Chapter 13: Jealousy and Desire
It was quite possibly the worst decision he’d ever made. He’d been told for years how terrible it was, but William never would have believed it had he not seen it with his own two eyes.
The mall – on Christmas Eve – was perhaps the scariest and most frightening place on Earth. But, William and Buffy decided that they would in fact go to Santa Monica to visit his father, which meant he had to buy a gift. And, he’d yet to get anything for Buffy, so this was a great opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, though he was starting to have his doubts about the whole thing when he saw the long lines of people filing outside of the shops. This was going to take ages.
William bought Buffy a berry smoothie before they started on the hunt for the perfect gift. She mentioned that you couldn’t shop without having something to drink, so he got himself one as well. According to Buffy-logic, one could concentrate on their purchases much better if they had the distraction of a straw to suck delicious fruity goodness through. After an hour and thirty minutes of shopping, and slurping on the icy beverage, William couldn’t help but agree. They’d already found something for his dad. He also secretly loved watching her point at something with the end of her straw before darting her tongue out to pull it back in her mouth again. They walked hand in hand, the ones not clutching their frosty drinks, and Buffy noticed that William’s pace had slowed down. He was looking intently at something and she smiled.
“You want to go in there?”
He stopped and took a sip of his drink, shrugging shyly.
“It’s ok, we can go in there.”
“You sure?”
She rolled her eyes good-naturedly and dragged him into the music store. “Come on.”
His entire demeanor changed the instant they walked inside. His eyes sparkled as he marched straight to the M section, smiling like a little boy. He plucked a CD from the racks and his eyes went wide. “They’re still makin’ records? Where have I been?” Buffy looked over his shoulder to see the band he had his eyes on.
“Modest Mouse? Who’s that?”
“You’ve never heard…really?”
She shrugged and took a sip.
“Oh man, I listened to these guys in high school. Kinda nerdy-rock, but…it was fitting for me at the time.”
“So you were a big nerd, huh?”
“The biggest, baby,” he said smirking. “An’ now these guys are all the rage. Holy shit! Mr. Bungle!”
“Mr. who?”
“Mike Patton? You know him?”
“Can’t say I do,” she said reluctantly.
“He was also in Faith No More? You’ve…you’ve never heard of Mike Patton? The man who’s been in more bands, collaborated with more musicians than just about anyone? John Zorn…hell, he’s even worked with Bjork.” At her confused expression, he continued. “Mr. Bungle is like…well, it’s a band that anyone with good sense owns or appreciates, especially their last two. He even helped produce a lot of bands, back when indie actually meant independent labels. Some group called The Strokes came in and bollixed the name up for everyone. But in the late ‘80s and even in the ‘90s, when I was in school…this was considered underground.”
“Sorry…I’m not a big music buff. But, I have heard of The Strokes.”
“Typical,” he said rolling his eyes.
“I think they’re kinda catchy.”
“Catchy? You like the same chord progression for every song interspersed with shitty lyrics sung by simpering nancy boys with stupid swooping hair-dos that…never mind.”
“As opposed to…” she grabbed one of the CD’s from the short stack in his hands, held it up and said, “Guys dressed in tuxedos with eyeballs for heads?”
He grabbed the CD from her scrutinizing hands. “I know you’re not making fun of The Residents, love.”
“I’m just saying…that maybe you’re a little bit of a music snob.”
“A snob? I’m sorry if I appreciate good music instead of that bubble gum pop everyone seems to love. See, nerd rock, pet…as I call it, was our last vestige against the cheerleaders and jocks. We might not have had popularity, but we had bloody good taste in music and lyrics. Then they had to take that from us too. Suddenly it was cool to wear horn rim glasses and cardigan sweaters. So now we have to sit in coffee shops, clutching our journals and looking pensive until we can latch onto something else that will inevitably be stolen and made mainstream.”
“You do realize you’ve been a priest for the past ten years and this little diatribe of yours is incredibly hilarious, right?”
William’s shoulders sagged, holding the Mr. Bungle album that started this entire conversation; an album Buffy had never heard of or seen in her life, even if the album was named after the state they were living in. “Still pisses me off, though.” He shook his head and continued searching through CDs, reliving his childhood and teenage years. After three more attempts, he stopped asking her if she’d heard of the bands he grew up listening to. It didn’t bother Buffy that she’d never heard of Pavement or Belle and Sebastian, considering the fact that most of his music taste was horribly out of date. What bothered her was the slut working the counter who’d been staring at William since they came into the shop. She had bright turquoise hair, huge tits and an affinity to safety pins. When the slut turned the corner and headed towards them, Buffy grabbed William’s hand.
“Can I help you find anything?”
“No, I’m fine, thanks,” William said politely, turning back to the W section. “Real Gone…haven’t heard this album,” he said to himself.
“You like Tom Waits?” she said flirtatiously and Buffy’s eyes narrowed.
“Oh, yeah! He’s brilliant. Is this any good?”
As they continued to speak of Tom Waits’ latest catalog of albums that William had missed out on over the past ten years, Buffy angrily sucked down the last bits of her smoothie. This bitch was getting awfully chummy with her boyfriend and she didn’t like it one bit. William’s only saving grace was that he was too innocent to realize that she was interested in him. He was just glad to have someone to talk about music with. But when the slut slipped something in his hand and winked at him, William stared at the scrap of paper and blushed as she walked away.
“I think…I think she just hit on me,” he said quietly, turning to Buffy.
“Yeah, and you’re surprised? She was practically fucking you against the shelves,” she replied with a hint of jealousy that William found absolutely adorable.
William smirked. “I just got hit on!”
“Rub it in, why don’t you?” She started to walk away but William quickly grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him.
“Are you jealous?” He was grinning at her and wrapping his arms around her waist.
“Yes, I’m jealous! That girl was all…with the blue hair and the music knowledge and the tits! And don’t think that by kissing my neck you’re off the hook, mister.”
William pulled away from the crook of her neck and bit his lip. “But you’re so cute I can’t help it.”
She pushed away from him, smiling. “Can we just go, lover boy?”
“Sure, pet.” He walked to the counter and made his purchases, studiously avoiding the Blue Slut’s eyes as they blatantly raked over his form. It did not go unnoticed by his blonde girlfriend, however. William didn’t think there was anything especially attractive about what he was wearing or how he looked, but he was chuffed to bits that someone found him to be interesting enough to hit on. No stranger ever had before, and there wasn’t a man alive who wouldn’t be flattered by it, even if she did have a weird droopy left eye.
Once they were safe from the claws of the bitch, Buffy tossed their empty cups in the trash and glared at her boyfriend who was smiling like a bastard. “You threw that phone number away, right?”
William made a big show of crumpling the paper and tossing it in the trash. “Like I’d call some girl named Trixie. ‘Sides…I’ve got you,” he said, walking towards her and running his hands down her arms.
“Damn right,” she said with a pout. “You’re my hunk of handsome.” She stood on her toes and kissed him, the blue-haired whore forgotten when he moaned against her lips and pulled her body flush against his.
“Do you mind if we split up for a bit?” he asked, rocking her body from side to side and nibbling on her ear.
“I’ll mind if you keep doing that,” she said coyly.
He chuckled and pulled away. “I’ve got something I need to pick up an’ I can’t do it with you there.”
Her eyes sparkled and she smiled. “Are you getting me a Christmas present, William?”
“Well…yeah? What kind of man do you think I am? ‘S our first Christmas, kitten.”
“In that case you may go,” she said in mock seriousness.
“Oh, thank you, ma’am,” he said jokingly. “You want to meet in say…an hour?”
“Sure. We’ll meet in front of the store where you got hit on. That way you’ll remember the landmark.”
He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, grinning when she playfully punched him in the shoulder. “Minx.”
“Yeah, yeah…get out of here.” She gave him a parting kiss and watched his retreating form. Once he was out of sight, she turned and walked back to the music store. There were a few things she could buy for William now that she had an idea of what he liked, especially since he’d only bought two CD’s and she knew he was debating on three others. Once she’d grabbed them, she sauntered up to the counter, giving Trixie the stink eye.
“So, you’re a big Ennio Morricone fan?” Trixie said doubtfully, scanning the CD’s into her database.
“No…but my boyfriend is. You know that guy you were drooling all over?”
“Oh, please…like he would waste his time with you,” Trixie said, dangerously teetering over the line of customer/employee interactions when she spoke to Buffy like she was an eight-year-old. “Does he know you have a crush? That’s so cute. How old are you, anyway?”
Buffy was fuming. The nerve of this bitch! “Old enough to feel sore from him fucking me for six hours straight last night.”
Trixie’s mouth gaped open but before she could make a snappy retort, Buffy stopped her. “And by the way,” she said, throwing a pile of cash on the counter and grabbing her bagged purchase, “he tossed your number the minute he got outside.” She waved sweetly at the girl as she turned to walk away, stopping in the doorway to say one final thing. “You have stupid hair.”
Yes, it was petty, and yes, it was childish. But Buffy didn’t care. William was the first man who’d stuck around, the first person she’d ever cared about and she’d be damned before she let some freaky ho try and put the moves on him. Possessive Buffy was driving shotgun now.
~*~*~*~
Buffy collapsed on the bed, her shopping bags falling unceremoniously on the floor. “You realize you’re going to have to leave the room at some point so I can wrap these, right?”
“If I must,” William said, crawling over her body and kissing her neck. “But I have no interest in goin’ anywhere right now.”
Buffy smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, humming when he pressed himself between her legs. “Trying to make the most of our time, are you?”
For a moment, she could see a flash of sadness in his eyes but it was quickly replaced with lust. “Oh yes, kitten,” he whispered as his hands swept up her sides and landed on her breasts, giving them a playful squeeze. “We’ve only got another week and I plan on utilizing our time wisely.”
“So get to it, captain!” she said, wiggling her hips beneath him.
William dove down for a passionate kiss before he pulled away. “I almost forgot!” He quickly jumped off the bed and walked over to his bags, rummaging through them. Buffy sat up on the edge, tilting her head to get a peek.
“What is it?”
“Well,” he said nervously, scratching the back of his head, “you wouldn’t…um…you wouldn’t mind trying somethin’, would you?”
“Um…I guess it depends on what it is.”
“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” he hurriedly assured her as he walked back to the bed holding a black plastic bag. “But…I think you’d like it. In fact, I’m pretty sure you will.”
“William, just get to it and tell me what it is!”
William sighed and then nodded. “Right then. So, how do you feel about role playing?”
“Role playing?” She cocked a brow, though she was intrigued.
“You know…like,” he tucked one foot under his leg and faced her, “playing a character in a fantasy.”
Buffy had to bite her lip from grinning at William. He was so excited and it was probably the most adorable thing she’d ever seen. “And just what sort of fantasies do you have?”
He cleared his throat and blushed. He blushed! “It sort of started when we…when you first started coming into my office for…you know…”
“Sexy spankings?” she said coyly.
He glared at her. “I’m being serious, pet.”
“I know, I know,” she said with a grin. “Continue.”
“And I’m confident in your acting skills to pull this off.”
“Ok, I was in two plays at St. Mary’s and both of them were adaptations of the bible.”
“Exactly! That’s why I know you’ll be so good at this!”
And now Buffy was incredibly skeptical. “Can you just show me what’s in the bag?”
He licked his lips and leaned down to grab the bag. He pulled out a few toys, and then a few more, and then a few more.
“Oh my god, William! You went to a porn shop all by yourself?” She was giggling like crazy, inspecting the various paddles, dildos and…was that a cock ring?
“And bought everything, apparently. I was like a kid in a bleedin’ candy store in there.”
“I guess so,” she laughed. “Wait, what or where do you plan on putting this?” She picked up a ten inch life-like dildo.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Thought it was funny. Maybe we can paint it and put it on the wall. Like an African fertility statue.”
She shook her head with mirth and then clasped her hands between her knees. “So…please explain to me what role I’m supposed to be playing here?”
He grinned cheekily and stood up, raising a pointed finger in the air. “That, my dear…is where this costume comes into play.” He grabbed a second bag and pulled out the garb he intended her to wear.
Buffy’s mouth opened and her eyes went wide. “That’s a nun outfit! You want me to dress up like a nun?”
His eyebrows raised and he looked at the habit and gown and then back at her. “Yeah?”
She folded her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes. “Have you been crushing on the sisters at school?”
He shuddered, “Ugh, no…need I remind you that Sister Margaret, God bless her, has a bushier mustache than Burt Reynolds?”
She covered her mouth and giggled. “Ok, point taken. But why the nun thing?”
“Because it’s bloody sexy, that’s why! Think about it,” he said sitting next to her on the bed again, leaning close. “I’ll be the priest, looking stern and authoritative and you’ll be the timid, shy virginal nun who can’t resist my sinister attraction. Besides, it’s only fair.”
“So, you want dialog, then? Like, the whole kit and caboodle?”
“Of course, love,” he whispered, nibbling on her ear and trailing one hand up her thigh. “All you have to do is follow my lead, play off what I say or ask of you. And then we’ll get to the naughty parts.”
Ignoring the flood of moisture in her panties created from his voice, she said, “I still don’t see how this outfit is sexy.”
“It’s what’s underneath that’s sexy, and of course I took care of that as well.” He handed her another bag holding a black garter belt, stockings and a sheer black demi bra.
“You’re wicked, aren’t you?” She licked his bottom lip.
“You have no idea,” he said, leering at her. “Now get dressed before I ruin my jeans.” He swatted her behind as she stood up to go to the bathroom and he immediately disrobed to change into his priest uniform. He might as well make the most out of it now, considering he wouldn’t be wearing it for its real purpose any longer. Once he was dressed, he took the toys off the bed and situated them appropriately and sat at the small desk in the tiny office area of the hotel room, waiting patiently for Buffy. He was already hard and trying to calm himself down.
He was embarrassed to admit that he’d had this fantasy on more than one occasion, but he was glad that she took to it well. A nun symbolized purity, virginity, something untouched and sacred. And he wanted to take that purity away from her, as she did with him. He wanted to corrupt her, mark her as his, just as she did to him. This was also a fantastic way to play on even ground, and perhaps she’d understand him a little better, what she’d taken from him, and what she gave him in return. He just hoped it wouldn’t all go to pot once she walked out the door. But he had faith that she could play the part of the nun. After all, she did a bang up job as Mother Mary in the Christmas play the previous year and hated to confess that he had to remove his coat to hide his erection during the course of the production. When she emerged, William groaned and quickly covered it up by clearing his throat. She looked bloody gorgeous in the wimple and habit, even though her facial expression told him how doubtful she was about it. But once Buffy saw the desire in his eyes, she smiled.
“You wanted to see me, Father?” she said softly, just like a good nun who never raised her voice and spoke in hushed tones.
“Yes, sister. Please have a seat.”
She bowed slightly and sat across from him, looking nervous and frightened. He liked that.
“How long since you took your vows, Sister?”
“I’ve only been a nun for a year, Father.”
“And in that year, you’ve been having doubts about your decision, correct?”
Buffy blinked shyly and looked at the ground. She was finding this to be incredibly easy. “I’m sorry, Father, but I cannot lie. I was forced to join a convent when I was very young and I’m afraid this is the only life I’ve ever known.”
“But now that you’ve made the commitment, you feel that perhaps you’ve made a mistake.”
Buffy nodded, wringing her hands together. “Please forgive me.”
William’s jaw tightened as he struggled to gain control. He wanted to jump across the desk and kiss her to death. “You needn’t seek my forgiveness. Only God can forgive you.” William stood slowly, gripping his hands behind his back as he walked around the desk. “Is there something else you’d like to tell me, Sister?”
Buffy’s back stiffened when he came closer to her, feeling the lust pouring off of him in waves. “I don’t…think so.”
William pursed his lips and sat on the edge of the desk directly in front of her, blocking her in by placing his legs on either side of hers. “You shouldn’t lie to your priest, Sister. That, I will not forgive.”
“I’m sorry,” she stuttered, her eyes darting around the room as her heart rate increased. “But I do not know what you’re asking me, Father.”
William folded his arms and tilted his head. “A nun is to be humble in the eyes of God. She is to give up her worldly things on the day she makes her vows. Not only that, but her vanity must suffer. Correct?”
She looked up at him and swallowed. “Yes, Father.”
He grabbed a pencil from his desk and leaned down, hooking the tip of it behind the hem of her habit and lifted it up a few inches, exposing her legs. “So why is it that you are wearing these black stockings?” He craned his neck to look at her, his blue eyes darkened with a desire she’d never witnessed before.
Buffy nervously adjusted her skirt when he stood up again, covering her legs and turning her face away from him. “This is not appropriate!”
William’s fingers curled around the edge of the desk, gripping it tightly as his eyes raked over her form. “Indeed, it is not. Do you think I don’t notice the way you look at me during Mass, Sister?”
Buffy blushed and then gasped when he pushed off the desk and circled behind her. Suddenly his mouth was inches from her ear when he said, “Do you think I don’t see that glistening tongue of yours, peeking out between your plump red lips to wet them, lingering a bit too long when you’ve caught me staring back?”
Buffy closed her eyes, panting as his hot breath wafted over her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
William smiled inwardly. She was doing very well. Too well. “Oh, I think you do,” he said huskily, his fingers trailing down her arms.
“But…you’re a man of the cloth and I am a bride of Christ. I would never—“
“Yes, you would,” he said with a grin, walking back around to face her again. He got on his knees and the tips of his fingers delicately caressed the top of her feet. She jumped slightly and he grabbed her ankles, holding her still. “Why are you so afraid of what you and I both want?”
Buffy clutched the armrests of the chair, whimpering when his fingers made a slow trek up her shins beneath her skirt. “You…want me?”
He looked up at her through his thick eyelashes as one corner of his mouth lifted in a cocky smirk. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his painfully hard cock, moaning when she gasped. “Can’t you tell how badly I want you, Sister?”
“But…I’ve never…”
“Shh,” he said and then he pushed her habit up and over her thighs. Just the sight of the garter straps clinging desperately to her stockings was enough to make him growl, and so he did. Buffy’s mouth hung open as her legs spread before him involuntarily. His hands moved up her thighs, around to her backside and he abruptly pulled her ass to the edge of the seat and ground his pelvis against her.
“Oh!”
“Sister Buffy,” he cooed, “you aren’t wearing any knickers.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Such a naughty girl.”
“Forgive me,” she whined, lolling her head back on the chair and closing her eyes as he unfastened the buttons of her habit, pushing it open and exposing her body before him.
“Not yet.” William was struggling for composure as he stared at her body. The long black robe hung on the sides of her shoulders, exposing the black bra which left nothing to the imagination, her golden stomach rising and falling with every intake of breath, her shaved pink pussy framed with the black satin of her garter belt. His eyes easily moved down her form, guided by the black wooden rosary that dangled between her breasts and fell just above her belly button. He flattened his hand on her stomach and moved upwards, between the valley of her breasts and up to her neck, hidden by the white fabric of her wimple. Father William leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, swallowing the soft mewl that escaped her. Buffy refused to touch him, still clinging to the arms of her chair in restraint. Sister Buffy wouldn’t relent yet, even though it was obvious how much she wanted him.
William kissed every inch of her face not covered by the habit. “Stand up.”
Her eyes opened and she watched Father William stand, offering his hand to help her. She swallowed a lump in her throat and placed her shaking hand in his, allowing him to pull her up off the chair. Once she stood, she lowered her head and closed her eyes, secretly loving the feel of his hands as they pushed her garment off her shoulders. All of this was so wrong, but Father William was making her feel things she’d never experienced before. As if reading her thoughts, he said, “Don’t worry, Sister. I won’t tell a soul.”
“Thank you, Father.”
He smiled before his expression turned dark. “But you’ll have to do something for me in return.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“One step at a time, love. First thing’s first, take my clothes off.”
“What? I can’t…I can’t do that.”
“Yes you can,” he whispered and placed her hands on his chest. “Don’t you want to see? Don’t you want to touch me?”
She bit her lip and nodded, trying not to smile at the hungry expression on her boyfriend’s face. She quickly made short work of the buttons on his shirt and slid it off of him, licking her lips when his well-defined muscles and pale skin were bared to her. William couldn’t resist her mouth and started nibbling and sucking on it as she unbuckled his belt. Before she could unbutton his trousers, however, he grabbed her wrists and spun her around. Buffy moaned when one of his strong hands slipped around her waist and flattened on her stomach, pulling her back flush against his chest. His other hand caressed her thighs and she arched into him, rubbing her ass against the bulge in his pants. Doing so was apparently a mistake, however, because as soon as she did it, she found herself bent over with Father William’s hand crashing down on her ass.
“Father!”
“Is that what you want, Sister?” He spanked her again.
“Oh!”
“Because I’ll tell you right now,” he said angrily and dragged her to the bed, tossing her on her stomach, “if you start shoving that ass of yours any higher in the air, I’ll be covering it with bruises.”
Buffy groaned, using all her strength not to beg him to make that threat a promise. Sister Buffy wouldn’t have cracked so soon. “Please…forgive me,” she said weakly and her ass wiggled as she tried to situate herself on the bed. Father William was not amused with her teasing and he yanked her hands to the top of the bed, quickly tied her wrists to the headboard and straddled her thighs. She knew he was about to do something when she heard his sharp intake of breath, but when he brought down the end of a large riding crop onto her ass, she shrieked. “William!”
“Oh God, I didn’t hurt you did I?” he said, breaking character for a moment when concern took over.
She smiled, turning her head to the side and winked at him. William sighed in relief and shook his head with a sexy smirk. “Right then.” He raised his arm holding the skinny whip and smacked her on the ass again, nestling his tongue against his bottom lip.
She moaned, her ass lifting in the air for more and couldn’t help the husky giggle that escaped her when his hands gripped her ass. “I knew you wanted me.” One finger dipped between her legs, massaging her folds. He groaned and rubbed his free hand up her spine, “Fuck, you’re wet.”
“Please…”
“Don’t worry, kitten. You’re gonna get it.” He unhooked her bra and pushed it off her back, kissing his way down her spine to her ass as his hands slid beneath her, grabbing both breasts for a moment before they slid down her stomach and onto her hips. He lifted her up onto her knees and grabbed something from the floor before he returned. She heard a switch and then a vibrating sound and Buffy squirmed in anticipation.
William had a leather paddle in one hand and a tiny vibrating clitoris stimulator in the other, grinning with excitement. At this point, all he wanted was to tease her mercilessly and make her scream his name which he was confident she’d be doing very soon. “Tell me Sister Buffy,” he started gently rubbing her folds with the stimulator, growing harder every second when she let out low throaty noises, “do you touch yourself and think of me?”
“Yes, Father William.” She arched her back and spread her legs a bit more, gripping the headboard for support.
The paddle smacked her ass and he pressed the vibrator against her clit, eliciting a harsh cry. “So do I, my dear.” He bent forward and licked her entrance, circling her clit with the stimulator. “Mmm, so sweet.”
“Oh, God…”
“Is not here at the moment,” he said wickedly. William gripped the straps of her garter belt and tugged them away from her ass before releasing them with a loud snap. Buffy was dangerously close to the point of no return. He flipped her over onto her back and scooted forward on his knees, settling himself between her thighs. He unzipped his trousers with one hand while the other returned to her clit with the vibrating toy. He smiled arrogantly at her as she stared at his cock when he began stroking it languidly before her. “Have you ever seen a cock before?”
She shook her head vehemently.
“But you like it, don’t you? You’re wondering what it tastes like, what it feels like inside you.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He switched the toy off and removed his pants, shoes and socks completely and returned to the bed, straddling her chest. Buffy licked her lips, waiting for her prize but William was taking his time. He fingered the beads of her rosary and twisted it in his hands, pulling her up with it to his face and when his was a hairsbreadth away from hers he said, “I bet you’re just dying to suck my cock you dirty little sinner.” Before she could answer, he devoured her mouth in a passionate kiss, fondling her breasts beneath her loosened bra that still hung around her shoulders. He leaned back, proud of the display beneath him. A few loose tendrils of hair slid out beneath her wimple and the rosary lay limp about her bare neck and chest, her arms taut as she wiggled in her restraints. God, she was gorgeous. He scooted up a bit more and grasped his cock at the base, tempting her with it as it hung mere inches from her mouth.
“Please, Father William, please let me.”
“I do love the begging kind,” he said deviously and placed the tip of his cock at her mouth, hissing when her tongue eagerly swirled around the head before engulfing it in her hot mouth. “Oh, Buffy.” Both of his hands flattened against the wall above her for support as she greedily sucked and licked his cock. At that moment he was regretting those restraints, knowing how talented she was with her hands. He let her have her way with him for a few moments before pulling away, chuckling when she whimpered. He moved down her body, licking and kissing her flesh, until he was eye level with her pussy and gave it a long appreciative lick before turning the toy back on and circling her clit with it. Two fingers gently made their way into both entrances, assaulting all three places with masterful touches and vibrations while his mouth kissed and bit her thighs, her stomach, and her nipples, lingering a bit on the latter until they were wet and erect.
Buffy’s body grew taut like a drum, submitting to the feel of his long fingers slowly gliding in and out of her, the vibrator flicking her clit and William’s eyes locked with hers, bringing her to release with reckless abandon. She cried out and trembled as her muscles clamped down on his fingers. Before the orgasm subsided, she was flipped over on her stomach again and William was biting and licking her ass, fingering her and moaning into her reddened flesh. She needed him inside her, needed to feel his cock, but instead she felt the sharp sting of a riding crop on her ass and she decided that wasn’t so bad.
But then the tip of his erection rubbed against her backside and she hummed with enthusiasm, swaying her hips from side to side in invitation. She heard him moving something around for a minute but didn’t dare peek at what he was doing. She heard a second vibrating sound, coupled with William’s groaning and she really wondered what the hell he was doing, but then his cock was sliding inside her and she knew. Neither of them had ever used a vibrating cock ring before but after only the first few seconds, they decided that it would become a regular item in the bedroom.
William gripped her hips and slowly pushed in and pulled out, biting his lip to keep from coming, not knowing that the cock ring would take care of that for him. Buffy pushed against him, trying to speed up the pace. She was so desperate for him to fuck her and William took to her cues, thrusting harder inside. Not wanting any part of her neglected, he took the clit stimulator and circled her second entrance with it. When she started shouting and crying out his name, William growled, picking up the riding crop and fell forward a bit, grabbing her arm with one hand for a minute as he continued to thrust inside her. He tried to pull back but realized she’d gripped the riding crop with her teeth. Smiling, he grabbed both ends of the crop with his hands, and she clamped down on it in the middle like a horse bit.
“You wild thing,” he said with a hint of amusement and started to plow into her, riding her like a horse, craning her neck back with the crop. This position allowed him to pull her into every thrust and hang on for dear life as he fucked her hard and fast, grunting with every twist of his hips. Buffy moaned in turn, loving the control he had over her.
“Oh, fuck, Buffy…need my hands.”
He dropped the riding crop and latched onto her ass, feeling the building sensation of his orgasm but unable to release it. She cried out when her climax slammed into her, bucking against him and William growled in frustration, trying everything he could think of to come but unable to do so.
“Fuck…can’t…”
“Take it off, baby,” Buffy said, still fluttering from her orgasm.
He rolled his eyes, realizing his stupidity and removed the cock ring, coming almost at the same instant that he entered her again, shouting, “I love you! Oh, fuck, I love you, Buffy…” He collapsed on top of her, swallowing gulps of air and clumsily kissing her back. “Jesus.”
“That was intense,” she agreed, but wiggled to alert him to her plight.
“Oh, right, sorry love,” he said, untying her from the headboard and smiled apologetically to her. She immediately kissed him and curled into his side, removing her wimple and shaking out her hair.
“We totally just…fucked like porn stars.”
William laughed and pulled her closer against him, sighing when his chuckles subsided. “Damn straight we did. That was…well, that was brilliant.”
“Yeah…and we didn’t even use all your toys.”
“There’s plenty of time for that,” he said as he craned his neck towards the nightstand to inspect the alarm clock. “We’ve got four more hours before it’s time to sleep, and then we have to get up and drive for god knows how long.”
“Four hours, huh?” She bit her lip and rubbed his chest.
“Thirty second breather, pet.”
“I’m placing my bets on fifteen.”
“Oh, you know me so well?”
“See? You’re already on top of me.”
“You love it.”