Kaz
Lilah lounged on Wesley's couch, waiting for him to come back to his apartment. She had arrived a few minutes earlier and had let herself in with the key she had made a few months prior. Leaving the lights off in an effort to surprise him, she unbuttoned the first few buttons of her blouse, revealing her dark red bra.
She smiled to herself at the memory of Wesley's astonishment at finding her naked in his bed, waiting for him. It had been a good night; a very memorable one as well. Yes, surprising Wesley had been a very good idea. The next morning she had been so sore she had trouble making it into work. She avoided her colleagues that day for fear they'd notice and ask questions. With any other lover she wouldn't think twice about telling her co-workers to fuck off and mind their own business. But this, this was different. This was Wesley, whom Wolfram and Hart had no use for now that he wasn't a part of Angel's crew of do-gooders.
Outwardly, she denied any emotional attachment to the man who she was waiting for. Inwardly, she was less inclined to lie to herself�lying to others was permissible, even preferable, but she had promised herself long ago to never be untruthful in her own mind. So she admitted that her feelings for the scarred, dangerous Englishman were growing in ways she hadn't expected or intended. She wasn't sure what she was thinking that first night�beyond lust that is. But here she was, months later, lounging on his couch and wishing he would just get home already.
Her eyes lit up and filled with desire as she heard his key turn the lock. She leaned against the arm of the couch, her legs crossed daintily at her ankles, eyes fixed firmly on the door. She waited in the semi-dark apartment as he entered and shut the door behind him. He flicked on the light, eyes coming to rest on the woman in his living room.
He raised an eyebrow, obviously not having expected her to show up today. Of course, that could be because she had told him she was going out of town. She smiled sexily at him, adjusting her upper body to accentuate the cleavage evident from her partially unbuttoned blouse.
"Conference was canceled?" He asked, his voice sending shivers down her spine.
"No," she answered coyly.
"So you lied to me?" His voice stern and foreboding, though his eyes showed he wasn't truly angry at her misdirection.
She simply smiled in response, propelling herself from the couch. She stalked over to him, their eyes locked. "Would I do a thing like that?" She asked huskily.
"Not if you don't want to be punished," he answered, raising an eyebrow. A corner of his lips turned upward in a parody of a smile as he took hold of her arms. "Do you want to be punished, Lilah?"
Lilah swallowed, her desire sweeping over her body quickly. A month ago, she never would have guessed that Wesley would have it in him to take their bedroom games this far. She had been disillusioned when he had taken her over his knee and spanked her for a comment she had made. The look in his eyes when he realized that she was turned on by his actions was one she wouldn't forget. She could tell he liked the power it gave him over her and she had admitted to herself that she also liked it. Feeling like she didn't have to be the one in charge was a heady feeling. She had clawed her way to the top of the food chain at Wolfram and Hart by being willing to take responsibility and action when necessary. But after five years, it was wearing thin, not at work, but rather in her personal life. So once the opportunity to let the control be in someone else's hands�even for a night�presented itself, she leapt on the chance, both figuratively and literally.
"Someone's thoughts are wandering," Wesley noted, his right hand pulling her closer while the left snaked its way into her hair and grabbed hold. He tugged on it gently to get her attention. When she met, he nodded. "Yes, punishment is warranted in this case, I believe. You need to learn to answer when spoken to."
Lilah felt a shiver of anticipation run down her back. She groaned when Wesley's right hand let her go, gesturing for her to precede him to the bedroom. She made her way down the hall, hips swaying back and forth.
"Stop and disrobe, but leave your knickers on," Wesley's voice ordered from a few feet behind her.
Obeying his commands, yet keeping her back to him, she un-tucked and unbuttoned her blouse, dropping it to the floor. Reaching to the small of her back, her hand unzipped her skirt, where it joined the blouse in a pile. She turned around, revealing to Wesley her matching red lace bra and thong. She smiled in satisfaction at the obvious desire he had for her. Keeping her eyes locked on his, she walked backwards until her legs hit the bed. Her breath quickened as the different methods of punishment he employed swept through her mind. She waited for his next instruction, knowing that if she attempted to anticipate it, it would make the punishment real, rather than a punishment for play, as this was.
Wesley strode toward her, shedding his own shirt in the process. She swallowed as he ignored her presences, choosing to go to the toy chest in his closet. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see that he was rummaging through the various implements they had collected.
"Close your eyes."
Swallowing, Lilah complied. She could hear his sigh of satisfaction as he found what he was searching for. His footsteps told her he approached her back. As she felt a piece of fabric cover her eyes, she smiled in delight, identifying the scarves they used for mild, playful bondage. His hands worked her bra clasp and removed the offending garment. Strong hands turned her around and pulled her gently to the bed. She felt Wesley's legs underneath her torso as he grabbed both of her wrists, firmly securing them with another scarf.
Lilah shuddered when she felt his hand caress her backside. His fingers traced the outline of her thong lightly, playing with the elastic so that it snapped against her skin as he tugged it down. Raising her hips to aid him, she felt it slip off her legs at last.
She sighed happily as his palm came solidly down on her right cheek. It stung but she knew it was simply a warm up. He followed with a similar strike against her left and then quickly with more. No two blows hit in exactly the same spot, so that her skin felt uniformly warm where he touched.
She gasped as he spanked her with a new toy, one she couldn't identify from past use. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to place what it could be.
"Pay attention, Lilah," Wesley warned sternly, though it was clear, both from his tone and the erection that pressed into her thighs, that he was enjoying himself.
"Yes, sir," she promised, her own voice thick with lust.
As each new blow sparked desire within her, she arched her back, relishing the pain and pleasure that scorched her veins. She moaned as he gave her two hard, successive strikes, one on each cheek. Her backside felt like it was on fire. She heard a wooden thump and knew that he had dropped the toy by the bedside. His fingers roamed her cheeks, lightly caressing the redness she knew must be there.
She felt him scoot out from under her, leaving her on her stomach.
"On your hands and knees," he said shortly.
She complied, listening to the telltale rustles of fabric and foil that indicated that he had shed his remaining clothing and put on a condom. Her head went back as a finger teased her folds, spreading her wetness.
"Oh, you enjoyed that, didn't you?" He asked.
She managed a nod as he pulled her to the edge of the bed. She bit her lip when she felt his hard erection tease her opening. Fighting the urge to impale herself on it, which she knew from past experience was not what he wanted, she forced herself to stay still. She wasn't sure what would come next. At times he wanted a good, hard fuck and others he was more gentle, prolonging their pleasure.
At his sharp thrust into her, she knew it was the former. She moaned loudly at the feeling of fullness, her wet walls grasping onto his cock. His hands gripped her hips hard. They would leave bruises, as would the spanking. It would be difficult to remain still tomorrow with the delicious stinging pain that would happen whenever she sat down.
Wesley continued to thrust into her quickly, his hips hitting her cheeks, each movement causing a delightful tingle. Their moans co-mingled as he sped up. Unable to help herself, she began to thrust back, taking him in deeper.
"Oh, yes, that's right," he moaned in pleasure, speeding up slightly, causing the bed to squeak.
Lilah moaned at his words, throwing her head back. "Oh, God," she managed to get out around quickened breathing.
"Come for me, Lilah. Come on my cock," Wesley instructed, his voice hoarse.
Lilah felt her orgasm approaching as the pleasure began to overwhelm her senses. "Yes, yes, I am, I'm going to," she groaned, stiffening as the bliss peaked and her inner muscles to pulsed.
With a cry, she threw her head back, riding it for as long as she could as Wesley continued to thrust into her mercilessly. By his frantic pace, she knew he was close himself.
"I want you to come in me," she said, her voice shaking from the power of her orgasm.
"Yes," he said shortly, gripping her hips even tighter as he came.
With a sigh, he pulled himself out of her, wrapping his arms around her waist and reaching up to undo the blindfold. Lilah squinted at the sudden light, turning to face him. She hissed as her sore behind came in contact with the bedspread. He didn't comment, heading to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
"There'll be marks tomorrow," she observed to herself, leaning over the bedside to see what he had used tonight. Her eyebrows rose as she saw the wooden hairbrush. She smiled a purely feminine smile at the way he had reacted to using it. Yes, she would have to make sure he used that again.
"Of course there will. That's half the fun," he replied, returning to the bedroom and pulled the sheets back. They slipped under the covers, each lying on their back and avoiding looking at the other directly.
"Are you going to show up tomorrow night too?" Wesley asked, his voice toneless.
"Only if I do something naughty at work," she said lightly.
"So I'll see you at eight then?"
End
Fiction