Prompt: 36. Afterglow
Word count: 950
Table: Complete smut_69 prompt table
Notes: BDSM kink. Blackmail conclusion.
Giles woke slowly. He was relaxed and at peace. He was aware first of sensation: the weight of someone's body sprawled over his back, a delicious burn across his backside and thighs that he hadn't felt in ages. Then scent, the smell of a woman on his face and hands. He came fully awake, and remembered whose weight it was across him, in whose body he'd been allowed to spend himself, whose hand had granted him those welts. That hand was moving idly across them now, caressing him. She'd left the collar on him all night. Gratifying. He moaned, softly, to let her know he was awake. He spread his legs further, to make himself more accessible to her, but otherwise held himself still. As still as he could, given the urge to move, to rock his hips. To be inside her again.
She'd been glorious.
Her weight left him, and he felt the bed shift as she moved. She settled between his knees. "You look amazing. The whip marks. My marks on you."
Giles turned a little on the bed and looked back at her. "It was a privilege to be marked by you," he said.
Her hand rested on his buttocks. "I broke the skin in two places," Buffy said. "Not very much. Scabbed over already."
Giles shivered. That last blow... he'd already been floating free on waves of pain when she'd landed that. If she'd asked him, he'd have begged her not to. But that was why he didn't leave it up to himself.
"So a cane would have been better, huh?"
"Traditional. And it feels... Well. Good. Leaves beautiful stripes."
"Hmm. I'd like to see that, because these are pretty great. They're really dark where I hit you harder." She pressed at his bruised thighs again. Giles breathed in shakily. It hurt. Not urgently, not unbearably. Enough that he would be constantly aware of it for a couple of days. Constantly aware that he had a mistress now. He shivered again, this time in anticipation.
She tugged gently at his collar. "Turn over."
His backside was not happy to be pressed against anything, not even his smooth sheets. Giles winced. He'd be controlling that wince for days. Exactly what he'd wanted. Buffy was watching him intently, he realized. Best to let her know how good she'd made him feel.
"Thank you," he said, putting all of himself into the words. Her face lit up.
"When would you like to do this again?" she said.
"That extreme? I, ah--"
"That was a special occasion. I mean, lighter play." She ran two fingers around his nipples, as if to demonstrate what she meant by lighter.
"Buffy, any time. I am yours now. Your Watcher, your lover, any time you need me in either role."
"For more vanilla stuff, too?" She sounded more tentative.
Giles smiled up at her. "It would be a pleasure."
She hadn't mentioned whether she was still with Riley or not. Giles assumed he would find out. Exclusivity did not matter to him, at least not sexually. It was far more important to him that she not train with the Initiative. And he would use his new rights as her Watcher to demand that, later. When they talked about what he wanted from her.
She unbuckled his collar and set it on the nightstand. Giles rubbed at his neck.
"You miss it?"
"Here," she said. "A present." She kissed his neck, over the carotid, where a vampire would feed. Over his pulse. Then she shocked him by biting. He cried out and dug his fists into the sheets, struggling to keep himself motionless under her. His cock hardened; so predictable it was. When she released him he was frozen for a moment, wondering from the sting if she'd drawn blood. Then he snarled and lunged up. Caught her by surprise and pinned her down. She laughed in delight and let him hold her down, let him penetrate her, let him drive hard. Wrapped her legs around him and drew him in deep.
Giles rode her hard and fast, chasing his release single-mindedly. He felt her shudder around him once, twice, before he found what he sought. He cried out again and lost himself in her. He fell back beside her afterward, breathless and laughing.
"I should punish you for that," Buffy said, but he could hear that she was laughing as well.
"It will have been worth it," Giles said. He tugged her closer, and she snuggled into his shoulder. He felt wonderful. Relaxed, alive. Happy.
"You're giggly," Buffy said. "Never seen you giggly. Or so happy."
He petted her hair. "M'always like this afterward."
"I like it. Nice not to be all grim and Depeche Mode about it."
"Never mind. Anyway. I don't want you hiding that hickey, mister. No turtlenecks today."
Giles touched the place on his neck gingerly. She hadn't quite drawn blood, but he'd have an obvious bite mark. A woman's bite. He shivered a third time. Marked, publicly and privately.
"As you wish. What do you want me to say when someone asks where I got it?"
"Be evasive. For now. Let's keep this secret for a couple of days."
Giles sat up, lifting Buffy with him. "Secret?"
"For a little. Riley, um--" She faltered.
Giles made a thoughtful sound. She was probably making this decision emotionally, not rationally. "We'll talk about that today. Purely in tactical terms. When secrecy is useful. When it's a liability. Come along, then. Shower, breakfast, and then we'll start making you the Slayer again."
She took his hand and allowed him to lead her from his bed. Their bed. Giles grinned, and shivered again. Anticipation was sweet.
Part 2 begins in "Polestar".