Mistress Slayer
by Red
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Anya surveyed the bedroom, making sure everything was just right. Her Mistress would be returning home soon after a hard day of slaying and would be in need of serious de-stressing.
"Did you put the cd in? " Willow asked, as she and Tara came into the room, arms full.
"It's loaded and ready, " the ex demon replied, taking a handful of the candles from the redhead
"These smell fantastic. "
"Yeah, they do, don't they? Tara, the scarves? "
The tall blonde nodded.
"I'm on it, " she noted, dropping all but one of the black and white Chanel bags onto the bed.
Anya joined Willow in placing the candles throughout the room, while Tara moved to the headboard. Reaching into the bag, she pulled out a long, silk scarf and fastened it to the iron bars. When she was finished, she moved to the other side and repeated the process.
Within minutes, the room was aglow with candlelight, the fresh scent of lavender swimming in the air. Willow stepped over to the stereo and a few seconds later, Enya's sweet sound filled the room. The trio of beautiful ladies nodded approvingly at each other.
"She's going to love it, "Tara said, smiling.
"Speaking of, "Willow stated. " We had better get changed. You know how much she likes it when we're ready and waiting. "
"She's going to be in a mood, ya know, "Anya noted, as they made their way down the hall to their rooms.
"Yes, our dear Slayer is always tense after spending a day with snooty council members," Willow pointed out.
"Which means tonight, "Anya added, her wicked smile growing. " She will be an even naughtier little slayer than usual. "
They shared a knowing grin then went to get ready.
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Buffy let herself into her house, desperate to put the day behind her. If she had to deal with one more freaking British snob, she would scream! Why couldn't Giles and Wesley deal with them?
"Because they're smart enough to trick me into doing it," she grumbled aloud.
As she made her way up the stairs, her senses were hit with the familiar scents of lavender and Chanel. Moaning approvingly, she felt a bit of the stress fading away and hurried to her bedroom. The closer she got, the stronger the pleasant aroma became. Hearing Enya, the small smile on her face grew to a full fledged grin and she opened the door and went inside.
"Mmm," she purred, her hazel eyes resting on the sight before them.
Dressed in black, her three beauties stood beside the bed. Her heart now racing, Buffy closed the door, dropped her bag on the floor and stepped over to them. Each stood perfectly still as she looked them over, her eyes taking in every inch of their silk, clad bodies. She trailed a finger across the pale, smooth flesh of Anya's neck and the former demon couldn't stop the low moan from escaping from her lips. Smiling, Buffy moved to Tara, this time brushing her thumb teasingly along the blonde's full lips. It took every bit of Tara's strength to keep her mouth closed, but she did, swallowing hard and fighting the urge to nip just a taste of her Mistress.
Sensing her girls lust, Buffy sighed deeply, the day's aggravation quickly disappearing then moved to Willow. Their eyes met and the red haired girl felt her entire body burn. Buffy reached out and caressed her Pet's breast, eliciting a gasp of desire from the witch. The Slayer's smile grew and she stepped back, drinking in the vision that stood before her: her girls...her beautiful, luscious, delicious girls...all there to pleasure her.
She felt the fire in her own body heat up and moaned lowly.
"Alright, ladies," she purred, gently chewing on her lip. " Mistress is home. "
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The hot water felt wonderful on Buffy's tired body. Nothing relaxed her more than a steaming, Chanel bath. She sighed deeply, as she felt the soapy sponge move across her back.
"Mmm, Anya, honey," she murmured, closing her eyes. " That feels so very the wonderful. "
Anya smiled, inching the sponge down a bit further causing the Slayer to moan. Not to be outdone, Tara poured a bit of the bath gel in her palm then began lathering her Mistress' breast. She was rewarded with a small gasp, followed by an appreciative groan.
"Mmm, you girls do know what I like," she breathed, her body aching to respond to the attention it was being given. " Mmm, Tara, sweetie, oh yes. "
"And we love giving it to you, Mistress, "Willow said, slipping her hand under the water.
Another moan fell from the bathing blonde's lips. This one lower, deeper, nearly a growl as Willow slowly pushed two fingers into her. Tara continued her massage, fingertips gently pinching, thumbs tenderly caressing, while Anya leaned in and brushed her lips over the back of Buffy's neck.
"Mmm, right there, Pet," she purred, reaching out and grabbing a handful of red hair.
It was Willow's turn to moan and she did, pushing just a bit harder into her Slayer. Anya trailed her tongue along Buffy's neckline. Stopping and placing a single kiss, she then bit down, hard, causing Buffy to cry out in pleasure.
The sound of their Mistress' voice echoed throughout their entire bodies and they intensified their actions. Tara massaged faster, her caresses now firm as she worked both mounds of pale, milky flesh in front of her. Anya's mouth danced across the Buffy's neck, kissing, licking, sucking and biting. Willow's hand was now moving furiously under the hot water, claiming the Slayer with a vengeance.
Buffy was finding it difficult to breathe, but had no intention of stopping the sweet assault. Her heart was racing, her body on fire and as she began to surrender to the flames, she knew that this was just the beginning.
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"Oh, yeah, mmm, right there. "
Anya intensified her caresses, her fingers digging a bit harder into her Mistress' shoulder. Tara did the same to the Slayer's calves, kneading firmly yet tenderly and was rewarded with a low, raspy moan from her mistress.
Willow continued her massage of Buffy's back, her hands slipping teasingly down to the pale, smooth flesh of the blonde's bum, squeezing gently. She was rewarded with a low moan.
"Don't start what you can't finish, witch," Buffy mused, her voice husky.
Willow leaned in and placed her lips on her ear.
"Does my Mistress Slayer wish for me to finish?" she inquired, nibbling on her lobe.Buffy grinned."Slayer bad," she breathed.
Willow's smile grew. Dragging her tongue along Buffy's ear, she licked ever so lightly, gently sucking, kissing. Then, without warning, she raised her hand in the air and brought it down onto her backside. There was a small yelp of surprise, followed by a satisfied sigh. Looking up at her fellow pets, Willow raised a brow.
"Mistress Slayer has been bad," she announced.
"Naughty Mistress," Tara mused, shaking her head, as her hand climbed toward Buffy's bum. " Naughty Mistress must be punished. "
With that said, she repeated Willow's action.
Anya followed, saying, "You will count, Mistress. "
Buffy moaned and began counting as her three pets took turns spanking her. Each one, a bit harder than the previous and soon there was a small fire on the Slayer's bottom. It wasn't long before low moans turned to lower growls and the trio exchanged a look. It was time.
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"Tighter." Tara adjusted the silk around Buffy's wrist. "Mmm, much better, Pet," she purred, her breathing fast, anxious.
Tara leaned down and kissed her softly, a mere brushing of lips. Buffy wanted more, her mouth hungry for the sweetness of the witch, and demanding, her tongue dominating her pet's with a vengeance.
Anya took her place next to her mistress and began tracing light circles over her breast with a fingertip. The new sensation shot through Buffy like a bullet and her entire body shook, bringing the kiss to an end.
Quickly catching her breath, Tara moved to the other side of the Slayer and went to work on her other breast. Slowly massaging, she and Anya brought the bound blonde to the brink of ecstasy, only to go back and do it all again, this time, with their mouths. Tender sucks and light licks, over and over, teasing Buffy's aching nipples with no mercy.
Willow watched for a few moments, enjoying the sight of her Mistress Slayer tugging on her restraints, chewing her lip and writhing in the delicious torment. But soon the witch's desire overtook her and she slipped between Buffy's legs.
"Oh Will," the Slayer moaned, feeling the redhead's tongue slip inside of her. "Mmm..."
Willow took her time, teasing and tasting the woman she loved, slowly licking, tenderly sucking and gently nibbling. Buffy moaned, gasped and mewled with sheer pleasure as her pets drove her to the edge of abandonment repeatedly, yet never taking her over. Tara and Anya devoured her breasts, each skillfully manipulating the pert, hard nipples with their talented mouths. Willow lingered between her thighs, savoring the warm, wet, sweetness.
Eyes rolled back in her head, Buffy found the delicious torture to be too much.
"Will," her voice shaking with need.
Nothing more needed to be said. Willow slammed her tongue deep into the Slayer, hands gripping muscular hips. She thrust hard, fast, tongue flicking, teeth scraping and Buffy responded hungrily, raising her hips and huskily begging for more. The redheaded witch didn't disappoint. Nails digging into smooth, pale flesh, she pumped without mercy, plunging deeper and deeper, fiercely taking what she wanted. Not to be outdone, Anya and Tara sucked harder. Then, as if on cue, both bit down hard, making Buffy cry out. Following suite, Willow's mouth moved to the Slayer's throbbing clit where she took a fierce bite, sending Buffy over the edge screaming.....
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Spike smiled like the Cheshire cat.
"Not bad," Xander stated, shifting in his chair.
"Not bad? Bloody hell, Chubbs, you're about ready to bust your bleedin' trousers!"
"It had its moments, I give you that. But mine, way better."
Spike's brow shot up.
"Two cheerleaders, a nurse and Xena?"
"A classic blend."
"Classic rot, that's what it is."
They stared at each other for a moment then broke out into two huge grins.
"Ok, Chubbs, how about the dark Slayer and your ex, the prom queen."
Xander's grin blossomed into a full grown, all over your face, smile.
"Hmm, I see...a hot professor and a naughty little student," he purred, closing his eyes for the visual.
"Think I'm with you on this one, Chubbs," Spike mused, doing the same. "Bloody hell, yes!"
Finished