Dark Desires-Giles Entry 1/1

Dark Desires

Authors: UncagedMuse and Spikeslovebite
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Giles/Willow
Summary: Giles finally unleashes the dark desires that rage within him.
Warnings: If an older man lusting after a young girl, with fantasies that hint at domination/spanking squick you…keep moving.
Disclaimer: As always these characters do not belong to us. They are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. However, using them for our own gratification is always fun!

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Day after day, with eyes full of supressed longing, he watched her. From the moment he’d first glimpsed the sweet, young girl with her mismatched clothing and awkward movements - as if she wasn’t comfortable in her own skin- he’d desperately wanted to touch. To taste. To unleash the passionate woman beneath and show her how well she really did fit inside that soft, creamy flesh.

He reminded himself constantly of her age. Sixteen when they’d met. Only sixteen, and so very vulnerable and needy. The images of how he could manipulate those traits to his advantage had his inner Ripper snarling to come forward. He was consumed with the need to see the very underage Willow strip and get on her knees before him. His body throbbed as he imagined her girlish voice moaning with the pleasure and pain he could give her.

It was wrong. He knew this, yet he never tried to deny this fact to himself. If he did, surely it would become something darker and cause so much more trouble than if he just watched the innocent girl from afar. Giving himself permission to think of her this way kept him from doing or saying anything inappropriate, but in the dark recesses of his mind…

He fought to reign in his lust, keeping a tight leash on his dark desires as he watched the redhead surreptitiously. He made it a priority to ensure that no one ever noticed how consumed by her he truly was.

Seventeen and slowly gaining confidence with the help of her friends and himself. He made it a point to lavish her with praise for research well done, or her budding magic. Gradually, she began to bloom like a wild rose. The unpolished girl was growing closer to the refined jewel he’d always known was locked inside her. God, she was so beautiful, so untainted by the world around them, so youthfully perfect, and so out of his reach.

Then it happened. Someone other than himself finally took notice of her charms. The blush of happiness on her cheeks enraged him even as it in enthralled him all the more. Oz was able to get close to her. He was allowed to touch the soft skin of her hands, run his thumb gently against her petal-soft cheek, and taste the sweetness of her perfect lips with his own.

He watched as his fiery goddess dragged her new beau out the library doors, probably destined for a secluded spot where they could be alone, and something snapped.

Inside, Ripper seethed at the audacity that this boy showed in touching what was his. No longer was he able to stop this repressed part of himself, the inner beast that he’d kept locked away since the murder of his friend by the demon they had called in their youth.

His desire for revenge overwhelmed him, consumed him in a white hot blaze as unbidden images of destroying the boy and marking Willow as forever his took on a life of their own. He burned with the need to punish her for thinking of anyone else, to chastise her with passion and pain…pleasure and revenge…to devour her and annihilate all others.

Slamming the door to his office, Giles’ arms shot out, sweeping everything that had been so neatly organized on his desk to litter the floor with broken bits of glass and paper. His blood boiled with hatred, and he howled his anger to the empty school as his desk went flying onto its side.

Images of open lash marks and blood splattered on Oz’s pale skin from Ripper’s whip as the boy hung in chains filled the watcher’s mind. A macabre smile stretched across his lips as the storm within calmed with these thoughts. Sinking to the floor, Giles allowed his head to fill with everything he’d tamped down, every emotion, every want, and every lustful desire he’d kept hidden. Willow needed to be shown who she belonged to…needed to know her place…naked and at his feet, her only duty to please him.

His tongued snaked out to lick at suddenly dry lips as his hands moved of their own volition to unbutton the confining shirt, his fingers sliding against the sweat slicked skin of his chest. He groaned and released his aching cock, imagining her standing before him, her trembling fingers fumbling as she undressed herself at his command. Wrapping his fist around the base, he gave it a firm stroke while in his mind he ordered the now fully naked Willow to bend over his desk and take the punishing blows for daring to share her favors with another.

His hand moved faster and his balls tightened. He could almost feel her squirming beneath his palm, desperately trying to escape the punishment of her master even as that perfect peach of an arse lifted, arching into each strike until glowing red prints marred her pale flesh. Yes, she would writhe beneath him so beautifully as the heat from her backside suffused her body. Each blow would cause her to moan and beg for more, needing him to take her, to make her his woman.

As he saw himself thrusting into her from behind, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Screaming her name to the rafters, he jerked as his cock erupted, sending milky jets to coat his chest and abdomen. His body slumped, the last spurts of his cum dribbling over his fist. He drifted in a satiated haze until he was suddenly interrupted by a small gasp of shock.

Giles’ eyes sprang open and he jumped to his feet, frantically turning away from whoever had dared to invade his fantasy world. Quickly, he tried to put himself to rights before facing the humiliation of having to look at the person standing behind him. He could feel them staring a hole in his back.

But wait…why should he feel embarrassed? This person had walked into his office without knocking. If they got an eyeful, so be it, the Ripper part of him decided.

Buttoning up his shirt, he shoved his softening prick into his pants and turned to face the intruder without bothering to zip himself up. If one of the children wanted to barge in on him, why not let them see how human he was?

“What can I do for you?” he asked adopting a casual tone and stance before looking up. He was shocked to see the girl who haunted his every thought standing before him with her succulent mouth agape.

Not giving himself time to think, he moved forward, grasping her arms and slamming his mouth over hers in a brutal kiss that screamed of his need. His cock surged to life once more as she opened her mouth to his seeking tongue, gifting him with her sweetness for the first time. She hung limp in his grip, emerald eyes dazed but glowing with an inner fire. A fire that he had stoked.

Giles felt his blood sizzle in his veins and gladly succumbed to the taste of honeyed strawberries and power that was uniquely Willow as he ground his erection against her soft thigh. Nipping at her bottom lip and letting his tongue slip out to caress the sting, he heard a heady moan rumble from her throat as her small hands eagerly latched on and drew him harder against her.

Ah, yes. She would be his.

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