Of (Super) Human Bondage
by Nemo
Rating: NC-17
Distribution: Oralfxatn's site, otherwise ask and ye shall receive.
Notes: English spelling where relevant.
Dedication: To Gina G as always
Summary: PWP
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B had bought a new bed. She blamed me for breaking the old one, but it wasn't like I was on my own at the time. As far as I'm concerned, if she's gonna do that kind of thing to me then she shouldn't be surprised if I accidentally break the odd item of furniture.
I wasn't there when it was delivered, so I had a real surprise when I walked into our bedroom. The bed is huge, let me tell you. Mammoth, fuckin' humungous, if that's a word. No matter, you know what I mean. It's really big. She had piled dozens of pillows and cushions onto it, and covered the rest with rosepetals. So sweet - or at least that's what I thought at the time.
It doesn't look so nice anymore, seeing as how I'm now handcuffed to the fucking thing. I really lose my edge when I'm around B - I like to stare at her with a goofy expression on my face, and she likes to jump me when I least expect it. She certainly got me good this time. I'm willing to bet I don't look goofy right now though.
"Fuck B! This isn't funny let me go!" I throw my weight against the cuffs for the umpteenth time, but they're not budging at all. Strong cuffs, strong bed. I definitely approve of the latter - kinda necessary the way we go at it - but despite my reputation I am NOT into the kinky shit. Well, not much anyway. Buffy does have a habit of getting what she wants though, and you'd be surprised at some of the things she wants. She ain't half as innocent as people seem to think.
She jumps onto the bed and sits astride me, wearing one of the new expressions she's been developing since we finally got it together. Unless I'm very much mistaken, this is her 'hold onto your hat, I'm gonna fuck you senseless' look, which I normally appreciate. Not like this though.
"Stop moving Faith, you're spoiling it." She grabs the waistband of my pants and drags me down the bed, so that I don't have any slack with which to attack the cuffs, then settles back down, making herself comfortable. The pillows prop up my back, and I'm not too uncomfortable except for the tension in my arms. She gazes down at me with that look in her eyes - you know, that look - and leans forward, pressing her lips against mine. I can feel my toes curling involuntarily as she interrogates my mouth with her tongue; I want to grab her and rip all her clothes off, but I can barely twitch my arms. She breaks the kiss and sits back up, chest heaving and eyes gleaming.
"Not that I don't appreciate the sentiment B, but can you please take these fucking things off?" She shakes her head and makes a shushing noise, laying her finger across my lips. I try to bite her finger, but she's too quick for me. Nothing new there. "I'm not joking B. Take them off now!" She grins and pulls a silk scarf out of her pocket. Taking an end in each hand she leans back down towards my head. "Don't you fucking dare B. Buffy! I'm warning you! I will fucking ki...." She cuts me off, gagging me with the scarf and leaving me mumbling impotently. Aren't we supposed to have a safety signal or something? The least she could have done was ask first.
I'm struggling against the cuffs again, trying to get some leverage, when Buffy pulls a clasp knife out of her pocket and I freeze. We're getting on fine these days. Better than fine. She wouldn't do anything silly would she? All that bad stuff is behind us now. At least I think it is. She unfolds the knife and waves it in front of my face, my eyes following the path of the blade. It isn't a big knife, but it certainly looks effective. The blade is slightly curved and single edged, maybe three inches long. It's just big enough to reach all the major organs. Maybe I was wrong about that expression she's wearing.
"What's the matter baby? Don't you trust me?" She is gonna be in so much trouble, assuming that she doesn't gut me like a fish. I shiver as she slowly runs the point of the blade the length of my body. She pulls up the bottom edge of my sweater, then quickly slashes the knife back up my body, towards my face. I shut my eyes, and feel the wind of the blade passing my face. After a couple of long seconds I realise I'm in still in one piece and open my eyes again, looking down. My sweater has been neatly cut from waistline to neck. Buffy starts cutting the sleeves, and within seconds she's pulling what used to be my top from my body, then cuts through my bra straps and pulls that free as well. I knew she wouldn't hurt me, not my B. She's just trying to scare me, but it's not working. Well, not much anyway.
I give a muted gasp as she takes my left nipple into her mouth, gently sucking at the tender flesh. She teases me with her tongue while she brings her free hand up and starts to caress my other breast, brushing her fingertips over my soft skin. In the space of a few seconds I've gone from anger through fear to arousal. She really knows how to pull my switches. My heart is beating so fast it feels like it might burst free of my chest at any moment, and I can feel my juices start to flow. I lean my head back and close my eyes, and bask in the warmth of her attentions.
She must have put down the knife, because I can feel both her hands on me now, caressing and kneading and... oh! A shudder runs through me as B bites down on one nipple and pinches the other, pulling and twisting the sensitive flesh. The momentary flash of pain is so good... I twitch, trying to arch my body against her but the handcuffs and her weight on my hips restrain me. I sigh in disappointment as her mouth departs, tongue trailing across the slope of my breast and into my cleavage.
"Faith, open your eyes..." - her tongue caresses my skin between words, stoking the heat between us, intensifying the fever raging in my body - "look at me honey... I want you to watch me..." I do as she says, looking down to see her gazing back at me, hazels eyes boring into mine. She maintains eye contact as she kisses her way up the slope of my right breast, staring at me from under long eyelashes, until looking down she slowly drags her tongue across my nipple in a lazy circular motion. Her lips fill my vision as she locks her mouth round my peak and sucks hard: she drags her head back and my nipple pops free with a sucking sensation. She lowers her head again grinning, taking me inside her once more. I want to wrap my hands in her hair, moan her name; let her know how she can make me feel. With her weight pinning me down I can barely even move my legs. This restraint is torture: I can feel the energy, the tension building up inside me with nowhere to go. My skin burns; I can feel beads of sweat forming. I moan into the gag, my muffled cries driving Buffy on.
I barely notice as she slips her hand under the waistband of my pants, until she cups me roughly over my panties, rubbing me hard through the thin material. "You're so wet Faith," she gasps, holding me down as my hips buck against her, "your panties are soaking." She presses a finger against my molten core, pushing the sodden panties inside of me. I clench my muscles hard around her inquisitive finger, feeling her just inside me, wrapped in the silken material. Christ she's driving me insane. One of us has definitely lost it; I want to scream she feels so good.
"You dirty bitch... you love it don't you?" She's mumbling to my breasts, but I can make her out fine. "I'm gonna take you right to the edge and then leave you there screaming in frustration. You belong to me, you're my toy..." This isn't B, it's some kind of sex demon possessing her or something. She's completely flipped. She'd be scary if she weren't so fuckin' hot.
Buffy slides to one side, freeing up my leg. I try to wrap it round her, but she forces it down with her free hand and glares at me. "Don't move! I don't wan't to hurt you." Hurt me? When did that become a possibility? Then she whips out that knife again and starts cutting my pants off. Oh. I hold perfectly still as she works - Buff is hot, but she ain't worth losin' a leg over. Leather pants, and that knife just slices right through like a razor. Fuck's sake, these pants aren't cheap. And it's not like she couldn't just undo them and pull 'em off. Thought I was supposed to be the psycho bitch around here. We are gonna have a serious talk, just as soon as she's finished abusing me. Assuming I can get that little blade off her.
She has to free up her other hand in order to finish cutting me out of my hideously expensive pants, but whether by accident or design she leaves a bit of my panties caught up inside my pussy, just enough to make me wanna squirm. I'm not moving a fucking muscle though, not until that knife goes away again.
The knife disappears and Buffy gets down between my bare legs. She gently brushes my thighs with her fingertips, gradually edging closer to my pussy. She starts to lick me through my panties, oh so slowly but gathering pace. I twitch and groan, desperate for release. Pinning my hips firmly with her arms she sucks hard at the sodden material, devouring my juices. She looks up briefly, her face glistening, before returning to lick me once more.
I'm starting to get close now, spasms running through me. Hopefully she'll forget about leaving me on the edge, lose control and push me over. Hah! No such luck though. She works her way back up until she's licking my belly button, scattering kisses all over my stomach. Christ I need it so bad, but she won't give it to me. Her lips leave a trail of my own juices all over my stomach as she waits for me to calm down. Finally she decides we can start again and starts kissing her agonising way back down to my dripping pussy. I pray for release, but she's barely started when...
...The doorbell rings. The fucking doorbell! And Buffy actually stops and gets up. "I'd better go see who that is," she says. What? You cannot. Be. Serious. I go mad throwing myself at the cuffs, kicking out at her. She is not fucking leaving me here while she goes off. Buffy just laughs and blows me a kiss. She leaves the room, shutting the door behind her. "Just a sec," I hear her shout as the doorbell goes again. A minute or so later I hear the door open, and the low murmur of conversation. Just get rid of them. Please, please, please. I hear the door shut and... fuck no! There are two voices outside the room. One is B, I think the other is Willow. Christ no. I am not having a threesome. I can't believe she'd do this to me.
I sigh with relief as the voices go past and then fade away as they go into another room. The minutes slowly crawl by, and I grow increasingly aware of just how turned on I really am. I'm literally soaking wet, just a twitching puddle of arousal handcuffed to a bed.
Eventually the voices come back, and head past the room to the front door. It seems like hours have passed since Buffy left the room. She should at least have the decency to finish what she starts. Finally the front door slams and Buffy returns, waltzing in with a grin the size of Texas plastered across her face. "Sorry about that, Willow left one of her magic books here, took a while to find it. And of course I had to offer her a cup of tea." A cup of tea! A fucking cup of...
"Oo hmmidge! Hunmy ma nmi iborcass!" Her face scrunches up as she tries to work out what I'm mumbling about.
"Im sorry babe, I didn't quite catch that. Did you say you want me to fuck you senseless then leave you tied to the bed?"
"Mmmarghh!" She climbs onto the bed and rips the gag from my mouth, pressing her lips to mine before I can say anything. It isn't fair. She shouldn't be allowed to kiss me when I'm pissed off at her. I just about manage to hang onto my thoughts until she eventually comes up for air.
"You fucking bitch B! Uncuff me now! I'm so not kidding; you can't do this kind of shit to people. And you definitely shouldn't go off for a fuckin' cup of tea in the middle..." I trail off into moans as she fingers me hard through my panties and grinds the heel of her hand over my clit.
"Shushhhh. Temper temper baby." Her hand keeps working busily as she leans closer and starts sucking my nipple again. Oh fuck. Where was I? Ummm... oh yeah.
"When I get out of here you are in so much trouble Buffy Summers... oh fuck! Oh fuck oh fuhohfuhohfuhfuhfuckkkkkk..." She gives me the most evil looking smirk I have ever seen, and if there's one thing I know about it's evil.
"I know. I'm counting on it." God I never knew she could be like this, so... well, fuckin' mental I suppose.
Almost in the blink of an eye she rips my panties apart and dives between my legs, her tongue lapping slowly at my swollen lips. She gently licks up my slit then just brushes my clit lightly with the tip of her tongue.
"Buffy, yeah, oh that's soooo..." She stops and looks up at me. It's getting' to be an irritating habit of hers.
"Yes what Faith?"
"Huh?"
"What's the magic word, Faith?"
"Please Buffy. Please don't stop."
"Beg me." Evil bitch, what is her problem?
"Fuck you B."
"Fine, suit yourself." She shrugs, and gets up. "Guess I'll just leave you to entertain yourself. Have fun."
"NO! Please B, I'm sorry. I'm begging you, please, please, just do this for me." She looks at me for a moment, tryin' to pretend like she's not sure, then shrugs again.
"Yeah, alright." She flashes that evil grin again and gets back down where she's needed.
"Well hooray for Jesus!" She slams two fingers right into me, all the way to the knuckle, then clamps her lips to my clit as she pounds me hard, sucking and licking and grinding and oh God she's good. She's the fucking best, literally. With bells on. I clasp her head between my thighs and hang on for dear life while she fucks me senseless, just like she said.
"Oh shit B yeah, you're so good, that's so good, fuck me harder B, oh fuck!" I grind against her face, trying to get even more sensation. I'm so close, I can feel it - and so can she.
She stops again, prising my legs apart and getting up. "Buffy, please... I can't take it any more..." Standing up she quickly pulls off her clothes, revealing her flawless skin and pert breasts, long toned legs and... aaaargh! This so isn't fair. I will have my revenge. However long she teases me for, I'm gonna take twice as long.
She picks up something in a plastic bag and puts it on the bedside table, before sitting back down on the bed. I try to keep calm, and try again.
"Buffy? Please baby don't leave me like this."
"I will just leave you there if you don't stop whining."
"Bitch. I do not whine, it's all your fault anyway and..." She gives me a look, and I shut up. Sometimes it's best to know when to give in.
My breath hitches as she slides two fingers into me slowly, moving them back and forth gently as she rubs her thumb over my swollen clit. She pulls them back out, and raising her fingers to her lips looks me straight in the eyes as she licks them clean.
Slowly she runs her hands over her breasts, down her flat stomach to the damp patch of curls, already glistening with her arousal. Lying back, she spreads herself with one hand and starts fucking herself with the other, biting her lip to suppress a moan. She looks so fucking hot, if I could get free I'd really give her something to moan about. After a minute or so she pulls out with a gasp and sits back up, raising her fingers to my lips.
I lick and suck her fingers, trying to get every last drop of her inside me. She removes her hand and kisses me, our juices mingling on our lips. The kiss grows deeper and more passionate; I'm more desperate than ever for an end to her little game, for her to take me over the edge. I moan into her mouth and grind my hips, trying to get her to take the hint, until finally she relents and slips two fingers back inside me.
"Is this what you want?" My hips and her hand move in time with each other as she asks her fucking stupid question. My only response is to moan wildly.
"How about this?" She forces another finger in and picks up the pace, three fingers knuckle deep in my pussy.
"B," I gasp, "oh fuck me yeah."
"Faith, tell me what you're gonna do to me when you get free." Oh my God.
"Um, uh, I'm gonna fuck you all night long... you're gonna beg me to stop and I'm just gonna ignore you, gonna fuck you 'til you pass out..." She starts grinding her palm against my clit, and my pussy clenches round her fingers. "Ohhhh, fuck... I'm gonna possess every inch of your body... your mouth, your tits, your cunt... oh Christ keep going B, I'm so close... gonna fuck you in the ass B, you like the sound of that? Oh fuck yeah..."
She kisses me again, still pumping her fingers inside of me, and then reaches into that bag and pulls something out of it.
"Well here's your chance babe." I'm right on the edge, and then I hear something smash on the floor and everything turns upside down and inside out...
...Suddenly I'm pounding my fingers into... into me, except that she's me and I'm her, and it's my body but it's not me that I can feel clenched round my fingers,
only they're not my fingers. She screams my name as she comes: my body, screaming my name. She's cheated me again, left me unfilfulled and horny as fuck while she gets fucked into the middle of next week.
She sighs as she comes down, her muscles slowly unclenching around my fingers. Her fingers... ah, whatever.
"I've been a very bad girl Faith. I should be punished." She puts her most guilty expression on, and looks up at me through long eyelashes. "Will you give me what I deserve Faith?"I pull our fingers out and lick them clean absent mindedly as I mull it over. I shrug. "Yeah alright. After I've had a cup of tea.
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