Payback's Bitch
Title: Payback's Bitch
Authors: Cathie (
catscorner) and blndswdsmn
Fandom: BtVS Season 3
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander/Willow
Rating: Adult Rated, PWP, the B&D scenario being 'played out' by consenting almost-adults involves elements of non-con
Characters: Not ours - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments
Summary: After being betrayed by her boyfriend with his best friend, Cordelia is angry at humiliated, not just with him, but with the mousy redhead that had the nerve to try and take him! To make it up to her, Xander and Willow agree to be her slaves, but neither of them could expect just what punishments Cordelia has in her mind...
Cordelia browsed through the new arrivals rack at Nordstrom’s, fingering a chartreuse print chiffon halter before letting it drop back to hang limply with ten others exactly like it. Unconsciously, her hand slid over her t-shirt where an angry pink wound marred her otherwise perfect abdomen. It had been more than two weeks since she’d been out of the hospital and Daddy had promised to get her the best plastic surgeon to take care of the scar as soon as it was completely healed, but still, Cordelia couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever feel comfortable in a bikini or midriff baring top again.
Brows furrowed and hazel eyes darkened as her private session of retail therapy only served to surface new reasons to hate Xander and Willow for what they’d done to her. Frustrated and without a single shopping bag on her arm, Cordelia stormed out of the mall.
Jaw set firmly, Cordy stalked into the parking structure. The security alarm of her red convertible chirped as she breezed past the Queen C vanity plate and slumped into the bucket seat behind the wheel. Not only had he embarrassed her in front of the entire school, but he’d ruined one of the greatest joys in life. Shopping. And to make matters worse, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Fucker.
In the turmoil of her thoughts, the curse punctuated her rage but did little to ease her frustration. Who was Xander to have this kind of affect on her? He was just a dorky guy that had been chasing her for their entire sophomore year. And Willow! Even dorkier. The fact that they were groping each other right there in the open basement on that dirty table – it just burned her up. They were so into each other they didn’t even notice that she was watching… too stunned to move or breath.
Something dangerous fluttered in the darkest regions of her being as the car engine revved and the vibrations coursed through her body. Clenching her thighs, Cordy gripped the steering wheel and closed her eyes, surrendering to the scene that played over and over in her mind as it had so many times before.
When she was home alone in her bedroom, the brunette teen flung herself onto her bed, her pulse already quickening with anticipation as her fingers slipped under her skirt, maneuvering with ease beneath the damp silk of her panties to find the spot that desperately needed her attention. Arching her back, her breaths grew ragged as she writhed against her touch and when her free hand plucked at her pebbled nipples through her blouse, a soft moan passed her lips.
Xander was barely hanging on for dear life from the gutter outside Cordy's window. Her parents had rebuffed his every attempt to see her, even when he damn well knew she was inside. Rejected all of his calls, sent him away when he could even hear her chatting away on the phone upstairs, her voice echoing in the halls.
Well, he wasn't about to take that lying down! In his mind, this was much more romantic. Much more impressive. He'd scale the gutter like Robin Hood, and shove her window open, take her in his arms and tell her he was sorry. And then they'd make out. There was a lot more sweating involved on the gutter end of things than he'd anticipated, though. And more mud. And he was relatively sure a bird had crapped on him halfway up. That, and once he was halfway up, he was too scared to look back down. And Cordy's window was locked. Of course. He tried to peer inside, and he saw her on her bed doing..."Naw," he whispered to himself.
The gutter shifted and he could just imagine the screws coming loose, and he began tapping insistently on the window, saying quickly, "Lemme in, lemme in!"
Sucking in a startled breath, Cordelia’s hand snapped back and she jerked upright. In a flash, she scrambled off the bed to stare at the window. “Jesus! Xander?!” making sure her skirt and top were in place, she moved to the sill and unlocked the window, lifting it up with a sharp jerk. “What the hell are you doing! Get off my house!”
"I'm not Spider-Man!" He protested loudly. "If I get off your house, I die! I don't wanna die, Cordy. I still haven't seen Blade Runner in a movie theater." When he saw she was still standing there, unmoving, the gutter shifted under him again, and he held tightly to it, his hands in a death grip. "Help me!"
“You are such a moron,” Cordy gave an exasperated sigh as she reached out and hauled him inside as best she could until he spilled onto her floor in a heap. “God Xander! You’re a mess and you’re ruining my carpet and what is that on your shoulder! Gross!” she wrinkled her nose in disgust.
Xander took a minute to lay at Cordy's feet and kiss the floor for being something solid and not life-threatening. Then, remembering why he was here, he pushed himself to his feet and stood straight, chest pushed out. "Milady," he said, deepening his voice. When Cordy fixed him with that glare, he instantly deflated. "I was tryin' to be romantic," he protested. "You know. If I could find a rope with a grappling hook, I'd have swung in with a rose clenched between my teeth." He sniffed, and noticed a bad smell coming from his right, and the splotch of white on his shoulder. He cleared his throat and turned that shoulder away from Cordy, and he leaned his elbow against the wall near the window. "So...'sup?"
Cordy folded her arms across her chest and stood hipshot. She would not crack a smile at his antics. She would not let him know how much she missed that goofy smile he had plastered on his face. She would not give an inch. “How about a rope with a noose at the end of it.”
"Aw, come on," he protested. "I'm sorry! How can I tell you I'm sorry when you won't even let me talk to you? Look, it was an accident. Not...y'know, an accident accident, like, her turning light was broken and I didn't see her at the intersection. But...it didn't mean anything, Cordy. It was stupid, and bad, and we both regret it and it'll never happen again. What do I have to do to make it up to you? Fight the Rancor? I'll dive in the Rancor pit. Show me one, and in I'll go."
“What the hell is a rancor pit?” She started then shook her head when she realized he was sucking her in. “Nevermind. I don’t care! You don’t get it… you don’t get another chance with me. You blew it, Xander…” she dropped her hands and shifted her weight which was a huge mistake because she could feel the slick heat between her legs. Unfinished… still wanting. Needing. Dammit!
She drew in a controlled breath and didn’t look at him. “You need to go…”
"Cordy, come on," he said, and stepped closer. He glanced at the mess on his shoulder and his dirty hands and took a deep breath. "So I coulda done this better, I know. Next time, I'll be all 007 with it and fly in with a jetpack and tuxedo." He reached out to touch her arm when he realized how dirty his hand still was and just hovered over her expensive top. He pulled his hand back in. "I really like you. Just...tell me what I can do."
Cordelia looked down at his hand, the venom in her gaze slowly melting away. When she lifted her eyes to meet his, she pursed her lips tightly, desperately trying to hold onto the anger she felt… but those big puppy dog eyes looking all pitiful. “God. You are pathetic.” She held his gaze for a beat before her expression suddenly broke into something entirely different. Entirely sublime.
“You know what you can do? You can be my slave. You can do my every bidding…” her eyes lit as the idea blossomed and she walked around him as if sizing him up for the job. “You can paint my toenails and carry my books and do my homework. Wait, no, you’re an idiot. You can get Willow to do my homework. Yeah. You want a chance to get me back? You both have to make it up to me. Willow has to be my slave too.” She rounded on Xander meeting him nose to nose. “Got it?”
"A slave? I think Mr. Abraham Lincoln might have something to say to that." When Cordy's expression held him in place, Xander let out a deep breath. He could smell her expensive perfume, this close to him, and God, she was beautiful. "All right," he said suddenly. "All right, look. I'll...be your slave. I'll talk to Willow about it. She's so smart, a little extra homework won't make a difference. How long are we your slaves?"
“Until I say so,” her tone and stance brooked no room for argument, but she arched a brow and dared him to try.
Xander met those sharp, demanding eyes for a minute and tried to protest, but he was afraid of having to go back out that window again. "Fine," he said resignedly. "Whatever you want, Cordy." He pursed his lips thoughtfully at her then. "What, uh...what were you doing in here before I knocked on the window?"
“Shut up, slave!” she snapped, hazel eyes snapping wide. She spun quickly and stabbed a finger at the door before he could see the heated flush rise from her neck to her stain her cheeks. “Now get out. You and Willow can come over here after school. I have a Civil War paper she can write and you can give me a pedicure.”
Xander swallowed at the sudden sternness in her voice, and the way she addressed him. He wasn't sure he liked it. But then...he wasn't sure he disliked it either. "Um...yes, ma'am." He paused at the window, and saluted her, then felt instantly stupid for it. He turned to leave. "Um...we gonna go see that movie later, or is that off?" At her glare, Xander held up his hands. "I'll just...talk to Willow , yeah."
Once he was gone, Cordelia flopped back onto the bed, her dark mane of hair fanning out over her pillow. Staring at the ceiling, her lips twisted into a wicked smile.
* * *
Xander headed straight to Willow's house from Cordy's. Well, he stopped off at his place long enough to change the shirt and wash the gunk off his hands. He hoped Cordy's slave duties didn't include cleaning the gutters. He wasn't sure how long ago that had been done.
He knocked on Willow's door until he was sure somebody would kill him if he didn't stop immediately. He wasn't sure exactly how he was going to get Willow to agree to this, but he knew it was his only shot. He nervously started knocking again.
At her mother’s call that someone was at the door, Willow bounded down the stairs. “Hey Xan!” she greeted her friend as she pulled the door open. “What’s shakin’?” she added trying to sound casual.
Of course Ira and Sheila Rosenberg had no clue that anything had happened between her and Xander and Willow was pretty sure her mother believed the story about why Oz hadn’t been around. It was true, mostly. He really had gone off to do some out of town gigs with the Dingoes – they didn’t need to know that he’d left town to get away from her and her lying cheating ways. Her mother would psychoanalyze her to death and that was the last thing Willow needed.
"We gotta talk, Wils," he said quickly, sweeping in. He spun on his heels to look at her, and fix her with a smile. "I need you to do a big, big, Godzilla-size favor for me. And I don't mean American Godzilla favor. I mean, great big man in rubber suit stomping mountains flat Godzilla."
“I told you I’m not taking your algebra test for you,” she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “But I’ll help you study. I’ll even let you use my test from last year which is probably exactly the same as what you’re going to get… Mr. Pudwell is totally unoriginal when it comes to quadratic--”
"No, no, not that. I've accepted my role as Mr. Pudwell's bitch." Xander paused, and his face screwed up in distaste. "Man, that did not come out right." He shook his head and tried to regain his lost momentum. "I talked to Cordy. She said she'd take me back." He swallowed and smiled. "If we'd be her slaves." He gestured with his hands weakly, holding his smile. "Ta-daaa."
Willow stared, taking a moment to process what Xander had just said because she was sure she didn’t hear him right. “What? Are you kidding me? Who does that?” She shook her head. “Cordelia Chase. That’s who,” she answered her own rhetorical question. “You’re not seriously going to do it. And what do you men WE?!” she belatedly asked as her eyebrows shot into her hairline.
"She said both of us," Xander replied. "Look, it's not gonna be any big deal. I mean, she can't resist me. You just do a little extra homework, I just demean myself a little more than usual--and who thought that was possible--and we're in the clear." Xander shrugged, hopeful eyes on Willow . "I like her, Wil. I wanna try and get things right again."
Willow couldn’t believe she was even considering it, but she never had been able to resist Xander either – which is, of course, what got them into this mess in the first place. And if Cordy actually were to take him back, maybe when Oz got back he would see that it’s possible to forgive and forget and he would take her back too.
“Just a little extra homework?” she chewed her bottom lip. “For how long?”
"Well, you know, there's just this timeline thing," he replied lamely. "Not long, really. She said tomorrow you...we could work on her Civil War paper. And I could give her a pedicure, so tomorrow there'll be that. Not bad at all, really. I mean, I'm her boyfriend, she'll be hardest on me, she probably just wanted the help on the paper. Didn't want to ask you directly and let you know how much smarter you were, and all, that's all it is, I'm sure." He idly wondered if she could physically see him squirming.
“You’re squirming,” she folded her arms across her chest and eyed him suspiciously.
"With...positive thought," he replied firmly and forced himself to meet her eyes. He smiled again. "Please?"
Willow released an exaggerated sigh and rolled her eyes. “Oh all right. I can’t believe you let her treat you like this!” She shook her head. “I totally do not understand what you get out of that relationship…” she paused and her eyes narrowed slightly. “Did you guys ever… uhm… you know…” she made an awkward jerky movement with her hips, blushing at her lame attempt to pantomime sex.
Xander's mouth dropped open at the display, and it took him a second to recover. "Wait, wait. Do that again. Where's a camera, Buffy's gotta see that." At Willow 's look, he held up his hands. "No! We didn't. Not that I don't...wanna, I mean...she's Cordy. She's the hottest girl on two legs on the West Coast next to Lynda Carter."
Willow’s brows drew together in a pained expression and her gaze dropped to her feet. Of course she knew Cordy was way hotter than her. Pretty much every girl in the school was way hotter than her. But to hear Xander just come right out and say it like that stung.
“Right. Okay…” the redhead gave a dull nod. “I guess this whole slave thing will help get you in her pants. Mission accomplished. Yay for you.”
"Hey," Xander said, suddenly feeling like a complete tool. "I mean...if things are cool with Cordy when Oz gets back, then maybe he'll figure out it wasn't such a big deal." He lightly pinched her arm. "Then yay for us. We will be officially made of win, right?"
With effort, Willow swallowed around the hard lump in her throat and managed to look up with something of a smile. “Right. Exactly. Yay for us!” She totally loved Oz and wanted him to be her first. Not Xander. Definitely not Xander. She was so over him. Her lip quivered uncertainly, but she took a breath to cover it.
“Okay. Well. Big day tomorrow. See you at school.” Willow gave a little wave before she fled up the stairs to her room.
Xander rubbed the back of his neck as he watched Willow run up the stairs to his room and got the distinct feeling he'd just screwed something up. "Yep. Officially made of win, you ridiculous goober," he muttered to himself as he went for the door to let himself out.
* * *
His tacit hope and promise that they'd just be slaves for a day proved to be entirely without merit. Willow had scribed a Civil War paper while he did a pedicure, and he didn't have a clue how to do one. Which Cordy reminded him of.
Again and again.
He finally got it right somewhere around the fifth time, and she let him leave. During school, he'd run and get her a snack, bring her a cappuccino first thing in the morning. And Willow dutifully did homework and papers after school. Even so, Xander couldn't help but think this was getting to be worthwhile. Cordy held his hand at lunch one day, and another day in the library while they were researching on some demon that Buffy inevitably decapitated, she even sat next to him. Everything was going according to plan.
He just needed to figure out what, exactly, that plan was.
Like any other day after school, he headed straight to Cordy's with Willow , prepared to conduct another afternoon of servitude. He'd get drinks and food, Willow would work. Cordy would sigh contentedly and talk on the phone, as usual. But he could tell, from the way she was looking at him again, that he'd almost worked his way out of the pit.
As each day went by, Cordelia watched Xander and Willow interact with increasing contempt. It killed her how comfortable they were with each other. They didn’t even realize they finished each other’s sentences and sometimes they didn’t have to say anything at all and they could just shoot these cute looks at each other to communicate. It was infuriating!
And to make matters worse, there was obviously this sexual tension that still existed between the two of them. Cordy knew the score. They both wanted what they couldn’t have. But the most popular girl at Sunnydale High wasn’t about to set herself up to be humiliated again. So she hatched a sure fire plan that would ensure Xander and Willow wouldn’t be tempted to touch each other behind her back ever again.
When she heard them coming up the walk, Cordelia checked herself in the mirror one last time. Bright red lips curled into a wicked smile. Perfect. Her parents were out of town for the weekend so she left a note on the door telling her slaves to come up to her room.
Xander pulled the note taped on the door, and found it addressed to "Slaves" in Cordy's neat handwriting. He rolled his eyes and read. "She's upstairs," he said, and pushed the door open.
The pair climbed the stairs up to Cordy's room, and he knocked. When he heard the reply, he turned the knob and the door swung open. "So, what can we do for you todaaaayyyy--" the sentence died off in his throat as it closed on him.
Cordy stood in the middle of the room, dressed all in black, her torso barely covered by a tight leather bodice that laced up the front, leaving little to the imagination. Black silk panties barely covered her bottom, and a pair of fishnet stockings sheathed her perfect, tanned legs and were attached to a black garter belt. Wicked-looking pointy-toed black stilettos covered her feet, polished to a high sheen, and she held a crop in her hand, swishing it idly. Her long, dark hair was wild and untamed, and her make-up darker than normal, but still perfectly applied, her red lips twisting in a wicked grin. Xander had never been so scared and simultaneously aroused in his life.
Well, at least not when the threat of death wasn't present like it usually was in Sunnydale.
Stumbling into Xander’s back when he stopped unexpectedly in the doorway, Willow peered around his larger frame. When Cordy came into view, her mouth dropped open and she stared, eyes practically bugging out of her head. “Wow… Uhm… is it Halloween or something?”
“Shut up, Slave,” Cordy cracked the crop in her palm for emphasis. “You will both address me as Mistress Cordelia. You will do exactly what I say and you will only speak when spoken to. Now get in here and shut the door.”
"Uh..." Xander moved into the room, Willow right behind him. He shut the door behind them, and looked at Cordelia. "Um...'Mistress' Cordelia, you wouldn't happen to have been...possessed by anything, lately? A demon or spirit or one too many viewing of Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS?" His eyes roved over her body of their own volition again, and his mouth was suddenly dry.
Seeing the look of pure lust in Xander’s eyes sent a thrill through Cordelia and she forgot that he wasn’t supposed to talk unless she told him to. “Let me explain …” the brunette sauntered past them, hips rocking with each slow step. She knew she looked totally hot, so it was easy to fall into the role of seductress.
Mouth agape, Willow stared at Cordelia as she passed in front of them. She knew she should look away, but she couldn’t. The outfit clung to all her curves and there was cleavage. Lots of cleavage. She hadn’t ever really seen anything like this up close in real life before. Cordy looked just like something right out of an erotic magazine – not that Willow looked at porn. Well, maybe she’d peeked at the magazines Xander hid under his bed once or twice… just out of curiosity.
“You humiliated me,” Cordy continued. “Both of you…” she shifted her gaze to Willow and was a little disarmed to see the redhead staring at her with that same glazed over lusty look in her eye that Xander was sporting. “So to make all this right again, you need to be humiliated in return. You get me?”
"I..." Xander closed his mouth and shook his head. He took a deep breath trying to contain himself, and remembered a lesson he'd learned in eighth grade when this problem happened and you didn't want the class to notice. He put his hands in his pockets and shifted, hoping neither of the girls would see the situation arising there. "Listen, Cordy, I think we're both really, really sorry. I mean..." he glanced at Willow , and cocked an eyebrow at the way she was staring at Cordy, too. "What are you gonna have us do?"
“Anything I tell you to do,” she answered simply. “And if you want me to be comfortable with the two of you being friends, you’ll do it.”
Willow let out an audible “eeep!”
“You have a problem with that?” Cordelia shot an accusatory look at the skittish redhead. “You didn’t have a problem with him putting his hands all over you before.”
“B-but… Cordy!” Willow protested. “You’re… you’re just trying to scare us, right? Okay. So… you got me,” she let out an anxious laugh. “Scared here! Not to mention freaked out.”
“I’m not trying to scare you,” Cordy answered, closing the distance on Willow until she was right in her face. “I’m trying to get over the fact that you screwed around with Xander. If you don’t want to help with that, you can just get out. Now.”
Willow shrunk away, backing against the closed door. “No,” she answered with a shake of her head. “I mean yes. I want you to get over that. It’s not going to happen again. I swear!”
Cordy gave a satisfied nod. “Damn straight… after I’m done with you, it won’t.”
Two quick steps and she was as close as she could get to Xander without touching him. “Take your hands out of your pockets, Slave.”
Xander did as she told him to do right away without thinking. The tone of her voice brooked no argument. Once he did, he became painfully aware of just how tight his jeans felt at that moment and what he was showing. He turned red and looked up at the ceiling. "Think of baseball," he said quietly to himself, trying to get rid of the erection. "Think of baseball, think of baseball."
Cordy smirked and her eyes fell brazenly to the bulge in his jeans. Let the humiliation begin! Spinning on her toe, she made a show of her slow walk over to the dresser where she had various items laid out. She picked up four silk scarves and turned back to Xander, placing them carefully in his hand.
“Tie her up,” she jerked her head toward Willow who stood against the door where she’d already secured anchors for her hands and feet.
“What?!” Willow ’s eyes went wide as she followed Cordy’s gaze to see the brass hook things in the door – two up high and two down by her feet. Shifting her gaze to Xander, she shook her head. “Xander… no… this is… it’s just--”
“Call him Master,” Cordy ordered. “And do it or the deal’s off.”
Willow looked back to Cordy and all coherent thought flew out of her brain as her eyes automatically fixed on bulging breasts that looked like they might just pop right out of the tight leather that held them in place. If she just bent over... “Okay,” she said, not even sure she’d said it out loud or if it was just in her head. She looked at Xander and swallowed hard. God he looked so hot standing there breaking out in a sweat with his muscles all flexing, “…Master.”
Xander swallowed at that, his eyes wide as saucers. He looked at Cordelia, in her outfit, stern and imperious. And then Willow, looking quiet and innocent and cute as always. He cleared his throat, and let out a slow, deep breath. He looked at Cordy again, and when she gestured at Willow with the crop he started forward. His eyes moved along the hooks, and he was chewing on his bottom lip. "Okay," he said, his voice a nervous croak. "Um..." He took her left hand in his and gently raised it up the corresponding hook, and began to tie her wrist to it with the scarf.
Willow didn’t resist and was struck by how her whole body was suddenly on fire with nervous anticipation. As Xander worked the tie, his face was close to hers and she whispered, “It’s okay, Xan. Just play along. We’re almost there… Mission accomplished… yay for us!”
"Yaaaay," he replied weakly, his hands shaking. He thought he'd never get the tie done, and then he moved on to the other. Before long, he had Willow spread out on the door according to Cordy's design, and his hands were still shaking as he looked at her, bound there. His eyes moved from Cordy's sexy body, back to Willow 's, and any thoughts of baseball flew swiftly from his skull.
This...was awesome.
Cordelia made a show of surveying Xander’s handy work, smacking the riding crop in her palm as she looked over the knots to make sure Willow was secure. “Take off your shirt,” she ordered impulsively as she moved back over to her dresser and picked up a stiff feather. “And then open hers…”
Willow’s eyes went wide as she looked down at what she was wearing. An orange fuzzy cropped sweater with big buttons all up the front and a plaid skirt with high top Converse sneakers. But was she wearing matching bra and underwear? Was she wearing granny panties? She swallowed. She couldn’t remember. Oh God. She couldn’t even believe she was thinking about being in her underwear in front of Xander! Well, that wasn’t true. She’d actually been thinking about that since she was about twelve, but she never ever thought she’d be in the position to actually do it!
Xander took a long, deep breath again, embarrassed at the notion of being shirtless in front of both girls. Again, Cordy’s tone left little room for argument and he stripped off his t-shirt. He glanced at Willow, and then back at Cordy, hesitating. "Um...Yes, Mistress," he said, using the title she'd decided she wanted. He went over to Willow , and looked in her eyes as his fingers found her top button. He whispered to her, "You okay?"
Willow chewed her bottom lip but she nodded. “Yes Master…” she lowered her voice and whispered, “I have butterflies! And if you ever tell anyone about this I’ll die.”
“No whispering!” Cordy gave Xander a sharp whack across his back with the crop. God but he had a nice back. All broad and with the rippling muscles. She smiled. It was all hers… “Hurry it up.”
Xander jumped at the stinging crop. "Ow!" He rolled his shoulders, and was surprised to discover the sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant. He looked at Willow and grinned, then winked at her so she knew she could trust him. His shaky fingers started working at her buttons again, until the redhead's sweater was loosed and opened and...there she was.
A simple bra cupped her modest but cute bosom, her skin white as porcelain, dusted with freckles. He'd had no idea she was that beautiful under...well, under her clothes. His eyes soaked in her every curve, and trailed up to her face, and his tongue brushed against his lips nervously.
Eyes wide, Willow trembled and sucked in a sharp breath as cool air hit her exposed abdomen. Nipples instantly pebbled beneath the thin cotton stretched taut over her heaving breasts as her breath quickened and her pulse kicked up several notches.
Moving up behind Xander, Cordelia’s hands slid over his shoulders, tracing the contours of his biceps as she peered around him to have a look at the timid little bookworm. “What’s the matter Willow? Not so bold now, are you?” Cordy’s teasing tone abruptly shifted to one of demand as she shoved Xander forward. “Touch her. Make her beg for it, Slave.”
Xander stumbled forward, his breath hitching in his throat. He had no idea Willow was so...girly underneath her clothes! He scratched at his chin and closed his eyes for a second to calm himself. "Um, yeah...Beg for it...slave?" He said to Willow. Without waiting for it, he nervously reached out with one hand and touched her. First her stomach, the safest part of her.
Willow's pale skin was warm to the touch, and he laid his palm on her. "Like this, Cordy?" He winced and said quickly. "Mistress! Like this, Mistress?" His hand continued moving up as if it had a mind of his own, and suddenly he was touching her left breast, feeling the soft globe of her through the bra. Something hard poked his palm, and he realized it was her nipple! With a squeak, Xander's eyes opened wide as he stared at his hand locked on her breast. He couldn't move. Of course, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to at this point.
Like a deer in the headlights, Willow’s eyes locked on Xander’s and she didn’t move. She couldn’t move. Not one millimeter. She couldn’t even breathe because if she took a breath, her chest would move and would press against his hand and oh god! Xander’s hand was on her boob!
Swallowing, Willow’s gaze shifted to Cordy. Big mistake. The brunette was staring at her too with this predatory look in her eyes that sent a jolt of arousal right to her groin. Hey! That wasn’t supposed to happen. She gulped. “Cordy. Omigod, please promise you won’t tell anybody. Especially Buffy. Please!”
“Mistress! Call me mistress!” Cordelia corrected with a snap of her crop against the door next to Willow’s face.
Willow flinched and her mouth dropped open. “Mistress! Mistress Cordelia! Please don’t tell Buffy!” she begged.
“As if,” Cordy let out a light snort. “You think I’d tell anybody I let the two of you in my room? Now… as for you…” she spun so her back was against the wall next to Willow. She looked Xander up and down, letting her eyes linger on the bulge that was straining against his jeans. “I said, make her beg for it. Take her bra off.” Her eyes narrowed on him. She’d only ever let him get under her shirt a few times and only in the dark. She was curious to see how he’d deal with this and she was finding she loved being in control of them both.
Xander's eyes whipped back to Cordy, wide as saucers. With superhuman effort, he pulled his hand away from Willow, and looked at his friend. Her face was flushed, and she licked her lips, and he felt a jolt run through him. He looked from Willow's face to Cordy's, so close together. "O--okay." He swallowed hard, and trembling fingers went to her bra. He slipped his arms behind Willow, and felt for a clasp. He found nothing, and frowned. He felt around behind her some more, until her breasts were pressing against his chest. He glanced down and noticed it had a clasp in front. "Ah," he said, and turned red. With trembling fingers, he went to the clasp.
Cordy watching his every move wasn't helping his nerves any, and Willow 's breath was coming in shallow bursts. God, he hoped she wasn't going to hate him for this afterwards. He finally fumbled the clasp loose, and opened her bra, revealing Willow 's breasts, pale and soft. Twin rosy pink nipples stood at attention, and Xander was struck by how beautiful she was. "Wow," he said breathlessly.
Seeing the look on Xander’s face sent a shock of adrenaline coursing through Cordy’s veins, stirring something dark and dangerous deep in her belly. She’d done that to him. Didn’t matter that he was oogling Willow because she knew her breasts were much better and when he finally did get the privilege of seeing hers, he’d know it too.
“Wow?” Willow broke out in a nervous smile, her entire body humming with a strange mix of fear and desire. “Really? Wow?”
“Xander! Make her call you master!” Cordy snapped the crop across his bicep to remind him of his role.
“Sorry! Sorry… Master!” Willow squeaked, her cheeks flush with the sudden heat that had enveloped her.
Cordy rolled her eyes and moved behind Xander. “On your knees, Slave. Touch them. Pinch them. Do all those things that you wanted to do when you were betraying me. All those things you knew you shouldn’t,” she ground out in a husky purr. Where did that come from? Full lips twisted into a wicked smile. “Use your tongue on her. Use your teeth.” She gave him another thwack across his back for good measure.
"Ow! Jeez." He licked his lips again and looked Willow over, and swallowed. When Cordy couldn't see him, he grinned reassuringly at Willow. He sunk down to his knees as Cordy told him, and found he was just a bit too far away. Feeling like a moron, he shuffled a little closer, his head just high enough to get at her breasts. He put his hands on her hips and leaned forward. "Um...you better beg for your master, slave," he said, hoping it sounded stern enough to placate Cordy.
Gingerly, he leaned into Willow, smelling her skin. It smelled clean, like soap, and cinnamon. He kissed her between her breasts first, and then, he began to slip out his tongue tentatively. He licked first her left breast, exploring her pensively with his tongue, just waiting for her to yell at him to stop.
As much as she’d tried to mentally ready herself, nothing could prepare her for the sensation of Xander’s tongue flicking over her nipple. “Oh God!” Willow gasped and jerked against her bonds, her entire body seized with tension. “Master God. Xander. Master Xander!” she babbled helplessly.
Looking down at his big giant hazel eyes didn’t help one bit, so she jerked her head up and was met with another, very different set of hazel eyes. Her gaze fixed on Cordy’s, Willow sucked in a breath and her chest swelled against Xander’s lips.
“Beg for it.” Cordy’s demand came in a throaty growl as her hands smoothed over Xander’s muscular shoulders, urging him to continue.
Willow swallowed and she couldn’t drag her eyes away from Cordy even if she’d wanted to – which, strangely, she didn’t. Mortified, she did as she was told. “Please… Master,” her voice trembled. “More…”
The way she called him Master sent a wave of heat through him, and he remembered more of Cordy's instructions. His hand finally moved away from her hip and went up to her right breast while he licked her. He took her nipple between his thumb and index finger and pinched her, lightly at first. Cordy's hands stroked his shoulders, and just made him more aroused. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself, and then suckled Willow's nipple in his mouth while he pinched and teased her other. Tentatively, with her nipple in his mouth, he moved his teeth against the taut flesh of her nipple.
Intoxicated by Cordy watching her, Willow’s eyes dropped to half lidded as Xander did things to her body nobody had ever done before. Not even Oz! She felt so exposed. So vulnerable. So sensual. So… hot. A deep flush crept over her body as she squirmed and bit her lip. “Cordy…” she released a throaty whisper. “Enough. Oh Gods. And Goddesses. And Masters. Master!” Willow ’s muttering sharpened when Xander gave her a pinch.
Shaking her head and struggling against the bindings, Willow’s body betrayed her. With her thighs forcibly spread, each puff of air that swept beneath her skirt reminded her of the hot wetness between her legs. When teeth scraped across her gooseflesh, she let out a tormented shriek and jerked again as adrenaline surged through her body like an electric current.
Cordy smirked as she watched Willow struggle. Embarrassed. Ashamed. Humiliated. Everything she’d felt when they’d betrayed her. It was perfect. But there was something about the way the redhead kept looking at her that was disarming and a little erotic. Why was she looking at her like that? “The skirt, Slave. Take it off.”
Half-lidded eyes popped wide and Willow looked down at Xander. She wanted to tell him no, but to her horror her hips pressed into his body to urge him on. Her head spun with heady arousal and she licked her lips wantonly. “Please… Master!”
Crouching down behind Xander, Cordy’s thighs parted around his back, fishnets scraping his flesh. Crushing herself against his back, she dipped her head against his and red lips flicked across his ear. “Do it, slave.”
Xander shivered at her lips brushing his ear. Okay, this was certainly different, and certainly good. He reached up with shaky hands and undid the skirt. With trembling fingers, he fumbled with the button and the zipper until the skirt came loose and fell down around her ankles, and she wore a pair of simple pink cotton panties.
Xander frowned and cocked his head at the small damp spot on the front of her panties. Suddenly, he grinned and looked up at Willow, eyes shining. She was as hot about this as he was! He reached a hand back and touched Cordy's leg as he looked at Willow, bound and almost naked in front of them.
Utterly mortified beyond her wildest mortified dreams – and there had been plenty of those in her almost seventeen years – Willow threw her head back against the door and stared at the ceiling. She couldn’t look down at them. She just couldn’t! But then she did. And there they were. Two sets of hazel eyes looking at her. Bare chest and black leather and her practically naked! This wasn’t happening. It just wasn’t! Could they tell she was a squishy and wet between her legs? As if in answer to her question, Xander’s eyes locked on her panties and he smiled. He smiled! Shrinking away from his gaze, she tried to close her legs and twist sideways but the bindings wouldn’t allow her that much movement.
Cordy let out a laugh as Willow squirmed, her sweater and bra hung open revealing the pale expanse of her chest and perky little breasts. The brunette’s eye traveled over her critically. Even with her scar, she knew she had a much better body. There was no comparison, really. She was tan and curvy where Willow was pasty white with hips that were bony and almost boyish. She’d let Xander practice on the frumpy station wagon so he’d be ready to drive the Ferrari when she said so. Yes, this was working out nicely.
Standing up slowly, Cordy moved back to Willow’s side, leaning in close and pushing her straight red hair off her shoulder. “Oh… don’t look so nervous, Will. Isn’t this what you wanted. Xander pawing you. Turning you on. Making you hot. After this, you’ll never have to wonder what it’ll be like. Nothing like reality to crush the fantasy, right?” She flashed a wicked sneer as she turned to lean casually against the wall. Lifting her foot, she stabbed Xander’s shoulder with her stiletto heel.
“What are you waiting for? Touch her, slave,” Cordy let the crop trail up her inner thigh to draw Xander’s attention where she wanted it. On her. “Touch her like you want to touch me, but can’t.”
He looked up at Cordy, and his eyes traveled over the expanse of her gorgeous body, then it did the same for Willow's. She wasn't as curvy, or as utterly smolderingly sexy as Cordy, but there was something about her that held his attention as well. He suddenly knew he didn't know what to do with his hands. He reached out and put his hands on Willow's legs, and trailed them up, hesitating for a second at her thighs before he swallowed and continued. His hands paused again at her upper thighs, and then moved on just a bit more, and then his thumb brushed against the damp spot on the front of her panties. He saw her jump, and he was compelled to do it again, this time with both thumbs, exploring and watching wide-eyed for her every reaction, his heartbeat pounding his chest like a drum.
Breath quickening with each touch, Willow’s muscles tensed and she strained against the bonds, but she didn’t know anymore if it was to get away or get more. When she shifted an anxious gaze to Cordy, she whimpered softly as the beat of arousal pulsed relentlessly deep in her core. As Xander continued his experimental touches, she imagined Cordy’s fingers moving her panties aside, dragging a painted nail across her aching nub. “Oh God! Cordy!”
“Mistress.” Cordy’s eyes snapped from her appraisal of Xander to Willow and she was startled to see the look of need in the other girl’s eyes.
“Mistress… please…” Willow squeaked almost unintelligibly.
Cordy cocked her head and licked her lips. Curious, she stepped forward and watched as Willow’s eyes tracked over her body. It gave her a strange thrill to know she was affecting both of them. “What? Don’t talk to me. Tell your Master what you want!”
Willow looked back to Xander, green eyes dark with the heady arousal. “Master… please.” She pursed her lips, cheeks flaming with the conflicting feelings that were clawing at her. She wanted to feel his tongue stroking her, but she couldn’t say it out loud. Couldn’t possibly say that out loud. She was a good girl. But if she was a good girl, why did she want to feel Cordy’s nipples under her fingertips. What was wrong with her! That wasn’t right. “Please…” her voice trembled as she begged for more.
“Are you going to let her get away with that, slave? Make her do what you want.” Cordelia’s eyes lit on Xander. The idea of him taking control was intoxicating.
Xander looked at Cordy's eyes, at the stern gaze she held on him, and it sent another shiver through him. He turned back towards Willow and looked down, shutting his eyes. After a minute of thinking along the lines of a badass like Snake Plissken or Clint Eastwood, Xander turned his face up to Willow. "If you want something, slave, you're going to ask me for it." His fingers continued their rubbing, and despite his harsher tone, he swallowed with nervousness.
Willow let out a groan of frustration, her head hitting the back of the door. “I can’t…” her hips rocked forward, desperately trying to increase the pressure of his touching.
Xander looked back at Cordy, and saw her arch her eyebrow, and felt immediately embarrassed. He looked back up at Willow, his eyes slightly pleading. "Beg, slave," he said more sternly than he felt. His fingers started rubbing her just a little more insistently. "Tell me what you want." He was hoping she'd take the hint. He honestly had no idea what the hell he was doing.
Willow’s eyes went wide and she shot Xander an incredulous look. She couldn’t believe he was trying to make her say it out loud!
“Oh for God’s sake. The slave wants you to lick her pussy, don’t you!?” Cordy interjected harshly. With her own mounting arousal, she found she was growing impatient.
“Cordy!” Willow squeaked. The redhead couldn’t believe she’d used that word, but what she couldn’t believe even more than that, was how the scorching words from Cordy’s lips sent a firestorm searing through her.
“Well? That’s what you want isn’t it…?” Cordelia fixed Willow with a stern gaze. “He’s never done it before… he needs the practice.”
Throbbing with need, it was like Willow’s brain short circuited and she nodded wordlessly, her eyes still locked on Cordy.
Without taking her eyes off Willow, Cordy moved back around behind her slave who was still kneeling in front of his slave. Pressing herself hard against him, she slowly slid down, her fishnet stockings sliding against his bare waist as she ground her own heated core against him. Emboldened by Willow’s reaction to her course language, Cordy settled into a comfortable position, stilettos on either side of his knees, she stroked his biceps and reached around to fondle his nipples. Leaning into his ear she whispered her orders. “Rip her panties off, slave. Lick her until she comes. Do it… now…”
He could feel her press against him from behind, and another surge ran through him, so complete he was afraid he'd lose it right there. A flush ran through his face and chest, and he shuddered as she played with his nipples. "Oh, god," he muttered softly.
The look of helpless desire in Willow's eyes and the feel of Cordelia grinding against him was all he needed. He took a deep breath, and wanted them both any way he could have them. He wanted Willow writhing and calling him Master while Cordy watched. And then he wanted to do the same to Cordy while Willow watched. He wanted all of it, and he wasn't sure how to make it happen. But he could start to try.
Taking Cordy's words literally, Xander reached up with both hands and grabbed Willow's panties. He ripped and jerked until the cotton was torn loose and she was bared before him. A small patch of red curls lay before him, her lips flushed and swollen, and his mouth dropped open again. He turned his head up to look at Willow, eyes gleaming with lust and surprise.
Not wanting to lose the feel of Cordy on his body, Xander put his hands against the door on either side of Willow's hips and leaned forward. He reached his tongue out delicately and slid it along her lips, softly at first, not sure how she'd taste. When he pulled back, he found it wasn't at all unpleasant. He smiled again and leaned forward, this time with more eagerness as he pressed his mouth over her, now rubbing back against Cordy behind him, wondering what effect he could have on her at the same time.
Gasping as the cool air hit her molten core, Willow felt completely exposed and totally vulnerable. Before she had time to die of embarrassment, she let out a sharp shriek as Xander’s tongue invaded her. “OhGodOhGodOhGod,” she uttered with increasing fervor as he lapped her liquid heat.
Cordelia wrapped her arms around Xander’s chest as she ground against him, stroking herself against the curve of backside as he leaned forward and worked Willow into a frenzy. Slowly her eyes traveled up Willow’s bucking form to meet her eyes.
The moment her eyes locked on Cordy’s, Willow shattered into a million pieces, her entire body shuddering and jerking wildly out of control. The wave of euphoria hit her like a tsunami, sweeping her into oblivion where she was sure she’d never find her way back -- except there was Cordy, grounding her in place even as the after shocks coursed through her causing her body to twist and jerk against the bindings.
Xander stayed with her, too frightened to move as her waves of orgasm swept through her. He broke away as she slowly began to sag, and he stared up at her. He licked his lips, shocked at what he'd just done. "Wow," he repeated breathlessly again. He still tasted her on his mouth, and he leaned back against Cordelia. "Did she just...uh...you know? Mistress? Because if so...that was pretty cool!"
“I think so…” Cordelia nodded, not entirely sure exactly what had happened there herself. The look in Willow’s eyes… the way she’d held her gaze even while she was moaning and jerking against Xander… it was all a little weird. Not to mention incredibly hot. Way hotter than she’d thought this would be when she started out to teach them a lesson in humility.
As Willow panted and worked to catch her breath, Cordy slowly relaxed her grip on Xander and stood, drawing him up to stand with her. Turning toward him, she thought he’d never looked sexier in her life. Impulsively, the brunette dropped the riding crop and wrapped her arms around his neck to take him in a passionate kiss.
Xander's sound of surprise was muffled by Cordy's sudden and passionate kiss. He flapped his arms for a second before he remembered he was Master, and put his arms around Cordelia, kissing her back with all he had. Even his tongue, which he felt must be extra-impressive at this point, came into play with their kiss in a way it hadn't before. He wondered if they could do this more often...
With her clothes hanging half off and her panties torn and flung carelessly across the room, Willow flushed with embarrassment. “Uhm… guys…” she cleared her throat trying to get their attention. “Hey… uh… little help here?”
Authors: Cathie (
catscorner) and blndswdsmnFandom: BtVS Season 3
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander/Willow
Rating: Adult Rated, PWP, the B&D scenario being 'played out' by consenting almost-adults involves elements of non-con
Characters: Not ours - we’re just playin' with 'em
Concrits: welcome in comments
Summary: After being betrayed by her boyfriend with his best friend, Cordelia is angry at humiliated, not just with him, but with the mousy redhead that had the nerve to try and take him! To make it up to her, Xander and Willow agree to be her slaves, but neither of them could expect just what punishments Cordelia has in her mind...
Cordelia browsed through the new arrivals rack at Nordstrom’s, fingering a chartreuse print chiffon halter before letting it drop back to hang limply with ten others exactly like it. Unconsciously, her hand slid over her t-shirt where an angry pink wound marred her otherwise perfect abdomen. It had been more than two weeks since she’d been out of the hospital and Daddy had promised to get her the best plastic surgeon to take care of the scar as soon as it was completely healed, but still, Cordelia couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever feel comfortable in a bikini or midriff baring top again.
Brows furrowed and hazel eyes darkened as her private session of retail therapy only served to surface new reasons to hate Xander and Willow for what they’d done to her. Frustrated and without a single shopping bag on her arm, Cordelia stormed out of the mall.
Jaw set firmly, Cordy stalked into the parking structure. The security alarm of her red convertible chirped as she breezed past the Queen C vanity plate and slumped into the bucket seat behind the wheel. Not only had he embarrassed her in front of the entire school, but he’d ruined one of the greatest joys in life. Shopping. And to make matters worse, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Fucker.
In the turmoil of her thoughts, the curse punctuated her rage but did little to ease her frustration. Who was Xander to have this kind of affect on her? He was just a dorky guy that had been chasing her for their entire sophomore year. And Willow! Even dorkier. The fact that they were groping each other right there in the open basement on that dirty table – it just burned her up. They were so into each other they didn’t even notice that she was watching… too stunned to move or breath.
Something dangerous fluttered in the darkest regions of her being as the car engine revved and the vibrations coursed through her body. Clenching her thighs, Cordy gripped the steering wheel and closed her eyes, surrendering to the scene that played over and over in her mind as it had so many times before.
When she was home alone in her bedroom, the brunette teen flung herself onto her bed, her pulse already quickening with anticipation as her fingers slipped under her skirt, maneuvering with ease beneath the damp silk of her panties to find the spot that desperately needed her attention. Arching her back, her breaths grew ragged as she writhed against her touch and when her free hand plucked at her pebbled nipples through her blouse, a soft moan passed her lips.
Xander was barely hanging on for dear life from the gutter outside Cordy's window. Her parents had rebuffed his every attempt to see her, even when he damn well knew she was inside. Rejected all of his calls, sent him away when he could even hear her chatting away on the phone upstairs, her voice echoing in the halls.
Well, he wasn't about to take that lying down! In his mind, this was much more romantic. Much more impressive. He'd scale the gutter like Robin Hood, and shove her window open, take her in his arms and tell her he was sorry. And then they'd make out. There was a lot more sweating involved on the gutter end of things than he'd anticipated, though. And more mud. And he was relatively sure a bird had crapped on him halfway up. That, and once he was halfway up, he was too scared to look back down. And Cordy's window was locked. Of course. He tried to peer inside, and he saw her on her bed doing..."Naw," he whispered to himself.
The gutter shifted and he could just imagine the screws coming loose, and he began tapping insistently on the window, saying quickly, "Lemme in, lemme in!"
Sucking in a startled breath, Cordelia’s hand snapped back and she jerked upright. In a flash, she scrambled off the bed to stare at the window. “Jesus! Xander?!” making sure her skirt and top were in place, she moved to the sill and unlocked the window, lifting it up with a sharp jerk. “What the hell are you doing! Get off my house!”
"I'm not Spider-Man!" He protested loudly. "If I get off your house, I die! I don't wanna die, Cordy. I still haven't seen Blade Runner in a movie theater." When he saw she was still standing there, unmoving, the gutter shifted under him again, and he held tightly to it, his hands in a death grip. "Help me!"
“You are such a moron,” Cordy gave an exasperated sigh as she reached out and hauled him inside as best she could until he spilled onto her floor in a heap. “God Xander! You’re a mess and you’re ruining my carpet and what is that on your shoulder! Gross!” she wrinkled her nose in disgust.
Xander took a minute to lay at Cordy's feet and kiss the floor for being something solid and not life-threatening. Then, remembering why he was here, he pushed himself to his feet and stood straight, chest pushed out. "Milady," he said, deepening his voice. When Cordy fixed him with that glare, he instantly deflated. "I was tryin' to be romantic," he protested. "You know. If I could find a rope with a grappling hook, I'd have swung in with a rose clenched between my teeth." He sniffed, and noticed a bad smell coming from his right, and the splotch of white on his shoulder. He cleared his throat and turned that shoulder away from Cordy, and he leaned his elbow against the wall near the window. "So...'sup?"
Cordy folded her arms across her chest and stood hipshot. She would not crack a smile at his antics. She would not let him know how much she missed that goofy smile he had plastered on his face. She would not give an inch. “How about a rope with a noose at the end of it.”
"Aw, come on," he protested. "I'm sorry! How can I tell you I'm sorry when you won't even let me talk to you? Look, it was an accident. Not...y'know, an accident accident, like, her turning light was broken and I didn't see her at the intersection. But...it didn't mean anything, Cordy. It was stupid, and bad, and we both regret it and it'll never happen again. What do I have to do to make it up to you? Fight the Rancor? I'll dive in the Rancor pit. Show me one, and in I'll go."
“What the hell is a rancor pit?” She started then shook her head when she realized he was sucking her in. “Nevermind. I don’t care! You don’t get it… you don’t get another chance with me. You blew it, Xander…” she dropped her hands and shifted her weight which was a huge mistake because she could feel the slick heat between her legs. Unfinished… still wanting. Needing. Dammit!
She drew in a controlled breath and didn’t look at him. “You need to go…”
"Cordy, come on," he said, and stepped closer. He glanced at the mess on his shoulder and his dirty hands and took a deep breath. "So I coulda done this better, I know. Next time, I'll be all 007 with it and fly in with a jetpack and tuxedo." He reached out to touch her arm when he realized how dirty his hand still was and just hovered over her expensive top. He pulled his hand back in. "I really like you. Just...tell me what I can do."
Cordelia looked down at his hand, the venom in her gaze slowly melting away. When she lifted her eyes to meet his, she pursed her lips tightly, desperately trying to hold onto the anger she felt… but those big puppy dog eyes looking all pitiful. “God. You are pathetic.” She held his gaze for a beat before her expression suddenly broke into something entirely different. Entirely sublime.
“You know what you can do? You can be my slave. You can do my every bidding…” her eyes lit as the idea blossomed and she walked around him as if sizing him up for the job. “You can paint my toenails and carry my books and do my homework. Wait, no, you’re an idiot. You can get Willow to do my homework. Yeah. You want a chance to get me back? You both have to make it up to me. Willow has to be my slave too.” She rounded on Xander meeting him nose to nose. “Got it?”
"A slave? I think Mr. Abraham Lincoln might have something to say to that." When Cordy's expression held him in place, Xander let out a deep breath. He could smell her expensive perfume, this close to him, and God, she was beautiful. "All right," he said suddenly. "All right, look. I'll...be your slave. I'll talk to Willow about it. She's so smart, a little extra homework won't make a difference. How long are we your slaves?"
“Until I say so,” her tone and stance brooked no room for argument, but she arched a brow and dared him to try.
Xander met those sharp, demanding eyes for a minute and tried to protest, but he was afraid of having to go back out that window again. "Fine," he said resignedly. "Whatever you want, Cordy." He pursed his lips thoughtfully at her then. "What, uh...what were you doing in here before I knocked on the window?"
“Shut up, slave!” she snapped, hazel eyes snapping wide. She spun quickly and stabbed a finger at the door before he could see the heated flush rise from her neck to her stain her cheeks. “Now get out. You and Willow can come over here after school. I have a Civil War paper she can write and you can give me a pedicure.”
Xander swallowed at the sudden sternness in her voice, and the way she addressed him. He wasn't sure he liked it. But then...he wasn't sure he disliked it either. "Um...yes, ma'am." He paused at the window, and saluted her, then felt instantly stupid for it. He turned to leave. "Um...we gonna go see that movie later, or is that off?" At her glare, Xander held up his hands. "I'll just...talk to Willow , yeah."
Once he was gone, Cordelia flopped back onto the bed, her dark mane of hair fanning out over her pillow. Staring at the ceiling, her lips twisted into a wicked smile.
* * *
Xander headed straight to Willow's house from Cordy's. Well, he stopped off at his place long enough to change the shirt and wash the gunk off his hands. He hoped Cordy's slave duties didn't include cleaning the gutters. He wasn't sure how long ago that had been done.
He knocked on Willow's door until he was sure somebody would kill him if he didn't stop immediately. He wasn't sure exactly how he was going to get Willow to agree to this, but he knew it was his only shot. He nervously started knocking again.
At her mother’s call that someone was at the door, Willow bounded down the stairs. “Hey Xan!” she greeted her friend as she pulled the door open. “What’s shakin’?” she added trying to sound casual.
Of course Ira and Sheila Rosenberg had no clue that anything had happened between her and Xander and Willow was pretty sure her mother believed the story about why Oz hadn’t been around. It was true, mostly. He really had gone off to do some out of town gigs with the Dingoes – they didn’t need to know that he’d left town to get away from her and her lying cheating ways. Her mother would psychoanalyze her to death and that was the last thing Willow needed.
"We gotta talk, Wils," he said quickly, sweeping in. He spun on his heels to look at her, and fix her with a smile. "I need you to do a big, big, Godzilla-size favor for me. And I don't mean American Godzilla favor. I mean, great big man in rubber suit stomping mountains flat Godzilla."
“I told you I’m not taking your algebra test for you,” she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “But I’ll help you study. I’ll even let you use my test from last year which is probably exactly the same as what you’re going to get… Mr. Pudwell is totally unoriginal when it comes to quadratic--”
"No, no, not that. I've accepted my role as Mr. Pudwell's bitch." Xander paused, and his face screwed up in distaste. "Man, that did not come out right." He shook his head and tried to regain his lost momentum. "I talked to Cordy. She said she'd take me back." He swallowed and smiled. "If we'd be her slaves." He gestured with his hands weakly, holding his smile. "Ta-daaa."
Willow stared, taking a moment to process what Xander had just said because she was sure she didn’t hear him right. “What? Are you kidding me? Who does that?” She shook her head. “Cordelia Chase. That’s who,” she answered her own rhetorical question. “You’re not seriously going to do it. And what do you men WE?!” she belatedly asked as her eyebrows shot into her hairline.
"She said both of us," Xander replied. "Look, it's not gonna be any big deal. I mean, she can't resist me. You just do a little extra homework, I just demean myself a little more than usual--and who thought that was possible--and we're in the clear." Xander shrugged, hopeful eyes on Willow . "I like her, Wil. I wanna try and get things right again."
Willow couldn’t believe she was even considering it, but she never had been able to resist Xander either – which is, of course, what got them into this mess in the first place. And if Cordy actually were to take him back, maybe when Oz got back he would see that it’s possible to forgive and forget and he would take her back too.
“Just a little extra homework?” she chewed her bottom lip. “For how long?”
"Well, you know, there's just this timeline thing," he replied lamely. "Not long, really. She said tomorrow you...we could work on her Civil War paper. And I could give her a pedicure, so tomorrow there'll be that. Not bad at all, really. I mean, I'm her boyfriend, she'll be hardest on me, she probably just wanted the help on the paper. Didn't want to ask you directly and let you know how much smarter you were, and all, that's all it is, I'm sure." He idly wondered if she could physically see him squirming.
“You’re squirming,” she folded her arms across her chest and eyed him suspiciously.
"With...positive thought," he replied firmly and forced himself to meet her eyes. He smiled again. "Please?"
Willow released an exaggerated sigh and rolled her eyes. “Oh all right. I can’t believe you let her treat you like this!” She shook her head. “I totally do not understand what you get out of that relationship…” she paused and her eyes narrowed slightly. “Did you guys ever… uhm… you know…” she made an awkward jerky movement with her hips, blushing at her lame attempt to pantomime sex.
Xander's mouth dropped open at the display, and it took him a second to recover. "Wait, wait. Do that again. Where's a camera, Buffy's gotta see that." At Willow 's look, he held up his hands. "No! We didn't. Not that I don't...wanna, I mean...she's Cordy. She's the hottest girl on two legs on the West Coast next to Lynda Carter."
Willow’s brows drew together in a pained expression and her gaze dropped to her feet. Of course she knew Cordy was way hotter than her. Pretty much every girl in the school was way hotter than her. But to hear Xander just come right out and say it like that stung.
“Right. Okay…” the redhead gave a dull nod. “I guess this whole slave thing will help get you in her pants. Mission accomplished. Yay for you.”
"Hey," Xander said, suddenly feeling like a complete tool. "I mean...if things are cool with Cordy when Oz gets back, then maybe he'll figure out it wasn't such a big deal." He lightly pinched her arm. "Then yay for us. We will be officially made of win, right?"
With effort, Willow swallowed around the hard lump in her throat and managed to look up with something of a smile. “Right. Exactly. Yay for us!” She totally loved Oz and wanted him to be her first. Not Xander. Definitely not Xander. She was so over him. Her lip quivered uncertainly, but she took a breath to cover it.
“Okay. Well. Big day tomorrow. See you at school.” Willow gave a little wave before she fled up the stairs to her room.
Xander rubbed the back of his neck as he watched Willow run up the stairs to his room and got the distinct feeling he'd just screwed something up. "Yep. Officially made of win, you ridiculous goober," he muttered to himself as he went for the door to let himself out.
* * *
His tacit hope and promise that they'd just be slaves for a day proved to be entirely without merit. Willow had scribed a Civil War paper while he did a pedicure, and he didn't have a clue how to do one. Which Cordy reminded him of.
Again and again.
He finally got it right somewhere around the fifth time, and she let him leave. During school, he'd run and get her a snack, bring her a cappuccino first thing in the morning. And Willow dutifully did homework and papers after school. Even so, Xander couldn't help but think this was getting to be worthwhile. Cordy held his hand at lunch one day, and another day in the library while they were researching on some demon that Buffy inevitably decapitated, she even sat next to him. Everything was going according to plan.
He just needed to figure out what, exactly, that plan was.
Like any other day after school, he headed straight to Cordy's with Willow , prepared to conduct another afternoon of servitude. He'd get drinks and food, Willow would work. Cordy would sigh contentedly and talk on the phone, as usual. But he could tell, from the way she was looking at him again, that he'd almost worked his way out of the pit.
As each day went by, Cordelia watched Xander and Willow interact with increasing contempt. It killed her how comfortable they were with each other. They didn’t even realize they finished each other’s sentences and sometimes they didn’t have to say anything at all and they could just shoot these cute looks at each other to communicate. It was infuriating!
And to make matters worse, there was obviously this sexual tension that still existed between the two of them. Cordy knew the score. They both wanted what they couldn’t have. But the most popular girl at Sunnydale High wasn’t about to set herself up to be humiliated again. So she hatched a sure fire plan that would ensure Xander and Willow wouldn’t be tempted to touch each other behind her back ever again.
When she heard them coming up the walk, Cordelia checked herself in the mirror one last time. Bright red lips curled into a wicked smile. Perfect. Her parents were out of town for the weekend so she left a note on the door telling her slaves to come up to her room.
Xander pulled the note taped on the door, and found it addressed to "Slaves" in Cordy's neat handwriting. He rolled his eyes and read. "She's upstairs," he said, and pushed the door open.
The pair climbed the stairs up to Cordy's room, and he knocked. When he heard the reply, he turned the knob and the door swung open. "So, what can we do for you todaaaayyyy--" the sentence died off in his throat as it closed on him.
Cordy stood in the middle of the room, dressed all in black, her torso barely covered by a tight leather bodice that laced up the front, leaving little to the imagination. Black silk panties barely covered her bottom, and a pair of fishnet stockings sheathed her perfect, tanned legs and were attached to a black garter belt. Wicked-looking pointy-toed black stilettos covered her feet, polished to a high sheen, and she held a crop in her hand, swishing it idly. Her long, dark hair was wild and untamed, and her make-up darker than normal, but still perfectly applied, her red lips twisting in a wicked grin. Xander had never been so scared and simultaneously aroused in his life.
Well, at least not when the threat of death wasn't present like it usually was in Sunnydale.
Stumbling into Xander’s back when he stopped unexpectedly in the doorway, Willow peered around his larger frame. When Cordy came into view, her mouth dropped open and she stared, eyes practically bugging out of her head. “Wow… Uhm… is it Halloween or something?”
“Shut up, Slave,” Cordy cracked the crop in her palm for emphasis. “You will both address me as Mistress Cordelia. You will do exactly what I say and you will only speak when spoken to. Now get in here and shut the door.”
"Uh..." Xander moved into the room, Willow right behind him. He shut the door behind them, and looked at Cordelia. "Um...'Mistress' Cordelia, you wouldn't happen to have been...possessed by anything, lately? A demon or spirit or one too many viewing of Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS?" His eyes roved over her body of their own volition again, and his mouth was suddenly dry.
Seeing the look of pure lust in Xander’s eyes sent a thrill through Cordelia and she forgot that he wasn’t supposed to talk unless she told him to. “Let me explain …” the brunette sauntered past them, hips rocking with each slow step. She knew she looked totally hot, so it was easy to fall into the role of seductress.
Mouth agape, Willow stared at Cordelia as she passed in front of them. She knew she should look away, but she couldn’t. The outfit clung to all her curves and there was cleavage. Lots of cleavage. She hadn’t ever really seen anything like this up close in real life before. Cordy looked just like something right out of an erotic magazine – not that Willow looked at porn. Well, maybe she’d peeked at the magazines Xander hid under his bed once or twice… just out of curiosity.
“You humiliated me,” Cordy continued. “Both of you…” she shifted her gaze to Willow and was a little disarmed to see the redhead staring at her with that same glazed over lusty look in her eye that Xander was sporting. “So to make all this right again, you need to be humiliated in return. You get me?”
"I..." Xander closed his mouth and shook his head. He took a deep breath trying to contain himself, and remembered a lesson he'd learned in eighth grade when this problem happened and you didn't want the class to notice. He put his hands in his pockets and shifted, hoping neither of the girls would see the situation arising there. "Listen, Cordy, I think we're both really, really sorry. I mean..." he glanced at Willow , and cocked an eyebrow at the way she was staring at Cordy, too. "What are you gonna have us do?"
“Anything I tell you to do,” she answered simply. “And if you want me to be comfortable with the two of you being friends, you’ll do it.”
Willow let out an audible “eeep!”
“You have a problem with that?” Cordelia shot an accusatory look at the skittish redhead. “You didn’t have a problem with him putting his hands all over you before.”
“B-but… Cordy!” Willow protested. “You’re… you’re just trying to scare us, right? Okay. So… you got me,” she let out an anxious laugh. “Scared here! Not to mention freaked out.”
“I’m not trying to scare you,” Cordy answered, closing the distance on Willow until she was right in her face. “I’m trying to get over the fact that you screwed around with Xander. If you don’t want to help with that, you can just get out. Now.”
Willow shrunk away, backing against the closed door. “No,” she answered with a shake of her head. “I mean yes. I want you to get over that. It’s not going to happen again. I swear!”
Cordy gave a satisfied nod. “Damn straight… after I’m done with you, it won’t.”
Two quick steps and she was as close as she could get to Xander without touching him. “Take your hands out of your pockets, Slave.”
Xander did as she told him to do right away without thinking. The tone of her voice brooked no argument. Once he did, he became painfully aware of just how tight his jeans felt at that moment and what he was showing. He turned red and looked up at the ceiling. "Think of baseball," he said quietly to himself, trying to get rid of the erection. "Think of baseball, think of baseball."
Cordy smirked and her eyes fell brazenly to the bulge in his jeans. Let the humiliation begin! Spinning on her toe, she made a show of her slow walk over to the dresser where she had various items laid out. She picked up four silk scarves and turned back to Xander, placing them carefully in his hand.
“Tie her up,” she jerked her head toward Willow who stood against the door where she’d already secured anchors for her hands and feet.
“What?!” Willow ’s eyes went wide as she followed Cordy’s gaze to see the brass hook things in the door – two up high and two down by her feet. Shifting her gaze to Xander, she shook her head. “Xander… no… this is… it’s just--”
“Call him Master,” Cordy ordered. “And do it or the deal’s off.”
Willow looked back to Cordy and all coherent thought flew out of her brain as her eyes automatically fixed on bulging breasts that looked like they might just pop right out of the tight leather that held them in place. If she just bent over... “Okay,” she said, not even sure she’d said it out loud or if it was just in her head. She looked at Xander and swallowed hard. God he looked so hot standing there breaking out in a sweat with his muscles all flexing, “…Master.”
Xander swallowed at that, his eyes wide as saucers. He looked at Cordelia, in her outfit, stern and imperious. And then Willow, looking quiet and innocent and cute as always. He cleared his throat, and let out a slow, deep breath. He looked at Cordy again, and when she gestured at Willow with the crop he started forward. His eyes moved along the hooks, and he was chewing on his bottom lip. "Okay," he said, his voice a nervous croak. "Um..." He took her left hand in his and gently raised it up the corresponding hook, and began to tie her wrist to it with the scarf.
Willow didn’t resist and was struck by how her whole body was suddenly on fire with nervous anticipation. As Xander worked the tie, his face was close to hers and she whispered, “It’s okay, Xan. Just play along. We’re almost there… Mission accomplished… yay for us!”
"Yaaaay," he replied weakly, his hands shaking. He thought he'd never get the tie done, and then he moved on to the other. Before long, he had Willow spread out on the door according to Cordy's design, and his hands were still shaking as he looked at her, bound there. His eyes moved from Cordy's sexy body, back to Willow 's, and any thoughts of baseball flew swiftly from his skull.
This...was awesome.
Cordelia made a show of surveying Xander’s handy work, smacking the riding crop in her palm as she looked over the knots to make sure Willow was secure. “Take off your shirt,” she ordered impulsively as she moved back over to her dresser and picked up a stiff feather. “And then open hers…”
Willow’s eyes went wide as she looked down at what she was wearing. An orange fuzzy cropped sweater with big buttons all up the front and a plaid skirt with high top Converse sneakers. But was she wearing matching bra and underwear? Was she wearing granny panties? She swallowed. She couldn’t remember. Oh God. She couldn’t even believe she was thinking about being in her underwear in front of Xander! Well, that wasn’t true. She’d actually been thinking about that since she was about twelve, but she never ever thought she’d be in the position to actually do it!
Xander took a long, deep breath again, embarrassed at the notion of being shirtless in front of both girls. Again, Cordy’s tone left little room for argument and he stripped off his t-shirt. He glanced at Willow, and then back at Cordy, hesitating. "Um...Yes, Mistress," he said, using the title she'd decided she wanted. He went over to Willow , and looked in her eyes as his fingers found her top button. He whispered to her, "You okay?"
Willow chewed her bottom lip but she nodded. “Yes Master…” she lowered her voice and whispered, “I have butterflies! And if you ever tell anyone about this I’ll die.”
“No whispering!” Cordy gave Xander a sharp whack across his back with the crop. God but he had a nice back. All broad and with the rippling muscles. She smiled. It was all hers… “Hurry it up.”
Xander jumped at the stinging crop. "Ow!" He rolled his shoulders, and was surprised to discover the sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant. He looked at Willow and grinned, then winked at her so she knew she could trust him. His shaky fingers started working at her buttons again, until the redhead's sweater was loosed and opened and...there she was.
A simple bra cupped her modest but cute bosom, her skin white as porcelain, dusted with freckles. He'd had no idea she was that beautiful under...well, under her clothes. His eyes soaked in her every curve, and trailed up to her face, and his tongue brushed against his lips nervously.
Eyes wide, Willow trembled and sucked in a sharp breath as cool air hit her exposed abdomen. Nipples instantly pebbled beneath the thin cotton stretched taut over her heaving breasts as her breath quickened and her pulse kicked up several notches.
Moving up behind Xander, Cordelia’s hands slid over his shoulders, tracing the contours of his biceps as she peered around him to have a look at the timid little bookworm. “What’s the matter Willow? Not so bold now, are you?” Cordy’s teasing tone abruptly shifted to one of demand as she shoved Xander forward. “Touch her. Make her beg for it, Slave.”
Xander stumbled forward, his breath hitching in his throat. He had no idea Willow was so...girly underneath her clothes! He scratched at his chin and closed his eyes for a second to calm himself. "Um, yeah...Beg for it...slave?" He said to Willow. Without waiting for it, he nervously reached out with one hand and touched her. First her stomach, the safest part of her.
Willow's pale skin was warm to the touch, and he laid his palm on her. "Like this, Cordy?" He winced and said quickly. "Mistress! Like this, Mistress?" His hand continued moving up as if it had a mind of his own, and suddenly he was touching her left breast, feeling the soft globe of her through the bra. Something hard poked his palm, and he realized it was her nipple! With a squeak, Xander's eyes opened wide as he stared at his hand locked on her breast. He couldn't move. Of course, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to at this point.
Like a deer in the headlights, Willow’s eyes locked on Xander’s and she didn’t move. She couldn’t move. Not one millimeter. She couldn’t even breathe because if she took a breath, her chest would move and would press against his hand and oh god! Xander’s hand was on her boob!
Swallowing, Willow’s gaze shifted to Cordy. Big mistake. The brunette was staring at her too with this predatory look in her eyes that sent a jolt of arousal right to her groin. Hey! That wasn’t supposed to happen. She gulped. “Cordy. Omigod, please promise you won’t tell anybody. Especially Buffy. Please!”
“Mistress! Call me mistress!” Cordelia corrected with a snap of her crop against the door next to Willow’s face.
Willow flinched and her mouth dropped open. “Mistress! Mistress Cordelia! Please don’t tell Buffy!” she begged.
“As if,” Cordy let out a light snort. “You think I’d tell anybody I let the two of you in my room? Now… as for you…” she spun so her back was against the wall next to Willow. She looked Xander up and down, letting her eyes linger on the bulge that was straining against his jeans. “I said, make her beg for it. Take her bra off.” Her eyes narrowed on him. She’d only ever let him get under her shirt a few times and only in the dark. She was curious to see how he’d deal with this and she was finding she loved being in control of them both.
Xander's eyes whipped back to Cordy, wide as saucers. With superhuman effort, he pulled his hand away from Willow, and looked at his friend. Her face was flushed, and she licked her lips, and he felt a jolt run through him. He looked from Willow's face to Cordy's, so close together. "O--okay." He swallowed hard, and trembling fingers went to her bra. He slipped his arms behind Willow, and felt for a clasp. He found nothing, and frowned. He felt around behind her some more, until her breasts were pressing against his chest. He glanced down and noticed it had a clasp in front. "Ah," he said, and turned red. With trembling fingers, he went to the clasp.
Cordy watching his every move wasn't helping his nerves any, and Willow 's breath was coming in shallow bursts. God, he hoped she wasn't going to hate him for this afterwards. He finally fumbled the clasp loose, and opened her bra, revealing Willow 's breasts, pale and soft. Twin rosy pink nipples stood at attention, and Xander was struck by how beautiful she was. "Wow," he said breathlessly.
Seeing the look on Xander’s face sent a shock of adrenaline coursing through Cordy’s veins, stirring something dark and dangerous deep in her belly. She’d done that to him. Didn’t matter that he was oogling Willow because she knew her breasts were much better and when he finally did get the privilege of seeing hers, he’d know it too.
“Wow?” Willow broke out in a nervous smile, her entire body humming with a strange mix of fear and desire. “Really? Wow?”
“Xander! Make her call you master!” Cordy snapped the crop across his bicep to remind him of his role.
“Sorry! Sorry… Master!” Willow squeaked, her cheeks flush with the sudden heat that had enveloped her.
Cordy rolled her eyes and moved behind Xander. “On your knees, Slave. Touch them. Pinch them. Do all those things that you wanted to do when you were betraying me. All those things you knew you shouldn’t,” she ground out in a husky purr. Where did that come from? Full lips twisted into a wicked smile. “Use your tongue on her. Use your teeth.” She gave him another thwack across his back for good measure.
"Ow! Jeez." He licked his lips again and looked Willow over, and swallowed. When Cordy couldn't see him, he grinned reassuringly at Willow. He sunk down to his knees as Cordy told him, and found he was just a bit too far away. Feeling like a moron, he shuffled a little closer, his head just high enough to get at her breasts. He put his hands on her hips and leaned forward. "Um...you better beg for your master, slave," he said, hoping it sounded stern enough to placate Cordy.
Gingerly, he leaned into Willow, smelling her skin. It smelled clean, like soap, and cinnamon. He kissed her between her breasts first, and then, he began to slip out his tongue tentatively. He licked first her left breast, exploring her pensively with his tongue, just waiting for her to yell at him to stop.
As much as she’d tried to mentally ready herself, nothing could prepare her for the sensation of Xander’s tongue flicking over her nipple. “Oh God!” Willow gasped and jerked against her bonds, her entire body seized with tension. “Master God. Xander. Master Xander!” she babbled helplessly.
Looking down at his big giant hazel eyes didn’t help one bit, so she jerked her head up and was met with another, very different set of hazel eyes. Her gaze fixed on Cordy’s, Willow sucked in a breath and her chest swelled against Xander’s lips.
“Beg for it.” Cordy’s demand came in a throaty growl as her hands smoothed over Xander’s muscular shoulders, urging him to continue.
Willow swallowed and she couldn’t drag her eyes away from Cordy even if she’d wanted to – which, strangely, she didn’t. Mortified, she did as she was told. “Please… Master,” her voice trembled. “More…”
The way she called him Master sent a wave of heat through him, and he remembered more of Cordy's instructions. His hand finally moved away from her hip and went up to her right breast while he licked her. He took her nipple between his thumb and index finger and pinched her, lightly at first. Cordy's hands stroked his shoulders, and just made him more aroused. He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself, and then suckled Willow's nipple in his mouth while he pinched and teased her other. Tentatively, with her nipple in his mouth, he moved his teeth against the taut flesh of her nipple.
Intoxicated by Cordy watching her, Willow’s eyes dropped to half lidded as Xander did things to her body nobody had ever done before. Not even Oz! She felt so exposed. So vulnerable. So sensual. So… hot. A deep flush crept over her body as she squirmed and bit her lip. “Cordy…” she released a throaty whisper. “Enough. Oh Gods. And Goddesses. And Masters. Master!” Willow ’s muttering sharpened when Xander gave her a pinch.
Shaking her head and struggling against the bindings, Willow’s body betrayed her. With her thighs forcibly spread, each puff of air that swept beneath her skirt reminded her of the hot wetness between her legs. When teeth scraped across her gooseflesh, she let out a tormented shriek and jerked again as adrenaline surged through her body like an electric current.
Cordy smirked as she watched Willow struggle. Embarrassed. Ashamed. Humiliated. Everything she’d felt when they’d betrayed her. It was perfect. But there was something about the way the redhead kept looking at her that was disarming and a little erotic. Why was she looking at her like that? “The skirt, Slave. Take it off.”
Half-lidded eyes popped wide and Willow looked down at Xander. She wanted to tell him no, but to her horror her hips pressed into his body to urge him on. Her head spun with heady arousal and she licked her lips wantonly. “Please… Master!”
Crouching down behind Xander, Cordy’s thighs parted around his back, fishnets scraping his flesh. Crushing herself against his back, she dipped her head against his and red lips flicked across his ear. “Do it, slave.”
Xander shivered at her lips brushing his ear. Okay, this was certainly different, and certainly good. He reached up with shaky hands and undid the skirt. With trembling fingers, he fumbled with the button and the zipper until the skirt came loose and fell down around her ankles, and she wore a pair of simple pink cotton panties.
Xander frowned and cocked his head at the small damp spot on the front of her panties. Suddenly, he grinned and looked up at Willow, eyes shining. She was as hot about this as he was! He reached a hand back and touched Cordy's leg as he looked at Willow, bound and almost naked in front of them.
Utterly mortified beyond her wildest mortified dreams – and there had been plenty of those in her almost seventeen years – Willow threw her head back against the door and stared at the ceiling. She couldn’t look down at them. She just couldn’t! But then she did. And there they were. Two sets of hazel eyes looking at her. Bare chest and black leather and her practically naked! This wasn’t happening. It just wasn’t! Could they tell she was a squishy and wet between her legs? As if in answer to her question, Xander’s eyes locked on her panties and he smiled. He smiled! Shrinking away from his gaze, she tried to close her legs and twist sideways but the bindings wouldn’t allow her that much movement.
Cordy let out a laugh as Willow squirmed, her sweater and bra hung open revealing the pale expanse of her chest and perky little breasts. The brunette’s eye traveled over her critically. Even with her scar, she knew she had a much better body. There was no comparison, really. She was tan and curvy where Willow was pasty white with hips that were bony and almost boyish. She’d let Xander practice on the frumpy station wagon so he’d be ready to drive the Ferrari when she said so. Yes, this was working out nicely.
Standing up slowly, Cordy moved back to Willow’s side, leaning in close and pushing her straight red hair off her shoulder. “Oh… don’t look so nervous, Will. Isn’t this what you wanted. Xander pawing you. Turning you on. Making you hot. After this, you’ll never have to wonder what it’ll be like. Nothing like reality to crush the fantasy, right?” She flashed a wicked sneer as she turned to lean casually against the wall. Lifting her foot, she stabbed Xander’s shoulder with her stiletto heel.
“What are you waiting for? Touch her, slave,” Cordy let the crop trail up her inner thigh to draw Xander’s attention where she wanted it. On her. “Touch her like you want to touch me, but can’t.”
He looked up at Cordy, and his eyes traveled over the expanse of her gorgeous body, then it did the same for Willow's. She wasn't as curvy, or as utterly smolderingly sexy as Cordy, but there was something about her that held his attention as well. He suddenly knew he didn't know what to do with his hands. He reached out and put his hands on Willow's legs, and trailed them up, hesitating for a second at her thighs before he swallowed and continued. His hands paused again at her upper thighs, and then moved on just a bit more, and then his thumb brushed against the damp spot on the front of her panties. He saw her jump, and he was compelled to do it again, this time with both thumbs, exploring and watching wide-eyed for her every reaction, his heartbeat pounding his chest like a drum.
Breath quickening with each touch, Willow’s muscles tensed and she strained against the bonds, but she didn’t know anymore if it was to get away or get more. When she shifted an anxious gaze to Cordy, she whimpered softly as the beat of arousal pulsed relentlessly deep in her core. As Xander continued his experimental touches, she imagined Cordy’s fingers moving her panties aside, dragging a painted nail across her aching nub. “Oh God! Cordy!”
“Mistress.” Cordy’s eyes snapped from her appraisal of Xander to Willow and she was startled to see the look of need in the other girl’s eyes.
“Mistress… please…” Willow squeaked almost unintelligibly.
Cordy cocked her head and licked her lips. Curious, she stepped forward and watched as Willow’s eyes tracked over her body. It gave her a strange thrill to know she was affecting both of them. “What? Don’t talk to me. Tell your Master what you want!”
Willow looked back to Xander, green eyes dark with the heady arousal. “Master… please.” She pursed her lips, cheeks flaming with the conflicting feelings that were clawing at her. She wanted to feel his tongue stroking her, but she couldn’t say it out loud. Couldn’t possibly say that out loud. She was a good girl. But if she was a good girl, why did she want to feel Cordy’s nipples under her fingertips. What was wrong with her! That wasn’t right. “Please…” her voice trembled as she begged for more.
“Are you going to let her get away with that, slave? Make her do what you want.” Cordelia’s eyes lit on Xander. The idea of him taking control was intoxicating.
Xander looked at Cordy's eyes, at the stern gaze she held on him, and it sent another shiver through him. He turned back towards Willow and looked down, shutting his eyes. After a minute of thinking along the lines of a badass like Snake Plissken or Clint Eastwood, Xander turned his face up to Willow. "If you want something, slave, you're going to ask me for it." His fingers continued their rubbing, and despite his harsher tone, he swallowed with nervousness.
Willow let out a groan of frustration, her head hitting the back of the door. “I can’t…” her hips rocked forward, desperately trying to increase the pressure of his touching.
Xander looked back at Cordy, and saw her arch her eyebrow, and felt immediately embarrassed. He looked back up at Willow, his eyes slightly pleading. "Beg, slave," he said more sternly than he felt. His fingers started rubbing her just a little more insistently. "Tell me what you want." He was hoping she'd take the hint. He honestly had no idea what the hell he was doing.
Willow’s eyes went wide and she shot Xander an incredulous look. She couldn’t believe he was trying to make her say it out loud!
“Oh for God’s sake. The slave wants you to lick her pussy, don’t you!?” Cordy interjected harshly. With her own mounting arousal, she found she was growing impatient.
“Cordy!” Willow squeaked. The redhead couldn’t believe she’d used that word, but what she couldn’t believe even more than that, was how the scorching words from Cordy’s lips sent a firestorm searing through her.
“Well? That’s what you want isn’t it…?” Cordelia fixed Willow with a stern gaze. “He’s never done it before… he needs the practice.”
Throbbing with need, it was like Willow’s brain short circuited and she nodded wordlessly, her eyes still locked on Cordy.
Without taking her eyes off Willow, Cordy moved back around behind her slave who was still kneeling in front of his slave. Pressing herself hard against him, she slowly slid down, her fishnet stockings sliding against his bare waist as she ground her own heated core against him. Emboldened by Willow’s reaction to her course language, Cordy settled into a comfortable position, stilettos on either side of his knees, she stroked his biceps and reached around to fondle his nipples. Leaning into his ear she whispered her orders. “Rip her panties off, slave. Lick her until she comes. Do it… now…”
He could feel her press against him from behind, and another surge ran through him, so complete he was afraid he'd lose it right there. A flush ran through his face and chest, and he shuddered as she played with his nipples. "Oh, god," he muttered softly.
The look of helpless desire in Willow's eyes and the feel of Cordelia grinding against him was all he needed. He took a deep breath, and wanted them both any way he could have them. He wanted Willow writhing and calling him Master while Cordy watched. And then he wanted to do the same to Cordy while Willow watched. He wanted all of it, and he wasn't sure how to make it happen. But he could start to try.
Taking Cordy's words literally, Xander reached up with both hands and grabbed Willow's panties. He ripped and jerked until the cotton was torn loose and she was bared before him. A small patch of red curls lay before him, her lips flushed and swollen, and his mouth dropped open again. He turned his head up to look at Willow, eyes gleaming with lust and surprise.
Not wanting to lose the feel of Cordy on his body, Xander put his hands against the door on either side of Willow's hips and leaned forward. He reached his tongue out delicately and slid it along her lips, softly at first, not sure how she'd taste. When he pulled back, he found it wasn't at all unpleasant. He smiled again and leaned forward, this time with more eagerness as he pressed his mouth over her, now rubbing back against Cordy behind him, wondering what effect he could have on her at the same time.
Gasping as the cool air hit her molten core, Willow felt completely exposed and totally vulnerable. Before she had time to die of embarrassment, she let out a sharp shriek as Xander’s tongue invaded her. “OhGodOhGodOhGod,” she uttered with increasing fervor as he lapped her liquid heat.
Cordelia wrapped her arms around Xander’s chest as she ground against him, stroking herself against the curve of backside as he leaned forward and worked Willow into a frenzy. Slowly her eyes traveled up Willow’s bucking form to meet her eyes.
The moment her eyes locked on Cordy’s, Willow shattered into a million pieces, her entire body shuddering and jerking wildly out of control. The wave of euphoria hit her like a tsunami, sweeping her into oblivion where she was sure she’d never find her way back -- except there was Cordy, grounding her in place even as the after shocks coursed through her causing her body to twist and jerk against the bindings.
Xander stayed with her, too frightened to move as her waves of orgasm swept through her. He broke away as she slowly began to sag, and he stared up at her. He licked his lips, shocked at what he'd just done. "Wow," he repeated breathlessly again. He still tasted her on his mouth, and he leaned back against Cordelia. "Did she just...uh...you know? Mistress? Because if so...that was pretty cool!"
“I think so…” Cordelia nodded, not entirely sure exactly what had happened there herself. The look in Willow’s eyes… the way she’d held her gaze even while she was moaning and jerking against Xander… it was all a little weird. Not to mention incredibly hot. Way hotter than she’d thought this would be when she started out to teach them a lesson in humility.
As Willow panted and worked to catch her breath, Cordy slowly relaxed her grip on Xander and stood, drawing him up to stand with her. Turning toward him, she thought he’d never looked sexier in her life. Impulsively, the brunette dropped the riding crop and wrapped her arms around his neck to take him in a passionate kiss.
Xander's sound of surprise was muffled by Cordy's sudden and passionate kiss. He flapped his arms for a second before he remembered he was Master, and put his arms around Cordelia, kissing her back with all he had. Even his tongue, which he felt must be extra-impressive at this point, came into play with their kiss in a way it hadn't before. He wondered if they could do this more often...
With her clothes hanging half off and her panties torn and flung carelessly across the room, Willow flushed with embarrassment. “Uhm… guys…” she cleared her throat trying to get their attention. “Hey… uh… little help here?”