Rewards, by M. McGregor

Chapter 14

The coin tumbled swiftly through the air. Faith’s hand snatched it easily, and slapped it down on the palm of her left hand. Feeling decidedly more comfortable now that she was interacting with Xander instead of the other Scoobies, she looked across at him.

“Heads,” he said.

Faith moved her right hand away, revealing that the quarter was indeed showing heads. Xander shook his head in disbelief.

“What’s that now?” he wondered. Anya stood behind the counter, leaning over slightly to rest her elbows on it as she scribbled the latest result.

“87 right out of 104 tosses,” she informed him. “We should really plan a trip to Las Vegas as soon as possible. Or buy some lottery tickets.”

“I-I’ll chip in if Xander’s buying,” Tara said with a slight smile. She shrugged as the others all gave her questioning looks. “What? He’s lucky. I can’t get in on it?”

Willow grinned and kissed her cheek. “You’re cute.”

“Hey, I’m cute,” Xander opined. “I don’t get kisses?”

Willow gave him a mock scowl. “Don’t you think you’re getting enough already?”

Xander looked sheepishly at Faith. As he did so, Anya leaned over the counter and kissed him happily on the cheek. “You’re cuter than Tara, so you can demand a higher number of kisses on the free market.” She let herself fall back to the floor, and glanced at Tara. “Although Tara should really be getting more than just one set, given her general level of attractiveness.”

Tara blushed, Willow scowled, and Xander cleared his throat. Faith tried not to let the others know she was grinning.

“Anyway,” Xander said, barreling through the awkwardness. “Let’s get to flipping, otherwise Giles’ll make us restock the newt eyes or something.” He sighed and gave Faith an exaggerated look of boredom. “I can’t believe Giles found a way to make all of this boring.”

Giles was talking with Buffy in private, so the others were doing idle research on the nature of the reward. It was generally agreed upon that learning about the reward without the intent to remove it would be safe. Xander had enlisted Faith to be the designated coin tosser. He hoped it would help her feel more like one of the group. They sat in two chairs in front of the counter; Anya perched between them keeping score. Willow and Tara were going through various tomes at the large table in the middle of the room.

They were in the middle of the one hundred and eighty-sixth toss when Giles and Buffy emerged from the back room. Buffy was looking surprisingly relieved, although Giles looked very uncomfortable holding her leash.

“Hey,” Xander said as he got up to take the end of the leash from Giles, who was very grateful to part with it. Buffy’s smile turned shy as Xander held the leash in one hand, and casually put the other behind her back to lead her towards the counter. “Everything good?”

“Surprisingly so,” Giles said. He took a seat beside Willow, and glanced at some of the notes she’d scribbled down.

“Yeah?” Xander turned Buffy slightly to look at her. “Giles isn’t going to char-broil me?”

“No,” Buffy said, rolling her eyes. Then a mischievous look flashed in her eyes, and she took a deep breath. “I mean… No, Sir.”

Xander giggled nervously and quickly looked to the others. “I-I didn’t—”

“They should get used to it,” Buffy said quietly. She stepped closer to him. “So should you.”

Wiping his face, Xander tried to smile. “Uh, right. Sure. Used to it. Piece of cake.”

“Buffy may be correct,” Giles sighed, taking off his glasses. “We may all need to prepare ourselves to deal with the realities of this new situation. I’m sure you’ll all do your best to keep private things private, but it seems obvious that some things will be, ahem, spilling over into your normal lives. Buffy, you may wish to think about what you’re going to tell your family.”

Xander felt a vengeful grin slide onto his face as Buffy turned beet red at the thought of explaining any of this to her family.

“In the meantime, I know that I will attempt to take this in stride. I’d suggest to you, Xander that you experiment — carefully — with some of the control you have over Buffy and Faith. It may be important to know your exact limits.”

“What do you mean?” Xander asked.

“I’m not certain. At the very least it seems there is a level of personal interpretation involved in your orders. But one wonders, could you order them to do anything? To do the impossible? Or would they merely attempt it without succeeding? You seem able to enforce mental commands, could you enforce physical ones as well? If you could, think of the benefits. You could order them to be healed, order them to be stronger or more durable. Even without a physical change, you might be able to order Buffy to focus her mind when she trains, or to block out distractions when doing mental exercises. There are many possibilities.”

“Wow,” Xander said. “And here I was just going to make them cluck like chickens whenever I ring a bell.”

Faith snorted, then looked quickly away as the others glanced at her. Xander grinned at her, always happy with a good audience.

“Just experiment, assuming Buffy and Faith are willing,” Giles said. “Although I doubt you’ll have much trouble there.” It was hard not to notice the eager excitement in Buffy’s face.

“Right. Experiment. I can do that.”

“Aside from that, we’ll continue looking into the reward, and learn what we can. At the very least we can try and ascertain the full effects of the magic, and see if we might find a way to make the situation easier for all concerned.”

Xander nodded slowly, more than a little dumbfounded. He hadn’t realized it, but he’d been assuming talking with Giles would end this whole wacky charade, and he’d be off the hook. Now it seemed there wasn’t going to be any removal of the reward anytime soon, if ever. Part of that scared him out of his mind, because he wasn’t so sure he wanted to treat Buffy and Faith the way they seemed to desire it, especially for the fear of what it meant if he enjoyed it.

Then again, he was also excited. With this reward he might be able to really help both Buffy and Faith, and, if he was being honest with himself, it wasn’t exactly awful to have two gorgeous Slayers at his beck and call. He’d made a kind of promise to get over his uncomfortable feelings regarding the whole slave thing, but he was finding it easier said than done.

Buffy trusted him, and he suspected that Faith might as well. The trouble was, did he trust himself?

He would have to. He was the in-charge guy, and as Anya had said, Buffy and Faith were looking for him to embrace that. It wasn’t that he was completely unfamiliar with that kind of relationship. With Anya as a girlfriend, he had at least a passing knowledge of virtually every kind of sexual relationship in existence. Anya had once discussed with him the feasibility of a long-term experiment of a master/slave relationship, although it was never clear which of them was supposed to be the master and which was supposed to be the slave. They’d decided against it for the time being, but he knew something about it. He’d just never expected to be thrust into such a relationship.

It was difficult to reconcile two different concepts. How would he order, use, and possibly even degrade two women he wanted to worship, love, and cherish? Could he keep those things together, and trust in his love for them even as he played the role?

He thought that he could, if he was giving those orders, using them, and degrading them because it was what they desired. As long as they knew he cared for them, as long as it was clear that it was about trust and security. Buffy, it seemed, felt comfortable with him being in that position because she knew he could be trusted to take her on that journey.

Master Xander. It just didn’t sound right.

Except when Buffy called him “Sir,” there was such emotion behind the word. It carried such strength of will and purpose, like she was determined to prove to him he was that creature. It felt so strange to think about Buffy’s submissive attitude as brave, yet that’s what it felt like to him. A strength of character that awed him.

So it was real, and it wasn’t going away. Buffy was his to do with as he wanted. Faith was his to do with as he wanted. Possibilities flooded into his mind. Buffy, Faith, even Giles seemed to be saying that he needn’t feel guilty, that it was okay for him to embrace it. And hadn’t he told Buffy he would? Hadn’t he accepted both Slayers as “his?”

The decision had already been made. It was time he took charge. Maybe he didn’t quite trust himself, but he trusted them. He trusted Anya, trusted Buffy, and yes, even trusted Faith, or at least that part of her he saw struggling to get free. If they trusted him, and he trusted them, then he’d have to trust himself as well.

“This is really beyond belief,” Giles said as he flipped through some of the papers. His glasses hung down at the tip of his nose, almost sliding off his face as he looked from one document to the next.

For Faith, the day was going better than she expected. The hostility she’d expected from everyone was really only palpable from Buffy and Willow, and she found that she could accept, understand, and endure that hostility thanks to Xander and Anya.

They’d spent nearly two hours researching and testing Xander’s new luck. Faith truly enjoyed the simple job of coin-flipper during those experiments. It let her be involved without having to engage in the banter of the Scoobies. She still wasn’t sure how to act around them, or even how to act around anyone at all. Coin flipping gave her something to do, and gave her an excuse to stay close to Xander.

Researching had discovered very little, and only seemed to confirm that there wasn’t much they could do about the reward. For the time being, it seemed that any information they would get would be what they could figure out on their own.

Faith shifted slightly in her seat, thinking about Giles’s suggestion that Xander experiment with his control over her and Buffy. To have Xander fully in control of her, setting her limits and keeping her tethered was an idea that gave her an odd sense of longing. Xander had accepted her, and now she was his, and it sounded as if that was never going to go away. She was afraid even to think about it; for fear that it might dissolve into nothingness.

After experimenting with Xander’s luck, which seemed to have an almost ninety percent success rate, Giles reminded Buffy that they were on their regularly scheduled training day. To the surprise of everyone, Buffy’s leash had vanished in an instant, and her clothing flashed, transforming into a pair of fairly tight sweatpants, a black sports bra, simple sneakers, and a black strip of ribbon tying her hair up.

The change gave Giles pause, and afterwards he advised Xander to see what they could figure out about the appearing and disappearing of Buffy and Faith’s apparel, and if he could get any control over that. It seemed, at the very least, that whenever Buffy had something “normal” to do, the restrictions of the bondage magic would leave her alone.

On the other hand, she was still dressed to show off her body, a fact that did not pass by Faith unnoticed. Truthfully, anything with breasts seemed unable to pass by Faith unnoticed. She was constantly sneaking looks at Anya, Willow, Tara, or Buffy. The girls held such a powerful allure for her now. They were all so sensuous, soft, and uniquely beautiful. If it weren’t for the fact that Xander made her breath catch in her throat, she’d be under the impression that guys didn’t exactly cut it for her anymore.

Xander made her feel like nothing she’d ever experienced before. After Buffy had retreated to the back room to practice her meditative handstanding, Xander took Faith’s leash and silently led her over to one of the small tables. They sat down together, and he scooted his chair close to hers without a word.

Spread out on the table were all the documents proclaiming Xander her legal owner. There were a lot of papers, and Xander was having trouble figuring out just what everything meant. So when Giles had finished helping Buffy in the back, he joined them at the table to begin looking through the papers.

That was when, as Giles made quiet humming sounds, Xander had taken her hand in his, and squeezed it gently. Since then, she’d been holding his hand, and fuck her if it wasn’t the most exciting thing she could ever remember doing.

“Are you aware of the monthly salary you’ll be receiving due to this, Xander?”

“Salary?” Anya was suddenly there, hands on Xander’s shoulders and leaning over the table. Faith blinked, her mouth opening slightly in a surprised grin. She hadn’t even heard her approaching.

“Yes, it seems the government will pay for Faith’s living expenses while in your care, as well as small amount of restitution for you, Xander. It’s not much, but—”

“How much?” Anya asked, taking the seat on the other side of Xander. She looked to her boyfriend eagerly. “With a supplemental income we could get a bigger place!”

“We just got a place,” Xander reminded her.

“Yes but now we need a place that’s big enough for four people. We’ll definitely need more than one bathroom, that’s for sure. Showering with Buffy was fun, but very distracting, and if I get a job I won’t have time to play with her boobs every morning, and you know she’s going to wa—”

“Ahn!” Xander squeaked, trying not to look at Giles, who was wiping a particularly invisible smudge off of his glasses with nearly violent fervor. “Money. Let’s talk about money, not about se—, not about that.”

“Okay,” Anya said, brightly. “How much is it?”

Giles slid the paper over to her, and Anya looked down at it. “Oh, that’s not much.”

“More than nothing,” Xander said.

“That’s true.” Anya smiled slightly. “Plus we can have Faith get a job as well. As her owner you have full control over her finances. If the three of us are working, we can help put Buffy through college, which puts us in a position to demand a percentage of all her future earnings, particularly if she’s living with us as our slave.” She looked around, frowning. “Where is Buffy, anyway? We’ll need to discuss her college plans, and find out what degree she’ll be trying to get. I don’t think we should settle for anything less than a lawyer, do you?”

“Uh…”

“Of course, we may want Faith to go to college too. Maybe even the two of us, once they’re rich and successful. We could have Faith be a doctor and Buffy be a lawyer, and then when they’re making the big money that’s when you and I go to college. I’ll major in business, of course, and you can learn all about wood.”

“I think we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves, Ahn. Let’s just figure out where we’re at, for now. We can worry about putting Faith to work later.” He squeezed her hand reassuringly, and Faith, feeling a happy thrill, squeezed back.

“Fine. We might want Faith to stay at home as a maid anyway.”

Faith let out the barest hint of a whimper, recalling how she’d been put to work cleaning the apartment the day before. It had been oddly satisfying, like she was paying Xander back for how nice he’d been, and how awful she’d been. The idea of greeting Xander in that sexual parody of a maid’s uniform as he came home after a hard day at work was making her wet. She could take his jacket, make him a drink, and just sit with him as he relaxed. He’d tell her what a great job she did at making the apartment look nice, and then maybe he’d thank her the way Anya had the day before.

It felt strange, to be daydreaming about doing housework, but she guessed that was one of the things Gimmel had done. She was Xander’s slave, and doing menial tasks for him excited her. Especially because those tasks meant he was accepting her into his household, into his life. She would be his trusted and beloved servant, toy, and maybe, if she was brave enough to think about it, his lover.

“The odd thing,” Giles said, ignoring Anya’s discussion on the future of their household. “Is the re-writing of reality to accommodate Faith’s release. I can almost recall being at the courthouse the day of this ruling, even though I know it never truly occured. And it sounds as if Angel had no recollection that this new reality was not the true one.”

“That’s the odd thing?” Xander scoffed. “The leashes, the collars, the orders, those aren’t odd?”

Giles rolled his eyes. “No, of course not. I just meant that — well it speaks highly of the power involved, that reality was altered on such a scale. That sort of thing is not to be taken lightly.”

“Believe me, I’m taking it all heavily,” Xander said.

“Yes, well. It seems that despite the laws of the land, you are indeed Faith’s legal guardian and owner. It’s, well I must admit, just a little frightening. In the eyes of the United States Government, you have full autonomy to do whatever you like with Faith.”

Faith felt a little flutter in her stomach. He could do whatever he wanted to her. He was in complete control. It felt so strangely freeing. He squeezed her hand again, and she leaned slightly closer to him.

“So, Faith,” Giles said, clearing his throat. “If you’re to be remaining in Sunnydale, I think I should offer my services as Watcher once again, should you decide to take up duties as Slayer.”

“You mean should Xander decide,” Anya corrected. Faith bit down a smile.

“Um, yes. I suppose so. In any case, if the decision is made that you’ll be resuming duties as the Slayer, I will of course assist you the same way I assist Buffy.”

“That’s good,” Xander said before Faith could speak. “Two Slayers are way better than one, and this time I get to make sure they don’t get all catfighty with each other.” He nudged Faith gently, and waggled his eyebrows. “Except, you know, for when I want you to get all catfighty.”

Giles cleared his throat, but said nothing. Faith flushed red, and sank against him a little more as he put his arm around her. “I think maybe I’ll do a little foot putting down on this one and say that Faith’s definitely going to do the Slayer training bit, even if she doesn’t want to actually go on patrol. Couldn’t hurt, right?”

Giles nodded slowly, as if coming to terms with the idea of Xander as the authority where Faith was concerned. “That is my feeling.”

“Okay then,” Xander said, exhaling slowly. “You’ve got yourself another Slayer.”

Looking from Faith to Xander, Giles took a slow breath, and then let it out. “If I’m to deal with the reality of this situation, perhaps I should learn to discuss with you anything I would otherwise think to discuss with Faith,” he said after a few moments.

Xander lowered his head to look at Faith. She looked down at the table, a nervous excitement running through her. Then he nodded once. “We’re all in this together now, and somehow I’m president of this wacky group. I’m supposed to take charge, right?”

Giles sighed. “So it seems.”

“Okay then. Yeah. When it comes to Buffy and Faith, they’re my responsibility now.”

“Very well,” Giles said. Then he leaned forward, and gave Xander a serious look. “I don’t need to give you the speech, do I?”

Xander looked up at him. “The ‘you-kill-me-if-I-mess-up’ speech?”

“Precisely.”

“Nope. I got you.”

“All right then. If you wish for me to train Faith as well, she can join Buffy in her sessions.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t worry, Giles,” Anya said, dismissing his concerns with a wave of her hand. “If anything, Xander will be too giving as owner. We’ll have to work on his attitude a little so he can treat them like actual slaves.”

“Yes,” Giles said with veiled sarcasm. “Good luck with that.”

“I thought I was doing good,” Xander muttered. “I didn’t even ask how she felt first.”

“It was a good first step,” Anya admitted. “But you’re still clearly guilty about it, despite how Faith is extremely aroused by the whole thing. See how she’s breathing all heavy, or how her pupils are dilated and her lips are swollen?”

Giles groaned and put his face in his hands. Anya continued right along.

“Watch,” she said, and leaned over Xander to quickly pinch Faith’s erect nipple through the thin material of her top. Faith grunted loudly in surprise and bucked against her chair as the pleasure/pain shot through her. It was all she needed to go over the edge, and she clung to Xander tightly as she tried not to scream through her orgasm.

“See?” Anya said as Faith came back to earth, panting and keeping her eyes closed against Xander’s shoulder. “Now imagine how she would feel if you’d ordered her around casually without any guilt.”

Faith imagined, and sighed pleasurably as Xander put his arms around her in a comforting, protective, and (dare she hope?) possessive gesture. She just hoped Anya could help him get over that guilt, because the thought of him using her so casually made her ache inside. It was the ultimate acceptance, and it had become her greatest fantasy.

He was watching her. Buffy balanced easily on her hands, legs held together and pointed straight into the air. She formed a perfect line, her body tight and muscles taut. With her eyes closed and her back to him, she doubted he realized she was aware of his presence.

Surprisingly, it didn’t distract her. Of course, Xander had told her to “go train hard,” and while it was mostly a lighthearted joke, she felt a sense of purpose to her training that had never been there before. By all accounts, her mind should have been focusing on the events of the last two days, or on the broad spectrum of desires she had boiling inside of her, from the raunchy and degrading to the loving and trusting.

Instead, her mind was mostly clear. She focused on her breathing, focused on her awareness, and focused on her sense of self. It was how she’d noticed him so easily when he slipped quietly into the room. So while she was fully aware of his eyes on her, only a small part was thinking of what that meant. If she weren’t so dedicated to her training, she’d likely have fallen over just thinking about Xander staring at her body, the curve of her ass, and the long length of her legs.

She wobbled slightly, and swallowed as she regained her balance. Maybe she wasn’t so focused after all. Taking a deep breath, she redoubled her efforts to “train hard.” Soon she was only dimly aware of Xander, and his presence was of little consequence. It felt to her like she was on the verge of that sixth sense of awareness that Giles was training her towards. She smiled slightly, and wondered if Xander’s casual order had helped her to reach a new level of skill.

When she opened her eyes, he was sitting in front of her, cross-legged with his head cocked to one side. His grin warmed her, and she felt her face heat as she smiled shyly at him.

“How’s the whole upside-down thing working out for you?” he asked, glancing up at her legs.

“Pretty good, once you get past the whole head-rushy thing.”

“Hmm,” he nodded with an exaggerated look of thoughtfulness. “I’ll have to remember that in case you’re ever upside down for some other reason.”

“Oh,” she breathed.

“We got some more talking to do,” he said, sighing a little. “Giles said you’re about done here, so you can stop now.”

“Okay.” She pushed off from the ground and did an impressive somersault in mid-air, landing on her feet. She blinked quickly as the blood rushed from her head. Xander gazed up at her with a small smile on his face. Buffy raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“I was just thinking about you,” he said as he got to his feet. He stood in front of her, and put his hands on her bare arms. “Did you know you always make me stare when you’re wearing your workout clothes?”

Buffy grinned naughtily. “Kinda.”

“Kinda, huh?” he rolled his eyes. “Well you got me thinking about how often I’d fantasize about you.”

“Was it a lot?” she looked up at him through her eyelashes, grinning coyly.

“A lot.”

She was having a hard time not fantasizing about him. A dozen fantasies flitted through her head. Some were sweet, some were frightening, some were raunchier than anything she’d imagined before, and some were just embarrassing. All threatened to have her moaning on the spot.

“And I realized,” Xander said, his face drawing towards hers. Buffy felt her lips slowly pulled towards his as she held her breath. “I don’t have to fantasize anymore. Any time I feel like it…I can be with you, Buffy.”

“Any time,” she whispered, nearly shaking. His hand cupped the side of her face, and he kissed her slowly. Her eyes slid closed, and she moaned softly as his other hand went around her, gripping her ass firmly and pulling her towards him. The moan graduated into a muted whimper of breathlessness.

“That could be a problem,” he said when the kiss was ended and she was left panting for air. “We’ll never get anything done. I’ll just want to play with you all the time.”

“Guess we’ll have to live with it.”

He grinned and kissed her again, this time with both hands kneading her ass cheeks. The grip was firm and rough, exactly what she was craving. The strength in his fingers against the strength of the Slayer’s muscles, digging into her and exerting his will. She breathed deeply through her nose, luxuriating in the taste of him, and let out a surprised little yelp when he picked her off the ground and stumbled towards the wall.

Her back slammed against it with surprising force, but she paid it no mind, crushing her lips against his instead. She could feel his erection pressing against her, and struggled with the desire to keep kissing him and the desire to drop to her knees. His touch decided the battle for her, and she moaned into his mouth.

Xander pulled his head back, and she gasped, licking her lips to savor his taste. Slowly, he let his hands rise up her body, tracing up her sides and then down her arms. He took each wrist in hand and lifted her arms over her head. Holding them together, he pressed them gently against the wall. “Keep your hands up,” he said, and she whimpered again as she nodded. She kept her hands as high as they could go.

Then the light flashed, and she felt her body lifted slightly off the ground, her toes just barely touching the floor as her wrists were held high above her head. Glancing up, she had to press her legs tightly together when she saw her wrists encased in the padded cuffs and chained to the ceiling. It was happening even here. She was bound before him, and out in the real world.

“Wow. Wasn’t expecting that,” Xander remarked. “Although maybe I should’ve.”

He looked back down at her, and took a step back. She whined wordlessly, missing the feel of his touch, the taste of his lips. Her pussy ached as he looked slowly down her body, then back up.

“Xander,” she pleaded.

“Shh,” he whispered. “I’m looking at you.”

“Oh god,” she said in a breathy, nearly silent voice.

“I can’t believe I get to stare at you,” he said, grinning sheepishly, as if he were a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar. The grin turned almost wolfish.

Hyenaish her mind suggested.

“I can’t believe you want me to stare at you,” he continued, deliberately staring at her breasts as he stepped close to her again. Buffy tried to flex her toes to move just a little closer to him, but she had barely any purchase at all, and was forced to hang against the wall, hoping he would touch her.

He looked into her eyes. “I’m going to look at your boobs,” he told her. “I, Xander Harris, am going to stare at Buffy Summers’ breasts. Then, when I’ve given them a thorough examination, I’m going to touch them. Do you realize just how incredible that is?”

“So incredible,” she whined, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Touch me, please. Please, Xander.”

She closed her eyes and moaned as he stood nearly on top of her, his arms going around her to undo the clasp of her bra. He kissed her neck as he did, and she whined with every touch, attempting to bare as much of her neck to him as she could in the hopes that he would never leave it alone.

He stepped back again when the bra was gone, and she felt the humid air of the training room against the stiff ache in her nipples. Xander let the bra drop to the floor, forgotten at once. Buffy panted as he stared at her, as her best friend, Xander Harris, looked at her firm titties, staring at her engorged nipples and knowing she was desperate for him to touch her. Xander was looking at her, Xander could always look at her, and Xander would always have looked at her. He got to do whatever he wanted to her, with her, for her, for him, and there was never anything that was going to change what was happening at that moment. This would always be, and it was just as poignant as it had been before.

“These are… incredible,” he said, going with his previous word. His eyes seemed latched onto her body, soaking her in. She was unable to look at him, but unable to look away. She squirmed in her bonds, emphasizing the vulnerable feeling of submission that was washing over her. “You’re so beautiful, Buffy.”

“Xan-der,” she moaned. “Don’t.”

“Don’t?”

“Don’t,” she swallowed. “Don’t tease me?”

He reached out slowly, and touched her left nipple between thumb and forefinger, squeezing it lightly. She brought her knees up in a reflex action as stings of pleasure seemed to assault her body, spreading down from her nipples to her pussy. Her legs twisted to one side and her full weight was supported by the cuffs holding her by the wrists. Xander pulled the nipple slightly upwards.

“Teasing’s half the fun, Buffy. You know Anya used to have us do foreplay drills? She had a stopwatch and everything.”

She groaned. How was she supposed to pay attention to the sounds coming out of his mouth when he was torturing her with the gentle and constant pressure on her nipple?

“Might have to practice again now that you two are involved,” he continued, reaching out to gently clamp her other nipple. Buffy’s legs straightened and she shut her eyes tightly closed, biting her lip. “How long do you think someone could play with your tits before you came, Buffy?”

“I don’t know,” she gasped.

“Do you want to find out?”

“Anything. Anything, Xander. Please. Harder?”

“I’ve got more Buffy to look at,” he said, and her whine of protest surprised even her as his fingers left her. The dull tingle of pleasure that lingered on her nipples seemed to beg for something more. She silently prayed for the nipple rings to return. She wanted them now more than ever, and maybe if they were there, Xander would get the hint and maul her tits like no one ever had before.

Then all thought her left her as he slowly pulled down the waistband of her sweats, revealing smooth skin beneath. His thumbs slid across the silken softness of her thighs as he pulled them down, slipping it off her legs easily by pulling her body slightly away from the wall. Then he lowered her back down, and stepped back again before looking her over.

“This is unbelievable.” The awe in his voice was evident, and it served to make her blush even more than his staring. He shook his head in disbelief. “How is this real?”

She squirmed, her toes pointing towards the floor in what was either an attempt to regain some control or an attempt to assure herself she had none. The tips of her toes barely touched the floor. Her arms felt stretched, and despite the knowledge she could pull herself up easily thanks to Slayer strength, the concept of hanging there before him had her stunned into immobility.

It was unbelievable, Xander was right about that. Willow, Giles, and all the others were waiting just in the other room. Would they suspect what was happening to her? Would they realize Xander was taking too long because he’d decided to… do whatever it was he was doing?

Teasing her?

Playing with his new toy. Her thighs pressed tightly together and she grit her teeth, enjoying the thought. There he was, staring at her with so much love, joy, and utter astonishment. She felt in that instant like his true love and his greatest possession. She was his Treasure. His to use, his to enjoy, his to relish and bask in.

Slowly and deliberately, Buffy let her legs slide apart. She hung in her shackles, her eyes rising to Xander’s, and let her feet hover barely an inch off the ground. Xander stared back at her, and smiled, perhaps a little sadly, or perhaps just with more emotion than anyone had ever smiled at her before.

Then he was against her, his palms against her breasts and his lips against hers. The force of it surprised her, and the strength of his touch thrilled her. Her nipples seared beneath the roughness of his palms before being caught between the knuckles of his thumb and index fingers. He pressed them tightly together, and she bucked wildly, her legs nearly kicking him as she wrapped them around his waist in an attempt to steady herself against the biting nature of it. He squeezed both breasts in his hands, pushing them up and letting the friction of his touch burn at her.

“You like that?” His voice was hot and insistent in her ear, and she was unable to respond as he caught her nipples again. She was panting with a constant high-pitched whine, but found herself unable to make the kind of loud screaming approvals that had come in her last encounters with Xander. She felt tiny and vulnerable, unable even to make a sound above a whine. Her legs pulled him close, and her muscles tensed and twisted with every touch.

His kisses trailed down her neck to her collarbone, and she felt her eyes roll back into her head as he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. He took it between his teeth, biting down slightly, and then pressed his tongue hard against it. Buffy nearly cried from the intensity of it, and hiccupped a squeal as his hand pinched her other nipple roughly.

Her legs around his back now, she might have worried about hurting Xander with her tight grip if she’d been capable of thinking about anything but his mouth on her. He would lick and suck gently for several long moments, lulling her into an almost hypnotic sense of slow, rolling pleasure, and then blast her into a full sexual frenzy by biting down hard or pulling down on her tit as far as it seemed possible to do. It was excruciatingly effective in driving her nearly insane with lust. She never wanted him to stop, just wanted to spend the rest of her life with Xander worshipping and torturing her tits. She could not imagine ever wanting more out of life.

“Nooo,” she whined when he pulled away from her breast with an audible pop, and slid back up her body. Her body was slick with sweat, and her breasts were heaving up and down with her breath as she stared pleadingly into his eyes.

“I can do this whenever I want, can’t I?” he asked.

“Xaanndeerr.”

“Can’t I?”

“Yes. All the time. Forever. Now?”

He grinned and flicked the tip of her nipple. Her entire body spasmed and she grunted loudly, but it was muffled as he kissed her deeply again. Her grunt turned into a bewildered moan of appreciation and then a squeaking yelp when she felt his middle finger dip inside of her. Her eyes opened wide.

“I can look at this body whenever I want,” he whispered. It was as if by saying it, he was making it true, both for her, and for him. He seemed almost disbelieving of his own words. “If I want you to walk around the apartment naked, that’s what you’d do.”

“Ungh.” Her well-thought-out reply was cut off by his finger stroking into her, and all she could do was let her head sag against his shoulder, nearly crying with the intensity of the moment, nearly overwhelmed by how much control he had over her.

“I came in here to talk to you about what we’re going to do,” Xander continued, sliding another finger in as he spoke. Buffy whimpered with each thrust, and kissed the side of his face and neck as he worked. “About what you were going to tell your mom. You’re going to stay with us, so we have to tell her something. But not tonight. When we’re done here, before you go on patrol, you just tell her you have to stay over for Slayer stuff.

“Ungh, Xander,” she gasped. “Y-Yes. Yes, Sir.”

“You like saying that, don’t you?” he grinned.

She pulled her head back, and managed a naughty but exhausted grin. “Yes, Sir.”

He shook his head ruefully. “It’s funny. I always thought I’d be yours. Never thought you’d be mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“One way or another,” he said, cryptically. “Either way, I think I’ll take it.”

“Yes,” she hissed, her eyes rolling back. “Take me. Take me, Xander.”

She felt it then, pressing against her slit, pressing insistently at her lower lips. The head of his cock, hard and throbbing with the heat of his life. He brought his forehead to hers, staring her in the eyes.

“You’ll come to the apartment after patrol,” he said, and then slid into her in one swift motion.

“Xander!” she squeaked, barely audible. “Oh God!”

“We’ll talk,” he said, pulling back and thrusting again. She had but a split second to mourn the loss of him before he was filling her again. Her legs clutched around his waist, trying to keep him in her, but somehow Slayer strength seemed unable to keep him from sliding out and in again. With every thrust, she gasped his name. “About us. About Anya. About Faith.” Each was punctuated with a thrust, and always his eyes remained locked on hers.

“Yes, Xander. Yes.”

“You’re so good,” he said, letting his head droop forward, and pressing his cheek against hers. His arms went around her waist, lifting her up further off the ground to guide her body in and out of him. The strength in his arms surprised her, and she marveled in his forceful insistence, the way he controlled her body. She felt small in his arms, as if it was nothing for him to lift her up and then drop her down on his cock, plunging into her and enjoying her. Anything he wanted, he got, and she could deny him nothing.

“Harder,” she pleaded, knowing she could not demand it. His pace quickened, picking her up and letting her drop down again, his muscles straining and flexing as he exerted his will. Buffy chanted his name as he slammed into her cunt, her ass slapping against the wall with every thrust.

“Buffy.”

“Xander. Yes. Xander.”

The size of him filled her, stretching her and shaping her. It felt as if her body was altering itself from within, altering to fit him, to grip him tightly wherever she could, to envelop his hardness and accept all of him. Muscles she was dimly aware of clenched down on him, silently pleading for him to stay inside of her, even as the act of sliding out and powerfully back in was making her buck and gasp against him.

He tweaked her tits again, and she squealed his name, and felt the last shred of her ability to maintain her composure slip away from her. The heat of him burned sweetly, and she groaned as he kissed her hard, his tongue searching for hers before swirling against her, each tasting of the other. This kiss was longer than the others and she attacked his mouth with her tongue, desperate to taste as much of him as she could, desperate to give up completely and feel even greater than she already did.

The edge had been reached and she was already tumbling over it with a broad smile on her face. Sex was not like this before. Buffy wasn’t even sure she could call it sex. The feel of the cuffs around her wrists, the pull against her arms, the vulnerability of her position and the way he manhandled her so easily, all of these things served to heighten her awareness and drive her arousal that much higher.

Her back went flat against the wall, held up by the shackles and the force of him pressing her against it. His cock sank deep into her with a slick and human kind of friction, soft and rough together. His hands held her waist just above the curve of her ass, and she loved the feel of his finger almost encircling her trim waist. How had she so long missed the size of him? The strength of him? The gentle insistence of his personality that translated so perfectly into the way he took her. He could be so beautifully sensitive and yet so forceful to the point of being frightening. God, she wanted him to be frightening.

She recalled that grin, that animalistic grin of lust and greed at the sight of her. Xander craved her, and now he was getting her, getting her in mind and body. Maybe, if she could make the journey, she could give him her soul too. Or perhaps there was no real maybe to it anymore. What if she was already his in every respect, she just didn’t quite know it yet?

All she knew was that she felt complete and she felt free. As Xander’s pace sped up and all coherent thought ebbed from her mind, she was able to hold onto that feeling. He mauled at her breasts, harder than any lover ever had, and she rode the pain with delightful enthusiasm. She wished she could scream, wished she could unashamedly let the others know just how deep her slavery to him now ran. She would scream his name as he came inside of her, and when she came out of the training room, they would all look at her and know Xander had fucked her. Then it would never go away. Then it would be real forever, and no one could ever make it not so.

Only it was real either way. That was what she focused on as Xander nipped lightly at the curve of her neck. This was real, and she was living it. She breathed his name over and over again into his ear, kissing at his earlobe and whispering things she would not recall when it was over. She was lost to it.

Then he grunted, and she felt his dick pulse within her. Buffy closed her eyes and let herself go. Her body tensed and Xander pushed into her deeper than ever, driving her several inches up the wall, the sweat on her skin letting her slide up easily. Her vision blurred as the maddening pleasure reached a final crescendo. She felt him spurt the first jet of his hot cum against the walls of her pussy, and she groaned, slamming her hips against him with as much strength as she could, holding him there so she could milk every drop. She would take him in, and some part of him would stay with her.

When she became aware again several minutes later, she was hanging limply by her wrists, her head sagging against his shoulder. Xander stood leaning tiredly against her, pinning her to the wall. She could feel his slowly softening cock still inside of her.

“Buffy,” he panted.

“Xander. That— Oh God.”

“You’re too hot,” he said, almost laughing as he exhaled sharply. “God, Buff. You’re too hot.”

She closed her eyes sleepily, dozing as she hung there. The intensity had drained her more than any training session ever could. When he moved slightly she shook with an orgasmic aftershock, and could hardly believe she was still so keyed up.

Xander kissed her cheek lightly, and she pulled her head back so he could kiss her lips. Exhausted, she gave him a weak smile. “Xander… how did you…” She licked her lips, and kissed him again, humming appreciatively as she did. “I wish I’d done this years ago.”

He did laugh that time, and kissed her cheek again. “I’ve been wishing that since I first met you.”

“W-we, I mean, um, you can, you know. Do this whenever you want. I won’t mind.” She bit her lip, half-hoping he would realize it for the understatement it was.

“I’ll be dead in a week with the three of you. Heck, you could wear me out all by your lonesome. I get the feeling Slayers don’t tire out.”

She shook her head, pressing her tongue against the back of her teeth as she grinned. “Nuh-uh. I could go all night. I did once, you know.”

He groaned good-naturedly. “I don’t think I could handle that.” He took a deep breath, and pulled slightly back, looking up at the chain that was secured to the ceiling. “That’s more exciting than I thought it would be.”

“I thought I was going to die,” she admitted.

“In the fun kind of way where you’re being figurative, right?”

“Super-figurative.” She looked up at her arms stretched high overhead. “It’s so…”

“Uncomfortable?”

“Incredible.” She decided to stick with that word. It seemed to fit the description.

“It makes you look all,” he let out a low whistle. “Long and womany. Does that make sense?” He took another half-step back, and she pouted ever so slightly as he slipped from her still soaking pussy. Then she shivered and squirmed as he ran his hands down her curves. “You’re beautiful like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”

“Xander,” she pleaded, looking down and hoping he’d know not to stop. “Don’t.”

His grin widened, with that hint of the animal finding its way onto his face. She swallowed and met his eyes. “Sorry, slave. I get to do what I like now. And I like looking at naked Buffys. Especially when they’re all shiny and panting.”

Her blush returned with a vengeance as he gazed at her for a few moments. A thoughtful look came to his face, and he looked up at her shackles. She could see his brow furrowing into the look that told her he was thinking hard. His face was so expressive, but it felt like she’d never really studied it before.

She breathed him in when he reached up, his body stretching against hers as he took hold of the cuffs around her wrists. For a few moments, his extra weight pulled down on the chain, but it was still nothing for her Slayer strength. Then he frowned and rocked back onto his heels. She realized he was still nude, and half-hard. His cock glistened with their combined juices, and she felt a momentary emptiness deep inside.

Their eyes met again, and he pursed his lips for a moment before he spoke. “Buffy?”

“Yes, Sir?” she whispered, feeling that giddy little naughty feeling in her stomach at addressing him as such. He smirked at her, and brushed his thumb against his cheek as he cupped the side of her face. She nuzzled against him, sighing happily.

“I’m glad you talked me into this.”

“Me too.”

“We have a lot to talk about,” he said. “And a lot to do. You guys are the slaves, but you’re still Buffy, okay? I’m still your friend, no matter what. That doesn’t go away. You can be slave Buffy, and I’ll be…” he shook his head in mild disbelief. “Master Xander, I guess. But you’re still Buffy and I’m still Xander.”

“I know.”

“Good,” he said, nodding resolutely. “I think our lives are going to be way interesting for a while, Buff. And I mean interesting for us, which is like ginormously interesting for those weird people who don’t kill slime demons at least once a month.”

He kissed her gently, and she sought to let it linger longer than he let it, licking her lips as he pulled back. “Buffy?”

“Yes?”

He looked up at the shackles. “I want you to be down now.”

“Xander, I—” she began, when suddenly the chain supporting her was gone, and she yelped in surprise as she dropped the short distance to the floor, landing lightly on her feet. She blinked at him, and looked down at her wrists, still bound together in the cuffs. “How?”

“I had a hunch. Seems like maybe the bondage stuff’ll go hog-wild on its own, but maybe if I take a little more control it won’t surprise us as much.”

“Oh,” she whispered, and looked down at her nudity, which suddenly felt much more embarrassing now that she was on her feet and standing across from him. She tried not to stare at his body, at the taut muscles of his abdomen, the slight trail of hair that led down to his penis, giving it a darker look in contrast to his already tan Californian skin. His cock was still slick and seemed half-hard, although the head was a dullish red color now instead of the purple it had been before. She licked her lips.

“Of course,” Xander said, putting his hands on her shoulders. “Maybe the surprise is half the fun, huh?”

“Mm-hmm,” she murmured. His dick seemed so different from others she’d seen. Maybe it seemed more impressive because part of her knew it held a powerful control over her. Xander controlled her, but everyone knew guys were controlled by their penises. She thought about it fully erect, and thought she might have some inkling of what her psychology class had meant about phallic symbols of power.

She pictured herself kneeling before him, his cock huge in her vision and begging to be worshipped. There could be no greater symbol of submission than worshipping Xander’s cock. It would be the greatest way to show him how fully she was committed to her new role. She swallowed again.

“I’m up here, Buffy,” Xander said with amusement, and lifted her chin again. Blinking, she realized she’d been staring at his cock for some time. “I have an idea.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. We need to get dressed and get back outside. But first, I want your hands behind your back.”

“Oh!” she exclaimed in a breathy whisper as the light flashed and she found her hands bound behind her back.

“Now get on your knees, Buffy.”

She stared at him as she sank quietly to her knees. His cock stirred slightly.

“I want you to clean my dick,” he said. “Then we’re getting dressed and heading out.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Without another word, she leaned her head forward, and caught his rapidly swelling cock in her mouth. She could taste herself and taste the remnants of his cum coating it. Without thinking of it, she moaned in appreciation. Xander shivered slightly.

“Oh, Buffy,” he groaned. “Whoa.”

She smiled to herself as best she could, and got to work. It was her duty, after all.

Xander might not have planned for her cleaning to turn into a slow blowjob in the training room, but Buffy was just a little proud that once she started on him, he seemed unable to ask her to stop. She sucked him off slowly and lovingly. When he came, she massaged the underside of his dick with her tongue and savored every jet of his sperm, swallowing with that incredible feeling of naughty decadence. She’d never done that before, but she could do no less for her owner. He would get everything from her. She was his slave.

When they were done, and Xander had recovered, he ordered the wrist cuffs off and they both got dressed. She felt sticky and deeply satisfied, yet still hungry for more. Once they were dressed and both looking reasonably presentable, he nodded at her.

“Guy could get used to that,” he said with a giddy little grin.

“I hope so,” Buffy said, impressed with her own brazen attitude. She felt kind of slutty, in that good sort of way where it was her own little secret. Hers and Xander’s. She’d been fucked in the back room and then sucked him off afterwards. And she’d loved every second of it.

They were just about to leave when Xander snapped his fingers. “Oh! I forgot.”

“What?”

“Well, uh, you were, you know, really good, right?”

“I was?”

He rolled his eyes. “Are you kidding me?”

She looked away, and twirled her finger through her hair. “Well, I mean, I know I’m not bad at it, but I don’t know tha—”

“Buffy? Trust me. You’re inventing a whole new kind of sexy here, okay?”

“I am?” she felt her chest swell slightly. She was sexy. A sexy girl that guys wanted to have sex with. But only Xander would, because she was his toy. Unless he wanted her to have sex with other guys. She nearly groaned out loud thinking of Xander fucking her with another guy. Then she really did groan when she thought about him fucking her with another girl. Anya. Willow. Even Faith.

Xander shook his head in amusement. “Nice to see you like compliments about the sex as much as you do anything else, Buff. Anyway, you did good, okay? And I think my job as owner guy is to reward you when you do something good.”

“Reward?” Buffy perked up at once, grabbing Xander’s arm in anticipation. “Is it presents? Or sex? Is it more sex?”

“Well, it’s gold,” he said, giving her a serious look. Buffy frowned at him, and then realization swept over her.

“Wait, you mean—”

“Yup,” he said, and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “For the rest of the day, you’re going to wear your nipple rings.”

The light flashed, and her knees buckled as she felt that biting pain shock through her. Xander caught her as she grit her teeth and rode a small but powerful orgasm out in his arms. When it had passed, she panted, breathing heavily. “Oh. Oh. Xander. Oh, God.”

“I wasn’t so sure that would work,” he admitted as she remained limp in his arms. Her nipples throbbed with that pain she craved, and she nearly sobbed against him as she attempted to regain her composure. He brushed her hair out of her face. “You seemed to like them.”

“Like?” she whimpered. “Oh God, you can see them through my— ungh!” She bucked again as the thought sent tremors of pleasure through her again. Xander held her easily, and once again she sagged, breathless.

“You okay?”

“Xander,” she whimpered. “I need to touch them. Please let me touch them?”

He seemed to think about it, and then shook his head. “No, I don’t want you to wear them out.”

“Xandeeerr,” she whined.

“You can ask Anya or Faith if you want,” he said with a mischievous grin. “Anya’ll probably do it if you do some chores for her.”

“Anything.”

“Careful. She’ll take you literally.”

“Xander,” she pleaded again. “You can’t give me them and not let me touch them.”

“I think I just did.”

He was going to tease her because he could, and because he knew she was craving it more than anything. She’d been fantasizing about him taking control for nearly two days, and now that he was it was both more intense, more pleasurable, and more frustrating than she had imagined.

Xander gave her a few moments to recover, and then helped her stand shakily on her feet. He brushed her hair back again, and gave her a thoughtful look. “Tell you what. A half-hour before you go on patrol you can touch them, and then the rings’ll disappear until you’re done. I don’t want you distracted out there.”

A half hour. Yes. She couldn’t wait.

“But after patrol, they come back, and you’re not allowed to touch them for twenty-four hours.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Like I said, you could always ask Anya or Faith.” He shrugged. “Or me, come to think of it.”

She put her hand between her legs and pressed down, moaning. “Xander.”

“And remember: No being distracted on patrol. When you’re doing Slayer stuff, you’re going to be focused and alert, okay? No getting hurt because you were thinking about this.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, breathlessly.

“Okay,” he said, and put his arm around her shoulder. “Tell me the truth, you enjoying yourself?”

“God yes.”

“Good as you had in your head?”

“Way better,” she said without a hint of hesitation.

“Just the beginning,” he assured her, and reached down to pat her butt gently, copping a quick feel as he did. “Man, how am I ever going to get enough of this?”

She didn’t know, but she hoped they never found out.