REPOST Fic: Control...B/W, nc17 (2nd in series)

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Control
(Story 2 in the, Make It Stop series.)
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Joss' toys, just playing here.
W/B ( nc17-intense drama and serious naughty)
Summary: Willow wants to hurt herself. Buffy takes control.





    Xander paced the floor.
    "Sweetie, you are going to wear a hole in the carpet," Anya 
said, watching him from the sofa.
    "Where are they? What if something's-"
    "Nothing has happened." She cut him off. 
    He stopped mid pace and looked at her.
    "It's Willow," he softly stated, his eyes showing his fear.
    Anya stood and walked over to him. Wrapping her arms around him, 
she hugged him tight.
    "Buffy will find her. She loves her and needs her and will move 
heaven and earth to bring her home."
    Returning the embrace, he nodded, closing his eyes and saying 
yet another silent prayer. This time, however, he added a big thank 
you for the woman in his arms. What would he do without her?
    "They're here!"
    Dawn's excited voice rang through the air bringing the hug to 
end and Tara and Giles into the room.
    "Is she ok?" Xander nervously asked, walking over to the window 
where the youngest Summers stood peering out.
    "She looks ok. She's walking," Dawn answered.
    He sighed in relief and thanked God his best friend was alive 
and home. He knew better than to think she was ok, but that was 
something he couldn't help with&a fact that made him crazy.
    "Buffy doesn't look too happy," Anya noted, as she watched the 
Slayer, the witch and the vampire come up the walkway.
    Giles, Tara and Xander exchanged a look and Xander turned to his 
girlfriend. She nodded her understanding and he put a hand on Dawn's 
shoulder.
    "Hey, Dawnster, what do ya say about camping out with Anya and 
me tonight." It was more a request than a question.
    Before she could answer, the front door opened and in came 
Willow, Buffy right behind her, Spike bringing up the rear.
    "Upstairs, now," the Slayer's voice was all business.
    Willow hit the stairs without blinking, not giving anyone even 
the slightest of a glance. All eyes fixed on Buffy, who was more 
upset and angry then any of them had ever seen. It was painfully 
quiet, the sound of Spike closing the door cutting through the 
silence with bone chilling grace. 
    "Xander, Anya," Buffy finally spoke. "Can Dawn spend the night 
with you?"
    "Buffy," her sister began, "what's wrong? Is Willow ok?"
    "Sure, Buf, I was just asking Delta Dawn here if she wanted to 
camp out at our place, wasn't I, Dawn?"
   Dawn didn't answer, instead holding her eyes on her big sister.
    "Dawn, I want you to go with them," Buffy said, taking her hand.
    "But Willow-"
    "Is going to be just fine, I promise."
    She pulled Dawn into a hug and held her for a minute. Giles 
removed his glasses and headed into the kitchen. Spike stepped over 
to Tara, took her hand and followed the watcher.
    "Ok, I will call you in the morning," Buffy said, letting go of 
Dawn and opening the door.
    "Buffy, I don't have my stuff. I need to go up and get my 
pajamas, my toothbrush."
    Buffy shot Anya a help me look, to which the ex demon quickly 
replied.
    "You can borrow a pair of my pjs, Dawn. I have the cutest pair. 
They have little monkeys on them."
    "And we can stop and pick up a toothbrush," Xander added, seeing 
how desperate Buffy was to get Dawn away from there. "I need to pick 
one up for myself. I want a Spongebob. And they have toothpaste to 
match. Now you can have good dental hygiene and look cool while 
you're doing it."
    Dawn looked from Anya, to Xander and back to Buffy, and decided 
not to argue.
    "Cool," she said, giving them a smile.
    Buffy sighed, gave her sister another hug and let her go. 
    "Thank you," she whispered to Anya, giving her a hug as well.
    "Anytime," Anya whispered back and then joined Dawn on the porch.
    Buffy and Xander looked at each other, no words needing to be 
said. They hugged tightly and then he left, closing the door behind 
him. Buffy sighed deeply and went into the kitchen.
    "Are you alright?" Giles asked, concerned.
    "Spike told you?" she mused, ignoring his question.
    Tara nodded.
    "Buffy, if there is anything I can do?" she said.
    Buffy managed a small smile.
    "You both have done so much already. Thank you for sitting with 
Dawn tonight. And Spike, thank you again, for helping me find her."
    The vampire waved a hand.
    "Don't mention it, Slayer. You know I got a soft spot for Red." 
He took Tara's hand. "Come on, Pet, let's go home."
    Tara gave Buffy a one arm hug, said good night to Giles then 
left with Spike. Buffy walked over to the fridge and retrieved a 
small bottle. Giles watched but said nothing. After removing the lid, 
she took a healthy sip, made an ick face then returned it to the 
shelf.
  "Even cold that stuff still tastes nasty."
  "Buffy, perhaps you should wait until tomorrow, when you are not 
quite as upset."
   "I could wait a year and I would still be this upset. I caught 
her, Giles, caught her begging that creep to&to&to hit her!" 
    The words cut through her like broken glass and she felt the 
tears well up in her eyes. Giles approached her and pulled her to 
him, his arms embracing her. Tears were close to falling from his own 
eyes as the memory of what Spike had told him echoed in his ears.
     After nearly three hours of searching, he and Buffy had found 
Willow at one of Sunnydale's less than presentable dives, a hole in 
the wall bar known as, DJs. There the redhead was looking desperately 
for someone to feed her need to be hurt. 
   It was enough to break his heart&especially since she had been 
doing so well as of late. She and Buffy had worked it out so when the 
need did arise, they could take care of it in a safe way. And it had 
been working. It had been nearly a month since Willow had harmed 
herself and all of them were thrilled. Buffy in particular was 
ecstatic& seeing her love cut and bruise free was what she wanted 
more than anything.   
    "I'm sorry," Buffy muttered, breaking away from him and wiping 
her eyes.
    "There is nothing to be sorry for, Buffy," he assured her, 
removing his glasses and wiping his own eyes.
    "Why don't you go home, Giles, I know you are exhausted. You put 
in a lot of search time yourself tonight."
    "I can stay if you need me to."
    She shook her head.
    "I'm fine, promise. I drank the stuff so it's ok. In two minutes 
I'll be Buffy the mellow vampire slayer." 
    Giles studied her face. She was trying to be brave but he could 
see how bad she was hurting. His mind drifting back to Willow, he 
thanked God for manhatta root, calre herbs and the little old gypsy 
lady who had taught him what to do with them. Thanks to her, Buffy 
could take care of Willow without any danger of hurting her. A simple 
yet unique mix of herbs and magic and the Slayer had a nifty little 
cocktail that guaranteed total and complete calmness while she tended 
to her girlfriends special needs. It was something his Slayer was 
eternally grateful to have. Buffy could never say no to Willow and 
was willing to do anything to help her love. But she was greatly 
concerned about harming the redhead and realized that, in a situation 
such as this one, her emotions could very easily become a problem. 
Having a sip of Slayer Calm, as it had been dubbed, put those worries 
to rest.
    "Giles, get out of here."
    Buffy's voice jolted him out of his thoughts and he looked at 
her.
    "If you are sure," he said, checking to make sure she was.
    "Giles, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you wanted to 
hang around and watch me spank my girlfriend."
    "Do lock up," he clepped, putting his glasses back on as he 
hurried to the front door.
    Buffy had to chuckle at his hasty exit, but it didn't last very 
long. She had a beautiful redhead to punish and did she ever plan on 
punishing her! As the events of the evening flashed through her mind, 
she knew the cocktail had kicked in. Although she was extremely upset 
at the thought of her Willow doing what she had done, she had a 
handle on it. And she knew she could go upstairs and take care of 
things without any worry.

+++++

    Willow placed the wooden paddle on the bed and sat down next to 
it. She knew she was in for it and that she deserved every ounce of 
it. Going to that sleazy dive had not been one of her best ideas. And 
getting caught there by her girlfriend, who just happened to show up 
just in time to hear her begging some creepy jerk to hurt her, had to 
qualify as the worst moment ever in her life. Glancing down at the 
wood next to her, she shivered.
    Why hadn't she gone to Buffy and told her she was having a bad 
night? Why did she decide this time to not confide in her lover? 
Buffy had always taken care of her, always given her exactly what she 
asked for. And Willow knew that wasn't easy for her girlfriend. But 
Buffy did it, every time without complaining. All Willow had to do 
was ask. There were times when she didn't even have to do that. There 
were days when Buffy just knew. There had been nights when the Slayer 
had come home from patrol, looked into her love's eyes, taken her by 
the hand and guided her over her dust covered lap. Buffy knew how to 
take care of her and went to great lengths to make sure she did. She 
even had Giles make a special potion, to make sure she was always in 
control when she tended to her lover. The last thing Buffy ever 
wanted to do was to hurt her.
    Even now, even though she knew she was about to face one very, 
very angry Slayer, Willow knew she was in no danger. However she did 
know, from experience, that tonight's spanking would not be their 
usual, preventive medicine. No, tonight she was going to be punished 
and although she knew no real harm would come to her, she knew quite 
well that sitting for the next few days would most definitely require 
a pillow.
    Her thoughts came to a halt as she heard approaching footsteps. 
Despite the fact that she was about to be punished and it was well 
deserved it, the redhead found herself feeling a bit warm and fuzzy 
in places. This wasn't a new thing. Lying across Buffy's lap more 
often than not, led to eventual warm and fuzzies as the badness gave 
way to a glorious goodness. And nearly every time, love making did 
follow the spanking, both parties hungry for each other in a way 
neither had ever known. The punishment sessions were no different. 
    There had been only three, before tonight, the first occurring 
when Buffy had walked in on her slicing her stomach with a razor. 
Thankfully, the Slayer had kept her cool enough to not injure the 
redhead despite having no potion. But she had spanked Willow rather 
hard and although she had been assured by her girlfriend that it was 
not only what she needed but what she deserved, for not coming to her 
and telling her how she was feeling, Buffy still felt guilty. That 
was when she went to Giles and asked for help.
    From then on, she never punished Willow without taking the 
potion first. Personally, Willow would have liked Buffy to lose it, 
to go beyond spanking and really beat her. She had even asked the 
Slayer once. That was the second time she found herself in punishment 
position, Buffy assuring her that if she ever, ever asked that again, 
she would need a skin graft on her ass.
    Being the intelligent gal she was Willow dropped that question 
from her vocabulary. Yes, she craved the need to be hurt, but even 
that need wasn't stronger than a Slayer threat. And besides, Willow 
wasn't always in the, hurt me state. A lot of the time, she was just 
regular, ol' Willow, net gal and super witch. It was just sometimes, 
sometimes the badness came and with it, the need.
    Green eyes met hazel as Buffy came into the room, closing the 
door behind her. Willow wanted to tell her how sorry she was, to 
admit how stupid she had acted. But she remained quiet. Buffy had 
that look, the one that told the redhead talking would only make it 
worse. So she sat quietly and waited.
    Buffy walked over to the bed, her eyes never leaving her 
girlfriend. She wanted nothing more than to take Willow in her arms 
and hold her forever. But that had to wait. Willow had put her very 
life in danger, not to mention, not come to her when she was 
obviously having a tough time. And for both of those things, she had 
to be punished. It was how it worked, what the woman she loved more 
than life itself needed. If she slacked off, allowed Willow to get 
away with hurting herself even one time, Buffy knew that one time 
could be the last. And there was no way, while she had a breath in 
her, that she was going to let that happen. There was no way she 
would lose her Willow.
    "Stand up," she ordered, her voice firm, serious. 
    Willow did as told, the knowledge of what was about to happen 
sending a mixture of fear and lust throughout her entire body. It was 
a highly erotic blend that had her ready to wet her self.
    "Jeans, off," was the next command and she quickly followed, 
removing them and tossing them aside.
     Once they were off, she looked back at Buffy who was remaining 
the picture of cool, even though the sight of the redhead standing in 
front of her, clad only in a tee shirt and white undies, was enough 
to make her body scream for attention. It was true she had been more 
than a little concerned when they had started this, experiment. And 
even now, she still found it somewhat hard to cause her lover any 
amount of pain, no matter how much good it was doing. However that 
was a fading thing, to some degree, now that she knew how turned on 
her Willow got while being spanked. She got more than turned on, 
actually. By the time Buffy was finished with her little bottom, the 
redhead was like a bitch in heat&her bitch. And that Willow was a far 
cry better than hurt me Willow. Buffy hid a smile. They were both 
hers and she loved them with everything she had, everything she was.
    "Over the bed," came next, to which the witch complied, bending 
over the side of the bed, resting her elbows on the mattress.
   She took a few deep breaths, and tried to decide whether or not 
she wanted Buffy to notice how wet she was. She came to the 
conclusion that it didn't matter, for she who wields the wood could 
see all at this angle. Buffy, for her part, could not only see how 
wet her lover was, but slayer senses ablaze, could smell the lust. It 
filled her like a sweet drug, causing her to actually catch her 
breath more than once.
    "Present that ass, witch," she ordered, nearly choking on the 
words.
    Willow's heart skipped more than one beat as she raised her 
bottom high for the oncoming punishment. Buffy swallowed hard as her 
eyes savored the cotton covered backside, the thin white material 
damp, a second skin for the redhead. Suddenly remembering why they 
were there, she pushed her own desire aside and concentrated on the 
task at hand, picking up the paddle and moving behind Willow.
    "You know why you are getting punished, don't you, Willow?" she 
asked, rubbing the wood over Willow's bum.
    "Yes, I know," Willow answered, the wetness spreading.
    "Tell me."
    Closing her eyes, Willow began.
    "I didn't come to you when I should have, like I am supposed to, 
like we worked out."
    "Go on."
    "And I went to a bad place, an unsafe place, putting my life in 
danger."
    Buffy pressed the paddle into her flesh and rubbed harder.
    "What else?" 
    "I asked someone, a stranger, to do bad things to me." 
    As she confessed her crimes, the tears began forming in her 
eyes. 
    "Yes, you did all of those things, Willow. You put your life in 
danger, worried everyone and scared us all." Buffy paused to wipe a 
tear from her own eye. "We couldn't take it if we lost you, Will&I 
couldn't take it if I lost you." She pulled the paddle away and 
Willow braced herself. "You are my life, my heart, my soul, Willow 
Rosenberg and I will not let you endanger yourself."
    *Smack*
     The first crack of the paddle landed sending a mixture of pain 
and pleasure through Willow's body.
    "Goddess!" she gasped, her eyes flying open.
    "Praying would definitely be a good idea about now, Will," Buffy 
noted, bringing the wood down again onto Willow's backside. "Because 
I am going to insure&" *Smack*& "Even if it takes all night&" 
*Smack*&"That you never&" *Smack*&"Ever&" *Smack*&"Ever&" *Smack*&"Do 
anything like this again." *Smack!*
    Willow gritted her teeth and gripped the sheets as Buffy 
continued to accentuate her message. Her butt was officially on fire 
and it wasn't alone. The now very wet place between her legs was an 
inferno, getting hotter by the minute as the Slayer paddled her with 
a passion. It took everything she had to not rub herself against the 
sheets.
    Buffy wasn't fairing much better, although she was under the 
potion's influence so keeping calm was a touch easier for her. The 
potion, however, would last only half an hour and when its effects 
were gone, she had every intention of getting her girlfriend's 
favorite strap on toy and pumping her well spanked ass long and hard 
with it. The thought nearly made her cum right there.
    "Oh goddess," Willow muttered, as Buffy landed another perfect 
smack to her sit spot.
    "What do you do, Will, when the badness comes?" she asked, 
bringing the wood down again, slightly to the left of the last smack.
    "Oh! Goddess, I, I come to you, Buff-Buffy, I come to you, oh 
goddess."
    "Let's make sure you remember that, ok, Will?"
    *Smack* Smack* *Smack* *Smack* *Smack*
    Willow was now crying as well as moaning and the sound tore 
Buffy in two. She hated the tears, though she knew they were needed 
to free her baby from the guilt and pain that she felt from so many 
years ago. The moaning, on the other hand, she absolutely loved! As 
did watching her sweet Willow's body writhe and tremble as her little 
bottom turned nice and red. It would soon match her hair and that was 
when Buffy would stop. By then, Willow would be all cried out and 
begging to be fucked. And of course, the potion would be gone 
allowing Buffy to give her love exactly what she desired, in as many 
ways and as often as Willow wanted&which, the Slayer knew, would be 
every way and through most of the night.
    One could have mistaken the witch for a Slayer, if ever they saw 
her in the bedroom. Buffy had pretty much decided that that would 
never happen. Willow was hers and hers alone and should anyone, or 
thing, for that matter, ever try to help themselves to a bite, well, 
they would find living a mere thing of the past.
    "If you ever, ever, ever&"*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*& "Breathe the 
words, please hit me&" *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*& "To a living or non-
living soul or soulless&" *SMACK!*& "You&" *SMACK!*& "Will never&" 
*SMACK!*& "Know the joy&" *SMACK!*& "Of sitting&" *SMACK!!*& "Again!" 
*SMACK!!!!!* "Do you understand?"
*SMACK!!!!!*
    Willow nodded enthusiastically through her tears, arching her 
back as they gave way to a more pleasurable wetness.
    "Goddess, yes! Yes, yes, oh Buffy, yes!!! I promise!"
    The Slayer watched as she came hard, her body convulsing, her 
cry echoing through the room. It was the sweetest music Buffy had 
ever heard, her beautiful Willow surrendering to the fire that 
consumed her, freeing herself and letting go. Dropping the paddle to 
the ground, Buffy moved to the bed next to Willow, carefully taking 
her in her arms and holding her tight.
    "I love you so much, Will," she panted, kissing her over and 
over again. "You can't scare me like that! I couldn't live without 
you!"
    Willow used what strength she could find to grasp the Slayer's 
hand, nodding weakly.
    "Goddess, I love you, Buffy, thank you," she breathed.
    Buffy stroked her hair and waited for her to come down. It 
didn't take long and before she knew it, she heard the familiar words 
she had been waiting so anxiously to hear.
    "Buffy, please," Willow began, looking up into the Slayer's 
eyes. "Please, fuck me, fuck me hard, Buffy, please."
    Although Willow never had to do more than look at her, Buffy got 
incredibly hot when the redhead asked her to fuck her. It was 
partially due to the fact that Willow rarely used any language that 
couldn't be found in a Disney movie. She loved Willow dirty talk! It 
was the hottest thing, along with the asking, and when she begged &as 
Spike would say, bloody hell!
    "Where, Will," she asked, trying to keep her cool. "Where do you 
want it, Will?"
    Willow smiled wickedly and got on her hands and knees, wiggling 
her well spanked ass in Buffy's face. The Slayer needed no further 
questions. Reaching over into the bedside table drawer, she retrieved 
the favored strap on and turned back to her lover. With the grace and 
speed only a slayer would possess, she freed Willow of her oh so wet 
panties, feeling more than a twinge of guilt at the sight of her 
Willow's very red and already bruising bottom. Reading her mind, the 
redhead looked over her shoulder.
    "Buffy, don't, it's ok it's what needed to be done."
   Buffy's eyes met hers and no further words needed to be said. The 
Slayer knew Willow was right, and despite the discomfort she would be 
in for what looked like, the rest of the week, Buffy knew that 
finding a dead or beaten up Willow would be much worse than a bruised 
butt. Willow gave her a wicked smiled.
    "So, you gonna fuck me with that, Slayer, or just hold it all 
night long?"
    Buffy matched her lover's smile with one just as wicked and 
slipped the harness on. Willow turned back around and reached for the 
bars of the headboard, grinning all the way. Buffy moved behind her 
and slid the vibe up and down her slit, coating it well. Willow 
moaned raspily and opened herself wide, giving the blonde full 
access. Buffy hurried to complete the task, the desire to take the 
redhead's ass overpowering. If she didn't get in there soon, she'd go 
crazy!
     "I am going to fuck you so hard, my little witch," she 
whispered, licking her ear. "You so won't be sitting for quite some 
time."
    Willow whimpered. Vibe well lubed with Willowy goodness, Buffy 
placed it at the entrance to her yummy little behind and teased. She 
was rewarded with a low, husky growl and a wiggle of said yummy. 
Buffy's smile grew and she began easing in.
    "Oh goddess," Willow moaned, closing her eyes.
    Buffy loved touching Willow any and everywhere, making love and 
fucking her, but there was just something extra special about taking 
her here, this way. Maybe it was because she knew how the redhead 
loved it, knew how hard she was going to cum. Maybe it was the guilt, 
seeing her lover's backside red and bruised because of her. Maybe it 
eased that guilt, pleasuring the area she had just finished 
punishing. 
    It was both, Buffy knew that and she was going to ease that 
guilt and more importantly, please her witch with such fervor that 
the poor thing would be weak and trembling for days.
    "You like this, don't you, witch?" she purred, sliding in 
deeper. "You like having your naughty little bottom fucked, don't 
you?"
    Willow's breathy murmurs were not enough of an answer. Buffy 
wanted to hear that voice.
    "Answer me, witch, or I will spank this ass some more."
    She felt the pull of the vibe as the redhead's muscles tightened 
around it and gently caressed her behind.
   "Oh goddess, yes, oh I love having my naughty ass slayer fucked," 
Willow moaned, pushing back for more. "Mmm, I love it so very the 
much." She moaned then added," Please, fuck my naughty ass good and 
hard, my slayer, please."
    Had Buffy been a y chromo with a real penis, it would have 
exploded right then and there. As it was, she pressed her own crotch 
firmly against the strap next to her and pushed deeper in. Willow's 
moaning encouraged her to sink in to the hilt and once there, she 
paused to savor the sweetest of the moment.
    
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Savoring was all good and well, but Willow wanted action and let 
Buffy know by allowing a low growl to escape from her lips. The 
Slayer couldn't help but smile at the cuteness of her girl. Willow in 
heat was even more adorable than adorable Willow. 
    Another growl emerged, this time followed by a sharp backwards 
thrust letting the Slayer know that she was more than ready. 
    "Is my little witch impatient tonight?" she teased, wiggling 
ever so slightly.
    "Yes, she is," Willow replied, her voice low and husky. "After 
all, she just had her ass paddled rather hard and you know, slayer, 
what that does to her."
    "Teaches her NOT to ask to be hit?" Buffy replied, pulling out 
slowly then sliding back in.
    "Oh goddess, yes."
    "Hmm, was that a yes, I have been taught, or a yes, that feels 
so good?"
    She pulled nearly all the way out then pushed slowly back in, 
changing Willow's groan to a breathless moan.
    "Mmm, both, I have learned my lesson, slayer o mine, you 
can...oh, goddess yes&believe that&and it feels so darn good, I want 
more and more and more&..oh, fuck me Buffy, goddess, fuck me good."
    Gripping her hips, the Slayer pushed harder, deeper yet kept her 
slow pace. She wanted to make love to Willow before she fucked her 
into tomorrow. And so she did, slow, even, gentle thrusts, pumping in 
and out of the tight little bum she loved more than life itself, 
Willow's husky moans, desperate pleas and hungry growls making her 
own heat all the hotter. 
    "Buffy, oh goddess, please," Willow begged, sending a spasm of 
sheer ecstasy through the Slayer's body.
    "Please what, witch?" she purred, her lips brushing over naked 
Willow flesh.
    A high pitched mewl followed by a deep growl filled the room as 
Willow pushed back hard. Buffy reached down and spanked her, not 
hard, but with the state of her bottom, it was enough to make her cry 
out.
    "Answer me, you naughty little slut witch."
    Willow moaned approvingly at Buffy's choice of words and 
answered her question.
    "Please, fuck me harder, I need it, goddess, I need it slayer, I 
need a good, hard slayer fucking in my tight, little naughty ass." 
    Without even realizing it, Buffy pushed a tad bit harder and 
deeper than planned, causing her to cry out.
    "Oh goddess, Buffy, yes, more, please, oh please, slayer, fuck 
your witch's red hot ass!"
    The time for slow and gentle was over. Pulling out, Buffy 
slammed in hard and deep, setting a new pace, one of which Willow 
whole heartedly approved, crying out, begging for more. Buffy happily 
obliged, pumping in and out of her with perfect rhythm, her hands 
strong on Willow's waist, her body one with her lover's.
    Willow's knuckles were white, her grip on the headboard tight as 
her slayer plunged and plunged, each deep, penetrating thrust sending 
her closer and closer to total abandonment. This is what she needed, 
this drove the badness away. Buffy drove the badness away. She was 
the only one who could, the only one Willow wanted to. She belonged 
to the slayer, for always. And the slayer, belonged to her.
    "Oh goddess, Will," Buffy murmured, taking one of her girl's 
lines. "Goddess, you are so damn tight!" She thrust harder, 
faster. "Oh I so love taking this tight, little ass of yours! I love 
fucking it good and hard!"
    She pounded even harder, making Willow moan louder. She was 
close, Buffy could tell. Her moans were mixed with low growls and 
husky grunts, a sure sign that orgasm was very close. 
    "I am going to make you cum so hard, witch," she went on, her 
hand stroking Willow's behind. "You'll still be wet in the morning."
    "OH GODDESS!"
    Buffy spanked her a few times then plunged harder and faster, 
going as deep as possible, brushing her lips over Willow's shoulder. 
She pumped furiously, licking the soft, smooth skin before her, then 
with enough slayer strength to do the job, she rammed in one, big 
thrust while at the same time, sinking her teeth into the pale flesh. 
Willow screamed her release so loud Buffy feared the neighbors would 
call the police.
     Carefully, the slayer eased out of her lover, took the strap on 
off, tossed it aside and reached for Willow. Taking her gently in her 
arms, tummy side down, she kissed and stroked her until she calmed 
down and the trembling stopped. It usually took several minutes for 
that, the intensity of these couplings shaking the redhead to her 
very core. Not that Buffy wasn't affected, she definitely was, her 
wet jeans a testament to the fact. But taking care of Willow was 
priority number one, so her desires were put aside for the moment. 
Tending to her love was the most important thing to her and that she 
would take very careful care to do.
    "Buffy?"
    Willow's soft voice finally came and the slayer smiled down at 
her.
    "You ok, my goddess?" 
    "Mmm, so very the ok, baby, thanks to you. I love you, Buffy."
    Buffy leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.
    "I love you more, Will."
    "Nu-uh."
    "Uh-huh."
    They stared at each other for a moment then burst out into 
giggles. Then Buffy's eyes moved to Willow's backside and her smile 
faded.
    "Gosh, Will, I didn't mean to-"
    "Stranger in a bar, please hit me," Willow cut in.
    "Guilt all gone."
    "Good."
    Buffy furrowed a brow.
    "How are you, sweetie?"
    "Mmm, blissfully sore and satisfied, thank you very much."
    Willow's smile lit up Buffy's heart and she had to smile back.
    "Badness all gone?"
    "Thanks to you, yep."
    "And if it comes back?"
    "I come to you."
    "Good witch!"
    She patted her head and Willow shifted, wincing as her behind 
brushed against the sheets. Buffy frowned.
    "I think I need to take care of that butt," she said, getting 
out of the bed.
    "Thought you already did," Willow teased, wiggling a brow.
    "I was referring to ice, lotion and soothing stuff."
    "But what about the rest of me?" she pouted, opening her legs 
enough to give her lover a nice view.
    Buffy grinned.
    "Oh that will be well taken care of, trust me. We have all 
night, my naughty, little witch. All night."
    





    

  
    
    
    
    
    
    
   









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