Trust

Title: Trust (PWP) 1/1
Author: automatic_badgirl
Email: automatic_badgirl@yahoo.ca
Summary: Well it’s a PWP so you know there’s a lot of wholesome, ole’ fashioned mattress mamboing g on, on, basically Wesley convinces Faith to allow herself to be chained up on his bed in order to prove her trust.
Spoiler Warning: Takes place right after Release in Season four
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Wesley/Faith
Disclaimers: I own nothing and owe everyone. All characters are the sole property of Joss et al at Fox and Greenwalt at Mutant Enemy. I just take them out of my mental “Tickle trunk” and make them do verrry naughty things.
Notes:
Archive: Knock your socks off, archive away. Please let me know.
Feedback: Oh I’m a total whore for feedback
Thanks: As always thanks to ALI who betaed this late at night, despite the mountain of laundry awaiting her, and pronounced it “hot”. Love you girlfriend.

Trust
“You have to learn to trust again.”
Faith reflected on these words as she strained against the bonds holding her splayed on the bed. She instinctively sensed the chains would break if she exerted a touch more pressure—however she wasn’t completely sure she wanted to do that, just yet. She could hear her captor moving about the bedroom, but she couldn’t see him because of the blindfold. The blindfold she willingly put on. She lay quietly, using her other senses to explore her surroundings.
Her muscles ached, partly from the beating she took earlier at the hands of Angel and partly from the beating she laid on Wesley’s shower after. Poor defenseless tile never stood a chance against me, ‘Faith the Shower Slayer’, she thought sourly. It was just that the urge to strike out, to destroy something was so overwhelming.
Spent most of the past twenty-four getting dumped on my ass, wasn’t able to do much more than annoy Rocky and as for Angel—well, I treated myself to many wounded glances at psycho-hair boy from the perspective of the ground, after he put me there—forcibly. He spanked me like a naughty puppy that’s pissed on the rug, took ‘bout the same amount of effort to do it too. These thoughts and others rankled. Why’d I think it be any different this time, cause I’m all ‘reformed’ now and a ‘tough-ass’ ex-con to boot. Faith rolled her eyes behind the blindfold. Even with her eyes wide open, the darkness was total. The mask was made of black leather lined with purple velvet, a cheesy thing really, the sort of thing bored, kinky housewives bought to titillate their husbands. But the leather was of a higher quality than usual for an item like this, the rich smell of it curled into her brain with every inhalation. It always was a sexy smell for me, she thought, dark and masculine. Faith drew in a deep breath, wincing at the pain in her cracked ribs.
“Are you in a great deal of pain?” he asked stroking the affected area, large hands warm and soothing. Mutely she shook her head; the feel of his hand, gently pressing the flesh over her ribs brought a mixture of pain and pleasure coiling into her belly.
“Five by five…right Faith? You always were afraid to open up too much. I think that’s why we got off on the wrong foot” She thought she heard mockery in his words.
“Well if you looked as good then, as you do now, baby, we could’ve had us some fun.” His hand stilled then withdrew. Belatedly she realized it wasn’t scorn in his tone but sympathy. Complex emotions boiled up, she almost preferred the scorn to this—she knew she didn’t deserve pity.
“Wes—I”
“Hush Faith.” He stoked his thumb over her mouth lingering at the fresh bruises blooming there.
She recalled his gaze after her tantrum in the bathroom. He burst in concerned then quickly averted his gaze when he saw her nude, bloody form. Enough of the old Wesley remained that looking away was automatic, but then boldly, he looked back. He handed her a towel and told her to get out of the shower. Faith was ready to make some smart remark but it died in her throat. She saw the heat in his look but it was banked and smoldering, mostly there was—something else. She thought it might be pity so she raised her chin proudly and stalked past him, but he reached out and caught her shoulder at the last second, stilling her in her tracks.
“Faith, this won’t work unless you can learn to rely on someone…”
“Oh and who’s that gonna be” she said bitterly “You? ‘Faith all is forgiven let’s be best buds’ tell me another one Wes” she mocked.
“I never said anything about forgiveness Faith, not after what you put me through” his hand tightened on her wet flesh, she looked over her shoulder at him, irritation and hurt in her eyes.
“No. Faith I’m not ready to forgive you yet…but we will surely be killed—all of us—unless we can create some modicum of trust between us.”
“Honor among thieves, eh?”
“Something like that…are you willing to try?”
She had to bite back her first retort, ‘To go fuck himself and the whole lame-ass crew he hung with’, instead she paused, Check me out, doing the whole second thoughts thing, guess prison fixed me up after all, she thought bitterly. She relented, the blood skating its way down her wet body and dripping on the floor was mute testimony to her success thus far. Slowly she said,
“What do you have in mind?”
What Wesley had in mind apparently involved trussing her like a thanksgiving turkey with tacky bondage gear to his bed. She recalled her disdain for the cheap restraints.
“Lilah’s.” he grunted curtly.
“So is this your big secret plan to get me all hot and bothered for ya Wes?”
“Yes, Faith I have been a mere shell of a man since you went to the big house and out of my love life.” he replied dryly.
She sat on the edge of the bed dressed in one of his tee-shirts and watched him fiddle with the chains.
“B told me you Watchers had a thing for tying up and blindfolding Slayers, she thought it was ‘cause you couldn’t think up any more good training ideas. Mostly I thought it was just Giles’ thing ya know, never told Buffy that, but guess I was wrong after all.” Wesley’s expression was exasperated.
“Faith by making yourself vulnerable to me you demonstrate a readiness to trust on some level. After all you would be relatively helpless before someone you once tortured.” Faith said nothing for a beat, just let the guilt run around free inside for a while, then she tugged at one of the restraints. Fixing her eyes on Wesley’s she said,
“I don’t know Wes; these chains don’t look all that strong. I could probably break them any time”
“Yes, but refusing to, shows me that you trust me.”
“Should I trust you Wesley?” she asked quietly. He looked at her for a long moment then turned back to his fiddling. Right, there you go, ask a stupid question, she thought, Well whatever smack-down he wants to lay on me I no doubt deserve and I am a Slayer, I’ll survive—maybe

Still on one level Faith fought very hard not to bolt from the room when Wesley began fastening the straps on the cuffs; he leaned over her, adjusting the pillow behind her head and she caught a mixture of cologne and sweat that made her insides tighten with wet heat. Been out of jail for only a day and dying to get some aren’t you, so horny that even an uptight British priss like Wes gets your motor running, she chastised herself. He then produced the blindfold; she shot up protesting weakly,
“Uh-uh! No way Wesley I’ll go along with this kink-fest but only so far.”
“Faith, you agreed.”
“Fine.” she relented “but if Angel—or anyone breaks in and finds us like this I’m gonna kick your ass!”
“Agreed—if I don’t succumb from the embarrassment first.”
She glared at him as he lowered the blindfold to her face. He swept her hair back off of her forehead and ran his fingers down through the silky strands to reach the fastenings at the back. His touch made Faith involuntarily arch her head into his hand; Wesley paused and stroked her hair, fingers digging deliciously into her scalp. Reluctantly a moan of pure sensual pleasure slipped from her lips, it had been so long since she had been touched gently by another. She had a moment to wonder why Wesley would touch her so, but just then the bed dipped beneath his weight and she could sense the nearness of him despite the blindfold. He finished his task and Faith felt the bed right itself as he moved off it. Suddenly she was alone, unable to defend herself. The vulnerability made her tense her muscles against the bindings, the thin knife of panic she felt began to grow, its keen edge digging at her.
“Relax Faith; you have to learn to trust again. Fight the urge to run.”
His voice calmed her somewhat; still she felt a thread of unease. She remembered the time spent torturing him, the broken glass, the shallow cuts she made so he wouldn’t lose consciousness. She steeled herself for similar treatment.
She could hear him moving, felt the air stir from his passage. She concentrated keenly, all of her senses tuned. Gradually she believed she was able to locate where he was, sniffing she smelled something sharp and metallic with a cool undertone. Spit gathered in her mouth, tainted with fear. She felt rather than heard him move swiftly toward her; straddling her Wesley lightly laid a dagger blade on her cheek. The scent of the blade intensified, Faith detected the sour tang of old blood—human. He pressed the edge tenderly against her flesh, Faith felt it dig in; begin to bite into her skin. She gritted her teeth and waited for the inevitable. Wesley paused then drew the dagger down, laying the flat of the blade between her breasts. A thin line of blood began to well up in the scratch he made. Faith could smell it, she was also intensely aware of the pounding of her heart; it felt like it was touching the blade, making it jump. Faith’s arousal was mixed with her fear, it was difficult to discern where terror stopped and lust began. But then it had always been mixed up for her, pleasure and pain combined to produce a total sensory overload. The line of blood was beginning to trickle down her cheek. Its hot wavering progress down her cheek was like a caress. She gasped when she felt Wesley’s tongue lick the blood off her face like a predatory animal. Moisture began to gather between her legs, creeping slickly down her thighs. Her hands bunched into fists with the pleasure and the wooden posts the chains were attached to creaked a warning.
“Careful Faith.” His voice was like a cat’s tongue, rough yet somehow pleasing.
“Wesley—I don’t know if this is such a hot idea after all.” Inwardly groaning at the thought of the loss of such decadent sensation, she tried to stay on the straight and narrow regardless. His hand slipped over her mouth, forefinger straying inside drawn by the heat and Faith’s tongue.
“You no longer have a choice in the matter Faith. You agreed to submit to me, to trust me and you will. Now I only want to hear yes or no answers from you from now on, understand?”
As her mouth was busy sucking at Wesley’s finger, she nodded. Slowly he withdrew from her mouth and continued,
“You haven’t had anything good or right in your life f lon long time now. Neither have I actually. But strangely enough it doesn’t matter as much as I thought it would, you just learn to take your pleasure where you can. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She whispered, she was breathing hard, inflamed by the feel of him beside her and the desire she heard in his voice. There was a harsh purring sound as the cloth of the tee shirt was parted by the blade, its skipping progress was impeded by her skin sometimes but the shallow stinging cuts it left behind only made her writhe with need . She felt chill air on her stomach; she arched up, breasts burning, needing to be touched. Wesley obliged, skating the tip of the dagger over her nipples. The cool touch of the metal was relief and torture combined, quickly replaced with the heat of his mouth. She nearly wept from the ache inside her. His hand feathered over her rib cage and skimmed past her stomach, finally clutching her hip in a brutal grip. Her thighs parted urging him on.
“Please...baby” she sobbed.
“Faith what did I say.” His hand tightened painfully; she knew it would leave a bruise and that thought made the desire mount.
“Yes, Oh Yes.” She corrected
“Very good, I always thought you’d be an apt pupil.”
Behind the mask, colors were pin wheeling in front of her eyes. Faith knew it was just an optical effect brought on by the sensory depravation, but she felt the whirling lights reflected the turmoil in her body. She groaned when she felt the hard length of Wesley’s cock pressing against her nakedness through the rough fabric of his jeans. She longed to feel him inside her, hell she’d settle for his naked cock nestled alongside her thigh, she craved his skin on hers. He pressed himself against her,
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, yes!”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, anything…Do what you like—but Jesus god please fuck me!”
Instantly he withdrew, moving away from her. The silence was broken only by the sound of Faith’s harsh panting; she came back to herself a little. Aware of the waiting, disapproving quality to the silence, she slowed her breathing. Her head fell back onto the pillow, frustrated tears leaked out from beneath the blindfold.
“Sorry, Baby. Please I’m sorry. I won’t disobey again!”
The silence lengthened.
“Okay, this is only fair right. I go all Hannibal Lecter on you, you have to get your revenge….but please Wes don’t make me beg anymore—.” She broke off weeping harshly. Then she slowed, last few sobs hiccupping out of her until she stopped and paused. She felt drained and humbled and humiliated, but despite everything she still wanted him. She knew it was only a matter of patient waiting until he saw to her needs, she trusted him enough not to leave her wanting.
“Are you finished?”
“Yes.”
“Are you ready to continue?”
“Yes.”
“Once again Faith, do you trust me?”
She bit her lip hesitating, he saw her dilemma and went to her aid,
“It’s okay, tell me.”
“I--” she stopped and began again “I think I trust you about as much as you trust me” she said slowly, “but I think you trust me a little bit more now.” She strained to hear his answer and was rewarded by an amused chuckle.
“Very good Faith! I think we are beginning to achieve some sort of détente between us.”
“Well, whatever Wes, but could you either finish what you’ve started or let me loose—so I can” she blurted this out then snapped her traitorous mouth closed, sure he would make her wait for release because of her slip. Instead she heard the rustle of clothing being removed and desire leapt up within her, as hot and raging as it ever was. Then she felt his mouth, his honeyed, torturing mouth on her thighs, she sighed par parted them allowing him access to her heat. Slowly he worked his way up towards her hot core. She thought she might go insane once his mouth actually closed over her clit. Dimly she thought her previous habit of “get some and get gone” was a mistake in light of the sweet agony Wesley was making her feel now, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. He licked and sucked at her, feeding on her juice. His tongue stroked the folds of her pussy, slowly, like he was eating an especially delectable piece of dripping fruit. When she felt the hard length of his fingers slip inside, she clenched eagerly, never wanting the bliss to stop. The feel of her velvet tightening around his fingers made Wesley moan. He was buried in her folds, mouth pressed tightly against her clit, the extra sensation of his deep, rumbling moan made her match it with one of her own.
“Jesus, I’m a bitch in heat here Wes!” she gasped. “Please baby, I don’t think I can take much more.”
Cruelly, Wesley slowed his movements, tonguing her with deliberate ease. Faith’s body trembled. Denied release, she tightened her limbs, the wooden bedposts groaned in sympathy with her. Just before the restraints broke, Wesley quickened his movements. Faith wished she could cup his head with her hands, cradle him with her thighs, anything to keep the sensations centered on her, endlessly. She felt the familiar tightening that signaled orgasm, Faith craned her neck back and let go. She grunted with the force of her release, head snapping back into the soft down of the pillow. Her hoarse cries were counter-pointed by the muffled groans from Wesley, his fingers dug into her thighs as she bore down on his mouth, offering him her orgasm.
Dazed, Faith lolled on the bed; she felt like she had been pounded by a waterfall, very wet and tender and…new. She felt the bed shift as Wesley stretched out be her her, his hands were fisted in her hair, removing the blindfold. She blinked at the brightness revealed as he lifted off the mask. Slowly she focused on Wesley’s face,
“Damn, baby…I don’t think I can feel my legs.”
“That’s a shame; I was rather hoping to feel them wrapped around my waist in a moment.”
The promise in his voice made her wetter than she already was. They locked eyes for a heated moment. She could see traces of her fluids on his mouth and chin, slowly he bent down to kiss her. She tensed and balked for an instant, he waited lips brushing hers, his breath filling her mouth. Then she relaxed and let him kiss her. She could taste herself blended with the salty flavor of his mouth. The kiss deepened; greedily she sucked and nibbled at his lips, his tongue. She wanted to inhale all of him, his essence and keep it down deep inside, where she could secretly take it out to examine later. Never breaking the kiss his fingers fumbled with the fastenings on the cuffs at her wrists and legs, when she was free she wrapped her arms round his neck and kissed her way down his throat. He tipped his head back to allow her greater access; she grinned against his neck as she nipped him playfully. Wesley flinched then returned the caress with a bite of his own; the feel of his teeth on the pulse of her throat made Faith draw in a pleased gasp.
“So you like to play then” he teased silkily.
“Baby, I’m all about the playing, I--” her words choked off as he playfully tweaked her still swollen clit.
“Too much?”
“Oh no. No just enough.”
If her breathy whimper didn’t convince him of that the slick moisture he felt should. Pleased he stretched his body over hers, his stiff cock butting playfully into her stomach. Faith marveled at the feel of his skin pressed on hers, smooth satin stretched over rigid muscle. She thought his texture was like hers, recalling the feel of her body when she self pleasured. Still she felt uncharacteristically girlish and shy despite the fact that they both inhabited the bodies of warriors. Her fingers traced the scars on his throat and belly. Sensing her reserve he mirrored her movements soothingly kissing her scars and bruises. He shifted and nudged his cock against her wet opening, waiting for her to take the lead. Faith felt the controlled urgency contained in his cock, she reached down and gripped him. He was velvety soft and so hard, she lightly rubbed his slit spreading pre-cum over the head. She smiled to herself when he twitched and moaned with her movements.
“Faith, please I…”
“Tables are turned hotshot, who’s beggin’ for it now. Maybe I should get going…” she teased.
She felt in control of herself again. The equation had balanced; he wanted her as much as she did him. Her desire intensified when she felt the minute trembling in his arms. She looked coyly at him, telling him wordlessly that she was only kidding. He caught her look and thrust forward, making her eyes widen as he stretched and filled her.
“Oh God, a girl goes through a state imposed dry spell and it’s ‘like a virgin’ all over again.”
“I’m not complaining if you aren’t.” he grunted, slowly he withdrew and slid into her again. This time he was slicked up with her juice and he smoothly entered, sinking his cock deep inside her. Faith’s entire body curled, helpless feeling the bone deep gratification she felt having him inside her. She felt as if a piece she never knew was missing had been restored to her. He began to fuck her slowly, stroking his cock along the walls of her pussy. She rose to meet him, urging him on with her cries and her heels. Wesley reached back and adjusted her legs, wrapping them even tighter about his hips. Then he surged faster, really fucking her hard. Faith reeled, unable to believe that this was Wes, really him. The priggish dweeb of a Watcher who rained on her parade in Sunnydale. He had her goin’ like a fire engine on its way to a five alarm for Chrissakes! She dug her nails into his back and was rewarded by a hiss from him and a brutal, punishing kiss that stole her breath. Damn B, you sure crapped out in the Watcher department, unless Giles… inwardly shuddering she shoved that thought away.
“I’m close Faith,” he panted “are you?”
“I’ll be…right there…with you…just..” she tilted her hips, her picked up on her movements and angled himself to stroke her deeply where she needed him to. She lost herself in the sex, the rhythm of flesh slapping flesh. Inside she coiled tighter and tighter, her vision began to gray at the edges. Just when cou couldn’t bear another second perched on the brink, she came. Her orgasm was hard and fast, deep and primal, she bucked and writhed, sobbing as sensation pounded through her. It proved to be the last straw for Wesley, watching her uninhibited display, he lost himself in her own release. Burying himself deep in her, he came, hot and surging, gasping against her neck as her walls gripped and released him in time with her orgasm.
Gradually, they became aware of each other, the bed, indeed the planet earth again. Idly Faith stroked Wesley’s back, he made as if to shift off of her but she stilled him with her hand.
“No stay…I like the way I guy feels, after.” He relaxed onto her, brushing the hair out of her eyes. She could feel his warm seed, leaking out of her slowly as he softened and gradually slipped out. She tensed her thighs wanting to keep a little bit of him inside.
They lay quietly for a while, sleepily Faith realized she was about to drift off. Well this is a new one, she thought, and on the wet spot too, being in the clink’s made me soft in the head.
“Wes?”
“Hmmn?” he said drowsily, nuzzling into her shoulder.
“Is--is it okay if I stay here?” she added hastily, “just for a little bit, I’m tired and—” He cut her off, looking into her eyes.
“Of course Faith.” He moved over snuggling her against him, draping an arm over her belly. Faith tensed, tiredness gone for the moment. He had given her that look again, the some one as when they were in the bathroom. She was ready to scram when his voice floated up from her consciousness, “You have to learn to trust again.” She mulled that over while she felt Wesley drift off to sleep, snoring lightly. She thought about the look, he had wanted her sure, but there was something else there, could it have been sorrow…? Was sorrow the same as pity? But that still wasn’t it. Just as she felt herself relaxing down into sleep again, she realized what Wesley’s look meant. Mixed up with the desire and hurt there was recognition. He did feel sorry for her but not in a pitying way, only because he recognized himself in her. They were two outcasts, now drawn inexorably to each other. Faith sighed deeply, the equation still balanced; they were equals on this level as well. So thinking she rolled over and chased that thought down into sleep, as the newly restored sun slowly reclaimed its territory on top of the sleeping figures on the bed.