Red, White & Blue

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Summary: Set sometime in the future, Cordy and Xander are continuing their Dom/Sub relationship even with careers and children.

AUTHOR: Laure Alexander
EMAIL: lara@sunflower.com
RATING: NC-17, BDSM.
PAIRINGS: Cordelia/Xander
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of the characters on the show. Joss Whedon and the WB Network own them (for now). No copyright infringement intended, so please don't sue.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: My answer for the Summer 2003 Kink-fic-a-thon for btvs_kink. Challenge requirements at the end of the fic. This is for Kaz. Thanks for getting me back into this pairing!
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The years had not diminished his need to be dominated nor her need to dominate. The first two years of married life were bliss for both, each willingly exploring the darker sides of their personalities. When the children came, the bondage and spankings, the alligator clips and cock rings went behind locked doors, but never completely disappeared.

Xander came home from a slow day on the construction site of a new office building and found his loving wife wearing only a purple leather corset and matching boots and gloves, Dangling from one finger was a pair of handcuffs.

"Where are the kids?" he asked, trying not to smile in anticipation.

"The mansion...for the whole night. You're late."

The sternness in her voice made him swallow hard and glance at his watch. "I um...stopped for a beer with some of the guys. It's not dinner time, yet."

Cordelia gave him an arched brow look. "Beer with the guys? And you didn't call first?"

"Um..."

She sighed and gestured towards their bedroom. "Get in there and get undressed."

"Yes, mistress." As he hurried eagerly past her, she lashed out with one hand and caught him a sharp smack on one hip. He yelped and hurried into the bedroom. The drapes were closed and lit candles sat on most of the surfaces. The bed had been stripped to the fitted sheet and long silk ropes had been tied to the foot posts.

Xander fumbled with his shirt buttons as he toed off his boots. By the time Cordelia entered the room he was naked and fidgeting, his cock rising quickly to erection. She ignored him and strolled up to the headboard to loop the handcuffs through.

"On the bed, Xander, hands and knees."

He jumped to her bidding, quickly moving to the middle of the bed.

"I think you're a little eager," Cordelia said, her voice firm, as she moved to tie his ankles to the bed posts.

"Yes, mistress."

She smacked his naked ass and he couldn't contain a moan of pleasure. Taking one of his wrists, she fastened the handcuff around it, then repeated the action with the other, which dragged his head down to the bed and put his ass in the air.

"Now, you know what will happen if you come without permission," she murmured as she moved to kneel on the bed at his side.

He nodded and panted, "Yes, mistress." His eyes widened at the sight of a new, red, white and blue flogger. "Feeling patriotic tonight, mistress?"

With a snap of her wrist the flogger snapped across his ass, leaving lovely red lines. "Mouthy tonight. I think that adds ten more, don't you?"

"Whatever you say, mistress."

"Count."

When she smacked him again, he gasped out, "One." By the time the tenth had fallen, he was sweating and trembling from the pain, and gritting his teeth to keep from coming. The flogger continued to fall, leaving angry red lines criss-crossing across his ass. Finally, after the thirty-fourth blow, Cordelia stopped and leaned over to kiss one of the marks.

Xander gasped for air, his hands clenched into fists, his body shaking.

"Good boy," she crooned, then licked delicately along another crease.

"Oh...please," he begged helplessly.

Swiveling her head, Cordelia glanced down to see that his cock was angry and leaking pre-cum all over the sheet. "Oh, we're not done yet." Her own body was highly aroused and her inner thighs were slick with lust, but she was in the mood to prolong things. Slipping from the bed, she opened a dresser drawer and withdrew several items.

"Close your eyes, Xander."

She was pleased to see that he immediately obeyed her, and she slipped the blindfold over his eyes, before leaning down and whispering, "You trust me, right?"

"Yes, mistress."

"And your safe word?"

"I remember it, mistress."

Smiling, Cordelia carefully inserted the earplugs into his ears, then picked up the last item. A knife. Sharp and shiny.

They didn't do this very often, but the response she usually got was worth making this a rare occasion. Delicately she lay the cold flat of the blade against Xander's shoulder. His hiss sent lust bolting through her, and she shivered. Drawing the flat side of the blade down his body, she watched him quiver and arch into it. She glanced over at his face and saw it turned towards her. He was biting his lip, struggling not to beg or scream.

She loved him so. Even more so since sometimes she cut him and he loved that just as much.

Gently she tapped the knife blade against his ass, then slid it to the cleft. Quickly reversing the knife in her hand, she thumped the pommel against his balls.

"Mistress!"

She forgave him his outburst and continued to play with his balls, her free hand separating the cheeks so she could see his reaction. His cock throbbed and jumped, his balls tightened. He was so close. Reaching forward, she pulled out one of the earplugs.

"You may come, Xander," she said, drawing the pommel up the length of his cock.

"Thank you, thank you," he gasped out, then shuddered and bucked, orgasming from only the stimulation of the knife pommel. As he collapsed, panting and trembling, Cordelia drew the knife to her lips and licked the pommel clean.

Rising onto shaky legs, she removed the sensory deprivation items, then untied and uncuffed him. Xander collapsed onto sticky sheets, then, making a face, rolled onto his side.

Very aroused, Cordelia pushed him onto his back, smiling evilly as he yelped at the pain, then effectively shut off all complaints by straddling his shoulders and rubbing her clit over his lips. Xander sucked it between his teeth and quickly brought her to a shuddering orgasm, as she clasped the headboard and rode his mouth.

Later they cuddled together between clean sheets, equal once more.

Just as he was about to doze off, Xander asked out of nowhere, "Where did you get a stars and stripes flogger?"

"You can get anything patriotic these days," Cordelia snickered. "Wait till you see my new vibrator."

End

Pretty simple ... any Xander pairing (slash, het, threesomes, whatever floats your boat). Xander can be the Dom or the sub ...
But must include:
handcuffs
leather
knife play (cutting isn't necessary but the sub should get off on the thought that s/he might be cut)
blindfold and earplugs (to better focus on ... something, lol)
flogging