Something Wicked (14 page)

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Finn closed and locked the door to his room. He motioned for
me to sit on the bed while he rushed around, pulling vials of potions out of
closets and candles out of dressers.

"Finn," I gasped, my eyes wide at the black candle
he just unearthed from the back of his sock drawer. "We can't use
that!"

"Of course we can," he said, placing the candle on
the bed with the other accouterments.

"Black candle, black magic," I said, folding my
arms around my middle.

He stopped gathering spell materials and looked at me.
"Iz, what did you think we were going to do? We have to take Tara's free
will, before she takes mine."

"She can't take yours if you don't let her," I
said quietly.

"And let her financially ruin you?" he scoffed.
"No, I won't stand by and watch that."

"There has to be another way," I insisted
stubbornly, even though I knew he was right. It was her free will, or his.

I stood, stepping in front of him as he continued to gather
materials. "Finn, please, you don't have to do this for me."

He placed his strong hands on either side of my shoulders
and squeezed gently. "There is no way, I am not doing it for you," he
said before laying a soft kiss on my lips. "So, do you think you can do
this?"

"I can try," I said, melting into him.

His body stiffened. "There is no try, Izzy. It's black
magic, powerful magic, and you need to commit to it."

The tone of his voice scared me a little. My magic, and Grams'
magic, always walked in the light. I was about to take a massive step into a world
I knew nothing about. Grams didn't tell me much about black magic except to say
not to do it. "What will happen to me?" I asked.

"Nothing, I promise," Finn said. "I'll take
whatever consequences there may be."

"What type of repercussions are there?" I asked.

"I don't know yet," he admitted. "And there
may not be any."

"How can that be possible?" I may not know a hell
of a lot about black magic, but I did know that if you practiced, there were
consequences.

"She tried to take my free will, Iz. If anyone deserves
a free pass for this, it's me."

And with that, he whipped the throw rug in front of his bed
off the floor, revealing an exquisitely etched pentagram in the wood. I was so
captivated by the intricate scroll carvings that I forgot to be angry that he
ruined a perfectly good wood floor.

He set the candles out in the middle of the pentagram, the
black one flanked by the two reds.

"Let me talk you through this," he said, taking my
hand and pulling me towards him. "First we need to release her spell on
me, and that's simple enough. We do that first with sage. It's the same idea as
cleansing a room, except you are cleansing the spell from my body. But once
that spell is undone, we need to bind her to Johnny."

I nodded my head. "But will this hurt him in any way?"

Finn shook his head. " No, he won't be hurt. Hell, he'll
be thrilled."

"OK, so what do we do?" I asked.

He handed me a bundle of sage. "You need to trail the
smoke from the burning sage around my body, then you need to run the tip of the
bundle along my back, drawing a pentagram with the fire."

I gasped. "That will burn you! I can't do that!"

"It's okay," he said, removing his shirt. "It
kind of feels good."

"Don't lie, Finn," I scolded.

He grabbed my hands, and gave me a devilish grin.
"Trust me, Izzy. It feels good."

My breath caught as he said that. Where was this night going
to lead? Butterflies danced in my stomach while Finn lit the sage stick with a
Zippo. With a nod, he handed it to me, and I started smudging his body. I could
barely hear his low chant, a cleansing spell. Beads of sweat began to sprout on
his skin. I followed a drop down his chest and abs, watching it disappear down
the waistband of his jeans. I swallowed and licked my lips as I knelt down,
dragging the smoke up and down his legs before landing at his groin. He
unzipped his jeans, and I gently blew the smoke into them, hungrily watching it
swirl down past his hard cock, which was pressed against his stomach.

"Not yet, Izzy" he said, his voice tight with
desire.

I took a breath and then nodded. He turned and I focused on
drawing a line of smoke back up his legs. Using the edge of the bed to steady
myself, I got back on my feet to reach his back and shoulders. He stopped
chanting just as I circled the smoke around his head.

"Izzy," his voice was rough. "Burn the
pentagram."

I looked at the hot embers and hesitated.

"Now," he repeated. "It's okay. Just run the
tip gently along my skin. It feels good."

Cringing, I placed the hot tip of the sage bundle at the top
of his spine, moving it quickly along his skin in the start of a pentagram.

"You can touch my skin, Iz, don't be nervous."

He shuddered a little as I pressed the sage bundle against
him a bit harder. Thinking I hurt him, I pulled it off quickly. "No, Izzy,
keep going."

I pressed again, this time crisscrossing his back, leaving a
trail of slightly red skin as I worked. He moaned in pleasure, placing his
hands on the wall for support. The scent of the sage mixed with his skin, and
along with the clear pleasure he took in the ritual, my own passion began to
rise. I pressed my legs together, clenching my pussy tight, and focused on
finishing the pentagram.

When I was done, Finn turned and took the sage bundle out of
my hand and placed it in an ashtray on his dresser. He leaned in and kissed me,
his mouth working over my own. I slipped my hand into his unbuttoned jeans,
grasping his hard cock in my hand. The tip was wet with pre-come, and I rubbed
it up and down his shaft. I reached around with my other arm to steady myself,
touching his back. His skin was still warm.

"Did it hurt?" I asked, stilling my hand for
moment. "From burning sage, I mean?"

He opened his eyes and laughed. "Are we really going to
talk about this now?"

"Yes," I said, pinching the tip of his penis
gently with my thumb and forefinger.

"Yes, it hurts a bit, but once you move past the pain, it
feels good," he said, his breath slightly labored. "Kind of like what
you're doing now."

"Really?" I asked, my curiosity peeked. "Can
you do it to me?"

Finn shook his head. "Maybe one day, but that's not for
tonight. If you really want to try fire play, we have to work our way up to it.
But it's fun getting there."

With Finn guiding me, I knew getting there would be ecstasy.
As if to prove that point, he reached down and took my hand in his, changing
the rhythm as I rubbed along his shaft faster.

"Will this help the spell?" I whispered, feeling
my own panties getting wetter by the second.

Finn moaned. "Not quite."

He slipped his free hand under my scratchy shirt. His
fingers brushed gently along the curve of my waist and up my ribs. He pushed
the underwire of my bra up, freeing my left breast. It filled his hand, and he
roughly massaged it, running rough fingers over my erect nipple. I gasped my
arousal and squeezed his cock harder, both of us clearly walking a razor's edge
of need.

In a split second, Finn released me and stepped away. Cold
air replace the heat from his body. Panting, I leaned back frustrated, the
dresser propping me up.

"We can't," Finn's voice was rough. "We have
to wait. Save it for the spell work."

"So what are we waiting for? Let's get to it." I
was out of patience.

Finn eyed me like a caged tiger that hadn't had a meal in weeks.
"I have to prepare the spell. And you."

"Trust me," I said. "I'm ready."

"I know. But that's not exactly what I meant."

He reached just to my right, his arm brushing dangerously
close to my left nipple, still liberated from my bra cup. He opened the top
drawer, reached in and withdrew something wrapped in black tissue paper.

"Jump in the shower to bathe and purify, then put this
on," he said, handing it to me. "I need to go to the kitchen to make
the potion, and then I'll take a quick shower too. Meet back here in about 20
minutes?"

Nodding, I took the package, squeezing it to try to guess
what was under the tissue paper. It was small and strappy. It felt like a belt.

"Do I put this on over my jeans, or something
else?" I asked. Finn laughed heartily, the sexual tension melting away
slightly. "What's so funny?"

"You'll see when you open it," he said, dropping a
kiss on my head. "And, Iz, can you do me a favor?"

I nodded.

"While I'm in the shower, don't flush."

Before I could even respond, the door clicked shut behind
him.

I dropped the package on the bed and fumbled with the tissue
paper, squinting at the contents in the dimly lit room. It appeared to be a
really long, oddly shaped belt like thing. Or several belts fastened together
maybe? I held it at one angle, then another, then...oh my goddess.

My blood ran cold. I was supposed to wear this thing?

CHAPTER TWENTY

I stood at the end of Finn's bed, clad only in a towel. The
shower gave me time to consider that thing in the package. Now I puzzled at how
I was even supposed to get into it.

To call it lingerie was generous. Instead of fabric, it was
leather bits and straps. The straps created a pentagram harness over each breast,
before snaking around the back, forming another pentagram in the middle of the
lower back. The point at the bottom point of the pentagram turned into a thong.
It was a mirror image on the front as well, save for two straps that ran on
either side of my pussy, making it effectively crotchless.

"Oh boy," I whispered to myself, tentatively
fingering the stiff leather. What kind of a spell were we talking about here?

A sex magic spell, I reminded myself. And a dark one at
that. And one that I desperately needed to work.

A nip from the bottle of rum sitting on Finn's side table
gave me the courage to strip off the towel and into the black witch bondage
attire. The leather straps were stiff, but it wasn't as uncomfortable as it
looked. Goosebumps sprouted along my arms from the air-conditioned climate
mixed with my nerves. I dug a flannel out of Finn's closet and slipped it on,
wrapping it around my body, feeling only slightly less self-conscious. I sat on
the edge of Finn's bed, leaning to the side to pick at the strap creeping up my
bum. I waited.

Instead of time dragging, however, it went at warp speed.
Finn was back in the room in no time. Clad in a towel and nothing else—his
curls damp from his shower—he carried a potion bottle.

"Are you okay, Iz?" he asked, looking me up and
down in the flannel.

"Sure," I lied.

"It's the outfit, isn't it?"

"Well," I hesitated. "It's not exactly
me."

"I know," he said. "But it's what the spell
calls for."

I side eyed him. "Are you sure your not making this up?
Like is this some kinked out fantasy?"

"Iz, I swear, I am not making this up," he
laughed. "Although, I certainly am not going to argue the spell."

"Finn," I hesitated. "Between this get up,
and the black candles, and everything. I don't know if I am the right witch for
this."

"Iz, you are the perfect witch for this. I don't think
I could pull this off with anyone else."

I froze at the thought of him being with other women. I
mean, I knew he hooked up. Okay, he hooked up a lot. "Have you ever tried...I
mean, like this...before...with someone else?"

"I'm not going to lie to you," he said. "Not
exactly this, but yes."

"Oh," I said quietly.

"But I think your magic is stronger. Strongest I've
felt," he said. "The power coming off of us worked, almost. If the
target of Tara's spell hadn't been me, that first spell would have worked. Free
will be damned."

He put the potion he was carrying down and took my hands,
pulling me up off the bed. One by one, his fingers deftly unbuttoned the shit.
When he got to the last, he gently pushed the red flannel off my shoulders and
took a step back. I stared at the floor, unable to meet his eyes. My hair
tumbled over face, hiding me from him.

Finn took me in. "Wow. You're just...Wow."

I felt my face flush, and peeked up at him through my hair.
"Is that good?"

He reached forward and cupped my breast, running his thumb
gently down my nipple. "
Very
good," he said, his voice husky
with desire. 

I swallowed as he stepped closer. With one hand still on my
breast, he pushed my hair away from my face with the other. Fisting it, he
pulled back, and my head lifted. Our eyes locked.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered as he dropped
his head, running his lips lightly along my neck, just stopping at the
sensitive dip just below the ear. My breath quickened, and I tugged at the towel
knotted at his waist.

"Hold on, Iz," he said before kissing me gently,
almost tentatively. "As much as I want this, and just this right now, we
have to do the spell."

Right. The spell. There was no hiding the disappointment
that crossed my face.

"Iz, there is nothing I want more than to make love to
you. Several times. And we will."

"But we're doing sex magic," I countered.

"Which means sex is
part
of the spell," he
corrected me, although judging by the bulge in the towel I could tell he was
anxious to get on with it too.

"Well I feel foolish in this get up," I grumped,
fidgeting a bit. This outfit didn't scream comfortable spell work. It moaned
sex and orgasm.

"You look crazy hot." And as if to prove it, he
grabbed my hand and pressed it to his crotch. "You'd be coming right now
if this spell wasn't so important."

I gulped, rubbing his stiffness under the fabric. "How
does this work?"

He pulled me closer, continuing to caress my breast.
"Since you haven't really practiced much sex magic, I need to control
this. Are you comfortable with that?"

I nodded, a small sigh escaping my lips at the sensation of
his palm pressing on my nipple.

"I promise I won't hurt you. But if you get scared, or
something hurts, you tell me to stop, agreed?"

I nodded again, feeling electricity rise between us as I
scented his musk.

He pulled away from me, sensing it as well. "Wow, okay,
you felt that right? We have to be careful. We're already raising a lot of
energy and we haven't even started yet."

He guided me to the middle of the pentagram and eased me to
the floor. My breast felt cold without his warm hand on it. He handed me
several pillows.

"Lay down in the center and position the pillows so you
are comfortable," he instructed.

While I got comfortable—no small feet given what I was
wearing—he walked a circle around the pentagram, performing a banishing ritual.
This would keep negative energy away from us. My eyes landed on the black
candle at the base of the pentagram and I shivered. We were practicing black
magic and sex magic. We definitely needed the protection.

With the banishment done, Finn took the potion bottle and dropped
beside me. "You okay?" he asked. "Comfortable?"

I nodded. He opened the bottle and took a long drink before
handing it to me. "Drink this," he said.

"What is it?" I asked.

"A love potion," he smiled. "But I mixed it
with wine."

"But we don't need a love potion," I argued,
confused. "They do."

"Exactly, but they're not here to drink it, are
they?"

I took the bottle and gingerly took a sip. It wasn't
unpleasant, sort of a spiced red wine. But it had a weird under-taste, and
finished almost chalky. I stuck out my tongue.

"You've got to drink a little more than that," he
teased.

"Bottoms up." I tipped the bottle and poured the
liquid down. I choked on something stringy.

"Sorry," he said, taking the bottle back.
"Hair."

Taking deep, focused breaths was the only way I held back a
gag. As "magical" as witchcraft was, sometimes it was simply
disgusting.

Finn lit the black candle, followed by a red pillar candle
and then a pink one. Returning his attention to me, he gently pushed me down on
the pillows, so I was on my back. He took my hands and raised them above my
head. "I have to tie your hands. Is that okay?"

"Yes," I whispered, my heart racing. He wrapped a
piece of black silk around my wrists and, with my arms above my head, he tied
my hands to the leg of the bed.

"Too tight?"

 I shook my head. "It's okay."

"Ready to begin?"

I nodded, breathing in the smell of the fresh burning wax
and lingering sage.

"I need you to clear your mind," he started. I
snickered, my nerves getting the best of me. Clearing my mind seemed
impossible. It was racing. "Izzy, listen. I need you to clear your mind
and, once cleared, focus on Johnny and Tara. Send the energy you feel through
us to them. Focus on this."

"Okay," I said, forcing my mind to go blank, and
then conjuring an image of Tara. It looked as if I was floating above her in
her bed. I frowned and explained it to Finn.

"It's okay," he said. "This is actually good.
It's a vision, not your imagination. You can push our energy into her much
easier this way. And since she's the resistant one, we needed this break."

"Does this mean..."

"No, this is just our sexual energy," he said.
"She's dreaming about Johnny, and Johnny's dreaming about her. If we do
this right. But you cannot focus on us, you need to focus on them."

Finn leaned in and kissed me, his tongue slipping gently
into my mouth, teasing my own. My body shivered with anticipation. His towel
still covered his lower body, it's damp roughness teasing the skin on my thigh
as it brushed against me. Forgetting my hands, I attempted to reach for him to
remove the towel, but my arms jerked against the silk restraints.

Finn's laugh was throaty. "Sorry, Iz. I have to control
the spell, so I have to have control of this. You can't touch me. But when we're
done, you can do whatever you want to me."

With that delicious promise for the future, I resigned
myself to give into him.

He worked his way down my neck, his tongue following a
gentle path to my clavicle. His mouth worked down to the dips of my breast,
while his hands found them at the same time. With palms barely touching my
nipples, he rubbed over them clockwise. My whole body caught fire, the heat
branching out from my center. My back arched, longing for a more forceful
touch.

A flood of Latin spilled from Finn as he continued to work
his hands over my nipples.

"Fuck, it's hard to focus on this spell," he said
gruffly. "You are such a distraction."

"I know the feeling," I murmured, finding my own
concentration waning. I clamped my eyes closed tighter, refocusing on Tara. I
was still hovering over her in bed. Finn's Latin was lulling me into a trance
like state, his warm breath now moving over my nipple as he took one into his
mouth. My body burned with need and small groan escaped my lips. Just as that
happened, Tara moaned quietly. Something was working.

Finn began chanting with more intensity, and his hand moved
down to my thigh, sweeping around the inside and just grazing my wetness. I
shifted my body up towards him, wanting more of his touch. But he
tantalizingly, infuriatingly, continued his gentle sweep along my legs, dipping
quickly into the crevice between my legs before pulling back out again. He
pulled gently on my nipple with his teeth. With the vibrations of his voice
mumbling the spell and the light pressure of his teeth on my sensitive nip, my
sex ached for him to mount me. I bucked up again, catching his hand between my
thighs and squeezing.

He tugged me back down with his hand, this time slipping his
thumb into my slit, drawing back the folds of my labia before diving into my
wetness. It was soaked in my juices as he ran it up to my clit, where he
circled the sensitive nub. My breath uneven, I squeezed my Kegels and forced
myself to push my growing energy at Tara, whose own full-throated moans told me
the spell was taking root.

I felt Finn's rough towel drop away, and his hard cock
pressed against my leg as he climbed over me. I opened my legs, desperate to
take him.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice an intense whisper.

I nodded, unable to speak.

He paused to sheath his cock with a condom. Then he slid his
shaft into me, filling me up. I gasped in the pleasure of finally feeling him
inside me, feeling him drive his hard cock into my warm, wet center. He angled
and pushed up, searching for my G-Spot.

He found it.

My hands tugged hard at their bindings again. The waves of
pleasure that coursed through my body made it increasingly difficult to focus
on pushing that energy into Tara. I was losing sight of her, my own ecstasy
overwhelming the spell that we were unleashing.

Finn's breath ragged as he pushed harder into me, driving
both of us to orgasm. "Focus," his voice was barely a whisper, as if
he was reminding himself, too.

But it was too late, and I yelled out Finn's name as I
climaxed just as he shuddered inside me.

Finn collapsed on top of me, the room suddenly eerily
silent. I longed to wrap my arms around him, but my hands were still tied above
my head.

"Finn," I whispered. "Do you think it worked?

He propped himself up on his elbow. "I don't
know," he responded. Not exactly the answer I wanted to hear. "It was
so damn hard to focus on the spell." He pushed deeper into me, his cock
still hard. My body shook in anticipation of going another round. But when he
reached to untie my hands, he pulled out of me. My wetness ran down my leg.

Struggling to sit up, I tried to hide my disappointment. But
Finn flashed a sly smile and gently pushed me back down again. "I didn't
say we were done."