So Damn Domestic

The Same Night. BPOV


Everything just seems so different. I know that everything is pretty much the same, but everything feels different since we made our way back down that isle together. Ever since the minister announced that we’re now wife and wife everything feels different. Kissing Faith just seems…a lot more intense then it used to. Maybe my mind is just playing with me because our wedding day was a very emotional day. It doesn’t matter though. Kissing her is more intense and that’s just fine because it makes it seem like the world stops for us. Our lips connect and the world stops spinning. I know that doesn’t really happen because that would mess a whole lot of things up, but to me that’s just the way it feels.


This is the first time we’ve left our room since we got here. I want to spend every second of my time with Faith, but then she said ‘how many times are we going to get to come to Hawaii by ourselves? Might as well spend as much time soaking up the sun as we can.’ But I don’t want to ‘soak up the sun’. I want to be alone with her in our room just relaxing together in that giant bed, or making love. Either one is fine with me. All of our relaxing has led straight to that anyway. We’ll be in bed fully clothed, watching TV or just listening to the ocean, and then she’ll kiss me or I’ll kiss her, and then one kiss leads to another and before we really know it we’re making out like a couple of teenagers. And then one of us will start to get naked, and take the other’s clothes off and then we’ll make hot, passionate love for a while and then sleep.


And we could be doing that right now but Faith wants to relax on the beach. I think I wore her out. Poor baby. I wanted our wedding night to be special. I wanted us making love to feel like it was our first time. So about a month and a half before the wedding I cut her off. And I mean I completely cut her off. No sex of any kind, no kissing, no touching, nothing. I know she that ‘scratched her itch’ in the shower. There’s no way in hell I could have asked her not to do that, she probably would have spontaneously combusted or something. My point is, she isn’t used to getting this much sex, and I think she wanted to come down to the beach to have a little break. I’ll admit that we have been going a little overboard with the hot lovin, but this is our honeymoon, that’s the whole point. Get in as much sex as you can before you stop having it all together. But that’s never going to happen. The way she is after slaying it’s safe to say that our sex life is never going to die out.


“Look out ” I hear someone scream, and about two seconds later I feel something hard hit my ankle. I turn around really quick to see what happened. I’m a little irritated that someone disturbed my peaceful relaxation but I can’t be too mad. I mean, it’s not this guys’ fault the frisbee got away and hit my ankle. I didn’t even hurt, just surprised me a little. I watch as the guy jogs over to us and I have to say he is a hottie. If I was single I’d definitely be interested. He’s wearing nothing but his swim shorts, and his body is tan, and muscular and he’s a little sweaty because of the hot sun, and if I was single I’d be having fantasies of taking a shower together and washing off all that sweat and then building up some more while he presses me against the wall and takes me right there. If I was single I’d definitely be having those thoughts.


“Hey, sorry about that. My friend isn’t so great at the aiming aspect of frisbee.” I tell him that it’s ok, no harm no foul. I hand him the frisbee but he doesn’t leave. I can feel his eyes checking me out a little bit and out of the corner of my eye I see Faith prop herself up on her elbows. She lifts her sunglasses a little bit and raises an eyebrow. This isn’t going to be pretty. But before she gets a chance to talk frisbee guy opens his mouth. “I’m Jeremy, my friend Mark and I are going to a party a little later on, and I was wondering if you two wanted to go.” I smile a polite smile and jump in before Faith can say anything because I know she’s going to be rude.


“Well Jeremy it’s nice of you ask, we appreciate it,” I shoot Faith a little glare and she just rolls her eyes and puts her glasses back down. “But we’re here on our honeymoon, and we just want to spend some time together.” It takes him about a minutes to process all of that and he says a little apology and tells us to go to the party anyway, and gives me the address. Then he goes back over to his friend and I just smile at Faith. I am a little insecure about my age, so when hot young guys ask me out it makes me feel pretty good. From the little scowl on Faith’s face I’d say she’s thinking otherwise. “Oh, come on baby, he didn’t mean anything by it. He didn’t know we’re married.” I crawl over to her and place a couple of kisses on her neck.


“You could’ve said something when his eyes were all over you. I thought he was gonna mount you right here.” I giggle a little bit and tell her that she’s the only one I want, the only one I love. I seal it with a kiss that started out innocent. I love the taste of her lips, and they’re so damn soft. I never want to stop kissing her. But we do break apart when we here the whoops and hollers from some of the other beach goers. There are some people who are giving us some disapproving looks, and even though they think we’re disgusting they won’t stop staring. I hold onto her hand and interlock my fingers with hers. “Hey baby, why don’t we go back to the hotel? Spend some of that time together all by ourselves?” She’s up faster then I thought she could move and it makes me laugh. We pack up our stuff and head back to the room for another afternoon of doing nothing but having hot, and passion sex, and then relaxing together.


I don’t know why I’m thinking about that now. I don’t want to be thinking about my honeymoon while I’m trapped in this prison. I don’t know if the effects from slaying, or that nasty liquid that the demon forced down my throat, but my body is reacting in all sorts of horrible ways. Being trapped here it feels like time is frozen, but I know it’s not. I know that the minutes are ticking away because the longer I sit here, the more turned on I’m getting. It has to be something that the demon did. Even the second part of the double H rule wouldn’t be this intense if there wasn’t some type of outside influence. I don’t understand why the demon would want to do this. No matter how turned on I get I’m not going to give in to it. I’d never, ever do that, for multiple reasons.


The most obvious reason is because this is an evil demon. I’m not into that kind of stuff anymore. I slept with Spike because I needed something at the time that only he could give me. I don’t need or want that anymore. Plus, I’d never cheat on Faith. In any way, shape, or form. Giving in to this demon of my own free will would be cheating, and I’d never do that. Even if we weren’t married I’d never cheat on her. Besides if I slept with this demon then I’d just be going along with whatever evil plan he has up his sleeve, and I’m a slayer, I don’t help evil I stop it. At the moment I can’t really stop anything, but that’s not the point.


Now, if we look passed all of the emotional reasons why I wouldn’t touch this thing, if we strip away the fact that I love Faith, and this thing is evil, there’s one other reason why I wouldn’t touch it. No matter how much I argue with all of my friends, I am small. Just little Buffy, five foot two inches tall, and I weight around a hundred and five pounds. This demon is over six foot, and I can’t guess how much he weights, but it’s way more then me. His…anatomy is larger then any of the guys I’ve been with, and the toys that Faith and I have at home. So it’s pretty safe to say that if thing does decide to force itself on me I’d rip in all kinds of horrible, painful ways. So there’s no way I’m going to give in to this thing no matter how much my body wants it. Not only because I’m in love with someone and because this thing is evil, but because it would hurt.


I pull myself from all of those thoughts when I see the demon move. He’s been sitting at that table for a while now, mixing things into another bowl. I have no idea with he’s doing, if he’s going to make me drink that stuff or not but it doesn’t matter. I’ll fight him again if he tries even if it seems hopeless. I watch him carefully as he takes everything off of the table and puts it on the floor. He moves the table to the center of the room and then goes over to a chest that’s against the back wall. He pulls out a pair of…they look kind of like handcuffs but different. Shackles, maybe? I’m not entirely sure. He has four pairs of them and already I’m getting a sinking feeling in my stomach. I watch as he walks over to the table and on each leg he fastens one fair of shackles, and now I know exactly what he’s going to do. He’s going to tie me down, one shackle on each wrist and ankle.


I try not to cower away from him when he walks over to my little prison but it’s impossible. He’s so big, so strong, and again I know what it feels like to be normal. When I turned eighteen and Giles gave me that drug that made me helpless I hated the feeling, of not having my slayer strength, of not being able to protect myself. And I feel like that now, helpless, hopeless, like a normal girl. I watch as he leans down and picks up a rock, a white crystaly thing. The electric shield lights up like it did before, only there’s a low hum, and then it’s gone. He puts the rock in a different spot then where it was before. Without even thinking I spring forward. I dash around him and run for the exit. I’m almost there, three feet away when I feel my hair being pulled. Why did I have to wear a ponytail?


I kick, and scream, and fight with all of the strength that I can find, but it isn’t enough. My muscles don’t want to work, all of them are screaming at me to just give up. But I won’t. Even if it is pointless or hopeless I have to keep fighting. I can’t just sit back and let this thing have its way with me. It picks me up around the waist and my skin is on fire in a horrible way. I think I’d rather it be on fire in the literal way. I’m not supposed to be feeling like this with anything but Faith. Only Faith should be able to light my skin on fire like this. It takes me over to the table and holds me down. But I’m not on my back like I thought I’d be. I’m on my stomach and he’s shackling my wrists to the table. It’s an awkward position that my arms aren’t used to and my shoulders are already hurting.


I try pulling on the restrains but they’re too strong, and it feels like my skin just tore. I scream as he puts his hand on the back of my knee and forces my leg to stay still. My other leg is trying to kick his hand away but it isn’t working. I’m starting to panic, there’s no way I can deny it at this point. I’m struggling, and screaming, and basically freaking out, but none of it matters to him. I feel the restraint snap around my ankle and it feels like my fait has just been sealed. It’s a horrible feeling, that’s sinking right down to my soul. When he gets my second leg locked in the shackle I stop moving. It’s just so hopeless that I can’t force myself to keep fighting. I flinch when I feel him take my shoes off. What the hell is he doing? I struggle a little he slowly slides my socks off. There isn’t much room for me to move around and it’s making the struggling thing really hard.


I shiver when the cool air hits my now bare feet. I shiver even more when I feel the demon touch the small of my back. I try to force myself to struggle when I feel him start to lift my shirt up. My muscles are so tired though, they want to give up and at this point I don’t have any inner strength left to force them. All I can concentrate on right now is the hot, burning sensation in my pants. I’m getting so damn wet I can feel it on my thighs and spilling forward onto my mound. I have to force my hips to stay still, otherwise I’d be rubbing myself against the seam of my jeans, trying to find some type of friction. I moan when I feel my pants move a little bit and the seam does rub against me a little. I scream when I feel something, like a needle, yeah definitely feels like a needle, hit my skin. I keep screaming because it keeps happening, and I can hear a little smacking sound, of metal against metal.


I don’t know how long it lasts. Could have been twenty minutes, could have been twenty hours, but the point is it’s finally stopped. I let out a little sigh of relief and watch as he walks over to a different table and sets down whatever it was he was holding. And I was right about the needle part. It’s huge. The part that was hitting against me is small, like a normal needle, but the shaft is a lot bigger. And you want to know what was making that sound? A hammer. That’s right, this big demon thing put that needle against my skin and then used a hammer to make it mark me. I wonder what he made? Because I don’t think it’s going to go away. I see him pick up a bowl and he walks back over to the table I’m tied to. I feel his hand on me again and it makes me moan against my will. I’m only moaning because he’s rubbing something cool against my skin, and we all know how much my body loves the cold.


I hear him make a grunting noise and it disgusts me. I’m not completely disgusted with the demon, I mean after all he is a boy demon and it doesn’t really matter the species, if a male hears a female moaning, and groaning and wanting to be taken they’re going to react. I’m disgusted with myself a little bit. I’m disgusted because I can’t force my body to turn off. I can’t make the throbbing between my legs go away. I can’t force myself not to moan, and groan and want something hard, and long inside of me. Fucking me until I scream and then fucking me some more. I want Faith, and all I can think about is her. Her wearing the strap on and me straddling her, riding her so hard and fast, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples hard enough to make her wince, and then kissing the pain away.


Then pulling off of her and straddling her face. Feeling her soft tongue deep inside of me, rubbing in all the right places, and then feel the vibrations when she hums. Just thinking about all that, thinking about fucking Faith makes me come. I moan and arch my back a little and I feel the orgasm gush out of me. I feel so ashamed but at least I’m not as on edge as before. Now at least I’ll be able to sit still. I freeze when I feel my shackles being released. First on my legs, then on my hands. I try to punch the demon, and then swing around and kick him, but he already has a hold of me so I can’t move. I try to struggle but he squeezes my arm and it hurts so fucking bad, so I stop moving.


I watch as he grabs onto the front of my shirt. I feel him pull it, feel the material strain against my back until it finally gives, and most of my torso is exposed to him. Thank God I decided to put on a bra. I feel him pull me up and I start kicking but it doesn’t do any good. He breaks the button and zipper of my jeans, and then rips them off me and now all I’m wearing is my underwear. He tosses back over to the little area I was in earlier. He stomps over to the rock and puts it back in place. The electric shield glows and hums, and then it disappears. But I know it’s still working, I can feel the charge flowing through the air, and I know better then to touch it. I reach and touch my skin where the needle was. It’s swollen and it hurts and it’s bleeding, but I can feel my slayer healing taking care of it already. I’m smart enough to know that it isn’t going to go away. Not completely. The swelling will go down and the bleeding will stop, but the brand will still be there.


Why is he doing this? Why did he expose me like this? Why did he mark me? I don’t know, and I have no way of finding out. It’s just all so overwhelming. I want Faith to come and save me. To take me away from this place, to take me home. I want to be with my family, I want to hug my kids and then have Faith wrap her protective arms around me. I want to feel safe again, I don’t feel safe at all right now. And the worst part about all of this is I’m getting turned on again. My body is starting to heat up, my clit is starting to throb, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I just want Faith to come and save me, to kill the demon, to take me out of here, and then fuck me, long and hard and fast. That’s what I want, but I highly doubt that’s going to happen. I just hope someone found her in time. I hope she’s ok and not still lying at the edge of the woods bleeding to death. I wish I could get out of here and make sure she’s ok. I just want to get out of here.