Summary: : Buffy comes to play with Spike, but she’s not herself and Spike determines to find out what is wrong as only ‘Master Spike’ can. WARNING: BDSM (lots of it). Also some people found my last fic harsher than the others in this series, I think this is harsher still – you have been warned.
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Chapter 5
She looks at me completely dumbfounded by this turn of events. I sense there’s an internal battle going on there. Neither of us officially ended the game but I’m sure she thought that as we’d gotten to the heart of the matter and she’d taken, frankly quite a bit of punishment, that that would be it. She wants to ask what’s going on but despite the fact that she is obviously not feeling nearly as wretched as she was earlier, she doesn’t know what the rules are here.
“You don’t have to have permission to speak any more.” I tell her. “But I’d choose your words carefully if you do decide to speak. I’m still in control here and I don’t think we’re finished, so you’d better not piss me off Slayer.”
“Ok…..” she says after a brief pause for thought. “But I promise you Sp…Sir. I told you everything. And I was sincere when I thanked you. I feel a lot better and I’m confused as to what you want from me now.”
“Yes, Buffy it’s obvious that finally letting your feelings out has made you feel better. However, I want that feeling to last and for that to happen I need to find out exactly how deep those things go. You see I’m not entirely convinced that all of this won’t come back if we stop now. You said you trusted me so we’re going to get rid of all your little nasties together.”
“Yes Sir.” Is all she says as she arranges herself properly on her knees and drops her head. That’s a relief, I was geared up for an argument and having to exert more authority than that. Shouldn’t ever underestimate the power of the game.
“Good girl.” I praise, ruffling her hair as I walk past her.
I go back to the toy box. I quickly retrieve some items and walk back to stand in front of her. Her head stays bowed and she doesn’t show any outward reaction when I begin to lay my selection in front of her. First is a thin rattan cane, bent over at the top, just flexible enough to give a nice sting and it makes a delicious sound when it hits a naughty bottom. Next to it I place our usual riding crop, I know she has a hard time choosing which of these she hates the most. I have to stifle a laugh as I see her fighting the urge to throw her head back and groan ‘oh no!’ at the toys I’ve placed in front of her. Now that she’s in a tizzy about those I introduce something new, a single tailed whip that I haven’t yet had the pleasure of using on her. It’s not long enough or thick enough to fall into the bullwhip category and it splits into two wider leather strips just at the end, but is rather like a smaller sibling of it and it has a lovely wooden handle. She gulps when all three are laid out in front of her. I get a strong whiff of arousal and I know she knows what’s coming.
“It’s your choice.” I tell her. “But I should warn you that it’s not a simple choice. I want you to arrange them in order of preference. I’m not going to tell you where to put the least desired and where the most, or what your choice will mean in terms of the next step of our game. Just do it please.”
She stares at the three intently. I chose three rather severe implements on purpose. No soft leather floggers or little paddles here. Her choice is not designed to be easy. I think I can read her well enough to tell which of them engenders the most fear in her. This one I will put aside and it will only be used for a very specific purpose. She is not to know that though. The situation is still delicate and I want to maintain complete control without pushing her too far. The fact that she knows these are the three possibilities should make her docile enough. She seems to be having a hard time choosing so I decide to help, in my own wicked way.
“You seem to be having trouble there Slayer.” I observe. “Let me make the choice a little easier. Hold out your left hand and I will give you a taste of each.”
“Oh no Sir. That’s ok.” She says hurriedly. “I’m almost ready.”
“Are you contradicting me girl?” I say in steely tones.
“No, I wasn’t really I wasn’t it’s just it’s really not necessary. I can decide, I can.” She babbles.
“I will decide what is and isn’t necessary. Now hold out you hand and don’t move it an inch.”
She bites her lip, as if trying to hold her protests in, but obeys. It’s always hard on a submissive to be made instrumental in their own punishment, but it’s a game I love to play, it panics them so!
“These can be taken as punishment. One, for not immediately telling me what was wrong.” I swish the crop down on her hand, she grimaces but does not pull away.
“Two, for carrying this around for so long and not telling anyone.” The cane, bigger grimace but she still doesn’t move.
“And finally, for contradicting me just now.” Again she keeps her pain to herself as the whip lands, apart from the twinge in her face and I’m satisfied that after the cuddling and crying sub-space is re-established. Good.
She turns her attention back to the implements where I layed them as I finished with each one. Quickly she arranges them from left to right cane, crop, whip.
“Good girl.” I say gathering them up and take a hold on the leash she still has attached to her collar. When I jerk her to her feet by the leash she looks startled for a moment as if she forgot she was wearing it. However, she doesn’t protest just follows me meekly as I lead her downstairs. I feel tension on the leash and hear a stifled gasp as she sees that I have rigged manacles over a pipe in the ceiling. Just the right height that she won’t be completely suspended but little more than her toes will touch the ground. I’d been planning revenge of the sensual kind after our argument, but this has turned out so much better.
I tug her towards the manacles but I can feel her pulling back against me with every step. Glancing back I see that this isn’t really intentional on her part, she’s staring at the cuffs as if bewitched. I say her name once, harshly and her attention snaps back to me.
“Spike I don’t know, I don’t think….”
“No,” I tell her. “Don’t think, just do as I tell you. You’ll need to save your brain for the next part.”
“Yes Sir.” She says and allows me to pull her beneath the manacles and secure both hands high above her. I gloat a little to myself, I estimated the height just right. Her toes and just a tiny bit of the balls of her feet touch the ground, but her beautiful lean body is stretched taut and totally vulnerable to me.
I pick up the cane and start to slowly circle her, tapping it threateningly against my hand as I appraise her heavenly form. The first time I walk behind her she tries to twist in her chains to watch me but finds she is unable. However, I decide the movement she can make is more than I’d like. Quickly I bring two lengths of rope over and secure them round her ankles. Pulling her legs apart I stretch the rope backwards and tie it round the posts at the foot of the bed. She’s far enough away from the bed that I can walk around her, stepping over the ankle ropes and now she is open completely to me.
Her heartrate speeds up and I detect the definite aroma of arousal. Surprising even myself I suddenly reach out and strike the back of each thigh in turn with the cane. She gasps and jolts on the chains. I don’t intend this to be about her arousal just yet.
“Now, Buffy.” I begin “I am going to ask you some questions. You will answer quickly and truthfully. If you hesitate, or lie, or give me an answer I don’t like, you will feel the cane somewhere on your beautiful body. I advise you to answer as quick and as true as humanly possible because I shall not be holding back. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.” She answers, beginning to tremble a little.
“Ok now that I’ve got you all trussed up where I want you we will begin.” Her scent hits me again. I love it when her ‘kinky little bitch’ side makes itself known.
“Describe to me how you felt when you were in heaven.”
Her brow furrows in confusion, evidently this was not the kind of question she was expecting. My hand twitches ready to raise the cane to punish her hesitation. She reads me almost as well as I do her and immediately blurts out an answer.
“Nice. It was nice.”
I shake my head and click my tongue at her as I deliver a blow to her ass. She strains forward in her bindings, trying fruitlessly to escape the tingling, stinging burn elicited by the rod.
“Stand still,” I bark. “and answer me properly! I want a real description of how you felt.”
“I felt warm.” She answers, her voice shaking a little. “I was warm and comfortable and loved. I was so peaceful, there was no fighting, no violence, no responsibility. I was happy and safe. I knew that everything, everyone I loved would be ok in the end. Even if they had to fight suffer and die on earth they would be with me eventually and they would feel the peace and love, and once you feel it the earthly fighting and suffering doesn’t matter any more. It’s all washed away.”
Her chin is quivering now and she looks close to tears, remembering how wonderful it must have been. If I let myself, I would be sad that she will end up there again, one day and I won’t be with her. I’m certain that is not what awaits me when my dust finally blows in the wind.
“It’s ok to cry.” I tell her. “Just don’t expect that to get you out of this. We have work to do here. Now, describe what it was like before you died. How did you feel day-to-day?”
“Tired.” She says immediately. “I was tired so much of the time, it just didn’t stop. There was always something that needed to be slain. I felt dirty, from handling and killing evil night after night. I felt lost, I couldn’t cope with Dawn like mom did.”
“What else?” I ask her, sensing that there is more.
“I felt proud.” She lowers her head as she says this and the tears start flowing. “I knew that no matter how hard things were, I loved my sister and my friends and they loved me. I felt like my fighting was doing some good. We were making the world better. Although it was one vamp at a time it was still one less piece of evil in the world every time I dusted one.”
“And tell me again how you feel about this stuff now you are back.”
“Ashamed.” She says, which surprises me.
“Why?”
She doesn’t answer, just shakes her head as if she can’t find the words as silent tears leak from her eyes. I can’t cave now, we have so many issues to get through. I lift her chin on the tip of my cane and she looks at me without me asking.
“Why ashamed?” I ask.
This time when she hesitates I have to strike her, can’t let the rules go. I make it hard so that she knows she WILL talk to me, she will open up fully.
“Because I’m not proud any more. I don’t want to fight. I want to go back and I want to take my friends with me. It just goes on and on. The fighting and the killing and the pain, and now I know how to make it stop. I don’t care about the world any more, don’t care about doing the right thing, fighting the good fight. I don’t feel like the world is worth saving. And I can’t tell them. They wouldn’t understand, they’d think I was so ungrateful for all the trouble they went to to bring me back. So I have to keep on fighting and playing happy families. And I’m scared I can’t keep doing it Spike.”
“That’s Sir to you.” I say sternly giving her a tap with the cane. Can’t let her forget who’s in charge if I’m going to make her see sense. “Now, Buffy take a moment to think about your life before last summer, your life now and your ‘life’ in heaven. Which one do you think most people would choose?”
“But I’m not most people. I have a sacred duty. I……”
I slash the cane across the back of her right knee and she gasps and he sentence tails of. “Just answer the question I ask you.”
“They’d choose heaven. But…” she wisely stops as I raise my hand again, a look of warning in my eye.
“See, Slayer. If you just described that to someone the way you described it to me, there is no doubt they would choose heaven, and probably leave the conversation feeling a bit pissed off at whatever their lives held after the suggestion of such bliss. And to you it’s not just a suggestion. You’ve been there! You actually know just how wonderful it is. Then you’re wrenched back into this miserable plain. Is it any wonder you’re numb? You think there are many people who would have your strength? Who wouldn’t have just taken their life as soon as they could, to get back to that? Are you a bad person for needing time to adjust? You had the Slayer gig thrust upon you at such an young age. You were a child with adult responsibilities and that’s left you feeling responsible for everything, you shoulder responsibility because that’s all you know how to do. It makes you feel guilt for things that aren’t your fault. But you are not a bad person. When I explain it like that you must see. Does it make you a bad person Buffy?”
“But I’m the slayer. I should be able….”
Lash! “Answer the question. Does not immediately adjusting to the loss of heavenly bliss make you a bad person?”
“No.” she mumbles quietly
Lash! Across the buttocks. “Louder!”
“No!” she says louder.
Lash! Buttocks again. “No what?”
“No Sir. It doesn’t make me a bad person!” louder again.
Lash! “Good girl, now say it once more, let me hear that you believe it.”
“It doesn’t make me a bad person Sir!” she says loud and clear, the flow of tears abating a little. Oh how I wish this were the end of it but she told me much more upstairs. So many more things are fucking her up. I need to make sure this is embedded then we can move on.
“How did you feel when Willow crashed the car that night?”
“Angry.” She says gritting her teeth at the memory.
Lash! On her back.
“Fear!” she blurts out through the gasp caused by the last blow.
I tap the back of her legs this time. “What else?”
“H-hurt and guilt.” And here come the tears again, I’m thankful she’s coming with me on this I’d hate to have to lash her repeatedly and severely to get her to open up. I’d do it of course because we have to beat her demons but she seems to get this and it seems to be working. “I was hurt that she’d endanger Dawn, like that. So so worried about Dawn, and – and about Willow but I didn’t know it then. And I feel so guilty Spike. So guilty that I put Dawn in that situation by not noticing what was going on with Willow. By being so wrapped up in myself.”
“Stop right there!” I tell her. “We’ve already established that you are not a bad person for not being able to jump back into life, happy-go-lucky and smiling all over the place. What happened wasn’t your doing. Did you make Willow get addicted to dark magic?”
“Well it did start when she brought me back and maybe if I hadn’t been so….”
Lash! “Did you physically force Willow to get into that stuff?”
“Oww!!” she wails, that last one landing across two previous welts. “No I didn’t force her.”
“Whose fault was her addiction?”
“Willow’s”
“Is Willow an adult who can make her own decisions?”
“Yes.”
“Is it your fault?”
“No.”
“Say it.”
“It’s not my fault Sir.” She is, as always, a quick learner and says it loud and clear, avoiding another lash and an order to speak up.
“Good girl.” I praise. Moving in and running my hand over her cheek. “You can’t go on blaming yourself for everything.” I kiss the remnants of her latest tears from her cheeks. “Now, you’ve done so well up to now I think a reward is in order.”
I slide the cane between her pussy lips and apply a slight upwards pressure to her clit as I run it back and forth. She moans and tries ineffectually to move her hips.
“A-ah-ah pet.” I say. “You’re getting your reward but I’m in control of it, and you, don’t try to force it.”
“I’m sorry Sir.” She says her eyes meeting mine, glazed over with lust.
“Do you remember the last time I did this?” I ask her. “That first time we played and I fucked you hard from behind as I rubbed your needy little clit with the cane? It was bamboo that time wasn’t it? Nice big bulges in it to punish your clit and get you off. This ones smoother pet, but it will do the job. You want it don’t you? Even without my dick pounding your pussy you’re going to cum for me aren’t you? Just like last time.”
“Ohhh unnghh!” is her only answer as my reminder of our previous games no doubt sets off the most erotic imagery in her head.
“That’s it my little bitch” I whisper right in her ear. “Remember how hard I fucked you? How hard you came? Do it again for me. See what happens when you please me. You get this exquisite pleasure. You don’t need to wait for permission, luv. Cum when you’re ready. Cum for me.”
And she does. Her head is flung back between her upstretched arms as she keens and wails out her release. Her arms and legs strain at their bonds as the pleasure washes through her. God but she’s magnificent when she cums. I could make her do it all day just so I could watch. I can’t do that though I realise as she begins to come down. Her head now hanging limply downwards as she heaves in breaths as if she’s just been saved from drowning.
When her breathing is under control she looks at me expectantly and rattles the manacles. Oh my poor little Buffy she honestly thinks I’m going to let her down already?
“Oh no pet.” I tell her. “Consider that motivation if you like. Motivation to please me and answer my questions properly. We’re still a long way from finished. The quicker you please me though the sooner you’ll get more of that. Sooner I’ll let you down and fuck your brains out.”
Her breath catches as I finish speaking and her pupils dilate. Arousal shining from her like a beacon.
“Yes Sir.” She breathes out.
“Good. Then on we go. Now, we’ve established you take the blame for things that aren’t your fault. Let’s try a different conversation and see how well the lesson has sunk in. The man who died tonight.” She winces as I say it but I carry right on. “Who killed him?
“Me.” She says. Tears back again. God this is a rollercoaster of emotion for her but we have to address all of the things that are slowly killing her.
Lash
“Who killed him?”
“The vamp physically did it but if I…..”
Lash!
“Who killed him?”
“The vampire!” it comes out as a squeak as she sees me preparing for another stroke.
“Can you save every single person in danger from vampires?”
“I should be able to.” Her voice is laced with pain, tears falling again. “I should do my job…”
LASH! She’s getting too close to falling back into the ‘everything’s my fault’ state of mind. I knew this would be a tough one, knew she’d feel she had actual reason to blame herself. Slaying and protecting are her job after all. It’s been drummed into her since she was 15.
“Did you kill the vampire that did it?”
“Yes, but he’d already….”
Lash
“Did you kill the vampire?”
“Yes.”
“Can you save everyone?”
“No.”
“Do you care that you can’t save them all?”
“Yes, always. But tonight, I was right there and I………..”
LASH
“For all you know they could have had fifty mates waiting round the corner. You couldn’t have fought all of them. You said it yourself, you have to go one at a time. For all you know the vamps mate might have gotten him while you were busy fighting. It’s not the first time a vamp has gotten to someone before you could stop them. The very fact that that tears you up so much proves that you’re not this evil bad person you seem to want to paint yourself as. You can’t save them all. Say it for me Buffy.”
“I can’t save them all.” She mumbles, head down.
“Come on Buffy!” I yell at her. “You know that isn’t nearly good enough!” I strike her once with each word as I continue. “Say. It. Louder!”
“I can’t save them all.” It’s louder, but not loud enough I’m afraid. I grimace as I raise the cane again her buttocks thighs and back are starting to look very sore but I can see that the earliest stripes are already fading. I land one on the front of her thigh however and she gasps at the unexpected pain in a new area.
“Like you mean it.” I command.
“I CAN’T SAVE THEM ALL!” she yells. That’s my little spitfire, that’s the strength of feeling I was looking for.
“You’ve saved thousands of lives. Say it.”
“I’ve saved thousands of lives!”
“You’ve given up your life twice. Say it.”
“I’ve done my duty and given up my life twice!”
I can’t help a grin at her adding a bit. Apparently her cheeky little bint is coming through. She knows I want her just to repeat what I have said. I don’t punish her for it though. I’m glad to see a bit of spirit back in her.
“You’re entitled to bow under the pressure of it once in a while.”
She hesitates but only a little. “I’m entitled to bow under the pressure once in a while. As long as it’s not too often.”
This time the addition earns her a slap from my hand on her sore butt. I look at her face and am amazed when she sticks her tongue out at me. She amazes me by her ability to bounce back. However, I’m not entirely fooled. She’s been through too many emotions in too short a period of time for this to be genuine playfulness. For everything to suddenly feel alright to her. We also have some other issues to get to.
“Put it away pet!” I tell her. “We’ll find plenty of use for that again later. Now, I was going to give you a reward but I do believe you are pushing for more punishment. Want a taste of the crop luv? Is that it?”
“Sir, no Sir!” she says in the manner of a recruit answering a drill sergeant and now I know she’s covering. She is not that fine at all.
“Do you think we’re playing here Buffy?” I say in icy tones. “This isn’t a game. Need I remind you why you are here?”
“No Sir.” She answers quietly. Her head dropping and tears beginning to fall. The change is so dramatic and quick that I worry for a second. Emotionally she’s all over the place, maybe I shouldn’t have reminded her of everything that has gone before like that.
“I’m sorry Sir. It’s just you really made me feel better for a moment. I got carried away. It won’t happen again. And obviously I’ll take whatever punishment you see fit to give me for being so insolent.”
“Buffy, if I let you down, do you promise to be good and do as I say?”
“Yes Sir. Of course Sir. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry but please don’t doubt that I’ll do what you say though.” Bloody hell, she’s sobbing now!
I move quickly, untie her legs and release her from the manacles. Her knees buckle as her weight is released and I have to catch her with an arm around her waist. My heart sinks for the thousandth time tonight when she pulls straight out of my arms and drops to her knees sobbing. I didn’t even get a chance to massage some blood back into her undoubtedly aching limbs. I crouch down to her and wrap my arms around her sobbing form.
“Oh please, please don’t comfort me. I don’t deserve it. And please don’t think what you just did didn’t work. You did help me Spike. I get it. I can’t take responsibility for everything and I’m not completely a cold unfeeling bitch. You showed me how I cared for Willow and Dawn even when I was so angry. How I care for the people I can’t save. But that wasn’t everything was it Spike? It doesn’t make this, with you right does it?”
The bottom drops out of my world. What do I say to that?
Chapter 6
Well, I may not have a clue what to say to that last little bombshell, but my anger and my demon certainly do. As always they replace the hurt with anger. My eyes flash and I feel the change happen, my face shifting.
“Bitch!” I snarl. “So we’re back to that game are we luv. Come to Spike to get a happy then fuck off into the night?”
“No!” she yells anger flashing in her eyes now, though currently I don’t think she has any right to it. “That’s not it at all, don’t be so stupid Spike. Hear me……”
I cut her off with a vicious backhand to her face, sending her sprawling backwards onto her sore ass. If what she said didn’t mean what it sounded like then we’re still playing and I’m going to get to the bottom of this.
She raises a hand to rub and soothe her scarlet cheek but I stop her before it gets there.
“Touch it and I’ll beat you so hard that even Slayer healing won’t relieve the agony and injuries. If you don’t mean to leave now Buffy, know that we are still ‘playing’ our game.”
She glares at me but her hand stays frozen in mid-air. It could go either way at the moment and were I alive the tension would be killing me. Her sat on the dirt floor of my cavern bedroom, me still crouched, like a wild beast ready to pounce, watching her intently. Her head lowers and she says softly.
“Forgive me Sir.”
“Not until you tell me what you meant.” I say.
“Not forgive me for what I just said.” She says. “Forgive me for what I’m about to do.”
I only have a second to be confused before her Slayer strength and speed make themselves apparent. I find my lower legs trapped beneath her knees. I’m pushed back so I’m now sitting on my arse and she has my hands trapped under hers on the floor by my side. Her head moves down towards my cock, which I now realise is flaccid. Apparently her last question took the proverbial wind out of my sails and I’m not even managing half mast now.
I am astounded when she bends lower, still trapping my legs and hands. She manoeuvres her mouth to the tip of my dick and slowly slides it in. A couple of teasing flicks at the head and a long slow lick from bottom to top are all it takes for me to harden again. The sight of her sucking my cock is almost as arousing as the actual action is itself. I groan a little and throw my head back as she begins to matter-of-factly suck me off. No playing or teasing just the delicious up and down strokes that have me gritting my teeth as I long to be able to pound into her mouth.
It seems that she is not the only one subject to the ‘emotional rollercoaster’ phenomenon. My head is spinning so much at the current turn of events that in no time at all I’m growling out my orgasm as I spill in her mouth. My hands strain in her Slayer grasp, wanting to break free and hold her head in place as I shoot into her throat. As I come down from my release she looks me square in the eye.
“I don’t want to always take from you Spike. I want to give too.”
I’m still a little hazy and don’t move fast enough to grab her when she releases her hold and stands up quickly. However, it is not necessary because what she does next amazes me. She walks over to the manacles where they still hang over the pipe. She closes one around her right wrist and holds her left wrist up next to the other cuff before fixing me with her intense gaze.
"I realise you’ll want to punish me for taking such a liberty. Please do it. Please don't hold back. You've helped me so much already, I beg you to finish the job."
I give up trying to follow her around the emotional bends she's tugging me around and settle for giving her what she asks for. I stand and quickly cross the room to secure her other wrist in the manacle. I open my mouth to launch into a speech about how, as much as I enjoyed her little folly just now, I can't allow my bitch to take control like that unless I express a distinct wish for it. I don't even get the chance to speak as she turns moist eyes up to me and says again.
"Please don't hold back. I need this and the way I treat you makes me feel worse than all the rest, because it’s what I do to make myself feel better about everything else."
Oh Lord what is she doing to me? I'm scared she's about to cry again because if she does I won't be able to stop myself from letting her down and kissing, hugging and soothing her until the pain goes away whether she likes it or not. I can't do that because the pain won't really have gone. She seems to have worked out that I've discovered the key to baring and hopefully mending her soul and I can't take that away from her. We need to get all the emotions and issues bubbling under the surface out into the light of day, metaphorically speaking of course! So here I go, Master Spike MUST make an unrelenting comeback.
"Right then!" I say moving to tie her feet again as before. "Congratulations Slayer. You’re going to get what you want as per fucking usual."
I stalk over to the bed where I laid the punishment implements and pick up the crop, before returning to stand in front of her.
"Spike," she says, her voice soft, eyes full of pleading. "You can use the whip."
"Insolent little bitch!" I yell. All the while urging myself to keep it up, keep the hard tone in my voice and it’s corresponding look in my eyes. "I know very well I can use the whip. I can use whatever the fuck I want on you. Trust me you'll get a strong taste of the whip if you carry on like this. At this moment in time I OWN you pet and I won't have you presuming to tell me what to do. Tell me I own your ass."
"I'm sorry Sir. I wasn't trying to tell you what to do I.....ahhhhh"
I strike her hard with the crop across her breast. A gesture which I quickly repeat, can't have one unblemished when the other is so beautifully adorned with my mark of punishment.
"Tell me I own you Slayer."
"You own me Sir. I am yours to command and punish as you wish. Please forgive me."
Good. Her words and the proper tone in which they are delivered tell me I have managed to put her firmly back in sub-space. The angry welts on her chest glare a reproval at me, but this won't work if there is even a hint of the rebellion that gave her the fortitude to pin me down while she sucked my dick. And for all I know that the blow job was to prove me she meant what she said about giving not always taking, I have to consider it rebellion if this exercise is going to work out.
"Good slut." I commend her. "We will see about your making amends for what I'm allowing to pass as a moment of insanity later. Right now, we have other issues to address, so we will continue in the vein we had started in."
"Yes Sir." is all she says as she lowers her head and waits for the punishment to come. Strangely her body seems to relax and I honestly believe she is relieved that we’re back on track now. She actually seems happier, strange as that is in her current predicament.
“Ok, so upstairs you said that you’re a horrible person because you won’t even let yourself think about your feelings for me. We’re going to address that issue. Who was the first man you ever loved?” I ask her. I see her wince at the question but when I draw back the crop to strike the front of her thighs for hesitation she babbles out her answer quickly.
“Angel!”
Swoosh – Whack!
She gasps at the fiery trail left across the front of her leg.
“Wrong answer.” I tell her. “I know you’re a little jezebel and sex is all you think about but I don’t mean sexual love. Who was the first man you ever felt any strong emotion for?”
“M-my dad?” she says
“Good girl. We have a right answer.” Her body relaxes as much as it can.
“Next?” I ask her.
“Merrick.” She says confidently.
“Who the hell is Merrick?” I ask her dangerously softly. “God how many men have you been through Slayer?”
“Hey!” she starts to protest but thinks better of it when I raise an eyebrow and the crop. “Merrick was my first watcher. In LA. He - he died.”
I curse myself for a moment for being so stupid. Of course I knew who Merrick was, she’s mentioned him before in passing. Now there’s a can of worms I don’t want to open, if we do she’ll be blaming herself for his death and we’re NOT going there again damnit.
“Next.” I say quickly, before she has time to start mulling.
“Giles!” she says quickly, evidently catching on to the ‘all kinds of love’ answers I’m looking for.
“Ok. Next.”
“Angel.” She winces again as if she expects punishment just for saying my Sires name. Actually I’d quite like to punish her for letting that prick near her but even I’m not that unfair.
“Next.”
“Riley.” A grimace with this one. Now there’s one she actually deserves punishment for.
“Ok. Good girl. Now tell me, what do all of these idiots have in common?”
“I loved them all?” she says uncertainly.
Swoosh – Whack.
“Think again honey.”
“They all left me?”
“Good girl. Now why did they leave?”
“Well you’ve made me see that it’s obviously a pattern. And I’m the common denominator. I must have driven them away, been too clingy, too needy….”
Swoosh - WHACK!
Her buttocks catch it hard this time and she gasp loudly, straining forward in the restraints again as if she’s trying to escape the fire blazing across her behind.
“Whose decision was it for any of them to leave?”
“Theirs.” She says sadly, her head hanging.
Swoosh – Whack – back of the knees.
“Louder.” I urge her.
“Theirs, it was their decision.”
“Why do you think they left?”
“I-I don’t know. Giles and Angel said it was for my own good. Riley said I couldn’t love him and I guess Dad, or any of them in fact, just didn’t love me enough.”
Damnit this is so not where I meant to take this. Ok think Spike think. Got to get this turned round to a positive for her. Jesus I could rip the heads of every one of those wankers right now. Problem is *I have no comprehension of how any of them could leave her, my beautiful, magnificent, powerful, vulnerable Slayer. What the fuck were they thinking?
“Maybe that’s why I don’t’ believe it when you say it Spike.” She interrupts my frantic brain scramble with her soft choked voice. “They all said they loved me, but not enough to stick around. Maybe you can’t love me like you say you do because there’s something so unlovable about me that it makes men run.”
“Oh pet. No! Don’t you ever think that.” I move in closer to her and lift her head with a probably too-firm grip on her chin. “You are beautiful and special and breathtaking and my love for you consumes me. There is not an unlovable thing about you. Even at your worst you shine above everyone else Slayer. You always do the right thing no matter what it costs you and you routinely deal with crap that would have others in the looney bin. I can’t even begin to go into all the reasons I love you because there are simply to many of them to be uttered in one lifetime. It is not your fault that those idiots left. Giles and, much as I hate to say it, Angel, probably did think they had your best interests at heart. They were just stupid and weak luv. As for Riley, you know he couldn’t handle the fact that you didn’t need to go running to him wailing whenever you had problems. And your Dad? Well luv, sorry, I know he’s your Dad and all but the man is just a grade-A shit. None of it is *your fault.”
“I don’t know, Spike.” She says, tears falling.
I pull myself back just before the urge to soothe overcomes me.
“That’s Sir, to you Slayer. I don’t want to have to remind you about that again. It was not your fault! Say it.”
She hesitates. I don’t think she can get the words out past the lump in her throat. Nevertheless I’m back in ‘the zone’ here and I have to do what she needs. I swish the crop across the back of her knees.
“It wasn’t my fault.” It’s said too quietly and with next to no conviction. I manage to stop the crop just before it hits her back as she hears the swish and repeats in a panicked but louder voice. “It isn’t my fault!”
“You see Slayer?” I say to her. “Every shit of a man you ever loved has buggered off into the wild blue yonder. Is it any wonder you’re scared to even entertain the possibility that you have feelings for me? Obviously any less stubborn person would see that I’m not going anywhere, but your stubbornness is part of what I love about you Slayer. I do love you. I’m not going anywhere. The last thing I want is for you to feel bad about that. I understand your reluctance to open yourself up to that kind of hurt again, but it won’t scare me off. I’ve hung around this long without it haven’t I?”
I see the faintest hint of a smile on her face with that last question of mine. However, it disappears quickly when I steer her towards the next topic.
“Right then, let’s talk about this guilt trip you have going over how you treat me. You have to stop telling yourself you’re bad and taking advantage.”
“But, how can I? I’m a bitch to you. You know I am.” She looks at my unimpressed and unconvinced face. “Just cos you seem to enjoy it doesn’t make it right.” She says.
It’s not until I look closely at her face that I see a cheeky glint in her eye. Oh, I’m so happy she’s feeling improved enough to make jokes at my expense, but she’s not fooling me, and I won’t be put off that easily.
“Hold your tongue!” I bark, fighting hard to repress a grin. “You’ve asked for it now girl. I promised you’d feel the whip if you kept up the insolence and that was the last straw. Besides, we’re about to talk about me and I always was a bit of an egotist. Definitely think I warrant the implement that will make the biggest impression.” I do grin at her as I finish and I can smell her confusion. I’m threatening, (no, promising) her a whipping but I’m smiling at her too. She doesn’t know how to take this, which can only work to my advantage.
“Right, back to correcting this foolish notion that everything in the world is your fault you silly girl. First question. Did you make me fall in love with you?”
“No Sir.”
“Do either of us have any choice in the fact that I love you?”
“No Sir.”
“Do you force me to tell you that I love you?”
“No Sir.”
Well, well, it appears the Slayer has a little fear of the whip. Either that or I’m doing better than I thought. I haven’t had to even raise it for dithering.
“Do you honestly think that if you stopped coming round here for sex I’d stop loving you? Or even leave you alone?”
She smirks a little. “I *know you wouldn’t.” she says. “Haven’t found a way to get…..”
“Buffy!” I warn, raising the whip. “You are so going to get a spanking for that little smirk later. I suggest you do not finish that sentence unless you really want to feel the sting of this whip.”
“I’m sorry.” She says, dropping her eyes and her head, but I’m pleased to see the smile is not entirely gone. I clear my throat, pulling on my serious face again, though my demon has largely receded now. It’s not really necessary anymore.
“What did I do when you came here all invisible?”
Oh, if I’d thought the smirk just now was cheeky I really have to think again. Her whole face becomes one big smirk at my question and I know exactly what she’s thinking of.
“Not that, you little harlot.” I say sternly.
No matter how much I myself would like to indulge in the memories of the magnificent sex we had that day, I can’t allow her too much free rein. I have to keep the control here. Using all my experience with this kind of punishment implement I slash at her back. I use just the right flick of my wrist so that the whip stings her like hell but doesn’t break the skin or leave too horrific a mark.
Her face falls and I detect a touch of anger, probably because I’m spoiling her apparent rising spirits but I have to be sure she’s getting the message and will listen to what I have to say. I can tell when she speaks that the anger is also at the memory I just brought up.
“You threw me out.” She says accusingly. Her mouth unconsciously forming that adorable pout that makes me want to bite her lower lip and suck on it all day. “Which by the way I will soooo get my own back…….”
“Remember the game we’re playing girl.” I say, flicking the end of the whip twice on her stomach. “I suggest you shut up, I won’t be so lenient if you speak out of turn again.”
She closes her mouth, pout still in place damn her, though it is decidedly less pronounced than before.
“So, I kicked you out because I didn’t like the terms of the arrangement that day. What does that tell you? Do you see that I have a mind of my own in all of this?”
“Well, yes because you threw me out.” She says. “But you are a man……..sort of. And if I come round just offering it on a plate…”
I don’t bother with a warning this time I slash her back three times in quick succession and harder than I have up to now. Then I sigh heavily.
“You really need to learn to control that mouth of yours Slayer. You’re suggesting I have no more control than a schoolboy and that pisses me off. Pissing me off in your current situation is not something I would recommend. I have a choice here Slayer. You think that when you come to me I don’t know that you’re not feeling the same love as I am? Of course I bloody well know it, but I let it happen all the same. I’m not an innocent little choirboy that you’re using for your own smutty ends you know. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not going down the same route as you and blaming myself for the inadequacies in our relationship or whatever the hell it is. But I can’t let you shoulder the responsibility for something you’re conditioned to see as wrong.”
She looks like she is about to interrupt, she has the look on her face. The one that she once told me she used to refer to as ‘but face’ on Giles. I steam roller right over whatever she is about to say.
“Who took who on the balcony?”
The ever-present scent of her arousal thickens considerably at the memory of the night so recently in the bronze. It reminds me that I’ve slightly neglected the sexual side of this since I got her trussed up again. Can’t have that. I am seriously trying to help her here but I feel honour bound to give her what she needs in all areas. It can only serve to help the argument I have planned.
“You took me.” She states. “But I didn’t stop you and I could have.”
Lash!
“Were you entirely happy about doing what we did in public, with your friends downstairs?”
“N-no, but…”
“But nothing.” I don’t hit her this time, I have her full attention. “And yet I did it anyway didn’t I? You say you were uncomfortable with it. You say you didn’t stop me, like that’s your fault too. Slayer, I’ve had plenty of practice at being evil. I knew exactly what I was doing that night.” I realise if it were possible to catch sight of myself in the mirror I’d be looking a little shamefaced just now. To hide it from her I move round behind her in imitation of the way we were positioned on the night in question. As I continue to speak I allow a hand to snake round her front and toy with her clit.
“I could sense how emotional you were. How out of place you felt. I played on it. I know which buttons to press and I knew that not only could I get you to do it, but that I could make you enjoy it. And much as I hate to admit it, a part of me revelled in the fact that I was making you find intense pleasure in something that must feel so wrong to you.”
She’s moaning softly now, perspiring, but keeping her eyes open as if we’re back on that balcony and I’ve already given her the order not to close them.
“I saw and felt a lost little girl that night luv. And I came up behind you, whispered words I knew would get you hot. Challenged you to stop me from giving you what I could tell you so desperately needed. Do you remember what I did next luv?” I whisper the last right in her ear and her head lolls back. She seems incapable of answering me. Still toying with her clit I turn the whip around so that the handle is pointing upwards as I manoeuvre it between her legs.
“I ignored your uneasiness and shoved my cock into you right there.” I shove the handle of the whip not gently but carefully up inside her. She gasps loudly and tries to push back against it. I move it in and out, my hand still playing as I continue to speak.
“Does this feel or sound like the actions of a doormat? Does it sound like a man who lets himself be completely walked over?”
“No- oh god - no Spike it doesn’t. Oh, please. Please!”
“Please what?” I say in annoyingly curious tone as I pull that whip from her and move back round to stand before her. “Oh I’m sorry Slayer. Did you want to cum? Good. Then my message should get through. I know what effect I can have on you. The right ways to mess with your head until you don’t know whether you’re coming – ha- or going. That’s not the work of a poor innocent victim luv. We play games with each other Slayer, that’s what we do! And if you insist on assigning guilt we’re both as guilty as each other. Which personally I think exonerates us both. Oh and by the way I’m not going to make you cum yet. Now, do you see my meaning Slayer?”
“Yes. Yes I do Sir.” She says. “Please don’t whip me again, but I need to bring something else up.”
“Well when you ask so nicely how can I refuse your request pet? But be warned if this is something inconsequential and silly I will tan your hide good and proper.”
“Yes Sir. It’s…..well, I mean I understand everything you just…..erm….demonstrated. But what about later that night? In the alley beside the police station? That wasn’t me using you for sex. That was me abusing you.”
“Abusing me?” I say in disbelief. “Buffy do you remember what I said to you? I was pushing your buttons again. Trying to find a way through that damned goodness you’re so steeped in. Trying to stop you from giving yourself up for murder. And what did I do? Brought up the last thing you wanted to hear right then. I told you I loved you, like that would make you stay, especially after the way I’d toyed with you at the bronze. You were in a state luv and I just managed to get you even more riled up. Then I had another brilliant plan. When you punched me I thought I could get you to let all the emotion out, so you’d stop blaming yourself and see sense. I told you to do it Buffy, remember. ‘Put it all on me’ I said. I received every blow with the hope that you’d let enough out to see straight. When it started and I thought for a second that you might be getting control I told you I loved you and then I said the thing next to that, that I knew would get to you most. Remember?”
“Yes.” She says hanging her head. “You called me ‘your girl’. Then I really let you have it.”
“Do you honestly think I didn’t know what effect that would have on you pet? And no it’s not pleasant to have the knowledge that *that* is the thing that would do it, but like I say luv, I know what buttons to push. I asked for it then as surely as I did seconds before when I told you to put it all on me. I’m not trying to say what happened was right. You wouldn’t be human if you didn’t feel bad about it but you can’t carve yourself up over it. It was a situation that could and should have been handled better by both of us. But it wasn’t and there’s nothing we can do about that now. It sure as hell wasn’t solely your fault. Say it.”
“It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t your fault. It’s over.”
“Good girl. Louder!”
“It wasn’t either of our faults!”
“Good. And just so you know Slayer. I let you beat me. Didn’t you wonder why I didn’t raise a hand back to you. Even at the beginning I was just blocking your punches. If I didn’t think I was helping you you’d have had a hell of a fight on your hands. And also just so you know, you try that again and I will kick your ass Slayer or not!”
“Oh really? You think so do you?” she says. Her expression is cocky and she exudes the confidence and downright sex appeal that I love so much when she’s fighting.
According to the game I should punish her for such cheek but despite all I just said to her there are times she has total power over me. Even now, bound and open and at my mercy she has the power to make me forget the game for a second and kiss the hell out of her. And that’s what I do. I grasp her hair firmly and crash my mouth down on to hers. The kiss is hard and fierce and consuming. I can’t even rightly tell how long it lasts. It feels like forever and it also feels likes a mere second before I pull back to find her face and chest flushed, lust burning in her eyes. I’m entranced by her wanton faced beauty until I’m pulled from gaping at her by the sound of her rattling the manacles round her wrists. I look up at them and back at her to see an expectant look now on her face as she looks up at the manacles herself then back at me.
“Oh no you don’t my girl.” I say, noting with satisfaction that the phrase ‘my girl’ although in a slightly different context, does not have the same effect as it did in the alley. “I have a final speech to make then I need to check you have understood and truly learned my lessons today.”
Chapter 7
“Now,” I start, in as level a voice as I can manage. “Do you think everything we’ve gone through today has gotten through that obstinate head of yours?”
“Yes Sir.” She says immediately.
“Ok, so, correct me if I’m wrong but one of your biggest issues here was not being able to feel? For me, for your friends, for anything. I think the amount of tears you’ve spilled here shows just how deeply you feel Buffy, along with everything you’ve told me and let yourself face. But let’s just test the theory shall we?”
I know she is feeling a lot better, even better than she did when she had finally spilled it all. If I wasn’t sure on this there’s no way in hell I’d be making the joke I’m about to. Walking round behind her my lips curl in a tight smile as she tries to twist in her chains to see what I’m doing. Without warning I slap a hand upwards onto the curve of her bottom and squeeze.
“Did ya feel that Slayer?” I ask putting my head where she can see me grinning at her with my tongue behind my top teeth. To my utter delight she laughs a genuine hearty laugh.
“Yes Sir.” She giggles. “I felt it.”
“Good. Well that’s sorted then. Don’t get me wrong Slayer, I’m not suggesting that life’s going to be all bloody roses from now on. It’s still going to be hard for you. But I want you to remember the lessons we learned today…..You also told me how bad you felt about us. I think that we’ve got that sorted too but you know me, never can resist talking about my handsome self so I’m going to give you a few more home truths about us. Do you think you can listen and not contradict me? Or should I get the whip again?”
“Depends which end you’re gonna use and where you’re gonna put it.” She answers saucily.
“Watch it luv!” I warn moving back round in front of her. I can feel her mood more keenly than usual tonight. Ever since we started shagging I’ve been able to sense something bubbling under the surface with her. No matter how cheery a face she put on (which wasn’t often with me to be honest) I could always feel it. Give her her dues, she’s good at covering and she was covering so well that I wasn’t going to push it. Although I’d give anything for the painful state she was in earlier to have never happened, in a way I’m glad. Now, I can sense there is still a little turmoil there but it’s very slight and nothing like what was bubbling away for weeks. Her smile for once is completely genuine as is her teasing mood. I want to make sure that she stays this way or even improves further once this game is ended and she comes out of sub-space. So at the risk of repeating myself a little I have to make her understand some things.
“Ok, so back to my point about the balcony for a moment. I was playing with you. You’ve played with me plenty too. My point is, that’s just us Slayer. It’s the nature of our relationship. I take just as much advantage of you as vice versa. And yes I feel bad about it sometimes but no matter what either of us does or doesn’t feel, you *know* that neither of us feels bad when I’m inside of you. When we’re screaming each others names there is no room for guilt or hurt or blame. At those moments we have a connection and I know you feel it. Even if that connection is nothing more than fantastic sex it’s there.
“I’m not saying it’s healthy all this taking advantage and game playing but we’re a vampire and a Slayer for God’s sake. We’re writing our own rule book. All we can do is ride the wave and see what shore it washes us up on eventually. We can make each other feel like no-one else can, be it angry, frustrated or incredibly good. After all your effort fighting and saving the world no-one can begrudge you that.
“Nothing is ever black and white Buffy. Even your self-hatred and guilt are good to a point; they prove just how human you still are. Just go with each moment as it comes and maybe one day I’ll be helping you with your walking frame and arguing with you about who saved who’s ass way back when we had our twentieth apocalypse.”
She laughs at that and I can’t help but join her for a second at the mental imagery my own words have conjured.
“Of course,” I continue in an offhand tone. “You might stake me in my sleep next week. But until what happens, happens just keep trying to find yourself and I promise I’ll help you look. Maybe we can’t change the world. Maybe you’ll never tell me you love me, but I’ll be right here…..Especially if I think I’m annoying you, never could resist an opportunity to wind you up pet.
“As for what we do together, don’t ever think it’s dirty or wrong. If it makes you feel good and it’s not hurting anyone, obviously apart from one of us - in the fun way, there’s no harm to it. You’re the Slayer, like it or not you have a dark side and it craves the kind of games we play. There are plenty of ‘normal’ humans who enjoy these games, you shouldn’t allow it to make you feel bad.”
“Oh my god!” she says when I stop talking for a minute. “You really like the sound of your own voice don’t you? Jeez Spike you can talk some crap when you get started! And I never said I had a problem with the actual things we do. I’ll admit I did at first but I’m so over it now. So, are ya done yet?”
“Oh Buffy, Buffy, Buffy.” I shake my head trying not to laugh. “I do believe I warned you about that mouth.”
I decide my sermonising is over. For now, my work here is done. There is sexual tension coming off her in waves and also frustration. I could have a very grouchy Slayer on my hands if I don’t move on soon. For now at least she is a hundred times happier than she has been, probably since she got back. And to be quite frank I think my dick is about to stage a mutiny if we don’t get to shagging soon. I fix a severe look on my face and stalk over to her pulling her head back by her hair I hiss in her ear.
“We’re still playing pet. So silly of you to forget when you’re all strung up still. You are so going to pay for that little speech.”
She shivers and her own playful expression becomes deadly serious as I smell her pussy begin to flow in reaction to my promise. I circle her again, looking her up and down leisurely. I have no weapon but I can tell my gaze is doing a good enough job. She knows I’m sizing her up, planning my next move and she’s seriously getting off on it.
“Hmm.” I muse “Now how should I deal with such a naughty, naughty little Slayer? Do you want me to let you down pet? Your arms and legs must be aching by now. And I’m sure I can find lots of fun ways to play with you without the chains”
I don’t wait for an answer, I move in and start to untie her feet. I run my hands slowly over her body as I move up from her feet. My hands linger for a moment as if they are going to delve between her legs and give her what I know she needs. She groans as I run them round to her butt instead, gently caressing the marks of the lesson there. I squeeze a little harder as I step right up and grind her groin against mine. My hands move back around to the front now pausing only to pinch her hard nipples, eliciting another groan from her. I shush her as I continue my exploration. God I could spend all day just running my hands up and down her lithe, taut body but her hands are straining at the cuffs now and one leg has snaked itself around me. Quickly I move up and free her. As soon as she’s free she pulls me into a heated kiss, one of her hands dropping to my groin. With all the will I have I pull back and smack her hand away.
“Not yet you don’t Slayer.” I tell her “I told you you were going to pay for your little outburst and you will.”
“Oh Spike. Please. Can’t I pay for it afterwards? I know you want to fuck me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen your dick so hard!”
“Hey!” I say sharply pulling on the leash still attached to the collar around her neck, until her face is inches from mine. “Didn’t I just say we’re still playing. Do not address me by name again. And stop the disobedience and trying to get me to shag you. You’ll get it when I decide it’s time. Just now I owe you something else.”
“I’m sorry Sir.” She says dropping her gaze and allowing me to lead her by the leash over to the bed.
When we reach the bed I turn and catch a huge grin on her face. Bless her she thinks I was blustering and I’ve actually brought her over here to shag her brains out. I sit down on the bed and pull her to stand between my legs.
“I don’t know what you are smiling about Buffy.” I say sternly, instantly wiping the smile off her face. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, such a cheeky mouth. Do you know what the best way I’ve found to deal with naughty little Slayers is?”
“No Sir.” She says, as innocent a look as she can manage on her face, playing along, and to be honest hamming it up a bit.
“I find that the best way to deal with misbehaviour is to take you over my knee and spank your lovely little bottom until it’s red and hot. And that’s what I’m going to do Buffy. I have to make sure you don’t cheek me again. I’m going to bend you over my knee and smack your bottom so hard. That’ll teach you a lesson won’t it my little harlot? I won’t be hearing any more cheek out of you when I’m finished.”
My words had the desired effect. She’s fighting to keep her eyes open and stop her head from lolling back. I can see her juices flowing down her thighs and her breathing is audible and ragged. Without further ado I pull down on the leash, turning a little to the left as I pull her down over my left leg. Most of her upper body is supported on the bed and I pin her legs down under my right leg.
“Have to keep you where you belong.” I tell her. “You can wiggle and squirm all you want Buffy.” I lean down and whisper in her ear. “And you will luv. Trust me on that. But it won’t do you any good you won’t be able to kick your legs and you’ll stay right there until I decide you’ve had enough.”
She’s panting now and it’s all I can do not to plunge my tongue into the sweet nectar gushing out of her. She’s so ready for this, I hope she likes my surprise. You see I’m not going to spank her hard at all. She’s taken enough pain today, this is designed entirely to drive her to distraction before I finally give her what she’s been asking for.
I begin a slow, random rhythm. Soft spanks, which barely even sting her but which will gradually give her a rosy ass. She moans as I stop spanking for a second or two to run my hand over her exposed pussy, spreading the moisture all round her slit. When I go back to the soft spanking she groans and wriggles a little. The little vixen is actually asking for more. Despite my decision just to tease I give her one hard smack across both cheeks which gets me an excited squeal and a lot more wriggling. Tough! I go back to the soft spanks working her ever upwards in her arousal. When I sense she is about to wriggle again I pre-empt it and give her a sound smack again. This time the squeal has become a wanton moan and I realise I’m not going to hold out much longer. I’ve never heard anyone’s breath catch in their throat in as sexy a way as hers does. Never seen an ass wiggle as sexily. Never wanted to give someone mind blowing pleasure as much as I do her.
I stroke her pussy again. This time I linger with a circular motion over her clit. My other hand enters her drenched passage and I tease her sweet spot as I increase the pressure on her clit. I always pride myself on my ability to tease her almost to the edge then pull back but I don’t think it’s ever been as close a call as it is right now. As I pull my hands away from her her body tenses. That final movement of withdrawal almost sending her over; she is rigid and so fucking close to cumming hard. I don’t touch her for a second.
“You see Buffy? I always know what to do. You got so excited when I said I was going to spank you that I realised that that just wouldn’t be punishment at all would it?”
“Please!!!” is all she seems capable of responding with.
“Please what?” I chuckle. “Something you want? Did I leave you close again? Oh aren’t I just terrible? Well that’s what you get for sassing me!”
I drag her off my knee and push her face first on the bed.
“Well, lucky for you Buffy, I’ve had enough of playing. I’m going to fuck you inside out.”
“Please!!” I chuckle again as she repeats her plea.
“Hands and knees.” I order calmly.
She does it immediately and I move forward onto the bed to kneel behind her. I skim my hands over her bottom and she pushes back against them. I slap her bum sharply and tell her to stay still. Dick in hand I proceed to tease her some more. I rub my dick up and down her cunny taking special care to rub at her clit with the head. I can hear her fighting back groans and gulping as she tries to breathe. I wait until she’s trembling with lust before I position my head at her opening and begin to slowly push in. I’m proud of her for not flinging herself back as soon as she feels me going in because that would have spoiled the next part of the plan.
As her body tenses, anticipating me thrusting to the hilt I stop and pull out, which earns me a loud groan of frustration with just an undertone of growl in it. Oh yeah Slayer wants to get fucked bad!!
“Hmmm.” I pretend to muse. “Maybe I should have you on your back.”
“Ok.” She says moving instantly to position herself
“Wait!” I say and she freezes. “I just don’t know. I said hands and knees cos I thought maybe it’d be sore on your back, but maybe that’s what you need. Maybe you need the pain while I fuck you to remind you of your lessons. Ok get on your back.”
She moves instantly again and is on her back legs spread wide before I can even blink. I consider pulling the stroking my dick up and down her wet snatch routine again but I don’t think even I could last that out. I settle for pulling a ‘deep in thought’ face as I look down on her.
“No. I’ll let you off,” I tell her. “Besides, if you’re on your knees with your ass in the air I can always give it a good smack if you get out of hand. Get back up.”
She glares at me and my heart soars. There it is that’s what I was looking for. The fire is most definitely back. No matter how good she gets at these games I can ALWAYS provoke her enough for at least one good death glare. Maybe wanting her to look like she’s about to stake me makes me a bit twisted but, hey! Hardly the big surprise now is it? Vampire, remember.
She positions herself and I plunge into her before she can say a word. I could sense a ‘you’d better fuck me right now’ speech coming on and I’m really not in any state to let her do something I’ll have to stop and punish her for.
She’s as tight and heavenly as always and we let out twin groans of satisfaction as I fill her quim. I look down and see my dick stretching her hole as I sink all the way in. Her pussy walls are grasping at my dick and I’m increasingly certain this won’t last long. I begin fast and hard straight away. She’s more than primed for it and she grunts in satisfaction with every in-stroke.
“Oh fuck Buffy.” I pant out “So fucking hot and wet pet.”
“God….” She returns “harder……please…fuck me hard…..slam your dick into me!
”
“I am…….you like that huh……..you feel me Slayer?......want more?....harder?….unghh…deeper?”
“Oh god yes…….please…..please……take me hard!”
With a growl I grab her hips and hold her still as I smash into her body. My balls bounce on her thighs as I try to get deeper with every thrust. Nothing exists for me but her exquisite body bent over in front of me and her delicious passage squeezing and spasming around my aching dick. As I get closer and closer my demon face comes out and without thought I grab her roughly by the arms, pulling her up so that she’s flush against my body. One hand goes down to her clit as the other comes up and moves her hair aside tilting her head to the right.
I continue to slam up into her as I lower my fangs to her throat. Neither of us is capable of words any longer but she arches her neck that little bit more. Letting me know that she is aware of what is going on and is giving me permission. With another growl I sink my fangs into her throat and begin to draw deeply on her hot sweet blood. There’s not a thing in the world sweeter to my kind than the blood of a slayer and although I don’t need these particular properties right now, it is a powerful aphrodisiac.
She begins to cum as soon as I bite her. Her whole body taut for a second of tension until it crashes down on her. The powerful sensations washing through her body are shared with me through her blood and I suckle harder and harder. She continues to shriek and babble as I pull and pull on her neck. I feel her blood warming me as her cries, the sensation of her cumming and the taste of her, overwhelm me. With a roar I disengage from her neck before I drop into the state where no power on earth could stop me sucking out her life.
She gasps anew as my cum shoots up into her and we both fall forward. My weight is on her back as my hips continue to jack knife spilling my seed into her. I know what caused the gasp and I so hope she will ask about it because it perfectly illustrates the points I’ve been making. We both lie panting for long minutes until I realise I must be crushing her. As my cock leaves her body we both moan in echo of the noises we made when I entered her, only this time the moan is for the loss of our connection.
I move to lay beside her and after another second or two to compose herself she raises up on her elbows and turns her head sideways to look at me.
“Spike?” she says. “Just then, when you, y’know, came.”
“Yes Slayer.” I say knowing what she’s about to ask.
“Well was it just me or did it feel warm? Usually it’s so cold and I could swear that it felt warm. Of, course maybe it was just me, cos I gotta tell you mister that was quite some orgasm you just gave me. Maybe it was just my own,” she blushes, after everything we’ve done today she’s blushing at the word she’s about to utter, adorable! “……juices I was feeling. But really I could have……”
“You’re right Buffy.” I tell her, stopping the babble before it gets out of hand. “When I drink from a human- not that I do anymore – the blood warms my body. All of my body. I’ve never bitten you before and certainly not during sex so that’s how you wouldn’t know.”
“Oh,” she says. “It’s not like bacteria in chicken is it?”
“What?” I say, flummoxed by this one.
“You know if it gets warmed up but not cooked properly after it’s been frozen. The bacteria comes back to life or something.”
“No.” I laugh seeing now what she was worried about. “My fish still can’t swim. It just feels warmer.”
“Oh well that’s ok then.” She moves in for a kiss and as much as this is a rare initiation from her there’s a point I want to make. I allow a short kiss before lying back and pulling her to rest her head against my chest. I stroke gently at her hair and kiss the top of her head before I start to speak again.
“It feels warmer Buffy because of you. I can only imitate life from the blood you gave me. But you, you’re full of it. What you felt tells us that.” She pulls forwards and turns big eyes on me, slowly nodding to show that she understands what I’m saying. There is gratitude in her look and I know I’m not just imagining that. Gently she resumes her position lying on my chest and one of her hands strokes softly at my arm in a gesture somehow more intimate than anything else we’ve done today. I wish we could stay like this forever. She truly understands all I’ve tried to show her and I’m so glad I’ve managed to make her so happy. I just hope that if she needs help in the future she’ll overcome her stubbornness enough to just ask for it.
“The warmth that you can lend me shows you just how vibrant and wonderful and alive you are.” I murmur into her hair.
I realise that she is falling asleep and I smile as I kiss the top of her head again. She never falls asleep with me like this. I want to give her something that means as much to her as this does to me. Then I realise what she’s always wanted, and what she was so afraid she’d strayed too far from today. I whisper in her ear as she drifts off.
“Not only does it show all that, it shows just how *normal* you are pet.”