Giles slid the key into the lock of the secluded bungalow. As the door swung open, he stole a sweet kiss from the redhead at his side.
"After you my lady love."
�He reached down and patted her firm butt as she preceded him into the cottage. Picking up their bags he followed her inside and shut the door firmly behind them. He grinned at Willow's awed look as she surveyed the luxurious surroundings. He was careful to place one of his bags at the side of the bed as he divested himself of his burden. Re-entering the sitting room, he wrapped his arms around his redhead, bringing her against his hard body. She giggled when she realized just how hard certain portions of his anatomy were.
Willow ran her hands down his chest, opening buttons as she went, baring his chest to her tender lips and sharp teeth. Giles groaned as her teeth began to tease one nipple while her busy fingers taunted the other. Her free hand slipped down his taut stomach to the waistband of his slacks. She struggled for a moment before freeing the button and slowly, sliding his zipper down to discover that he had no underwear on.
�"Naughty, what if you'd been in an accident. Didn't your mother always tell you that you should have clean boxers on in case you had an accident and had to be rushed to the hospital?"
Her hand slipped into his trousers and firmly grasped his raging erection.
"Now, what should I do with this?" she mused. Her breath blowing across his wet nipple sent shivers down his spine.
"If you don't know, Luv, I'd be happy to make some suggestions."
His breath caught in his throat as she slowly ran her lips down his torso, to nip at the head of his hard cock. As her tongue swirled around his prick like it was an ice cream that she was afraid would melt before she could finish it he gasped, "That was one suggestion."
He promptly lost all power of speech as she engulfed his manhood with her warm, wet mouth. His breath hissed out as she relaxed her throat and slowly slid her mouth all the way to the base of his cock. He felt a squeezing sensation as she reflexively swallowed, trying not to gag. She slid her hot mouth up and down on him as his calves and thighs tightened with a will of their own. He could feel the rough texture of her tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his cock and a pulling sensation that threatened to overwhelm his ever precious self control. Her delicate fingers caressed his balls, her fingernails lightly scratching as she sucked his hard on as if to suck his very soul out of the tiny opening. Her tongue lapped up the milky drops of precum that presaged his orgasm.
He groaned as his entire body stiffened, trying desperately not to force himself deeper into her spasming throat. He could see her eyes adore him as she sucked him with ever greater force. His hands were entwined in her ruby hair as he suddenly shouted as he came into her throat, amazed as she swallowed and kept swallowing until she had drank every drop of his pearly sperm. She milked his cock for every drop before allowing his softening cock to slip from her lips. He pulled her up from her knees with his last bit of strength and guided them both to collapse on the couch. His lips met hers in a fiery kiss, something deep within him satisfied to taste himself on her lips. Knowing that it marked her as his.
"Was that kind of what you had in mind, Rupert?" Willow asked in a soft voice.
Yeah, Luv, that's exactly what I had in mind. What say we take a nap and when we get up I have a surprise for you."
"Ohh, a surprise. What kind of surprise?"
"The kind that wouldn't be a surprise if I told you." He grinned devilishly at her. "Think you can make it to the bedroom?"
"I can if you can, old man." He shot her a look that promised revenge for that remark and supporting each other they staggered to the bedroom and the bed. Within minutes, they were both sound asleep.
Ripper sat in a chair at the foot of the bed and watched as his redhead tried to turn over in her sleep. He grinned as she came slowly awake and tried to puzzle out why she couldn't move. As she tried to pull her arms down, she realized that something soft and unyielding was around both her wrists and her ankles. Craning her head she managed to see silk cuffs binding her hands and feet to the posts of the bed. She looked up at the canopy, noticing for the first time, it was mirrored. She was amazed at the way she looked, tied spread eagle to the bed. "Rupert, what...."
"Sorry Luv, why don't you call me Ripper.
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"You can call me Ripper, Luv." Giles smirked at the redhead tied to the bed. He leaned forward and purred, "I thought we might play a game."
"What game?" Willow asked in a husky voice, writhing in a futile attempt to free herself. "I don't understand what's going on."
"Oh, I think that quick brain of yours will figure it out in just a while." Ripper grinned and produced a fluffy white plume. He ran it lightly over her body, grinning as she trembled. "Like that, do you? I'm not surprised, there is an amazing amount of passion pent up in that delicious little body of yours." He applied the soft feather to her breasts, stroking the sensitive undersides until she moaned.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked with a shudder.
"Because it's fun and I owe you for a certain remark. I thought I would make you eat those words. 'Old man' indeed." Her stomach danced as he moved the tip of the feather to her navel. She could feel herself getting wet even as she begged him to stop tickling her. Her arousal grew as he applied the feather to her splayed thighs. He carefully avoided touching the core of heat between her legs, choosing instead to dip the plume teasingly against her anus. She jumped as she felt the feather touch her ass, whimpering as she got even hotter.
"Please," she begged.
"Please, what? Stop? Not going to happen Luv. You asked for this." He continued to tickle the bound witch mercilessly. He could feel her arousal coming off her in waves. He ignored her as she pled with him to stop, to make love to her. He brought her to the very edge of completion and then held her there, enjoying the control he had over his lover's body. "You just want a good shagging, don't you? Tell me what you want or you shant get it. And if you cum before I allow it, then I'll leave you tied to the bed all night." He flicked the feather over her clit as he laid down his rules.
Her face contorted with the tremendous effort it took to obey him. "Please, Ripper, fuck me?" she ground out.
"See how easy that was?" He dropped the feather and covered her shaking body with his own. His erection was enormous, he wanted her so badly. He slid his cock home with one movement, burying himself in her tight heat. He froze for a moment, fighting for control. It wouldn't do to cum too quickly, after all he still had a witch to torment, in a slightly different way. Pulling out of her grasping channel until only the tip of his prick remained, he slammed back into her welcoming body, groaning as she thrust her hips up to greet him. Establishing a hard, fast rhythm he pounded into her.
"Please," she begged, weeping. "Let me cum! I need to--"
"Alright, Luv--since you asked so nicely."
He slid one hand down from her breast and pinched the swollen nubbin between her legs, catching his breath as her spasming cunt clamped down on his manhood. It was all he could do not to orgasm with her, but he had no intention of this being over that quickly. He pounded into the woman he loved, determined to make sure that she never forgot this night or how much he adored her. His bright, articulate Willow's vocabulary had been reduced to guttural moans and pleas for him to never stop. He had no intention of disappointing her.
Sitting up on his knees, he lifted her hips from the bed and slid his thighs under hers, sinking into the cradle he had created. She screamed as the angle changed and he sank even deeper into her body. He knew that he couldn't last much longer, but was determined to bring her off one last time. He stroked her clit until she screamed his name in one final crescendo of passion. Her orgasm broke his last bit of control and he shot his hot seed deep within her writhing body. Using his last bit of strength to avoid falling on her tiny frame and crushing her, he collapsed at her side. He reached up, unfastened the wrist restraints, and freed her arms.
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Willow awakened suddenly. She shuddered as she remembered the night before.
She couldn't comprehend why Giles had suddenly changed on her. It had made no
sense; why had he tied her down like that. Yes, he had been gentle, but he had
also exerted control over her. That's the part that bothered her. Her mind raced
as she sought to understand what had happened. Although she knew Rupert would
never hurt her in any way, he had scared her with this unforseen side of him.
The little witch looked at the man who lay next to her. She loved him with all her heart but he had to accept that she was her own person. No one could control her, not anymore. She had been controlled by everyone that she had loved in one way or another for most of her life. She had always met everyone's expectations but her own. She was Xander's best friend, the one who was always there for him, no matter what. She was Buffy's confidant, the one who listened to the Slayer about every gosh darned thing in Buffy's turbulent life. She had only rebelled four times in her life--okay, so 'eating her banana, lunchtime be damned' wasn't that much of a rebellion, but it was something. She had always been the good girl, except for the Xander kissage debacle. And let's face it, after the evil Willow from another world came, rebellion left and hid under the bed. She could see the fear on their faces and knew intuitively she had to be good or they would wig.
She studied Rupert's face, smooth and serene in his sleep. She couldn't lose him, she loved him too much. So...that meant she had to do...something, but what? Without thinking, she began to bind him with the same silken ropes he had used on her. She was careful not to awaken her lover as she secured him to the huge, four-poster bed. She needed more time to consider exactly what she would do, so coffee. She always thought better with coffee in her hands.
She washed up, then made a pot of coffee. Within minutes she sat on the deck, hands wrapped around a mug of coffee, watching the sun rise. From the deck she could see both the sun in the East and the Pacific on her left. The hacker's mind worked as smoothly as her laptop as she processed her decision. That chore done, she sat back to enjoy the sunrise and wait. She didn't wait long.
"Bloody hell, Willow! Willow where are you?" wafted from the bedroom.
She said nothing as the calls became panicked cries. Finally after long minutes she strolled into the bedroom. "Ah, the dulcet tone of my lover's voice. You bellowed, Rupert, or should I say Ripper?"
"Willow, I..."
"No, Rupert, my turn! You scared me a little bit last night. I know that you didn't mean to. I understand that you love me and wouldn't hurt me. But you took away my choice and I can't take that from you or anybody."
"I'm sorry--"
"Sorry is good, but you have to learn that I get to help make decisions where 'we' are concerned."
"Willow, I..."
"Bored now," she said in a sing-songy voice. Willow withdrew a scarf from a pocket in her robe. "Want to play."
Giles' only thought was, 'Oh dear God, what have I done now.' He knew that voice. It manifested itself in more than a few of his nightmares since he had first thought that Willow, his Willow, was dead and a vampire. He stared at the woman he loved more than his own life until she applied the blindfold, obscuring his vision. He knew, even if the others didn't, that a vampire's basic characteristics carried over from their human self. He understood Willow had a dark side. He had accepted that years ago. He loved her no matter what, but this could get...intense. He felt both anxious and a dawning sense of anticipation. He strained to hear what his witch was doing.
The only sound in the room was the whisper of silk against flesh as Willow searched for the plume that Ripper had tormented her with the night before. She could only hope that when Rupert reached his breaking point, she would recognize it and not go too far. Finally, she found it under the edge of the comforter. She snatched the fluffy, white feather up and approached Rupert. Very lightly, she ran the feather across his face. She watched with fascination the expressions that flashed across his face. Relief, lust, and most important love. The redhead smiled, then moved the plume to his ears and sensitive neck.
Giles groaned as his cock hardened with desire. She danced the feather down his muscular chest, tracing his numerous scars in great detail. Her lips curved as his nipples became rockhard pebbles. She grinned as she decided to torment him in a slightly different fashion. She leaned down and sharply nipped his skin directly over his jugular.
He jumped as he felt her blunt teeth bite into his throat. 'Thank God, she hasn't any fangs.' His stomach tensed and quivered as she dipped the tip of the feather into his navel. He was sure that he couldn't get any harder.
Willow was sure he could get harder. In fact she intended to prove it. She moved the tormenting feather to the soles of his feet. She traced the convulsing muscles up his calves, paying particular attention to his shins, after she managed to surprise a giggle out of him. Who knew? She slowly approached his hard on, after a prolonged stop at his inner thighs. Giles' erection was long, thick and very hard. The head of his cock was so deep a red as to be almost purple.
He was convinced that there was not a drop of blood anywhere else in his body. His prick was suddenly engulfed in a cavern of wet heat. His moans escalated as he felt his erection hit the back of Willow's throat.
Willow swirled her tongue around his hardness, laving the sensitive underside of his cock. She tried to swallow him whole. His manhood jumped in her mouth and she realized he was close to cumming. As much as she loved what she was doing, she wasn't ready to allow him completion.
"Un-uh," she cooed. Giles' groaned his protest as she pulled away from his aching cock. "Not yet, mister. You don't get to cum until I say so." He grinned around a moan as he heard the laughter in her voice.
"But, Willow," he begged.
"No sir, you are going to learn that we're equals and the best way I can think for that to happen is for you to know how it feels to be out of control." She lightly bopped his dick as she wandered back up his stomach to his chest with her mouth and tongue. She nipped at one nipple while she tweaked the other with her nails. Again, she bit into his neck, not breaking the skin, but she leaving teeth marks. Willow moved to the patch of skin directly below his ear and sucked it into her mouth, laving it with her tongue. She could feel the vibrations with her lips and tongue as he groaned with delight and frustration.
Giles resigned himself to the fact that he would have to beg, after all turnabout was fair play, as he had made her beg him the night before. "Willow, Luv,' he ground out in a rough voice, "please, let me love you."
"You already love me."
"Willow, let me make love to you?"
"Better."
"Please baby, let me make you cum for me?"
"And just how do you plan to do that, all tied up like you are?"
"Well, I was hoping we could dispense with that," he said with a wry grin. "I want to see your beautiful face when you cum screaming my name."
She reached up and adjusted the blindfold as a tease. She grinned, happily, as he groaned, "Willow..."
"So, does Puppy want to play, too?"
"Willow!"
"If she can have Angel for a puppy, I can have you," came the rapid reply. She scraped her nails across his chest just hard enough to leave red streaks on his white skin.
"Please Luv. I need to make love to you."
"Well, why didn't you say so." She ripped the blindfold from his face with a radiant smile. She pressed her body against the length of his as she reached up to unfasten the bindings at his wrists. Rupert, being no fool, latched his lips onto one breast, suckling at her nipple. He sat up, still laving her hard peak lovingly and reached down to unfasten his ankles. With a lithe movement he flipped them, using his weight to pin his redhead to the soft mattress . With his lips firmly attached to her breast, he parted her soft thighs with one leg, firmly settled into the cradle of her womanhood and allowed himself the luxury of basking in her moist heat.
As his redhead moaned, he sank himself to the roots of his prick in her. Her heat engulfed him and he had to restrain himself from cumming immediately. He soaked himself in her juices as he began a slow and deliberate rhythm meant to drive her wild. He knew that he would not be able to last for long so he applied one long finger to her engorged clit and stroked it until she came screaming in his arms. The convulsions of her slick channel squeezing his cock sent his own orgasm racing through his system. He thought he would never stop cumming as he filled her with his very essence.
Afterwards as they lay entwined, Willow peeked up at his face with a loving tone and asked, "Well, Puppy did you learn anything today?"
"Yes, my dear. Never, ever, tie you up without your permission."
"Good. I love you, Rupert."