FF: After she come home

["Clarke, Carol A - Hazelwood" <CAClarke2@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

OK This is smut- Per smut- Not beta read but smut. (I like to let you know
these kinds of thing.) No one under 18 allowed. Any one over 40 find a kid
to explain it to you. Just kidding on that last part although I am looking
for someone to open my child proof prescription bottle. 
Title: Waiting for Her.
Disclaimer: Joss and Mutant Enemy own everthing.Scrm3er and Ryan own my
heart.
Subject: Smut. Sex between two women. Lots of Smut. Fun S/M with consent
fictional charters.
Warning. If you are saying: "Oh gross", under 18 or just not interest then
run, run far far away.
Rating:NC-17
After she come home.
She had been waiting. Waiting was part of the game. Once, her lover had
simply not come home. Opting to spend the night at her parents house, the
worst form of torture.
Still her lover had known. Known with certainty that the girl would wait.
Head turned, arms behind her back kneeing at the foot of her bed. Waiting to
feel the pain, the pleasure. Anything to reassure she was still alive. She
had survived another day on the planet among the living. One of the Living.
Knowing that she still had emotions. That she still recognized love. 
Tonight she would not have to weight long. Her lover returned from the
library. Finished with her studies. Not a word was spoken between them. Both
knew the rules of the game. The redheaded witch casually glazed over the
blond slayer. Checking for any flaw. Any reason for punishments. 
The blond was beautiful as always. She lay, as she had been directed to
lay, as she was expected to lay each night to single the being of the game.
The Slayer's hair was pulled back to the side. Her head lay
facing away from her lover. She leaned in an unaccustomed position on her
knees with her arms behind her back. It was meant to be unconformable over
time. Her legs were spread slightly open. Even from across the room the
witch could see the girl was wet. Small drops of her moisture were following
the line of gravity down her legs.
The redhead took her time putting up her books and gathering the items
she would need for this evenings play. She watched the blond with interest,
knowing the subtle size of her inpatients.
The Young witch had finished laying out the items of play and taken her
own clothes off as well.
She turned her desk chair around and pushed it near the bed. She then sat in
the chair facing the bed. 
"Please me, Slayer." It was an order nothing more.
The slayer trying to hide her smile crawled around the bed and sat between
her lover's legs. The witch spread her legs wider using the bed to push them
apart.
The Slayer, rose up enough to take the good witches left beast into her
mouth. She slides her tongue's gentle tip over the hardening rosebud,
curling her tongue as she licked. Touching her lover with her tongue and
finally she took the whole breast into her mouth. The Slayer's hands
wondered over the red heads body until they reached her lower mound of hair.
Keeping up a rhyme with her mouth and hands she moved over each breast while
teasing the witch's lower lips. 
The Witch burned at her center from the teasing and grabbed the slayer's
head firmly. "Please me now!"
This order came much load and more frantic then the one before.
The slayer lowered her eyes and slid down her lover's body, gentle
kissing her way to the redhead's fire. Kiss a path lower. 
The Witch was displeased at the slowness of this, if the slayer didn't reach
her center soon she would surly be consumed by the fire her lover had
started.
But the mistress, the Witch inside took command and ordered. 
"Now Slayer, you are only adding to your punishment."
With the speed of the super natural the slayer slid her tongue deep into the
center of her true love. Even the impassive side of the red head could not
keep composure during the onslot on this tongue-lashing.
The witch could only moan and twitch. 
The Slayer methodically was turning the Witch into a giant shaking Jell-O
bundle of nerves. 
Willow was glad she had remembered to turn up the stereo load. The walls in
their dorm room were like paper. 
Even after Willow had began to shake and wither, the slayer keep up the
tongue-lashing. Somehow during the witch's punishment the slayer had moved
the shaking girl to her bed and continued to accost her with pleasure. The
slayer was concentrated on sucking her clit while pounding her with 3 and
something's 4 fingers. Willow had survived the first powerful orgasm and was
some how managing to survive the second when her Mistress Witch managed to
surface and remind the witch that her slave, her slayer needed punishment.
Craved it. 
Using all her strength, Willow rode out the second orgasm and then
pushed the slayer away. It still took her a few minutes to regain use of her
legs. The slayer, pleased the outcome of her work lay still, between the
witch's legs, gentle running her hand alone the length of the redhead's leg.
"I see you are pleased with your self, slayer."
"Yes, witch mistress."
"Proud is a sin Buffy"
"Yes mistress." Buffy continued to run hand softly along the inside of her
lover's leg.
"You were also late to class today."
"Yes mistress witch, twice."
"You were rude to Giles"
"Yes Mistress Witch."
"You need to be punished don't you?
"Yes Witch mistress, I need to be punished really hard."
Willow had always known the slayer needed this. Needed the pain. It was the
only thing that made her feel complete. When they were in high school she
had known. She had seen the slayer with vampires begging them for the pain.
Willow had found her in the bathroom with a razor to her thigh. It was only
when the Witch mistress took charge and gave her the pain she needed did the
danger stop and the girl inside the slayer emerge. 

"Take the position over by your desk. " Willow commanded. 
The slayer carefully untangled herself from the witch and ran to take the
position she had been waiting for since she had first entered her room after
dinner. 
The slayer put both of her hands on either side of her desk chair. She bent
her body out from the chair with her but high in the air. Then she waited to
she what Willow would choice for her punishment. 

Willow loved to tease her lover and make her wait. Willow walk around Buffy,
first picking up the paddle. She tested it by hitting her hard. It hit Buffy
hard across her bottom. Next she picked up a leather belt. She hit Buffy
across her upper back. Last she picked up a small whip, cat of ninetail. She
hit Buffy across her upper thighs.
"What to do? What to do? Too many choices. Slayer what do you think you
deserve?'
"Well Mistress Witch, Why not ten with each so you don't have to choose."
"Go idea, I want you to count old loud for me, miss a number and we start
again."
Will moved be hid Buffy holding the whip. A slayer could take a lot of
punishment and Willow had to practice a long time to get the muscle strength
to be worth of her true love. But she had done it. Her arm could weld her
lover's passion well.
Willow's first stake was at the top of Buffy's Back. "One, Thank You."
Willow continued swinging with each strike hitting just below the last spot.
Buffy continued counting end each count with "Thank You."
Willow on reaching 10 repeated the process with the belt. Aim the strikes to
hit the spots as the whip. 
Buffy for her part never misted a number or failed to say, "thank, You.
Willow through the belt to the side and picked up the large pattled. Willow
picked a spot that crossed Buffy's Anus. There she began hitting. Buffy for
her part continued her counting, "21, Thank you" but gripped the chair
tighter.
As Willow hit Buffy for the 27th time, Buffy failed to say anything. Willow
waited to see if she would catch on but still the slayer said nothing. After
a minute Willow hit her again. Buffy remained quiet. 
Buffy sometimes did this when she needed more punishment. Once to really
punish her, Willow had simple dresses and gone to the library refusing to
touch the slayer.
Buffy had begged the witch for days after that to punish her. 
Tonight Willow finished the 30 she had promised the Slayer and then added 15
hits with the paddle to her bottom. When the witch was through her arm ached
but the slayer still stood holding the chair. They had both become silent
again waiting for the mistress witch to guide them. They didn't wait long. 
Willow picked up a harness and strap on and handed it to the slayer
wordless. 
The slayer turned to her love and slide down in front of her. She slipped
the harness around her legs. Then licked the witch's center insuring that it
would respond when the phallus base was in place. Buffy then fastened the
strap on to her lover, her mistress witch. 
Willow then began the process of chaining down her lover. They had chains
hooked on the sides of the twin dorm bed. The slayer on her hands and knees
sat across the twin length of the bed. It was a painful position when keep
at lengths. Her arms where pulled back and chained to the side of the bed in
a v shape. Her legs chained from the same side where pulled a part but left
her on her knees. 
Willow then placed a collar on her and chained it to the opposite side of
the bed holding the slayer in place with little room to move. Willow behind
the slayer. Not letting the slayer see her actions. Willow took her time,
making noise so the slayer knew she was there. Every few minutes Willow
would rub her hand on the slayer's, touching her intimate parts and then
pulling away. Other times she would hit the slayer with the paddle or belt. 
Willow was waiting for something, and she knew with a certainty that her
lover knew as well. After 10 minutes of Willows teasing and probing the
Slayer could stand it no longer. 
"Will, please." The slayer needed to say no more.
Willow's phallus slide into the slayer. Willow began with a slow pace, as
the slayer tried to quicken it and through her body hard against the witch.
Willow didn't let the slayer change the pace she wanted to set. It was why
she never entered the slayer like this unless she was chained. A slayer was
a hard thing to control.
Willow began to speed up her ministrations. The slayer was pulled the chains
to the point of braking and moaning loader then the stereo. Seconds before
the slayer was ready to come Willow pulled out. The slayer almost cried. 
Then Willow pushed the dildo against her anus and waited for the slayer to
relax. It was hard to focus but Buffy managed to gain control, relaxing the
ring of muscle guarding her back passage. 
Willow did not disappoint the slayer. It was the pain and pleasure she so
desperately needed. It was what she desperately wanted. It didn't take long
before Willow was back to a breath taking pace adding a hand to caress the
slayer's clit. They both were becoming one. The rhythm, the live, the love
between them was rolling into this one moment. Buffy had managed to break
the chain to her right arm had reached around to touch Willow with it. It
didn't matter were, she just wanted the contact. They were no longer aware
of there location, of the room, of the world. They came together treasures
each little touch. Each point of contacted. And as their breathing returned
to normal they both looked up together. And they were both speechless.
"Ah, Mom, I can explain." Buffy managed to get out looking at her mother
and Giles standing in their room.
"You can?" Whispered Willow at a total lose about what to do, since she was
still had her hand in the slayers pussy and a dildo inside her tender back
passage. 
"Yes, well we hear moaning and we thought, ...ah" Giles was stumbling out.
"We'll wait outside." Joyce final said, taking charge of the situation and
grabbing Giles on the way out the door




Buffy: I don't play well with others.