Charming the Vicar

by Jenny Frame

  “Sorry.”

  Bridge cupped her ear, “What was that? Speak up.”

  “I’m sorry,” Finn said again.

  Bridge laughed and strolled over to her. “So much for the arrogant little brat who turned up in my village. I soon brought you into line, didn’t I?”

  “Yes,” Finn said. Her heart was hammering out of her chest. She felt a swat on the side of her leg from the riding crop.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Finn said quickly. Every time she used that title, it made her even more turned on, but she had a feeling she would be driven to distraction all night, and who knew if Bridge would allow her any relief.

  Bridge walked around her, assessing her outfit. Finn had gone up to London the week before to buy something appropriate to wear. She wasn’t quite sure what the correct thing would be, so she’d opted for something simple, black jeans and black sleeveless T-shirt, and she made sure her hair was just how Bridge liked it.

  Bridge stopped in front of her and was silent for a few seconds, then placed the end of her riding crop on her forehead. “This will do, I suppose,” Bridge said as she drew the crop down Finn’s face and chest and, finally, down her belt buckle, and rested it on her crotch.

  Finn noticed recognition and excitement in Bridge’s eyes as she quickly moved closer to Finn. Bridge took the crop away and out of the blue grasped Finn’s crotch lightly.

  “My, my, what do we have here? You like wearing a cock?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Finn croaked.

  Bridge got even closer and whispered in her ear, “A bit presumptuous, isn’t it, boy? Do you really think I’ll allow you to use this with me?”

  Jesus! Finn screamed inside. She had never been as turned on as this. She was so wet and needed Bridge so badly. “I didn’t presume. I just thought I’d like to wear it for you, Mistress.”

  Bridge softly massaged the bulge in her jeans. “Well, we’ll just need to see how much of a good boy you can be. Get my jacket.”

  Finn was breathing heavily, and they hadn’t even done anything yet. “We don’t have to go out to the club if you don’t want to, Mistress. We could just stay here—” Her sentence was ended by a strong thwack to her backside by Bridge’s riding crop. “God,” she groaned in surprise.

  “Did I ask for your opinion, boy?”

  It was exciting when Bridge called her boy. It was another way of stripping down her ego and making her feel she belonged to her mistress. She wanted more than anything to be Mistress Black’s boy on a permanent basis.

  “No, you didn’t. Sorry, Mistress.”

  “Go and get my jacket.” Bridge pointed to a black raincoat hanging on the back of the door. She hurried to get it, and held it while Bridge slipped into it. It was long enough to cover Bridge’s outfit, so that she could walk to the club without too many strange looks.

  “We’ll go for a few dances and then I’ll see how I feel. Oh, one more thing.” Bridge went to her bag on the bed and took out a leather wrist strap with a chain and a leather handle at the other end. Bridge wrapped the strap around Finn’s wrist and yanked the handle, showing Finn was now under her control.

  Finn felt crazy and they weren’t even at the club yet. She said desperately, “Mistress, please? Let’s stay here. I can’t—”

  Instead of being reprimanded this time, Bridge leaned in and gave her the softest of kisses, then whispered, “Trust me to take care of you. A few dances are all I want.”

  Finn immediately calmed. “Yes, Mistress.”

  * * *

  Bridge sat back and sipped her drink. She had loved the look of excitement and nervousness on Finn’s face as they came down into the club. It felt so good to share this with her.

  When they arrived, Bridge got them drinks from the bar and nodded to a few old acquaintances. She loved the look of envy from the other women as they admired Finn, and then saw the wrist strap and chain binding Finn to her. It was such a rush.

  Even as she’d planned this night out, Bridge never thought they would actually sleep together. She simply thought it would be fun, and exciting. But as soon as Finn came into her hotel room, and looked at her the way she did, Bridge was sure she wanted her.

  It was a risk to her career, her way of life, but she couldn’t not have Finn touch her. All she could think of was slipping Finn’s cock inside herself, and driving them both wild.

  Bridge stood and pulled Finn’s wrist strap. “Let’s dance, boy.”

  The music had a deep heavy beat, and the atmosphere in the club was heady with sex. Finn slipped her arms around Bridge’s waist, and Bridge held her riding crop across Finn’s backside, keeping her as close and under control as possible.

  They started to sway to the music, and Finn rubbed her face in the crook of Bridge’s neck. “I love the way you smell, Mistress.”

  “Do you?”

  Finn nodded. “Can I kiss you?”

  “Yes.” Bridge groaned as she felt small kisses all over her neck, and then finally Finn kissed her on the lips. Their kiss was slow and deep. Tasting, needing, showing how much they wanted each other. Finn’s hips started to grind into hers, as if Finn wasn’t even aware any more that they were on a dance floor surround by strangers.

  Finn sucked her tongue, and Bridge responded by scratching her nails down Finn’s head and neck. When they broke apart, Bridge looked at Finn’s heavy-lidded eyes, and thought, I’m falling in love with her. I need her.

  Bridge didn’t care that they’d only had one drink and one dance. She needed Finn and she needed her now.

  “Let’s go back to the hotel.”

  Finn nodded enthusiastically.

  * * *

  The walk back to the hotel was the longest of Finn’s life. Her body was on fire for Bridge, and touching her just couldn’t come quick enough.

  When they walked through the bedroom door, Finn broke. She pushed Bridge back against the door and began to kiss her roughly.

  Bridge grasped her hair and yanked her head back. “I think you’re forgetting yourself, boy. You think you can just take from me?”

  “I’m sorry, I just need you so much, Bridge.”

  Bridge pulled her harder. “Excuse me? Is that how you address your mistress?”

  Finn realized her mistake and quickly said, “I’m sorry. I need you, Mistress Black.”

  Bridge pushed her away, let the wrist strap drop, and walked over to the bed. “I think you need to learn some restraint, boy.”

  Bridge laid down her riding crop and took off her coat. “Drop your jeans, and stand against the door.”

  Finn experienced a feeling of excitement mixed with fear. She hesitated, and Bridge said again, more forcefully this time, “Drop those jeans and turn around, palms against the door.”

  Finn’s fingers tremored as she unbuttoned her jeans, and let them fall to her ankles, leaving her in a pair of tight jockey shorts.

  “Take everything off up top too,” Bridge added.

  Finn quickly pulled off her T-shirt and sports bra, then placed her palms against the wooden door. The cold was a sharp contrast to the heat all over her body.

  Finn heard a zip and some shuffling behind her. She imagined Bridge was taking off her leather skirt. Her sex throbbed uncontrollably, and she wondered if she’d be able to survive whatever her mistress had in mind.

  My mistress.

  Finn’s ears pricked up when she heard Bridge’s heels clatter against the wooden floor.

  Please, don’t let me disappoint her.

  She heard Bridge stop behind her. “I would have liked to have your cock inside me by now, but you had to take when I made it clear that wasn’t allowed.”

  “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

  Finn shivered when she felt the tip of Bridge’s riding crop trace its way from her neck, down her back, coming to rest on her backside.

  “Maybe I need to make things clearer for you.”

  Finn jumped in shock when Bridge gave her a thwack. Not hard
enough to be too painful, but enough to make her gasp, and her sex throb even more.

  She got another two swats to her behind, and Bridge stepped close to her. “How did that feel?”

  “Good, I’d like more,” Finn said.

  Bridge laughed softly. “I thought you’d turn out to be a bad boy. Only four more then.”

  She stood back and gave her two swats, and paused to listen to Finn’s groans of pleasure. Bridge had never experienced this kind of arousal while playing with someone. She cared for Finn so much, it made everything more intense. She gave Finn another two quick hits, and told her to turn around.

  She grasped Finn’s hair tightly, and pulled her into a deep passionate kiss, before pulling back. “That’s my good boy. Kick off those jeans and follow me.”

  Finn looked ready to explode, and Bridge wasn’t much better. She needed Finn to touch her. Bridge scratched her nails down Finn’s chest and stomach, and then began to massage the bulge in her jockey shorts.

  “If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you use your cock. If you’re good.”

  “I’ll be good, Mistress,” Finn said quickly.

  “Let’s see. You like magic, Finn? I think I know your magic words.”

  Finn looked confused for a second, and then Bridge leaned forward and whispered, “Kneel, boy.”

  Finn dropped in a second. “Yes, please. I’ve been waiting to worship at your feet since I met you, Mistress.”

  Bridge gazed lovingly at Finn down on her knees, and stroked her face gently. “Worship your mistress then.”

  Finn prostrated herself so that she could kiss her shoes, and Bridge said, “Put your head on the floor.”

  Finn did as asked and was breathing heavily, no doubt wondering what was coming next. Bridge carefully put her stiletto on top of Finn’s head, allowing the heel to dig into Finn’s cheek.

  It gave Bridge such a rush to watch the formerly arrogant celebrity on her knees, delighting in being under Bridge’s heel and control.

  “What do you want, Finn?”

  Finn groaned, and gasped. “I want to be allowed to lick and kiss your feet and legs, Mistress.”

  Bridge was so wet, and all she could think about was Finn’s tongue on her sex. She lifted her foot and said, “You may.”

  Finn complied, gave lots of licks and kisses to her heels, and then kissed her way up Bridge’s ankles and shins. Bridge knew how much Finn loved her legs, so she let her linger a while longer before pulling her head back by the hair. “I need you to lick a lot higher. Do you want to make Mistress feel good?”

  Finn threw her arms around Bridge’s legs, and buried her face in Bridge’s sex, trying to lick and bite through the lacy material of her underwear.

  “Wait.” Bridge stepped back and quickly took off her underwear before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Come and taste me, boy.”

  Finn was over like a shot and kissed her way up Bridge’s thighs. It had been so long since Bridge had been touched like this, the feeling was almost overwhelming. When Finn’s tongue finally licked the whole length of her sex, Bridge called, “Yes, Finn! Just like that. Good boy,” as she ran her fingers through that wonderful hair of Finn’s that attracted her so much.

  It was clear that Finn loved her heels, so Bridge leaned back and slipped her legs over Finn’s shoulders, and dug her heels into her back. She heard Finn moan into her sex, and then suck her clit between her lips.

  Bridge’s head fell back and she moaned as her orgasm grew fast. All her fears about what this relationship meant for her life were forgotten. All Bridge cared about were Finn’s mouth, lips, and tongue, and how good Finn made her feel.

  Her hips bucked and her heels dug further into Finn’s back as she approached the pinnacle of her release. “Faster, faster.” Bridge moaned. “Good boy, good boy—”

  Then Bridge’s orgasm hit her hard, and took her breath away. “Finn,” she shouted as the waves of pleasure spread all throughout her body.

  In this moment, she felt whole again. The two sides of herself which she had so carefully kept apart, Finn had made whole in one delicious moment.

  When she regained her breath, she looked down at Finn, who was breathing hard and looking like she was going to shake apart.

  “Take off your jockey shorts and get up on the bed. You’ve been very good.”

  Finn nearly tripped trying to get out of her underwear and up onto the bed. Bridge straddled her and began slowly to take off her corset. She threw it to the side and grabbed Finn’s hand and placed it on her breast.

  “Do you like that?”

  “Yes, please kiss me, Bridge.”

  She let that slip go, since Finn was feeling so emotional, and leaned over to kiss her. Bridge slipped her hand between them and grasped Finn’s strap-on. Finn groaned. “Do you like that?”

  Finn nodded, and Bridge said, “Do you want to come inside me?”

  “Jesus, yes, Mistress. I need you so much.”

  She leaned over and kissed Finn’s lips softly. “How could I refuse my beautiful boy?”

  “Yes, I’m yours,” Finn replied.

  Bridge positioned herself over Finn’s hips, grasped her cock, and lowered herself onto it. She was so wet, Finn’s cock slipped in easily, and they both groaned when it filled her up.

  “Fuck, Bridge, please can I touch you?” Finn pleaded.

  Bridge took off Finn’s wrist strap and threw it away, and placed Finn’s hands on her hips.

  “I’m going to take care of you, darling. Just relax and let go, okay?”

  “Yes,” Finn gasped.

  Bridge started to roll her hips and Finn thrust inside her. Normally she would withhold her partner’s orgasm till the very last moment, but this was different. This wasn’t just sex—it was so much more. Even though Bridge wouldn’t admit it out loud, there was love growing between them, and she couldn’t ignore Finn’s emotional and physical need any longer.

  Finn’s hips started to pump faster, and Bridge met them just as fast as she lifted and impaled herself on Finn’s strap-on.

  “Fuck, Mistress. I’m going to come soon. You feel so good.” Finn reached up and pulled her down into a passionate kiss.

  Bridge broke away, and said, “Are you going to come inside me, boy?”

  “Yeah,” Finn gasped, “soon.”

  Bridge was so close to her second orgasm, but she wanted to come with Finn. She whispered something that she thought might tip Finn over. “I would have you keep your cock on all the time, wherever we are, so that I knew my beautiful boy was ready to serve me and pleasure me when I needed it. Would you like that?”

  Finn leaned back and closed her eyes tightly. “Coming, coming now.”

  “Yes, yes, come for me.” Bridge watched the orgasm crash over Finn, and heard her cry out, “Fuck!”

  That was all Bridge needed. She ground her hips onto Finn and let go of all her restraint.

  * * *

  Early the next morning, Bridge lay awake watching Finn sleep. Bridge didn’t think she had seen anything more beautiful. Finn had her arm slung across Bridge’s waist and her head tucked just below her breast, her hair flopping across her face.

  Bridge stroked the hair away from her eyes, and loved the feel of her silky blond locks so much she continued running her fingers through it. Finn let out a little sigh of contentment. There was something very innocent about Finn. As accomplished a woman as she was and as controversial a figure as she might be, Bridge could see that so much of Finn was the little girl who had been let down, disappointed, and deceived by her father and, as she thought, God. She’d gotten through it by looking after her sister, Carrie. Being the tough one, the strong one, fighting against the world to give them both a life. Now Carrie was gone, and there was no one to fight for, to keep busy and successful for every day.

  She gently caressed Finn’s cheek with her fingers. “You’re beautiful like an angelic boy, and you need someone to love you and look after you, don’t you?”

  Bridge
would give anything to be mistress of Finn’s heart and her body, enabling her to walk out to her audience of hundreds of thousands, to perform with freedom, knowing that Bridget was there waiting for her, taking care of her, but above all loving her.

  But that could never be, could it? Bridget knew she could never be with Finn and be celibate. Finn brought out such passion in her that she had to express herself physically.

  Would it come down to a choice? Could she choose to give up the Church, the village, and her life for Finn? But could she really survive losing Finn and her heart breaking again?

  Bridge needed to think. She got up and got dressed, then left a note on the pillow for Finn that she would be back shortly.

  She sighed and stroked Finn’s face one last time. I’m not falling in love. I am in love.

  * * *

  As soon as Finn read the note on her pillow, she knew where Bridge would be, and she had to get to her quickly before the past made her run away from what they had.

  She pulled on her clothes and hurried out of the hotel. She ran the half mile down to where Red’s was and saw Bridge standing on the pavement outside, staring at the club.

  When she got close enough, Finn said, “Bridge? Are you all right?”

  “How did you know where I’d be?” Bridge asked.

  “I guessed you’d want to come to Red’s to relive your memories.”

  Bridge sighed. “Why do you think I’d want to do that?”

  Finn walked closer and took her hand. “Because when you woke up with me this morning, you admitted to yourself that we were falling in love with each other. You got frightened and came here to remind yourself why falling in love is a bad idea.”

  Bridge turned to look at Finn, and she had tears in her eyes. “You’re very sure of yourself, Finnian Kane.”

  “I’m a mentalist, I know how the human mind works, but I also know you, Bridge. We shared something so special last night. You trusted me. You showed me that part of yourself you’ve kept hidden for so long. That’s why I know you care about me, and that we have something special.”