Posture Perfect
Kinktober 2020, Giles x Reader
((Giles has always been a character I thought entirely too complex for his own good, but that is also why he holds such a special place in my heart. Selfless and loyal are the two words I would use to describe him. He doesn’t get what he so deserves, but has a taste of it here. Please enjoy, feedback welcome.))
"Chin up and shoulders back."
Your hands were bound together from elbow to wrist behind your back, a length of purple satin ribbon criss-crossing across your skin beautifully, ending in a neat bow. A light sheen of sweat could be seen on your forehead, from both exertion and desperation.
"That's it. Now, slower, bottom out, then come back up to the tip."
Forcing your movements to a snail's pace was absolute torture, but you follow his instructions to the letter, biting your bottom lip as you begin moving again. Lowering yourself onto him once more, the moan you try to hold in escapes from between your lips as he stretches your walls deliciously at the agonizingly languid pace he's making you follow.
"Giles... This is too much..."
A smirk from behind you was not seen but definitely felt, as lips and teeth move to the nape of your neck to first chastise then soothe. Pink and red blooms over your skin, like spring flowers, and he looks at his handy work with satisfaction.
"I'll tell you when it's too much, Princess."
Gloved fingers move to your stiff nipples, twisting and pulling gently to add fuel to the fire that was threatening to consume you. The tiny bells he'd attached to your stiff tips jingle slightly as he does, their melodic tune making your entire body flush a bright pink from embarrassment.
"Breasts out, always."
Quickly correcting your posture, you thrust them forward, begging for more of his ministrations, as you take in his entire length. This time, it was his turn to groan, his deep and sensual voice echoing in the dimly lit study. Your own voice joins his as your hips grind down against him of their own accord.
"Greedy Princess..."
He murmured, enjoying what you are doing for a moment more before giving your pert bottom a light smack.
"Up you go, that's a good girl."
It took all of your self-control, and then some, to lift yourself up once more. Your walls clenched around his hardness, trying in vain to hold on. His hands move to steady your thighs, quivering with effort to do as you've been told, while trying to hold back the pleasure that's threatening to overwhelm your senses at any second. Feeling the bulbous head of his member scrape against that special spot inside you, you gasp as your knees go weak.
"Giles, I can't-- if we keep going, I won't be able to hold back!"
You are extremely close, the sweet edge of orgasm hovering just out of reach, awaiting his command. If his grunts were any indication, he was at his limit as well, and you wish your hardest for him to lose his perfect control.
Fevered hands move to your slender waist to support and still, and his shallow thrusts make you cream more as he draws out the thrill. You whimper and beg, his movements turning erratic before he pulls out at the last second to paint your buttocks a milky white.
Feeling his seed cool on your back as your pussy clenches helplessly, you whine yet holding your position. Panting lightly, you eagerly hope he will continue after catching his breath, your own release only seconds away.
The ribbon falling away from behind had you crestfallen, gentle cloth wiping away any evidence of your time together have you wishing things were different somehow.
"Giles..."
"We have to get tough cleaned up, King Byron is expecting you."
His skilled hands move to help you dress, and a silk scarf was arranged cleverly around your neck, hiding the mark he's left on you. Lilac eyes study you while you stood meekly before him. How he wished he could keep you for himself. Alas, that is not to be, never was, and never will. Training you to be the best you can be and staying by your side would have to be enough.
