Feeling Willow
Author: Nikki
SUMMARY: Willows' not feeling herself tonight < g > WARNING: Oh, I don't know, uhm hold on to something? Spot of bondage, S&M, dare I say Raunchy?
Rupert Giles moved about the shop wearily picking up the litter. Suddenly he grimaced with pain as he straightened his spine. He eased up slowly and pulled down the shades inside his window. He locked the door and yawning he set the alarm. The phone rang. He stared at it, his body tensing. It rang twice then stopped. His heart skipped a beat as the ringing started again and continued until he answered. The blood pounded in his veins, so soon?
"Mistress?" He breathed into the mouthpiece, his blood-filled cock thumped against his trousers as dulcet tones answered him
"Slave? Raphael." Willow stated.
"Seraphim and Michael?" Rupert murmured. His mind raced with possibilities as he imagined Willow wearing a sweet smile and the leather corset he'd bought for her.
"Twenty minutes Rupert." Her voice purred in his ear then the disconnect that left him feeling full and urgently in need of Willow's wondrous ministrations.
~~*~~
Rupert stood outside his flat's front door and hesitated. His hand trembled as he reached for the bell. It was strange to request entry to one's own home but it was all part of the "play" that Willow enjoyed. The bell sounded and the door opened by itself. Rupert breathed in the heady scent of incense and Willow.
Willow stood in the centre of the room on a circle of purple velvet. Her hair shone like burnished mahogany and her alabaster skin reflected the glow of the numerous candles placed about the room. Rupert stepped over the threshold and the door closed gently behind him.
He slipped out of his clothes, leaving them where they fell and stepped onto the circle of velvet. Willow hadn't uttered a word yet; she had no need for speech. Rupert knew exactly what she desired. He knelt before her and worshipped at the altar of luscious auburn curls.
His tongue flicked out and caressed her, teasing this way and that. The tip of his tongue lapped greedily at her clit. She sighed and parted her legs slightly. Rupert's hands started to glide up her high heeled, knee-high black leather boots. She moved her calf between his legs until she could feel the heat of his erection thumping against her...
Rupert gasped and collapsed onto the velvet as Willow's juices smeared his chin. He looked up and saw the domineering eyes of his Mistress. He realised his mistake in not paying her the proper respect. He had not asked to remove his clothes or to have his mouth blessed by her outpourings. In short, he was in big trouble!
He rolled to his knees, eyes lowered. "Forgive me, Mistress, I forgot myself."
~~*~~
She glared at him. "Forgiveness has to be earned Rupert. Now crawl to the chest and get my whip and ropes."
Rupert rolled on all fours. He crawled slowly over to the chest, knowing his Mistress liked to watch him move this way. He knelt at the chest opening the heavy lid. He cupped himself surreptitiously, trying to relieve the heavy ache in his balls. Willow wouldn't permit any touching now. He held the whip and ropes in his mouth and crawled back to her.
Willow picked up the articles from where Rupert had dropped them. She patted his head absently.
"Down." He obeyed instantly, linking his hands together ready for the slipknot. She stepped over his prone body and crouched over his head to wrap the rope around his wrists a few times. She glanced down at his flushed face, feeling his hot breath on her sex. Willow dipped lower and tantalised him with her nearness. He swallowed and risked her wrath by licking her once. She pulled the knot tight and smiled at his gasp of pain. She rose gracefully, then hauled the rope through the ring in the wall. She waited for his breathing to return to normal before tightening the rope thus pulling his arms straight out behind his head.
His anguished cry made her slacken the rope slightly. Watching him struggle was half the fun after all.
"You can move six inches only." She settled herself over his face and smiled at his gasp of surprise. "In any direction -- choose." She felt his tongue begin to lathe her inner folds, parting them and dipping inside. He nodded his head up three inches and inserted his tongue another three. Willow was satisfied.
~~*~~
Rupert sighed as Willow lowered herself on to him. He strained against his bonds as she bucked up and down on his engorged cock. Her face was a picture of ecstasy. He alternately moaned and cried out as her short whip lashed his chest. On each down stroke her head rolled on her shoulders as she savoured his expression of sweet agony.
She threw the whip aside and shifted her weight, making Rupert groan anew. She smiled at his flushed face and gasping breaths. Then she placed her hands on his chest and he ceased to move, his eyes snapping open.
"Rupert?" She purred. "Do you want to cum now?"
"Yesssssss!" He hissed, nodding vigorously "Oh, please Willow, darling Willow. Yes!"
Willow smiled again and flexed her nails over his nipples. She drew blood. He growled and arched up to meet her vicious talons.
"The word...Rupert. Say it," she whispered and dipped her tongue to lap up his blood. Her eyes gleamed sensuously as he bit his lip and shook his head. She employed her nails again and twitched her inner muscles, cradling his cock in her hot sucking flesh. His head sank into the pillow and his raw wrists flexed and twisted as he formed the word that meant his release.
"Archangel" Willow snapped the knife blade to the ropes and Rupert shot Willow round. He plunged into her, making her shake and moan. She laced her booted legs round his waist as he lost control of all his senses, becoming a crazed animal. Willow loved it. The more control she exerted on her lover the more uncontrolled he became.
They swayed and moved hotly together, reaching for their elusive orgasm. Rupert licked and kissed down Willows sweet neck, nipping at her pulse and murmuring ancient words of passion.
As she gyrated and writhed in his tender embrace, his voice hissed next to her ear.
"Cum for me, witch! Cum, you harlot, my leather temptress! Oh, sweet Willow," he cried in her ear while his hand drifted down to her arse. Then he slowly inserted his finger into her sweet hole. She clamped round his finger and screamed out her climax taking Rupert with her.
He felt her clamp around him was heaven. He floated within her, bound to his scarlet woman!
"Rupert! Oh, Goddess! Fuck me!" She screamed, tangling round him. "Fill me!" And Rupert, being a good slave, did as he was told.
~~*~~
His teeth threatened to bite through his lip. Willow was tight and hot but still he craved more. Something that marked her as his, he stared at her young body flushed with her orgasm. Her face, the most glorious mix of sultry innocence and brazen slut and he had her!
He grasped the whip and spun Willow around. Then he told her what he wanted to do.
"I'm going to come in your pert, sexy, arse Willow," he rasped.
She groaned and slid her knees under her body, throwing him a pleading look over her shoulder, "Hurry!" She gasped.
He withdrew from her hot, sucking pussy, lubed her back door and drove steadily into her tight arse. She stole his breath, as she bucked onto him. He rubbed the handle of the whip against her pussy lips and with another moan it slipped inside. He glided in another few inches; wrapping his arm about her waist, he slid his thumb over her clit.
It was like a switch had been thrown. They moved together meeting thrust for thrust and groan for groan until the cries became desperate and their voices hoarse. Willow reared up from the floor in a paroxysm of pleasure. Rupert hugged her close as he released his boiling seed into her channel. He flung his head back in hedonistic pleasure and then bit her shoulder as the last of his climax drifted away.
~~*~~
Some time later they woke still wrapped in the purple velvet, locked together in a lover's knot. He blinked through the haze of Willow's hair and kissed his lovers forehead. She stirred and smiled at him.
"Good morning darling." She smiled as he kissed her, then frowned when she saw his raw wrists. "Oh, Rupert! I'm so sorry."
At the sight of her sadness, he lifted her chin and halted her threatened tears. "Willow, I've had worse. Don't fret. A little pain with the pleasure makes it sweeter." He grinned at her "and it was so sweet!"
"Good, I'm glad. Am I getting better?"
He kissed her again. "Quite, almost perfect. The door closure was very good. Y'see it's all about controlling others, and then you can control yourself better. Shall we have tea?"
Willow grinned and nodded. She began to giggle as Rupert tried to get out of the tangle of limbs.
"Willow, stop laughing, love. C'mon, help me get out. Otherwise we'll still be here when Buf--"
"GILES!"
Willow and Rupert froze on the floor and found themselves staring at the Slayer's ankles.
"Oh dear," He said.
"Buffy- -" Rupert and Willow said together. They looked at each other and Willow's head dropped to Rupert's shoulder. He snaked his arm out from the cover and stroked Willow's head.
Buffy's eyes lasered into her Watchers body. She gasped and that earned her another glance from her Watcher.
"She gone yet?" Willow's small voice drifted up from Rupert's chest.
He chuckled. "No, still seething by the door." He murmured. "Buffy," he raised his voice. "If you're going to stay a while, shut the door. There's a draft." When her back was turned, he helped Willow up and stood himself wrapped in the rich purple material. Buffy turned back in time to hear the moist thud of something hitting the floor. Willow's eyes widened and Rupert gallantly dipped, revealing his muscular leg to the hip, and retrieved her whip.
Buffy stared, her mouth open in disbelief. Suddenly her brain could take no more and her temper overcame her shock.
"What the Fuck's been going on here? Giles!? When did you and Willow begin playing 'Ceasar and Xena'?" Buffy stumbled toward a chair.
Rupert mouthed the word "Tea" to Willow and she handed him the whip as she trotted into the kitchen.
~~*~~
"Which one of your questions do you want answered first, Buffy?" He sat on the sofa totally relaxed with his midsection barely covered by his makeshift toga. His hand tightened round the handle of the whip; he could still smell Willow on the smooth leather. His fingers slid over the bulbous head and he tasted the last of her juices from his fingertips. Buffy groaned and shook her head.
Her head snapped up and an expression of hope lit her face briefly. "A spell? Ethan. He, came over- " She glared at Giles as he shook his head. He gripped the neck of the whip swinging it gently like a metronome. He placed it on the seat next to him as Willow came in with the tea tray. She "eeped" as she sat down on the handle, Rupert leered at her and she kissed him nipping his lips.
There was a gasp and Buffy's teacup rattled in its saucer. She was unable to take her eyes from the kissing couple. Her loins started to burn and her breath quickened when she noticed the growing bulge in the velvet between Giles' legs. She put her cup down made her decision and left.
Rupert opened his eyes for a moment as he heard his door slam shut. He smiled, his eyes a mixture of jet and emerald. The little Witch mewled as his fingers found her clit, his own hips moving under the material, his right hand passing over his cockhead smearing the precum down his shaft. He closed his eyes briefly listening to the sounds of Willows passion in the room. He swallowed; his eyes flashed open completely dark now.
"Willow." He said her name with a voice thick with lust at the same time he whipped the velvet from his hips.
Willow's small hand gripped him and her mouth enveloped his silky helmet sending a shiver along his spine. His hand over her smooth pearlescent skin. She moaned and sighed as his hand glided up to her shoulder in a sweet tender caress. Willow shifted over slightly and Giles tangled his fingers in her hair to guide her.
Her head bobbed down an extra inch, forcing a muffled groan from her man. Her tongue busied itself at his slit, harvesting the salty-sweet precum and lapping t the underside of his cock. He jerked inside her mouth every time she did that. He was growing hotter and harder, thrusting into her mouth, his moans growing louder.
~~*~~
Rupert passed his tongue over Willow's clit, his lips tightening over it as she bathed his balls in her mouth. Her nails raked tenderly over his inner thighs and he shuddered with lust at her touch.The two curled round serpent-like, moving sinuously toward a mutual goal.
As Willow fondled and stroked Rupert's balls, he jerked into her throat. Rupert felt the oyster-like texture and heat of Willow's moist lips, kissing them, He devoured her pussy as his cockhead eased into Willows' throat. They were locked in passion now, writhing in erotic torment neither one wanting to cum too soon.
The witch shuddered, at last receiving the stimulation she craved. The sensation wrenched her gut and she groaned and trembled as her throat milked Rupert's cock. His thumb gently pressed against her arse. Willow bucked her hips and moaned as his thumb entered her, the tempo of her swallowing increased and Rupert found himself fighting for breath and chasing his release, heat and sweet tension, roared in his veins and tore though his synapses unitll finally with wild thrusts he anchored Willow's hips to his mouth, just as she had anchored his and shot wave after wave of cum into Willow's welcoming throat. He too found himself swallowing moments later, as Willow came.
~~*~~
Hours later, they were still curled round each other, gently snoring. Willow stirred first and sat up to gaze down at her now recumbant relaxed lover. His month long erection had finally abated.
What a girl had to do when her man had that time of the month!
End.