Fic: Please Understand (part 3/4) W/T/B NC17

["TheBear!" <thebear@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Please Understand

Author: The Bear!

Spoilers: up through season 5: Triangle (pretty much AU from there)

Pairing: W/T /B 

Summary: Sequel to If It Pleases You- Buffy decides that they have to
tell the Scoobies about their relationship, but what about Joyce and
Dawn?

Warnings: NC17 Ahoy! And once again I remind everyone, and their dog,
that I love (and therefore write) BDSM and Graphic Sexual depiction!

Disclaimer: someone who is not me owns all of the toys I'm playing with
here. (Don'tcha hate it when someone else hogs all of the best toys!?
Come on, Share, share; that's fair!)

Author's note: Don't think I've lost all touch with grammar when you
get to Dawn's bit. I tried to narrate it as though one were
eavesdropping on her mental chatter. If it sucks, let me know and it
won't happen again.

***

Part 3

Willow had been a little nervous as they walked up the stairs with Dawn.
Partly because of Dawn wanting to know what was going on, and partly
because of thinking of Buffy down there telling her mom about them.
And, in the back of her mind, she were just a little bit freaked out
because Dawn was 'The Key.' 

This was the first time they had seen or spoken to Dawn since Buffy's
startling revelation. She seemed the same as always, except she seemed
to be kinda freaked out about Buffy's atypical behavior a moment ago.
The bemused way she breathed, "What just happened?" illustrated that
point quite well.

Tara was well pleased that she had been able to calm Buffy down with
just a look. The feeling of power that had coursed through her was
amazing. It was nearly as strong as the feeling she got when the magic
was coursing through her veins during a particularly powerful spell.
The look of lust Buffy gave her when she had whispered her approval,
tacitly promising a reward for her obedience. it had made her wet with
anticipation. "Goddess, I need to cool down!" she thought. It would be
hours at least before she could make good on her promise, and there was
serious discussion ahead- she needed to be able to focus on the task at
hand.

She meant to reward Buffy very well, though, when she got the chance. A
plan was already forming in her mind.

***

Dawn went to put her suitcase back in the storage closet, leaving the
witches alone for a moment. As she put the case over in one corner of
the closet, she noticed something missing. That box- full of old shoes-
that had been there forever, had been moved. It sat lower than before.
Dawn thought for a moment about what had been under that box. 

Being the youngest, which meant that no one ever told her anything,
combined with her innate sense of curiosity, had led her to spend hours
looking into things that she wasn't supposed to look at. One such
exploration had turned up the wooden case that had been under those
shoes. The wooden case that contained that huge-ass paddle.

When she first found it she freaked out- imagining that that must be
something mom held in reserve for if she was ever really, *really* bad.
It had been another month before she had worked up the courage to even
think about looking at it again. One time when she'd had Janice over
for a slumber party she had told her about the paddle. Mom had long
since gone to bed, and Buffy was out late slaying- as always- and Janice
convinced her to let her see it. 

Janice always acted like she knew everything, which kinda pissed Dawn
off sometimes, but a lot of times it turned out that Janice was right
about stuff- especially about sex stuff. Mostly because Janice had
figured her dad's password to his computer and had checked out all of
her dad's X-rated Internet sites. Most of what Dawn knew about sex-
and, she figured, most of what Janice knew, even if she tried to play
like she had actually done stuff for real- came from her and Janice
checking out internet porn when her dad wasn't home.

Some of that stuff really grossed Dawn out; especially the stuff Janice
had showed her the next day after they looked at the paddle. Janice had
told Dawn that it was a sex toy, and Dawn had been like, 'No Way! Who
wants to get their ass beat with a paddle?' and Janice was like, 'It's
this big thing; people tie each other up and spank them, and whip them,
and they all wear these kinky leather outfits and stuff.' 

Dawn had nightmares for a week after looking at some of those pictures.
She had refused to think of why that thing had been in their closet, but
she just knew it had to be Buffy's because there was no way she was ever
going to imagine her mom doing any of that stuff!

Breaking out of her reverie, Dawn checked down the hall to see if Tara
and Willow were looking for her yet. She heard them whispering to each
other through the cracked-open door of her room, and she could hear
voices coming from downstairs, indicating that Mom and Buffy were still
talking. She really wanted to know what had happened to that paddle,
and why there was this big drama between her sister and the two witches
that she liked so much. 

Deciding to risk it, Dawn tiptoed over to her sister's room and quietly
opened the door, staring down the hall the whole time to see if anyone
might be coming. The first thing she noticed was the smell. Is smelled
funky and stale, like nothing she had ever smelled before. She quickly
looked around, looking for the paddle. She checked out the closet,
which was already open, and didn't see anything. She was about to give
up when she had a sudden thought and looked under the bed. 

"Ohmygod!" she thought, stifling a gasp. There it was. She quickly
stood up and went to walk out of the room when the other thing she saw
finally filtered into her head. There was rope tied to each of the four
bedposts on Buffy's bed.

***

Tara and Willow began a low conversation while they waited for Dawn to
get back from putting away her suitcase. 

Willow voiced the concern that was weighing heaviest on her, "Oh Tara,
what do you think she'll say? How's she going to react? I don't know
if I'll be able to look Buffy's mom in the face ever again!"

Tara hugged the trembling redhead to her, whispering in her ear to calm
her as she rubbed her back. "Shhh, it'll be ok, Honey. It's not like
Buffy is telling her everything we do with each other. She's just going
to tell her that we love her and that we're together."

"But what if she hates us? Tara, I love Buffy's mom like she was my
own! Better than my own mom- she's always been there for me. and now
I'm."

Tara gently interrupted her before she could take off on another
babbling rant, "Now you are loving and caring for her daughter. Now
you're making Buffy happy- something she hasn't been for years,
probably." She leaned back from her lover long enough to look her in
the face, reassuring her with her eyes.

Willow smiled that soft, bashful smile that usually preceded her
little-girl voice. "Sure enough," Tara thought as Willow began to
speak, "It never fails."

"Now, *we* are making her happy for the first time in years," Willow
chided in her sweet little voice.

Tara smiled and looked into Willow's eyes with the same look of
adoration she had shown her as they danced on the night of her birthday,
and her voice broke slightly as she said, "Mmm, I love you so much,
Willow!"

Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss as the love and affection echoed
back and forth between them. Neither tried to deepen it, nor did they
move to end it. They just delighted in the feel of each other's warm,
soft lips against their own.

***

Dawn tried to school her features into her normal appearance. She was
desperate to convince her sister and her friends that she was old enough
to be included in Scooby stuff. She hated it that they all thought of
her as this little girl. She also didn't want them to know that she has
been snooping in Buffy's room, because that would definitely blow her
chances of being included, just when it looked like they might actually
tell her something for once.

Nevertheless, what she had seen in her sister's room was seriously
freaking her out. She kept having flashes of the paddle under the bed
and the ropes on the bedposts and those pictures Janice had shown her of
people being tied down while they were whipped and beaten. 

She didn't understand how that could be sexy. She thought sex was
supposed to be wonderful and make you feel really good. She knew that
she felt really good when she touched herself like Janice had told her
how to do. She didn't think she had ever managed to cum, like Janice
said you were supposed to, because she just never felt like she was
finished. Janice had said you would definitely know when you cum. She
never felt that. She was always afraid that Buffy or her mom could hear
her because she always started to moan really loud when it started to
feel really good. She worried that she would get caught and she had to
stop, even though it was really hard because she wanted to finish, and
she didn't understand how being hit could make you feel good like that.


She realized that she was babbling like Willow in her head because she
noticed that she was back in her room and there was Willow and Tara and
they were kissing. She thought she could definitely see how the kissing
and hugging would be fun and feel good, even though she had never done
it. 'Cause Willow and Tara really seemed to be enjoying it. How could
they let Buffy beat them? Weren't they together- they really looked
like they were together right now. She wondered witch one of them had
been tied to Buffy's bed, and why the other one let it happen. Couldn't
they cast a spell and get out of it? Did they want to get beat? Were
both of them doing it?

She couldn't picture either of them being the one who did the beating,
'cause just look at them! They were way too sweet and nice to do
something like that.

Dawn started to feel a little bit dizzy and decided that she had to sit
down. Not wanting to disturb the witches, she plopped down on the
floor, Indian style, and just stared up at them. Her mind was whirling
a million miles a minute as the competing thoughts of 'be cool, don't
freak out' and 'Ohmygod ohmygod!' clashed along with images of the
paddle, the ropes and the Internet pictures.

***

The two witches caught the movement out of the corner of their eyes as
Dawn dropped to the floor.

Hastily breaking their kiss, Tara looked down at Dawn with some concern.
She looked ashen and her eyes seemed shiny, as if slightly glazed over.

Willow was embarrassed, only because she and Tara had always acted
pretty platonically in front of Dawn. She thought Dawn knew that she and
Tara were girlfriends, but it hadn't really ever come up in
conversation. "Sorry," she said with a blushing smile.

Dawn said, "Oh, that's ok."

Tara knelt in front of her lover's sister and reached out to feel her
face, thinking she might be ill. "Are you alright Dawn?" Her face felt
cool to the touch. "Dawn, do you feel ok?"

Willow dropped to her knees as well, reaching out to steady the girl, as
she seemed to wobble a bit. "Dawnie? Are you alright? We didn't. you
knew Tara and I. I mean."

Dawn managed a half-hearted chuckle as Willow's babbling reminded her of
the mental babbling she had in her brain as she walked in the door.
"No, Willow. It's cool; I knew you and Tara were dating since. like
forever." 

Dawn felt a little better for having sat down. Some of the blood was
returning to her face. Unfortunately her brain was still a little
oxygen deprived and she didn't sensor her words quite as well as she
would have otherwise.

"You guys are. Is it girlfriends? Do lesbians have a different word for
it? Lovers? Partners?" she shook her head and continued spewing forth
stream-of-consciousness, "Do you have a cutesy name for it, like
snugglebunnies or sex."

Tara and Willow goggled at each other for half a beat before Tara cut
Dawn off, "Girlfriends!" she winced a little at her own volume.
"'Girlfriends' is fine, Dawn." Frowning slightly, she asked again, "Are
you sure you're all right?"

Dawn had managed to suppress the more disturbing thoughts in her head,
and was starting to feel less lightheaded, more coherent. "Totally
fine." She stood up and felt momentary wooziness but it went right
away. "Whoa, head rush," she said with a smile. "So, check out this
mask Mom got me!" she said as she went over to the pile of stuff on her
bed.

Tara and Willow shared a look and shrugged. Willow put on a smile and
bounced over to the bed, joining the youngest Summers as she looked
through the mess on her bed, trying to find the item in question.
"Where'd you guys go?" she asked, trying to play along nonchalantly.

Tara frowned again as she watched Willow and Dawn talk. There was
definitely something there, but she wasn't sure what.

***

All three of them were surprised by Dawn's easy acceptance of their
relationship. When Buffy had come up to talk to her, she had expected
that Dawn would freak out. Instead, she seemed almost like she wasn't
surprised.

Willow vocalized almost exactly Buffy's thoughts as they were walking
away from the house for their first 'date' as a triad. (Willow had
looked up the term on the internet, searching for info on polyamorous
relationships for Dawn and Joyce- non graphic info, of course) "Ok, how
come Dawn seemed less surprised than anyone else by this? I think I was
more surprised by it than she was, and I'm one of the ones involved!"
she asked rhetorically.

Tara was in a serious teasing mood and- just to see Willow blush- said,
"Yes; intimately involved," in her low, sultry voice.

Buffy and Tara grinned, both of them enjoying a good Willow-blush like a
piece of beautiful art.

Buffy concurred with Willow; "She did seem to take it awfully well."

Tara chimed in again, "Well, you can talk to her about it tomorrow after
class."

Buffy cocked her head and checked Willow's watch. It was only 5pm.
"Why not tonight after the movie?" she asked, confused.

Tara smiled a devious smile and answered in that same, low, teasing tone
of voice, "Oh no, Slayer. I've got plans for you tonight."

Like Pavlov's dog, both Buffy and Willow's eyes dilated in instant
arousal. Willow squeaked out, "We could, uh, skip the movie?"

Tara smiled at her pet's effort. She stopped walking and looked at her
two subs, "Unh uh, pet. You and the slayer are going to learn to savor
the anticipation. Even if it kills you." At their slack, wanton
expressions she giggled and smiled brightly. Then she turned and
continued walking toward the theater, her subs quickly chasing after
her.

***

Several hours later, Buffy couldn't have told you what movie they saw to
save her life. She knew it was dark, and that her mistress was on one
side of her and her Willow was on the other. 

Willow kept stroking her hands over every inch of her she could reach-
the fact that she was fully clothed did nothing to stop her
ministrations- nor did it cool Buffy's ardor in the least. 

Her mistress kept brushing her lips over Buffy's ear and whispering how
she was going to make Buffy scream with pleasure before the night was
out.

Buffy had no memory of walking hand in hand with lover's back to Tara's
place. She did remember being gently and carefully relieved of her
clothing by her dear Willow. Meanwhile Tara directed her pet and walked
around the slayer, stroking her and caressing her- telling her what a
good slayer she was, and how her obedience that afternoon with Dawn had
earned her a special reward.

Once she was naked, Tara led her over to the foot of her bed. She
wrapped her wrists and ankles in lamb-skin lined harness-grade leather
cuffs. The cuffs were thick and stiff, but soft with the lining against
her skin. Each had a stout D-ring attached to it, of which Tara
immediately took advantage.

With a wave of her hand and a softly spoken, "bind" Buffy found her feet
chained to the bedposts- with enough slack that she could stand with her
legs spread about shoulder width- and her hands drawn up over her head,
chained to an exposed beam in her ceiling. The position left her now
soaked pussy to be exposed to the cool air- filling the room with the
heady scent of her arousal. Her arms stretched above her head caused
her back to arch slightly, and her breasts to stand proudly out from her
chest.

Tara drew Willow to the floor off to Buffy's left. The slayer could see
them sitting within a sacred circle and they began chanting, a bowl of
water between them- it's surface rippling slightly as their chant seemed
to fill the air with a vibrating hum. After a minute of chanting, the
hum disappeared, the surface of the water grew absolutely still, and
there was a slight sensation of sonic deadness to the air, as though she
was wearing ear-muffs.

Tara smiled and said, "We've shielded the room, Buffy. We could set off
an bomb in here and the neighbors wouldn't hear a thing!"

Buffy raised an eyebrow and said, "That's not on the program, though, is
it? Detonating a bomb?" 

Tara's smile grew truly mischievous, "Oh yes, Slayer. I plan on Setting
off an explosion, all right. Right here," she said as her hand slid
across the skin of Buffy's abdomen and down to her bare mound.

Buffy shivered in eager anticipation and said, "Oh, yes! Please!"

***

Forty-five minutes later, Buffy was a dripping, sticky mess of desperate
need. Tara had started off by having Willow get up on the bed in front
of Buffy and performing a strip tease while Tara rubbed her already
naked body against the slayer's back and whispered in her ear, pointing
out Willow's beauty and sexiness.

Things had spun out of control from there and Willow was kneeling on the
floor at the foot of the bed, between Buffy's legs, licking and sucking
the slayer toward her third orgasm. 

During her first, Tara had clipped a pair of Japanese scissoring-clamps
onto her distended nipples; the jolt of pain from which had caused her
to scream through her first, prolonged orgasm. 

Willow proved that not only did she have a dexterous tongue, but amazing
oral endurance as she never let up on Buffy's dripping center, sucking
up every last drop of her passion as she continually induced more and
more. As she approached her second orgasm, Tara introduced her to a
heretofore-unknown property of these particular nipple clamps. She
attached a chain between them and gave it a slight tug.

Pulling on the clamps caused them to squeeze harder!

As her second mind-blowing orgasm ripped through her, her body's shaking
and quivering caused the weighted chain hanging from her jutting breasts
to jiggle and shake, squeezing her nipples in a sensual rhythm of pain
and pleasure. 

And now, as she approached her third psyche-shattering release of the
evening she felt a familiar sensation against the entrance to her sex.
Willow's talented tongue and mouth moved up to her clit and began
sucking and licking furiously as Tara slid home into Buffy's slick core
with eight long inches of thick silicone strap-on.

Buffy shrieked in ecstasy as every thrust of her mistress' hips filled
her completely; grinding her bundle of nerves into Willow's face and
slapping against Buffy's ass with a wet smack. The angle of
penetration, and the textured ribs of the strap-on cock, caused
delightful friction across her G-spot and her orgasm was jacked up to a
new level of bliss. She flooded Willow's chin with wetness as she
experienced her first female ejaculation.

By the time the last shuddering surge of electricity ran through her
nervous system, Buffy passed out, hanging from the chain above her head.

"Hmm, do you think she enjoyed her reward, pet?" Tara asked the sticky,
messy, sopping-wet redhead kneeling between her slayer's thighs.

Willow looked down at her entirely soaked body and said with a smirk, "I
think so, mistress; but a good scientist never bases her conclusions on
a single test subject." 

Tara laughed out loud in shear pleasure and happiness as she began to
cast the spell that would release Buffy and bring her down gently on the
bed.

***

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Next: That only leaves the Scoobies! (of course half of the gang is
actually involved.)





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