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Title: Properly Acquainted
Author: snogged
Pairing: Willow/Lindsey, hints of Willow/Tara, Willow/Kennedy
Setting: AU
Word Count: 500
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17, for themes of bondage, sense deprivation, whipping, BDSM
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Joss Whedon does though and he is God.
She deeply inhaled the scent of black leather that engulfed her head. It was almost comforting. She wasn’t really sure she could bring herself to look into the eyes of the man doing this to her. All she knew was she had been drawn to him in the Internet chat room so many weeks ago. He seemed to understand her in a way Kennedy didn’t. He seemed to understand her need to be consumed by darkness. He seemed to understand her need for pain and pleasure. And as far as she was concerned, that was all that matter. None of her other lovers had ever understood it. Tara had been the only one who came close.
“Have you ever been flogged, Willow?” His voice was soft and had a slight accent.
“No sir,” Willow said softly, shaking her head. It was the only movement she was capable of at this point. She knew there were ropes digging into her naked flesh. She was acutely aware of the fact that she was slightly balanced on her tip toes and her arms were above her head. It was a physically straining experience.
The flogger cracked down on her skin and her body jerked forward to escape the tail’s kiss.
She heard his chuckle and struggled to regain her composure. She knew she must be still. It was expected of her.
She heard him step towards her and his fingers caressed her skin and brushed across the bright, red welt that had formed on her backside. “Beautiful.”
Willow moaned into the leather mask. The man’s fingers moved up her back to the metal zipper of the hood. Willow felt her senses return to her. Her eyes blinked twice, adjusting to the light in the room. She found herself looking into the brilliant blue eyes of a man she’d never met before.
“Name’s Lindsey,” the man smiled and kissed her roughly on the mouth. “And now that we’re properly acquainted…” He grinned wickedly and flicked the tip of the flogger against her clit. Willow screamed, her back arched, and she felt her juices dripping down her thighs. Lindsey chuckled and smiled. “You know, I looked for you on purpose that night. An old friend of mine told me about you. Told me about your desires and your needs. He thought I could help.”
Willow looked at him in confusion.
“Name Angel mean anything to you, darling? Vampire with a soul? Bit of a prick? Broody guy?”
Willow blushed. How long had Angel known? And if Angel knew, did Spike know too? They did have the whole vampire senses thing going for them. The thought that Angel, and possibly Spike, knew all along made her shudder.
“Struck a chord with you darling?” Lindsey smirked, tracing his finger over the tops of her breast. “He is a handsome bugger, I’ll give him that.” He cupped her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. “You belong to me now, darling, and don’t you forget it.”
Title: Properly Acquainted
Author: snogged
Pairing: Willow/Lindsey, hints of Willow/Tara, Willow/Kennedy
Setting: AU
Word Count: 500
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17, for themes of bondage, sense deprivation, whipping, BDSM
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Joss Whedon does though and he is God.
She deeply inhaled the scent of black leather that engulfed her head. It was almost comforting. She wasn’t really sure she could bring herself to look into the eyes of the man doing this to her. All she knew was she had been drawn to him in the Internet chat room so many weeks ago. He seemed to understand her in a way Kennedy didn’t. He seemed to understand her need to be consumed by darkness. He seemed to understand her need for pain and pleasure. And as far as she was concerned, that was all that matter. None of her other lovers had ever understood it. Tara had been the only one who came close.
“Have you ever been flogged, Willow?” His voice was soft and had a slight accent.
“No sir,” Willow said softly, shaking her head. It was the only movement she was capable of at this point. She knew there were ropes digging into her naked flesh. She was acutely aware of the fact that she was slightly balanced on her tip toes and her arms were above her head. It was a physically straining experience.
The flogger cracked down on her skin and her body jerked forward to escape the tail’s kiss.
She heard his chuckle and struggled to regain her composure. She knew she must be still. It was expected of her.
She heard him step towards her and his fingers caressed her skin and brushed across the bright, red welt that had formed on her backside. “Beautiful.”
Willow moaned into the leather mask. The man’s fingers moved up her back to the metal zipper of the hood. Willow felt her senses return to her. Her eyes blinked twice, adjusting to the light in the room. She found herself looking into the brilliant blue eyes of a man she’d never met before.
“Name’s Lindsey,” the man smiled and kissed her roughly on the mouth. “And now that we’re properly acquainted…” He grinned wickedly and flicked the tip of the flogger against her clit. Willow screamed, her back arched, and she felt her juices dripping down her thighs. Lindsey chuckled and smiled. “You know, I looked for you on purpose that night. An old friend of mine told me about you. Told me about your desires and your needs. He thought I could help.”
Willow looked at him in confusion.
“Name Angel mean anything to you, darling? Vampire with a soul? Bit of a prick? Broody guy?”
Willow blushed. How long had Angel known? And if Angel knew, did Spike know too? They did have the whole vampire senses thing going for them. The thought that Angel, and possibly Spike, knew all along made her shudder.
“Struck a chord with you darling?” Lindsey smirked, tracing his finger over the tops of her breast. “He is a handsome bugger, I’ll give him that.” He cupped her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. “You belong to me now, darling, and don’t you forget it.”
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