Dominance

Title: Dominance
Author: Bound Lenore
Summary: Willow has some fun dominating Puppy.
Rating: NC-17 F/M, BDSM
Pairings: Willow/Puppy
Feedback: Greatly appreciated. Should I keep this going?
Author Notes: PWP, for the most part. Might expand the story later on. 1st fic.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, I just have fun with them.

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With a sigh, I examine the slight rip in the leather of my tightly wound corset. My favorite one at that. Tossing the offending whip aside, I throw a scathing look at Puppy, who cowers at my feet, his back a delicious pattern of still-bleeding cuts. In my zealousness, I accidentally cut into my clothing. With a growl, I dig my heeled boot into Puppy's back, ramming him into the ground. Only a small whimper leaves his lips - he was always a good learner. But even that little sound further infuriates me, my already frayed temper snapping.

"Did I say you could utter a sound, you dog?" I harshly whisper in his ear, my red hair brushing over his cuts, eliciting a shiver from his pain-filled body as I kneel over him.

His soulful brown eyes close in submission, a lone tear escaping and trailing down the chiseled planes of his face. With a triumphant grin, I slowly follow its path with my tongue, making him shiver again, goose-bumps rising over his skin. I always loved how responsive Puppy is. I throughly enjoyed having him laying between my legs, broken on the floor. I run a soothing hand down his back, relishing the obvious relief in his stance before I dig sharp black nails into his already tender flesh. His deliciously toned body tenses in pain, and a small hiss escapes him. Getting up, I walk in front of him, so he can see me as I slowly lick his blood off of my fingers. The heat in his eyes is undeniable. That's what makes playing with Puppy such a delightful venture - no matter the indignities and pain that I make him suffer through, he will still lust after me like the Puppy he is.

"Get up." He looks at me hesitantly, his eyes questioning.

I walked over to him and slap him across the face, my hand leaving an angry red mark in his skin. Gripping his chin tightly, nails digging into his skin hard enough to draw blood, I bring his face up to mine. Puppy's eyes refuse to meet mine. I squeeze even harder, dark blood welling between my fingers and slowly dripping down my wrist. His scared eyes slowly meet mine, and I smile a cruel, vicious smile, enjoying the renewed fear in his eyes.

"Don't. You. Ever. Make. Me. Repeat. Myself." I bite off the words, punctuating each one with a hard squeeze on his already brutalized skin. I really wasn't that angry with him, knowing that my earlier whipping had been quite thorough,, and he obviously couldn't respond as promptly as I required, but a lesson is a lesson, after all. I enjoyed being a very thorough teacher.

Letting go of his face, I walk over to the massive bed in the middle of the room. Black satin sheets whisper over the milky skin of my thighs as I sit on the edge, and look to Puppy expectantly. I smile approvingly as he quickly crawls over to kneel in front of me, heedless of the obvious pain it was causing him. I plant my knee high boots to either side of him, holding my blood soaked hand in front of his face. He quickly leans forward to lap at the congealing blood, his rough tongue pulling at things deep inside my body. I feel my pussy beginning to get quite wet, soaking my silk panties. Pulling my hand from his delicious lapping, I lean back on my elbows, spreading my legs in front of his face. His eyes flamed, and even though he remained submissive, I could feel the change in him as he crawled between my thighs, his hands pushing my leather skirt up, teeth catching my underwear as he slowly pulls it down my body. Once I am bare to his gaze, he gently nudges my legs further apart with his shoulders, hands caressing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.

"No hands for now." I growl at him, my dominance needing to be asserted at all times.

He throws me a baleful glance, before I feel his hot breath on my pussy. He gently blows on my clit, the tip of his tongue running between my lips, barely touching, driving me crazy. He uses his skillful tongue to separate my inner lips, this time his tongue pressing harder on my skin. I wanted to moan, but bit my lip instead. His tongue spears my pussy, lapping at my juices, as I slowly rock my hips back and forth against his face. I dig my hands into his hair, pulling on it harshly as he roughly tongues me, shivers coursing through my body. Puppy always did have such a nice tongue.

My breath hitches as I feel delicious tension building up inside me. His preternatural hearing doesn't miss a beat and he licks me with renewed vigor. I feel his hands questioningly running up my thighs, and when he isn't reprimanded he uses one of them to spread my pussy further, his tongue stabbing at my clit. He runs his fingers around my opening, playing with the sensitive folds. He wets his fingers on my juices, before suddenly ramming two fingers into me, his tongue still furiously working away at my clit. He fingers me slowly at first, but two fingers soon become three and I'm shamelessly bucking up to meet his thrusting hand. I don't miss the triumphant gleam in eyes, but decide to concentrate on my pleasure for now. I'm getting closing to cumming, and if sensing this, Puppy rams four fingers into me, painfully filling my pussy and I feel small tremors coming over me. A few more thrusts of his hands, and I come undone, bucking wildly, a rush of sensation overcoming me. I hear gasps and moans escape my lips as a delicious orgasm wracks my body, my juices flowing over his hand. When he pulls away, his face is glistening with my come. I can see his straining erection pulling against the tight leather of his pants.

Feeling slightly put off by my lack of control, I frown at him. Puppy is instantly mollified, and he quickly bends down to kiss my boots, the cuts on his back reopening, his tongue lapping at the already shiny leather. A sudden rush of inspiration hits me, and another wicked smile curves my lips. I kick him away from me, pulling off my leather skirt as I walk over to the enormous mahogany chest where I keep my toys. Such a delight to see the fear enter those chocolate brown eyes yet again, even as he lustfully takes in how I look. Despite the rip, my corset hugs my body just right, making my somewhat lacking breasts look luscious straining against the black leather. I love black leather. You would think it'd make my pale skin seem ghostly, but I feel as if I were born to wear it. Perhaps that's just my inner Dominatrix speaking, who knows? Pulling my mind back from my idle musings, I open the heavy lid and peek inside. None of the whips interest me, as I've already played with them today and have no interest in permanently marring Puppy's delicious skin. I slowly rummage through the extensive selection, before settling on a few things.

Without even looking in his direction, I growl at Puppy, "Strip, and kneel on the bed."

I can see the obvious reluctance in his eyes, even as he rushes to obey, and it makes it all the more exciting. I slither into my chosen toy, fumbling with the straps for a second, before turning to the bed where Puppy awaits, on all fours, just how I like him. Despite being afraid of what's to come, his bulging erection belies his true feelings. I kneel in front of him, idly stroking the leather phallus I now wear. I move it teasingly over his lips, before grabbing onto his hair and shoving it into his waiting mouth. He gags a little, not used to this kind of roughness from me, but I felt a desperate need to assert myself over him. Closing his eyes in obvious shame, he diligently sucks on the leather dick.

"That's it, Puppy. Get that cock nice and wet." I purr at him, stroking his hair.

Knowing for certain what's to come now, he sucks with renewed zeal, his head quickly bobbing up and down, tongue working furiously over the leather dildo. He looks so adorable with his mouth stretched open like that, eyes lowered, tears streaming down his face as he struggles to keep it in his mouth; knowing that if he were to drop it punishment would be swift. I can feel my pussy tightening in anticipation, hardly being able to contain my excitement at Puppy's imminent humiliation.