I don't own BTVS. Wish I did, but that's just the way the world works.
“Hrhrhrhr. . .” Spike half-growled/half-laughed.
“What are you laughing about now?” Buffy demanded, her voice high with delight.
“Oh, nothing, pet. It’s just that it feels so
good being bad
“Well, I am
kinda enjoying this a little, too, I guess.” Spike checked the furry handcuffs that kept her pinned to the headboard, and then her blindfold to make sure she couldn’t see what he was about to do.
“Can you see okay?” he called, backing away from the bed slowly.
“You know I can’t see a damned thing,” she exclaimed as she playfully struggled against her restraints. “What are you doing? Where are you going?”
“Nowhere, pet, nowhere. But I do have a surprise for you.”
“What kind of surprise?” she asked in giddy anticipation. “Is it like last time when you got me that toy? I liked that.”
“Oh, B, you kinky, kinky thang,” came a husky, yet sexy, voice from the bedroom door.
“Faith? What are you doing here?” Buffy demanded, starting to get worried.
“Don’t worry, B. It’s okay. I’m the surprise.”
“You’re my what
?” Turning her head to the side, she called out to her lover. “Spike! What are you up to? Come over here and get me out of this thing. Get this blindfold off of me!”
“Sorry, love, but that’s not possible,” came his voice from somewhere off to her left.
“I don’t want to have to break another headboard, Spike! Get me out of this thing!”
Suddenly she felt a weight on the bed to her right, the bed dipping a little as someone knelt beside her. Buffy grew still, extending her senses as she tried to understand what was happening. She didn’t have to wait long.
Suddenly there was a hot breath on her shoulder, and then a slight touch. That touch was electrifying. The breath, paired with the touch, moved to her collar bone, until they reached the lace-up red corset she was wearing, and paused.
Buffy, her mind gone completely blank at these new sensations, suddenly found herself without these forbidden ministrations, and panicked. She let out the breath she had been holding and before she could draw another, there was a tugging at her chest and a loud RIP! With a mighty yank, her corset was ripped open, baring her breasts to the warm summer air wafting through the open window. Before she could react, however, there was a hot mouth on her right breast, the corresponding tongue playing over her now very erect nipple. Teeth lightly grazed her areola, closing to gently grind at the nip.
Buffy’s body, wracked in pleasure, arched up, off of the bed. Before she could come down, though, she was caught in midair and flipped, so that her arms were crossed and landed on her stomach. She yelped at this, as it was as unexpected as Faith joining them in the room. . .
Wait a second! Who was--? Her thoughts were cut short with another yelp when a leather rod came down on her bare ass. A rough hand softly caressed the welt left there as Faith hoarsely asked, “You like that, don’t you?”
Buffy, delirious from all of these new sensations assaulting her, found that she did like it. Before she could answer, though, the leather rod struck her other cheek, followed by a different textured hand. Buffy was having fun, her Slayer sister petting one sore ass cheek as her boyfriend rubbed—
“Hey, Spike! Get your sexy ass over here and help us do this thing.”
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