Malicious Beauty

Title: Malicious Beauty: Chapter Five.

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Faith reflects on things she did whilst in Buffy's body, unseen to our eyes. How will the two cope when feelings are out in the open?

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Note: Everything in bold are lyrics. In italic are thoughts. Read and review please.

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Faith's POV.

Shit! You should see the look on her face when I say the cuffs can't be broken by miss do-right. She's PISSED! Those cuffs already succeeded at one thing they were meant to do. So long as they hold her in place for the remainder of the night they'll be well worth the expense.

What, you think I got them all Harry Potter'd f'free? Ha. Get the fuck outta here. It cost me an arm and a leg.

Eh', maybe not me, but it cost someone else that much. Hey! A girl has to do what she's gotta in order to please the woman she wants.

Do you feel like I do? Tired of everything? Can you feel what I can; almost everything?

So, where was I? Ah ha! That's right; I was taunting Little Miss Muffet. She looks so appalled at the thought of me playin' mistress of kinks tonight. She'll get used to it soon enough. Trust me, tonight isn't the only night I get to bed B. Not by a long shot.

"I'm serious, Faith. Let me out of these cuffs before I..." B has no quip. She's all out of little threats. Why? Because she wants to be here. Most importantly she wants to be here with me. Mmhmm, it's not cocky; it's just true.

The stars are far away. I can see them with my eyes. I watch them fade away like the moments of my life.

"Or wha, B? You g'na talk me to death?" I snicker down at her while straddling her thighs and slipping the key into the side dresser drawer. Her little body is withering under me in such a delightful way. I'm g'na lick her until she's beggin' me to make her cum. Which I intend to do all night long. Or as long as my girl can last, heh.

With the key safely tucked away in hiding, I let my fingers play with her night gown hem, slipping it up the smooth surface of her thighs. "I promise I won't hurt ya, B. If I wanted to do tha', I would've a while ago." I offer a smile in assurance and she takes it. Her body visably relaxinfg and thank fucking god! Iono what I would've done if she kept protesting. Like I said, I'm not a rapist. I won't force her. "Lil bit of pain is okay." She mutters with eyes blissfully closing and I'm not sure if she realizes I heard her. With my fingers just inches away from pulling her gown all the way up to reveal those gorgeous mounds of golden curls, I freeze. A part of me jumps in joy at her confession. She likes a bit of pain? Should be no surprise granted she did have Spike as a lover for a bit. I lick my lips repeatedly at the thought of making her squirm.

Strange how the houses look exactly all the same. And you're just a slave like me. At least I know it's true.

I can't take it anymore. The way she just looks is eating away at me. Slinking down the small of her legs, I rest my face just between her thighs, breathing heavily against the flushed skin. I'm not sure who's hotter. As in burnt up, dipshits. It might be B. My cheeks against her inner thighs burn, but nowhere near the scorching sting her own skin is searing with. Keeping firm hold ontop of her thighs, I feel B give a little shift in her hips, trying to push her pussy down on my mouth. Blowing out a stream of warm air, I make sure it runs along her pink lips. I want nothing more than to part those lips and lick at the supple nub. But first there are other things more important. Like -my- tattoo.

Canting my head to the side, the black ink stained marking comes into view. Nothing has been disturbed by it. It's perfectly inscribed just as it had been years before. It doesn't look worn or faded out. Reaching my index finger out I can't help but be pulled to it's location. And as soon as I touch it with the barest of skating, B starts wildly bucking under me, whimpering uncontrollably. "Tell me how it feels." I know how it feels. I can feel the charge of static sizzle through ever fibre of my body. It's this connection that gives you the full understanding of what it's like to be a part of something or someone.

"Feels like...like..." Her chest is heaving hard, her body is covered in a thin sheet of sweat as fingers curl around the cuffs, never pullign at them with her arms though. "...I can't feel the world. I just feel you. As if...as if your trying to come into me." She's biting on her lip, her eyes shut tightly. Experimenting, I withdraw my finger and immediately she's calm. Her body stops arching up like a cat and rests flush to the mattress. Her eyes flutter open to gaze up at me in lust, "No...keep...keep touching it. With your tongue, Faith." What a fuckin' minx! And I'm nothing but her obediant slave.

Bending my head down, my fingers part the pink folds to reveal her glistening cunt. Her pussy is soaked! I know she told me to lick at the name, but I have other thoughts in mind as to just when I'll lick there. Trust me. My calculation will be exact. As for now, my lips kiss along the opening of her sweet temple and up along to her clit. Suckling it between both, and panting against it. I get no complaints from my gorgeous beauty whispering my name.


-TBC.