Charming the Vicar

by Jenny Frame

  Quade had taken Martha home and Annie was just putting Riley to bed. Harry was over at the drinks table and Finn was mentally undressing Bridge with her eyes. She just couldn’t wait to touch her.

  Harry brought over a brandy for each of them, and Finn sniffed it suspiciously. “Everything all right, Finn?” Harry asked.

  “Oh yes. I’ve just never had brandy before.”

  Bridge chuckled and looked at her adoringly. “Isn’t she so sweetly innocent, Harry?”

  Finn cleared her throat and felt her cheeks go red.

  Harry stood by the fireplace and raised a quizzical eyebrow at her old friend. “I’ll leave that judgement to you, Bridge.”

  Just then, Annie came back in the room. “Oh my goodness, Riley was high with excitement at meeting you, Finn, I doubt she’ll sleep for hours.” Annie stepped into Harry’s arms and hugged her. “I left her watching magic videos on YouTube.”

  She saw Harry roll her eyes. Finn wasn’t quite sure she had Harry’s approval yet. She got on great with Annie, and had spent most of the day teaching Riley some simple magic tricks, and she was a quick learner.

  “Would you like a drink, my darling?” Harry said to Annie.

  Annie thought for a moment and looked to Bridge and smiled. “No thanks, sweetheart. I think I’ve had enough. Besides, remember, we were going to have an early night.”

  Finn caught on to Annie immediately, and could have kissed her, but Harry seemed confused. Finn smiled at Bridge and winked.

  “We did?” Harry said.

  “Yes, remember, we want to be up early to start cataloguing the attics.” Annie finished her sentence with a dig in Harry’s ribs.

  Bridge chuckled and said, “Harry, your wonderful wife is trying to tell you it would be nice to leave Finn and me alone, since we’re staying over.”

  “Oh, I see,” Harry said at last.

  Finn thought it was funny to watch Annie gently coerce her partner. They had a completely different dynamic to her and Bridge. Harry was a total butch top. She couldn’t imagine for a second Harry giving up her control in the bedroom. And yet, were they so different?

  Annie led Harry, just as Bridge led Finn, they just had different ways of going about it. Certainly, in Axedale Hall, Finn was sure that the real power behind the throne was wielded by a very sweet, very femme Lady Annie.

  “It was lovely to spend the day with you, Finn, and get to know you. We’re so happy for you both,” Annie said.

  Bridge said, “Thank you for allowing us to stay over at Axedale. We have to be so careful.”

  “It’s our pleasure, isn’t it, Harry?”

  Another soft dig in the ribs got the reply, “Yes, yes, of course.” Harry finished her brandy quickly, and said, “Well, we’ll turn in and leave you…to it, as it were.”

  Finn stood when Harry offered her hand to shake. “Finn, Bridge is my best friend in the world. I hope you will be good to her, and treat her with respect.”

  “Oh, shush, Harry,” Bridget said. “Don’t be so protective.”

  Finn returned her firm handshake and said, “I promise to always put Bridge first.”

  Harry nodded and went over to Bridge. As Annie gave Finn a kiss on the cheek goodnight, she heard Harry say to Bridge, “Thank God Axedale has thick walls. Try not to strip the plaster off them, okay?”

  When Harry and Annie left, Bridge sauntered over to Finn, and said, “Come to bed, boy.” By the time they got up to the guest bedroom, Finn was nearly jumping out of her skin, but Bridge wanted to take things slowly, and enjoy loving Finn, not just having sex. She knew she would have to calm her down considerably.

  Bridge kissed her, and when Finn tried to deepen the kiss, she pushed her back and placed a finger on her lips. “Patience, boy.”

  Finn groaned. “Say my magic words, Mistress. You know how much they turn me on.”

  Bridge cupped Finn’s cheek with her hand, and kissed her way up the other side of her jawline, and ended with whispering in her ear, “Kneel, boy.”

  Finn moaned and fell to her knees. “It makes me want to come when you say that.”

  Bridge smiled, and stroked her head. “I know. I want you to undress me, starting with my shoes.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Finn kissed all over Bridge’s shoes before easing them off her feet and placing them carefully on the side. She kissed all the way up Bridge’s legs, and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall. As soon as it was gone, Finn pressed her face into Bridge’s sex, while her hands massaged her buttocks.

  “Please, may I taste you?” Finn asked.

  “No. Finish undressing me, take your clothes off, and get into bed.”

  Finn looked at her with surprise. “But—”

  “No buts. On your feet, and finish undressing me.” Finn got up and helped Bridge off with the rest of her clothes, dispensed with her own, then went into bed.

  Bridge stalked towards it and slipped in beside her. She pushed off the sheets, and leaned on her side next to Finn.

  Bridge caressed Finn’s body with her fingertips. She loved the look of confusion on Finn’s face. Finn had given over control to Bridge in the bedroom, and she probably thought she knew what pattern their lovemaking would follow, but Bridge promised herself that she would always keep Finn on her toes by not letting her anticipate what was coming next.

  “Bridge—” Finn got a quick slap on the thigh for that. “Sorry, Mistress. What are you going to do to me?”

  Bridge chuckled. “What am I going to do to you? You really want to know?”

  Finn nodded.

  “I want to show my boy how much I love her, and I want you to fuck me long, but oh so slow.”

  “I don’t want to disappoint you, Mistress,” Finn said with a hint of desperation in her voice. She closed her eyes for a second and whimpered. She had waited so long to be alone with Bridge again, that she thought one touch would set off her orgasm.

  Bridge leaned over and kissed her lips softly. “Mistress knows how you feel, and I’m going to make you feel better, so you can please me.”

  Again, Finn had no idea what was going to happen, which thrilled her. Bridge casually traced her fingernails across Finn’s breasts, making her nipples go rock hard.

  “Tell me, did you think about your mistress when we were apart?” Bridge asked.

  The question might have sounded casual, but it kick-started a huge ball of excitement low in Finn’s stomach.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Bridge smiled. “What did you do when you thought about me?”

  Finn hesitated. Was she really asking her to do that?

  Bridge seemed to sense her hesitation and grasped Finn’s hand, and put it down on her sex.

  “Show me, boy. I’ll make you feel better,” Bridge said huskily.

  Finn didn’t hesitate this time. She would do anything for Bridge, anything. She slipped her finger under the base of her strap-on and into her wet sex. She groaned when her finger first touched her clit.

  “That’s my good boy.”

  While Finn stroked her clit, Bridge grasped her strap-on and started giving it a soft massage.

  “Jesus Christ.” Finn’s eyes went wide and her orgasm very nearly came too soon, as she watched Bridge’s fingers with their red-painted nail polish stroking and squeezing her cock.

  “Now, now. Don’t blaspheme, bad boy. Do you like your mistress massaging your cock for you?”

  “Fuck, yes. Don’t stop please, Mistress.” Finn couldn’t take her eyes off Bridge’s hand. She had never seen such an erotic sight, and her own fingers on her clit matched the pace of Bridge’s massage, convincing Finn all her pleasure was coming from her cock in Bridge’s hand. “Faster, Mistress. I’m going to come.”

  Bridge rubbed faster and squeezed harder, while placing soft loving kisses on her jaw. “Come for me, beautiful boy. Come in my hand.”

  Finn couldn’t take any more. An orgasm exploded throughout Finn’s body. “Yes, yes, Mistress, fuck!”

  H
er orgasm was so intense, it took away that desperate, desperate need that was causing fires beneath her skin.

  Finn lay gasping, trying to make her breathing normalize.

  “Did Mistress make you feel better, boy?”

  Finn smiled, and quickly rolled over so she was on top of Bridge. “I’m ready for anything you need from me, Mistress.”

  Bridge pulled her down into a deep kiss. “I want you, boy. I want you to fuck your mistress, and make me come long and slow. Can you do that?”

  Finn grinned. “I can do anything for you. I want to make you scream, Mistress.”

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Finn had never been happier. She had Bridge and they were together as much as possible. They had to be discreet, but the paparazzi appeared to be bored with camping outside her house, and their number dwindled with each passing day. She was also getting to know Harry and Annie, although Harry still wasn’t totally sure about her intentions towards her friend. Everything was going perfectly and Finn was ready to tell Bridge she loved her, again.

  Finn was awakened by the incessant ring of her phone. She barely woke up, but answered. It was her publicist. “Ally, do you know what time it is?”

  “I’m sorry, but you need to know this. I take it you’ve gotten involved with someone in Axedale.”

  Now Finn was fully awake. “Ally, I don’t think that’s really any of your business.”

  “It is when I’ve had a tip off from the journalist at the newspaper. They will make your relationship with Bridget Claremont as scandalous as possible, considering the right-wing agenda of the newspaper.”

  Finn held her head in her hands. “Jesus Christ.”

  This was what she had always been afraid of. This could be how she lost Bridge, if she was forced to choose.

  “What do you want us to do, Finn? I could contact your lawyers, get them to try and delay publication, try and get an injunction of some sort, although I don’t know if that would do any good.”

  Finn heard a knock at her cottage door. She looked out of her bedroom window, and Bridge looked up.

  “I need time to think, Ally. I’ll get back to you in a few hours, okay?” Finn hung up the phone quickly, pulled on a T-shirt to go with the boxers she had on, and ran downstairs.

  She opened the door and Bridge fell straight into her arms. “I needed you to hold me,” Bridge said.

  “Always.” Finn squeezed her tighter and said, “I take it you’ve heard then?”

  Bridge nodded. “Yes, the Daily Tribune called the bishop for a reaction, and he called me.”

  Finn led Bridge through to the living room. Bridge sat on the couch while Finn lit the log-burning fire.

  Bridge watched the flames dance and crackle, and it brought some comfort to her confused mind. When Finn found out the whole truth, she was worried what her reaction would be.

  Finn sat beside her and said, “What did Sprat the prat say? I bet he was delighted at the chance to stick the knife in.”

  Bridge snorted. “You could say that. He contacted the archbishop and I am to come to London in three weeks’ time to attend a disciplinary committee.”

  Finn took her hand. “God, I’m sorry. I never wanted this to happen.”

  “I know, but it has, and we have to face it.”

  “What will happen at this meeting?” Finn asked.

  “They’ll question me on the nature of my relationship, and if I admit or deny the accusation of immoral conduct.”

  “Then you could get away with it, if you deny the accusations? You could keep your job, your life?”

  Bridget looked at Finn with surprise. “What are you talking about? I’m not going to deny you, deny my lo—what we feel for each other.”

  Bridge saw Finn gulp down a lump in her throat as the emotion threatened to overwhelm her.

  Finn dropped to her knees in front of Bridge and pleaded, “Bridge, you have to deny us. You have so much good work to do. The people of this village rely on you, they need you. You need to fight for your job, fight to stay in your church.”

  “How can you say that, Finn?” Bridge caressed Finn’s cheek with her hand. “I can’t deny my beautiful boy and I can’t deny what I feel for you. I am your mistress.” Bridge pulled Finn to her and gripped her tight. “I will never let you go as long as you stand beside me.”

  Finn sighed sadly. “I know.”

  * * *

  Finn had never seen Bridge so emotional, so much so that it threatened to overwhelm her.

  She held her tightly and tried to give her comfort, but inside she knew there could be no comfort. Finn couldn’t let Bridge lose her job, her life. She felt Bridge’s kisses on her neck and jaw.

  “I need you, Finn,” Bridge said desperately.

  “I’m here,” Finn said.

  Bridge’s kisses became more frantic, which wasn’t like her. She was always so controlled, knew what she wanted, and demanded it.

  Finn pulled back and saw tears running down her cheeks. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.”

  “It’s not okay. I’m scared what we have will be taken away from me, but I’m going to fight with every ounce of my being to hold on to you. I—I love you, Finn.”

  Finn’s heart ached with joy and hurt. This was the first time Bridge had said I love you, and yet it could be goodbye. She closed her eyes for a second and knew what she had to do. Bridge had given her everything since she’d arrived in Axedale, heartbroken and angry. She had shaken her up, helped her heal, and shepherded her back into the fold. It was time Finn took care of Bridge for once. That meant loving her, and doing the right thing for Bridge, whether she liked it or not.

  “I love you with all my heart.” Finn took Bridge’s hand to her lips and kissed it softly.

  “Finn, I need you. I need to feel you,” Bridge said breathlessly.

  Finn leaned her forehead against Bridge’s and said, “Mistress, you’ve taken care of me, made me feel again. Will you let me take care of you? Just this once?”

  “Yes, but promise it’s not goodbye,” Bridge said.

  Finn answered as honestly as she could. “I will never say goodbye to you, Bridge.” She held her lips inches from Bridge’s. “Let me worship you, Mistress. May I?”

  “Yes, I need my beautiful boy to touch me.”

  “I will. I’m going to love you, everywhere, Mistress.”

  Finn gave her the gentlest, most loving kiss she could, and simply enjoyed the softness and feel of Bridge’s lips. When she kissed Bridge it felt like currents of electricity ran all over her body and straight to her heart.

  She shrugged off Bridge’s biker jacket, and went to take off her dog collar and blouse, but stopped. The collar was a symbol of all that stood against them. Finn wanted to rip it off, but at the same time couldn’t take all that it represented away from her lover.

  Bridge must have understood her reluctance, because she took it off herself and threw it onto the couch. Finn stared at it lying there, the thing that was going to break her heart.

  Bridge put her hand on Finn’s cheek and turned her head back towards her. “I don’t want anything between us now. Just tell me you love me—”

  “And worship you?” Finn finished for her.

  Bridge nodded. “Tell me what’s in your heart.”

  “I love you,” Finn said, and then pulled off her T-shirt, leaving her just in her boxers.

  Bridge ran a red fingernail down Finn’s shoulder, then chest, and down her stomach. “Then that just leaves worshipping me.”

  Finn’s body was covered with goosebumps—it always was when Bridge touched her. She pulled Bridge into her arms and kissed her deeply, tasting her slowly with her lips and tongue.

  Bridge’s hands were touching, and her nails tracing, all over her neck and back.

  In between kisses Bridge said, “I love the way your body feels, Finn.”

  It was hard not to get lost in her own feelings of pleasure. Finn didn’t want to lose control and take this too fast. She wanted to sav
our her worship. “I want to feel your skin on mine,” Finn said, and then took off Bridge’s bra, and quickly unzipped her black skirt.

  When it pooled at Bridge’s feet, she kicked it away. Finn lifted her and laid her carefully on the rug in front of the fire. She kicked off her boxers and knelt by her feet.

  Finn lifted Bridge’s foot and kissed her shoe before slipping it off, and then she did the same with the other, and placed tender kisses on her ankle and up her gorgeous legs.

  She wanted to remember every inch of the legs that had tormented her since she first laid eyes on them. As she got up to her thighs, Bridge’s hand was in her hair, roughly grasping it just the way she liked.

  Bridge moaned and said, “Good boy.”

  One of Finn’s favourite parts of Bridge’s sexy legs were the suspenders on her thighs. There was something about suspenders, something so utterly female about them that made her crazy and willing to do anything to touch them.

  Bridge had once told her that her suspenders, her biker jacket, and her heels were the three little ways she could keep Mistress Black in her life as a vicar.

  Finn was apparently spending too much time kissing Bridge’s thighs, because she felt her head pushed to her lover’s sex.

  Bridge was wearing a black G-string, and was so wet it made Finn groan. Before she allowed herself to touch Bridge there, she looked up to her lover and said, “May I, Mistress?”

  “God, yes.” The look of adoration and want in Finn’s eyes made Bridge moan. She felt feather-like soft kisses at first and then Finn sucking her clit. Bridge clenched her thighs together around Finn’s head, the feeling intense. Every kiss and lick from her lover was making her forget what problems lay outside these cottage walls.

  Bridge’s hips started to buck when Finn simply pushed her G-string to the side and teased the entrance to her sex. She grasped her own breasts and squeezed. “Good boy. Just like that.” She was aching for her lover’s fingers, but instead Finn stopped abruptly and started kissing her breasts. Bridge wrapped her arms around Finn’s head and her legs around Finn’s waist. Finn kissed every inch of her breast, and sucked and teased her nipple.