Xander knocked once and opened the door, sticking his head into the dimly lit room. "Cordy?"
A figure stepped into the light of a dozen candles and Xander's jaw dropped open. "That's 'commander', worm," Cordelia replied, her voice husky.
Xander ran his eyes over her voluptuous figure encased in a very close replica of Babylon 5's fourth and fifth season uniform, her hair in a slicked back knot. "Commander Ivanova?" he squeaked, closing the door behind him and leaning against it, his breathing quickening as lust raced through him.
"I thought it was my turn to play." She pulled a thin riding crop out from behind her back and tapped it against her thigh, making him swallow hard. "Out of your clothes, Garibaldi."
Scrambling to obey, Xander yanked off his clothes, sending them to the four corners of the room. Naked, he stood fidgeting in front of her, his hands itching to touch her, his cock erect and throbbing.
Cordelia ran her eyes up and down his body, then followed her gaze with the tip of the crop. Delicately she trailed it along the exposed underside of his cock, making him hiss and jerk back. With a twist of her wrist, she lightly smacked the crop against the sensitive glans, making Xander howl in painful pleasure.
"On your knees, worm."
He dropped immediately, resting back on his heels. The crop ran over his head and he lowered his eyes, then lovingly ran his tongue over the toe of one of her black leather boots.
Backing up a few steps, Cordelia sat on her vanity stool and held out one foot. Xander removed the boot, then lifted her bare foot to his mouth, sucking on each toe, then running his tongue over her sole. He repeated the actions with her other foot until she squirmed in pleasure.
Tingling all over with desire, Cordelia freed her foot from his mouth and pointed to the closet. "Fetch me the items on top of the toy chest." Obediently Xander crawled into the closet, then returned with a strap-on dildo and a leather tube with a zipper hanging out of his mouth. Stopping in front of Cordelia, he dropped the objects to the floor.
"Please, commander, don't make me wear that," he begged sweetly.
Cordelia gave him an icy look and nudged his cock with her toes, making him groan and hunch over. "Back straight and put it on. One more complaint and I add the weights."
Xander gave another groan, but obeyed, sheathing his straining cock in the tight leather, hooking the straps around his heavy testicles. He immediately began to sweat and gritted his teeth.
"Now, undress me." She rose to her feet, setting the crop behind her on the stool. Xander unfastened her trousers and peeled them down her long legs, leaving her in a black thong. Looking up, he saw her nod in approval, and he stood. Unhooking the jacket, he gently removed it, then reached for the hidden buttons on the white shirt. Pulling it down her arms, he set the clothes down on the stool, then unhooked her bra and removed it along with the thong.
Naked, her skin gleaming with perspiration, Cordelia gestured to the strap on and watched Xander pick it up and help her into the harness. She moaned slightly as the firm plastic butted against her swollen clit, then pointed to the bed. "On your stomach, legs spread.
Xander scrambled into the desired position, grunting as his bound cock was smashed beneath his stomach. His shifting and trying to find a comfortable position only earned him a slap on his ass.
Cordelia rounded the bed and pulled a tube of lube out of the drawer of the night stand. Smearing the fake cock with the slippery stuff, she meticulously wiped the excess off her fingers with a kleenex, then climbed on the bed between his legs.
Running her hands up the backs of his thighs, she felt the hair bristle as her touched raised goose bumps. Her hands slid higher, caressing his flat ass. On finger slid between the crack, making him moan in pleasure. Raising Xander slightly on his knees, Cordelia rubbed the head of the dildo against his puckered anus, watching his body tremble in anticipation.
"I just know you and Commander Sinclair have been going at it for years, right worm?"
"Yes, commander," he grunted.
"But, he's gone and your ass is mine now, right?"
"Yes, yours, all yours, commander."
"Do you want me to fuck you?" She leaned forward, her breasts brushing along his back and making him shiver."
"Yes."
"Beg, Garibaldi."
"Please commander, please fuck me, fuck me hard," Xander begged, his whole body shaking with lust at her making him say the words.
Leaning forward, Cordelia slowly pushed the tip past the tight ring of muscles, filling him with the dildo. Xander groaned, biting his lip as his anal passage stretched wider than it wanted to, and his cock throbbed with need.
As she slid in to the hilt, Cordelia rubbed her clit against the base of the dildo, moaning as heat coursed through her. Bracing her hands on either side of his shoulders, she began to thrust gently, rocking their bodies together on the dildo.
As he grew accustomed to the cock inside him, Xander began to meet her thrusts, his mind full of erotic images of Cordelia fucking him, even though he couldn't see it.
Cordelia looked down, hearing their bodies slapping together, and felt herself grow even more aroused as she realized he was enjoying it. She sped up the thrusts, grinding her swollen, throbbing pussy against the dildo on each thrust. Suddenly, her climax hit, sending her deeply into him, crying and bucking in pleasure.
Gasping for air, Cordelia pulled the dildo free, then unhooked the harness, tossing it aside. Collapsing onto her back next to Xander, she ran one languid hand down his back. "Pleasure me."
Moving to straddle her legs, Xander leaned down and ran hungry kisses over her breasts, sucking and licking at each nipple until they hardened into little pebbles. Lowering himself farther, he rubbed his leather-clad cock between her legs, making her moan as the friction caused her clit to engorge again.
Fastening his lips around one nipple, he sucked hungrily as his hand rubbed the other one and his cock churned between her legs. Trailing his mouth down her stomach, he panted harshly and fought for control. The tight top of the sheath prevented him from climaxing and it was growing painful. Rising to his knees, he backed up, then lifted her legs so that he was between them.
Lowering his head, Xander slipped his hands beneath Cordelia's bottom and lifted her. His tongue touched her clit and she moaned. As he kneaded her buttocks, he flicked and nipped her clit, making her whimper and thrash her head.
"Make me come," she demanded harshly.
He stopped teasing, sucking the hot nubbin of flesh, worrying it between his lips until she bucked and shuddered into orgasm. Lowering her hips to the bed, he lapped eagerly at her inner juices, cleaning her.
As she twitched and sighed in pleasure, Xander rose back to his knees, flexing his fingers and concentrating on his breathing, as his cock throbbed painfully.
Recovering from her orgasm, Cordelia looked up at him, noting the perspiration beading on his forehead, the wild look in eyes. Rising from the bed, she picked up the crop and walked towards the bathroom. "Come."
Stifling a groan, Xander dropped to his knees and crawled after her. Cordelia was turning on the water in the large shower, the crop laying on the counter. When the temperature was right, she stepped inside the shower and sat on the built-in bench, spreading her legs. "You will bathe me. Make one error and you will earn ten with the crop."
"Yes commander," he whispered. "May I stand?"
"Yes."
Rising to his feet, Xander stepped into the shower and reached for a washcloth and a bottle of peach bath gel. Squirting some of the soap onto the cloth, he stepped to the side so the spray could continue to wet Cordelia from the neck down.
Gently he ran the cloth over her shoulders and arms, then her breasts, carefully circling each nipple. Lifting a breast, he cleaned beneath it, then repeated the action on the other. Going back to his knees, Xander washed her navel, then her legs, finally concentrating on her pussy.
He rubbed the cloth over the curls, then the outer and inner lips, finally cleaning her clit. As it began to puff up again, his hand began to shake. A red haze of lust grew before his eyes and he pressed hard against her clit.
"Did I tell you to arouse me?" Cordelia snapped.
"No commander," Xander stammered, his face reddening and his heart pounding in anticipation.
"Out."
He quickly crawled from the shower, dripping onto the large bath mat. Cordelia turned off the water and exited the shower, reaching for the crop. "On your feet, Mr. Garibaldi, bend over and grab the toilet.
His lust nearly overwhelming him, Xander staggered to obey. As he assumed the position, his ass clenched and unclenched, awaiting punishment.
Moving to stand next to him, her feet braced, Cordelia swished the crop experimentally, then snapped it across his taut ass, making him hiss and jerk. She hit him again and again, spacing the cracks about one half inch apart on the curve of his ass. The tenth blow fell on the tender place where the backs of his thighs joined his ass, and Xander grunted, digging his fingers into the padded toilet seat cover.
Dropping the crop, Cordelia turned to examine herself critically in the wide bank of mirrors.
"Commander?" he finally asked, still bent over, his face turning red as the blood rushed into it. "May I come, please?"
"...No."
She didn't see him coming until he was pressing her forward, pushing her over the counter, his leather-clad cock slapping against her ass. "Hey!"
"Susan, there's only so far you can push me," he growled in Cordelia's ear, sending a hot shiver through her.
As one hand wormed between her legs, separating them, the other yanked down the zipper on the torture chamber around his cock. The flesh was nearly purple with need and he hissed in pain as he inadvertently brushed the tip with his fingers.
Cordelia stared wide-eyed into the mirror, seeing the look of lusty determination on his face. As her legs parted, she felt his fingers sliding inside her, pumping hard and fast, and she moaned in desire.
Removing his fingers from her grasping pussy, Xander slid one arm around her waist and twisted one of her nipples with the fingers of the other. With another growl, he slammed his cock inside her, pushing them both into the counter.
Cordelia gave a brief thanks to the designer who had curved the edges, then her mind blanked as he pounded into her, sending wild sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. The hand around her waist slid lower and Cordelia arched against it, driving Xander's fingers into the wet flesh between her legs.
Grunting with each hard thrust, Xander pinched her clit, rubbing it roughly, wanting her to come before he did and knowing he wasn't far off.
As desire screamed through her and she started to shake, Cordelia began to babble. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard. Yeah, faster...Oh God, Xander...I'm coming again, oh God..."
As her body shuddered into climax and she slumped forward, panting, Xander grabbed her ass and thrust harder. Biting his lower lip, he yelled her name and exploded inside her, seeming to come forever.
With a great groan of relief, he staggered back, slumping against the shower door. Cordelia sagged to her knees, panting for breath. A sob broke from her and Xander dropped to his knees.
"Oh, God, Cordy. Did I...did I hurt you? Are you okay, oh please..."
A huge smile on her face, Cordelia looked up at him and kissed him gently. "I'm fine. It was wonderful."
He flushed as she wrapped her arms around him and snuggled against him. "I just...I needed you so much and...I forced you," he whispered.
"Oh, Xander," she sighed, tightening her arms around his neck and placing a kiss on his neck. "You didn't force me. Everything we do is consensual, remember?"
"But, I don't think I could have stopped."
"And you didn't hurt me, did nothing TO hurt me, just fucked me hard and made me scream in pleasure. And...I think if I had said 'no' you would have stopped some how.
Xander gave her a skeptical look, but helped her to her feet and led her back to the bed. As they slid beneath the sheets, he turned towards her. "I'm sorry I broke out of the role playing."
Cordelia gave him a sleepy smile and reached for his hand. "Oh, I don't know. You're probably right about Garibaldi only taking it so long. I wanted you to be that assistant guy of hers but I couldn't remember his name."
"Oh, yeah, he'd probably never get to come," Xander chuckled. "So, what's up next? Planet of the Apes?"
"You wanna wear a hot gorilla suit?"
"How about Tarzan and Jane." He gave her a lecherous look and Cordelia grinned, then turned off the light.
"Good night, Xan. I love you."
"I love you, too, my very own Jane."
End