I smiled languidly up at the ceiling, anticipating what was to come.. no pun intended. Seconds passed.. minutes.. I began to wonder what was keeping her, if she'd forgotten about me. Normally I would have gotten up to look for her and drag her back to bed, but something like that is incredibly hard to do when you're essentially chained to a bedpost.

I tested the handcuffs that were wound around the bar of the headboard and clasped around my wrists. They were obviously no match for my Slayer-strengh and I could break them if I really needed to, but for now I decided to just wait. She'd be back.

"Getting bored?" Her voiced startled me-I'd almost started to fall asleep. I didn't even look at her.

"Yeah. Where the hell were you?" I snapped, pretending to be angry.

"Changing," she replied in a tone so seductive that I nearly gave myself whiplash twisting my neck around to see her.

"Holy.. something.." I choked on the words. There she stood, in the doorway. She wore a black leather tank that stopped just above her navel. The upper section was fashioned like a bra and trimmed with lace. Her breasts were practically spilling out over the top, leaving just barely enough to the imagination. The bottom was a lacy black see-through thong.

My mouth dropped open and I could practically feel the drool coming out. "Damn, you look hot," I finally spit out.

"I know," she said, smirking at me. I squirmed against the cuffs, wanting to reach out and just.. molest the hell out of her. She grinned wickedly and moved closer, leaning over about two inches away from me. "Go on.. touch me.." she purred.

"I'd love to.. but someone seems to have chained me to the bed," I retorted, clanking the cuffs against the headboard for emphasis.

"Pity," she said with mock sympathy. She ran a finger lightly from her left shoulder down the center of her chest, stopping just before she reached the valley between her breasts. "You look really cute, all helpless and vulnerable," she said. Her tone was innocent but she was grinning ferally, like a wild cat moving in on its prey.

She leaned her right knee on the bed and swung her left leg over my body, moving until she was straddling my hips. She trailed her hands gently down my sides, her feather-light touch evoking a giggle from me, then back up again, stopping at my naked breasts.

She ran her fingers around each of my aroused nipples, not touching the hard buds. I unconsciously arched upwards, trying to reach her hands.

"Ah, ah, ah," she said coyly, moving back and removing her hands completely. I made a protesting sound. "We play by my rules, or we don't play at all," she stated, crossing her arms over those soft, supple breasts I just wanted to take and..

"Fine, fine," I grumbled. Just.. strip.. I thought.

She smirked again, as if she could hear my thoughts. She was totally getting off on my frustration.

"Hey, don't look so upset about it. This is your birthday present, remember? Your words were, what, 'Surprise me?' Well, surprise." She shrugged casually, as if she'd gotten me a book or something. "Now shut up," she said, demonstrating her complete dominance once again by grinding against me briefly. "You're ruining the mood."

Despite my grumblings, I was immensely turned on. And from the look on her face as she moved between my legs, she'd just figured that out.

"You are so wet," she half whispered. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

I growled low in my throat to affirm that statement. She blinked and shook off the shock. I guess she didn't think I'd find this so arousing. "Surprise," I offered her my own smirk.

She laid down between my legs and nibbled lightly on the insides of my thighs, slowly driving me insane. I wanted to feel her; her hands, her tongue, something.. anything..

She teasingly traced my lower lips with her tongue, licking everywhere but where I wanted her to. It was like nothing I've ever felt before-I was completely at her mercy. And then she slid one finger into me..

"Oh god!" I cried out, arching my back. The pressure building between my legs was almost more than I could take, but she refused to give me release.

I whimpered. She responded by adding a second finger, then allowing her tongue to continue it's earlier journey around my swollen lips. I thrashed about on the bed as she slid her fingers in and out, licking and nibbling and sucking oh god oh god..

She pressed her thumb against my clit, and I was gone. I literally saw stars as the orgasm coursed through my body, my every nerve exploding. I screamed her name so loud that I'm surprised I didn't lose my voice.

She crawled up my body and lay down, half on top of me. Her hair veiled us both as she leaned in to kiss me deeply, not allowing me to catch my breath. Finally she uncuffed me, dropped the cuffs on the floor, and pulled me close.

"Happy birthday?" she asked, gazing into my eyes.

I looked up and down her still-leather-clad body and grinned. "Very, very happy birthday, Buff.." She smiled proudly. "Now, about *your* birthday.."