TITLE: Captured. (1/1)
AUTHOR: Maxie.
PAIRING: Giles/Buffy.
RATING: NC17
SPOILERS: None.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy is owned by Joss, UPN, and Mutant Enemy. (I’m only playing!)
DISTRIBUTION: Uh…just ask me I guess!
FEEDBACK: Yep! ( maxie_s@hotmail.com )

Giles struggled futilely against the ropes that bound him to the chair, feeling more than a little embarrassed by the ease at which the demons had been able to subdue him. Admittedly there had been three of them, but still, he really had handed himself to them on a platter. He’d assumed responsibility for the safe keeping of the orb after he and Buffy had realised its importance to the demonic world, hiding it away safely in his apartment. Initially he’d be very careful about his home security but as the weeks passed he’d fallen back into old habits and started leaving his door unlocked again. He knew he should have been more wary when he’d heard the unexpected noises coming from the living room, instead, he had blithely strolled into the room only to be pounced on by the intruders. Within minutes he’d found himself gagged, blindfolded and tied to the chair.

Now they were gone, leaving him alone in what he suspected was a now ransacked house. For what seemed like an eternity, but was in reality probably less than an hour, he had only been able to sit and listen to the sounds of scraping furniture and grunting as the demons had gone about their work.

Suddenly he heard the opening of the front door, he inwardly heaved a sigh of relief knowing that his frightening ordeal was almost over. He heard the unmistakable clicking sound of a woman’s shoes as his rescuer made her way across the entranceway’s parquet floor towards him. The footsteps seemed to come to a halt just in front of him. Silence. He frowned. Why hadn't she said anything? Perhaps, somehow, she hadn’t seen him? He moaned against his gag. Still nothing.

He strained his ears listening intently for evidence of other people in the room. No, there was definitely only one person in the room and all his senses told him it was a female. In addition to the telltale clatter of high-heel shoes he could detect a light scent of feminine perfume. Who the hell was she? He tilted his head back, desperately trying to see something through the bottom of his blindfold. Unfortunately it was too secure and he couldn’t see anything except total darkness.

The mystery woman began moving, circling around him. He could sense her movements and tried to follow her direction by turning his head, still desperately trying to see through the dark cloth covering his eyes. What the hell was she doing?

His confusion changed to total shock as he suddenly felt her lean towards him from behind and blow hotly in his ear. She moved down, pressing her mouth to the side of his neck, her tongue darting out as she began licking sensuously at his sensitive skin. He gave a start of surprise. She put her hands on his shoulders, stilling his movement. Slowly she moved her hands around, sliding her fingers inside the open collar of his shirt, brushing them lightly through the dusting of chest hair found there.

All of a sudden she moved away. As her felt her fingers beginning to work on the knots behind him, he wasn’t sure if he was relieved or disappointed. The rope around his chest loosened and was then removed. Now only his wrists remained tied behind him along with his feet, which were separately tied, each to a leg of the chair. He impatiently waited for her to finish untying him, eager to find out who she was, and just what game she thought she had been playing with him.

However much to his surprise she didn’t continue untying him, instead he sensed her move back around to his front. This time when she leaned in, she traced her tongue around the shell of his ear before nipping gently at his lobe. She chuckled throatily into his ear.

Her hands moved to his chest and she began unbuttoning his shirt. She then un-tucked the undone shirt from his pants, peeled it open and eased each side down his shoulders. She pulled at the front of his under-shirt, bunching it up, stretching it out before lifting it over his head and pulling it downwards over his restrained arms. Although he was now undressed from his waist up, he was also just as effectively bound to the chair by his removed clothing as he had been by the rope.

She placed her warm hands on his bare chest.

His mind was spinning a hundred miles an hour. Who was she? He began listing the possibilities. His mind wandered to the few women he’d dated in recent months, immediately dismissing them all as unlikely to be doing this. He quickly gave up trying to figure it out. Hell, she could have been anybody.

However, in his mind he knew who he wanted it to be. Who he was imagining to be. Buffy! His slayer! His passion for her was a secret, one that he and he alone knew. His desire for her was something he only explored in his deepest fantasies, often ably assisted by his left hand, usually in his bed at night, alone. But now, it seemed fate was giving him a most unexpected way of fulfilling some of those dreams. Oh, he knew that in reality this could not possibly be Buffy. She considered him to be old and gross. He’d accepted that long ago. But here, as he sat helpless, blanketed in totally darkness being caressed a mysterious woman who for whatever reason was choosing to hide her identity, reality and fantasy merged, his mind and body eagerly accepted the notion that this was indeed Buffy. Touching him. Seducing him. Loving him. The only question was, how far would things go?

The hands on his chest began exploring. They moved to his upper chest, pressing against the well-defined muscles there. They ran up and over his shoulders and down to his biceps, the only portion of his arms available to her, again she squeezed lightly, clearly appreciating the strength she found. She retraced her path, stopping once her fingers found the slightly raised ridge of his male nipples. Experimentally, she circled the right one with the soft pad of her forefinger before lifting her hand and flicking it. It hardened in response. He groaned, almost silently, against his gag. She must have decided to kneel down, he realised, because an instant later he felt her hands resting on his thighs and then the soft brush of her hair falling forward against his skin as she leaned in and covered his nipple with her open mouth, tasting him eagerly with her tongue. Raining hot, wet kisses across the breadth of his chest, she located his opposite nipple and repeated her procedure. She finally raised her head and her fingers resumed their tactile exploration. Excruciatingly they slowly inched their way south, canvassing every detail on their journey. Finally, a solitary finger followed the thin line of coarse hair, which ran from just below his navel and disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers. He was painfully aware of the effects of her seduction as his cock strained urgently against the confines of his clothing.

By this time Giles was breathing erratically, the gag over his mouth only allowing him only to draw air through his nose. Mercifully, she seemed to become aware of his distress. Standing up, she reached for the gag and loosened it, letting in fall around his neck. The blindfold though remained firmly in place. She combed her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and waited patiently as Giles sucked in some much needed breaths of air. He ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth, needing to moisten it before he was able to speak. “W..who are you?” he demanded hoarsely.

She didn’t reply. Instead she touched her mouth to his and tugged gently at his hair. Giles gasped, more from surprise than from pain. Boldly her tongue invaded his mouth. Any thoughts he momentarily harbored of resisting her were obliterated the instance the tip of her tongue flicked against his. Fuelled by his pretence of her being Buffy, Giles fervently thrust his tongue back. He heard her moan her appreciation. The kiss went on for several long minutes becoming deeper and more intense. Finally, with a ragged breath, she broke away.

His chest heaving, Giles thought once more about asking her who she was, but suddenly he knew he didn’t really want to know. He didn’t want anything to mar this fantasy. “Where are you? What are you doing?” he asked instead.

Again she didn’t answer, once more she responded by reaching out and pulling on his hair, this time a little harder than before. Giles got the message. No talking.

He listened intently, trying to work out what she was doing. However, aside from some faint, indiscernible rustling he couldn’t hear anything. He felt her approach him once more. This time she straddled him, sitting on his lap, she deliberately wiggled her ass several times against his half-erect cock. Then, he suddenly knew what she had been doing during the silence as he felt a bare breast being pushed against his mouth. She was obviously cupping it from underneath he realised as he felt the hardened nipple being moved along the outline of his lips. He eagerly opened his mouth and captured it, lavishing it with his tongue and then sucking it, drawing it further into his mouth. To his satisfaction, this elicited a startled gasp from the woman. He released the nipple from his mouth and recaptured it between his lips, clamping down firmly on it and pulled back slightly with his head. Again he released it, then pressed his parted mouth to it, soothing it with his tongue. The woman cradled his head and urged him closer before guiding him blindly to her neglected, opposite breast. Once more, she gasped as he unexpectedly gently bit into the soft skin above her nipple and then licked away the pain. He pushed his sweeping tongue out even further and managed to brush it across the stiffened nipple underneath. He felt her shudder. Suddenly she pulled away, moving her upper body out of reach from his devouring mouth. After the briefest of hesitations she climbed off him.

Giles listened to her heavy breathing and wondered if she had taken it as far as she dared. As he held his breath with anticipation, he heard the faint rasping sound of a zipper being lowered. He knew she was now removing her lower clothing. Impossibly, his already thundering heart started beating even faster.

Then she was at his side once more. Again she took his head in her hands and guided him to her. His nose felt the silky coarseness of her pussy hair. He inhaled deeply, smelling her warm, flowing, waiting juices. Giles cursed the restraints that rendered his hands useless. How he longed to touch. She impatiently bumped against him, silently urging him on. Pressing closer, he thrust out his tongue and slid it along her slit. She ground into him as he repeated the motion. Although his tongue thrust deeply, he was unable to get the penetration he desired. Instinctively his hands struggled against their bindings as he became frustrated at not being able to use his fingers to open her to him. Clearly she was feeling the same frustration. She moved fractionally away from him. He could almost hear the ticking of her brain as she sought to solve this dilemma.

Then he felt her foot quickly brushing across his thighs before it settled on the seat of his chair on the opposite site from where she was standing, her heel dug slightly into the side of his butt-cheek. By raising her leg in this manner, she’d spread herself wide open for him. Tilting her pelvis forward a little, she again pushed her pussy against his mouth. He delved in eagerly. His tongue now easily finding what it sought. He ran it along the inside of her outer lips before drawing her fatter, puffier ones jointly into his moist mouth. Gently holding them there, he laved them thoroughly before expertly driving his tongue between them. He heard her sharp intake of breath as his tongue, with unerring accuracy, thrust straight into her freely flowing passage. He shoved it deeply, withdrew and shoved again. She moaned. Withdrawing it, he then searched for, and easily found, her swollen, sensitive clit. His tongue flicked at it several times then rested against it. Pushing harder to increase the pressure, he started rotating his tongue moving the hardened nub in circles. Her short, labored breathing and the feel of her quivering thigh muscles against the side of his head told him she was nearly there. He moved his tongue and thrust it back into her slick hole. Her hands dug wildly into his scalp and she came, her juices running freely over his waiting, lapping tongue.

They were motionless, suspended in time. The sound of broken breathing filled the room as she fought to regain her composure. Finally she lowered her leg and stepped back.

She leaned over and kissed him, as if to say thank-you. As their tongues met, her hand trailed down his chest. This time she didn’t stop at his belt buckle. He felt her hand cup his cock, which was still straining desperately against his fly. She wrenched her mouth from his and set to work, undoing his confining clothing. Her hand slipped behind him to his lower back urging him to lift his hips. He managed to raise them just far enough for her to be able pull down his trousers and boxers. They pooled around his lower legs.

Instantly her hands were on him. His relief at finally having her warm hands touching his engorged flesh was palpable. His cock surged against her fingers. She explored him here as thoroughly as she had his torso earlier. She ran her fingertip around his velvet-like tip, lightly smearing his leaking pre-cum. Her moistened finger traced the length of the underside of his shaft to its base. She gently cupped his balls before releasing them and wrapping her hand around his sturdy thickness. He moaned in ecstasy she began sliding her hand up and down his length. Suddenly her hand stilled. He felt the wet tip of her tongue darting out, experimentally tasting him. Her lips closed around him and he gave another groan as he anticipated her taking him in deeper.

All of a sudden, he was left feeling bereft as she backed away from him completely. He started to voice his disappointment but closed his mouth again when her felt her hands on his shoulders, supporting her as she once more straddled him. Oh dear Lord! She was really going to do it! This woman, whose identity was a complete mystery to him, was actually going to fuck him as he was tied to the chair! He’d heard about women raping men but he knew this wasn’t the case here. He’d consent to this the moment he’d sucked her tits and licked her pussy. Not once had the word no passed his lips. Nor would it he realised, as another picture of Buffy imposed itself on his mind. In fact, if by some chance he were suddenly released from his binds at this moment, all he would do would be to tumble them both onto the floor so he could ram himself forcefully and repeatedly into her until they both screamed in orgasm.

But, he wasn’t released from his binds. She was the one in control. She removed one of her hands from his shoulder and he felt her use her fingers to position herself over the head of his cock. Gradually she sank down an inch or so, holding him just inside of her opening. He gasped as she contracted her internal muscles, clamping around him. His hips were instinctively trying to thrust upwards but he wasn’t able to get any real penetration. “Slide down!” he ordered hoarsely, breaking her ‘no talking’ rule for the first time. She didn’t seem to mind though, as she readily heeded his words and thrust down, engulfing him completely inside herself. They both sighed at the pure bliss of the moment. His cock surged and twitched inside her sopping tightness. Using her feet and legs she pushed up and then eased back down. As she found her rhythm, Giles hungrily mouthed her bouncing breasts. She greedily pushed at his head, urging him closer.

She picked up the pace, as the tension built for both of them, her rocking movements becoming more feverish. Finally, using her quivering legs, she pulled up for the final time. She clenched herself around his head and, maintaining the contraction, drove back down on him. Giles shuddered in response to the increased tightness. Fully impaled, she released her hold only to rapidly clench again, feeling him twitch in reply. She kept clenching and releasing until suddenly it was no longer a voluntary action. Arching her back, she desperately tried to stifle the scream that tore from her lips as the spasms overtook her. Giles’ climax was instantly triggered by hers. His white hot release spurted rhythmically in time to her milking spasms.

Sated, her sweat slickened body slumped against his. Gradually, their shallow, rapid breathing became more even. They stayed like this for what seemed an eternity and yet, still no words passed between them. Suddenly she pushed herself off his chest. He was dumbfounded when he felt her place the gag from around his neck back over his mouth. She reached behind his head and pulled it tight.

Then she was standing up. His now flaccid cock fell from her with a slightly audible ‘plop’. He felt some of their mixed juices run from her, trickling down her and pooling across his thighs. She moved away totally from him.

The next thing her became aware of was the sound of her departing footsteps. He panicked. Surely she hadn’t just gathered her clothes and left? For the first time since she’d entered the house Giles became fully aware of his surroundings. The living-room! Anybody could have walked in and seen them. They still could! He suddenly became very aware of his nakedness. He tested the security of his restraints again. It was no good. If the woman didn’t return, this was how he was going to be found. Tied up, naked and with the obvious sight of drying cum splattered over his lower body. As embarrassing as that thought was, a darker, kinkier side of his nature found the idea of Anya, Willow, Tara, or God help him, even Buffy discovering him like this oddly arousing. Incredibly, he felt his cock begin to harden again. Just great! Now he would have to add ‘erect’ to the list as well!

To his immense relief, he heard the footsteps again. She was back. He felt her warmth as she stood near to him. He presumed she must have glance down at his renewed arousal because he heard her give a delighted, low, throaty chuckle. Something familiar about that chuckle teased at the recesses of his mind but he wasn’t given the opportunity to dwell on it as he felt her loosen the gag from his mouth. He felt something being pressed against his lips. The tug on his hair told him that she wanted him to open his mouth. Trustingly he obeyed. Instantly a cool sweet dollop of whipped cream was squirted onto his tongue. Her tongue joined his in sharing the treat. Delicious!

Splat. Another dollop fell on the side of his neck. Then he felt his chest being liberally coated. Then his thighs. Finally, she sprayed his cock, starting at the head, along the topside of his shaft, then the underneath, ending with a last dollop being applied to his balls.

She started enthusiastically cleaning him up, beginning at his neck. She was obviously intent on doing a thorough job, he soon realised. Her busy tongue wasn’t going to miss a thing! She cleansed his chest not missing a single inch of him with her tongue. By the time she knelt between his legs, Giles was squirming and panting hard, but she would not be rushed. His thighs received the same slow, torturous treatment. Finally, after what seemed an age to him, she turned her attention to his rock hard cock. He shuddered as she began lapping like a kitten at the cream, methodically following the same path she’d used when putting it there. After she’d released his now clean balls from her mouth, she returned to his tip. She opened her mouth and took him in, sliding down and then pulling back, sliding down a little further, pulling back. He assisted her as much as he could by rocking his hips as much as his restraints would allow. Eventually she had him entirely in her mouth. Even though his mind was foggy with barely controlled passion, Giles couldn’t help but be impressed by the woman’s skill. He was a large man, and this was the first time ever he’d been fully swallowed.

Suddenly she sucked in, and even this vague thought was driven from his mind. As she continued sucking, he dimly became aware of her upper arm as it rested against the inside of his thigh and of the rhythmical movements it was making. He realised her fingers must be working on her clit. His mind again conjured up a picture of this being Buffy, kneeling naked between his legs, her blonde head bobbing up and down as she sucked him, and pleasuring herself at the same time. This image quickly pulled him over the edge. “I’m cumming!” he gasped frantically, wanting to give her the opportunity to move. She didn’t. As he began spurting his release, she altered the rhythm of her sucks, timing them to occur between spurts. She swallowed it all. As his cock softened, she eased it out of her mouth. The bumping of her arm against his legs increased as her fingers began working harder. Her torn breathing rapidly became more ragged, then she screamed and he knew that she too had orgasmed.

Time passed and their breathing slowly returned to normal. He heard her reluctant sigh as she moved away. He felt his trousers being drawn up along his legs. A quick, hard pinch to the side of his butt-cheek had him hurriedly raising his hips so she could finish pulling them up. She correctly fitted his boxers but left his fly unzipped. She must have moved again because he next felt her pulling at the clothing which held his arms in place behind the back of the chair. She pulled his undershirt up, stretched it over his head and then pulled it down over his torso. She flipped the sides of his shirt up from behind his shoulders and quickly proceeded to re-button it. Smoothing him down, she then tucked the hem of his shirt inside the still loose waistband of his trousers. She slipped her hand down the front, allowing herself one last, lingering caress of his boxer clad cock before zipping him up and buckling his belt.

Her next actions totally astounded him. She’d obviously picked up the rope, which she had earlier untied from around his upper body, for he felt the rope being looped around him again and then refastened. “What are you doing?” he demanded. Her response was to pick up the gag from around his neck, place it back over his mouth and retighten it.

Then she was no longer beside him. He correctly guessed that she was now dressing herself. Unbeknown to her, he discovered that, in the process of redressing him, she had inadvertently loosened his blindfold. He could feel it gradually slipping upwards. He began shaking his head, hoping to dislodge it further. It was working.

At that same moment, he suddenly heard muffled voices at the front door. Someone was here! He gave one final vigorous shake of his and the blindfold suddenly slipped off the top of his head and went flying. Unfortunately it took his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the change in light. The fact that the room was darkened helped, but even then, by the time he could make anything out, he was too late. She was gone. The slamming of the back door was the only last remaining evidence of her presence.

The Scoobies walked in the front door. Giles moaned to get their attention. They spotted him but, much to his frustration, they were more concerned about the house having been trashed than they were about untying him. The front door flew open again and Buffy walked in. She glanced briefly around the ransacked livingroom then her eyes fell upon Giles and a wicked grin spread across her face. She quickly urged the others to go and check things out upstairs, promising them that she would untie him. She watched them leave and then turned back to face him. Her hands went to her hips and she started openly laughing at him.

Giles glared at her. Continuing to look at her, he became suspicious. There was something else behind her laughter. Something knowing. Looking even closer, he thought that she had the look in her eyes of a woman who had very recently been well…fucked. Or was it just his wishful thinking? Surely it hadn’t been her?

Finally Buffy stopped laughing and with a shrug walked over to him and began untying him. At last he was free! He groaned as he stood up. His legs ached, not only from having been tied for so long but also from the vigorous activity his body had been subjected to. Rubbing his wrists, he kept looking at Buffy who he was almost certain was looking back at him with a degree of smugness. He took a chance. He lunged at her, dragging her forcefully against him. Before she could say a word, he pressed his mouth against hers and thrust his tongue between her lips. He had his answer. Inside her mouth he could definitely detect the lingering combined tastes of whipped cream and sex.

He raised his head. “I knew it was you!”

She didn’t bother denying it. Instead she smiled that same smug smile. “Liar!”

He smiled back. “Well, I imagined it was you!” he amended truthfully.

They kissed again only stopping when they heard footsteps nearing the top of the stairs.

“We’ll continue this later.” Giles quietly growled into her ear as he released her.

“Anytime, Lover…Anywhere!” came her reply.

End.