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Ok so the lovely Sotia did me the honour of quoting me in he wonderful fic Mixing Business with Fanfic! Because of that I thought I better clean this up (grammar etc wise, not the smut silly!) in case folk decided to read it after reading MBwF. So here it is! the new and improved (i hope) version. Please excuse (or point out to me) any glaring errors I have left in. I think it flows a bit better now and that the spelling punctuation and grammar are a lot better. Hope you enjoy!
P.S. If you did come via MBwF and like what you read I have lots lots more work at SR my latest being Little Miss Tightly Wound http://www.spikeluver.com/SpuffyRealm/viewstory.php?sid=31166 Feel free to read them all (some need work as this one did, please excuse that) but as always don't forget to review!! It helps me write more in a serious way!
Ta-daaaaa. I present my first ever attempt at fic writing.
Title: Superior? Author's Name: Sarah Aless
Author's E-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org Disclaimer: They're not mine *big sigh* Joss and Mutant Enemy own them I'm just having fun......and wishing and definitely not making any money. Distribution:www.geocities.com/spikeaholic20, One Good Lay, & StS Near Her Always. Anyone else..... 'I'm just a girl who can't say no.......' But please tell me where it's going :) Rating: NC-17 Pairing: S/B Feedback: Yes please.....pretty please. Author's Notes: Spoilers for Conversations With Dead People. Starts right where that episode leaves off with a few liberties taken with the timing of Spike's 'evening-out' so that I could get him to my story on time.
WARNING: Almost non-consensual and spanking contained in this fic. Don't read if it's REALLY not your thing. However if your just a little bit curious.....go on give it a go ;)
Spike stood outside the crypt watching Buffy through a broken window. She was breathing heavily having just staked a fledgling apparently named Holden Webster. A fledgling who had also given Spike a little food for thought with his amateur Freud routine.
Spike took a moment to enjoy the sight of the Slayer's breasts heaving up and down.
God he’d missed those breasts the last few months.
‘Well then pet feeling superior are we?' Spike thought. ' I’m sure we can fix that for you’. He walked around the crypt intending to enter by the door at the front and ran straight into Buffy on her way out.
"Spike!" She almost screeched "God you sc... I mean ...startled me!" She bit her lip at almost having said scared.
Buffy had sensed how bad he had been feeling about the attempted rape ever since he'd come back. She didn’t want to make him feel worse by suggesting that his presence scared her; despite what she’d just told Holden about how badly she had treated Spike and the scoobies as a result of feeling so superior that their opinions didn’t matter.
Besides she reasoned, it was probably wise to be a little wary around Spike just now. Even if there WAS bound to be an explanation for Holden's claim to have been sired by Spike.
"Evenin’ pet." Spike smiled down at her with just a hint of malice in the grin. "Just thought I’d take a walk and get some air."
Buffy looked incredulous
"Air?" She said, one eyebrow raising to a point. "Spike you don’t breathe, you’re dead remember"
Spike ignored her.
"Air is an interesting thing though, slayer. You see it not only helps you buggers to breathe it does all sorts of other things...."
‘Great.’ Buffy thought. ‘He’s babble boy again’
"Look, Spike." She said. "I think it would just be best if you went back to Xanders and had a little rest. Obviously you’re not feeling entirely of the good after the whole basement debacle and....."
"......like carry sound waves" Spike continued as Buffy stopped short his words filtering through to her brain.
"Amazing what little titbit's vampire hearing can pick up on a quiet night in a cemetery."
"D-did you hear me talking to that vamp?" Buffy stammered not sure which she was more worried about- that he knew she thought he might be siring vampires (and therefore perhaps evil again) ; or that he might have overhead her little bout of sharing and honesty about her attitude to him and the other scoobies.
"Now what do you think, sweetheart?" he said moving closer and placing one hand on each side of the door frame effectively stopping her from leaving the crypt. His smile turned sinister as he looked down on her.
‘Shit!’ Buffy thought ‘Definite shades of pre-soul, pre-chip, 'I've killed two Slayers' Spike in that grin!......What if Holden was right? What if he is out and about being evil and siring people left and right and god knows what else! I have to get out of here and figure this out.’
"Well, nice seeing you Spike." Buffy smiled unconvincingly and moved to duck under his arm and get the hell out of the crypt.
Spike dropped his arm lower on the door jamb to block her way.
"A-a-ah Slayer." He shook his head slowly at her "We were just about to have a nice chat! Not thinking of leaving were you?"
At this point Buffy’s Slayer instinct kicked in.
"Move Spike!" She demanded grabbing his arm and pulling it away from the doorjamb so she could get through.
"Don’t think so luv." Spike moved like lightning his other hand coming up quickly connecting with her cheek and sending her flying backwards onto the top of one of the sarcophagi inside the crypt.
For a moment Buffy lay dazed staring at the ceiling. She had been taken completely by surprise at both the force of the blow and the fact it was Spike who delivered it. Ever since she’d found out he had a soul she’d reckoned on this kind of scenario not arising again.
Spike didn’t jump straight on her to fight, however, he calmly closed the crypt door quietly behind him and stood looking down at her. Buffy sat up head swimming and rubbed her cheek.
"Ok, what the fuck is going on Spike?" she demanded. "Have you lost your soul? Are you siring other vamps? What the hell happened to you"
"Don’t much feel like talking about me Slayer. I’m here to help you."
"You’re what? Spike is this a residual basement madness thing?... Cos you know we can just..."
"Not me with the problem Slayer." Spike moved closer so he was standing at the end of the sarcophagus. "Yeah that’s right Slayer I heard your little counselling session there. Feeling a little superior are we?"
"Oh God!" Buffy hissed blushing furiously and avoiding eye contact as he stared intently into her face.
"I’m gonna help you with that." he stated leaning forward on both hands.
"First rule Slayer." Spike interrupted loudly.
"You will not speak ,or make a sound unless I tell you to. I’m going to open your eyes to the fact that you are actually much more inferior than you ever dreamed. When I’m done you’ll be on your knees begging me to...... Well," he grinned. "We’ll just have to see what we can get you to beg for! But you will definitely know who’s the superior one between the two of us!"
"That’s it!" Buffy jumped down onto the other side of the sarcophagus, heading for the door, her eyes fixed firmly on Spike.
"I’m not playing any silly game Spike. That twistedness is over between us I’m not letting you touch me sexually again."
"You’re awfully quick to bring sex into it luv." Spike laughed as she turned and headed for the door.
With vampire speed he leapt up to her as her hand reached for the door. He grabbed her arm and twisted it up her back, bending the wrist over and pulling down on it, pain spreading the entire length of her forearm. He crushed her body between himself and the closed door.
"But since you suggested it maybe I will fuck you." He hissed in her ear.
‘God help me!’ Buffy realised she was actually starting to become aroused. ‘What kind of reaction is this to the man who tried to rape me telling me he’s gonna fuck me? I can’t believe I’m actually getting wet!’
"Spike get the hell off of me NOW!" Was what actually came out of her mouth.
"Didn’t I just tell you to shut up Slayer?" Spike said as he dragged her back into the crypt arm still up her back and bent her roughly over the sarcophagus she’d just been sitting on. Keeping her arm painfully up in place he stood back a little to admire the view of his Slayer bent over in front of him.Her ass was just begging to be smacked and he did just that. A swift hard spank to each cheek.
"Spike!" Buffy shouted more in outrage than pain the smacks barely penetrating the coarse denim of her jeans. She would have jerked upward were it not for Spike holding her down.
His free hand grabbed her hair and yanked her head back as he leaned forward and hissed in her ear again
"What part of stay quiet don’t you understand, pet?" Spitting the last word at her with contempt.
"Spike get the fuck off of me!" Buffy yelled ,struggling against his strength pinning her down. She couldn’t get any leverage he had a tight grip on her and the more she struggled the further up her back he shoved her hand and the more he bent her wrist. She stopped struggling and tried to think of another way out of this.
"Spike I’m sorry I hurt you." She said softly, "But trying to rape me again is NOT the answer."
"You’re the one keeps bringing up sex luv." Spike sneered "I’m just here to help you out with your superiority complex. Of course if you plead real nice for me I might stick my dick in you. In fact what say we make that the aim of our little lesson?"
"I am not going to beg you to fuck me Spike." Buffy said sounding (she had to admit) ten times more determined than she felt. She knew she was becoming wetter and hotter all the time and she mentally swore at herself for having such a reaction.
She had been sure the kinkiness she and Spike had shared had been a passing phase; now he was forcing her to face the idea that maybe she actually got a kick out of being dominated and spanked and all the other things they used to get up to.
"Uhuh Slayer. We’ll just see about that shall we?" Spike said as he pushed his hand roughly between her legs and began vigorously stroking her.
Even through the denim and her thong Buffy could feel the effect of the friction. All the blood in her body seemed to be rushing to her clit. She almost gasped as he abruptly stopped the rubbing, only holding it in by biting her lip. She would not let him know he was having any effect on her at all.
"Now.." Spike mused, and she could hear the grin in his voice. "What’s the best way to put a little girl in her place?"
His hand reached round and expertly unbuttoned her jeans. He yanked them down her legs none to gently. She felt the cold air whistling down on her bared ass cheeks as his hand swung in an arc towards her, then SMACK!
His hand connected hard and she gasped in a mixture of pain and humiliation.
"Get off me Spike you cocksucking piece of shit!"Her cussing and indignation only spurred him on. Blows rained down fast and hard on her ass.
"That’s a filthy mouth on such a pretty little thing. I can see superiority isn’t the only problem I need to sort out with you."
Buffy began to struggle against him again, screaming obscenities as her ass got hotter and her pussy wetter. Spike just laughed and held her down more firmly.
"You know Slayer I think you protest too much. All your filthy screaming can’t hide what I smell pet. Vampire remember? I can smell how wet you are. Now do as you are told and keep your mouth shut."
Buffy realised she was doomed, he knew exactly how excited this was getting her!
'It’s sick and wrong and I’m not doing this again.' She told herself. 'C'mon Buffy, grow a pair and stop this........... oohhhhh god! His hands should be illegal!'
Spike's hands, back between her legs, brushed her clit as if by accident as he played with her thong.
"Mmmm soaking...." He chuckled. "I knew it, you got me in your system Slayer, you can’t fight this."
"For the last time Spike. Get. Off. Me!" It came out almost like a scream and suddenly she didn’t know if that was from anger or desire.
"Bloody hell Buffy! You’re making this so hard on yourself. I’m not going to tell you to be quiet again. You had all your warnings, we’ll just have to move on to the real punishment"
Goosebumps rose on her bare ass and legs and Buffy shuddered with desire as she heard the familiar sound of Spikes belt slipping out of it's loops.
She expected him to reach forward and use it to tie her hands as he had so many times before, but he kept up the insistent and painful pressure on her immobilised arm. Her ass muscles clenched as she made the connection between the removal of Spikes belt and his comment about real punishment.
Again she felt a rush of air then suddenly a band of fire flamed across her ass as the belt struck with a loud thwack.
Her instinct was to beg for him not to hit her again to let her up and they could fight this out, then she remembered his taunting that he’d make her beg. She groaned, half pain half arousal.
Spike heard it and understood it, he stuck his hand between her legs again, testing her wetness, she was flooding.
He smirked to himself knowing she loved this even if she wouldn’t say it.....yet.
He purposefully lingered between her legs and flicked back and forth across her clit, a rush of warmth and moisture came through her thong and he felt her push back ever so slightly towards his fingers as he pulled them away.
THWACK!!!! The belt landed again and Buffy felt like her whole ass was flaming. Three more strokes in quick succession and she knew she was heading for an orgasm. She was fighting it for all she was worth but her body had other ideas. Her breathing was growing ever more ragged and she could feel her whole body begin to tense as she got nearer and nearer her climax.
Spike felt it too and began to slowly rub the cool buckle of his belt across Buffy’s glowing ass cheeks.
She whimpered, a tiny sound that made Spike's grin, amongst other things, grow.
‘Oh yeah.’ He thought ‘I still got it. She’s bloody loving this! She’s so close to coming!........ Can’t have that yet’.
Slowly he removed the hand holding her arm up her back.
"Don’t move a muscle Slayer or I won’t let you cum and I know you need to, I can smell it, see it and feel it"
Buffy shuddered at his words, getting off on his command but fighting an internal battle. This was wrong! She shouldn’t be letting him do this, for all she knew he WAS evil again and what did that say about her? Maybe she did need a monster in her man.
‘No!’ Her mind rebelled ‘It can’t be true. Spike can’t be right.’
With that she moved to push herself up, trying to ignore the heat raging in her pussy, trying to ignore the want to grind her clit against something, anything, just to get her release.
Spike saw her movement and immediately grabbed both hands shoving them up her back again and holding both wrists crossed over one another with one of his hands.
"I said don’t move Slayer." He said in a tone dripping with danger.
His other hand ripped her thong away from her entirely causing Buffy to gasp as it cut into the place where her thighs and pubic region met before it was flung aside. Spike stuck his thumb in her hot wet hole and pushed his index finger forward so that it hovered, not quite touching her clit.
Buffy jerked and let out an "oh" of surprise at his entry then tried to push back against him to make his finger connect with her clit. He let her push back but kept his hand completely still as he felt her start a rocking rhythm. Trying to rub her clit on him and drive his thumb deeper.
Buffy’s mind was in turmoil.
Part of her was screaming how wrong this was, another was screaming ‘just get him to fuck you, you almost came just from him strapping you! Think what his cock in you will do!’
This was the kind of sex they’d always had only this time Buffy wasn’t sure how far Spike would go and God! That just made her hotter.
Suddenly all coherent thought disappeared, she’d managed to get his thumb as deep as it would go at it’s present angle. She was grinding her clit against his finger and she new she was about to come.
Spike still wasn’t moving his hand she was doing it all herself. He couldn’t help but grin that he’d got her this far so quickly. He listened intently as her breathing sped up and then waited for the telltale catch of her breath that always told him she was nearly there. The second he heard it he pulled his hand away from her.
Buffy moaned, almost screamed, in frustration.
"I told you not to make a sound Slayer" Spike said reaching the hand that had been inside her round to her mouth. "Unless of course you’re ready to beg me to fuck you."
Buffy shook her head, no, but didn’t say a word, she didn’t trust herself not to just groan if she opened her mouth to speak. Before she could calm down from almost orgasming Spike ground his rock hard cock against her pussy and shoved his hand covered in her secretions against her closed mouth.
"Lick it clean Buffy....there’s a good girl" he almost whispered. Again she shook her head and tried to move it away.
Spike pushed her arms further up her back again making her cry out as he did this he started to dry hump her from behind. He managed to force his thumb into her mouth and said again as he pumped against her "Lick it clean Buffy."
The insistent pushing of his pelvis against her was giving her the tiniest bit of friction against the stone sarcophagus. Friction right on her clit, just not quite enough of it. As she became more worked up again, she finally gave in and began to lick and suck at his thumb.
"That’s it Slayer." Spike said "Taste how fucking hot and wet I make you."
Buffy was just starting to lick with a bit more fervour when he pulled his hand away and went back to rubbing her clit.
He brought her right to the edge again before whipping his hand away.
This time Buffy couldn’t control herself her, hips bucked wildly searching for his skilled fingers and she let out a deep guttural moan. When the moan had passed she spoke in a minute voice.
"Please." It was so quiet that Spike only just caught it even with vampire hearing. He leaned forward over her so his mouth was by her ear.
"What was that luv?" He brushed just once, back and forth over her clit.
"Please, just do it."
"Do what luv?"
"Now, you’re not asking very nicely there Slayer. Maybe I should just tie you up and leave you here for some other nasty thing to sniff out."
"Please Spike, I want it"
"Getting better. What do you want?"
Buffy gave in.
"I need your big hard dick in me Spike, filling me up, splitting me open. Please, please, please, fuck me"
Spike didn’t need a second request. He freed his dick and rammed it into her hot tight passage, grunting out as he began to thrust fast and hard.
"I knew I could make you beg me Slayer, knew I could put you in your place"
Buffy slammed back as hard as she could against him.
"Fuck you Spike!"
Spike immediately stopped thrusting and used his free hand to prevent any further movement from her.
"You say something like that again Missy and I will stop fucking you and just keep you around in a permanent state of wetness just on the edge and never let you come."
"Is that what you want Buffy?" He asked as he slowly swivelled his hips. She couldn’t apeak, all she knew was she needed him to start fucking her again.
When she didn’t answer Spike slapped her hard across the ass.
"Well?" he demanded "Is it?"
"No, Spike I’m sorry." She panted. "I’m sorry!" Her inner Slayer cringed at the words but the rest of her just felt a fresh bolt of lust at the mere fact that he could make her talk this way.
"Ok." said Spike. "Then I’ll get back to fucking some sense into you!"
He began thrusting hard and fast again. Knowing that she’d go off like a rocket if he touched her clit he avoided doing so.
"Do you feel superior now Buffy? Bent over in a crypt getting fucked from behind by a vampire and taking it like a whore? Huh?.........Do you?"
"No Spike." Buffy panted.
"Who’s doing the fucking here?"
"And who’s getting fucked?"
"So who would you say was the superior one here?"
"You are Spike. I’m sorry I treated you badly and I was wrong, I’m not superior I’m nothing."
"Good girl." Spike grunted feeling his own climax build.
He’d gotten what he wanted from her, so he reached between her legs and gave her clit a few quick rubs and Buffy came, howling as she bucked uncontrollably against him.
As so often used to happen the sight, sound and smell of her coming sent Spike hurtling after her and he let go of her arms to grip her hips. Pumping hard and gripping them tightly as he spurted his cold seed inside her.
Buffy stayed bent over the sarcophagus not sure that her legs would still work, she had come so hard and it had been so long. Spike pulled her up against him then the two collapsed to the floor and just lay there arms and legs entwined. Neither spoke for a long time then Buffy said quietly.
"Thank You Spike. I needed that. Something physical to stop me going round and round in my own head."
Spike snorted. "Yeah not a good place to be when your heads as far up your own arse as yours was luv"
"Hey!" She protested slapping him lightly
"Sorry luv." He smiled "Just all that begging you were doing kinda gave me a problem"
"Really?" Buffy raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, made me feel all superior like....."
"Oh," said Buffy with a wicked grin. The old sex games were up and running again."I think I might be able to help with that."
Chapter End Notes:
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