| All tied up and no place to...Oh! �Am I doing it right?� Willow sighed and rolled her eyes under the blindfold. It wasn�t that Buffy was bad at sex but the slayer didn�t have a kinky bone in her body. But despite herself, Buffy was having a definite effect. The slayer's hands were stroking hard down Willow�s body. The redhead thought about getting Buffy to untie her and just taking control but she just wanted this so much. She wanted Buffy to be in charge and to be totally submissive herself. She wanted to totally give in to the lust and pleasure. She wanted the ropes. Buffy�s fingers bumped across Willow�s clit and Buffy laughed delightedly at Willow�s responding moan. She repeated the movement, pushing across and down. Willow bucked her hips up into the slayers hand. She bit her bottom lip as she edged towards orgasm. �Hey, can I come in?� Even as Willow heard the words she could also hear the door creaking open. She froze inside as she recognised the voice. �What the h....?� Riley sounded shocked. Even tied up as she was Willow wondered what expression was on his face. The situation was so ludicrous she almost laughed. Almost. �Riley, I can explain.� Buffy�s voice cracked with embarrassment. Willow felt the weight of Buffy leave the bed as the slayer got to her feet and she heard the distinct rustle of clothes being put on. �Don�t bother, I�ll leave you two to your...� The soldier didn�t finish the sentence, voice iron hard with barely restrained anger. Willow heard him stomp out, slamming the door shut behind him. Seconds later she heard the door open again. Buffy called �Riley, wait!� And ran after him. Lying on the bed. Willow listened to the sound of the door swinging shut. No wait. There wasn�t a click; the door hadn�t quite shut. Her thoughts at that moment were complicated and although she didn�t blame Buffy entirely there was definitely an uncomplimentary slant to her thoughts on the slayer. The witch gently tested the ropes that bound her hands and feet, pulling on them to see how loose they were. Not loose enough. Her blindfold was tight and perfectly positioned so she couldn�t get even a peek. She wasn�t gagged but there wasn�t really anyone she wanted to call for help from. She had some movement in her legs but only because Buffy had tied them to the bar along the end. After a little experimentation Willow realised that she could do little more than move her legs together or apart. At times like this Willow often wondered what Xander would do? As usual the answer was the same. He would mock her intensely. The witch had no choice but to lie back and think about how she was still so horny she could, well she wasn�t sure what she could do she just knew she was damn horny. There was a gentle knocking on the door. For the second time in as many minutes, Willow�s insides froze. She opened her mouth to say �don�t come in� but it was too late she heard the door swing open from the knocks. Willow had a short panicky moment of thinking that if she was very quiet then whoever it was might not notice her. She heard a sharp intake of breath and the door was quickly slammed shut. Willow thought for a second that the newcomer had run off, but then she realised that she could still hear breathing. Deep, shuddering breaths. Willow hated how turned on she was, she felt her own wetness dribbling down between her buttocks and she was fighting the urge to spread her legs wider. She couldn�t deny how much she was enjoying being seen like this, enjoying how whoever it was sounded so turned on as well. Willow heard light steps towards her bed. She was sure the person was female. Men were generally heavier. Willow felt tentative fingers brush across her belly. The touch felt like fire and a gasp escaped her lips. Less tentative now, the hand stroked across the muscles of her stomach. It felt like she was exploring, feeling every muscle. Willow bit her lip at the teasing ecstasy of it. She wanted the hand to move up to her breast or down between her legs but at the same time the pleasure was so intense. She had a brief memory of Oz when he had looked down at her naked with such innocent wonderment in his eyes. She would always love him for that. The stranger gave her a similar feeling with that touch. The hand left her belly and Willow gave an involuntary whimper of displeasure. Then the hand returned, slowly stroking her cheek and neck. She felt a thumb brush across her bottom lip and kissed it. The thumb pushed harder and Willow had to refrain from biting because she knew she wouldn�t be able to stop herself biting too hard. Instead she sucked at it, barely tasting a lavender soap before the hand moved again. She felt the fingers feeling across her face. As if the person feeling was blind and had to feel her face to recognise her. Again she felt the flash of wonderment that she was naked and the person was touching not her breasts but her face. Even as she thought that, she felt the trail of fire left by the hand moving downwards. Over her lips and chin. Down her neck. Across her breastbone. If she hadn�t been so turned on the feather light fingertips over her breasts would have been ticklish. As it was they were merely torturously light. She yearned for more contact, more pressure. As if reading her thoughts the unknown woman suddenly pressed her hand down hard on the breast. Willow bit her lip as she felt her nipple pushed down by the palm. She felt the weight on the bed shift and barely realised that the woman was moving before feeling hot lips around her nipple. Willow couldn�t help it. She cried out in ecstasy. The lips sucked hard on her nipple, almost too hard but Willow loved every second of it. Fingertips found her other nipple and she squeezed her legs together tightly as both nipples were attacked. Willow moaned loudly. Without warning the sensations were gone. Willow gasped in shock but then she felt the lips and tongue on her other nipple while fingers played with the wet, already licked nipple. The redhead was on the brink of orgasm. She had never felt so close without actually coming. Willow cried out soundlessly. She tried to scream out �fuck me� but she could only make brief, incomprehensible noises. Whoever it was seemed to get the message though because she felt a hand sliding down her belly and over her pubic hair. She felt two fingers try to push between her legs and she stopped squeezing them together and opened them. Immediately the two fingers were thrust into her and then slid up and out over her clit. Willow had no idea if she screamed or not. Afterwards she felt ringing in her ears and her throat was hoarse but she didn�t remember doing anything except coming. The orgasm took up the entirety of her mind. Time passed. For Willow it could have been seconds or hours. It felt like every bone in her body had turned to liquid as she lay there. She couldn�t have moved to save her life. The other person was still there. One of her hands was resting lightly on Willow�s pubic hair. She could feel the fingers gently fondling the hairs. An aftershock hit her and she bit her bottom lip as it shuddered through her. The hand left her body and she felt the woman stand up from the bed. Willow felt an intense disappointment that she knew was unreasonable but felt anyway. She felt the ropes being untied from her ankles. She lay quietly, wondering if she would find out who the woman was. She felt her sit back down beside Willow but instead of untying her wrists she stroked her pubic hair again. Willow felt her legs being gently pulled apart. She let them be moved so they were spread wide. She felt the fingers exploring. Gently stroking around her pussy and feeling the softness and wetness. Willow had thought after the first orgasm that she might never feel as horny again. She was quickly proven very wrong. Her body started to become tense again and heat spread though her. The fingers dipped inside her and spread Willow's come around. She was so wet that the fingers felt like a tongue licking around her pussy. She gasped breathlessly as the fingertips circled her clit, never quite touching. It was cruelty itself. Willow was filled to the brim with pure lust. She felt like she would die of frustration. She wanted to die if that was the only escape from the torment. Fingers thrust inside her again but were pulled out almost immediately and started to lazily spiral around getting closer and closer to Willow�s clit. Willow tried to remember how to breathe but for the life of her couldn't remember. She hoped it wasn�t too important. The fingers were millimetres away. Ragged breaths managed to escape from her, as her entire world seemed to dissolve into the question of where the fingers were. Almost there. The fingers vanished from her pussy. Willow almost snarled. She gasped with the utter injustice and cruelty. Then a hot mouth enclosed her clit and she felt a tongue lick hard across it. It took about three licks while the mouth was sucking at her before Willow came hard. She bucked and screamed and lights flashed in front of her eyes so brightly that a distant part of her mind wondered if she would ever be able to see again. She didn�t black out this time. She held onto consciousness by a thin thread because she was damned if she was missing a second of this. The woman�s mouth continued to suck and lick at her as she bucked her hips and pushed up into the tongue that felt so good. Time seemed to melt away as orgasm and aftershock melded into each other and it seemed to go on for hours or possibly even years. When the rational part of Willow had regained control she realised the covers had been pulled over her. She felt the woman lean over and kiss her. She put as much energy and passion into the kiss as she could and she could taste herself on her unknown lover�s lips and tongue. She tried to feel and smell and taste as much of her lover as she could. The woman stood up and Willow heard something being placed on her bedside table. Without a word the woman went to the door. Opened it and left, closing it firmly behind her. Willow lay there trying to fix every sensation in her memory. She wondered how much she had been thrashing about as she realised her wrists were quite sore. Flexing her mental muscles she undid the ropes telekinetically and let them fall to the floor behind her bed. She untied the blindfold and rubbed her wrists as her eyes adjusted to the light. Willow wondered if she would ever know who had made love to her. The thought of never meeting the woman again almost made her cry with indescribable loss. Turning to the bedside table she saw that the woman had left on it a small and beautiful doll's eye crystal. Fanfic Home |