Higher Education Pt. 4 - Bondage Fun

As Buffy leaned towards Giles, her eyes dropped to his mouth. He stopped her. "Be very certain, Buffy," he warned.

She stared at him, mentally debating whether she *really* wanted this to go where it surely would go if she followed through with her need to kiss him. She thought about what she wanted and needed from a man, the patience, understanding and mostly *acceptance*. Could Riley be that man? No. Could Giles? Absolutely. He already gave her all of those things and they weren't even lovers yet. <Yet? > She thought a little more and realized that this moment had been inevitable from the first moment that they had seen each other at the Prom. Her first thought then had been of relief that she didn't have to explain her delay to her date; that Giles already knew. But perhaps the inevitability went back even farther. To the first moment her eyes had met his. So when her eyes met his now, hers were serene and full of love.

Then she closed the distance, lightly brushing his lips with hers. For a second he held still, afraid to share this final truth with her. Just how much he wanted and needed her touch. But, after quick thought, he reached the same conclusion that she had (only with a lot bigger words and possibly footnotes).

And he gave in, parting his lips and letting his tongue trace the outline of her lips. She opened immediately, meeting his tongue with her own. Her hands moved across his shoulders, down his chest, scraping gently at his nipples as she did so. They tightened immediately, giving her a surge of power, knowing how controlled he usually was.

She slowly lifted from his lap, adjusting so that she sat with one of her legs on either side of his. His hands slid to the center of her back, urging her torso up until her breasts were on level with his face. He kissed down her throat and chest until he could nuzzle the valley between her breasts. His tongue traced the edge of her blouse, as his fingers nimbly started unbuttoning her blouse from bottom to top.

When he reached the last button, instead of unbuttoning it, he took it between his teeth and tugged until it ripped free, then he sent it flying. He grinned up at her stunned expression. "Always wanted to do that." She gave him a shaky grin in return, then leaned down to capture his mouth in a heated kiss.

When she pulled back, he had unfastened her bra, and it landed between them. He picked it up and tossed it behind the sofa. She gasped as he pulled her back to him, lavishing wet kisses and gentle nibbles on her breasts, the nipples growing harder and harder, her nails digging into his shoulders.

His hands cupped her face, his lips returning to hers, kissing her until she sagged against him, unable to even sit up on her own. When he carefully pulled back, she stared at him, her eyes dark with passion.

She tugged on his shirt, and he took the hint, pulling it off and throwing it in the same direction as her bra. As soon as his chest was bare, she swooped down and captured his nipple, gently tugging on it with her teeth. She ran her fingers through his chest hair, loving the feel of it.

He moved under her, rubbing his erection against her. She pulled her lips away from his chest with a moan, grinding herself against his hard length. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her even tighter against him. She could feel herself getting close to an orgasm just from the friction, but he stilled beneath her. She whimpered in protest.

His voice was husky when he spoke. "I don't really want the first time to be on this sofa, love. Do you?"

She pouted at him until he cupped her face and kissed her. He trailed his fingers down her neck then her bare back. Once he reached her waist, he held her to him and stood. She tightened her legs around him, as he carefully carried her up the stairs.

When his legs hit the edge of the bed, he allowed himself to fall forward, cushioning the impact with his forearms. As he continued to kiss her, her legs loosened their grip, allowing him some mobility. His lips held her attention as he ever so carefully reached under the edge of his bed.

When he found the thick silk cord, he held it up for her to see, his eyebrows raised in question.

She licked her lips, still tasting him there, and nodded. She released her hold on him, and held her wrists out. He kissed the palm of each hand before securing it with one rope in the center of the headboard.

His eyes held hers as he kissed his way down her torso, pausing at the edge of her pants. Still holding her eyes, he unfastened them and slid them down her legs. He removed them along with her socks and shoes.

He stood at the foot of the bed, drinking in the sight of her. Then he bent and removed his shoes and socks. His hands went to the fastener of his jeans but he stopped. "I'll be right back, love."

Buffy's eyes widened. "Giles, where are you going?"

"Sh, it's all right, dearheart. I'll be right back." He said as he leaned over to kiss her. She opened her mouth to say something else, but he kissed her again.

When he came back in the bedroom a few minutes later, he was holding a can of "Reddi whip". He sat it on the nightstand, and slowly unfastened his jeans and slid them off.

He sat next to her on the bed and retrieved the can. He shook the can as he stared at her body as if trying to decide where to begin. He finally held the can above her right breast.

Buffy braced herself, but still gasped as the cold hit her breast. He traced the edge of her right nipple, then made a trail around her whole breast, up over her chest and collarbone, up the right side of her neck, under her ear, down her jaw-line, up to her left ear, back down her collarbone and chest making a large circle around her left breast, then around the nipple. He sat back, admiring his handiwork. He shook the can again, then picked up where he had left off at her left breast, then to her belly-button, down to the edge of her panties, tracing that edge, back to her belly-button, then back up to her right breast.

He stared down at her and smiled his eyes warm. He carefully captured her mouth, then lowered his lips to her right nipple. He commenced to lick and suck the whipped cream back off of her. By the time he had reached the edge of her panties, she was squirming, trying to ease some of the pressure that he was building in her. She could feel his chin rubbing the material of her panties as he licked the whipped cream off. He teasingly slid his tongue under the edge of the panties, just barely brushing her hair. She arched against him, and he pushed her hips down.

"Not yet, dearheart." She whimpered, and continued to squirm. He groaned, her reaction making him achingly hard. "Shh, love. Patience," his voice soothed her, just before he resumed.

By the time he reached her left nipple; she was a tense, quivering mass beneath him. Her eyes were dark and glazed with passion. Her lips were swollen and parted as she took shallow breaths. Her eyes moved to his erection, which had forced it's way out of the opening of his boxers.

"What about you, Giles? Don't *I* get any desert?" She licked her lips, as her gaze trailed up his body to meet his startled green eyes.

"If you want, then, of course.."

"I want to try."

He slid off his boxers, then reached a shaking hand for the can. He wasn't certain exactly what she wanted to do, so he simply made a line from the base of his penis, to the tip, then made circles around the tip. The cold of the whipped cream should have made his erection subside, but the thought of what she was about to do kept him rock hard.

Buffy wasn't quite certain how this was going to work, so she looked at him for guidance.  "Scoot up a little, love, you'll be more comfortable." She nodded and he adjusted the pillows for her. Then he straddled her hips on his knees, which put his erection perfectly on level with her mouth.

She delicately swept her tongue over the tip, catching the whipped cream then she traced the circle, letting the tip slide into her mouth. She heard him gasp as she tightened her mouth on him, her top lip scooping the whipped cream as she moved farther down the shaft.

He tentatively rested his hands on her head and she took him all the way into her mouth. She could hear how labored his breathing was, his hands now entwined in her hair. He gently encouraged her when she started moving her mouth slowly forward and back on him.

His hips started to move in sync with her mouth and she picked up speed. She could feel that he was getting close when he took a big gulping breath and pulled away from her.

"Jesus, Buffy," he panted.

"W-was that.?" She trailed off.

He leaned over to kiss her. "Beyond wonderful, love. But," he stopped to catch his breath some more. "But, that's not where I want to be the first time I come in you, love."

She nodded, still very excited herself.

He took possession of her mouth, kissing her until she was breathless, exploring with his tongue, sucking her bottom lip into his warm mouth.

His mouth left hers to trail down her cheek, to her neck then down to her chest. He spent quite a while on each breast. He would circle the nipple with the tip of his tongue, pull it into his mouth, then release it only to tug on it gently with his teeth, then he'd pull back and blow on it. He moved back and forth between the two until her nipples were so hard they ached, and she was writhing beneath the warmth of his body.

She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her leg; large and throbbing and she ached for him to fill her. She arched against him as he kissed his way down her body. He kissed her through her panties, his warm breath making her crave even more.

He pulled away and stared down at her. She looked back, chest heaving, skin flushed from his attentions, her eyes full of desire. "I've never in my life seen anyone as beautiful as you are right now," he told her, his voice husky with passion.

Her breath caught as his words penetrated her lust-fogged mind. She wiggled enticingly beneath him. It must have worked, because he looked enticed. "I want you in me soon, Giles," she all but pleaded.

"Soon, my love."

He held her eyes as he reached down and ripped her panties from her. She gasped, too excited to even moan. He continued to hold her eyes as he lowered his head to her intimacy and traced the opening. She bucked against him, clenching her legs, capturing his head. As the tip of his tongue circled her clit, she loosened her grip, her legs parting for him.

He stroked her, then sucked on her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Then he stopped. "Giiiiiles," she protested.

He kissed his way back up her body, licking at her lips until she parted them, then thrusting his tongue into her warm mouth. His hands caressed her breasts, gently pinching the already-hard nipples.

He pulled away and carefully turned her over onto her stomach. He moved a few pillows under her pelvic area, pushing her bottom up.

He brushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck, down her spine, then ran his tongue back up. He placed a series of sucking kissed on each of her shoulder blades.

He rested his hand on her left butt cheek as he slowly kissed his way down. By the time he reached the curve of her bottom, his hand was caressing her butt. "Have you been naughty?" He asked as he stood on his knees to the side of her. She licked her lips and nodded. He pulled his hand back and lightly slapped her bottom. She jerked. "All right so far, love?" He whispered.

"Yes," she said her voice a bit unsteady. Then she pushed her bottom towards him, letting him know that she was ready for more.

He pulled back and slapped her more firmly. She only gasped, and again pushed towards him. He brought his hand down sharply, three times in quick succession. Then she felt his hot breath on her buttocks as he kissed where his hand had slapped, his lips feather soft against her. The contrast was making her even more excited.

Then he pulled back and slapped the other cheek rapidly, then kissed the reddened area. She tried to bring her legs together to relieve some of the tension, but he forestalled her, moving behind her and bringing his tongue once more to her core. He licked at her clit then pushed his tongue inside her.

She pushed back against him, wanting, *needing* more than his teasing touch. "Now," she said, too close to care that it sounded more like a plea than a demand as she had intended.

He stopped, and turned her so that she was once more on her back, her legs falling apart, more than ready for him to take her. He reached into the nightstand for a condom, then moved between her legs.

He covered her body, taking her mouth in a carnal kiss, covering her right breast with his warm hand, kneading. Then he guided himself to her, teasingly drawing the tip of his cock along her opening, he grinned against her mouth when he felt her squirming to try and force him in.

He slowly slid the tip inside, then inch by inch; he pushed himself in to the hilt. "God, Giles. You feel so good, so big."

At her words, he had to hold still, trying to regain control. When he thought he had that control, he pulled almost completely out and pushed his way back in. He felt her tighten on him as her first orgasm hit. He once more held still as she rode the crest of it.

Before she could come down, he started thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. He had waited far too long for this to let it end anytime soon.

Every time he thrust he brushed her clit with his thumb and several minutes later Buffy came again, even harder, arching against him, calling his name.

And still he thrust, holding on with every ounce of willpower that he possessed, even when she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, drawing him even deeper. He moved his left hand under her bottom, angling her so that he penetrated even more. His right hand went to the headboard, gripping it between her bound hands. She grabbed at his wrist, holding onto him.

His strokes grew shorter and shorter as he approached his release. They were both breathing raggedly when Buffy pulled her legs away from his waist and pushed them over his shoulder.

She was bent almost in half and he was so deeply imbedded when he finally came that she knew that the feeling would never leave her. She shook as her third orgasm overwhelmed her. She heard, as if from a distance, his voice, husky with passion, calling her name.

Before he moved off of her limp body, he untied her wrists. She rubbed at them for a few seconds, then wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her.

When Giles started to move away from her, Buffy made a face at the stickiness from the whipped cream. He grinned. "Shower, my love?"

Her jaw dropped as she felt him stirring to hardness. She looked at him for a few seconds before she nodded with a grin of her own. "I think I figured out what a Stevedore is. Like an 'Energizer Bunny', only sexier, and manlier." She said as she ran her fingers through his chest hair. "Although, you're kinda' pink right now," she observed in reference to his blush.

"Shower?" He asked again, ignoring her words, thereby confirming her guess.

"Sounds great."

He stood next to the bed and offered her a hand. He noted with satisfaction that she was rather wobbly. He palmed another condom, and led her to the door. They went downstairs, and as they passed the front door, Giles locked it.

When they got to the bathroom, Giles swept her up into his arms, and, after thoroughly kissing her, deposited her in the tub. He started the water and when it had reached a satisfactory temperature, he turned the nozzle on. Buffy stepped immediately under the spray, wetting her body and her hair.

Giles picked up his shampoo, and passed it under her nose for approval. "Nice," she said.

He squeezed some out onto his palm, then worked it through her hair. His hands were firm but gentle, every caress exciting her. She moved under the water to rinse. He bent at the knees to allow her to return the favor. She washed his hair thoroughly, interspersed with kissed on his face. Once he had rinsed his hair, she wet a washcloth and went to work on his warm skin, and as she cleaned an area she would kiss it, causing his already substantial erection to grow even harder. And when her hand closed around it, he thought his knees just might give way.

He leaned down and captured her mouth and her arms went around his neck. His hands cupped her bottom and he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he moved until her back was pressed against the wall.

He guided himself to her and rubbed the tip against her clit. She tightened her legs, and writhed against him. He pushed into her with one long thrust. Then he groaned as bare flesh met bare flesh. She moved against him, driving all thoughts out of his mind.

One of his hands continued to hold her up, as the other moved to fondle her breast, then down to her clit. As soon as he felt her walls contract around him, he lost it. His pace picked up as he followed her almost immediately. As soon as they had calmed down, Giles pulled out and lowered Buffy slowly to the porcelain.

He kissed her then rested his forehead against hers. "Buffy, I'm so very sorry, love."

Her eyes widened. "Sorry for what? It was great."

"I-I, er, thank you, and yes it was wonderful, but I, er, forgot the condom. I brought it, but.."

"But I distracted you?"

"Not your fault, dearest. I know better."

She bit her lip, "I think it's okay." She thought some more. "Unless you haven't been careful." It was more of a question than a statement.

"No, dearest, I've been very careful. I just can't believe that I.." He broke off, surprised by her bright smile. "What?"

"You must like me a lot?"

"You mean like more than anyone ever?" She nodded. "Not really." Then he grinned at her pout. "I adore you," he punctuated it with a kiss. "I want you so much that I ache," another kiss. "You are the most important person in the world to me," another, deeper kiss. "And I love you, more than anyone I've ever known." Instead of a kiss, he held her eyes. Her jaw dropped. "You're surprised?"

"Not really, I suppose. I guess, no, I knew. I just couldn't be the person you needed. I-I," she lowered her eyes.

"I know that you love me, Buffy, or you'd never have let me make love to you." She nodded. "Do you think that you can be 'my' Buffy now?" He tried not to sound pathetic.

"How do you imagine that I could go back to anything else? I think you're stuck with me, now." And she grinned as she felt his penis stir to life against her.

"Poor me," he said before he captured her lips tenderly.

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