AB/BtVS FF: Living Underground 9/?
TITLE: Living Underground
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
RATING: en.sea.xvii overall
PAIRING: Willow/Asher, slight Willow/Richard and Willow/Asher/Nathaniel... plus, regular Anita pairings
SPOILERS: For the two fandoms... up until Micah for AB; the two series for Buffyverse stuff.
WARNINGS: A little bit of BDSM.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone, except the Master of the City of Lafayette and her entourage.
NOTES: This story is a sequel to "Alive at Last." And this particular chapter was pretty hard for me to write. So, while I accept constructive critiques, I'd really rather it if you be gentle. My BDSM experience is minimal, and I'm not really good with making stuff like that up. So... yeah. Okay. On with the story, I guess!
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4-6, 7, 8
PART NINE
"Sometimes, it is about atonement," the blond vampire said as he walked a slow circle around Willow, who was kneeling on a rug in the middle of a room she had never seen before, "sometimes, it is simply about feeling something sharper... something more vivid... but all the time, it is about control. Losing control, by being controlled... taking control, by controlling someone.
"It is also about trust and serving your partner's needs," he said, continued, circling her again. "I serve you by giving you what you need... you serve me through submission, through accepting what I give you." He paused and then asked, "Do you understand?"
Willow swallowed hard as she processed what Asher was saying. It made sense. She could understand why it appealed to Nathaniel. She knew Asher would treat her well, but she wasn't sure if she could be what the wereleopard needed.
"Do you understand?" he asked quietly.
She nodded. "Yes," she murmured.
"For our time together," he told her, "it would be best if you are dominant to Nathaniel, while I am dominant to you both. You will play both roles, mon colibri, and hopefully, through these roles, you will learn what Nathaniel requires and be able to give it to him."
"What do you get out of it?"
He brushed his glove-clad fingers against her hair, trailing them over the braid he had formed with her long, red tresses. "I get to take care of you... I get to share something with you that I haven't shared with anyone I love in a long time," he replied honestly. "I am also presented with an opportunity I would not have in my grasp under normal circumstances," he added, gesturing towards Nathaniel.
Willow turned her head slightly so she could see the wereleopard. He was standing, but each ankle and each wrist was chained to the wall; Willow suspected that he could have broken free if he wanted to do so, but by the look on his face, she knew he didn't want to escape.
"We must choose a safety word," Asher said to both of them, "for even if we do not share this word in front of Allura, it is necessary to have one." He looked at Nathaniel. "Even for you, mon chaton."
Nathaniel nodded and told them that Willow could pick the word. Willow nibbled on her lower lip as she tried to think of a good word, a word no one could possibly use in the heat of the moment---unless they wanted to stop everything.
"Computer?"
Asher's lips twitched into a smile. "Very well," he agreed. "So our first rule is that while we are in a scene such as this, if you are ever uncomfortable, say 'computer,' and we will stop---either completely or until we resolve the situation. D'accord?"
"Yes," both Willow and Nathaniel said, at nearly the same time.
"Our second rule is that I am to be addressed as either 'sir' or 'Master,' and only when you are spoken to," he continued. "In this scenario, I may call you whatever I please. It will make it easier, to separate play from our lives and to assist us in reaching those places---submissive and dominant---in our minds." He paused and then motioned to Nathaniel. "Perhaps... for you, Nathaniel, mon esclave?"
"O-okay," the wereleopard replied, his voice a little more breathless as his eyes grew darker.
"And... for my lover... ma fifille," he decided.
Willow's brow furrowed. She didn't understand what the term meant.
"It is... a pejorative expression... for..." he trailed off and snapped his fingers. "Little girl," he told her. "Understand that is not how I see you---"
"I know how you see me," she assured him quietly. "I don't mind a little... role-playing... is Nathaniel gonna call me that, too?"
Asher arched an eyebrow.
Willow blushed and then quickly added, "Sir?"
He smiled and brushed his fingers along her temple. "He may call you 'mistress', if he prefers, when you are... topping him." He paused in his circles around her kneeling form and then asked a question. "Ma fifille, how are your knees and legs?"
"Sore, sir," she admitted.
"Then, shift your weight, or rock back and sit upon your heels for a few moments," he advised. "This will be longer, because there is much to learn, and I do not wish to cause you harm."
She nodded and followed his suggestion. Her muscles welcomed the relief, as little as it was, and she was able to go back into her kneeling position, with her hands clasped behind her back, with a bit more ease than she had expected she'd have.
"What do you want from this session, mon esclave?"
Nathaniel sucked in a quick breath and then he let it out very slowly. Then, he spoke. "I don't want to be humiliated, Master," he told Asher, "but I do like pain. Anita says I like it too much, so I---"
Willow heard, more than saw, Asher walk towards Nathaniel. She turned a little, though, to see Asher put one of his hands on Nathaniel's braid while the other went to bare stomach; his fingers skimmed along the waistband of the skimpy shorts the young man was wearing and then he flexed them so he could dig his nails into his stomach. He didn't do much more than break the skin, scratching the surface, but Nathaniel moaned and closed his eyes. Willow could see the beginning of arousal, swelling underneath the swatch of fabric he wore.
"There is nothing wrong with enjoying reasonable amounts of pain, mon esclave," Asher murmured. "In this room, with us, you will not be judged."
"Th-thank you, Master," Nathaniel breathed.
"Do you seek punishment for anything?" Asher inquired.
He shook his head.
"You wish simply to serve me and my lover?" he asked. "To allow us to serve you?"
"Yes, Master," Nathaniel said, his voice purring a little.
"Will you be alright to stand there and observe?"
"Please... please let me watch," he begged.
Asher trailed his fingers upwards, over the young male's chest. The blood that had seeped through the scratches made little pinkish smears on Nathaniel's pale skin. He placed one finger against Nathaniel's mouth; the wereleopard engulfed it with his mouth, sucking upon the vampire's cool finger and most likely cleaning it.
"Good," Asher whispered. Then, he turned his head towards Willow and smiled. "What would you like from this experience, ma fifille?"
"I... um... well, I'm not really sure," she replied, without thinking. "I mean, I think my pleasure and pain receptors get a little mixed up during sex, because when we... well, you know." She blushed and looked away from Asher's amused gaze. "But, anything too extreme... I don't know if I'll like it. And, I want to learn how to make Nathaniel happy. And... you, because I think you miss this stuff."
"Do you wish to be punished for things you've done?" he asked quietly while walking towards her. "If you've eaten too many of Jason's snacks, do you wish for ten smacks of a paddle?"
Willow smiled at the thought. Then, she shook her head. "I don't think so... sir," she replied.
"Bon."
They continued from there. No one undressed---Nathaniel kept his shorts on, Asher continued to wear his leather pants, gloves, and frilly-collared shirt, and Willow still wore her lounge pants and t-shirt---but Asher directed them so Willow found it easier to fall into the submissive head space both Nathaniel and Asher had told her about upon two different occasions. She knew he was being slow and patient for her benefit, and she appreciated that.
Asher was teaching her by example, gradually teaching her how it could be to follow orders, to serve a dominant. She was learning how to give up her 'inner monologue,' as she put it, and stop thinking so much---a feat she didn't think was possible. She was also learning, to an extent, what it meant to be Nathaniel---especially in a situation like theirs.
When Asher instructed her to rise to her feet and undress, Willow said, "Yes, sir," and rose to her feet. She was nervous but when she looked into Asher's eyes and then Nathaniel's, she said nothing but acceptance and love and her nervousness didn't seem to register much with her mind.
She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it across the room. Then, she slid out of her pants and threw them in the same direction.
"Jean-Claude, stop trying to explain it to me! I don't want to understand it!"
Willow's eyes widened at the sound of Anita's voice in her mind and she looked around the room, trying to determine if Anita was approaching the room. Her mind started to race, picking up speed until thoughts were flying around inside her head.
"Ma fifille?"
She turned and looked at Asher, opening her mouth to explain what was happening, but then another voice startled her from her plan.
"Exactly!" Jean-Claude exclaimed. "You don't want to understand anything you can't approve of! We all live and die upon your approval, Anita! Can't you see that Nathaniel needs something you cannot give him? Richard needs much more, as well, in order to even turn towards happiness, but you refuse to give it to him! You refuse to consider the possibility that she can help him! Do you hate them that much?"
A stinging in her cheek made her close her eyes and bring her hand up to cover that side of her face. It was as if someone had slapped her. She knew Anita had hit Jean-Claude, wherever they were, and then she knew that the Master of the City pushed Anita into a wall with his body, pinning her in place with one knee and two hands.
"How dare you!" Anita hollered.
"How dare you," he said quietly, a sad tone in his voice.
Willow was startled from her eavesdropping when Asher put his hand over hers. "What is it?" he asked quietly.
"Jean-Claude... Anita..." Willow whispered. "They're having a fight."
"Close your shields," he advised.
Willow frowned. "They are closed. Or I thought they were... or something."
"Do you wish to stop?"
She swallowed hard and shook her head. "N-no," she replied. "I don't want to stop. I just... they keep bubbling into my head and---"
"Stop talking, ma fifille," he interrupted in a firm, but still somewhat gentle, voice. Willow fell silent and looked at him; he moved his hand from hers and brushed his fingers over her lips, before stepping away. He walked around her, putting his hand on the back of her neck. When he squeezed, very gently, a tingle ran from her neck to her toes and she almost moaned. "Relax... ignore what is happening outside this room," he advised. "Concentrate on me and my demands."
Willow nodded. The fight seemed to fade away. Asher's fingers slid from her neck and travelled along her spine.
"Finish undressing," he instructed.
She nodded again, before removing her bra and underwear. Asher took them from her before she could throw them towards the rest of her clothes and she watched as he teased Nathaniel with them; he brushed the soft fabric over his bare flesh, making the young man tremble and sigh.
It hadn't been until Asher told her to stop shielding her body that she was aware of hiding her flesh from his eyes. Subconsciously, she had angled her body and moved her arms, so that a little bit of her body was protected from prying eyes. It hadn't pleased the vampire any.
After telling her she would be punished for displeasing him, he walked to her front and put his hands on her hips. He pulled her to his body and let his fingers roam over her flesh; he exploited her most erogenous zones, those secret places she hadn't known about until she allowed someone else to touch her.
"It pleases me to look at you," he whispered. "All of you."
She nodded. "Yes, sir," she whispered in reply.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of... nothing to hide," he said, his voice a little louder and a little more firm. "You are perfect."
Willow blushed. She wondered if she could keep playing these games with Asher so he would continue to boost her self-esteem.
Asher kissed her forehead and stepped away. After a few feet were put between them, Willow relaxed her body and stood in front of him as she tried to get used to the idea of being so exposed to the two men in the room.
"Mon esclave? What to you think of ten slaps with the paddle?" Asher asked Nathaniel.
"Master... for who?"
"For ma fifille and your mistress," he replied. Asher smiled. "Ten wouldn't be enough for you," he said in a decided tone of voice.
"Thank you, Master," Nathaniel breathed. He looked at Willow, his lilac eyes a much deeper shade of purple. "It sounds appropriate, sir. Whatever you think is best for us."
Asher turned his gaze upon Willow. "Crawl to the wall of implements," he instructed.
"Yes, sir," Willow replied before dropping to her knees. She crawled, carefully once she left the carpet, and stopped in front of a wall she hadn't paid much attention to before. Some of the things hanging from hooks looked frightening and she hoped Asher would be careful with her and Nathaniel.
The blond vampire had walked behind her, his booted foot teasing her calf and ankle. "Which do you think I should use?" he asked her.
"I... I don't know, sir," she whispered.
"Perhaps, then, you should crawl up onto the bench and wait for me on your hands and knees," he suggested.
Willow nodded, sparing the wall of scary objects another look, and then she crawled a few feet away, to what looked like a day bed. Willow was relieved to see something like that---something relatively comfortable---in the unfamiliar room. She didn't know if she wanted to be tied to a rack; she didn't think she'd enjoy it as much as Nathaniel did.
Once she was settled, Asher turned and walked towards her, carrying a leather-covered paddle in his gloved hands.
"You must trust me to make this a good experience for you, ma fifille," he said as he adjusted her position and eased underneath her. She was over his lap; he was seated comfortably, one hand on her back, the other around the paddle and resting on his thigh. "Do you trust me?"
She nodded. "Yes, sir," she replied, "but... I don't know how you'll make this feel good."
"Do not worry about that," he whispered. "Simply trust me, and that will be enough."
Willow nodded again and closed her eyes. Asher's hand travelled over her spine before massaging her shoulders one at a time. Willow found herself sighing and relaxing, and as he massaged her weary muscles, he gave her instructions: to count out loud, to stay in place, to make as much noise as she needed to, and to use the safety word if she was even a little uncomfortable.
The first swat hadn't been a swat at all. It had been more like a caress, the leather of the paddle brushing over her bottom; she gasped and he laughed.
They increased in intensity, but they were never too much for her to handle. She knew that Asher's wandering hand had been a part of it---his free hand had made its way between her legs and was slowly stroking her core. One leather-covered finger worked its way inside of her before the fourth slap of the paddle and Willow moaned, dropping her head down and rocking back into the sensations for which Asher was responsible.
The ninth spanking had Willow careening into an unexpected climax so that she barely felt the tenth at all. She managed to count them all, but she was afraid that between the unexpected crying, the moaning, and the yelp of surprise as her muscles contracted, her count on the final one wasn't articulated properly.
The vampire set the paddle down and eased Willow into his arms. She sniffled and buried her face into his neck.
"I love you, and I hate myself for what I have done... what I have passed onto you. I wish I could spare you this... I wish we did not have to go down this road... but here we are, nevertheless."
It had been Jean-Claude's voice, but for a moment, Willow had wondered if it was Asher's thought.
"I heard it, too," the blond vampire whispered. He kissed her temple and stroked his hand over her braid. "How do you feel?" he inquired.
"Unpredictably good," she murmured. She examined her thoughts and feelings and then continued, "Kind of like a weight was lifted off of my shoulders... but I don't know why. It's just... maybe it's a little light-headed rush or something."
"Do you feel ready to give our kitten what he needs?"
Willow swallowed hard. "You're gonna help, right... sir?"
Asher kissed her neck and nodded once he was looking at her again. "Of course," he whispered. "But, first, let me finish taking care of you," he insisted.
"Finish---what---"
He had surprised her. After taking his gloves off, he slowly massaged her neck and back, and then rubbed some sort of lotion over her reddened flesh. He took his time, giving her pleasure in a gentler way. Willow knew that if she had even an ounce of feline inside of her, she would have been purring.
Once he was finished, he put his gloves on again and handed her a silk robe. It was a rich blue, with green and gold accents, and its pattern and style told her it was inspired by Asian fashion. He unbraided her hair and combed it out, before gently kissing her neck.
"Look at him," Asher whispered.
Willow lifted her eyes and looked at Nathaniel. He was sagging against the chains, tears streaming down his face as he looked at both of them with wide and hungry eyes.
"Look at how much he wants this... wants us," the vampire whispered. "Does it affect you?"
"Of course it does," Willow replied quietly, her voice a little unsteady. "I... I'm afraid to fail him."
"We won't," Asher promised her.
The witch nodded and rose to her feet, drawn to the weeping wereleopard. She was vaguely aware of Asher following her, but her need to make Nathaniel feel better seemed to overpower everything else on her mind and around her body. She didn't stop walking until she was in front of the crying man; she cupped his face in her hands and smeared the tears' paths away.
"Please... Mistress... Master..." he whispered. His breath hitched in his chest between words.
"It's going to be okay," Willow murmured. "In this room, you belong to us." She glanced at Asher and saw him nod. She continued talking, using Asher's performance as inspiration for her own. "Your pleasure and your pain will be controlled by us," she told him. "Are you willing to give up---"
"Please, yes, so willing," Nathaniel blurted out, his tongue tumbling over the words.
Asher chuckled. "Let us start slowly," he insisted.
He reached into his pants' pocket and pulled out what looked like a silver chain with a few charms dangling from it; closer inspection, however, told Willow that the charms were small clamps and they hung from either end of the chain.
Willow frowned. "Those are sil---"
"Please put them on," Nathaniel whispered, looking at the vampire.
"Your mistress will," Asher insisted. "Ma fifille, please take these," he instructed. When she did, he smoothed one gloved hand over Nathaniel's chest. He pinched one of the wereleopard's nipples, evoking a small cry from the younger man, and then he motioned towards the clamp. "You work the nipple into a point," he said quietly. "You tease it... pinch it... feel it. Feel him harden under your fingers. Then, take the clamp and place it on the tiny peak."
"Won't it hurt?"
The vampire smirked. "That is the point."
"Oh."
"Go on," he urged. "Touch your familiar."
Willow nodded and brought her hand to Nathaniel's chest. She placed it over his pectoral muscle, feeling his nipple tightening under the palm of her hand. She then took it between her fingers and rolled it, pinching it slightly and mimicking the way Asher teased her when they were having more enthusiastic sex than normal. The wereleopard cried and twisted, but his movements were half-hearted.
Nathaniel's reaction startled her from her thoughts and she realised that she needed to be more aware of him---not only to read his reactions and know what else he needed, but also to fully share the experience with him.
She pressed her body against his, the silk of her robe rubbing against his nearly-nude form, and she rested her head on his shoulder as she continued to tease that same small piece of darker skin. Nathaniel trembled and swallowed hard, making quiet mewling noises in the back of his throat. Willow looked at Asher and saw how different his eyes were---nearly completely blue, drowning in energy and lust. He nodded and she brought the clamp up to Nathaniel's chest.
"Cry out if you need to," Willow murmured.
He frequently wore silver hair clips, but Willow worried about the effect the metal would have, pinching very delicate skin. But, she trusted Asher to know what Nathaniel would like, since she had no sweet clue, and she put the first clamp on him.
Nathaniel's cry was wild and high-pitched. He didn't flinch or twist but he used his voice to express everything he was feeling. Willow heard it all in that wordless cry: pleasure and pain, happiness, relief, anticipation, desire, and so on. It intrigued and pleased her.
She stayed close to him as she prepared his other nipple for the other clamp and she felt a shiver of desire, descending to the pit of her stomach, as Nathaniel cried out again.
His deep breathing stretched the chain and tugged upon the clamps. Willow remarked that he seemed to breathe more deeply after he had been pinched by those silver bits, as if he were welcoming the pain.
"Does that feel okay?" she asked, needing verbal confirmation.
The wereleopard nodded. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered, looking at her with wide eyes. "It feels very good."
She smiled and before she knew what she was doing, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. It was a kiss of affection, of comfort and praise---not necessarily of lust. Willow knew he needed reassurance---that they still cared for him, that they didn't think his needs were bizarre, that he was making them happy---and she let her instincts guide her communication with the young man.
After sharing a look with Asher, she walked across the room, towards the wall of implements, and her eyes landed upon a series of small knives. She knew, from watching Asher, that sometimes the acting, the illusion, was more effective than anything else. She also knew that Nathaniel would need real pain to feel satisfied, but she wanted to heighten his senses and make his anticipation burn more hotly.
The redhead took a small knife down from the wall. Its handle was inscribed with two words---"not silver"---under the hilt, so she knew it would be perfect because she wouldn't have to worry about scarring or too much damage.
When she walked towards the men, Nathaniel's eyes moved from hers to the knife over and over. Asher was smirking; Willow wasn't sure, but if she had to guess, she would have said the vampire looked proud.
Willow brought the knife up to Nathaniel's jaw, teasing the skin with its tip, and then she trailed it downwards. It tugged on the chain that ran across his chest and he reacted, his hips tightening, but he barely said more than a whimper. She brought it over one side of his chest, letting the metal bite into his skin; it left a scratch, blood seeping through it, and she let the red liquid well up and slide across pale skin. She was already moving the knife downwards, towards the scratches Asher had made earlier.
Nathaniel moaned and whimpered, loudly, when she reopened one of those nearly-healed scratches. She reopened another and even Asher made a tiny noise of pleasure.
As she trailed her hand, and knife, down even further, skipping his shorts and moving down his legs, Asher moved in towards the wereleopard. While Willow teased him---but didn't draw anymore blood---Asher licked the scratches clean.
The auburn-haired man whimpered and begged them both to stop teasing him.
"It is our pleasure, mon esclave," Asher whispered, "to tease you if we so desire."
"It's so much to feel, Master," Nathaniel mumbled, sniffling a little.
"There's still more to come," Willow reminded him as she rose to a standing position again. She brought the knife to his waist and then slowly cut the shorts away from Nathaniel's body. Something inside of her---instinct, perhaps---wanted him bare and exposed, as she had been for her time under Asher's care. "Is it too much?"
Nathaniel swallowed hard and shook his head. "N-no, Mistress."
Willow and Asher unchained the wereleopard after that exchange. They took him to a rack, at Asher's suggestion, and chained him to it; the device bent the Nathaniel over at the waist, and the sight of him so vulnerable made Willow's body tighten and warm. Asher was affected, too; he looked at the younger man hungrily, licking his lips as he walked around his bent form.
"Ma fifille," Asher purred, "perhaps you could select some toys from the wall, with which we may treat notre esclave, while I find some things in the cabinet?"
Willow looked at him and then at the wall and cabinet. She had never seen inside of it, so she had no idea what Asher would bring out for Nathaniel's sake. She nodded, though, and walked back to the wall. After cleaning the knife, she replaced it and started to look at the floggers and paddles hanging from hooks. She chose a paddle that was similar to the one Asher had used upon her, except that there were raised pieces of smooth silver on the paddles surface, like little round studs in the leather. Then, she chose a flogger that had at first looked as if it were made of barbed wire; upon closer examination, however, she saw that the strands coming from the handle were rubber, with rubber barbs tied around each strand.
When she turned back to Asher and Nathaniel, she saw the vampire holding something cylindrical, maybe a few inches long and a couple thick. It had a base at one end and a bulb at the other. It wasn't until Asher walked around to stroke his hand over Nathaniel's upper thigh that she realised what it was. He had picked up a small bottle of clear liquid and drizzled it sparingly over the device.
Asher worked it into the wereleopard and praised him while he did so. Once it was inside the young man, the base rested firmly against each cheek of his ass; looking almost like a target, Willow thought.
The blond vampire approved of the toys Willow had chosen, and he put them on a bench in front of Nathaniel. "See what she has chosen for you?" he asked.
Nathaniel's response was a low moan.
"He approves," Asher said with a smirk.
Willow was then taught how to use the paddle, swinging it through the air a few times to figure out how heavy it was to her arm and wrist before she administered any type of treatment upon Nathaniel's skin. Asher stood behind her while she gently slapped that flesh, growing more comfortable with the movement; after the first few slaps, his hands wandered. He untied the robe and slipped his gloved hand against her stomach and then over her abdomen and between her legs. Willow struggled to ignore him, but as she was turning Nathaniel's backside a nice and rosy shade of pink, she heard herself moaning Asher's name.
The vampire stopped before he could bring her to orgasm, which was frustrating, but it also gave Willow's actions a warmth they hadn't had before.
He withdrew his fingers from between her legs and he kissed her neck. She could see her body's natural lubrication coating the leather-encased fingers, and she blushed, but she could feel nothing but pleasure from Asher so she tried not to ruin the moment.
As she continued to redden Nathaniel's skin, Asher walked to his head. He looked down at the wereleopard and smirked before speaking. "Perhaps," he said, while dropping his hand in front of Nathaniel's face, "you should be gagged for a while."
"Yes, Ma-master," Nathaniel replied, over one of Willow's spankings.
He took Asher's fingers, coated with Willow's juices, into his mouth and sucked. Willow leaned up on the tips of her toes and saw Nathaniel's cheeks hollowed as he sucked on the offering Asher had given him. She thought she was uncomfortable with it, but she felt, more than saw, Nathaniel relax into both of them, so she continued what she was doing.
"Such a nice colour," Willow murmured as she set the paddle down and rubbed her hands over Nathaniel's flesh. "Very pretty, kitten."
"Release me so you may address your mistress," Asher instructed.
Nathaniel released Asher's fingers with an audible 'pop' and then he craned his neck to look at Willow. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered.
"Are you ready for more?"
"Please, Mistress," he replied.
Asher clucked his tongue and looked at Nathaniel. "Are you a biter?"
"No, Master," Nathaniel replied. "Do you want to gag me more effectively, sir?"
"No questions," Asher scolded.
Nathaniel nodded and pressed his lips together. The vampire smiled. "If you do not mind---"
"Not at all, Master," Nathaniel insisted.
Willow picked up the flogger and Asher unzipped his pants, much to the witch's surprise. His erection was solid and leaking, poking through the two sides of Asher's red shirt, and he wrapped one gloved hand around it. She watched in amazement as Nathaniel opened his mouth and took every inch that Asher offered him, swallowing that phallace without gagging or even looking like he was smothering his gag reflex.
Asher put his hand on the base of Nathaniel's hair's braid and he held the younger man's head to his pelvis. He nodded at Willow and her hand tightened on the handle of the flogger.
Her first few lashes were gentle, as she learned how the device felt to be swung about. Then, she picked up her pace and strengthened her force and she watched Nathaniel very carefully. The wereleopard wasn't relaxed but it was as if his body welcomed every blow.
A few more minutes passed and Willow noticed that tears were streaming down Nathaniel's face and that Asher was wiping them away between growls and groans.
The vampire nearly roared as Nathaniel apparently sucked his erection to climax, but it stayed inside the man's mouth for a few moments. Willow could see his jaw working and she wondered what he was doing. Whatever it was, it pleased Asher; the vampire dropped to his knees and kissed the wereleopard before whispering words of praise.
The sight of that tender moment had caused Willow to slow her own actions. A whimper and shifting of weight from Nathaniel brought her back to the task at hand, so to speak, and she massaged his red flesh before continuing with the flogger.
She continued until he broke---Asher had warned her of that moment, and she had felt it herself, so it was easy to spot. He cried and then burst into sobs as Willow's last lash broke the skin, his entire body shaking.
She gave him one more, but much more gentle, lash, and then she dropped the flogger and put her hands over that hot flesh. She kneaded and rubbed, then adding ointment when Asher produced it. She kissed his lower back and wrapped her arms around his waist. She could feel the end of the sexual toy pressing against her bare abdomen. She almost removed it, but Asher's hand stopped her.
"Help me untie him and we will take him to the bench," Asher instructed, gesturing towards the day bed.
Soon, Nathaniel was stretched out on one side, sandwiched between them. Willow knew, through their mental link, what her job would be---she would remove the nipple clamps when Asher told her to do so. Asher was using one hand to piston the toy in and out of Nathaniel's body while using his other to hold onto Nathaniel's erection. The wereleopard was making quiet noises of pleasure, between sniffling and thanking both of them for taking care of him.
Willow kissed his forehead, his cheeks, and his chin, and waited for Asher's command. When he gave it, Nathaniel's body had been very tense again. She released the clamps and on instinct, again, she leaned in and kissed his lips. She felt something warm and wet splashing against her stomach; a rattling moan came from his throat and faded away into her mouth.
When the kissing was over, Nathaniel surprised them by crying again. Willow stroked her fingers over his face and neck and Asher held him from behind, his gloves off so he could touch the younger man with his own skin.
"We will hold him for a while and then move him to our suite," Asher whispered through her mind.
Willow nodded and took Nathaniel's hand in hers. Their fingers threaded together and he held on to her tightly, not wanting to let go.
The witch could admit that she felt something similar in return.
TBC...
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
RATING: en.sea.xvii overall
PAIRING: Willow/Asher, slight Willow/Richard and Willow/Asher/Nathaniel... plus, regular Anita pairings
SPOILERS: For the two fandoms... up until Micah for AB; the two series for Buffyverse stuff.
WARNINGS: A little bit of BDSM.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone, except the Master of the City of Lafayette and her entourage.
NOTES: This story is a sequel to "Alive at Last." And this particular chapter was pretty hard for me to write. So, while I accept constructive critiques, I'd really rather it if you be gentle. My BDSM experience is minimal, and I'm not really good with making stuff like that up. So... yeah. Okay. On with the story, I guess!
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4-6, 7, 8
PART NINE
"Sometimes, it is about atonement," the blond vampire said as he walked a slow circle around Willow, who was kneeling on a rug in the middle of a room she had never seen before, "sometimes, it is simply about feeling something sharper... something more vivid... but all the time, it is about control. Losing control, by being controlled... taking control, by controlling someone.
"It is also about trust and serving your partner's needs," he said, continued, circling her again. "I serve you by giving you what you need... you serve me through submission, through accepting what I give you." He paused and then asked, "Do you understand?"
Willow swallowed hard as she processed what Asher was saying. It made sense. She could understand why it appealed to Nathaniel. She knew Asher would treat her well, but she wasn't sure if she could be what the wereleopard needed.
"Do you understand?" he asked quietly.
She nodded. "Yes," she murmured.
"For our time together," he told her, "it would be best if you are dominant to Nathaniel, while I am dominant to you both. You will play both roles, mon colibri, and hopefully, through these roles, you will learn what Nathaniel requires and be able to give it to him."
"What do you get out of it?"
He brushed his glove-clad fingers against her hair, trailing them over the braid he had formed with her long, red tresses. "I get to take care of you... I get to share something with you that I haven't shared with anyone I love in a long time," he replied honestly. "I am also presented with an opportunity I would not have in my grasp under normal circumstances," he added, gesturing towards Nathaniel.
Willow turned her head slightly so she could see the wereleopard. He was standing, but each ankle and each wrist was chained to the wall; Willow suspected that he could have broken free if he wanted to do so, but by the look on his face, she knew he didn't want to escape.
"We must choose a safety word," Asher said to both of them, "for even if we do not share this word in front of Allura, it is necessary to have one." He looked at Nathaniel. "Even for you, mon chaton."
Nathaniel nodded and told them that Willow could pick the word. Willow nibbled on her lower lip as she tried to think of a good word, a word no one could possibly use in the heat of the moment---unless they wanted to stop everything.
"Computer?"
Asher's lips twitched into a smile. "Very well," he agreed. "So our first rule is that while we are in a scene such as this, if you are ever uncomfortable, say 'computer,' and we will stop---either completely or until we resolve the situation. D'accord?"
"Yes," both Willow and Nathaniel said, at nearly the same time.
"Our second rule is that I am to be addressed as either 'sir' or 'Master,' and only when you are spoken to," he continued. "In this scenario, I may call you whatever I please. It will make it easier, to separate play from our lives and to assist us in reaching those places---submissive and dominant---in our minds." He paused and then motioned to Nathaniel. "Perhaps... for you, Nathaniel, mon esclave?"
"O-okay," the wereleopard replied, his voice a little more breathless as his eyes grew darker.
"And... for my lover... ma fifille," he decided.
Willow's brow furrowed. She didn't understand what the term meant.
"It is... a pejorative expression... for..." he trailed off and snapped his fingers. "Little girl," he told her. "Understand that is not how I see you---"
"I know how you see me," she assured him quietly. "I don't mind a little... role-playing... is Nathaniel gonna call me that, too?"
Asher arched an eyebrow.
Willow blushed and then quickly added, "Sir?"
He smiled and brushed his fingers along her temple. "He may call you 'mistress', if he prefers, when you are... topping him." He paused in his circles around her kneeling form and then asked a question. "Ma fifille, how are your knees and legs?"
"Sore, sir," she admitted.
"Then, shift your weight, or rock back and sit upon your heels for a few moments," he advised. "This will be longer, because there is much to learn, and I do not wish to cause you harm."
She nodded and followed his suggestion. Her muscles welcomed the relief, as little as it was, and she was able to go back into her kneeling position, with her hands clasped behind her back, with a bit more ease than she had expected she'd have.
"What do you want from this session, mon esclave?"
Nathaniel sucked in a quick breath and then he let it out very slowly. Then, he spoke. "I don't want to be humiliated, Master," he told Asher, "but I do like pain. Anita says I like it too much, so I---"
Willow heard, more than saw, Asher walk towards Nathaniel. She turned a little, though, to see Asher put one of his hands on Nathaniel's braid while the other went to bare stomach; his fingers skimmed along the waistband of the skimpy shorts the young man was wearing and then he flexed them so he could dig his nails into his stomach. He didn't do much more than break the skin, scratching the surface, but Nathaniel moaned and closed his eyes. Willow could see the beginning of arousal, swelling underneath the swatch of fabric he wore.
"There is nothing wrong with enjoying reasonable amounts of pain, mon esclave," Asher murmured. "In this room, with us, you will not be judged."
"Th-thank you, Master," Nathaniel breathed.
"Do you seek punishment for anything?" Asher inquired.
He shook his head.
"You wish simply to serve me and my lover?" he asked. "To allow us to serve you?"
"Yes, Master," Nathaniel said, his voice purring a little.
"Will you be alright to stand there and observe?"
"Please... please let me watch," he begged.
Asher trailed his fingers upwards, over the young male's chest. The blood that had seeped through the scratches made little pinkish smears on Nathaniel's pale skin. He placed one finger against Nathaniel's mouth; the wereleopard engulfed it with his mouth, sucking upon the vampire's cool finger and most likely cleaning it.
"Good," Asher whispered. Then, he turned his head towards Willow and smiled. "What would you like from this experience, ma fifille?"
"I... um... well, I'm not really sure," she replied, without thinking. "I mean, I think my pleasure and pain receptors get a little mixed up during sex, because when we... well, you know." She blushed and looked away from Asher's amused gaze. "But, anything too extreme... I don't know if I'll like it. And, I want to learn how to make Nathaniel happy. And... you, because I think you miss this stuff."
"Do you wish to be punished for things you've done?" he asked quietly while walking towards her. "If you've eaten too many of Jason's snacks, do you wish for ten smacks of a paddle?"
Willow smiled at the thought. Then, she shook her head. "I don't think so... sir," she replied.
"Bon."
They continued from there. No one undressed---Nathaniel kept his shorts on, Asher continued to wear his leather pants, gloves, and frilly-collared shirt, and Willow still wore her lounge pants and t-shirt---but Asher directed them so Willow found it easier to fall into the submissive head space both Nathaniel and Asher had told her about upon two different occasions. She knew he was being slow and patient for her benefit, and she appreciated that.
Asher was teaching her by example, gradually teaching her how it could be to follow orders, to serve a dominant. She was learning how to give up her 'inner monologue,' as she put it, and stop thinking so much---a feat she didn't think was possible. She was also learning, to an extent, what it meant to be Nathaniel---especially in a situation like theirs.
When Asher instructed her to rise to her feet and undress, Willow said, "Yes, sir," and rose to her feet. She was nervous but when she looked into Asher's eyes and then Nathaniel's, she said nothing but acceptance and love and her nervousness didn't seem to register much with her mind.
She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it across the room. Then, she slid out of her pants and threw them in the same direction.
"Jean-Claude, stop trying to explain it to me! I don't want to understand it!"
Willow's eyes widened at the sound of Anita's voice in her mind and she looked around the room, trying to determine if Anita was approaching the room. Her mind started to race, picking up speed until thoughts were flying around inside her head.
"Ma fifille?"
She turned and looked at Asher, opening her mouth to explain what was happening, but then another voice startled her from her plan.
"Exactly!" Jean-Claude exclaimed. "You don't want to understand anything you can't approve of! We all live and die upon your approval, Anita! Can't you see that Nathaniel needs something you cannot give him? Richard needs much more, as well, in order to even turn towards happiness, but you refuse to give it to him! You refuse to consider the possibility that she can help him! Do you hate them that much?"
A stinging in her cheek made her close her eyes and bring her hand up to cover that side of her face. It was as if someone had slapped her. She knew Anita had hit Jean-Claude, wherever they were, and then she knew that the Master of the City pushed Anita into a wall with his body, pinning her in place with one knee and two hands.
"How dare you!" Anita hollered.
"How dare you," he said quietly, a sad tone in his voice.
Willow was startled from her eavesdropping when Asher put his hand over hers. "What is it?" he asked quietly.
"Jean-Claude... Anita..." Willow whispered. "They're having a fight."
"Close your shields," he advised.
Willow frowned. "They are closed. Or I thought they were... or something."
"Do you wish to stop?"
She swallowed hard and shook her head. "N-no," she replied. "I don't want to stop. I just... they keep bubbling into my head and---"
"Stop talking, ma fifille," he interrupted in a firm, but still somewhat gentle, voice. Willow fell silent and looked at him; he moved his hand from hers and brushed his fingers over her lips, before stepping away. He walked around her, putting his hand on the back of her neck. When he squeezed, very gently, a tingle ran from her neck to her toes and she almost moaned. "Relax... ignore what is happening outside this room," he advised. "Concentrate on me and my demands."
Willow nodded. The fight seemed to fade away. Asher's fingers slid from her neck and travelled along her spine.
"Finish undressing," he instructed.
She nodded again, before removing her bra and underwear. Asher took them from her before she could throw them towards the rest of her clothes and she watched as he teased Nathaniel with them; he brushed the soft fabric over his bare flesh, making the young man tremble and sigh.
It hadn't been until Asher told her to stop shielding her body that she was aware of hiding her flesh from his eyes. Subconsciously, she had angled her body and moved her arms, so that a little bit of her body was protected from prying eyes. It hadn't pleased the vampire any.
After telling her she would be punished for displeasing him, he walked to her front and put his hands on her hips. He pulled her to his body and let his fingers roam over her flesh; he exploited her most erogenous zones, those secret places she hadn't known about until she allowed someone else to touch her.
"It pleases me to look at you," he whispered. "All of you."
She nodded. "Yes, sir," she whispered in reply.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of... nothing to hide," he said, his voice a little louder and a little more firm. "You are perfect."
Willow blushed. She wondered if she could keep playing these games with Asher so he would continue to boost her self-esteem.
Asher kissed her forehead and stepped away. After a few feet were put between them, Willow relaxed her body and stood in front of him as she tried to get used to the idea of being so exposed to the two men in the room.
"Mon esclave? What to you think of ten slaps with the paddle?" Asher asked Nathaniel.
"Master... for who?"
"For ma fifille and your mistress," he replied. Asher smiled. "Ten wouldn't be enough for you," he said in a decided tone of voice.
"Thank you, Master," Nathaniel breathed. He looked at Willow, his lilac eyes a much deeper shade of purple. "It sounds appropriate, sir. Whatever you think is best for us."
Asher turned his gaze upon Willow. "Crawl to the wall of implements," he instructed.
"Yes, sir," Willow replied before dropping to her knees. She crawled, carefully once she left the carpet, and stopped in front of a wall she hadn't paid much attention to before. Some of the things hanging from hooks looked frightening and she hoped Asher would be careful with her and Nathaniel.
The blond vampire had walked behind her, his booted foot teasing her calf and ankle. "Which do you think I should use?" he asked her.
"I... I don't know, sir," she whispered.
"Perhaps, then, you should crawl up onto the bench and wait for me on your hands and knees," he suggested.
Willow nodded, sparing the wall of scary objects another look, and then she crawled a few feet away, to what looked like a day bed. Willow was relieved to see something like that---something relatively comfortable---in the unfamiliar room. She didn't know if she wanted to be tied to a rack; she didn't think she'd enjoy it as much as Nathaniel did.
Once she was settled, Asher turned and walked towards her, carrying a leather-covered paddle in his gloved hands.
"You must trust me to make this a good experience for you, ma fifille," he said as he adjusted her position and eased underneath her. She was over his lap; he was seated comfortably, one hand on her back, the other around the paddle and resting on his thigh. "Do you trust me?"
She nodded. "Yes, sir," she replied, "but... I don't know how you'll make this feel good."
"Do not worry about that," he whispered. "Simply trust me, and that will be enough."
Willow nodded again and closed her eyes. Asher's hand travelled over her spine before massaging her shoulders one at a time. Willow found herself sighing and relaxing, and as he massaged her weary muscles, he gave her instructions: to count out loud, to stay in place, to make as much noise as she needed to, and to use the safety word if she was even a little uncomfortable.
The first swat hadn't been a swat at all. It had been more like a caress, the leather of the paddle brushing over her bottom; she gasped and he laughed.
They increased in intensity, but they were never too much for her to handle. She knew that Asher's wandering hand had been a part of it---his free hand had made its way between her legs and was slowly stroking her core. One leather-covered finger worked its way inside of her before the fourth slap of the paddle and Willow moaned, dropping her head down and rocking back into the sensations for which Asher was responsible.
The ninth spanking had Willow careening into an unexpected climax so that she barely felt the tenth at all. She managed to count them all, but she was afraid that between the unexpected crying, the moaning, and the yelp of surprise as her muscles contracted, her count on the final one wasn't articulated properly.
The vampire set the paddle down and eased Willow into his arms. She sniffled and buried her face into his neck.
"I love you, and I hate myself for what I have done... what I have passed onto you. I wish I could spare you this... I wish we did not have to go down this road... but here we are, nevertheless."
It had been Jean-Claude's voice, but for a moment, Willow had wondered if it was Asher's thought.
"I heard it, too," the blond vampire whispered. He kissed her temple and stroked his hand over her braid. "How do you feel?" he inquired.
"Unpredictably good," she murmured. She examined her thoughts and feelings and then continued, "Kind of like a weight was lifted off of my shoulders... but I don't know why. It's just... maybe it's a little light-headed rush or something."
"Do you feel ready to give our kitten what he needs?"
Willow swallowed hard. "You're gonna help, right... sir?"
Asher kissed her neck and nodded once he was looking at her again. "Of course," he whispered. "But, first, let me finish taking care of you," he insisted.
"Finish---what---"
He had surprised her. After taking his gloves off, he slowly massaged her neck and back, and then rubbed some sort of lotion over her reddened flesh. He took his time, giving her pleasure in a gentler way. Willow knew that if she had even an ounce of feline inside of her, she would have been purring.
Once he was finished, he put his gloves on again and handed her a silk robe. It was a rich blue, with green and gold accents, and its pattern and style told her it was inspired by Asian fashion. He unbraided her hair and combed it out, before gently kissing her neck.
"Look at him," Asher whispered.
Willow lifted her eyes and looked at Nathaniel. He was sagging against the chains, tears streaming down his face as he looked at both of them with wide and hungry eyes.
"Look at how much he wants this... wants us," the vampire whispered. "Does it affect you?"
"Of course it does," Willow replied quietly, her voice a little unsteady. "I... I'm afraid to fail him."
"We won't," Asher promised her.
The witch nodded and rose to her feet, drawn to the weeping wereleopard. She was vaguely aware of Asher following her, but her need to make Nathaniel feel better seemed to overpower everything else on her mind and around her body. She didn't stop walking until she was in front of the crying man; she cupped his face in her hands and smeared the tears' paths away.
"Please... Mistress... Master..." he whispered. His breath hitched in his chest between words.
"It's going to be okay," Willow murmured. "In this room, you belong to us." She glanced at Asher and saw him nod. She continued talking, using Asher's performance as inspiration for her own. "Your pleasure and your pain will be controlled by us," she told him. "Are you willing to give up---"
"Please, yes, so willing," Nathaniel blurted out, his tongue tumbling over the words.
Asher chuckled. "Let us start slowly," he insisted.
He reached into his pants' pocket and pulled out what looked like a silver chain with a few charms dangling from it; closer inspection, however, told Willow that the charms were small clamps and they hung from either end of the chain.
Willow frowned. "Those are sil---"
"Please put them on," Nathaniel whispered, looking at the vampire.
"Your mistress will," Asher insisted. "Ma fifille, please take these," he instructed. When she did, he smoothed one gloved hand over Nathaniel's chest. He pinched one of the wereleopard's nipples, evoking a small cry from the younger man, and then he motioned towards the clamp. "You work the nipple into a point," he said quietly. "You tease it... pinch it... feel it. Feel him harden under your fingers. Then, take the clamp and place it on the tiny peak."
"Won't it hurt?"
The vampire smirked. "That is the point."
"Oh."
"Go on," he urged. "Touch your familiar."
Willow nodded and brought her hand to Nathaniel's chest. She placed it over his pectoral muscle, feeling his nipple tightening under the palm of her hand. She then took it between her fingers and rolled it, pinching it slightly and mimicking the way Asher teased her when they were having more enthusiastic sex than normal. The wereleopard cried and twisted, but his movements were half-hearted.
Nathaniel's reaction startled her from her thoughts and she realised that she needed to be more aware of him---not only to read his reactions and know what else he needed, but also to fully share the experience with him.
She pressed her body against his, the silk of her robe rubbing against his nearly-nude form, and she rested her head on his shoulder as she continued to tease that same small piece of darker skin. Nathaniel trembled and swallowed hard, making quiet mewling noises in the back of his throat. Willow looked at Asher and saw how different his eyes were---nearly completely blue, drowning in energy and lust. He nodded and she brought the clamp up to Nathaniel's chest.
"Cry out if you need to," Willow murmured.
He frequently wore silver hair clips, but Willow worried about the effect the metal would have, pinching very delicate skin. But, she trusted Asher to know what Nathaniel would like, since she had no sweet clue, and she put the first clamp on him.
Nathaniel's cry was wild and high-pitched. He didn't flinch or twist but he used his voice to express everything he was feeling. Willow heard it all in that wordless cry: pleasure and pain, happiness, relief, anticipation, desire, and so on. It intrigued and pleased her.
She stayed close to him as she prepared his other nipple for the other clamp and she felt a shiver of desire, descending to the pit of her stomach, as Nathaniel cried out again.
His deep breathing stretched the chain and tugged upon the clamps. Willow remarked that he seemed to breathe more deeply after he had been pinched by those silver bits, as if he were welcoming the pain.
"Does that feel okay?" she asked, needing verbal confirmation.
The wereleopard nodded. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered, looking at her with wide eyes. "It feels very good."
She smiled and before she knew what she was doing, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. It was a kiss of affection, of comfort and praise---not necessarily of lust. Willow knew he needed reassurance---that they still cared for him, that they didn't think his needs were bizarre, that he was making them happy---and she let her instincts guide her communication with the young man.
After sharing a look with Asher, she walked across the room, towards the wall of implements, and her eyes landed upon a series of small knives. She knew, from watching Asher, that sometimes the acting, the illusion, was more effective than anything else. She also knew that Nathaniel would need real pain to feel satisfied, but she wanted to heighten his senses and make his anticipation burn more hotly.
The redhead took a small knife down from the wall. Its handle was inscribed with two words---"not silver"---under the hilt, so she knew it would be perfect because she wouldn't have to worry about scarring or too much damage.
When she walked towards the men, Nathaniel's eyes moved from hers to the knife over and over. Asher was smirking; Willow wasn't sure, but if she had to guess, she would have said the vampire looked proud.
Willow brought the knife up to Nathaniel's jaw, teasing the skin with its tip, and then she trailed it downwards. It tugged on the chain that ran across his chest and he reacted, his hips tightening, but he barely said more than a whimper. She brought it over one side of his chest, letting the metal bite into his skin; it left a scratch, blood seeping through it, and she let the red liquid well up and slide across pale skin. She was already moving the knife downwards, towards the scratches Asher had made earlier.
Nathaniel moaned and whimpered, loudly, when she reopened one of those nearly-healed scratches. She reopened another and even Asher made a tiny noise of pleasure.
As she trailed her hand, and knife, down even further, skipping his shorts and moving down his legs, Asher moved in towards the wereleopard. While Willow teased him---but didn't draw anymore blood---Asher licked the scratches clean.
The auburn-haired man whimpered and begged them both to stop teasing him.
"It is our pleasure, mon esclave," Asher whispered, "to tease you if we so desire."
"It's so much to feel, Master," Nathaniel mumbled, sniffling a little.
"There's still more to come," Willow reminded him as she rose to a standing position again. She brought the knife to his waist and then slowly cut the shorts away from Nathaniel's body. Something inside of her---instinct, perhaps---wanted him bare and exposed, as she had been for her time under Asher's care. "Is it too much?"
Nathaniel swallowed hard and shook his head. "N-no, Mistress."
Willow and Asher unchained the wereleopard after that exchange. They took him to a rack, at Asher's suggestion, and chained him to it; the device bent the Nathaniel over at the waist, and the sight of him so vulnerable made Willow's body tighten and warm. Asher was affected, too; he looked at the younger man hungrily, licking his lips as he walked around his bent form.
"Ma fifille," Asher purred, "perhaps you could select some toys from the wall, with which we may treat notre esclave, while I find some things in the cabinet?"
Willow looked at him and then at the wall and cabinet. She had never seen inside of it, so she had no idea what Asher would bring out for Nathaniel's sake. She nodded, though, and walked back to the wall. After cleaning the knife, she replaced it and started to look at the floggers and paddles hanging from hooks. She chose a paddle that was similar to the one Asher had used upon her, except that there were raised pieces of smooth silver on the paddles surface, like little round studs in the leather. Then, she chose a flogger that had at first looked as if it were made of barbed wire; upon closer examination, however, she saw that the strands coming from the handle were rubber, with rubber barbs tied around each strand.
When she turned back to Asher and Nathaniel, she saw the vampire holding something cylindrical, maybe a few inches long and a couple thick. It had a base at one end and a bulb at the other. It wasn't until Asher walked around to stroke his hand over Nathaniel's upper thigh that she realised what it was. He had picked up a small bottle of clear liquid and drizzled it sparingly over the device.
Asher worked it into the wereleopard and praised him while he did so. Once it was inside the young man, the base rested firmly against each cheek of his ass; looking almost like a target, Willow thought.
The blond vampire approved of the toys Willow had chosen, and he put them on a bench in front of Nathaniel. "See what she has chosen for you?" he asked.
Nathaniel's response was a low moan.
"He approves," Asher said with a smirk.
Willow was then taught how to use the paddle, swinging it through the air a few times to figure out how heavy it was to her arm and wrist before she administered any type of treatment upon Nathaniel's skin. Asher stood behind her while she gently slapped that flesh, growing more comfortable with the movement; after the first few slaps, his hands wandered. He untied the robe and slipped his gloved hand against her stomach and then over her abdomen and between her legs. Willow struggled to ignore him, but as she was turning Nathaniel's backside a nice and rosy shade of pink, she heard herself moaning Asher's name.
The vampire stopped before he could bring her to orgasm, which was frustrating, but it also gave Willow's actions a warmth they hadn't had before.
He withdrew his fingers from between her legs and he kissed her neck. She could see her body's natural lubrication coating the leather-encased fingers, and she blushed, but she could feel nothing but pleasure from Asher so she tried not to ruin the moment.
As she continued to redden Nathaniel's skin, Asher walked to his head. He looked down at the wereleopard and smirked before speaking. "Perhaps," he said, while dropping his hand in front of Nathaniel's face, "you should be gagged for a while."
"Yes, Ma-master," Nathaniel replied, over one of Willow's spankings.
He took Asher's fingers, coated with Willow's juices, into his mouth and sucked. Willow leaned up on the tips of her toes and saw Nathaniel's cheeks hollowed as he sucked on the offering Asher had given him. She thought she was uncomfortable with it, but she felt, more than saw, Nathaniel relax into both of them, so she continued what she was doing.
"Such a nice colour," Willow murmured as she set the paddle down and rubbed her hands over Nathaniel's flesh. "Very pretty, kitten."
"Release me so you may address your mistress," Asher instructed.
Nathaniel released Asher's fingers with an audible 'pop' and then he craned his neck to look at Willow. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered.
"Are you ready for more?"
"Please, Mistress," he replied.
Asher clucked his tongue and looked at Nathaniel. "Are you a biter?"
"No, Master," Nathaniel replied. "Do you want to gag me more effectively, sir?"
"No questions," Asher scolded.
Nathaniel nodded and pressed his lips together. The vampire smiled. "If you do not mind---"
"Not at all, Master," Nathaniel insisted.
Willow picked up the flogger and Asher unzipped his pants, much to the witch's surprise. His erection was solid and leaking, poking through the two sides of Asher's red shirt, and he wrapped one gloved hand around it. She watched in amazement as Nathaniel opened his mouth and took every inch that Asher offered him, swallowing that phallace without gagging or even looking like he was smothering his gag reflex.
Asher put his hand on the base of Nathaniel's hair's braid and he held the younger man's head to his pelvis. He nodded at Willow and her hand tightened on the handle of the flogger.
Her first few lashes were gentle, as she learned how the device felt to be swung about. Then, she picked up her pace and strengthened her force and she watched Nathaniel very carefully. The wereleopard wasn't relaxed but it was as if his body welcomed every blow.
A few more minutes passed and Willow noticed that tears were streaming down Nathaniel's face and that Asher was wiping them away between growls and groans.
The vampire nearly roared as Nathaniel apparently sucked his erection to climax, but it stayed inside the man's mouth for a few moments. Willow could see his jaw working and she wondered what he was doing. Whatever it was, it pleased Asher; the vampire dropped to his knees and kissed the wereleopard before whispering words of praise.
The sight of that tender moment had caused Willow to slow her own actions. A whimper and shifting of weight from Nathaniel brought her back to the task at hand, so to speak, and she massaged his red flesh before continuing with the flogger.
She continued until he broke---Asher had warned her of that moment, and she had felt it herself, so it was easy to spot. He cried and then burst into sobs as Willow's last lash broke the skin, his entire body shaking.
She gave him one more, but much more gentle, lash, and then she dropped the flogger and put her hands over that hot flesh. She kneaded and rubbed, then adding ointment when Asher produced it. She kissed his lower back and wrapped her arms around his waist. She could feel the end of the sexual toy pressing against her bare abdomen. She almost removed it, but Asher's hand stopped her.
"Help me untie him and we will take him to the bench," Asher instructed, gesturing towards the day bed.
Soon, Nathaniel was stretched out on one side, sandwiched between them. Willow knew, through their mental link, what her job would be---she would remove the nipple clamps when Asher told her to do so. Asher was using one hand to piston the toy in and out of Nathaniel's body while using his other to hold onto Nathaniel's erection. The wereleopard was making quiet noises of pleasure, between sniffling and thanking both of them for taking care of him.
Willow kissed his forehead, his cheeks, and his chin, and waited for Asher's command. When he gave it, Nathaniel's body had been very tense again. She released the clamps and on instinct, again, she leaned in and kissed his lips. She felt something warm and wet splashing against her stomach; a rattling moan came from his throat and faded away into her mouth.
When the kissing was over, Nathaniel surprised them by crying again. Willow stroked her fingers over his face and neck and Asher held him from behind, his gloves off so he could touch the younger man with his own skin.
"We will hold him for a while and then move him to our suite," Asher whispered through her mind.
Willow nodded and took Nathaniel's hand in hers. Their fingers threaded together and he held on to her tightly, not wanting to let go.
The witch could admit that she felt something similar in return.
TBC...