Wes/Faith ficathon piece
Below is my entry for the Wes/Faith ficathon. Yes it's het, but het isn't always a bad thing. :)
Title: Sharp, Blunt, Cold, Loud, Hot
Author: Moosesal
Rating: NC-17 (see warning below)
Written for: siryn99 - (Two things wanted: Post S7/S4 angst and a black convertible. [I agree that, with these two, sex and/or violence is a given.] One thing you definitely *don't* want: Buffy)
Warning: I took that fact that Siryn99 took sex and/or violence as freedom to let this story go a bit far. It's dark, and it's dirty, and it's more than I expected. There's BDSM and blood and references to torture here. Read at your own risk and enjoy.
Betas: Many thanks to aimeelicious, viciouswishes (who also helped with the title), and silvertedy.
After the destruction of Sunnydale, Faith figured she'd head back down to L.A. They'd stopped the bus at the first Wal-Mart they saw to pick up some essentials, and she had decided to snag some wheels and make the trip on her own. Robin had tried to convince her to stay or let him , but shehad things she needed to do solo. She'd meet them in Cleveland.
That she might have feelings for him still shook her. She wasn't ready. She didn't want it. She wanted to fuck around, be a Slayer, make up for lost time.
So she had scoped out the parking lot and came up with two options -- a sweet cherry red Harley or a sleek black Mustang convertible. Either looked righteous with her new clothes -- tight, faded jeans and a white wife beater with no bra -- but she chose the car. Cuz while fucking on a bike could be fun, a girl could do a hell of a lot more in or on that car. Besides, the bike was gone when she came out of the store.
So she boosted the car and left everyone else behind with a promise to be in touch. If they needed her, they could leave a message at Angel's; she was sure she'd be stopping in down there. After all, she had someone to thank for busting her out of the joint.
As she drove south toward L.A., the wind tangling in her hair, she had only two things on her mind -- Wesley's face and Wesley's cock. More specifically, how his scruffy face would feel rubbing against her thighs and pussy when she rode his mouth until his jaw ached. Which made her wonder if his cock was as big as his ego was these days.
He was nothing like he'd been when she’d come to L.A. and tortured him, never mind what he’d been like in Sunnydale. Hell, she’d have blown him off in a whole other way if he had been. Their Watcher/Slayer relationship certainly woulda been different. No, this Wes was more like her -- he'd seen things. He'd hardened, had changed. And Faith wanted to know what those changes would taste like on the tip of her tongue.
She'd kept her nose clean in prison, but the return to slaying had her blood boiling again. She was itching for a good fight and some serious fucking. So she drove, drumming her hands on the wheel as the metal on the radio thrummed through her body.
***
Wesley stared at the dollar in his hand and poured himself another whiskey. He hadn't been in love with her, but he'd needed her. Needed the release that no one else had been capable of giving him. He'd meant it when he’d told Lilah that he hardly thought of her when she was there. His mind went to a different place. She wasn't much more than a blow-up doll magicked to respond to him. In his head, she was Faith. Always Faith.
He'd think back to that night she'd tortured him, how it had turned him on. In his dreams she'd take it to the next step -- cut off his pants and ride him, use his body and beat him if he came without permission. But that had never actually happened and he'd only trusted Lilah so far.
When he'd busted Faith out of prison, he'd thought maybe he'd finally get his chance. Then Willow had taken her off to Sunnydale, and he was left to carve himself up while dreaming of her and jerking off.
***
Faith rolled up to Wesley's place unsure what to say. She'd never really been nervous about a guy before, but she was used to picking them up in bars, letting them make the first move. She'd never approached anyone like this before. When the answer actually mattered.
She'd never expected him to welcome her the way he had. She'd knocked, and he'd opened the door and smiled as if he'd been expecting her. His eyes had traced her body, taking in her breasts, her tight abs, and even the cut on her cheek with delight. He had clearly been pleased.
“Faith, please, come in.” He drew her inside. “What brings you here?”
“Cut the chitchat, Wes.”
“Yes, of course.” He had dropped the formalities and was once more the relaxed man who'd come to the prison a month earlier. “So --”
“I came here to thank you.”
“Thank me?”
“For busting me out.”
“Ah yes, of course.”
Faith wondered about the disappointment in Wesley's voice, as if he'd wanted to hear something else.Maybe this would be easier than she'd expected.
“And I came here to fuck you.”
Wesley swallowed. “Really?” Faith could see the tough man facade fall into place. “And what makes you think I'm going to go along with that?”
“What makes you think you've got a choice?” She thought she saw Wes relax and almost smile, but then it was gone.
“So, what then?” he asked as he walked to the window. “Murder wasn't enough?” He looked out at the car. “Had to add grand theft auto...” he turned back to her and locked eyes, “... and sexual assault?”
She could tell he was goading her. It was as if... yes. He wanted her to fuck him up, to take control. She stepped closer. “On your knees, Wesley.”
He remained standing, and she backhanded him so fast he fell against the window. “I don't like repeating myself, bitch. On. Your. Knees.”
He complied, rubbing his jaw.
“Oh, did that hurt?” she cooed as she nudged her boot between his knees. “Spread 'em, baby.”
Wes shifted.
“Last time we were alone you got pretty fucked up, Wes. You want more of the same or --”
“Yes, please,” he whispered.
Faith froze for a second, then grabbed his chin forcing him to look at her. “Yes? Please?”
He nodded.
“Like your sex a little rough, huh?”
“Yesssss,” he hissed. “I want .... Like before ... But finish it this time.”
She released him and stepped away. “Fuck, Wes. Last time the ending was you dead.”
Wes sat back on his heels, defeated. “I'm sorry. It's just--”
“Just what?” She tried looking inside him and was scared at what looked back. So much pain. So much want. “You want me to kill you?”
“No. No, not kill...”
“What then? You said finish it.”
“Use me,” he whispered. “Use me and then leave me.”
“Jesus.” Faith paced the room, trying to process this new wrinkle. She wasn't the same girl who'd tortured him years ago. And even then the torture hadn't been about getting herself off. “I don't know if I can, Wes. I don't ... hell, I don't even have any of the right stuff.”
“Surely, you can improvise. I can tell you what I've done to myself, show you my tools.”
His sarcasm nearly got him smacked again when she realized what he'd said. “Your tools?” This was too much.
“Yes.” Wesley stood and grabbed a police baton off the wall. “Blunt,” he said, handing it to her. She admired the weight of it in her hand and spun it a few times, grinning when she saw the pleased look on his face.
“Sharp,” he said as he opened a drawer, removing a set of throwing knives. “Perfectly balanced.”
Faith followed as Wesley walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer. “Cold.” He slapped an ice-cold glass dildo into her hand. “Can also be used for hot if you wish to boil it. Although, I usually choose candles for that.”
“What about loud?”
“The bedroom has been sound proofed.”
“Of course,” she muttered. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She'd come for a simple fuck. “Fine, then. Let's get started.”
Wes led the way, and Faith tried to sort out things in her head. She would do this, but it would be on her terms. She just wasn't sure what those terms would be.
***
Wesley's bedroom was a perfectly normal room. King-size bed, night tables, dresser, closet. Nothing unusual. He watched as Faith took inventory and waited for her instructions. “Shoes off. Untuck your shirt and get on the bed,” she finally said.
He stretched out in the middle of the bed while Faith opened the closet door. She pulled out a couple of his ties. “These'll do, I guess.” She turned to him. “Arms over your head.”
Wes noticed that her eyes had gone cold, flat, just like he remembered. He felt himself get hard, even though she was still fully dressed and had yet to touch him. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his chest. The seam of her jeans rubbed his nipples through his shirt as she leaned over to bind his arms to the headboard. He moaned. Lovely friction. She slid back and looked down at him. “You're not supposed to be enjoying yourself, remember? This is about me.” Thwack. She backhanded him again. He was fully erect now, his cock pulsing against the rough denim of his jeans.
Faith reached back and tightly squeezed his balls through the denim. “Don't even think about coming or I'll cut it.” He jerked against his jeans and felt the fabric dampen.
Faith slid still further back to straddle his hips and rubbed herself against his cock. “Mmm,” she moaned. “Almost as big as I'd hoped.” She took one of the throwing knives from the box and popped the bottom two buttons from Wesley's shirt. Then she threw the knife so that it landed in the wall just above Wesley's head. She felt his hips thrust beneath her in response.
“Uh uh,” she grabbed another knife and held it to his now bared stomach. “You don't move, bitch.” He held still as she scratched his skin with the tip of the knife until she reached another button. A flick and a toss, and another button was gone and another knife was in the wall. She repeated this with the last two buttons until his shirt was wide open. With the last knife, she traced a line around each nipple, just barely breaking the skin. Tiny beads of blood surfaced as she pressed the cuts with the flat of the blade.
“You bleed so pretty for me, Wesley.” She smiled, and he sighed and felt his balls draw up tight.
Don't come, don't come, don't come, he chanted in his head and closed his eyes.
“Look at me, baby. You don't get to look away. You asked for this, you watch this.” Faith slapped him hard, and he opened his eyes as wide as he could. He was panting so hard and so fast that the room was spinning.
“Easy,” he heard Faith’s voice through the swirl. “Easy, Wes. Deep, slow breaths. Don't want you passin' out on me. At least not yet”
Faith slid off of him and climbed off the bed. As she pulled her shirt over her head, Wesley gasped. She was so beautiful. When she unbuttoned her jeans and reached for her zipper, he came.
Faith smiled as Wesley groaned and closed his eyes. “I'm sorry,” he whispered. “Please don't hurt me.”
“Don't hurt you? That's what this is all about, Wes. How can I not hurt you when you came without permission?”
He saw that she was now completely undressed and holding the police baton by its handle. He wanted to move away but knew the effort was pointless. Even if he wasn't bound, she was stronger, faster. She'd catch him and it would only be worse then. He forced himself to relax.
Faith straddled Wes's waist again. She held the baton in front of her and placed the end at his lips. “Suck it, baby. Suck it like it's my cock and you wanna make me come like you just did.”
Wesley swallowed hard and closed his eyes as he opened his mouth. “Eyes open!” She pulled the baton away and whacked both his arms with it before putting it back to his mouth. “Suck it good and look at me while you do.”
Wes opened his mouth again, and she slid the baton in just past the tip. He ran his tongue around and moved his head to let it slide deeper. “You want more, baby?” Faith jammed the baton to the back of his throat. Just as Wes started to gag, she slid it back out again and then in and out, in and out. She fucked his mouth for a few minutes before stopping, the baton just between his lips. “I think it's time I had a little bit of fun, too.” Faith pulled the baton from his mouth and slid the handle inside her, thrusting forward and pushing into his mouth again. Faith jerked her hips back and forth, fucking Wesley's face with the baton. “That's it, baby.” She reached down and rubbed her clit with one hand. When she came, Wesley felt her gush over his chest, and he came in his pants again.
Faith lifted off the baton and pulled it out of Wesley's mouth. “You did it again, Wesley, baby. How am I supposed to punish you now?”
“I d-d-don't know,” he cried. “P-p-please. Don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want.”
“Anything?” her smile a wicked twist of her lips.
Wesley swallowed and nodded.
“Alright. Let's see if your tongue's as sharp as those knives. Eat me out, bitch.” Faith slid up the bed and sat down on Wesley's face so hard he could barely breath. He thrust his tongue deep inside her and felt her still twitching from her recent orgasm. She tasted sweet, fresh, wonderful. She moved on his face, forcing him to lick her from her clit to her ass. He did so with pleasure. Soft flicks at her clit, hard thrusts inside her. He feared he'd rub her raw with his rough face, but she seemed to like it. At one point, she slid back to rub her clit against the point of his chin, thighs squeezing tight against him. It had to hurt, but the way she threw her head back and screamed every time she came, he guessed maybe she liked a little bit of pain too.
As Wesley's jaw tired and his enthusiasm slowed, Faith slid back and looked down at him. “That was very good, Wesley. I think you deserve a reward now.”
Wes perked up at the thought. What she might do, he didn't know, but he was happy for anything. He didn't expect his reward to be her sliding the ice-cold dildo inside herself and turning around to sit on his chest to face his feet. He could feel the cold between his nipples as she rested on him and reached down to unfasten his pants. He was rock hard again, but after the last two times, he was determined not to come without permission.
“Nice and big and hard for me.” Baby talk again as she pushed down his pants. When she leaned over and licked his cock, Wes thought maybe he wouldn't be able to wait after all. He twitched against her lips as she licked along the length of him and squeezed his balls.
But then she let go and slid forward, her cold pussy resting on his balls, his cock sliding along the cleft of her ass. She reached out and removed his jeans completely. Wesley stared at her perfect ass. He wanted desperately to be cut loose so that he could grab her waist and shift her back to fuck her.
With Wesley's pants off, Faith spread his legs and shoved a saliva-covered finger inside him. Wes arched up against her as she crooked her finger forward and said, “Come for me, baby. Shoot all over my ass.” And he did.
As he lay there catching his breath, Faith lifted up and removed the dildo from her wet cunt and coated it with his come. Then moved between his legs and looked up at him. “Lift up, Wes.” He bent his knees and lifted up and she shoved the glass cock inside of him. He screamed and she smiled, “Mmm... loud. Scream again for me, baby?” She grabbed the base of the cock and turned it ninety degrees. And he screamed louder. “Nice.”
Faith crawled off the bed. “You just stay there for a minute, baby. Relax. I'll be back. We're almost done. All that's left is hot.”
Faith left the room and Wesley let himself sink into the bed. This was exactly what he'd wanted.
***
Faith stood outside the bedroom door and tried to get herself back together. She was enjoying her work far too much. When she'd fucked his mouth, she'd wanted to reach down and choke him. She'd wanted to dig her nails into his balls until he bled. She'd wanted to hurt him. But she didn't, not really. What she really wanted to do was ride him hard and come a few more times before getting the fuck out of here. She’d taken the opportunity to find something “hot” to calm down.
Wes had mentioned candles. That sounded perfect. Something she'd done before -- familiar territory -- and something she herself liked. She walked into the dining room and saw some plain white tapers on the table. “Perfect.” She found matches next to the stove and took everything back to the bedroom.
Wesley looked over as she walked in the door. He blinked and relaxed when he saw the candles. She smiled, knowing he'd been worried that she might have found something worse. “How's my boy?”
“F-f-fine.”
Faith noticed Wesley's breath get shallow as she crawled up on the bed to kneel between his legs again. She smiled at the nice scream he made when she turned the cock in his ass. “Like that, baby?” She leaned over and took his cock deep in her throat as she turned the dildo again. She hummed and squeezed his balls with her other hand while she slid the dildo in and out a few times and then slammed it in all the way and turned it one last time.
“Faaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiith!”
“Yes, Wesley?” She was holding the base of his cock tight, not letting him come despite his body's need.
Wesley gasped and scrunched his eyes tight, his hips twitching. “Look at me, Wes.”
He opened his eyes and looked at her. Faith let go of his cock and held his hips as she laid herself on top of him, rubbing her clit against his tip. “Don't come,” she whispered as she thrust herself against him a few times before she flooded him with her wetness, her body shaking against him. “Nice and wet for me now,” she said as she sat up and slid down onto his cock, letting him stretch her open. “So nice and wet. Good boy.”
Faith leaned over and kissed Wesley for the first time as she reached for a candle and the matches. She bit his bottom lip and tugged. “You get your hot and I get what I came for.” She sat back and lit the candle and then began to ride him hard as she dripped hot wax over her nipples. Wes gasped and thrust up against her when she dripped a bit on him before moving the candle back to herself. She let it run down her stomach and into her navel and then she leaned back so her shoulders were practically touching Wesley's knees and she dripped the wax along the top of her pussy, letting it burn her clit and lips and the base of Wes's cock.
Faith sat up and reached behind her to the dildo in Wesley's ass. “You ready to come for me, baby?”
Wes nodded, frantic for release. “Please,” he cried. She lifted up as she slid the cock out of him and then slammed down onto him and into him at once. “Fuck! Now, baby. Come for me now!” she screamed as she came hard around Wesley's cock. She felt him twitch inside her as she pulsed all around him. Faith pinched out the flame on the lit candle and threw it on the floor before collapsing on top of Wes.
They lay there silent and motionless until Faith reached above him, pulled a knife from the wall, and cut him loose. Wesley wrapped his arms around her and held her as her body began to shake. She didn't make a sound and no tears fell from her eyes, but he knew this was the closest she came to crying. Wesley just held her. When the shaking quieted, he rolled them over, placing her on the bed. He pulled the covers up over her, and she heard him say “Thank you.” A kiss brushed her forehead just before she slept.
The End.
Authors note: I've never written this pairing before and I feel like it shows. My beta's and I all agree that the motivation on Wesley's part could be better explained. I feel like even for a PWP the characterization could be better. I'd like to come back to this in the future and improve this piece. But ficathons have due dates and sometimes those demands mean not being able to get things as perfect as one would like. I hope you all enjoyed this anyway.
Title: Sharp, Blunt, Cold, Loud, Hot
Author: Moosesal
Rating: NC-17 (see warning below)
Written for: siryn99 - (Two things wanted: Post S7/S4 angst and a black convertible. [I agree that, with these two, sex and/or violence is a given.] One thing you definitely *don't* want: Buffy)
Warning: I took that fact that Siryn99 took sex and/or violence as freedom to let this story go a bit far. It's dark, and it's dirty, and it's more than I expected. There's BDSM and blood and references to torture here. Read at your own risk and enjoy.
Betas: Many thanks to aimeelicious, viciouswishes (who also helped with the title), and silvertedy.
After the destruction of Sunnydale, Faith figured she'd head back down to L.A. They'd stopped the bus at the first Wal-Mart they saw to pick up some essentials, and she had decided to snag some wheels and make the trip on her own. Robin had tried to convince her to stay or let him , but shehad things she needed to do solo. She'd meet them in Cleveland.
That she might have feelings for him still shook her. She wasn't ready. She didn't want it. She wanted to fuck around, be a Slayer, make up for lost time.
So she had scoped out the parking lot and came up with two options -- a sweet cherry red Harley or a sleek black Mustang convertible. Either looked righteous with her new clothes -- tight, faded jeans and a white wife beater with no bra -- but she chose the car. Cuz while fucking on a bike could be fun, a girl could do a hell of a lot more in or on that car. Besides, the bike was gone when she came out of the store.
So she boosted the car and left everyone else behind with a promise to be in touch. If they needed her, they could leave a message at Angel's; she was sure she'd be stopping in down there. After all, she had someone to thank for busting her out of the joint.
As she drove south toward L.A., the wind tangling in her hair, she had only two things on her mind -- Wesley's face and Wesley's cock. More specifically, how his scruffy face would feel rubbing against her thighs and pussy when she rode his mouth until his jaw ached. Which made her wonder if his cock was as big as his ego was these days.
He was nothing like he'd been when she’d come to L.A. and tortured him, never mind what he’d been like in Sunnydale. Hell, she’d have blown him off in a whole other way if he had been. Their Watcher/Slayer relationship certainly woulda been different. No, this Wes was more like her -- he'd seen things. He'd hardened, had changed. And Faith wanted to know what those changes would taste like on the tip of her tongue.
She'd kept her nose clean in prison, but the return to slaying had her blood boiling again. She was itching for a good fight and some serious fucking. So she drove, drumming her hands on the wheel as the metal on the radio thrummed through her body.
***
Wesley stared at the dollar in his hand and poured himself another whiskey. He hadn't been in love with her, but he'd needed her. Needed the release that no one else had been capable of giving him. He'd meant it when he’d told Lilah that he hardly thought of her when she was there. His mind went to a different place. She wasn't much more than a blow-up doll magicked to respond to him. In his head, she was Faith. Always Faith.
He'd think back to that night she'd tortured him, how it had turned him on. In his dreams she'd take it to the next step -- cut off his pants and ride him, use his body and beat him if he came without permission. But that had never actually happened and he'd only trusted Lilah so far.
When he'd busted Faith out of prison, he'd thought maybe he'd finally get his chance. Then Willow had taken her off to Sunnydale, and he was left to carve himself up while dreaming of her and jerking off.
***
Faith rolled up to Wesley's place unsure what to say. She'd never really been nervous about a guy before, but she was used to picking them up in bars, letting them make the first move. She'd never approached anyone like this before. When the answer actually mattered.
She'd never expected him to welcome her the way he had. She'd knocked, and he'd opened the door and smiled as if he'd been expecting her. His eyes had traced her body, taking in her breasts, her tight abs, and even the cut on her cheek with delight. He had clearly been pleased.
“Faith, please, come in.” He drew her inside. “What brings you here?”
“Cut the chitchat, Wes.”
“Yes, of course.” He had dropped the formalities and was once more the relaxed man who'd come to the prison a month earlier. “So --”
“I came here to thank you.”
“Thank me?”
“For busting me out.”
“Ah yes, of course.”
Faith wondered about the disappointment in Wesley's voice, as if he'd wanted to hear something else.Maybe this would be easier than she'd expected.
“And I came here to fuck you.”
Wesley swallowed. “Really?” Faith could see the tough man facade fall into place. “And what makes you think I'm going to go along with that?”
“What makes you think you've got a choice?” She thought she saw Wes relax and almost smile, but then it was gone.
“So, what then?” he asked as he walked to the window. “Murder wasn't enough?” He looked out at the car. “Had to add grand theft auto...” he turned back to her and locked eyes, “... and sexual assault?”
She could tell he was goading her. It was as if... yes. He wanted her to fuck him up, to take control. She stepped closer. “On your knees, Wesley.”
He remained standing, and she backhanded him so fast he fell against the window. “I don't like repeating myself, bitch. On. Your. Knees.”
He complied, rubbing his jaw.
“Oh, did that hurt?” she cooed as she nudged her boot between his knees. “Spread 'em, baby.”
Wes shifted.
“Last time we were alone you got pretty fucked up, Wes. You want more of the same or --”
“Yes, please,” he whispered.
Faith froze for a second, then grabbed his chin forcing him to look at her. “Yes? Please?”
He nodded.
“Like your sex a little rough, huh?”
“Yesssss,” he hissed. “I want .... Like before ... But finish it this time.”
She released him and stepped away. “Fuck, Wes. Last time the ending was you dead.”
Wes sat back on his heels, defeated. “I'm sorry. It's just--”
“Just what?” She tried looking inside him and was scared at what looked back. So much pain. So much want. “You want me to kill you?”
“No. No, not kill...”
“What then? You said finish it.”
“Use me,” he whispered. “Use me and then leave me.”
“Jesus.” Faith paced the room, trying to process this new wrinkle. She wasn't the same girl who'd tortured him years ago. And even then the torture hadn't been about getting herself off. “I don't know if I can, Wes. I don't ... hell, I don't even have any of the right stuff.”
“Surely, you can improvise. I can tell you what I've done to myself, show you my tools.”
His sarcasm nearly got him smacked again when she realized what he'd said. “Your tools?” This was too much.
“Yes.” Wesley stood and grabbed a police baton off the wall. “Blunt,” he said, handing it to her. She admired the weight of it in her hand and spun it a few times, grinning when she saw the pleased look on his face.
“Sharp,” he said as he opened a drawer, removing a set of throwing knives. “Perfectly balanced.”
Faith followed as Wesley walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer. “Cold.” He slapped an ice-cold glass dildo into her hand. “Can also be used for hot if you wish to boil it. Although, I usually choose candles for that.”
“What about loud?”
“The bedroom has been sound proofed.”
“Of course,” she muttered. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She'd come for a simple fuck. “Fine, then. Let's get started.”
Wes led the way, and Faith tried to sort out things in her head. She would do this, but it would be on her terms. She just wasn't sure what those terms would be.
***
Wesley's bedroom was a perfectly normal room. King-size bed, night tables, dresser, closet. Nothing unusual. He watched as Faith took inventory and waited for her instructions. “Shoes off. Untuck your shirt and get on the bed,” she finally said.
He stretched out in the middle of the bed while Faith opened the closet door. She pulled out a couple of his ties. “These'll do, I guess.” She turned to him. “Arms over your head.”
Wes noticed that her eyes had gone cold, flat, just like he remembered. He felt himself get hard, even though she was still fully dressed and had yet to touch him. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his chest. The seam of her jeans rubbed his nipples through his shirt as she leaned over to bind his arms to the headboard. He moaned. Lovely friction. She slid back and looked down at him. “You're not supposed to be enjoying yourself, remember? This is about me.” Thwack. She backhanded him again. He was fully erect now, his cock pulsing against the rough denim of his jeans.
Faith reached back and tightly squeezed his balls through the denim. “Don't even think about coming or I'll cut it.” He jerked against his jeans and felt the fabric dampen.
Faith slid still further back to straddle his hips and rubbed herself against his cock. “Mmm,” she moaned. “Almost as big as I'd hoped.” She took one of the throwing knives from the box and popped the bottom two buttons from Wesley's shirt. Then she threw the knife so that it landed in the wall just above Wesley's head. She felt his hips thrust beneath her in response.
“Uh uh,” she grabbed another knife and held it to his now bared stomach. “You don't move, bitch.” He held still as she scratched his skin with the tip of the knife until she reached another button. A flick and a toss, and another button was gone and another knife was in the wall. She repeated this with the last two buttons until his shirt was wide open. With the last knife, she traced a line around each nipple, just barely breaking the skin. Tiny beads of blood surfaced as she pressed the cuts with the flat of the blade.
“You bleed so pretty for me, Wesley.” She smiled, and he sighed and felt his balls draw up tight.
Don't come, don't come, don't come, he chanted in his head and closed his eyes.
“Look at me, baby. You don't get to look away. You asked for this, you watch this.” Faith slapped him hard, and he opened his eyes as wide as he could. He was panting so hard and so fast that the room was spinning.
“Easy,” he heard Faith’s voice through the swirl. “Easy, Wes. Deep, slow breaths. Don't want you passin' out on me. At least not yet”
Faith slid off of him and climbed off the bed. As she pulled her shirt over her head, Wesley gasped. She was so beautiful. When she unbuttoned her jeans and reached for her zipper, he came.
Faith smiled as Wesley groaned and closed his eyes. “I'm sorry,” he whispered. “Please don't hurt me.”
“Don't hurt you? That's what this is all about, Wes. How can I not hurt you when you came without permission?”
He saw that she was now completely undressed and holding the police baton by its handle. He wanted to move away but knew the effort was pointless. Even if he wasn't bound, she was stronger, faster. She'd catch him and it would only be worse then. He forced himself to relax.
Faith straddled Wes's waist again. She held the baton in front of her and placed the end at his lips. “Suck it, baby. Suck it like it's my cock and you wanna make me come like you just did.”
Wesley swallowed hard and closed his eyes as he opened his mouth. “Eyes open!” She pulled the baton away and whacked both his arms with it before putting it back to his mouth. “Suck it good and look at me while you do.”
Wes opened his mouth again, and she slid the baton in just past the tip. He ran his tongue around and moved his head to let it slide deeper. “You want more, baby?” Faith jammed the baton to the back of his throat. Just as Wes started to gag, she slid it back out again and then in and out, in and out. She fucked his mouth for a few minutes before stopping, the baton just between his lips. “I think it's time I had a little bit of fun, too.” Faith pulled the baton from his mouth and slid the handle inside her, thrusting forward and pushing into his mouth again. Faith jerked her hips back and forth, fucking Wesley's face with the baton. “That's it, baby.” She reached down and rubbed her clit with one hand. When she came, Wesley felt her gush over his chest, and he came in his pants again.
Faith lifted off the baton and pulled it out of Wesley's mouth. “You did it again, Wesley, baby. How am I supposed to punish you now?”
“I d-d-don't know,” he cried. “P-p-please. Don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want.”
“Anything?” her smile a wicked twist of her lips.
Wesley swallowed and nodded.
“Alright. Let's see if your tongue's as sharp as those knives. Eat me out, bitch.” Faith slid up the bed and sat down on Wesley's face so hard he could barely breath. He thrust his tongue deep inside her and felt her still twitching from her recent orgasm. She tasted sweet, fresh, wonderful. She moved on his face, forcing him to lick her from her clit to her ass. He did so with pleasure. Soft flicks at her clit, hard thrusts inside her. He feared he'd rub her raw with his rough face, but she seemed to like it. At one point, she slid back to rub her clit against the point of his chin, thighs squeezing tight against him. It had to hurt, but the way she threw her head back and screamed every time she came, he guessed maybe she liked a little bit of pain too.
As Wesley's jaw tired and his enthusiasm slowed, Faith slid back and looked down at him. “That was very good, Wesley. I think you deserve a reward now.”
Wes perked up at the thought. What she might do, he didn't know, but he was happy for anything. He didn't expect his reward to be her sliding the ice-cold dildo inside herself and turning around to sit on his chest to face his feet. He could feel the cold between his nipples as she rested on him and reached down to unfasten his pants. He was rock hard again, but after the last two times, he was determined not to come without permission.
“Nice and big and hard for me.” Baby talk again as she pushed down his pants. When she leaned over and licked his cock, Wes thought maybe he wouldn't be able to wait after all. He twitched against her lips as she licked along the length of him and squeezed his balls.
But then she let go and slid forward, her cold pussy resting on his balls, his cock sliding along the cleft of her ass. She reached out and removed his jeans completely. Wesley stared at her perfect ass. He wanted desperately to be cut loose so that he could grab her waist and shift her back to fuck her.
With Wesley's pants off, Faith spread his legs and shoved a saliva-covered finger inside him. Wes arched up against her as she crooked her finger forward and said, “Come for me, baby. Shoot all over my ass.” And he did.
As he lay there catching his breath, Faith lifted up and removed the dildo from her wet cunt and coated it with his come. Then moved between his legs and looked up at him. “Lift up, Wes.” He bent his knees and lifted up and she shoved the glass cock inside of him. He screamed and she smiled, “Mmm... loud. Scream again for me, baby?” She grabbed the base of the cock and turned it ninety degrees. And he screamed louder. “Nice.”
Faith crawled off the bed. “You just stay there for a minute, baby. Relax. I'll be back. We're almost done. All that's left is hot.”
Faith left the room and Wesley let himself sink into the bed. This was exactly what he'd wanted.
***
Faith stood outside the bedroom door and tried to get herself back together. She was enjoying her work far too much. When she'd fucked his mouth, she'd wanted to reach down and choke him. She'd wanted to dig her nails into his balls until he bled. She'd wanted to hurt him. But she didn't, not really. What she really wanted to do was ride him hard and come a few more times before getting the fuck out of here. She’d taken the opportunity to find something “hot” to calm down.
Wes had mentioned candles. That sounded perfect. Something she'd done before -- familiar territory -- and something she herself liked. She walked into the dining room and saw some plain white tapers on the table. “Perfect.” She found matches next to the stove and took everything back to the bedroom.
Wesley looked over as she walked in the door. He blinked and relaxed when he saw the candles. She smiled, knowing he'd been worried that she might have found something worse. “How's my boy?”
“F-f-fine.”
Faith noticed Wesley's breath get shallow as she crawled up on the bed to kneel between his legs again. She smiled at the nice scream he made when she turned the cock in his ass. “Like that, baby?” She leaned over and took his cock deep in her throat as she turned the dildo again. She hummed and squeezed his balls with her other hand while she slid the dildo in and out a few times and then slammed it in all the way and turned it one last time.
“Faaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiith!”
“Yes, Wesley?” She was holding the base of his cock tight, not letting him come despite his body's need.
Wesley gasped and scrunched his eyes tight, his hips twitching. “Look at me, Wes.”
He opened his eyes and looked at her. Faith let go of his cock and held his hips as she laid herself on top of him, rubbing her clit against his tip. “Don't come,” she whispered as she thrust herself against him a few times before she flooded him with her wetness, her body shaking against him. “Nice and wet for me now,” she said as she sat up and slid down onto his cock, letting him stretch her open. “So nice and wet. Good boy.”
Faith leaned over and kissed Wesley for the first time as she reached for a candle and the matches. She bit his bottom lip and tugged. “You get your hot and I get what I came for.” She sat back and lit the candle and then began to ride him hard as she dripped hot wax over her nipples. Wes gasped and thrust up against her when she dripped a bit on him before moving the candle back to herself. She let it run down her stomach and into her navel and then she leaned back so her shoulders were practically touching Wesley's knees and she dripped the wax along the top of her pussy, letting it burn her clit and lips and the base of Wes's cock.
Faith sat up and reached behind her to the dildo in Wesley's ass. “You ready to come for me, baby?”
Wes nodded, frantic for release. “Please,” he cried. She lifted up as she slid the cock out of him and then slammed down onto him and into him at once. “Fuck! Now, baby. Come for me now!” she screamed as she came hard around Wesley's cock. She felt him twitch inside her as she pulsed all around him. Faith pinched out the flame on the lit candle and threw it on the floor before collapsing on top of Wes.
They lay there silent and motionless until Faith reached above him, pulled a knife from the wall, and cut him loose. Wesley wrapped his arms around her and held her as her body began to shake. She didn't make a sound and no tears fell from her eyes, but he knew this was the closest she came to crying. Wesley just held her. When the shaking quieted, he rolled them over, placing her on the bed. He pulled the covers up over her, and she heard him say “Thank you.” A kiss brushed her forehead just before she slept.
The End.
Authors note: I've never written this pairing before and I feel like it shows. My beta's and I all agree that the motivation on Wesley's part could be better explained. I feel like even for a PWP the characterization could be better. I'd like to come back to this in the future and improve this piece. But ficathons have due dates and sometimes those demands mean not being able to get things as perfect as one would like. I hope you all enjoyed this anyway.