The Slave Series
Parts 1-3


Written by: Jodyorjen
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Summary: Spike and Buffy dance at the Bronze. To start with, anyway...
Spoilers: Up to Wrecked and inspired by spoilers beyond that.
Distribution: Please ask my permission first, just so I know where it's headed.
Disclaimer: All hail Joss Whedon, UPN, the WB, FOX , Mutant Enemy and 20th Century Fox Film Corporation. Theirs not mine.
Author's Note: PWP with no redeeming value whatsoever. Just two crazy kids getting their groove on.
Feedback: Sure, fire away to jodyorjen@yahoo.com

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Chapter 1: Willing Slave


We have never danced before.

Well, not to music anyway.

The band onstage at the Bronze rocks the house, pounding out a throbbing bass line.

The beat reverberates through the floor, pulsing through the bodies of the crowd.

I remember the first time I saw her, shaking her ass right here on the dance floor.

I'd wanted to screw her even then.

It really didn't matter that she was the slayer.

I'd just liked the way she moved her hips.

It made me wonder what it would be like underneath her, with that silky hair sliding through my fingers.

I know now.

Her scent, her skin, her sounds all belong to me now.

It is all so much better than I'd imagined.

She is the same girl. Then again, she's not.

That girl was an innocent, unaware of the temptation she presented.

This girl, my girl, she knows what she does to me.

She thrives on it.

She radiates sex appeal, knowing every thing she does turns me on.

I've got my very own slayer, grinding and moving to the music with me.

Dressed in a tiny black leather dress, she is my wet dream come to life.

The band launches into a slow ballad.

Grabbing the lapels of my coat, she draws me close.

I bend my head down, capturing her mouth in a long, lush kiss.

She slips her hands inside the duster, wrapping her arms around me. I rest my head on top of hers.

I love the smell of her hair. It is one of the things that draw me to her. Her scent goes straight to my heart.

Buffy tilts her neck up to look at me.

The smile she gives me is unexpected.

She doesn't smile much anymore.

Her hand moves to the front of my jeans. She starts to undo the buttons of my fly. I try to still her hand, but she flicks my wrist away.

Staring up at me, she shakes her head.

Pulling my cock out of my pants, she strokes it between her palms.

Baby wants to play.

Whipping my coat around her back, I hide us from the surrounding crowd.

She steps up on my feet, like a little girl learning to waltz.

Buffy curls one leg around mine, bracing herself while she shoves me inside her.

Sweet holy God, it feels so fine.

I realize I am at her mercy.

I can't move my hands, because they are clenched in the duster, holding it shut.

I can't thrust my hips and move inside her, because someone might notice.

It occurs to me that we are standing still in a sea of swaying people.

Moving to the beat, I slide my feet from side to side.

I can't believe Buffy is doing this.

Her strong little hands wrap around my ass, gripping my jeans.

She is pushing me slowly, gently in and out of her warmth.

The rings of muscle inside her squeeze me inch by inch, back and forth.

The sensation is so very strong, more intense for being so slow.

I continue the dance, moving us both to the strains of the sad love song.

She looks up at me, her face giving away absolutely nothing.

Buffy whispers in my ear.

"Do you like the way I feel?"

Consumed by the juggling act of holding back my orgasm, not making any noise, and keeping up the pretense of the dance, all I can do is nod.

"You know what I like about fucking you?"

I shake my head no, hoping she is going to talk dirty to me.

"I like the way your hips start to twitch when your orgasm builds."

Her tongue glides up and down my neck.

"I like the way your eyes get all hazy when you're right on the edge."

She is licking me harder now, perfectly in time with the rhythm of sex.

"I like making things happen to you."

Buffy presses her sharp nails into my jeans as she keeps working me back and forth inside her.

The fabric rips and her nails cut into my flesh.

The pain, the pain is so sharp that I nearly lose it.

She stares up at me and bites her lower lip. Beads of blood well up in a curve across it.

"I want to give you what you really want."

She kisses me, and the aphrodisiac effect of her blood hits my system like an atomic blast.

Have to come. Have to vamp. Oh, fuck me sideways.

I bury my head in her chest as my demon and my orgasm burst forth.

Desperately, I try to hide my face and fangs and conceal my cry of ecstasy simultaneously.

I am undone by the pain, the pleasure, the blood of a Slayer.

In a hundred years, nothing has even come close to feeling this good.

Her heartbeat thrums loudly beneath my cheek.

As I calm and still, my demon receding, she sets my pants to rights and slides off my body.

As soon as she hits the floor, the band launches into a fast number.

We are surrounded by a sea of bouncing, happy people, screaming out the lyrics to a classic 80's tune.

I grab Buffy's arm and pull her through the masses, hustling her out into the alley.

"What the fuck are you playing at? That was dangerous! Have you lost all sense?"

She looks flushed and intense, barely keeping herself in check.

"You said you'd be my willing slave."

She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me hard.

She sucks on my tongue, licking and stroking the inside of my mouth.

Buffy pulls away and caresses my cheek.

"I wanted you to prove it."

I can smell her arousal and feel the tension in her body.

I've left her unsatisfied, shaking with need.

Better fix that.

Scooping her in my arms, I dash down the alley.

Where's the fucking car?

Somewhere in this parking lot.

I dash down row after row.

Not my car, not my car, not my car.

Ah, there is my car.

I fumble with the key, trying to get it in the lock.

Buffy is sucking my neck and rubbing me through my pants.

She is driving me insane.

The key snaps in the lock.

"Bloody hell."

Punching out the lock with my thumb, I open the door, tossing Buffy inside.

I slam the door shut behind me and yank up her dress.

The scent of her overwhelms me, as clean and salty as the sea.

Spreading her thighs, I lick her swollen clit over and over, until she arches and comes into my mouth.

I swallow her juices down, the taste of her essence better than blood, better than anything.

Looking up at her, she is still taut with tension, not yet calm and blissful.

I suck her lips into my mouth, my tongue swirling and probing inside her.

I can feel her orgasm building as I work her with all I can give.

She is chanting, over and over, like she is reciting the words to a spell.

"You're mine- I own you- never leave me- I own you-you're mine-"

Buffy moans as her climax engulfs her.

She pulls me up to her and I hold her in my arms.

In the light of the street lamp, she glows like an angel.

There is nothing in this world more beautiful than her.

She looks over at me, contented and pleased.

Something more than desire blazes inside her eyes.

In their depths lies something deeper than lust.

Buffy places her hands around both my wrists and holds them tight, binding me to her.

The truth is there in the looks she gives me, the yearning in her voice, and this need for me that cannot be denied.

The signs are all perfectly clear.

It's only a matter of time until she realizes this claim she's made binds both ways.


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Chapter 2: Slave In Shackles


Candlelight flickers off the stone walls of the dark crypt. Propped up on one elbow, Spike watches his lover sleep. Buffy seems so sweetly innocent in slumber, her hair and skin glowing from within. The image is marred by the telltale bruises and scratches etched on the perfection of her skin.

Just looking at the lines of red and patches of blue moves Spike deeply. She is marked as his. His arousal flares once more as he thought of their lovemaking, of the feel of her body and the sound of her cries. He wants her again, badly, too urgently to wait.

Straddling her back, he moves her hair aside and licks her ear. His tongue trails down the lobe, tracing down her neck and nipping at her collarbone. His hands move over the skin of her back, caressing her.

Buffy stirs beneath him. Making small sounds of appreciation, she rolls. Gazing up at him with sleepy eyes, she pulls him down to her, kissing him sweetly.

The kiss becomes deeper. Spike rubs against her, stiff with desire. Arching her hips into place, she slides him inside her.

They begin to move together, still locked in their kiss. Buffy's hands wander down Spike's back, lightly scratching his skin.

Spike breaks their kiss, moving his mouth down to suck on her neck. Moaning with pleasure, she arches her back, encouraging him.

"Please," she whimpers. "More."

Spike sucks her harder and harder, thrusting farther and faster inside her, until Buffy's body locks up all around him, stiffening with orgasm.

"Buffy," Spike cries, the momentum of her release propelling him over the edge.

"Oh, God," she whimpers, her head rolling back as intense pleasure rocks her body.

"Mmm," murmurs Spike, collapsing on her chest.

They lay tangled together on the bed, enjoying the closeness of each other.

Buffy looks over at Spike's relaxed face.

"That was a really nice way to wake up. You are a super deluxe alarm clock."

He smiles at her, pleased with his prowess.

"That's me, love. Your own personal appliance."

They laugh and kiss again.

Buffy rests her head on Spike's shoulder, wrapping her legs with his as they lie together.

"I really like having sex with you," says Buffy.

"Why thanks, Slayer. Happy to be of service," replies Spike, a glint in his eye.

She pulls his head to hers, rewarding him with a deep, intimate kiss.

Settling back on his shoulder, she runs her fingers up and down his arm.

"I know that you've wanted me for a long time," said Buffy. "There must have been a lot of fantasies that you had, things that you dreamed about doing."

Spike looks at her oddly.

"Uh huh."

"We could maybe try some of them."

He is intrigued by this turn of conversation.

"What popped this idea into your head, pet?"

"I looked in the trunk at the end of your bed. That gave me a pretty clear visual."

Caught off guard, Spike sits up, covering himself with the bed sheet.

"You looked through my trunk? Saw my-"

"Ropes, chains and padlocks? Check. You don't have to draw me a diagram, Spike."

"So, you're saying you want to." Spike's voice trails off.

"Tie you up?" says Buffy, blushing.

"You want to tie me up?"

"Yeah. Is that not what you had in mind?"

"Well.yeah. That's what I had in mind, alright."

Spike grabs her waist and draws her on top of him.

"Slayer wants to play naughty games with me," he teases, loving it.

She roughly grabs his wrists in both hands and holds them above his head, pinning him.

He pants with excitement, licking his lips.

His erection is immediate, poking into her abdomen.

"You like it when I hurt you, don't you, Spike?"

Buffy exerts more pressure on his wrists.

He moans, his hips arching against her.

"You're a mean nasty vampire," she says, her voice low and husky. "I'm going to punish you."

She releases his wrists, leaning over and staring in his eyes.

"If you move a muscle, you're going to be very, very sorry."

Sliding down the bed, she leans over to open the chest.

She rummages around, her naked butt up in the air.

Unable to resist temptation, Spike pounces on her.

He grabs her shoulders and slides inside her, clamping his teeth down on her neck.

Hands full of chains, Buffy momentarily loses herself to his attentions.

Spike's hands slide around her front, cupping her breasts firmly as he thrusts.

After letting him take a few strokes, Buffy throws him off of her.

Flustered, Spike lies flat on his back on the bed.

Jumping on top of him, Buffy quickly shackles him to the bedposts.

"Now you're going to be very sorry," she hisses.

Spike looks at her, his eyes bright with arousal and a touch of fear.

Buffy runs her nails down his thighs, red scratches blooming in her wake.

Spike rolls and bucks in the cuffs.

"You knew you'd be punished if you broke the rules, didn't you?"

She changes direction, scraping her nails over his stomach to his chest.

Spike's head is thrown back, lost in pain and pleasure.

Crawling up his body, she sits on his chest.

He jerks forward, trying to reach part of her, any part of her.

"Tell me that you're sorry, Spike."

"Sorry-" he whispers.

"Didn't sound sorry enough."

She grabs his head in both hands and pulls it backwards, baring his neck.

She rushes in quickly, as if she is going to bite him hard.

Spike tenses up in anticipation.

Instead, her tongue licks him gently all over, taking her time.

When he is sliding and moving underneath her, making truly pitiful noises, she stops.

Buffy slides down his body, coming face to face with his twitching red cock.

She licks the head all over, using the same tiny strokes that she used on his neck.

Moving further down, she makes equally tiny bites on the inside of his thighs, licking and nibbling.

Spike is starting to buck and move rhythmically.

Looking up, she sees that he has turned his head to bury his face in a pillow.

"Look at me," commands Buffy.

He turns to her, his golden eyes blazing, his demon mask in full force.

Crouching over him, she bares her neck.

She grinds her bottom against his hard cock.

"Which one do you want more, vampire? Sex or blood?"

She slides against his erection, letting him feel how wet and ready she is.

Carefully, she draws a nail against her neck, bringing forth a small trickle of blood.

"Do you want Buffy? Or do you want the Slayer?"

Growling, he pulls his wrists forward with a powerful jerk.

The bed gives a sharp creak.

The shackles break open, pieces of metal clinking to the floor.

Spike shakes his wrists, sending the remnants of the cuffs flying.

Wrapping his arms around Buffy, he sinks her down onto his cock.

He sucks the blood from her neck as he comes, pulsing forcefully inside her.

His orgasm receding, Spike pushes back her hair.

His sweet, smiling human face looks into her nervous one.

"I want all of you, Buffy. Not just the slayer. Not just the girl. Every single part of you. Slayer bits. Buffy bits. Dark bits. Silly bits. The whole package. Nothing you can come up with will scare me away."

He kisses her gently, continuing to move inside her.

They stare into each other's eyes as they make love, caressing and touching each other in wonder.

They both feel the bond between them tightening. Neither pulls away.


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Chapter 3: Triple X


The slayer and the vampire stand toe to toe in the most unsavory part of Sunnydale. Around the corner, the sound of a fight breaking out erupts from the Fish Tank. The breeze from the docks rolls past, whipping their hair in the breeze.

"You've got to be kidding."

Arms crossed, Buffy faces off with Spike in front of the blacked out windows of the storefront.

"You promised that you would do whatever I wanted," said Spike, in a low sexy voice.

"I was- distracted- at the time. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind," said Buffy.

She gestures at the red neon signed that blares, "XXX! ADULT VIDEOS AND BOOKS!"

"There is absolutely nothing in there that I am interested in. I guarantee you."

Sighing, Spike pulls out a cigarette and lights it up.

"Look, a deal's a deal, pet. You do anything that I want to do. I do anything you want to do. You want to have your fun later, you hold up your end of the bargain."

"I'm not going in there with all those freaks and perverts."

A fresh-faced couple holds the door open for a matron who is exiting with a large, brown paper sack.

Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Spike sighs.

"You really need to think outside the box, love. Not everything is black and white."

Buffy holds her ground. Clasping her arms around her, she looks as immovable as Acathla.

Spike throws down his cigarette, grinding it down with his heel.

"OK, Buffy. I can see you're going to be stubborn about this. So let's cut to the quick."

Crossing his arms, he stares down at her.

"Either you come in there with me now, or I'm going back to the crypt. End of evening, end of fun."

Leaning over, he bites her gently on the neck.

Moving up to her ear, Spike whispers to her softly.

"No licking. No sucking."

His hands trailing down, he slips his hands inside her jacket, rubbing and fondling her breasts.

She makes a hissing noise, her head tilting back.

He grabs both of her nipples and gently pulls.

"No fucking."

She pulls him to her, wrapping him into a deep, intense French kiss.

Buffy grabs his ass, grinding against him with fervor.

Breaking the kiss, Spike steps back.

"What's it going to be?"

Flushed with desire, Buffy stares at him. Her expression is stormy as her jaw clenches.

Without a word, she bangs the door open and stomps inside.

Spike follows her, a sly grin on his face.

The store is glaringly bright, lit by fluorescent lights blazing overhead. Racks of adult videos line the front of the store. A long counter on the right side is adorned with signs about proof of age and store policies. A young woman sits behind it, reading a large paperback book.

A few low steps at the back of the room lead to another room, filled with racks and displays of sex toys.

Buffy stands just inside the threshold, looking intimidated.

Spike grabs her hand, leading her to the back of the store.

Buffy looks at the titles of the videos as the pass the racks.

"Video Virgins? Blowjob Adventures Part 4? Knocking on The Back Door? Who the hell watches this stuff?"

Reaching his destination, Spike stands next to Buffy in front of a wall of dildos, vibrators, and other items.

She looks over at him.

"I don't even know where to begin here, so help me out a little."

He looks at her intently.

"Just look things over, see if anything seems appealing."

"Not likely."

Dropping his hand, she turns at looks at a shelf behind her, brimming with various potions and lotions.

"Hmm. Edible body lotion. Strawberry, pina colada, cherry."

She laughs.

"Cherry seems a little inappropriate."

She picks up a bottle of hot fudge flavored lotion and sniffs it.

"Hmm."

She holds it in her hand as she continues to peruse the shelf.

"Kama Sutra Pleasure dust."

Picking up the tin, she reads the label.

"Enter an exotic world of sensuality. You and you partner will enjoy the tingling sensation of pleasure dust as it is applied to your body with the enclosed Royal Feather Wand."

She cracks up, grinning at Spike.

"Who writes this stuff? Can you imagine?"

Buffy mimics a sultry phone sex voice.

"Baby, tickle me with your royal feather wand."

She hands the lotion and dust absently to Spike.

Looking pleased, he grabs a shopping basket from a stack and follows her.

Continuing on, she hits a display of handcuffs, blindfolds and whips.

Picking up a large whip, she makes a feeble attempt at cracking it.

"Bad lion! I'll show you who is boss!"

The whip shifts pitifully, barely making a crack.

Buffy looks irritated. Angling her wrist she snaps it down with more effort.

"Take that!"

The whip arcs and jumps, giving a very loud crack.

Pleased with her effort, Buffy smiles, putting it back in the rack.

Grinning evilly, Spike pulls it back down, tossing it in the basket.

Buffy moves a little farther down, picking up a riding crop and moving it experimentally.

She swipes the riding crop through the air, making a lot of noise as she snaps it around.

She swings her arm back and forth, enjoying herself.

Spike watches her, naked desire in his eyes.

"Slayer," he says huskily, "if that appeals to you we've got one waiting back at the crypt."

Realizing that she was getting into it, she drops the crop like a hot potato.

"Yeah, right. As-if."

Picking up a blindfold, Buffy pulls it over Spike's eyes.

"Hey now, none of that," he complains.

She pulls away from him, out of his reach.

"You can't see me," she teases. "You're at my mercy."

He grabs her quickly, holding her wrists.

As they kiss, Buffy hears a snap and feels a pinching sensation at her wrists.

He has locked her in a pair of sturdy handcuffs.

Looking up, she sees a grinning Spike, his eyes still covered with the blindfold.

"I can't see you, but I can hear you."

Annoyed, she rattles the cuffs.

"Take these off."

"Take off the blindfold."

"Take them off right this minute."

Leaning forward, Spike licks her bottom lip.

"Make me."

Buffy puts her handcuffed wrists around his neck, biting hard on his cheekbone.

"Let me go, Spike."

He grabs her around the waist, rubbing into her.

"Never. I'll never let you go."

Ardently, they kiss, leaning heavily into each other.

An annoyingly familiar voice pops up behind them.

"Hey, are you guys going to have public sex?"

Breaking free of the kiss, Spike and Buffy turn around.

Anya stands there, holding an anal plug and a large bottle of lube.

Buffy pulls off Spike's blindfold.

She twists her hands beside her back, trying to hide the cuffs.

"Anya! This isn't what it looks like," says Buffy.

"You guys weren't groping and rubbing and getting all excited? I must have missed something."

Spike stares at Buffy, looking amused.

"Well, deny it all you want. I was just looking for Xander. He must have wandered off to look at those girl on girl tapes again."

Patting Buffy on the shoulder, she turns to leave.

"Don't worry, I won't tell Xander. Hearing about you two would throw him off his game tonight, which would ruin my fun."

Looking down at their basket, she says, "Good choices. I don't recommend the fudge lotion, though. The strawberry tastes much better."

Looking up at the display, she grins.

"Oh, nipple clamps!"

Delighted, Anya grabs a package of them and leaves.

"Oh, my God!" exclaims Buffy. "That was totally-"

"Hysterical!" interjects Spike. "Did you see what the girl was holding?"

"This is not funny," hisses Buffy. `Now Anya knows, Xander will find out. What the hell will they think of me?"

Sighing, Spike grabs her wrists and removes the cuffs.

"Look, Buffy. If we don't admit it, no one will really know. We could be pissed, stoned, under a spell. Whatever. No one will believe that you were here with me of your own free will anyway."

He looks down at her.

"No one would ever believe that you would touch me."

Looking up into his eyes, she is struck by the resignation and pain that she sees there.

She gently pulls his mouth to hers.

He deepens their embrace, kissing her as if it was the last time.

Buffy breaks free, pushing him away.

"Go home, Spike. We're done here."

His jaw locking into place, he leaves, his coat flowing out behind him.




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