Title: Once In A Lifetime 3/24
Author: Karen Jephson
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately. Want to adopt and treat them better than their owners, but I don't have enough.
Feedback: Live for it.
Note: To Trich and Gail. Thanks for your nagging, your precise beta, and your constant encouragement.

Content warning: Non-bondage likers, may want to skip through parts of this.

Giles stepped back against the combined onslaught of Buffy's body pushing against his and her tongue ravishing his mouth. He tried to pull away to order her to stop, but all he could manage was a gargled sound that only seemed to encourage her. Of course it didn't help that his tongue seemed to be encouraging hers rather than discouraging it. He felt the edge of the bed as he took another step back, then a falling sensation as he tumbled onto it.

Somehow Buffy had retained ownership of his mouth, though her body had bounced a little against his as they fell. She began squirming against him, her naked body rubbing along his crotch. He moved his hands to her waist, trying to lift her from him. Unfortunately, a combination of her slayer strength and his unwillingness to touch certain parts of her anatomy limited any chances of success. He found himself returning her kisses more, and trying to dislodge her less.

She finally released his mouth, pausing to catch his lower lip between his teeth. Her hands were now on his sweater, pulling it up his body. "Buffy."

"I thought we got rid of all these horrible things. You want another burning party?"

"Burning.? What.? Buffy! Stop that!" He ineffectually slapped at her hands, trying to prevent her from exposing any more of his flesh to her. The irony of his playing the role of a virtuous maid to her ravisher was not lost on him. But he needed his shields, even if they were made of a flimsy material. They prevented her from seeing the real him.

Buffy paused her wriggling only long enough to drag his sweater over his head, the momentum forcing his arms up. "Come on, Rupert. Play nice. This is your punishment, remember." The material covering his face muffled his answer. "Well, if you're not going to behave, I guess I'll have to punish you some more."

Giles tried to protest, his words blocked by the top and her body leaning across his face. He heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing, then felt her repositioning herself on top of him. Buffy grabbed one of his wrists, pulling it over his head. He felt the cold metal of a bracelet against his flesh moments before the sound of a lock clicking. He froze in shock, not believing his slayer had actually handcuffed him. Before he could recover to fight her, she'd grabbed his other hand, pulling it toward the first. He tried bucking her off, only to be punished by the pressure of her knees against his sides. She attached the second manacle to his wrist. He pulled against the restraints, then realized she'd chained him to the bed head. He moaned as one of his fantasies came to life. Only knowing that Buffy would normally not be willing to engage in an act with him kept him from giving over to his desire. He could only assume she was the victim of some spell, and whatever actions she undertook under its influence would cause her great embarrassment later.

Buffy moved further down his body, her hands trailing down his now exposed chest, before her fingernails scratched their way back up again. She paused to pay special attention to his nipples, scratching and flicking them for several seconds. Giles couldn't hold back the moan that escaped. It had been so long since somebody had done that to him. He heard her chuckle as she moved her hands back up, gathering the edge of his top. He took a deep breath, preparing to tell her that something was wrong, and they had to stop.

"You know, I forgot how much fun this is. Being the naughty girl is good, but I like being in control now and then." Buffy pulled the material up, freeing his face at last. "Uh-huh." She pressed her finger against his lips. "If you're going to open your mouth, it's not going to be for talking. She leaned forward, only removing her finger when she was in place.

Giles managed to say "Buffy." before he found his mouth filled by warm, soft flesh. His lips automatically closed around the nipple as he felt her hands in his hair. He tried to struggle, pulling against her hands and the handcuffs securing him against the bed. More importantly though, he was now fighting against temptation. It had been a while since he'd had a woman in his bed, and somehow Buffy seemed to know exactly what to do to arouse him. Such as her thigh rubbing against his groin, applying just enough pressure for discomfort, but not outright pain. He closed his eyes,  trying to think of a way out of his predicament. He could only come up with one.

Buffy moaned as he began sucking against her nipple, then nipping it with his teeth. He worked at the willing flesh in his mouth, hoping she would release him before he lost control of himself. She finally pulled away from him, only to place her other breast in place. Giles played with her as she demanded, lathing each breast with attention as she moved them nearer to him. After a few minutes, she seemed to have enough, and shifted until she could kiss him. Her tongue mated with his as she lay herself fully against him. Her nipples pressed against him, her crotch pushing against his as he opened his legs to accommodate her. He vaguely heard the opening of another drawer, but was concentrating on holding onto the last shreds of his control. Whatever had happened to Buffy, he could not take advantage of this. He couldn't bear that she would hate him in the morning.

Buffy lifted her head, her breath coming in deep pants. Her lips were wet and swollen from his attention. He gazed, distracted by the evidence of their passion. She smiled and placed a light peck on his mouth. He felt rather than saw the material she pressed against him. "Open wide love." She increased the pressure until he agreed. Pushing the material between his teeth, she secured it behind his head. "Don't worry. Next time, I'll let you tie me up." She shifted until she was sitting astride him, her hands stroking along his shoulders, neck and chest. Finding his erect nipples, she fondled them for a few seconds, watching his eyes dilate as his face flushed with excitement. "You know, I kinda get the feeling that you're not completely with the game here. Guess I'm gonna hafta change that." She shifted further down his body, then leaned toward him.

Giles moaned as she felt her lips pull against one of his nipples. She began playing with him, her teeth grazing against the sensitized flesh, then her tongue licking away any residue of pain. She moved from side to side, drawing him further down into his passion. He felt her lips smile against his flesh as his breathing increased. He thrashed his head from side to side, trying to prevent what he now knew would happen. He cried out, but he wasn't sure if it was in anguish or pleasure. Her hands trailed along the sensitive skin of his sides until they reached the waistband of his jeans. They moved up the material until they met at his stomach. He felt the button undone just before her fingers touched the exposed flesh of his tummy. His muscles clenched, as they gently teased him before he felt the zipper pull down.

Buffy looked up, her eyes glazed with her own passion. She smiled as she moved down his body. "Well, Watcher mine, time to live up to your title. Watch me." Her face was now level with his groin. She pulled the material of his pants apart, then stroked the silk of the boxers where they rose to meet her. "Guess not all of you is reluctant." Pulling the material down, she mewled as she released his aroused flesh. Glancing once more to make sure he was still watching, she grasped his erection before dipping her head.

Giles couldn't tear his eyes away. He closed them momentarily as he felt her take him in her mouth, but reopened them quickly in fascination. The sight of his petite slayer pleasuring him was the most erotic thing he'd seen. All his secret fantasies come to life. He groaned when she scraped her teeth along one of the more sensitive parts of his penis. The groan turned into a cry as she teased his tip with the edge of her tongue. She seemed to know all the things he liked. He pulled against the handcuffs again, this time as he felt his orgasm at the edge of his consciousness. Whatever the consequences, he would take this one guilty pleasure. Surely she would realize he'd fought hard, but even he didn't have the strength to fight himself and his slayer. He allowed himself to concentrate only on the feel of Buffy making love to him, as he eagerly awaited the moment when she would bring him to climax.

Buffy pulled back, as if knowing how close he was. She blew against his heated flesh, then pressed a gentle kiss against his tip. She dipped her head, allowing her hair to cover him. She blew against him once more, as her free hand began massaging his balls. He jerked against her, knowing his climax would not be stopped this time. Pausing for only a second more, Buffy again took him into her mouth. Her finger scraped along the exposed nerve as his hips automatically began pushing into her. Buffy shifted, then touched him in a way nobody had before. It was enough. His cry of her name was muffled as he came in her mouth, his hips pushing up towards her as he came.

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