‘Ooh! And when’re you going out with him?’ Aisha raised her eyebrow archly.
‘We’re notgoing out. We just met on the beach, that’s all.’
‘D’you think it’s the spell?’ Aisha clutched Faye’s hand. ‘I mean…it can’t be a coincidence, right? You ask for a man, and then this big guy appears…what, like, out of the blue?’
‘Pretty much. We were both walking along the beach.’
‘It just feels like magic, doesn’t it?’ Aisha asked, her eyes wide.
‘I don’t know. Maybe.’ Faye chewed her lip. She didn’t want to sayRav Malik doesn’t look like the doll I made. Another man does. But I don’t know who he is or if I’ll ever see him again.‘Oh. He’s organising that music festival your favourite band are playing at,’ she added, pointing to the same flyer in the window as Aisha was still clutching in one hand.
‘Dal Riada. Only the best band I’ve ever heard. And the absolute sexiest, too. Look.’ Aisha pulled out her phone again and tapped the screen. ‘Here. You can’t tell me they aren’t supernaturally good-looking.’ She sighed again, and passed the phone to Faye.
There were four members of the band: three men, one woman. Aisha was right – they were all remarkably beautiful. The men were well-muscled, fit, tattooed; the woman stood like a faerie queen among them.
And the man standing on the left and looking unsmilingly into the camera was the same tall, blonde man who had made Faye melt only hours ago.
6
‘You’re gonna love them!’ Aisha shouted over her shoulder as they made their way into the crowded bar. Taking Faye’s hand, Aisha snaked her way expertly through the bubbles of space that opened and closed between people.
Faye had agreed to come with Aisha to see Dal Riada play in a club in Edinburgh. As soon as she had realised that the tall, dirty blonde man who had visited the shop was their singer, she had been intrigued to see him again.
Finn Beatha. That was his name. Aisha had told her, and ever since, his name had resonated in Faye’s mind.
Aisha pushed her way to the bar and waved frantically at the barman until he craned forward; she shouted for two beers over the noise and handed one to Faye.
‘It’s so busy!’ Faye shouted.
‘I know! They’ve got such a following. No one even knew anything about them a year ago. They just came out of nowhere,’ Aisha yelled back. ‘Just look at the lassies in here. Obsessed. Just like us.’ She grinned and took a long drink from her bottled lager.
‘You’re the one obsessed,’ Faye shot back, smiling at Aisha’s excited face, but she was lying. Ever since Finn Beatha had come into the shop, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. Not only that, but she had dreamed about him every night, waking full of longing for him.
Each dream was different, but in every one they were making love.
In one dream, Faye sat astride him, naked. In the dream, she could feel her wetness, her readiness for him. She wanted him so badly that she couldn’t wait any longer.
Finn’s hands held her hips, caressed her bottom and thighs, as she lowered herself onto him, crying out in pleasure as she felt his thick, lengthy cock enter her.
That’s it. Good girl. Take all of it. I know you can.I am your destiny.
Shuddering with the delicious feeling of him filling her so completely, she leaned down to kiss him, moving against him in just the right way that meant the whole, long shaft of his cock stroked the most sensitive, aroused parts of her.
Faye had awoken with the first stirrings of her orgasm rippling in her belly, crying out for Finn, desperately missing the sense of his girth and fullness inside her. She’d had to bring herself to orgasm with her fingers, pushing two of them inside her and circling her clit with the fingers on her other hand. It had brought her some relief, but she yearned for the way she had felt in the dream. There had been something so right in the way that their bodies connected; something so complete that it filled her heart with a deep pleasure as well as her body.
In another night’s dream, Finn had held her tight in his muscled arms, her head against his strong chest. He had whispered in her ear,That’s right, just let me play with you like my own little doll,my princess, my queen, good girl, let me take what I want,while he stroked her clit gently. She had felt sosafe, and yet so aroused. Over and over, his fingers circled her clit in maddeningly slow movements until she felt her orgasm widening across her hips. As she stiffened, he stroked her entrance, then gently plunged two long, thick fingers inside her, pushing up exactly where she needed it, before slowly drawing them out, then repeating the action until she was moaning loudly against his chest, desperate for release.
Stay with me, Faye, he had crooned in her ear.Good girl.You’re safe. I’m here.Who do you belong to?
You, she had moaned: in that moment, she would have said anything.You, I belong to you. Please.
You belong to me. I own you. I own this hungry little pussy, he had replied.I am your lord and master. Say it.
Yes, you own it. Please, I want…
I am your lord and master,he prompted her.
You are…my lord and master, she repeated, wild with want and need. She would have said anything if it would mean he would allow her release.
