When you’re making love to me, Finn, I’m too in the moment, too into you to really see you.’

For whatever reason, that statement elicited a sense of discomfort from Eleanor’s quarter.

Finn studied her for a long moment, looking as though he’d half like to cut and run. Then he spoke. ‘Why Meinrad?’

‘Because he’s been intimate with both of us. Last night you said that by the time we were finished, he’d be familiar with my body, and clearly he’s familiar with yours. It just feels right.’

For another long moment he held her gaze, almost as though he expected her to change her mind. When she didn’t he gave a curt nod. ‘All right. If that’s what you want, I’ll see if I can arrange it with Meinrad. Now I’m going to take a shower.’

She watched his exquisite backside disappear down the hall toward the bathroom. She hoped she hadn’t made him angry.

‘Stop worrying,’ Eleanor said. ‘He’s fine with shagging Meinrad. He’s fine with being watched while he shags Meinrad. He’s just not too confident in his way around you yet, and he doesn’t want to disappoint you.’