While Giles is Away...B/W... nc17 (conclusion)

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While Giles is Away...(conclusion)
Red
B/W nc17
Joss' folk.
Summary: Naughty slayer...


Willow tried not to breathe. Each time she inhaled, her senses were 
filled with Giles smell and lusty Slayer smell and it was driving her 
crazy. Of course, hearing her captor wandering around the room wasn't 
helping. She knew the Slayer was up to something big and it scared 
her&in the most delicious way.

"Bad Willow," she muttered.

Slayer hearing in full swing, Buffy smiled even bigger as she grabbed 
a couple items from the various drawers in the room and then returned 
to the bed. Placing them next to her, where her lover could not see, 
she caressed Willow's panty-clad behind.

"Hmm, white, you know what that does to me, Will," she mused, 
stroking the now slightly trembling cotton covered flesh. "You look 
so sweet, innocent&" She gave a small pinch, eliciting a gasp from 
the redhead. "So virginal. But we both know that's way far from the 
truth, don't we, witch?"

She accentuated witch with a slap on the butt causing Willow to moan.

"In fact, neither innocent or virginal describe the dirty little 
thoughts dancing in that pretty head of yours while you're face down 
on Giles' bed now, do they?" 

She went back to stroking while Willow tried not to moan.

"I'm guessing you're cute little brain is just chock full of naughty 
goodness, isn't it?" When she didn't answer, Buffy landed another 
spank. "Bad witch! Hmm, you are far worse in need of a good spanking 
than I thought."

She began applying her hand to Willow's backside, enough for her to 
feel, but not even tapping into her Slayer strength. When Willow 
responded with low moans and raspy grunts, Buffy smiled and spanked a 
bit harder, scolding as she did.

"My Willow is a bad, bad girl! Having naughty thoughts about poor 
Giles. I bet if he knew, he'd want to spank this adorable little 
bottom just as much as I do."

"Oh goddess," Willow whimpered, grinding ever so lightly into the 
pillows.

Her grinding didn't go unnoticed, Buffy grinning as she spanked 
harder.

"Bad witch!" she quipped. "Bad, bad witch!"

She landed another handful and stopped, easing down Willow's undies 
to admire her work.

"Ooh, my Mistress is very pretty in pink!" she cooed, caressing the 
warm, pink skin. "But I prefer her in red."

And with that said, she reached over, retrieved one of the items from 
the bed and brought it down onto her lover's backside.

"Ooh!" the redhead gasped, the sting on her behind creating a nice, 
burning between her thighs. 

It was not Buffy's hand, of that she was sure&she was all too 
wonderfully familiar with her Slayer's touch. And neither had brought 
bags, so it couldn't be any of their things. Then what had created 
that delicious sting?

Buffy choked back a stream of giggles as she brought the Watcher's 
Diary, volume 5, back down onto Willow's bare tushy. It was pure 
poetic justice, spanking her sexy woman with one of Giles' books. She 
couldn't wait to hear the reaction when Willow found out. But first&

"Now admit it, Mistress," Buffy purred, in between spanks. "You need 
this spanking, don't you?"

"Pet, when we get home, your little slayer bum is going to pay," 
Willow said, her voice ragged from panting.

Buffy's grin grew. 

"Now, now, Mistress, that's not answering my question." Spank! "I 
asked you if you deserve this nice, slayer spanking you're receiving. 
Do you?" Spank! Spank! Spank!

Willow moaned loudly, her body pressing into the pillows beneath her, 
desperate for contact. Buffy landed a few harder spanks, then moved 
to her ear.

"Ah, my little Willowy witch wants her sweet little snatch massaged, 
doesn't she?" she whispered, licking her lobe.

Willow growled lowly.

"Ooh, someone's all grr!" She sucked on the lobe. "What is it, my 
Mistress Witch? The being bound with his tie? The being face down on 
his bed, the smell of him all around you? His pillows being right 
under your&" She giggled and nipped. "Or maybe it's what I'm using to 
tan your yummy little ass." 

She placed the book in front of Willow's eyes and the redhead moaned 
so loud, Buffy was sure she came. She slid a hand under her prisoner 
and smiled.

"Bad Willow, making Giles' pillows all gooey."

"Mistress is so very going to make her mean Pet pay," Willow hissed, 
an evil grin on her face.

Buffy shivered as the pool in her own panties grew.

"Tsk, tsk, Mistress," she stated, pulling herself back to the 
glorious task at hand. "By the time your Pet is done with you&" She 
paused and raised a brow at the redhead. "And that luscious little 
ass of yours, well, you are hardly going to be in a position to 
anything&except lie on your cute little tummy."

She placed a soft kiss on Willow's forehead and moved back down to 
the other end of the bed, leaving a very turned on Wicca to stew in 
her boiling juices.

"Now, where was I? Ah, yes&." Spank! Spank! "You always wanted a 
closer look at the Watcher's Diaries, Will," she chirped. 
Spank! "Well, this is about as close as you can get." Spank! Spank! 
Spank!

Willow moaned louder with each spank, arching up and grinding down. 
The mere thought of what she was grinding against made her wetter as 
she tried to make some sort of contact with the throbbing bundle of 
nerves screaming inside of her.

"Although, maybe not&maybe," Buffy mused, a wicked smile growing on 
her lips. "Maybe there is a way to get just a little bit closer."

Willow would have been worried, had she been able to think about 
anything other than the sheer heavenly sensations coursing throughout 
her every fiber. The woman she loved doing such wonderful things to 
her, on this bed with that thing&Goddess! It was overpowering!

With just a smidgen of her slayer strength, Buffy spanked another 
three dozen times, ensuring that, indeed, the redhead would be tummy 
bound for a day or two, then took the leather bound book and smoothed 
the binding gently over her lover's bum. Willow's moans echoed off 
the walls, prompting the Slayer to get a little more adventurous. 

"Goddess, Buffy!" she cried, feeling the leather rub against her wet 
slit. "Oh goddess!"

The trembling of the redhead's body, along with the wetness flowing 
over the binding, encouraged Buffy that she was doing the oh so right 
thing, so she pressed harder, allowing the edge of the book to dip 
ever so slightly into Willow's heat.

"Goddess, this is so wrong&so very the wro-ohhhhh, mmmm&"

Buffy wiggled the book gently and Willow responded by arching up and 
pushing back.

"Naughty Mistress!" she clepped, slapping Willow's red bottom.

Wedging the book in so it wouldn't fall, Buffy grabbed the silk 
boxers from the bed and mover up to Willow.

"Buffy, goddess, Buffy&not the book&not there&it's so wrong&" She 
looked at the blonde with pleading yet lust filled eyes and Buffy 
bent down and kissed her, hard, demanding and taking what she wanted&
her Willow.

When she finally allowed the redhead up for air, Willow panted. 

"Buffy, oh goddess, you are so bad! Please&please&"

Buffy looked into her eyes and nearly came. The emeralds were smoky, 
hazed with desire, longing for release and begging for more. The 
Slayer licked her lover's lips and then took the boxers and gently 
put them in her mouth. Willow's eyes widened as she got a mouth full 
of silk and her body shook with ecstasy, as she realized what, 
exactly she was chewing on. She let out a, goddess, oh no, but it was 
muffled. Buffy raised a brow.

"What was that, Will?" she teased, running her fingers through 
strands of red. "You know, sweetie, it's not nice to talk with your 
mouth full."

The look Willow gave her sent the most delicious shivers down Buffy's 
spine and she kissed her forehead and returned to her task. Placing 
herself between the witch's legs, Buffy dipped several fingers into 
her wetness, careful not to move the book. Willow closed her eyes and 
moaned huskily, the taste of silk and more so, what the silk held 
when in use, forcing a muffled growl out of her mouth.

Buffy moved her fingers to Willow's bum and slipped them between her 
cheeks. Gently, she eased them into the redhead's well punished 
behind, pushing against the book, making it press against Willow's 
slit, as she did.

"Goddess!" came the stifled, silky cry.

Buffy smiled as she sank deeper into the redhead's tender bottom, 
moaning a bit herself as the witch's muscles clamped down around her 
fingers. Once she was in all the way, she took her free hand and 
caressed the red-hot flesh.

"How does it feel, Mistress?" she purred, her fingers light on 
Willow's backside, gentle inside it. "Being here like this&bound and 
gagged&your beautiful bottom in the air, your wetness dripping all 
over his pillow&my fingers in your yummy bum and his book nestled in 
your sweet snatch. Does it make you feel naughty, my Mistress? Hmm?" 

She began easing her fingers out and Willow moaned deeply.

"You know what I think, witch?" she went on, easing them back in. "I 
think, you planned this. I think that's why you wanted us to be the 
ones to water his plants." 

Willow's moans were sounding more and more like growls and that made 
Buffy wetter. She began pumping her fingers harder, yet slowly, 
building the pleasure as she sank in and pulled out of her lover's 
bum, nudging the book further into the witch's warmth.

Willow howled and nearly came off of the bed when the leather touched 
her clit, her back arching as her body shook. Buffy couldn't help it, 
seeing her beloved and feeling the squeezing of her fingers&it was 
too much and the Slayer began pumping harder, thrusting into the 
redhead with one hand, wiggling the book with the other. Willow came 
hard, screaming behind the silk gag, pushing back against Buffy as 
she climaxed, grinding down on the book.

Buffy watched, eyes wide as her lover shook with the powerful 
release, her slim body hungrily taking in more of the blonde's 
fingers and the leather bound diary.

"Oh god, Will," she breathed, feeling her own orgasm building. She 
hadn't even been touched, but her body was burning, raging at the 
sight of her redheaded goddess as she erupted in a fevered swell of 
untouchable frenzied bliss. "Oh Will&Will&" She continued pumping 
into Willow, faster and harder as her orgasm overtook her. "Oh 
Willow!!!!!" She cried out her beloved's name as she came and the 
redhead did the same, her second climax hitting as the Slayer thrust 
madly into her. A muffled Buffy danced in the air, their cries 
blending in perfect harmony, as they rode the wave of passion 
fulfilled.

+++++2 DAYS LATER+++++

Giles made his way up the stairs, exhausted and carrying a migraine 
the size of Texas. Entering his bedroom, he dropped his bags on the 
floor and plopped down on his bed. He closed his eyes and desperately 
attempted to rid his mind of the past few days. 

"Bloody hell stupid idea," he grumbled. "What was I thinking, taking 
Spike with me?"

Although he had been more than happy to visit LA and lend his 
assistance to Angel and the others, spending forty eight straight 
hours doing research with Cordelia Chase and Spike together was just 
about more than he could take. 

The former prom queen and the chipped vampire were like oil and water 
and he, as well as Angel, Wesley, Fred, Gunn and Lorne, had been 
trapped in the crossfire. Well, at least the others did have places 
to go, not that they did. They were a loyal group and the Englishman 
smiled at that. His smile faded, however, as flashes of Cordelia and 
Spike wafted back into his head.

"Bloody hell," he groaned, thankful to be back home in his bed and 
glad he had left in such a hurry he hadn't gotten around to making it.

He sighed deeply and turned over on his side, stretching his arm. His 
eyes opened as his fingers brushed against something soft and he 
stared at a pair of his silk boxers lying in the sheets. Furrowing a 
brow, he picked them up, sure that they had been in that last round 
of laundry he had done the day before leaving and therefore, tucked 
neatly away in his dresser. 

As he pondered how they had ended up on his bed, he was hit with a 
pleasant odor and, raising a brow, brought them closer to his nose. 
He smiled as the scent of Chanel no.5 drifted through his nose, then 
suddenly frowned. Why, he thought, does my underwear smell like 
Willow?



Finished 





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