Summary: Buffy Summers, notorious bad girl at home in California, has been sent away to a small town in rural England to live with a distant relative. How can she possibly relieve her boredom? By seducing her shy, impressionable neighbor, of course.
Author's Notes: This isn't a straight PWP, but I doubt there will be much of a plot to it anyway. Just an idea that popped in my head and wouldn't go away. So don't go looking for some deep meanings and themes, 'cause they ain't there.
Dedication: For my favorite diva, 'cause I know she needs a little something to make her smile right now…
Rating: NC-17
Chapter 13
William looked down with a smirk, deciding this was the perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Buffy smiled around his cock, sliding it lazily in and out of her mouth. He reached down and stroked the side of her face. "So beautiful, Buffy. My gorgeous girl."
Buffy moaned her approval, making him hiss in pleasure at the vibrations it produced. The feel of her mouth and tongue on him was exquisite, but he wanted more—wanted to be inside of her. "Come here, baby," he said, crooking his finger.
Buffy trembled, more than happy to oblige as she slid up his body and onto his cock. " This what you wanted?" she asked, bouncing up and down leisurely.
"Yeah…just like that, sweetheart," William replied. "So good…"
Buffy leaned forward, placing her hands on his shoulders before sliding them down, grazing his chest with her nails. William groaned, thrusting up into her. He didn't think he could ever get enough of this. He could spend eternity buried inside Buffy's tight heat, and it would never be enough.
But he didn't have eternity. He had at best a few months before she graduated from high school and went back home to the States. Then she'd be in someone else's arms and he'd never get to touch her again.
With a growl, William flipped them over, the slow pace of their lovemaking disappearing. He grabbed Buffy under her knees, pushing her legs up towards her head as he drove into her. Buffy cried out in surprise but reached up to hold on to him and he plunged into her with hard deep strokes. "You're mine, Buffy," he said, his voice rough. "Mine."
"Yes!" Buffy cried, her body shaking. "I'm yours, William. I'm yours, I'm yours…" His thrusts were hitting deep inside her, and it didn't take her long to spiral over the edge, screaming his name as she came, the clamping of her inner muscles pulling William along with her.
William rolled off of her, lying on his back and panting heavily. Buffy looked over at him. "What was that all about?"
"Huh? What was what all about?"
"You suddenly went all caveman on me. Not that I'm exactly complaining, but what brought it on?"
Now that he'd calmed down, William felt a little ashamed of his actions. "I'm sorry, kitten. Don't know what came over me."
Buffy nestled against him. "Don't be sorry. I told you before I like you like that. All growly and possessive. I mean, I think I'm not really supposed to, this being the twenty-first century and all, but I do."
"As long as I didn't hurt you," William said.
"No, not at all." She smiled, pressing a kiss against his bare chest. "Did you miss the huge orgasm I had, 'cause damn, that was a good one… "
William chuckled. "I did notice that."
"So no need to worry. I'm all good." Buffy nuzzled against him, a contented smile on her face. "I'm really looking forward to falling asleep in your arms tonight, Will."
"Me, too," he said, kissing the top of her head.
"I liked the way it felt sleeping here with you before. It made me feel…safe, warm." Loved her mind added, though Buffy wouldn't let herself voice it. What they had going now was too good for her to say anything to drive William away.
William ran his fingers through her hair. "Glad I can make you feel that way."
"You make me feel lots of ways," Buffy said. "All of them good."
"You, too, kitten," William replied. Well, all good except the jealousy that made him fuck her like an animal, but he decided to leave that part out.
Buffy looked up at him. "Are you hungry?"
William chuckled at the suddenness of her question. "A little. Are you? Do you want something to eat?" Buffy nodded and William kissed her. "Wait here. I'll go see what I can find in the kitchen."
"Okay," Buffy said with a smile, moving so he could get up. She watched him slip on his jeans and a t-shirt, glad that he was still wearing the clothes she'd picked out for him. And not just because they looked damn good on him…
William leaned over and gave her a quick kiss. "Be back in a few, pet."
"I'll be waiting for you."
"Then I'll be quick."
*** *** ***
When William came back to his room, he found Buffy sitting on his bed wearing nothing but the blue silk shirt she'd picked out for him the day before. Her hair was as rumpled as his sheets, and he didn't think she'd ever looked quite as desirable as she did in that moment. She looked so entirely his . He wanted to say to hell with lunch and throw her back down on the bed, but she'd said she was hungry, and he couldn't go neglecting his girl.
"Is turkey okay?" he asked, handing her a plate with a sandwich and chips. Buffy nodded, taking it from him.
"Yep. Thanks, honey."
"Couldn't let my girl go hungry." He winked at her. "Have to keep your strength up."
Buffy smiled at him, taking a bite of her sandwich. They ate together there on his bed in comfortable silence. William smiled softly at Buffy, feeling lucky just to be sitting there with her. For right then, she was his.
"So is it just you and your mom?"
William blinked, Buffy's question taking him by surprise. "Um, yeah. My father died when I was little."
"Oh. I'm sorry, William. I didn't mean to…"
"It's all right," William said. "It was twelve years ago. I barely remember him. It was a car accident. Killed him and put my mother in a coma. The doctors didn't think she was going to make it. It's why she's still sick a lot now. Did…it did a lot of damage to her. They said the fact that she recovered like she did is nothing short of miraculous."
Buffy looked down. "I'm glad she did," she said softly.
"She told me…she told me she wouldn't let herself give up. Said she couldn't die and leave me alone."
"She sounds like she really loves you."
"Yeah, she does. I love her, too." William cleared his throat. "What about your parents?"
"Ugh, them ," Buffy said with a snort. "My father cares more about his precious money than he ever has about me, and my mother barely remembers my name half the time. Probably from the fact that she's drunk more than she's sober."
"Oh. I'm sorry, Buffy."
Buffy waved her hand dismissively. "It's no big. I really don't care one way or another about them. So my parents don't love me? It's not like it's the end of the world."
William could tell by the look on her face and her body language that she meant anything but what she'd just said. "Buffy…kitten, if your parents really don't love you, well, it's their loss. How they could possibly not love you is beyond me. It's so easy to do."
Buffy looked up sharply at that. Had William just said … Suddenly he was up, stepping away from the bed. "I…I forgot to get anything to drink. I'll be back."
Buffy stared at the door as he shut it behind him. She couldn't have interpreted that right. She was just hearing what she wanted to hear. He'd only meant that it should be easy for parents to love their children, not that it was easy to love her specifically. Because William probably didn't love her. And even if he did, what did it matter? It certainly didn't mean he'd stick around for long…
She picked up a chip, scowling at it before she popped it in her mouth.
*** *** ***
William stood beside the refrigerator, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down. How could he be so stupid with all but telling Buffy he loved her like that? He had her here, in his home— in his bed —and he was saying things that could drive her off.
"Wanker," he muttered to himself, letting his head fall against the wall. The last thing he needed was to be his normal poncey git self, pour his heart out, and have Buffy run off. After all, that had worked so well when he'd tried it with Cecily…
With a heavy sigh, William turned back to the fridge, opening it up and searching for something to drink.
*** *** ***
William looked down beneath him, watching as Buffy writhed in pleasure. She was still wearing his shirt, something about the sight of it on her turning him on. Her feet caressed his calves as she wrapped her legs around him, keeping his body as close to hers as she could get it.
She'd been quiet when he'd come back to the room, both of them eating the rest of their lunch in silence. William had been worried that he'd ruined everything and that she was going to leave, but when he'd kissed her, she'd responded, letting him pull her down to the bed.
He didn't know how he'd survive when he didn't have her anymore. He still wasn't sure how he'd made it the past seventeen years… He sped up his pace, reveling in the sounds of pleasure he was pulling from her. She whimpered and moaned, her nails scraping his back. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, and William knew she was lost.
She was beautiful—and she was his for now. He wanted to tell her what he had almost admitted earlier, the three words he knew would change everything fighting to let themselves be heard. He brought his lips down to hers, kissing her hard in an attempt to stifle the vocalization of his feelings. Buffy's body was his, but not her heart, and he had to force himself to remember that.
Buffy broke away from his mouth, gasping as she came. William continued to thrust until he followed her over, moaning her name loudly.
Together, they collapsed in a heap, the silence following their heated coupling seeming almost like a moment of perfection. William held her close, running his hands through her soft hair. "Every time," he heard Buffy say softly. "Every time it's like magic with you."
Her breathless words echoed his own sentiments, and he held her tighter. He wanted to freeze the moment, to stay there in it forever. It was so easy to pretend in the time right after, when Buffy stayed so close to him, as if she wanted to hold on to the intimacy of what they shared as much as he did. For a few minutes, he could almost image she loved him, too…
"Can we just stay like this forever?" Buffy asked, her eyes closed and a smile on her face. "This is nice."
William smiled, his heart leaping to hear her thoughts so closely mirroring his own. "It is, pet. I like holding you like this. Feeling you near…"
"Mmm. You've got the best arms in the world," Buffy said, her words followed by a yawn. "I'm sleepy. Think you wore me out. Mind if I nap for a bit?"
"No, go right ahead. Could probably use a bit of kip myself."
Buffy opened one eye. "Does that mean you want to sleep?"
William chuckled, the vibrations going through Buffy's body and making her shiver. "Yeah, kitten, it does."
"Don't know why you can't just say that. You crazy English and you're inability to speak…English."
William shook his head. "We did invent the language, you know."
"And yet, you can't speak it with your silly words," she said, both eyes closed again.
"It's you Americans who butchered it."
"Nope. We… perfected it."
"You're off your bird."
Her eyes opened. "See? Off what bird? When was I on a bird?"
"You, sweetheart? Probably never."
Buffy gave him a dirty look, slapping lightly at his chest. "Jerk."
William kissed her forehead. "You're cute when you're pouty. Makes me want to shag you all over again."
"And there's another silly word. Shag… Sounds like you want to give me a bad haircut from the 70's."
"Do I need to demonstrate the meaning of that word?" William asked with an arched eyebrow. "Because I can assure you, it has nothing to do with hairstyles."
"Down boy. Sex later. Sleepy now."
"I'm going to hold you to that, pet," William said in the tone of voice that he'd only recently developed but always made Buffy tremble.
"Good . ' Cause I can assure you that once I've gotten my 'kip' I'll be up for some more 'shagging.'"
William laughed. "Sleep tight, princess."
"You, too, sexy," Buffy mumbled, nuzzling against him as she drifted off to sleep.
The first thing William noticed when he woke up was that Buffy was no longer beside him.
The next was that he couldn't move his arms and legs.
He struggled a bit, noticing he'd somehow managed to become tied to the bedposts. And Buffy…
Buffy was perched on the end of the bed giving him a grin that would've made him nervous even if he did have use of his arms and legs. He looked up then down, noting that his hands and feet were both bound with some of his neckties. "What…what are you doing?" William asked.
Buffy shrugged. "I got bored waiting for you to wake up. So I decided to find a way to keep myself busy."
"Tying me to the bed?"
"For starters." Buffy crawled over to him, straddling his thighs. "You know, this is really a nice view."
"I…I'm not sure how I feel about this, Buffy," William said, his nervousness clear in his voice. He'd done a lot of things with her already that he'd never thought he'd ever do before he met her, but this was something new, unexplored territory. Could it be pushing his limits too much?
"He does," Buffy said, her gaze traveling to his rapidly hardening cock. "And I think he likes it." She leaned down, blowing over the tip and making William hiss.
"Kitten… touch me. Please ."
Buffy ran her finger up his length before pulling back, sitting up again. William looked down at her, already breathing hard. "Buffy…"
Buffy looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. "What? I touched you, just like you asked."
William bucked the best he could with her straddling his legs and all his limbs tied. "More…god, Buffy, please…"
"Begging already, huh?" Her smiled turned wicked. "I sooo love the sound of that. So you want me to touch you, do you?"
"Yes. Buffy, baby…" William was already achingly hard, her teasing making him forget his nervousness and uncertainty almost immediately. All it took was a look from Buffy, and he was desperate for her. And now that he couldn't just reach out and take what he wanted…
Buffy leaned forward again, running her nails down his chest, making sure to press down a little harder at his nipples. William bucked, whimpering softly. "Is that where you wanted me to touch you?" William shook his head frantically. "Where then?" Buffy pulled up before trailing her nails this time down his taut thighs. "Here?"
"No… Buffy …"
Buffy put her hands on her hips. "You know, William, I'm afraid you're not being very clear. How can I know where to touch you if you don't tell me where?"
William shot her a look then that made Buffy tremble. His eyes were dark, barely contained passion clear in their blue depths. "You know where, Buffy."
"Tell me," she said huskily.
"My cock. Touch it."
Buffy grinned. Seemed like he was taking to this as well as he had everything else… She ran a finger lightly around the tip, making William groan. "Something wrong, honey?" she asked with feigned innocence. "You told me to touch your cock, and that's what I'm doing. Is it…not enough?"
Her teasing was driving William crazy, making him desperate to thrust inside of her. "No… fuck , luv, I need more."
"Oh! You want me to make you come."
"Yes…"
"Nope, sorry, can't do that."
The look of horror on William's face almost made Buffy break out into a fit of giggles, but she knew that would be a sure-fire way to kill the mood. "Baby…" William said, his tone pleading.
"Can't. You gotta make me come first."
"Well, I would , but I'm a bit tied up at the moment."
Buffy shrugged. "I can work around that." She slid up William's body, positioning herself over his mouth. "Eat me."
William wasted no time in complying, and Buffy cried out, gripping on to the headboard for support. William lapped at her hungrily with his agile tongue as Buffy grinded against his face, moaning in pleasure. She could swear he was made for this, willing to bet good money that it was indeed his calling. He'd been incredible the first time, and every time after he'd seemed only to improve until it took him but a few minutes to send her off into orgasm with nothing but his mouth. She keened loudly as she came, riding out the aftershocks before sliding off of him, panting as she struggled to catch her breath.
She looked over at William, the sight of him making her needy all over again despite the fact he'd just made her come hard. His body was trembling, his eyes glazed, as he licked his lips to capture the last bit of her taste. "Mmm…that was good, baby," Buffy said, rolling over and resting her hands on his chest. "You definitely deserve a reward. What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me," William said, his voice rough with need. "I want to be inside your pussy."
Buffy trembled at his request, the words seeming even hotter knowing that they were coming from someone who had once blushed at the mere thought of what he'd just asked from her. She loved the man she'd turned him into, loved how she'd helped him discover this sensual side of himself. Quickly, she moved back down his body, hovering over his cock for only a moment before pushing herself all the way down, made more than ready by his tongue.
William called her name when he felt her heat around him, pulling at his bonds in a primal need to feel her skin beneath his fingertips. "Now now , none of that," Buffy said, leaning down and grabbing his hands to still them. "You just stay put and let me have my fun." Buffy pulled up and moved slowly up and down, ignoring William's pleas for more. He was tugging at his bonds, his body shaking with need, and Buffy couldn't help the grin of feminine power that spread across her lips.
Meeting William's eyes, Buffy sucked two fingers into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around them with a moan. She then brought them down to her clit, rubbing herself fiercely until she came with a yell, clenching around his cock. William pushed his hips up as far as he could, but suddenly found the warm haven of Buffy's body gone as she slid off and got shakily to her feet.
" Wha …" William said, unable to fully articulate his question, though Buffy was more than aware of what he was asking.
"Today is the servants' day off, right?" Buffy asked.
"Yes…why…"
"So we're, y'know, all alone here?"
"Yes…Buffy…"
"Just checking," Buffy said before she turned and darted from William's room.
William's mouth opened in shock. What the hell was she playing? "Evil chit," he muttered under his breath, pulling in earnest at his bonds. He smiled slowly as he realized the tie around one of his arms was coming lose, and he struggled until he was able to slip his hand free. Quickly, he untied the other hand, then his feet, then rose on unsteady legs, taking a deep breath to get his bearings. He walked out of the room, his eyes darting as he searched for Buffy. "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty," he called, stalking through the empty halls like the cat he was addressing her as.
He heard a giggle followed by Buffy's head darting out for a moment before she disappeared behind a corner. "Buffy…" William called, sing-song. "Better come out now, luv."
"Gotta catch me, Will," Buffy called back.
"Oh, you are so in for it," William replied, following her around the corner. He stalked down the hall before stopping for a moment, glancing around. There was a door on his right and on his left, and he looked between them, trying to decide which one he'd find Buffy behind. The door on the left was slightly ajar, and William smiled to himself, going to the right. If he knew Buffy—which he was willing to wager he did by this point—she wouldn't be behind door number obvious.
He opened the door, finding himself in one of the guest rooms. Buffy was perched on the bed, wearing nothing but a smile. "Took you long enough, lover."
"You are in serious trouble, missy," William said, going towards the bed.
Buffy trembled at the look on his face, but decided to taunt him some more. "Am I, like, supposed to be scared and stuff?" she asked, eyes wide.
With a growl, William pounced, grabbing her. Buffy squealed as he turned her over his knee, his hand coming down hard on her ass. "You were a very bad girl, Buffy," William said, his voice dark. "Gettin' me all worked up and runnin' away like that. Very naughty indeed."
"I'm sorry," Buffy said, although her tone suggest otherwise. "I'll be very good from now on."
"I don't think you will," William replied. "I think you'll keep being naughty until I teach you a lesson." He spanked her again, making Buffy buck against him.
"Yes! Teach me, William. Show me what a bad girl I was to tease you."
William started to spank her in earnest then, raining down hard blows until her bottom was bright red. Suddenly, he stopped, pulling Buffy up by her hair. "On your knees," he ordered.
Buffy immediately complied, falling to her knees in front of where he sat on the edge of the bed. "Suck my cock," William said. "Show me you've learned your lesson."
Buffy gave him a small smile before leaning in, taking him into her mouth as her hand wrapped around the base of his cock. She sucked him until she could tell he was almost at the brink before pulling back, starting to rise to her feet once more. However, before she had the chance to escape again, William grabbed her by the arm, throwing her back on the bed.
"Not this time, baby," he said, shaking his head. "This time you're going to finish what you started." He climbed on top of her, holding her hands over her head with one of his hands as he thrust into her hard. Buffy cried out, her legs going around his waist as William pounded into her. It wasn't long until he roared in completion, pushing her down into the mattress with his hips as he shot inside of her.
"William…" Buffy whined as he rolled off her. "You got me all hot…I need to come again."
William glanced at her, arching an eyebrow. "Can't say I have a lot of sympathy for you right now, pet."
Buffy pouted. "But you got to come eventually," she said. "And I know you had fun."
"True. But you've already come twice. Looks to me like you're ahead of me by one."
"So?"
"So, I don't think you're in any position to be complaining. Besides, you tried to run off again after the spanking. Seems to me like you haven't learned your lesson."
Buffy trembled harder. God, he was hot when he was like this… "You're right. That was very, very bad of me. You better punish me right away."
"You're right. I should." William leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes.
" Willlliam !" Buffy whined. "Come on…Punish me, please?" She sat up on her haunches, pouting.
William opened one eye. "I am."
"What!? That is so unfair!"
"Innit?" William replied before closing his eye again.
"Fine. If you won't get me off then I'll just go and…"
Before Buffy could finish her sentence, William had bolted up, grabbing her by the waist. "You'll do what?"
"Do it myself?" Buffy squeaked in response.
William leaned in, his mouth by her ear as he spoke in a low tone. "You wouldn't get someone else to do it, would you, Buffy?"
"No," Buffy said, gasping as one of his hands trailed down to roughly tweak her clit. "Only you."
William rubbed her clit harder. "That feel good, kitten? Do you like the feel of my fingers on you?"
"Y…yes…" Buffy panted, her body on the edge of release. "Oh god, William…"
Suddenly, William jerked his hand away, and Buffy gasped. "No! Don't stop! Evil!"
"Turn about, fair play— all that rot," William replied. He let go of Buffy for a moment, only to stand up and grab her again, this time throwing her over his shoulder.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Buffy asked, struggling even though she was really quite fine where she was. This position gave her a great view of his ass…
"You were right. You need to be punished," William said matter-of-factly. "And I think you need a bit of your own medicine."
"Huh?"
"I'm tying you up, luv."
"Oh." Buffy grinned as William carried her back down the hall to his bedroom. Tied up and at the mercy of a possessive and growly William. Oh yeah, she was about to have some fun…
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