Yes...but not here.

"Williow...I...I'd prefer to do this in a bedroom...YOUR bedroom," I stammered, adding the last part to prevent her from teleporting us into Gizmo's room. I wasn't sure how the little fireball would react to finding out we peeped on her...but it was my natural disposition to go with her being very, very upset.

With an exaggerated sigh and throwing her hands up into the air, Willow shook her head disapprovingly. Despite this, she turned and jumped on me, tackling me into another one of her portals. I landed on something very soft. Even without looking, I knew it was a bed. "Thanks...I appreciate the..." I began before she grabbed my shirt and pulled herself closer to silence me with her pouty lips. As she slowly pulled away, she placed a dainty finger on my lip. I assumed she wanted me to be quiet.

Smiling at my silence, she jumped back a bit and undid my pants. I finally noticed that the portal exposing my cock was gone. I guess she wanted to do it properly this time. Gripping my pants and boxers, Willow pulled them down sharply, keeping her face close to my crotch. She seemed to silently giggle when my erection slapped her chin. She then gave my throbbing cock a kiss...then a lick. She bit her lip, suddenly looking indecisive.

There was something hot about it...that my cock was so tempting that she really wanted to blow me instead of whatever she had planned before. Like she simply couldn't help herself. It was just...well, fucking hot. The needy look on her face, the internal struggle. I loved it.

I wasn't sure which I would prefer...honestly I don't think it mattered. I was starting to realize just how...powerful I felt now. Not like I could lift a car or something, but I felt...energy. A lot of energy. Milk really does a body good. "Do whatever you want, Willow...I AM your captive, after all," I told her.

Looking up at me, she quirked an eyebrow, looking amused. I suddenly wondered if I had said something I'd regret. I pretty much gave her permission to use me as she saw fit...and Willow had proven to be a rather kinky girl.

Hopping off the bed, she held up one finger, indicating that she wanted me to wait a second. With that, she dropped down to her knees and began pulling something out from under her bed. "Um...Willow...?" I asked nervously. She didn't look up from what she was doing, instead just holding up that finger again, this time more insistently. Images of paddles, handcuffs, and god only knows what else danced in my mind. ...m...maybe she was just getting the lube...?