The Watcher's Lesson

Author – ripperwench
Title – The Watcher’s Lesson
Rating – NC-17
Pairing – Buffy/Giles
Disclaimer – These characters belong to Joss Whedon.
Summary - Buffy is hurt by Giles' betrayal on her eighteenth birthday... (set after the Season 3 episode ‘Helpless’)

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"You have a father’s love for the child."

Travers’ words kept ringing in Buffy’s ears. A father’s love? She had a father, she didn’t need another. And after everything she’d….

All the flimsy little tops she’d made sure to wear when training with him, wearing tiny little skirts that showed her panties every time she bent down to pick up something. She thought she was getting close over Christmas. She’d been worried about Angel and Giles was trying to calm her down. He put his splayed hand on her waist, and his thumb was almost touching the bottom of her left breast. Buffy knew he wanted to move it up, cup her…when Willow walked into his office with another book that might have an answer, forcing Giles to leave her side.

After all that, he only loved her as a daughter? A child? That stung even more than Giles’ betrayal, drugging her and not even telling her what was happening, and almost getting her killed.

She was going to show him. Buffy kneeled down and rooted around under her bed for a large brown box. Her birthday present from Faith. She wanted more than anything to make Giles see how wrong he was.

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Giles had just finished re-shelving some of his books when the front door to his apartment slammed open with a loud craHe pHe picked up the nearest weapon, a 16th century sword his father had given him for his 16th birthday, and spun around.

"Oh, it’s you. Buffy, really, I know you’re still upset about your birthday, but there’s no reason to take your aggression out on my door."

The Slayer’s blonde hair fanned out behind her as she strode purposefully into Giles’ apartment. She came to a halt in front of him, glaring. Giles put down thord ord and turned towards the kitchen.

"Why don’t we talk about this? I’ll put on the tea…."

He never saw her tiny fist coming towards the back of his head. Giles crumpled to the floor in a heap.

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The first thing Giles noticed when he started to come to was how cold he was. He knew even before he opened his eyes that he was naked. His hands were bound behind him and he was face down on his floor. He raised his head, trying to orient himself, but all he could see was the back of his couch.

"It’s about time," Buffy’s voice floated out to him from near the kitchen. Giles gingerly moved his head to the right. He could see Buffy standing in his kitchen, her creamy shoulders gleaming in the dull fluorescent light, bare from the gauzy purple top she had been wearing when she entered his apartment…he didn’t know how long ago. "I was beginning to think I’d hit you too hard."

"Buffy, what are you—"

"Funny, but I never figured you for the commando type. You know, no underwear. Me and Willow always assumed you were either the tightie whities type or the silk boxers type."

He squirmed around, the cold of the floor uncomfortable against his cock. It was painful to arch his back and keep his neck up any longer, so he laid his head back down on the floor.

"Buffy, what’s going on?" he asked, tiredly. Giles heard her start to come towards him, shoes clicking across the linoleum, the sound changing to a richer clopping as she hit the hardwood of the rest of the house. Cherry red stilettos came into view, encasing surprisingly dainty little feet with ten cherry red toes.

"You injected me with poison. You took away my strength, and you lied to me. You almost got me and my mother killed. All that, and a father’s love for me." He tilted his head up, and Giles was surprised to note how hungrily his eyes traced her toned calves up to her lustrous thighs. It wasn’t until he saw the massive black strap-on dildo tied around her waist, jutting out threateningly, that he began to panic. "Let’s seewe cwe can’t change that kind of love," she cooed.

Click, click, click, her heels tapped against the floor as the dildo and her pert breasts bounced up and down in unison. She dropped to her knees at his side, the dildo thumping against the floor. Buffy stroked his hair gently, running her hand down his neck, lightly across his spine, sending shivers of pleasure throughout his entire body, over his wrists bound at the small of his back, and finally resting on his ass. Buffy clenched her hand, digging her fingernails into his skin, and he let out a groan of pain and pleasure. Giles couldn’t believe it—sure, he’d had fantasies about Buffy. He even had one about himself, Buffy, and Faith, all three eager to burn off some energy after a fruitless patrol. But he never would have acted on his desires, no matter how easy it would have been at any time during their training to rip off her flimsy little halter tops and ravage the hard nipples that always taunted him from behind their cotton prison. And yet here she was, and it was certainly nothing like any of the elaborate fantasies he’d dreamed up at night. He was still speechless with desire and apprehension when she stood up and seemingly effortlessly hauled him to his feet.

"Please, Buffy, untie me, we can discuss this—"

"Shh." Buffy slung him over the couch on his stomach, his ass in the air, his hardening cock up against the brocade backing. "I’m doing the teaching this time, Giles." She raked her nails down his back, leaving eight streaks of red against his pale skin. Buffy then grabbed his shoulders and slammed the dildo roughly into him.

"Bloody hell, if you insist on doing this you should at least use some lubrication!"

The Slayer laughed throatily and leaned against him, her nipples hardening as they touched his skin. "Guess Ripper isn’t so dead after all," she hissed in his ear. "You sound awfully knowledgable in this subject. Guess you and Ethan had some good times, huh? Well, where do you keep your lube?"

"There’s some Vaseline in my medicine cabinet in my bathroom," Giles said.

He exhaled as she pulled the dildo out of his ass and retreated to his bathroom. He tried standing up, but he was so dizzy with desire, all he could do was gently rub himself against the couch, ho to to relieve his arousal as quickly as possible. As Giles rubbed, he pictured himself being freed from the ropes, grabbing Buffy and tearing that ridiculous apparatus off of her, throwing her down on the bed and screwing her until she cried out his name, and not Angel's. Giles was right on the brink when he suddenly felt the cold, slick dildo slipping easily into him. He hadn’t even heard her return, he’d been so engrossed in his fantasy.

"You. Drugged. Me. You. Lied. To. Me." Each accusatory word dripped from her lips, punctuated with a trust of her hips. This wasn’t exactly virgin territory for Giles, Buffy had been right in saying he and Ethan had fun in the old days. But he’d never been taken from behind by anyone as strong or as angry as his Slayer was.

His Slayer. He liked the way that sounded. Maybe when she finished with him, he could convince Buffy to let him teach her the real way things were. Giles could practically feel himself running his tongue up her creamy neck, sliding himself into her still-tight—

He was wrenched back into reality as Buffy moaned and raked her fingernails down his back again, this time drawing blood. It occurred to him for the first time that she might be getting a pleasure other than the ability to gloat from this. Encouraged, he began trying to rock in time with her, causing the small nub on the inside of the dildo to brush against her clit. Giles risked a look backwards and saw a faint blush creeping up Buffy’s neck to her face as her breath started to come in small pantings. She suddenly threw herself across his back, pushing them both against the couch. Still thrusting the dildo inside of him, Buffy reached a graceful arm around his waist and grabbed his aching cock. Then she stopped all motion, leaving Giles quivering with lust waiting to be released.

"You want me to do it, daddy?" she mocked.

"God, yes," Giles groaned.

"Beg me."

"Please, please," he shut his eyes and tried to rub his penis inside Buffy’s hand, but she tightened her grip.

"Say you’re sorry."

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry I lied to you, I’ll never do it again. Buffy, I lov—"

"Shh. There’s be time for that later."

Buffy began rocking against his ass again, slipping the dildo in and out. She began sliding her hand up and down his shaft in rhythm and placing small kisses on the back of his neck. Every place her lips touched left him on fire, and he couldn’t believe what a beautiful, strong woman his Slayer had grown into.

A tingling sensation began building in the pit of his stomach, finally shooting out electric tingles of pleasure as he came in her hand. Giles collapsed over the couch, spent, and although Buffy had stopped her pushing, he still felt the dildo shuddering inside him as Buffy twitched with her own climax. They stayed in that almost quaint tableau for what felt like ages. Finally, Buffy straightened up and pulled the toy from him. She unsnapped the hooks and he heard it clatter to the floor. Buffy gently undid the ropes binding his wrists and helped him to his feet. Giles turned around and looked at her.

Buffy smirked. "Still love me like a daughter?"

Giles answered her by wrapping his arms around her delicate frame and covering her mouth with his.