by Grace, KD
Finn pulled her close and held her there against the rise and fall of his chest. ‘You can shag Meinrad, Jill, but I want to be in control.’ He shot Meinrad a warning glance. ‘I want to be in control.’
Meinrad looked from Finn to Jill, then back again, his hand fisted around his straining erection. Then he nodded his consent. ‘You’re the coven leader.’ He reached out his hand to Jill.
In a move not unlike last night, Finn took Jill’s hand and offered it to Meinrad.
Still holding her gaze, Meinrad raised her fingers to his lips and kissed them. ‘I won’t hurt you, Jill. I want to make love to you. I want to make you feel good.’ He stepped forward carefully, as though he were afraid he might frighten her, then he engulfed her in an enormous embrace that felt all-encompassing, but somehow neither suffocating nor frightening.
Finn stepped in close behind, so close she could feel him hard up against her. Then he slipped the shirt off over her shoulders and pulled her back against his chest, opening a space between her and Meinrad, enough space for Meinrad to inspect her breasts, dwarfing them in his large hands, large hands that had bound her with delicate knotwork only the night before.
‘Yes,’ he sighed, settling a kiss against her sternum. ‘Yes.’
She ran her hand over the soft cap of white-blond hair and held him to her. With a palm placed against the curve of her jaw, Finn turned her just enough that his mouth could take hers in a kiss that was slow, leisurely, almost lazy. Than he pulled her back against him and settled them both on the floor, his spine resting against the sofa, hers against him. Meinrad followed them down, caressing her breasts and running a hand over her belly.
As they lay against the couch, the hand on her abdomen continued its migration down over her pubic curls, down to the splay of her, to breach her with thick index and middle fingers.
Finn placed his hands under her bottom and lifted, shoving the skirt out of the way, positioning her so that her bare feet rested on his thighs, effectively thrusting her upward and opened for Meinrad’s inspection. And her own seaside scent joined the rising tide of pheromones. Meinrad’s groan of approval was warm between her thighs. He fingered his way deeper to stroke and press her G-spot just as Finn pried her open further with the kneadings of his hands on her buttocks. The flood of her arousal soaked Meinrad’s fingers.
‘Fuck,’ he whispered, moving in close enough to lick and nip at the open gape of her around his fingers.
‘Fuck,’ she repeated, as the first orgasm nearly dislodged her from Finn’s firm grip and had Meinrad grabbing for his erection, thumbing the head of it hard.
Finn wriggled from under her and eased her gently back on the floor, while Meinrad kept stroking, and her body kept gripping and convulsing in the aftershocks. Both men sat on their haunches, faces close, to watch the quivering and trembling of her personal landscape, like her own private earthquake, she thought.
‘I need to take her, soon,’ Meinrad said, his voice gravelly and rough with arousal. ‘I’ve been hard for her since last night.’
‘Not yet,’ Finn said. ‘Another finger. Stretch her a little more.’ One of Finn’s hands had migrated up to her breasts and was pinching, kneading and tweaking. The other gripped his own erection as though he were afraid it might escape him if he let go. ‘Just a little more, Jill. Just a little more,’ he said. ‘Then I’ll let Meinrad put his cock in you.’ He leaned forward and kissed her nipples.
It was all she could do to hold still. It was all she could do to keep from bucking off the floor. She thrashed and moaned beneath Meinrad’s expert ministerings. ‘That’s my girl.’ The big man’s voice was little more than a breathless gasp. ‘That’s my lovely demon girl, so soft and slick and ready for me. That’s my nasty little Jill. Do you have room in your slippery little pussy for me?’ He gave his penis a solicitous tug at the same time as he thrust his fingers up into her hard, and she shivered with pleasure.
‘Hold her bottom for me, Finn,’ Meinrad said. ‘I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside her. Now.’
This time, Finn didn’t argue. He returned to his former position, pressed between her back and the sofa, and, with his hands cupped under her buttocks, positioned her so that she was presented to Meinrad like a slippery wet gift. ‘It’s all right,’ he whispered against her nape, laving her with kisses. ‘Meinrad’ll make love to you now, and it may hurt a little when he first pushes into you. But then, Jill, then it’ll feel so good. So very good.’
With Finn whispering in her ear and caressing her bottom and Eleanor quivering with excitement that Jill felt through every nerve ending, Meinrad positioned himself. He spat heavily on his hand for extra lubrication. Not that she wasn’t ready to accommodate him, but he was big, and until two nights ago the largest object she’d had inside her was a dildo that had been dwarfed by Finn’s penis, let alone Meinrad’s missile.
The stretching began at her opening and spread up the length of her vagina like a flash fire. All breath left her. Her eyes watered, her buttocks clenched. She wasn’t sure it was Eleanor egging her on, or if it was just her need to feel all of Meinrad’s penis, but she kept pushing herself onto the length of him, while Finn spoke quietly to her, words that registered only as sound above her straining. Meinrad entered her a centimetre at a time with little undulations of his hips, not enough to be thrusts, but just enough to squeeze into her a little further and a little further and a little further until he was in all the way. For a long moment he held very still. No one in the room was breathing. Jill wasn’t sure she could have if she’d wanted to.
And then, he arched up over her body. With a long laving of his tongue up each side of her cheek he licked away the tears that had resulted from the pressure of his mounting. Then he gave the first bruising thrust. Then another. Then another. And somewhere between thrusts her breath returned to her. Finn’s words of encouragement made sense again. And she felt Eleanor’s excitement flash up her spine. Then, with a growl that didn’t sound like it could have come from her throat, she wrapped her legs around Meinrad’s waist and thrust up to meet him.
She was concentrating so hard on the burgeoning of another orgasm that she barely noticed Finn wriggle from beneath her until she heard him grunt, and felt Eleanor’s delight as he pushed back into Meinrad. The big man sucked a harsh breath in response, but never missed a beat in his hammering of Jill’s sex.
The mesmerising rhythm of the three of them thrusting and retreating, thrusting and retreating together, built and expanded until it reached the point of no return and they all tumbled over the edge into orgasm like dominoes, Jill going first, pulling Meinrad along with her just as Finn grunted his release into Meinrad. For the briefest moment, Jill was certain she could feel Eleanor expanding within her to fill every single lust-heated cell of her body and even more beyond. For a second, Jill felt like she could no longer be contained within the walls of her own flat, within the walls of her building, within the expanse of London that was Shoreditch. Just when fear threatened the experience, she found herself back on the floor of her lounge crushed beneath the two men, sweaty and wet and drowsy from seriously hot sex, demon-possessed sex.
But before she could settle into post-coital bliss, Finn broke the spell. ‘I need a shower.’ He stood quickly, and Jill felt as though something had been ripped from her.
‘Shit,’ Meinrad said, as they watched him disappear into the bathroom.
‘He’s jealous,’ Eleanor said softly. ‘That’s all. He’s jealous. Don’t worry, Jill. He’ll get over it.’
‘But I thought he wanted me to … us to, or I never would have,’ Jill said out loud.
Meinrad placed a kiss on her cheek, then sat up and began to dress. ‘He doesn’t know what the hell he wants since you came into the picture, love. And anyway, I shouldn’t have asked. It’s just that it’s never been like this before. He was never like this with Lisa.’
Inside her, it was as though Eleanor had just convulsed. She felt a tidal wave of emotions t
hat nearly took her breath away. But she spoke over the discomfort. ‘Lisa? Did Eleanor possess her?’
Meinrad looked suddenly pale, paler even than he usually was. ‘Look, Jill, I have to go. I didn’t mean to cause problems. I’m sorry.’ As she stood to walk him to the door, he placed a quick kiss on her cheek and hurried to let himself out, leaving her standing in nothing but her mussed skirt in the middle of her lounge. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard the shower come on.
‘Go back to bed,’ Eleanor said softly. ‘He’ll be all right. You’ll see.’
She was too tired to argue with Eleanor, and sleep would be a far better way of coping with the swirl of emotions she felt right now than angsting them out while waiting for Finn to get over it. She suspected that Eleanor might be giving her just a little nudge in the sleep department, but she was OK with that at the moment.
She didn’t know how much later it was when Finn slipped into bed next to her and pulled her possessively into a spoon position. Or perhaps she only dreamed it.
Chapter 12
‘I wasn’t comfortable with it. I wasn’t at all comfortable with it,’ Finn was saying.
‘It was beautiful. It was exquisite for all of us,’ came Eleanor’s reply. ‘And I’ve never felt you come so hard.’
There was a long silence, in which Jill realised, once again, that she was dreaming. This time they were in her bedroom. Like before, Eleanor was using her body, lying there on the bed next to Finn. And Jill, well, she was bound, just like she had been in the previous dream. Only this time, Jesus, this time she was bound and suspended above her own bed, like a giant bird, arms tied behind her back, legs bent and open wide. She was just high enough that if either of them reached out to her they would have been able to touch her with their fingertips. But they didn’t seem to notice her there at all.
‘I think you came so hard because you were uncomfortable with the situation,’ Eleanor said, leaning in and brushing a kiss across his stubbled cheek.
‘You can think what you want,’ Finn said. ‘He could have hurt her.’
‘Oh, now you’re just being ridiculous. You know that he wouldn’t hurt her. Meinrad above all the people in Sole Alliance knows how not to hurt someone if they don’t want to be hurt. Though I’m not entirely sure our Jill doesn’t like being hurt, at least just a little bit.’
Finn didn’t respond this time, and for a second Jill wondered if he’d fallen back asleep. Then Eleanor said. ‘It’s not that you don’t want Meinrad to hurt her, Finn. It’s that you don’t want anyone else to have her. Why don’t you admit it?’ She leaned close to his ear and Jill had to strain to hear what was said. ‘But you melted when she asked your permission. Don’t think I didn’t notice that. You want to control her.’
‘Damn right, I want to control her. If she asks my permission for everything she does, sexually I mean, then maybe she’ll stay safe.’
Jill shivered in her elegantly knotted web, and a picture of another woman suspended flashed like a ruptured after-image through her head. It was already past before she realised this woman had not been tied lovingly by another. This woman had tied the knot herself, a slip-knot around her neck, done in a moment of despair, done before anyone could stop her.
Then Jill’s nest of knots gave way beneath her, tumbling her back into her body. She cried out and pushed at the duvet.
It took her a second to reorient herself to the bed she was no longer above, to the arms of Finn now wrapped protectively around her. ‘Jill, Jill! Wake up. Are you all right?’ In the darkened room she felt his gaze more than saw it, but it felt grounding, a strange word she never would have used before her association with Eleanor and the Sole Alliance. She laid her head against his chest. ‘It’s all right It was just a dream. I’m fine. I’m OK.’
He pulled her close to him, forcing a little grunt from her with his enthusiasm. ‘You scared me,’ he said. ‘You seemed so distressed.’
‘I’m all right,’ she replied. But somehow the discomfort of the dream lingered.
Finn was already gone in the morning when she woke up.
* * *
Her arrival at the office on Monday morning was greeted with relief. ‘Mrs Kenny wants to see you, in Mr Devlin’s office,’ the receptionist said, shifting nervously in her seat.
‘What’s going on?’ Jill asked. Mrs Kenny was Devlin’s superior, and Jill had only ever met the woman once in the three years she’d been working at Full On.
‘No idea.’ The receptionist avoided her gaze and shifted the few items on her desk as though she were attempting to look busy.
Inside Devlin’s office, Jill was instantly aware that something was wrong. The man’s personal items were gone and the office was empty.
‘Sit down, Jill.’ The well-preserved Mrs Kenny wore a mauve power suit that had expensive written all over it, and before Jill had completely settled in the chair the woman began. ‘Mr Devlin has left us.’
Jill barely managed to utter a little gasp of surprise before the woman waved her hand as though she were shooing away a mosquito. ‘It was sudden. Personal problems of some type, but, for whatever reason, he felt it most urgent that he leave immediately.’ Mrs Kenny folded her hands on top of the bare desk and held Jill in a cast-iron stare. ‘I’m sorry for the man’s problems, Jill, as I’m sure you can imagine, but I still have a business to run, and I’m not blind to the fact that a good deal of what gets done around here is getting done by you.’ The woman straightened her jacket and looked down at her watch. ‘There should be a meeting of staff to plan this week’s eZine this morning, am I right?’
She didn’t wait for Jill’s reply. ‘Certainly I’m not informed enough on events and long-term plans to run that meeting, Jill, but I know you are. And you’re probably more qualified than Devlin was to run this eZine. That means you’ll have to pick up the slack, straighten up the mess Devlin left and get things back up to speed.’
Jill was about to tell her that she had only come in to talk to HR about her severance, but then it hit her. Devlin hadn’t told anyone about her quitting. He’d opted to just leave. Technically she was still employed at Full On, and her reason to quit was no longer there.
‘The job’s yours, Ms Hart.’
That got her attention. And when Jill did nothing more than offer a gasp of surprise, Mrs Kenny raised an eyebrow. ‘Well? What are you waiting for? Once the planning meeting’s over see HR about your new employment status and have them change the name on the door. I’ll have my secretary schedule a lunch for us in two weeks, and we can discuss your vision for Full On. I’m excited to see what you can do.’
She stood and offered Jill her hand. ‘Good luck, Ms Hart. By the way, I enjoyed your busker story.’ Then she turned and left, closing the door to Jill’s office behind her, leaving Jill to try and catch up with what had just happened. Meanwhile Eleanor did a fine job of demon smug that made Jill feel, well, not exactly orgasmic, but pretty fucking close.
* * *
Being in charge at Full On, as Jill suspected, wasn’t an easy task. And it was not made easier by the disarray Devlin had left it in. She had managed a quick text to Vivie and to Finn filling them in on her new employment status. Vivie had answered back almost immediately with excited congratulations. Finn, on the other hand, had not replied.
Fortunately she had been too busy to dwell on the absence of a response from Finn, and by what should have been the end of the day Jill was beginning to realise that it really wasn’t going to be the end of the day. Not that she minded. She was up for the challenge. She had fantasised more than once about what she would do if the reins of power ever got wrenched from that wanker Devlin’s hands and turned over to her. She just never really believed it would happen. Still, that meant when five o’clock came she was hard at work, and when six rolled around, she was no closer to leaving. Up to her elbows in stuff that should have been done last Friday, she whipped off a quick text to Finn.
Have to work late. Will be home as soo
n as I can.
J
It was nearly seven, and she was about to leave when her BlackBerry rang. It was Finn.
‘Where the hell are you, Jill? I’ve been looking all over for you. This is no joke. Who are you with? What the fuck does Eleanor have you doing?’
Her stomach knotted and she felt as though she’d been slapped. ‘What do you mean, who am I with? Didn’t you get my text? I told you I’m at the office. I had to work late. I’ve been –’
He cut her off. ‘I thought you were quitting. And now all of a sudden you’re the boss? What did she do? What did Eleanor do?’
‘My boss quit and I took his job, arsehole. I took his job because I’m the person qualified, and I’m the person his boss put in charge. And since when has being civil become such a difficult task?’ She disconnected before the situation could escalate. ‘Wanker!’ She said under her breath as she slammed her laptop shut and shoved everything into her bag. ‘What the hell happened to being polite? Is that so difficult to do? Did he bother to text me back and ask me what was up? Did he bother to call me and clear up the misunderstanding, to congratulate me, to even check in on me? No. He just bites my head off.’
‘He was worried,’ Eleanor said.
Just then her BlackBerry signalled a text. It was from Finn.
Sending Chelsea to yours to look after you. Don’t know what time I’ll be in.
F
She fired back.
I don’t need a child-minder. Give Chelsea the night free and fuck off to wherever you want.
J
As she sent it off, she said. ‘I don’t want to hear it, Eleanor. It’s been a long day.’
She got the equivalent of a shrug. Then she added, ‘Clearly he’s not all that worried about me or he wouldn’t be sending someone else. And who knows where the hell he’s getting off to?’
‘What you need is a drink at Juno,’ Eleanor said. ‘Maybe a glass of fizz to celebrate your promotion.’
