The already familiar sound of Buffy’s squealing whimpers were what drove Xander from his sleep. He woke to find Faith’s slack face snoring lightly before his own, seemingly oblivious to the sounds. Xander was almost surprised at how she could sleep through it, but then recalled the exhausting night she’d had and decided she deserved a little rest.
Blinking sleepily, he gave her a quick hug before sitting up. He frowned, drew his hand down his face as he yawned, and after only a moment’s hesitation let himself sink back down beside her. Hugging her a second time, Xander indulged his giddy-male impulses, and did a little squeezing and groping. Faith remained asleep, although she let out a low-throated groan when he gave her nipple a quick kiss.
He could do this whenever he wanted, he realized. If he wanted to, he could just have sex with Faith right then and there. He could even call Buffy over and have her involved too. It was beginning to dawn on him that there was really nothing keeping him from doing what he wanted.
That was such a strange feeling, because he felt like there should have been something to keep him from just going wild and having the hot sex whenever the mood struck him. Which, incidentally, was a lot. Any time he had the simplest little passing desire to touch, grope, fondle, or outright do the nasty, he could. Wonder of wonders, it even seemed like Buffy and Faith were waiting expectantly for him to start.
The whole thing was playing havoc with his sense of morals, not to mention his guilt. Xander was forced to remind himself that he’d made his decision, and everyone seemed in agreement. There were plenty of other things to worry about besides whether or not he should really be “Master Xander.”
Now there was something he never expected to hear. Particularly since the last “master” he knew had brainwashed him into eating bugs, and the one before that had actually killed Buffy. The title didn’t really hold a lot of good memories for Xander, but now it was his.
And by god did he ever feel silly about it.
Sighing, Xander closed his eyes, focusing on the sounds of Buffy coming from outside the bedroom. He was more than a little interested in finding out just what she and Anya were doing, but he was also a little afraid of getting in between anything. If they were having a good time, well then who was he to step in and ruin things?
Except wasn’t that what he was supposed to do? He was the owner; Buffy and Faith were his, thanks mostly to crazy magic, but also a little bit because of the two Slayers themselves. His eyes slid open, and he rolled over, staring at Faith.
She was nude; a fact that still seemed unbelievable. Naked and in his bed, with a peaceful look on her face and a thick collar around her neck. Reaching out, he traced the embossed metal letters that proclaimed her to be his property.
He was rock hard, staring at a beautiful naked woman who slept peacefully in his bed, and in his living room his girlfriend and his high school crush were doing something that was making the latter squeal in octaves that he was sure were making dogs howl.
He gave himself a moment to reflect on just how strange that was, and another to reflect on how wonderful it could be. A final moment was taken to remind himself that it could all come crashing down, and more than likely would at some point.
“Better enjoy it while it lasts,” Xander whispered to himself. Taking a deep inward breath through his nose, he got up to face the day.
It was a testament to how strange the last few days had been that Xander didn’t gawk for more than a minute at what he found in the living room.
Buffy was on the floor, with the collar as her only real article of clothing. Her back was arched and her breasts strained upwards, as her forearms seemed connected to her calves by thick leather and metal straps. Her right leg was connected to her right arm, and the same held true of her left arm and leg. A metal bar was spread between her knees, keeping the spread apart.
With her arms and legs under her, she was effectively immobile on the floor, on display and unable to do more than wiggle slightly. A bright red ball gag filled her mouth, with straps securing it to her head. The glittering golden rings still adorned her nipples.
Buffy’s eyes rolled back in her head as she attempted to thrash, and her body quivered as she let out another squealing whimper. Muscles strained to break the bonds that held her, or perhaps simply to test their reality.
On the floor beside her was Anya, looking very serious as she worked what looked to be a cucumber in and out of Buffy’s dripping pussy. Occasionally she would reach up and pull on one of Buffy’s rings, which would cause Buffy’s eyes to snap open as she screamed into her gag.
“Only a real slut would cum so many times from this,” Anya said in a bright sounding voice. She smiled happily at Buffy and gave her a light kiss just above her belly button. Buffy groaned, and her head dropped back to the carpet. Looking up, Anya noticed Xander’s presence and smiled. “Morning, honey. Did you sleep okay?”
Buffy’s eyes snapped open again and she stared upside-down at Xander, who stood over the two girls in mild surprise. Her entire body flushed red, and she grunted loudly as Anya shoved the cucumber as deep as she could. She groaned loudly and her body shook as another climax overtook her. The muffled cry of Xander’s name was barely intelligible through the gag.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Oh good,” Anya smiled and let out an exhausted breath as she sat back on her heels. Unlike Buffy, she was still dressed. “Buffy and I were hoping to talk to you. We had a very nice discussion about the future of our relationship.”
Glancing down at the panting and still-bound Buffy, Xander looked back to Anya. “You did?”
“Oh, this was before she got gagged,” Anya explained. “That happened about twenty minutes ago. We were just talking about how she feels about Faith when suddenly she was on the floor. I didn’t want to wake you up because I knew you were up late, so instead I thought I would reward her for choosing a high number for her spanking.”
A soft moan made him look back at Buffy, who had her eyes closed. Her hips rocked as best they could, and he realized the cucumber was still inside of her. Anya smiled and patted Buffy’s bare thigh.
“Spanking?”
Anya nodded. “She lied to me, so I punished her. It was a very successful first attempt, I think.”
“You spanked her. You spanked Buffy?”
Another moan.
“Yes. It was very educational for both of us. I think she enjoyed it more than me, though.” Anya winced and rolled her shoulder. “My arm is still sore.”
“I guess it’s just hard for me to see Buffy as the type to get spanked,” Xander said, blinking dumbly.
“I wouldn’t have guessed before the reward,” Anya admitted as Buffy moaned on the floor, intensely aroused at being spoken about as if she wasn’t there. Anya idly fiddled with the end of the cucumber, and Buffy’s moans turned to deep groans. “But clearly she’s extremely submissive. It would have been nice to know about before the reward, we get along much better now.”
Xander, trying to go with the flow, knelt down on the other side of Buffy, and tried not to stare in complete fascination as Anya casually worked the makeshift dildo in and out of Buffy.
“Before the reward she wasn’t like this,” Xander reminded her. Reminded himself.
“Maybe. We had a very long talk this morning, and she told me about some dreams she had when she was younger. There was this one with Angelus where he captures her in an old warehouse and sticks his—”
“Nngghh!” Buffy attempted to shriek, shaking her head from side to side.
“Uh, we can skip that one,” Xander said with mild distaste. Buffy sagged in relief. Xander quickly tried to change the subject, but found it hard to think when he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Buffy’s straining form. He swallowed loudly before speaking. “You said, uh, you guys were talking?”
“Mmm hmm,” Anya nodded as she slowly worked the cucumber in and out of Buffy’s sopping pussy. “About Faith.”
Buffy arched her back as best she could and groaned loudly again. Anya smiled brightly at Xander.
“That’s one of the things she told me. She’s very turned on by Faith.”
A tiny whimper made its way past Buffy’s gag, and she kept her eyes squeezed tightly closed.
“She is?”
“Yeah, but it bothers her, because she doesn’t trust Faith at all.” Anya sighed, and Xander couldn’t help but smile softly at the over-exaggerated gesture. Anya was still learning exactly how to express her feelings via human customs, and her overcompensation was sometimes too cute for him to stand. “I guess I can’t blame her. In the old days I might have been called on to wreak vengeance on Faith for some of the things she did to Buffy. Of course, I might have been called to wreak vengeance on some people for Faith too. They would have both been good clients.”
As she spoke she pumped the makeshift dildo in and out, doing so almost casually. It was incredibly surreal, and Xander couldn’t help but stare.
“We’ll figure something out,” Anya continued. “Although it might make Buffy feel better if you ordered Faith not to go crazy and kill us later.”
That got him to tear his eyes from Buffy’s dripping snatch.
“I’m not going to do that,” he said, frowning slightly. “She’s different now.”
“I know that, I just said it would make Buffy feel better, and we have to think about our slave’s feelings. She’s feeling very isolated thanks to her mistrust of Faith, and this would help her trust her more.” With one hand sliding the cucumber in and out, she used her other to put a reassuring hand on Buffy’s arm. For her part, Buffy seemed oblivious of the touch. Her body writhed with every thrust, and she was moaning and whimpering almost constantly.
“We’ll find a different way. A way that doesn’t make Faith think we can’t trust her.”
Anya shrugged. “Okay. It’s your decision anyway.”
“Yeah, I guess it is. Still getting used to that.” Things seemed to click inside his brain, and suddenly the full weight of what was going on in his living room seemed to hit him. Anya had Buffy squirming on the living room floor; hands and legs tied together behind her back and was fucking her with a cucumber. It was a little frightening, very arousing, and just a little amusing.
“I guess I don’t have to worry about you adapting to this,” he said with an air of awe and amusement. A wry grin slid onto his face as he looked down at Buffy’s taut body, shining with the sweat of her exertion. Her moans were a constant rhythmic grunt at that point, and it was clear nothing else mattered to her than the plunging insistence of Anya’s thrifty purchase. “Or you and Buffy getting along. You seem to like, uh, ‘playing’ with her.”
“You might be right. Maybe it’s because she’s the Slayer.”
“They’re both the Slayer.”
“Yes, but Buffy’s the legendary Slayer, and I suppose that even though I couldn’t have possibly been afraid of her as a vengeance demon, I was at least intrigued by her reputation. That’s part of why I was hanging around the school that day when Cordelia made her wish. When I play with her, it makes me feel a little like a demon again.”
“Uh, Ahn? That’s kind of on the list of things you probably don’t want to be feeling.”
She waved away his concern. “I don’t mean I feel evil. I just feel…” She screwed up her face, searching for the right word. “Powerful? But in a way that makes me feel very aroused. I wonder if that means I’m a dominant sexual personality. In any case, having the Slayer in a position of subservience makes me feel very nice. Also, I think it’s given me the opportunity to become closer to Buffy. As our slave, she can come to me with personal issues, like she did with Faith.”
A soft smile came to her face, and she stopped pumping the cucumber for a moment as she leaned back and gazed at Buffy. The Slayer panted around her gag, eyes closed and body as limp as it could be in her bonds. Soft whimpers escaped her throat with every breath.
“I felt very nice when she told me about why she was crying,” said Anya in a quiet voice. “Like how I feel when we discuss personal problems. I want to touch her and hug her and have sex with her like I often want to do with you when we talk about things like that. Is that normal? Am I going to want to have sex with anyone who tells me about their problems? Because many people with problems are ugly and stupid, and I don’t think I’d like having sex with them.”
“I doubt it.”
“Are you sure? Because I didn’t really want to have sex with Buffy before all of this. I didn’t not want to either, but now…” She sighed, and sprawled out on the carpet beside Buffy, lying on her back. Buffy’s breathing slowed and she opened her eyes, turning her head to see Anya lying beside her. Anya turned onto her side, propping her head up with an elbow. “I think she’s very interesting.”
Xander shared her smile, and mirrored Anya’s position on Buffy’s other side. Buffy turned her head to look at him, and her eyes widened slightly at the sight of him. A brief tremor passed through her body, and she mumbled something incoherent. After a moment of hesitation, Xander reached out with his free hand and rested it just above Buffy’s belly button. Her abdomen tensed at his touch, but relaxed quickly. She whimpered again.
“I think so too.”
Anya’s hand moved next to his on Buffy’s firm belly, and he let their fingers interlock. Buffy’s eyes slid closed, and she breathed deeply through her nose.
“It’s important that we get her and Faith to be comfortable with each other,” Anya whispered after a few minutes of peaceful silence.
“Was she really crying?”
“Yes.”
Buffy gave a tiny little squeak, but remained otherwise silent. On a whim, Xander bent forward and kissed her cheek. Anya smiled and followed suit, kissing Buffy on her other side. Buffy’s shoulders hunched as best she could with the collar and bonds securing her arms to her legs. She whined pleasantly.
“See? Now I want to have more sex with her to make her forget that she was crying.”
“You’re worried about her.”
Anya blinked. “I am?” She frowned. “There’s nothing to endanger her. Why would I be worried?” A puzzled expression slid onto her face. “Then again, I do feel like I’m going to throw-up, like how I feel when you’re in mortal danger. That doesn’t make any sense. Maybe I’m sick.”
“You’re worried about her feelings,” Xander amended. “It means you care about her. You ever feel like this when I’m upset?”
“Now that you mention it, there were several times before you got your construction job where your incessant moping seemed to make me feel ill.”
“Uh, I don’t know if that—”
“And then I’d feel this compulsion to touch you physically and remind you that you were my boyfriend, and then I’d desire sex. That seemed to make it go away.”
“Ahn?”
“Yes?”
“I’m pretty sure that means you were worried about me. About how I felt. Then you made me feel better, and it made you feel better too.”
“Because of the sex?”
“Sort of. It’s like, remember that time you lost those slippers you liked?”
At once Anya’s face fell, and her bottom lip jutted out. “Yes,” she answered in a sad whisper. They had been the first possession she cared about that she ever lost, and the realization that they were gone had made her start crying uncontrollably. She’d been extremely confused over her reaction, which had served only to make her hysteria worse. It had taken Xander holding her in bed and promising her that she would feel better and that he loved her to calm her down.
“When you care about someone and they feel bad, it makes you feel bad too.”
“That’s awful,” Anya whispered, horrified. “No wonder most people only have one lover.”
Xander shook his head, and squeezed her hand. “But when they feel good, you feel good too. And because you care about them, most of the time you can help them feel better. Like you did with Buffy.”
“I didn’t make her feel better. I punished her for lying, and then I listened to her when she told me what was making her feel bad. Then I told her we would fix it and then she was on the floor, so I had sex with her.” She looked down for a moment, and then raised her eyes back to his. “Oh! Does she feel better because I gave her orgasms?”
“Maybe a little,” Xander grinned. “But I think it’s more because you told her we would try to fix her problem.”
“Why would that make her feel better?”
“Because she believed you.”
Anya frowned slightly, and stared at Buffy’s face. Buffy had turned to stare at her with bright, sad eyes. She nodded slowly, unable to communicate otherwise thanks to the gag.
“Oh,” was all Anya could think of to say. “Does this mean I love Buffy too?”
“I don’t know, hon. That’s up to you. And Buffy.”
She pondered that for a moment, and said, “Okay. I can have sex with her either way, right?”
“Seems that way,” he said, sighing slightly in disbelief.
“Good.” She kissed the top of Buffy’s head. Then she grabbed Xander by the shirt-collar and pulled him towards her. She planted a kiss on his forehead as well, directly above Buffy’s face. A moment later she kissed him again, this time on the lips. That went on for a few moments, with Buffy beginning to squirm at the sight of the two making out right above her.
When the kiss ended, Xander looked back down at Buffy. She stared up at him with eager anticipation and mild trepidation. He glanced down her body, to the half-imbedded cucumber. Anya saw it as well, and pulled it out with a slow sucking sound. Buffy moaned as it left her.
“When you’re not on the floor anymore, you should wash this off and put it away,” Anya told her. Then she looked to Xander. “Part of a slave’s duties are to do household chores like putting away groceries.”
“That so?” he responded as Buffy gave a half-hearted whimper of protest. He ignored it, along with the part of his brain that wondered if that cucumber was really going to be food at some point. A quirky thought hit him, and he looked back at Buffy, his eyes locking with hers. “Well, she is responsible for getting it all wet like that.”
“Actually I’m the one who pu— Oh. I get it. Yes, it was very unthoughtful of her. If Buffy weren’t such a slut, she wouldn’t get my vegetables all wet.”
Xander bit back a laugh, even as he kept a careful eye on Buffy’s reaction. Based on the events of the last few days, he wasn’t surprised when Buffy’s response to their ridiculous claims was to groan loudly and wriggle around with her eyes closed. She really did get off on this. It seemed almost simple to come up with something that would turn her on even further.
Deciding to press on this path, Xander bent closer to Buffy’s helpless form and brushed her cheek with his fingers. She nuzzled against him almost desperately, pressing the side of her face against his hand. She squealed plaintively, her body undulating against her bonds. Wow.
She was so beautiful like that. Naked in more ways than one, she seemed completely open to him; without secrets and without defenses. Her feelings were overwhelming her, and she was completely helpless before them, and before him. Buffy was suddenly this exquisite creature of passion and lust, one that was willing to bless him with her presence, willing to take him along on the ride.
No, it was more than willing to take him along. She was begging him to take her along. Something so simple could make her feel so good.
“When you clean it,” Xander whispered, staring into her pleading eyes. “I want you to do it with your tongue.”
She stared at him. He stared back, mouth dry and heart hammering in his chest. Buffy’s chest rose as she sucked in a deep breath of air. She nodded her head quickly, with barely perceptible movement, and her eyes never left his. Xander let out a breath of air he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
Maybe this wouldn’t be as hard as he thought. Seeing how Buffy reacted, seeing the way she lost control and became so overwhelmed was a powerful realization. It might be addictive, both to her, and to him. He felt suddenly less guilty; suddenly less worried. He smiled.
“Hey, Ahn?”
“Yeah?”
“You shower yet?”
“Before I went to the grocery store to use the discount certificates you told me about. Did you see all the goods I acquired for less than their listed prices?”
Laughing good-naturedly, Xander got to his feet, leaving Buffy to squirm on the floor. “Yeah, wow. Anya the coupon clipper.” He put his arm around her, kissing her cheek with enthusiastic sloppiness. She giggled and hugged his waist. “You have fun?”
“Yeah. Why did you ask about the shower?”
“I’m going to go take mine, and I thought I’d bring Buffy along for some naked soapiness. Want to join us? She can wash your back and I can wash your front.” He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively, while Buffy maintained her frequent plaintive whines from the floor.
“That’s okay, I don’t really need another shower.”
Clearing his throat, Xander replied, “I didn’t think we’d just shower. There could be sex.”
“We can have sex out here,” Anya said, frowning in confusion. “And without me having to dry and brush my hair all over again or waste another fresh towel. We may have slaves to help do the laundry now, but we waste money washing a towel for no reason.”
Rolling his eyes, Xander grinned and kissed her on the nose. “Suit yourself.”
Buffy was exhausted, but it was the greatest exhaustion she’d ever felt in her life. Her whole body was tingling. The gentle ache in her joints at her unnatural position heightened that feeling. A raw kind of emptiness was left behind after the thorough fucking Anya had given her with that cucumber.
Fucking. She’d been fucked. Anya had shoved that cucumber deep into her cunt and pistoned it in and out of her for what had felt like forever. She’d been helpless to do anything to stop her, or do anything to encourage her further. Xander had seen her there, used and spent, a helpless victim to Anya’s delightful torments.
She’d been feeling really good about talking with Anya. Getting her fears about Faith off of her chest had been cathartic, and it really had made her feel much closer to Anya. Likewise, learning about Anya’s somewhat confused reaction to that growing closeness was making her enjoy that closeness all the more.
Now Buffy was staring up at Xander as he knelt beside her. They were going to shower together. She would be naked in the shower with Xander.
It was a silly thing to dwell on. She was already naked in front of him. He’d seen her with a huge cucumber shoved up her twat, with her slick juices coating it almost completely. Later, she would be licking those juices off, and she would do it because Xander had ordered it. Her master had ordered it. Her owner had ordered it.
“So,” Xander said, grinning down at her with devilish enthusiasm. “You shower yet?”
The compulsion to answer his questions honestly didn’t seem to care if she were gagged or not.
“Nnggh,” she answered.
“What was that?” he teased, and she wished she could touch herself to quench the fire that burned at the casual joke at her expense. “I can’t quite understand you.”
“Nnn-dduur,” she moaned.
“Okay, okay. You can talk again, no gag.”
At once, the light flashed, and her mouth was suddenly empty. She groaned, and her jaw clicked as she worked it closed. The ache was an incredible turn-on.
“Xander.”
“Morning,” he chirped. “Sleep well?”
“Yes. Did… did you tell me to sleep?”
He nodded.
“Oh god,” she whispered, thinking about the power he held over her. Her chest heaved, her breasts straining upwards. “Xander.”
“She likes the orders,” he remarked to no one in particular. Buffy blushed, mildly surprised that he noticed, and a little more surprised that he’d voiced it without concern. He stroked her thigh gently. “You have fun with Anya?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Even the spanking?”
“Especially the spanking,” she couldn’t help but answer.
“There’s a shock.” He grinned, and made a show of examining her body. She shivered. “That looks uncomfortable.”
“It is.”
“Which is why it’s so good, huh?”
“Yes, sir.”
“See? I’m slow, but I catch on. I’d let you stay like that, but… well, I kind of want to…” He paused, seemed to come to a decision, and finished, “Use you, I guess.”
“Really?” She hoped she didn’t sound too hopeful. Her ears felt hot, and she had to look away from his eyes.
“Yeah.” The confidence in his voice was growing slowly, but growing nonetheless. “Really. You can get up now.”
The flash came, and suddenly her arms were no longer lashed to her calves.
“Ungh!” The sudden release shocked her, and the movement in limbs that had been forced into immobility was a shock of pain. For a second she had to lay unmoving on the carpet, catching her breath and getting used to being free again.
Except Xander didn’t give her that second. He reached down and scooped her up in his arms, easily carrying her sleight frame. Her legs and arms hung limply, and she managed to keep her hiss of pain down to a tiny moan.
“Hurts?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.” Every time she answered him that way, she felt a twinge of pleasure inside. It reminded her that he could do anything he wanted to her. Not could. He was doing anything he wanted to her. “But in a—”
“Good way,” he said, nodding as he carried her towards the bathroom. “I figured.”
Buffy whimpered again, unable to keep the sound away. It was just too hard to hold back the torrent of powerful feelings whenever she was indulging in her slavery. Submitting to him, degrading herself before him, being used by him, it was all too much to bear in silence. She wondered if he would mention how wet she was.
It was Xander. It was Xander, and he was holding her nude body. It was Xander.
She could not imagine what could be different that would make that fact any more powerful.
“Was it true, what Anya said?” he asked as he swung the door closed with one leg. Already her limbs were feeling better, and she winced only slightly when he placed her on her feet. She wiggled her bare toes on the tile floor, and stared up at him. The urge to touch her collar swept through her, and she did it without thought. The metal was cold and unyielding. Her fingers trembled.
“What?”
“About what turned you on before all this. I don’t want to hear about that dream, I’m not really ready for that, but is it true? Did you really think about stuff like this?”
Of course he could never believe that she’d had distant and mostly denied fantasies along these lines. How could Xander ever think that she had dreams about being taken roughly by an enemy? How could he imagine that his hero craved a stinging touch or a whispered word of degradation? She’d never even admitted it to herself, how could he have possibly suspected it?
“I-I think so.”
To her surprise, he smiled down at her, putting his hands on her upper arms. His hands were warm, and the cool air of the bathroom combined with her nudity made her shiver at his touch. Her nipples ached as they stiffened, and she was hyper-aware of the rings that pierced each.
“You’re maybe the most complicated person I’ve ever met.”
It could mean so many things, but it made her smile shyly and look down. It seemed like the most important thing anyone had ever said to her.
“I want to know about you, Buff,” he said, raising her chin with two fingers. Her eyes met his, and she thought she might cry. “I want to know everything I can, even the stuff you don’t know yet. It’s weird, I never thought of you as… well as wanting anything like this.” He snorted. “Well, okay, I thought of you naked lots of times, but I mean I never thought you’d like this stuff.”
Xander ran his fingers through his hair, sighed, and looked back down at her. Buffy stayed silent. This was important, and she needed to listen to what he said. He was her owner. It was her duty to always give him her complete attention, even when giving her complete attention made her burn with arousal.
“It freaked me out,” he admitted. “I wasn’t ready for it.” His hand brushed her cheek, and she was unable to keep from nuzzling against the touch. “But it’s like there’s these two sides to it. There’s the bondage and the pain and the humiliation, all of that stuff that kind of wigs me out. But then there’s this.” He touched her cheek again, and she sighed against him. “There’s you and Faith making Anya understand stuff that she’s been working out for over a year. There’s the way you seem so scared but so proud of yourself through all of this. I think I’m getting it, Buff.”
Xander cupped the side of her face, and brought his face close to hers. She held her breath, and her lips parted slightly.
“I don’t think you’re weird. I think you’re amazing. Don’t forget, okay?”
Her “yes, sir” was lost in her breathlessness as he kissed her.
The first thing he had her do was undress him. He stood in the center of the bathroom, and tried not to grin too much as Buffy carefully pulled his shirt over his head before folding it up and placing it on the counter by the sink. Her eyes lingered on his bare chest for only a moment before she stepped before him and sank smoothly to her knees.
Since he’d only thrown a shirt on after he woke up, he was still in his boxers, and his erection was clearly visibly as a prominent bulge in the front. Xander stared down at the incredible image of Buffy on her knees with her eyes focused on his crotch, and was absolutely sure he’d never forget it for as long as he lived.
Her tiny gasp of surprise when she pulled down his boxers and his erect cock sprang free almost made him laugh. She was so cute, somehow managing to pull of being brazen and timid at the same time. There she was turning red at the sight of his penis; the same girl who — while masturbating furiously — had recited a litany of degrading and downright perverted acts she wished to do and have done to her. How she could be so shy and almost repressed on one hand and be so desperately sexual on the other was a mystery to him, but it was a mystery he was getting more and more interested in exploring.
Buffy remained on her knees once his boxers were off, staring up at him and waiting for what would come next. Her head seemed to line up perfectly with his dick, and she was so close he could feel her breath on him. Watching her stare at it was almost enough to get him off. The way she stared at it with such wonder, with her lips parted just slightly and her breath hot on the tip of of his dick, it was incredible.
It amazed him to think of it, but she really was entranced by the sight of him. Her face was flushed red, and her lips were swollen. The pinkness of her tongue darted out to moisten them, and he thought he could feel it just brush against the head of his cock. It made him twitch.
“Oh!” she breathed in surprise. It made him smile, which turned into a small chuckle. Buffy stared up at him, her lips pressing together in embarrassment as he’d seen her do so many times in the past. Never for something like this, however. This was pretty new. “You startled me,” she whispered, sounding both accusatory and apologetic in that way that was so-very-Buffy. She gave him a crushingly cute scowl, which seemed so surreal to witness when she was on her knees and nude in his bathroom.
Realizing there was nothing stopping him, Xander reached his hand down to her. She watched him for a moment, as if asking for permission, and then put her tiny hand in his. He lifted her easily to her feet, and planted a kiss on her lips. Her whimper hummed against his mouth.
When it ended, he touched the side of her face and said, “You’re so cute.”
“I am?” It was such an earnest question, he almost laughed.
“Fraid so.” He reached down around her and placed the palms of his hands on her asscheeks. They were warm to the touch, and she cooed quietly. “Sore?”
“A little. I-I don’t think my Slayer powers work when…” she trailed off, unable to finish.
“When you’re getting spanked?”
Squeezing her eyes shut, she nodded.
“I’m guessing you don’t think that’s a bad thing,” he said, teasing a little, and grinned when she blushed red again. It really wasn’t difficult to do at all. He was beginning to see how to play the game with Buffy, and how he could enjoy it from his own end. Bringing his head down towards Buffy’s ear, he whispered, “How many times did you cum with Anya?”
She whimpered again, and lowered her head.
“Nine.” Her voice was tiny, barely audible. Xander blinked and stepped back.
“Nine? Jeez. Nine? Really? Jeez, Buff, that’s… wow. Did you…” He exhaled, and tried to wrap his head around that. “Have you ever done that before?”
“The orgasms, or the spanking?”
“Uh, the orgasms.”
“Once, with Riley when we were trapped in the frathouse during that party.”
“You came nine times then?” He let out a low whistle.
She shook her head. “More than that. I don’t remember how many. A lot. I just, um, kept going.”
“Wow. That’s got to be nice.”
Her ears turned red. “Yes, sir.”
For a moment he just stared at her, and wondered if he saw the hint of a naughty little smile come to her lips as she stared down at the floor. Then he stepped back to her, putting his hands on the curve of her hips. The smoothness of her skin was beyond belief.
“What about the spanking?” he asked. “Have you ever done that before?”
“No, sir.”
“Ever wanted to?”
Buffy’s eyes rose slowly to meet his. She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Frowning, Xander sat on the edge of the tub, pulling her towards him. She stood awkwardly in his arms. “Buff? Are you having fun?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I know you’re, you know, enjoying yourself, but are you having fun? Can you relax, or is it all too intense for you?”
“It’s really intense,” she admitted, staring down at him. Her eyes flicked from one side to the other, and she whispered, “We’re naked. You and me. It feels like a dream.”
“Yeah. Kinda does.” He sighed and kissed her, just above her belly button. Her abs tensed and relaxed. “But is it too intense?”
“Maybe. I feel so nervous most of the time, but I like the nervousness. I like being… unsure.”
“You can be unsure if you want to,” he told her. Without a word, he pulled her down gently so she was sitting on his left thigh, her smooth legs brushing against his erection. He hugged her around the waist, and looked into her eyes. “But you can have fun sometimes too.”
Buffy gave him a tiny smile. “Okay.”
“There it is,” he grinned. “I love that smile.”
It grew wider.
“Really?” Her eyes sparkled, and he felt his smile match hers.
“Absolutely. There’s not a lot that I like more than you enjoying yourself. I am a big fan of Buffy-smiles, Buffy-giggles, and all around Buffy-happiness.”
The smile grew shy, and her lips pressed together tightly as she looked down. Down, coincidentally, at his hard shaft. Her eyes went wide, and she raised her head quickly, nearly bumping his chin. “Oh! Oh my god, I’m sorry!”
“Hey, it’s okay,” he laughed, and in a moment Buffy was biting back a giggle herself. “See? I like this too. We can have fun, and we can do your slave stuff too. Just, when you feel it making you nervous or shy or embarrassed or whatever, remember how much you like that. Okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” He hugged her to him, and then glanced at the toilet seat. An idea came to him.
Months ago, towards the beginning of Anya’s intense interest in sexual exploration, she’d talked him into two things. The first was more of a relationship thing than a sexual one. According to Anya, both partners should be comfortable being in the bathroom with the other when they had to use it. This was, in her words, “to promote intimacy.” He’d gone along with it, although not without a little coaxing. At first it had him a little weirded out, but after a while it became no big deal, and turned out to be helpful when sharing one bathroom between the two of them. If he had to shave or shower and she needed to go, there was no problem with them both being in there.
The second thing was definitely more on the line of sexuality. Anya’d come to him one day with a slew of suggestions, and some of them had been far grosser than he could imagine. He was very firm in drawing the line with her that day, refusing to ever try anything past what she deemed “watersports.” She did manage to talk him into that, however, provided it was done in the shower, with lots of cleaning afterwards. It hadn’t done much for him, but Anya seemed to enjoy it.
He thought back to Buffy. He wasn’t ready to push her that far so soon, but if she thought standing around with him naked was weird (and obviously exciting,) then he knew what he could do to push that. Xander also knew that getting pushed was exactly the kind of thing Buffy was looking for.
He stood her up, and quickly started the water for the shower. Buffy swallowed nervously, but gave a tiny and hopeful little grin, no doubt expecting to hop right in. Taking a moment to bolster his confidence, Xander leaned forward, put his mouth to her ear, and whispered, “Have you gone today?”
“What?”
“To the bathroom.” He bobbed his head towards the toilet. Buffy’s mouth opened slowly.
“Wh— No. I-I haven’t.”
“You should go before we shower,” he told her, with a slightly villainous grin. It was kind of fun to watch her stare at him in shock. He wondered if she thought she was fooling him when she pressed her legs together like that.
“You want me to… in front of you?”
“No,” Xander said. He looked her directly in the eyes. “I order you to.”
“Oh god,” she panted. Her head began to bob up and down, nodding swiftly. “Yes. O-kay. I will.” She swallowed. “I mean, y-yes, sir. I-in front of you.”
“Better hurry,” he teased, gently. “Shower’s almost heated, and I don’t want to waste the hot water.”
Buffy glanced at the slowly rising steam in the shower, glanced at the toilet, and then back to him. Eyes wide, she nodded again.
Xander made sure to keep his eyes on hers the entire time. Funny, he’d never really understood what “to promote intimacy” had meant before with this little exercise. But with Buffy’s eyes staring almost defiantly back at him, he thought he understood.
Afterwards, with Buffy looking almost triumphant, they got in the shower together. Buffy was grinning from ear to ear as she stood under the spray, and even posed slightly as he got a good look at her wet form. It was strange to see her suddenly so brash.
“I can’t believe you made me do that,” she said, voice raised over the rush of water.
“Four people, one bathroom. You might have to get used to it.”
“Oh god,” she half-moaned, leaning against him. “That’s… Oh god.” Her arms went around his waist, and she hugged him tightly, almost enough to hurt. “I can’t believe this is real.”
“Me neither. I keep expecting to wake up and realize I just got whacked on the head by some demon.”
“I hope you don’t,” she said, maintaining her tight grip.
He laughed and returned the hug, kissing the side of her face. Buffy sighed happily. After a few moments of standing under the hot water, she frowned, and stepped back.
“What?” Xander asked.
“Am I… I mean, don’t you have to go too?”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Yeah, kinda.”
“Oh.” Her face fell slightly. “You don’t want me to… I guess you probably want to do that alone.”
“No, it’s not that.”
“It’s not?”
“Nope,” he grinned. “It’s that there’s no way I’m going to be able to pee with this thing like this.” He indicated his erection.
“Oh,” she said. Then her eyes went wide with understanding. “Ohhh.”
Buffy licked her lips, and looked up at him. Water ran down her body in rivulets. Her lips seemed to sparkle as she grinned naughtily. “Do you want your slave to help you with that?”
“You know what? I think I do.”
Completely naked in the shower of his bathroom, in the apartment that was not his parent’s basement, Xander Harris watched as Buffy Summers, equally naked (except for the collar around her neck and the rings through her nipples) sank to her knees to stare up at his rock hard cock. At that moment, he was absolutely sure he was dreaming.
“Yes, sir,” Buffy said, earnest pride in her voice. A second later her lips parted and she leaned forward. Xander felt the perfect hot wetness engulf him, and knew that this was far too good to be a dream. This, he knew, had to be heaven.
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