Kinky Boots(49)

She braced herself for his mounting, but instead, he knelt between her legs, one hand resting on his penis, the other moving over her body, caressing her belly, her breasts, the ticklish undersides of her arms. Then he wriggled two fingers up between her the swell of her, into the slick slip and slide of her tight sex, and she gripped them hungrily. His eyelids fluttered at the feel of her, and his breath caught.

‘You’re bound to me, Jill, bound to Eleanor and me, and I want it that way. I’ve wanted it that way from the beginning.’ He gave a little push with his fingers and she whimpered and jerked involuntarily against her bonds.

Then he leaned low between her legs, holding her open with two fingers, and kissed her opening, mouth wide. His tongue probed and sank deep, his bottom teeth raked as though he would swallow her whole, until his mouth converged and contracted with a tight hard nip and suckle around the erection of her clit. And she convulsed and writhed against his face, grinding her bottom into the mattress, then shifting upwards to get closer.

Breathing like a windstorm, he rose, his face glistening from her, and pushed and manoeuvred until his penis was up tight against her. Then, catching his breath, he spoke. ‘You should know that I’m as bound to you as you are to me, that there’s no part of me, no part of us, that isn’t yours to control, and it’s been that way from the beginning.’ Then he thrust in hard, and the cry from her throat was raw and desperate and needy in her frustrated efforts to get closer to him.

‘Hold still,’ he gasped. ‘This is mine to give. All mine this time.’

His control was torturous as he pushed all the way in, then pulled all the way back out, leaving her raw and empty, then pushed all the way back in again.

‘Shall I unbind you?’ His voice was tight, controlled.

She shook her head wildly. ‘No. Don’t ever unbind me, Finn. Ever.’

She was sure his eyes were misted with emotion as he took her mouth in a kiss that tasted of her. ‘Then we’ll come together,’ he said. ‘All bound together, like we were meant to be.’

She nodded and whimpered, and thrashed against him.

He rose on his knees, cupped her bottom and manoeuvred until he was deep in her pussy, and when he could go no deeper he thrust. He thrust relentlessly. She took him into herself, gripping and grasping and growling, and Eleanor was there in that place in between. She could almost see the knots being tied, she could almost feel the bonding. Right over left and under and through. Left over right and under and through.

They were both too far gone to do anything but hold tight and thrust. His erection seemed to have drilled a hole to her very centre, and she felt as though she could take him into her, take him whole, body and soul. And as they roared their way into orgasm, Eleanor wrapped herself around them, and they all rode the wave of pleasure together.

* * *

Later, when they were lying in each other’s arms and Eleanor was curled around both of them, filling all the space in between, Jill asked: ‘Eleanor, can she come back to me?’

Finn pulled her still closer and kissed the top of her head. ‘If you want her to. But only if you want.’

‘I do,’ she whispered. ‘She belongs in me. It won’t be right otherwise. She belongs in me so we can both love you, together.’ She blushed as she said it, and yet it felt right.

Finn’s response was a bone-crushing bear hug that made her yelp and laugh. ‘I can think of nothing I’d rather be than loved by both of you,’ he said. And Eleanor’s delight shimmered and danced in little ripples around them.

‘Will we have to do a ritual?’

‘Just the ritual we did the first time, the one in Kinky Boots.’ He pulled her on top of him and settled her onto his penis, already hard again. ‘All we have to do is lust wildly after each other, and act accordingly.’ He was already moving and shifting beneath her, and she was gripping and grinding.

‘I think I can manage that,’ she said, already anticipating the orgasm that was never far away when she was with Finn and Eleanor.

And that was all it took, just a little lust, a little bumping and grinding, and Eleanor was in. In like Finn.