Fic: R,R&R Book II (2b/?) NC17 B/W/T

Chapter 2 Continued...

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“Please Mistress, Please!” Buffy’s soft, crying chant brought Tara back to an awareness of her surroundings.

‘Oh, poor pet, I’m probably crushing her!’ Tara thought as she realized she was draped over her bound Slayer. She straightened up and immediately released her pet’s bonds.

“Stand up Slayer,” Tara gently instructed.

Buffy slowly pushed herself upright, her body visibly shaking with her suppressed orgasm.

“Look at me, Slayer,” Tara said as she turned the helpless girl around to face her.

Buffy’s eyes were dilated and unfocused. Her lips continued to call out a whispered mantra, pleading for release.

“Shh, shh. Be still my Slayer,” Tara said, tracing her fingers along her lover’s trembling lips. “I know you need to cum, but you can’t. Not yet.”

A high pitched whine came from the frustrated Slayer, and a tear started from one golden brown eye.

“Remember, Slayer. Tonight isn’t about you. Tonight is about rewarding your pet...” Tara said, both explaining and testing for understanding.

“F... for W-Willow...” Buffy whispered.

“That’s right. You get to cum when I let Willow cum, do you understand Slayer?” Tara asked, using one thumb to wipe away the lone tear from Buffy’s cheek.

Buffy’s eyes grew focused once again and she nodded slowly. “Yes, Mistress. I u-understand, Mistress,” she softly answered.

“Good,” Tara said. She punctuated it with a deep, hard kiss, leaving them both panting when she ended it. “Now, since you’ve been such a good pet, I’m going to let you come watch me play with your pet. Would you like that Slayer?”

“Oh, yes, please Mistress?” Buffy replied with a little bit of a bounce returning to her stance.

Tara smiled happily at the excitement in Buffy’s voice. “Of course, Slayer. However, I don’t want you touching yourself... shall I cuff you, or can you control yourself?”

“I... I...” Buffy started, then trailed off, her face falling.

“Cuffed it is,” Tara said with a warm smile. She grabbed a set from the foot of the bed and returned quickly to her pet, stepping behind her. “Don’t be ashamed Slayer... I take it as a compliment... I got you so worked up that you can’t restrain yourself even though you want to, to please me,” she reassured Buffy as she secured her hands behind her back.

Turning her pet to face her, Tara pulled her close and brushed her lips in a barest kiss before whispering in her ear, “Besides, I like you in restraints...” Then she nipped the earlobe before her, eliciting the surprised and lusty gasp that she so loved to hear.

“Ok Slayer, stand over here and watch...” Tara said, moving Buffy into place while using a bit of power to lower the Saint Andrew’s Cross down to the horizontal position.

“Look at your pet, Slayer. She’s so hot and ready...” Tara whispered, turning her attention to the still writhing and whining redhead. “Goddess, she’s flushed and panting and...” she reached down and cupped her hand over the gently vibrating toy Willow was filled with and then pulled her hand away, adding, “So very wet!”

Tara showed her dripping fingers to her own pet, garnering an openmouthed sigh of desire from the naked blonde.

“I bet she tastes a sweet as ever,” Tara taunted her pet, bringing the willowsyrup covered fingers to her lips and loudly slurping them clean. “Mmm! Oh yes, she tastes like candy, she’s so sweet!”

Looking at Willow’s face Tara asked, “Are you ready to play, pet?”

“Yugh! Yes, M-Milady!” Willow grunted out.

“First things first,” Tara muttered, turning off the vibrator and slowly withdrawing it from her pet. “Goodness, it’s a good thing this is waterproof, pet. It’s completely drenched!” she observed, amazed at what Willow’s body could do sexually.

“S-s-sorry Milady,” Willow stuttered, her voice as drenched with lust as her body.

“No, pet, I’m just amazed!” Tara corrected as she set the toy aside on a towel for later cleaning. “You and your Mistress both just overflow with such yummy juices, I love it!” She picked up a length of black velvet and turned back to the cross and her two lovers. “Lift your head, pet,” she instructed, tying off the blindfold just above Willow’s ear so she wouldn’t have to rest her head on the knot.

Tara once again picked up the flog and began to trail the tails across Willow’s flushed skin. “Goddess I love your skin, pet!” she said in a low, passionate voice. She dragged the flog up and flicked the tails at the clamps on Willow’s nipples, eliciting a groan from the prone redhead.

‘Mmm, just wait till I take those off... I’m going to do wonderful things to those little buds...’ she thought with anticipation. ‘But not until I bring a little more color to this lovely white skin!’

Tara brought the whip down across Willow’s tummy, just below her navel. ‘Oh, music to my ears!’ she thought at the redhead’s startled gasp and shuddering exhale.

‘I love this so much!’ she cried silently, bringing the whip down again and again, striping Willow’s body from breast to knee. Her own breathing was deep and fast, and sweat was dripping from her brow. She looked up at her blonde pet and saw her own response echoed. ‘Goddess, she’s lost in the feeling too!’ she realized, her head and body buzzing with pleasure.

“Slayer... why don’t you... put that... tongue to work!” Tara panted, referencing Buffy’s open mouth and salivating tongue. “You’re pet is soaked... clean her up!” she instructed, gesturing toward the redhead’s dripping center.

“Oh God yes, Mistress!” Buffy cried, nearly sprinting around to latch her mouth on to Willow’s pussy.

‘Such a noisy girl,’ Tara thought as Buffy loudly sucked on Willow’s wet sex. ‘Not that her pet is any quieter!’

Willow was whining loudly and pulling at her restraints, clearly frustrated and desperate to cum. No words were formed by her twitching lips, only incoherent cries and grunts as her Mistress ate her out.

“So amazing!” Tara sighed. She quickly grabbed the two items she had decided to ‘surprise’ Willow with last week, but hadn’t actually gotten around to using until now. She first freed Willow’s nipples from the clamps, causing the girl to flinch and cry out as the return of blood-flow to the stiff flesh burned her with a moment of pleasurable agony.

Before the intensity of the sensation could diminish completely, Tara dragged an ice-cube up along the underside of one pale breast, slowly bringing it to the tip, where she circled the areola for a moment and then the nipple itself.

“OOOhhhhhhummmm!” Willow’s gasp turned into a loud hum of pleasure.

A loud hum from further south on the redhead’s body caused Tara to look at her Slayer, who was wide-eyed and staring at the witch’s handiwork, while still licking and sucking her pet.

“That’s just the first half of the surprise,” Tara whispered, knowing Buffy’s preternatural hearing would pick it up. “Watch this!”

Tara followed the path she’d set with the ice, but this time the material was molten wax, poured from a thick, white candle she’d taken from one side.

“Delicious!” Tara exhaled when Willow yipped loudly at the unexpected sensation. “Absolutely delicious!”

She began randomly moving all over Willow’s body from the neck down, alternating between hot wax and cold ice, switching the order now and then to keep the quivering redhead guessing at what sensation she might feel next.

By the time Tara’d finished her ‘surprise’, Willow was grunting, moaning and crying out loud with not even a token effort at restraint. She tugged at her restraints and undulated her body wildly as Buffy continued her oral assault in counterpoint to Tara’s sweet torture.

For herself, Tara was as aroused as she had ever been. She was lightheaded and panting hard as she blew out the candle and set it aside. ‘Fire and ice, definitely a new favorite!’ she thought as she watched and listened to Willow’s continued and fervent reaction. ‘Oh she wants to cum so bad!’ she thought, feeling as well as seeing her pet’s overwhelming need.

Her eyes locked the redhead’s mouth, Tara was overcome with the urge to kiss her passionate and desperate cries away. ‘Oh... oh! Like ambrosia must be...’ her mind spun as she feasted on her lover’s mouth. ‘I feel... I feel like I’m on fire!’ she realized. ‘energy pouring into me... burning down my throat... filling me so good! Like I’m drinking Willow’s power!’

The realization forced her to pull away. “Oh goddess!” she whispered. “Slayer, stop!” she commanded her blonde lover.

Buffy pulled back, but reluctance was written clearly on her _expression_ as she acknowledged the instruction, “Yes, Mistress.”

“How do you feel, Slayer?” Tara questioned.

“I feel... I feel...” she began, panting deeply. “I’m on fire! It’s... oh it’s so good Mistress!” she gushed.

Tara immediately turned her attention back to the undulating redhead. She put one hand on her red-striped, wax-splattered belly and the other on one flushed cheek, stilling the girl’s quaking. “Pet?” she asked tentatively.

“Muh! Milady!?” Willow grunted, her chest heaving like a bellows despite Tara’s calming touch.

“I...” whatever question she might have asked died on her lips as she was completely filled with the realization of what Willow needed before any thought of discussion might arise. “Cum pet,” she instructed simply.

Willow’s body arched like a bow, and then collapsed back onto the cross with a loud grunt.

Tara’s brow furrowed at the seemingly anticlimactic response.

“Wha...” she started to ask when suddenly all the candles in the room went dark. An afterimage of the light being literally sucked from the candles and into Willow’s still form flashed in Tara’s consciousness for a bare moment before it was erased by a pulse of pure white.

The very air in the room seemed to ignite and Tara’s body was wracked with wave after wave of pleasure so intense that she screamed her lungs empty and collapsed on the floor unconscious.

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