Buffy woke slowly, feeling a little strange. She opened her eyes and her lashes brushed against cloth. As she tried to raise her hand to find out what was over her eyes, she realized that she couldn't move her arms. They were bound behind her back.

Trying to remain calm, Buffy started to absorb what she did know. She was blindfolded and tied. A kick showed her that her feet were free. She was lying on something hard and cool. With her bound hands, she touched the surface as best she could. Wood, smooth. She was lying on her side, on a table or the floor...Rolling a bit would probably tell her which one, but did she really want to tumble off a table or counter of God alone knew what height?

Taking a deep breath, Buffy tried to pull her wrists free. The bonds held. As she touched the rope she realized it was made out of tough plastic. Even her slayer strength wouldn't be able to break it. Opening her eyes wide, she tried to catch a glimpse of something, anything, but all she saw was darkness. The blindfold must have been made of dark material.

Calm over with, Buffy began to panic, thrashing on the wooden surface. Suddenly, a hand touched her shoulder, pinning her down on her side and stilling her.

"Who are you?" she cried.

There was no answer. The hand moved, gently caressing her cheek. The touch was cold. "Angel?" she whispered. The caress turned into a slap--not overly hard, but enough to leave her slightly stunned that it had happened it all. Definitely Angel. Oh God...

Hands moved down her bound arm and tugged her into a sitting position. Buffy swung her legs and found them draping over the side of the most-likely table. The hands slid down her back, over the ropes at her wrists and pulled her forward.

Her thighs slid across the table, forcing her leather mini- skirt up around her hips, exposing her panties to her captor. Irrationally the voice of her mother sounded in her head. Had she worn clean underwear? Buffy almost laughed hysterically at that. The last thing she should be worried about in this situation was the state of her underwear.

Finding herself perched on the edge of the table, she felt the hands move around to the front of her thighs and slide between them, forcing them to part. The hands were replaced by denim clad thighs which held her legs spread.

Buffy could feel herself blushing...and becoming aroused. It had been so long since Angel had touched her in anything but anger.

Her head drooped as she wondered what he would do to her...and why he hadn't killed her. Didn't he have Dru to do this with now? Why would he want one little nearly virginal slayer?

The hands tearing open her blouse broke her from her self- pitying revery. Buffy gasped and tried to pull back, suddenly frightened. Would he hurt her?

"Angel...please..." The unbidden words slipped from her lips.

The sound of a zipper being pulled down, sent another wave of panic through her. The body between her thighs moved back and hands rested on the top of her head, steadily forcing it down. Buffy found herself bent over nearly parallel with the table and held by one very strong hand.

Something brushed her mouth. Buffy gasped at the salty, strange taste and that something slipped between her parted lips. It was big. As it poked past her tongue and nudged at the back of her mouth, she realized what it was.

Oh God!

The hand on her head guided her, moving her on the long, thick cock. Her one defense was to bite, but what would he do if she did that? She really didn't want to find out.

Slowly she found herself adjusting to the size and the taste. On their own volition her lips closed around him and she sucked. The sound of a masculine groan sent a shiver of pleasure through her.

Angel hadn't wanted her to do this before...or, rather, they hadn't had enough time to explore fully...Of course she had heard about it, read about it, imagined doing it...but never in this situation.

Still, she sucked, running her tongue along the underside, causing him to groan again. A feeling of empowerment flooded her along with heat which centered between her thighs.

He pulled out of her mouth, carefully avoiding her teeth, and let go of her head. Stretching her stiff neck, Buffy sat back up, panting for breath. What next?

The hips slid between her still parted legs again, only this time, the cool, moist cock brushed her stomach. Buffy gasped and clenched her legs against his hips. The hands cupped her breasts, roughly massaging her rapidly hardening nipples through her sheer black bra. Then the front clasp was unhooked and her breasts tumbled free into his hands.

Instinctively, Buffy looked up and was frustrated at being unable to see his face...his beautiful face. She wanted to see if pleasure suffused it...as it had that glorious night. Moaning as the nimble fingers tweaked her nipples, Buffy silently prayed for his mouth to touch her anywhere.

As firm lips closed around one nipple, Buffy yelped and shuddered. One hand continued to caress her other breast and it tightened, pulling hard on the nipple as her other one was tongued and nibbled on.

Buffy squirmed as her panties grew moist between her legs and she tried to press herself closer to him.

As he pulled his mouth away and straightened up, his cock butted against her belly, sending more shivers through her.

Suddenly, he pushed her backwards and she fell onto her bound arms, managing to keep her head from banging on the table. It was an uncomfortable position. "Please untie me. I won't try to escape."

A snort came from in front of her. The mouth closed around her other nipple and the cock rubbed against her crotch this time. Buffy whimpered and tried to wrap her dangling legs around his hips, but he kept moving out of her way.

Frustrated, she banged her head down, then groaned at the sudden pain. Another snort sounded as he let her throbbing nipple slide from between his lips. She felt him straighten again, then, suddenly, her panties were being yanked over her hips and down her legs. Hips spread her legs wider as his cock now rubbed into her wet cleft, pushing against her clitoris.

"Oh, Godddd, please," she moaned. Suddenly a hand smacked across her breasts, sending painful pleasure through her and she cried out. "What?" That had hurt! "Angel, I'm sorry, what did I..."

Before she could answer, she was being flipped onto her stomach. Her breasts flattened, sending more pleasure from her nipples to her groin, and the edge of the table rubbed against her clit. Buffy groaned as pleasure lashed through her, only to swell in intensity as nimble fingers plunged into her deep well.

As best as she could, Buffy moved on his hand, whimpering against the table top each time his fingers danced across her throbbing clit.

He pushed her skirt higher over her hips, baring her bottom, then she felt his cold cock rubbing against her. A brief, partially anticipatory thought, fluttered through her nearly blank mind. Would he do it there?

The hands moved away from her dripping cleft and gripped her hips, pulling her backwards until the lower half of her body was totally dangling over the edge of the table, supported only by his hands--hands which lifted her and bent her to fit his body.

As his cock thrust in her, a strangled cry was torn from her throat. It had been so long and she was so tight. It hurt and felt incredible all at the same time.

With the second thrust, he was all the way inside her and he fell into a quickly increasing rhythm. Each thrust sent her sliding against the edge of the table, the wood rubbing against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her, joined by the pleasure from the almost painful slapping of her breasts against the hard wood.

After one particularly vicious thrust, she groaned. "Oh, God."

He stopped moving and before she could wrap her brain around that fact, a hard hand slapped across her tender bottom. "OW!" What was going on? Then she realized what she had said...He didn't want her calling to God? Okay. She managed to bite the next 'Oh God' back, just moaned as her clit sent a new wave of throbbing through her.

The thrusting started again and the pain in her bottom faded. It hadn't done anything to diminish the growing pleasure. As his speed increased, she began to pant, finally yelling his name.

Again he stopped and pulled out of her. This time, the slap across her bottom really stung and she yelled in pain. "What?" she screamed. Another smack and she jerked, thrusting her throbbing cleft hard against the table.

The hands lifted her again and with great force, he thrust fully into her, nearly sending her skidding across the table. Tears leaked from her covered eyes as the pain mixed with the intense pleasure and then the truth hit her. It wasn't Angel.

With a scream, Buffy shoved herself back against him as the throbbing tension exploded and she climaxed in great shudders of pleasure. Slowly her scream dwindled to whimpers as the throbbing eased and her juices drenched the cock inside her then began to slide down her legs.

With a guttural growl, the male thrust harder, grinding into her as he came, filling her with his cold seed.

It was so familiar...so cold and wonderful...but he wasn't Angel.

Still a little breathless, Buffy found herself being shoved more fully onto the table and heard the sound of a chair being pulled out and a body thumping against wood. She guessed he had sat down.

Hands reached across her back and began to untie her. As soon as her hands were free, Buffy pushed herself up onto her knees, trying to ignore the tremors still running through her. Her fingers pulled the blindfold away from her eyes and she tossed it at the very self-satisfied looking male who sat in front of her.

Spike caught the scrap of black cloth and shrugged. "So, what's on tap for tomorrow, luv? Slave girl and master? Tavern wench and lusty patron? Tender nun and ravenous priest?"

Buffy grinned and slid off the table onto his lap. "How about another spanking...Angel."

With a scowl, Spike kissed her hard, knowing she'd return the kiss with equal hunger. He really didn't like it when she pretended he was Angel...Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to tell her that. He enjoyed her inventively wicked little sex games way too much to do that.



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