Mastery
by ComedyofErrors
Chapter 13
He knew he shouldn't have been dreaming about her. He was supposed to be letting her adjust to life as a vampire without pressuring her into sex. He'd screwed up royally yesterday by getting a hard on while dreaming. Of course Buffy'd noticed. He'd awoken to find her kissing him. She looked so lost and uncertain. Probably thought if she didn't respond he'd start behaving like Angelus.
Fuck. He didn't want her trying to appease him. He wanted her to be genuinely interested in being together. Spike needed her to want him for himself, not because he was her Sire.
Maybe it was a bad idea to keep sleeping in the same bed with her. He just figured she would like the comfort. He knew that he did. He hadn't slept alone for more than a week at a time in the last hundred years. Well, until recently. And even if it was torture, lying next to her, surrounded by her scent and her warmth without touching her, he loved being near her. He wasn't surprised when he started having dreams involving her and him and no clothing. He tried not to think about her when he closed his eyes every morning, but she was already inside his head.
Things had been going well. She seemed happy and well-adjusted. She was learning rapidly; she was training with Alexa, and she had stopped drinking from him of her own accord. That showed independence, didn't it? She was healing.
And now she was sitting between his legs with her pretty pink lips around his cock.
At first he thought he was still dreaming. The sensations were too amazing to be real. Then he saw her eyes. It was that same look of uncertainty she'd shown the other night. He stifled the desire to start thrusting up into her mouth and spoke, more calmly than he would have thought possible. "Buffy, stop. I told you, you don't have to do anything here that you don't want to. I'm sorry I startled you the other day. It was rude and wrong, I didn't mean to frighten you into something like this...FUCK!"
Buffy had paused her motions when he woke up, but now she'd heard enough. She had no idea where the sudden confidence came from, but she embraced it. With a roll of her eyes, she moved her lips farther down on his length and sucked hard. Seeing as she now had all those little extra vampy muscles for sucking blood, that was pretty hard. His back arched up off the bed and he started to pant. He continued breathing heavily when he sank back down onto the mattress.
Spike looked at her dazedly. The edge of fear he'd seen was gone. She seemed almost irritated. Had he misread her? Maybe he'd just startled her when he woke up. Could it be that she actually did want to do this? Oh, shit she was bobbing up and down on him. Her hand was stroking the part she couldn't get in her mouth. His eyes rolled back and his hips thrust up unconsciously. He would love to just lay there and let her go, but even his highly aroused mind knew that answers were needed. "Buffy, please stop for a second...oh fuck...please, luv, talk to me."
The only thing that worried Buffy was that if she paused she wouldn't get to finish. She needed to do this, to prove to both of them that she wanted him for real, not just because of some imagined sense of duty. She removed him from her mouth and he groaned at the loss of contact. She continued to slowly stroke him with her hand.
"Pet, why are you doing this?"
Buffy smiled. "To convince you that I want to be with you."
Spike swallowed nervously. It wasn't easy to think in a situation like this. "How ex-exactly does that work?"
Buffy's brow furrowed. "Well, it's just that this is something I've never done for anybody before. Angelus didn't ask me to, probably cause I would have bitten down as hard as I could and made sure he never had fun in bed again." She tightened her grip a bit more.
Spike sucked in a deep breath. Her little fingers felt so damn warm. He couldn't move; he'd cum if he did. "Still a little confused, kitten," he rasped.
"It's...I could please you as my Sire just by, you know, rolling over. But this I'm doing this because I want to. For both of us."
Oh, hell, sweeter words had never been spoken. He could have argued further. It had only been a week; she needed more time. But fuck all if he could string two more words together in protest when she was still pumping away at him. She was right. They needed this. "Okay sweetheart," he said weakly. She smiled widely at him, like he'd just offered to buy her ice cream. "Whatever you say."
Buffy faltered when she looked back down at her current project. It was pulsing in her hand, the foreskin tight against the sides, and more liquid had leaked out. Spike was watching her now, his head propped up against his pillow. He looked as fascinated with the process as she was. Buffy stifled a few nervous butterflies and picked up where she left off. She pushed her lips around him again and he sighed. "That's right luv,...oh Buffy..." he murmured as she pulled him in a little farther.
Buffy moved her mouth up and down on him; even though she couldn't take him very deep he didn't seem to mind. She couldn't remember what she was supposed to do next. Alexa had gone on and on about things you did with your tongue. Who knew a blowjob was so complicated? One thing she did remember: she pushed her tongue into the little slit at the tip and wriggled it around. Spike's fists clenched in the blankets and yet another moan squeezed its way out of him. Buffy was liking Conscious Spike. The noises and heavy breathing reassured her that she was doing something right.
Spike felt Buffy's pace speed up slightly and began to tremble. He was holding himself as still as possible so as not to scare her, but it had been so bloody long. "Fuck yes pet, like that...oh...Buffy feels so wonderful. Hot little mouth...bloody hell..." He heard himself continuing the stream of random praise but was helpless to stop it.
Buffy had been using one hand to steady herself on the bed, but decided that maybe it was time for something else. She raised the unoccupied hand to his sac and lifted it. He squirmed. Still sliding her mouth and her right hand up and down along his cock, she began to squeeze his balls gently too. He seemed to like it best when she did it in rhythm with her sucking. At least, he let out that growl she liked so much when she did the actions together.
Spike felt his muscles tensing and the fire building. "Buffy you need to pull back..." She shook her head around his cock and he grimaced, trying to hold off. "I'm gonna cum...Buffy...gonna ...AHHH!" She gave a last strong suck and he came.
Even if she couldn't remember the fancy stuff, Buffy knew what the finish was. So when Spike tried to warn her off she ignored him. She was going to do this part right. She felt his balls clench under her left hand. She braced herself and in a moment she felt the thick fluid shoot out into her mouth in spurts. His hips thrust up wildly, forcing her to pull back, but she didn't let him out of her mouth.
Spike collapsed back on the bed with his eyes closed. Buffy swallowed. She felt some of the cum leak out of her mouth, to drop down on the sheets. She cradled his cock in her hand as he came down and licked the rest of the fluid off the sides. It was softer now. She let it slide out of her hand and looked up at her Sire, who lay still, breathing deeply.
Spike floated in a haze from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He was aware of Buffy's movements, then her stillness. Something prompted him to open his eyes; she was being a bit too still. He looked down the bed at her. She was kneeling in the same position with that look of unease back on her face. She was chewing her lip in that characteristic look of uncertainty. His voice sounded gravelly when he spoke, "What's wrong luv?"
Buffy rubbed her hands together nervously. "Did...did I do okay?"
Spike smiled gently. "Come up here Childe." Buffy leaned forward on her hands to scoot up the bed. Spike grasped her shoulders and pulled her up beside him, then stretched her out on her back. He propped himself up on his side, with one arm underneath her in a gentle embrace. He kissed her, licking up the remains of his cum from her chin. "You were wonderful Buffy."
She sighed and snuggled up next to him. "I'm sorry I couldn't do the deep-throating thing, it's just that I still have trouble not breathing. Alexa said it'll get better as I practice-"
"Oh, so that's how you learned this." She gave him a bashful smile. It was adorable that she was so shy, considering what she'd just done. "Buffy believe me when I say that I enjoyed your first blowjob very, very much." He caressed her hair and she closed her eyes.
Buffy breathed in the scent of Sire and sex. It had been oppressive at the Mansion. Here it was welcome. She heard a little nagging voice that was still uncertain about what all this meant. "So does this mean I'm your girlfriend?"
Spike laughed a deep rich laugh. She could feel the vibration of it passing through him into her where their bodies touched. "Yes luv, it does, because I certainly don't want any of the other boys messin' around with my girl. I love you too much to let you go now."
Buffy looked up at him, wide eyed and expectant. "Really? You love me?"
"Of course pet. Liked you from the start. Thought you were beautiful that first night in the Bronze, dancing with such grace. Made every bloke in the place hard, you did. And then you were even sexier fighting."
She wrinkled her nose at him. "You're such a pig Spike."
"Um-hmm. So what were you thinking when you first saw me? Something perfectly innocent, I'm sure."
She toyed with the hem of the black shirt he still wore. "Well, I might've thought you were kind of cute."
He drew himself up as much as possible, which wasn't easy lying down, and retorted, "I'm not cute. I'm sexy."
Buffy snickered. "Yep." She rubbed circles against the fabric, not quite able to meet his eyes. "You know, in the Mansion, the night I was supposed to spend with Dru...I asked to spend it with you instead."
Spike's eyes widened. He clutched her a little tighter. "I'll bet Angelus loved that."
She shook her head. "He was furious. But I didn't care. I figured he was going to kill me sooner or later, unless I escaped. Why shouldn't I take a chance to have one of my fantasies come true?"
Spike smirked and ran his tongue along the underside of his teeth. "Ooo, the pious little slayer dreamed about having the Big Bad in her bed." Then seriously, "Is she happy now, that she's got her wish?"
Buffy nodded. "Very happy."
Spike tilted his head forward to whisper in her ear. "Confidentially luv, the Big Bad is very happy you're here too."
Buffy frowned. "I don't...love you yet Spike. Not like that. Not that I can't, it's just that I'm not there yet."
Spike sighed. "I know Buffy. Been a long while since you had a reason to love someone, kitten. I'm patient," she raised her eyebrows in disbelief, "...when I'm waiting for something I really, truly want. And your love is that to me. I'd rather you be honest with me than say what you don't mean."
Buffy raised a hand and ran it through his hair. It curled up under her fingers, soft in spite of the bleach. "You've had enough of that."
Spike averted his eyes. His childe was very perceptive sometimes, much more so than she was given credit for. He bowed his head down and kissed her again, his tongue seeking an invitation into her mouth. She opened slowly and caressed his tongue with her own. They explored each others mouths for a little while, the friction between tongues growing steadily more intense.
Buffy felt something prodding her in the stomach. Something warm and wet washed through her. She looked down to see that Spike was very much recovered from her little experiment earlier. Experiment. Yeesh, she sounded like Willow.
Spike smelled her arousal instantly. He followed her gaze and smiled. "So, did Alexa teach you anything else you want to try?" She averted her gaze, smiling in embarrassment. "That won't do Buffy. Vampires are never embarrassed in bed." She giggled, but looked back up at him. "Now, what ideas are rolling around in that sweet little mind?"
"I didn't ask her about anything else. I wanted you to teach me."
Spike was touched. She remained so innocent, even after everything that had been done to her in that Mansion. His anger with Angelus flared at that thought, but now was the time for tenderness, so he repressed it. He put both arms around his childe and rolled over onto his back, so that she was pulled on top of him.
Buffy stared down at him in surprise and anticipation. "I've never been the one on top before."
"And you won't be until you're a lot less dressed." He grabbed her tank top by the hem and pulled it quickly over her head, though was careful not to hurt her ears. He stared for several moments in appreciation of the firm little breasts that greeted his eyes.
Buffy shivered under the hungry glare he gave her chest, then gasped when he pulled her forward and sucked one nipple into his mouth. He laved it with his tongue, making her moan. She instinctively leaned forward into his mouth and he greedily took in more of her flesh. She gave an undignified squawk of protest when he released her suddenly, but relented when he latched on to her other breast. She groaned loudly at the heat that was starting down below. "Spike..."
He moved his hands to her breasts and began to pinch the nipples. He caught her mouth and kissed her hard. "Off with your clothes luv."
Buffy barely heard him through the sensations but attempted to comply. She grabbed her pajama bottoms and her underwear together, pushed herself off the bed far enough to get them down her waist then plopped back down onto Spike's chest so hard that she forced the air out of his lungs. He grabbed onto her remaining clothes, marveling out how quickly she was learning to respond, and pulled them off her legs and over his head. She was tossed off balance, falling back over his legs. He was rewarded with a wonderful view of her core.
He put a restraining hand over her thigh. She propped herself up on her elbows, curious to see what he was doing. Spike debated about whether or not to do oral, but thought it might be a bit too much exploration for one day. Instead he used one long finger to prod her clit. She moaned. He circled her clit using that same finger, then slid his thumb slowly inside her. Her response was overwhelming. She squealed at the initial penetration. She pushed herself into his hand and mewled with need, so he pinched her clit between two knuckles as he searched inside her with his thumb. In a few moments she orgasmed.
Spike pumped his hand into her to ease her down. She looked at him with glazed eyes and a smile. He'd have to remember this angle; it worked wonders. He paused briefly to suck some of her juice off his thumb, my she was a sweet little thing, then grasped her around the waist and lifted her into a sitting position. She wobbled, boneless from her orgasm. He waited until she was sensible, then lifted her up off his chest into a squat over his cock. "Take me in your hand Buffy. Show me where to go." He wanted her to have control here.
She eagerly grabbed hold of him and guided him toward her entrance. She looked at him to see what came next. "Just ease yourself down Buffy, however fast you want." She braced her knees on either side of his torso and slowly, inch by inch, took him in. She watched his eyes roll back. She knew he wanted to go faster but was resisting for her sake. She watched the last bit of him disappear inside her, then sat a moment on his groin to get used to the stretching.
Tight. So very tight and warm. Those slayers had muscles everywhere. She probably would have made a human explode, just from the pressure she could put on his cock. Spike waited as long as he could. "Are you ready Buffy?" She nodded. "Push yourself up a bit, but not far enough for me to slide out." She complied with a groan. "Now back down.
She went slowly at first, cautious in this new position. It was difficult to remember that she was the one who had to be moving. But soon she felt the pressure inside her growing. She needed to go faster. Using her legs as leverage she bounced up and down on him in the most consistent rhythm she could manage. Spike encouraged her. "That's it love. Gonna start thrusting up to meet you now, just keep going."
He thrust in time with her and she began to whine and whimper. She made such delightful little sounds that he knew he'd never grow tired of causing. He gripped her by the hips to steady her. He could feel the muscles in her little ass clenching so he began to kneed them. She let out a genuine growl of approval, befitting the vampire she was becoming more than the little girl she had been. He saw that her eyes were beginning to glow amber. "Rock forward onto me luv, when you come down. That's it, give your clit some attention."
She grabbed his shoulders and held on for support, digging her nails in deep enough to draw blood. She was close, she could feel it. She needed something more. "Spiiiiike...bite me..." She sensed her fangs coming forward of their own accord, itching to sink into her Sire's neck.
Spike shifted without thought. As their hips impacted he struck her neck, piercing her carotid artery over her siring scar. Rich, thick blood laced with slayer essence flowed into his mouth. She screamed and her internal muscles clenched around him. She bit convulsively at his neck, relishing the taste when she struck blood. He roared into her neck as he came, bucking up into her wildly.
They collapsed back on the bed, Buffy draped over Spike, unable to move. Their panting slowed, and she felt Spike lick the wound on her neck until it closed. She forced her tongue, possibly the only part of her body that wasn't numb, out of her mouth to close her bite.
Just before she fell asleep, Buffy heard Spike whisper in her ear, "Thus endeth the lesson, luv."
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Yes, I know, I was mean last chapter. But I couldn't find anywhere else to stop, and I had homework. Thanks for not hating me too much.
Thanks for reading. Thanks Linda.
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