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He lay there watching…

Always watching her…

Waiting for her to notice him…

Wanting the smallest scrap of attention – he would settle for anything she offered. Be it a fist in the face or the softest kiss and he accepted either eagerly.
His tousled bleached curls framed, and softened his face.

He leant forward…his lips hovering near her shoulder…she pretended not to notice…as usual.

She had ignored his sexual call for so long that it became second nature. Until that fateful night when they brought down the house and she let down her walls for a brief and exciting night. Promising herself it would be only the one time – how wrong she had been and now…

Well now she was caught in his sensual games. Her addiction for him was at its height and there was no resisting him.

She closed her eyes and rolled her face away from his burning gaze. The carpet that covered them was rough on her sweat soaked skin. Her short hair brushed against her naked shoulders. Teasing her. Tickling her. Reminding her of his fingers as they worked their magic on her fevered skin.

Reminding her for a brief moment of the bliss she lost when her friends had ripped her from her eternal peace.

It was too much…

To hard…

She took a deep breath and heard his answering sigh.

A clink of metal broke the silence.

She looked over and saw them hanging from his fingers. They glittered in the candlelight. She was focussed on him and barely heard him speak. Only saw the smirk that curled his sensual lips…

They hung there - temptation incarnate

Freedom to give into her deepest desire, which tickled at the edge of her subconscious - but good girls didn’t do that…

Or did they? Buffy reached for the handcuffs and ran her fingers over the cold links. Her eyes were distant…

Could she?

Would she?

Did she trust herself to let him?

Would the Slayer in her let a demon dominate her even if it was sexually?

She was so tempted…

He was so tempting with his sloe-eyed gaze. His eyes were filled with promises of delight and luscious sin.

Could she give in to him again?

Maybe one more time…




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