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"I knew there was something going on between you two."
The angry, yelling, very familiar voice sent Xander and Willow stumbling apart, where moments before they had been in the stacks, looking through a book, their bodies pressed together every where they could possibly touch, rubbing.
"Oz," Willow said, horrified, turning white.
"Shut up," Oz responded harshly. "Not a word from you."
"Hey, wolf boy."
Anything else Xander might have said was blocked by Oz' fist in his mouth. The blow sent him reeling back against the study carrel. Growling, Oz leapt, pummeling the larger man into the desk. Xander struggled feebly, stunned by Oz' violence and strength.
Between blows, Oz grunted harshly, "You stupid bastard, you could have had her anytime, but you had to wait until she was mine."
"Get...off..." Xander panted, his lip and nose bleeding freely as he tried to push Oz off of him.
Finally, Xander was able to struggle to his feet and launched a weak counter-offensive. One decisive upper-cut from Oz sent him to the ground unconscious.
"Xander," Willow screamed. As she tried to rush past Oz to reach Xander, he grabbed her around the waist, then tossed her over his shoulder. Startled, Willow kicked him in the stomach and Oz slapped her hard across the ass. "OW!"
"Shut up, Willow. Just shut up," he said through clenched teeth as he made his way to the rarely used multi-media room.
Hitting the light switch, he kicked the door shut behind him and unceremoniously dumped Willow onto the ancient couch.
Willow looked up at him, frightened and guilty. "Oz?"
"How could you?" he asked, so very hurt. "I've suspected for days. Every time I've seen you touch him, I've suspected. I just had to know. Now I do."
"I...I never meant to hurt you."
"I told you we shouldn't begin anything if you were still hung up on Xander and you swore you weren't."
"I'm not. I love you," she tried feebly.
Oz snorted in disbelief. "You love me, yet you're rubbing all over him like a cat in heat. Have you fucked him, Willow? Have you given him what you weren't ready to give to me?"
Willow reddened and shook her head wildly. "No, I swear. Nothing...nothing has happened."
Reaching down, Oz grabbed her wrist and jerked her to her feet. Taking her shoulders, he stared into her eyes. "Why don't I believe you, Willow?"
Her eyes slid from his and she reddened further. "We...we kissed...once, just once."
Oz shook her hard, sending her hair flying, and demanded, "When?"
"Home...homecoming," she stammered.
His eyes flashed wildly. "And you haven't kissed me since before that night. It's been a week. I've kinda wondered. I thought maybe I'd done something to anger you. Until yesterday, when I saw you and Harris playing footsie at lunch and it all gelled."
Tears began to leak out of Willow's eyes and Oz snorted again. "I haven't given you a reason to cry."
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Oh, you will be. What's mine is mine and I don't share."
Her eyes flashed up to his, stunned by this possessive side of him.
With an angry noise, Oz, sat down on the couch and jerked Willow over his lap. She fell hard, kicking her legs and gasping as the air was driven out of her lungs. Grabbing her wrists in one hand, Oz used the other to jerk her skirt up over her barely covered bottom. Pink silk panties were her only defense.
"Oz," she begged. "Please don't."
"Willow Ann Rosenburg, I told you to keep your mouth shut," he hissed.
At the first hard blow to her bottom, Willow jerked and yelped in pain. Another blow quickly followed across the other cheek and she squirmed, stunned.
"Stop, please." She kicked her legs for emphasis and tried to free her hands from his tight grip. Oz ignored her and began to rain hard smacks down on her plump bottom. Willow squealed and squirmed, but couldn't get away from the punishing blows.
Shifting her slightly forward, Oz began to place hard smacks on her upper thighs, right under the curve of her buttocks, on naked flesh. Willow shrieked at the stinging pain and ground herself against his leg. Tears ran freely down her cheeks as she babbled at him to stop.
Finally after a few more blows on her upper thighs, Oz lifted her to her feet. Willow stumbled, her legs trembling from pain. As one hand went back to her bottom, the other rubbed at the tears on her cheeks. She hiccuped like a child and stared at the floor, not sure what was going to happen next.
Oz rose to his feet, wincing at the pressure of his turgid cock in his jeans. Shifting himself carefully, he grinned wickedly and began to take off his belt.
"Willow, take off your panties."
Her mind nearly blank in shock, Willow reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down, hissing as they rubbed over her throbbing bottom. Stepping out of them, she looked up. Her eyes widened at the sight of the belt doubled in Oz' hands.
"No more," she whispered.
"Oh, a little bit more," he answered in a nasty voice. "Get your ass over the end of the couch."
Reddening in shame, Willow obeyed him, leaning over the arm of the couch so that her bottom was elevated. She buried her face in her hands and waited.
Oz smoothed her skirt up and got his first glimpse of her naked bottom. There were lovely purpling marks on almost every inch. Gently he caressed her bruises until she moaned in something akin to pleasure. Running his hand down one thigh, he urged her legs apart, then slid his fingers into her soft folds.
"You're wet," he exclaimed, surprised.
Willow groaned, ashamed that he had discovered her arousal. The spanking had hurt and been humiliating, but something about his mastery of her had turned her on.
Grinning, Oz stepped back and raised the doubled belt, then brought it down across the curve of her bottom. Willow whimpered and jerked at the new surge of pain, digging her hands into the cushion to keep them from flying back to try to stop him.
Another blow fell, across her upper thighs, eliciting a cry of pain from her. Squirming, Willow pressed herself into the arm of the couch, subconsciously trying to get friction on her swollen clitoris.
Eight more blows fell, leaving Willow panting and sobbing in pain and an unfamiliar desire.
Dropping the belt, Oz sat down on the couch, then tugged Willow into his arms. Sobbing pitifully, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him.
"I'm sorry," she repeated over and over into his neck.
Gently Oz rubbed her back, listening to her breathy sobs and pleas. "Why, Willow?" he asked softly after she began to calm down.
"I don't know," she sighed, snuggling closer and wincing at the pain in her bottom. "I knew it was a mistake and...and I don't love him," she stressed. "I love you, I really do. But, it was the danger, the risk, and he wanted me and he had never wanted me and I knew it was wrong but I didn't know how to stop it."
"It's over, Willow."
"Us?" she asked, panicking.
"No, you and him. I can grudgingly accept your friendship," he began reluctantly, then his voice turned to a sincere threat, "but, if you ever touch him again in anything other than friendship, it won't be my belt and my hand you get. Did I ever show you the lion tamer's whip my grandpa left me?"
Willow shivered and clung tighter, wondering why a part of her wondered what that would feel like on her skin. "I won't touch him," she promised in a whisper.
"Now, I'm thinking that maybe I've been a little lax with you. Obviously, smoochies haven't been enough," Oz said sternly.
Willow flushed and pulled back to look into his hot eyes. Hers widened as for the first time she realized what that hard thing pressed against her thigh was. A shiver of desire ran through her.
"I can smell how horny you are," he whispered huskily in her ear. "I think it's time to take our relationship to the next level."
After a moment, Willow answered in a choked voice. "Okay."
Lifting her off his lap, Oz rose and walked across the room to a pile of throw rugs. Shaking a few out, he lay them down on the carpeted floor, then knelt, holding out his hand to her. "Come here, Willow."
Licking her lips, Willow shuffled across the floor, the pain in her bottom making the heat between her legs swell. Taking Oz' hand she let him lower her to her knees, facing him.
Making a point, Oz reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, foil wrapped object, setting it to the side. Willow reddened even more and took a deep breath, wincing as her heels dug into her bottom.
"Undress for me, baby," Oz said in a low voice.
Slowly, reaching behind her, Willow pulled off her shoes and ankle socks, then took another deep breath and reached for the hem of her sweater. Pulling it over her head, she revealed pert little breasts cupped in white lace. Dropping the sweater, she nibbled on her lower lip as she unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms.
"You're beautiful," he couldn't help but say as her pale, rose-tipped breasts were uncovered. Delicately he ran his fingers over one nipple and grinned as it hardened. Willow gasped and trembled, then reached for the hem of her elastic-waist skirt, yanking it over her head and leaving her gloriously naked.
As Willow squirmed in embarrassment, Oz stripped at nearly the speed of light. As he knelt back down, he saw her wide eyes fall to his groin. His cock was hard and throbbing.
Taking her hand, Oz pulled Willow against him, circling her waist with his arms. Dipping his head, he kissed her gently and was surprised at her eager, hungry response. Her fingers slid into his hair and her breasts mashed into his chest.
Sliding her mouth down to his ear, she nibbled and whispered, "You want me. You really want me."
"God yes," Oz groaned, burying his mouth in her throat, sucking and licking her smooth, hot flesh. One hand slid between them to cup one of her breasts, his thumb rubbing the nipple until she moaned in pleasure.
Emboldened by his obvious desire, Willow ran her hands down his back, caressing his hard flesh. Dancing her fingers over his buttocks, she moaned as he surged against her.
Catching her around the waist, Oz tumbled them onto their sides. Running kisses down her chest and over her breasts, he slid one leg between her thighs, rubbing his knee against her wet cleft.
Willow squirmed in delight and pressed herself closer, wrapping one leg around his hip. Moaning his name, she trembled as he slipped one swollen nipple between his lips and sucked hungrily.
As her hands continued to caress his back, her fingernails lightly scraping, one of Oz' hands slid between them and found the wet folds of flesh between her legs. His fingers caressed her clitoris and she jerked in pleasure, her eyes bouncing wildly around the room.
Lifting his head, his mouth caught hers again in a passionate kiss. As she responded eagerly, he felt her hips begin to thrust against his fingers and her hands tighten on his back.
Gasping for breath, Willow flung her head back and yelled in pleasure as her orgasm crashed over her, sending shudders of ecstasy through her body.
Oz rolled her trembling body onto her back, then scrambled for the condom. Quickly putting it on his way past ready cock, he moved between her spread legs.
Willow reached for his arms, bringing him down so she could kiss him again, her lips devouring his.
"Baby, this is going to hurt," Oz murmured against her lips as he lifted her hips and positioned himself at her small, wet entrance.
"Don't care," she crooned, wriggling against him as he squeezed her sore buttocks.
His eyes nearly crossing as she pressed against the sensitive head of his cock, Oz slowly sank into her until he butted against the proof of her innocence.
Looking down he saw her furrowed brow, her glazed, hot eyes, her slack mouth. Grinning in lusty delight, he swooped for another kiss and thrust his cock all the way inside.
Yelping at the sudden pain Willow clutched Oz' arms, holding him to her as his tongue rubbed against hers. Slowly the pain faded and she felt him stretching her, filling her.
Her feet began to run up and down the backs of his calves and her fingers kneaded his shoulders. Oz took a shuddering breath and looked down into her beautiful face. She was smiling.
"More," she begged.
Grinning insanely, Oz pulled back and thrust again, plunging into her tight, wet, burning passage.
Moaning in pleasure, Willow locked her legs around his and surged against him, panting his name.
"Baby, you're so tight," he groaned through gritted teeth as began a smooth rhythm of thrusts and withdrawals, teasing her, then slamming against her.
As her clitoris ground against his pubic bone, Willow hissed in her breath and tightened her hold on him. Their eyes met and held as their hips began to move faster.
Realizing his climax was nearly upon him, Oz slid one hand between them and found her slippery clitoris, caressing the erect nubbin with his nimble fingers. Moaning, Willow bounced against him, then yelled his name as he brought her to the second orgasm of her young life.
As Willow shuddered and whimpered in pleasure, Oz gripped her hips and lifted her higher. Growling in lust, he slammed his cock deep and exploded into orgasm.
Panting from his release, Oz slid his slippery body over hers until he could reach her lips. Kissing her gently, he murmured her name.
Willow opened her eyes and smiled at her lover. She had always thought she would be embarrassed after her first time, but all she felt was a warm glow of pleasure and a deep love for her lover.
Her lover.
Slipping from Willow, Oz disposed of the condom, then curled up next to her, cradling her against him. She rolled onto her side and wrapped her arm across his chest.
"Are you okay?" he asked hesitantly.
"Wonderful," she sighed in delight. "But," she began, reaching down and caressing her throbbing bottom, "next time you spank me, can I be on top afterwards?"
Looking down into her twinkling eyes, Oz grinned in relief and pulled her up to kiss her. "Anything you want, babe."
Willow nibbled on his chin as she settled across his chest, her tender breasts rubbing nicely against the sparse red hair. "Do you forgive me?" she asked quietly.
"Always, as long as you love me."
"Always." Lowering her mouth, she caught his in a passionate kiss.
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