__Captive__
By Andrea
I can't believe she left me here like this. What if someone came to the apartment? What if Xander came, trying to sell me some more of those god awful bars? Or Spike deciding to visit for his nightly feed, using my home as an damn Red Cross?
What if....
Great. My nose itches. And I can't even reach over to scratch it. Damn!
Where is she?
I knew that I shouldn't have let her do this. But, her voice, so confident, so seductive broke down my resolve. Her asking sweetly but cunningly at the same time, if I wanted to play, made me agree in a
heartbeat.
I knew I should have said no, but all I could focus on was the sweet curve of her breasts, her lithe body, her ruby red lips and the wicked gleam in her eye that aroused even the Ripper in me, and I said, "Yes."
The next thing I knew, we were shucking off our clothes faster that a farmer shucks corn and fell into bed. We were rolling around, kissing and touching, when all of a sudden I hear a click. I looked up and
saw she had handcuffed my left wrist to the bedpost. I tried to stop her from doing the other one, but her immense strength, prevented me from doing so. And well, the next thing I knew, I was handcuffed completely to the bed. My own bed for that matter.
Now, I'm all for games, hell I probably invented over half of them back in my 'misspent youth' days, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to play with her.
She was dangerous to say the least. And as an ex-Watcher, I knew what she was capable of doing but I was too aroused to care anyway. The idea, the thought of what she could do sent thrills down my spine and I pushed all doubts away.
Straddling me, she sensuously, slowly, kissed me, her tongue performing all sorts of magic on me. As I started to respond back, she suddenly pulled away and got off of me.
"What?"
"I'll be back." she had said before sashaying down the stairs, the swing of her hips causing my groin to ache.
So that's where I am now. Waiting patiently for my lover or captor, whatever the case may be, to come back and...
"Giles?"
Oh God Nonono...
Willow.
What is SHE doing here?
"Giles?" she asked, her voice coming closer. Which meant she was coming closer.
Damn!
'Maybe she'll leave.' I mused, holding my breath. But, even as I wished this I knew it wasn't true. Knowing Willow as well as I did, she wouldn't leave until she searched every nook and cranny for me. Which meant my bedroom, which also meant...
"Giles!" Willow exclaimed as she stood at the top of the stairs, her mouth hanging open.
Too late.
"Um..hello, Willow."
"Giles, what the...WOW!" she moved closer to me.
I watched enthralled, as she raked her eyes up and down my body, the appreciation evident in her emerald gems. I shivered with delight as she licked her lips and stepped closer to the bed, sensuality in every movement.
My body heated up considerably ever since I heard her voice, and I wondered if she had noticed. Especially since one body part in particular, was especially glad to see her.
"Wow.." she uttered, as she made her way to the side of the bed.
Smiling wickedly, I whispered seductively, "Like what you see?"
She bit her lip, the gesture sending a wave of want through me. "Yes." she lightly ran her hand along my thigh, causing my hips to buck up. "Why are you handcuffed?"
"Well..."
"Who did this to you?" she continued, her hand now resting inches away from my cock.
"I did."
We both turned at the new voice, Willow gasping in shock when she saw who it belonged to.
"You." Willow barked, her hands on her hips. "What in hell are you doing here?"
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