AUTHOR: Tisienne Blue

E-MAIL: tisatko@msn.com

DISCLAIMER: I own no-one commonly associated with Buffy or Angel. That honour belongs to Joss, David Greenwalt, Mutant Enemy, Twentieth Century Television, and whoever else is involved.

RATING: NC-17, eventually.

PAIRINGS: A/W; S/W; A/W/S

DISTRIBUTION: as usual. You know the drill.

FEEDBACK: please, as this is a bit different than my usual fluff-y-ness.

DEDICATIONS: to Joan Jett (for the album 'Fetish', which pretty much brought this on...); also to Stevo, Tania, Aria, Jodie496, Karen, Nutty, Rrfc1, Kimberley, Susi, Destiny (notorius indeed, my dear!!!*giggle*), Ali, Kitti, and Susie... thanks for the feedback, luvs!!!*VBG*

NOTES: * *= emphasis. This takes place after end S5:B and S2:A. After that, it's pretty much MY world (Oh, and ANGEL is Spike's sire, cuz I don't believe that Dru has enough sense to make one herself...)

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His eyes were wide as he stared at the smallish girl kneeling on the floor in front of him, but he really couldn't help that, because... "What?" he demanded, unable to believe what he thought he'd just heard, "You want me to *what*?"

"Submission," Willow said patiently, almost laughing at the shock written across his face, "I want you to teach me... *show* me." Her eyes were dancing, despite the slight sense of fear she felt flowing through her. After all, chipped or not, friend or not, Spike was still a vampire, and an un-souled one at that, and... after the things she'd seen at the club, she could only wonder how much more vicious he might be than his guilt-ridden Sire. But, she reminded herself, this was the only way! There was no-one else who could possibly understand, and... Spike *had* to help her; he just *had* to!

He looked down into her suddenly determined face, and sighed entirely to himself. He'd seen that look of hers before, and as always, he was helpless before it. Not that he'd have been able to deny her anyway, but... the infamous 'resolve-face' had clinched it. There was, of course, one other problem, though. "I don't know if I *can*, luv," he finally replied, "What with the bloody chip and all..." The very fact that he might have an out, here, was more of a relief than he'd have thought, but... While he was sure that she'd be an amazing bottom, he liked her... *loved* her... just the way she was, and... "And why do you want that, anyway?" He had a sneaking suspicion that he already knew the reason, but maybe... maybe he was wrong? He could only hope.

The redhead sighed softly to herself, still kneeling at his feet. "You *know* why, Spike," she said quietly, her small hands clenching into fists on her thighs, "And *I* know you can *do* this! The chip only works when you intend *harm*, but... if you're *teaching* me, then..." she shrugged lightly, "Well, then you're actually *helping*; not *hurting*, right?" Her eyes remained trained on him as he turned away and paced the basement floor, and when he finally stopped, after a few minutes, she couldn't keep the hope from her voice. "Well?" she almost begged.

He gazed at her for a moment longer, marveling once again at the sight of her, on her knees, asking him to train her. Because even if she wasn't fully aware of what that meant, *he* *was*, and... "Fine," he said, after a moment, "But if I'm going to do this for you, there are some *rules*." He sat down in the cushioned chair across the room from her, and motioned her closer. "No!" he barked, when she moved to stand, "You will do what I tell you, and *only* what I tell you! Now, come here!" He growled slightly when she started to get up again. "The words 'stand up' were nowhere in that sentence, girl," he said almost kindly. "That's lesson number one. *Listen*, and do only what you're *told*. Make *no* assumptions, and you'll do well." He watched her while the realization of what he meant registered, and he leaned back in his chair once more. "Now, come here," he said again, softly.

She was almost ready to cry when she understood what he was saying, but... she'd *asked* for this, and... that girl at the club had seemed to be *enjoying* herself, so... She leaned forward slowly, and crawled towards him once her hands were firm on the floor. By the time she reached him, though, she was sniffling slightly.

He barely kept himself from grinning when she was crouched at his feet, but the sounds of her distress, and the slight tinge of salt in the air, were enough to help him restrain the impulse. "Look at me," he said quietly, impressed despite himself when she raised only her eyes. "This isn't meant to humiliate you, pet," he explained softly, aching to touch her. "It's meant to *free* you. And it *will*, as long as you approach this with the right attitude." He leaned forward slightly, speaking into her eyes sincerely. "It's a heady feeling, pet, knowing that you have no say; knowing that whatever you do, it's all right, because your Master has said it is. And I know it doesn't seem like it right *now*, but... it's one of the most *liberating* sensations in the *world*, if you've got the stones to see it through. And once you've given all control over to your Master-- in this case, *me*-- you'll find that that control is actually more yours than it ever was before." One gentle, cool hand moved from his side, and rested lightly atop her smooth, red hair. "So how 'bout it, pet? D'you want to be liberated?"

Willow thought about what he'd said for a moment, remaining still as a statue, and when she'd fully considered his words, in conjunction with the things she'd seen, she pulled her eyes from his, dropping them to the floor between them. "Ye..." she started to say, before remembering that he hadn't told her she could speak. She swallowed the word and nodded slowly.

"Good," Spike purred, his fingers tangling in her lustrous crimson strands. He'd never thought of having this sort of a relationship with her, but since it was what she wanted, he was damn well going to enjoy it... and with any luck, she'd find herself so enraptured by the things he was going to show her that she'd stop thinking about the Poof entirely! "Lesson number two," he drawled lazily, "When we're in *this* place, if you are required to speak, you will call me Master, and I will call you whatever I like. Outside, or even upstairs, we are still Spike and Willow, but *here*? *I'm* in charge... for *now*, anyway, and if you should ever *forget* that, pet, I'll have to... discipline you. Is that understood?" He grinned when she nodded again, the sudden scent of her arousal permeating the air. She was already starting to understand, and that was good. It would make this much easier for her. His only concern was that she might become *too* comfortable as a submissive; that she'd fight him when he started to cross-train her as a Dom. But it would have to be done if she was going to become any kind of a fit mate for a vampire, whether that vampire was Peaches or himself. However, that was something he'd worry about later, after she'd had a chance to learn her place and start envying him his Mastery... that was when her true colours would begin to show. Somehow, he thought she'd end up being bloody *brilliant*... he *hoped* so. "Good," he said again, pulling his hand from her head, "Now stand up, pet.

She struggled quickly to her feet, her pulse still racing at the thought of being 'disciplined', but kept her eyes cast down. It was difficult to keep herself from watching him when he stood, but if she was going to do this, she was going to do it *right*! And besides, she told herself, maybe she could pick up some pointers on being dominant, just from letting him rule her! Her breath caught for a short moment when she felt him standing directly behind her, and her pulse leapt again as he lay something soft over her eyes before tying it behind her head.

"Now, pet," he said silkily, moving back to his seat on the chair in front of her, "Undress for me." This was the point, he knew, when she would object if she was going to, and he was almost disappointed when her shaking fingers rose to the buttons of her shirt... *almost*. But there was something so... amazing... about watching her blindfolded form being slowly revealed to his hungry gaze, that he couldn't bring himself to mind *too* much. Of course, if she kept obeying him without question, he'd have to find some other reasons to discipline her, but... he wasn't worried. After all, she was bound to slip up *sometime*. And when she *did*, he told himself, fingers dancing over his hard, jeans-clad cock... when she did, he might have to find some... *new* ways of keeping her in line. He barely swallowed his groan when she pushed the cotton panties down her legs, and cursed the convention that required him to keep things non-sexual in these early stages of her training. It looked like there were going to be a lot of uncomfortable days for him in the near future. "On your knees, hands behind your back," he said shortly, his cock jumping when she obeyed instantly and without hesitation.

She clasped her hands tightly behind her back, and lowered her forehead to the floor when he told her to. She could do this, she told herself over and over again. She could do this, especially when it made her feel so damned... excited. A small part of her wondered whether she'd be expected to have sex with her 'Master', but the majority of her didn't care, because... He was going to teach her what she needed to know, and when she was ready, she'd go back to LA, and... Angel wouldn't know what hit him!

Spike stood slowly, his entire being caught up in taking the girl's measure. He hadn't been sure at first of whether she actually had what it took for this type of training, but... She was kneeling on the floor, hands behind her back, and her forehead was pressed against the cold floor, and... she hadn't tried to utter even a *word* of protest! He walked slowly around her bent form, his eyes cataloguing her every inch, and he smiled just a bit when he saw the tension in her back. No, he realized, she *wouldn't* find the cross-training difficult. It was only the fact that she had such control over her own body that had fooled him, but... a part of her *hated* submitting to him, just as a part of her loved it. Eventually, he knew, she would be one of the *best*, and she would do what only a very, very *small* number of humans had accomplished. She would be a Master of both submission *and* domination, and as such, she would be able to write her own ticket in demon circles.

Willow was fighting to stay still, but just the knowledge that *Spike* was walking around her and looking his fill was... well, it was both unsettling and intriguing. She could hear him moving around her, feel his eyes sweeping repeatedly over her naked body, and as much as she didn't want to, she found herself unable to keep from speaking. "Take a picture..." she mumbled, mostly to herself. Unfortunately, she realized, when he wrapped one cool hand around her hands and yanked her to her feet, she hadn't spoken softly *enough*.

He dragged her to her feet, a slight growl of displeasure slipping from his lips, and pulled her the few feet to the chair he'd so recently vacated. "Did I tell you to *speak*?!" he demanded, growling again when she began to answer, and he flung himself into the chair, pulling her across his lap. "Yes or no questions are to be answered by moving your head," he said tightly, one hand pressing on the small of her back, the other resting against her soft, round ass. "I *thought* you understood that! Nod for yes, and shake for no! Always! Unless you are requested to answer aloud. Do you understand *now*, girl?"

She was shaking slightly as she nodded her head. Not from fear, but... she didn't understand why she was finding this so arousing. She only trembled more at his next words.

"Well, seeing as you were *doing* that earlier, I can only assume that you *deliberately* spoke without permission. But you're new at this, so I'll only discipline you a *little*. Hands clasped above your head," he ordered, "And *keep* them there!" His eyes were traveling longingly over her pale, tight body, and his cock was jumping like it had a life of its own when she complied, but... this wasn't about *sex*, he reminded himself, so he pressed her harder against his thighs as his other hand rose and fell swiftly in the first of many stinging slaps against her sweet, rounded ass.

If she hadn't been wearing a blindfold, her eyes would have been closed anyway, she decided, because... he was spanking her, fairly hard-- although not as hard as she knew he *could* have-- and he was holding her still across his lap, and she could feel... Oh, Gods!, was that his *cock*? Whatever it was, it was hard as a rock, and pressing roughly against her side, and his hand was... slapping at her ass, and she could feel the blood rushing to the surface, and she was just so... *hot*! She fought against the urge to move against his jeans, but after just a few minutes, she couldn't help herself.

His eyes closed for just a moment when he felt her... shifting against him, and he almost allowed her to continue, because it felt so *good*, but... He forced her to still against his thighs, and spanked her just a bit harder, his eyes rolling back this time at the waves of arousal flowing from her. He could hear her trying to restrain her moans, and grinned. She night have decided to do this on a lark, but she was a *natural*, and he cursed himself for having spent so much time around the girl without seeing the signs. His blows slowed in both frequency and force as his mind examined every detail of the time he'd known her.

She was doing her damnedest to remain silent; to be what he was teaching her to be, but... if he didn't stop soon, she just might have to *scream*! The feel of his cool, strong hand impacting harshly on her ever more tender ass was the best thing she'd ever felt, and she included all the times she'd made love with Angel in that comparison! And maybe, she found herself thinking, that was why things hadn't worked out. Maybe she'd known, deep down inside, that she *needed* this! She forced herself to swallow her own deep moans, and almost sighed in relief and disappointment when he slowed his stinging slaps.

Yes, he realized, the signs had always been there... She'd happily allowed herself to be walked all over by her 'friends', and had even gone back for more! She'd spent *years* denying herself, in an effort to please everyone around her. And yet, when things had gone all wrong, not that long ago, *she'd* been the one to take control; the one to tell the entire *group* what they were going to do and *how*! And even before that, when he'd kidnapped her and the moron, she'd been an unassuming-- and gratifyingly*scared*-- little chit, until he'd pushed her too far. He couldn't figure out why he'd never seen it before, but... he was seeing it *now*, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to help her live up to her potential! He graced her heated red buttocks with one more harsh slap before stopping and rubbing his hand over her rosy cheeks. "Stand up, pet," he instructed, almost laughing at her disappointed attitude.

She almost couldn't believe that he wasn't going to finish, but it was her *punishment*, after all. So she slowly forced her unsatisfied body from his lap, struggling to her feet with her hands still clasped over her head.

She really *was* a natural, he realized when she didn't lower her hands. He'd told her to keep them there, and she *had*, even with the intense excitement she was feeling! Once again he cursed the rules that required him to refrain from partaking in her tight, hot body, but... he was a *vampire*, he reminded himself, and while he couldn't *break* those rules without hindering her development, he could certainly *bend* them! "Hands behind your back," he demanded as he got up for a moment to turn on the stereo. He returned to his chair as the loud, strident tones of some 'progressive' rock band came from the speakers, and sat down while he unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zip, groaning in relief as his turgid shaft sprang from its prison. "Turn around, pet," he called, just loudly enough to be heard over the music, "*Slowly*!" His hand closed around his hard member as he began to stroke himself while watching her. "Keep going," he ordered, when she would have stopped.

Willow wasn't sure of what purpose having her spin around served, but she had a small suspicion that it was something... *sexual*. She was fairly certain, now that she was able to actually *think*, that it *had* been his cock pressed against her side, and when she heard his soft moan, barely discernible through the music, she was *sure* of it! It irritated her that he'd thought nothing of stopping his touching before she'd reached her peak, and now he was asking her to... display herself for *his* gratification, but... She'd asked for this, she reminded herself as she continued to turn.

His hand was moving faster and harder, and his eyes were mere slits as he watched her moving for him. She was sheer poetry in motion, and if the way she'd writhed on his lap-- before he'd stopped her, anyway-- was any indication, then... Peaches had been a *fool* to let her go! Of course, that was all the better for *him*! He'd train her, and work her to an ever more feverish pitch each time they engaged in one of their 'sessions', and eventually... he'd have her *begging* him to take her in whatever manner he pleased! It would be a beautiful thing. His other hand slipped down to cup his heavy sac, and he moaned hard when he gave it a good tug, the first hand sliding even faster on his turgid flesh. "Slower!" he called to her, and when she was almost at a complete standstill, he continued. "Now, back up..."

She couldn't deny that she found this exercise almost as erotic as the spanking he'd given her, and while she wished that he'd at least let her take off the blindfold, she wasn't going to say anything. So she moved tentatively backwards, feeling behind her with her foot before committing to each step, as she followed his directions.

"Sit down, pet, hands on your knees..." he instructed, frowning slightly when she actually turned to feel for what was behind her. She didn't fully trust him yet, he supposed, but then again... this was her first time, so he'd have to give her just a *little* leeway. He groaned just a bit when she was finally settled on the couch, his fist still stroking harshly. "Now lean back and spread your legs." His eyes locked intently on her sweet, deep pink pussy, and when he saw the wetness seeping from her core, it was more than he could stand. His back arched, and he released a strained grunt as he exploded in ribbons of cool, thick seed, over his own hand and belly. "Don't move," he instructed, suddenly embarrassed, and he jumped up, grabbing a towel from the floor to clean himself with.

She could hear him slightly through the music, and it had been all she could do not to grin when she heard him cum, but... she was so incredibly *ready*, herself, and... Gods, she wanted him! But he wasn't Angel, she reminded herself, the thought doing nothing to relieve her arousal... No, he was her *teacher*, and if he didn't want to touch her, then she supposed that was his right. Of course, she remembered, Angel hadn't done anything sexual with that girl at the club, either, so... maybe that wasn't even a *part* of this. But Spike had wanted her to spread her legs, and he'd cum just looking at her, so... maybe it *was*! She sighed completely internally, more confused than she'd been in a good long while.

"You can take the blindfold off now," he said quietly once he'd finished up and returned to his chair, "And you can get dressed." He watched her remove the scrap of blue silk from her eyes, and forced himself not to smile when she suddenly blushed. It was amusing, though, that she'd done everything he'd demanded of her without even a *hint* of self-consciousness, but the minute she could *see* him, she was suddenly all red! He'd have to work on that little quirk of hers, but... not just then. He nodded slightly, and stood, mind made up. "You passed the test with flying colours, luv," he purred, crossing to the stereo and turning it off, "But we need to talk about what's going to happen next, and I need to know exactly what brought this on." He could see the hesitation in her very posture, but... "It's *necessary*, pet, especially if you really want to do this. Think about it; I'll be upstairs when you're ready."

Her eyes remained locked on the floor until she heard him climb the stairs and close the door behind him. She glanced around the basement for a moment or two, then pushed herself to her feet and began clothing her body again. She didn't know how he'd react to hearing about what she'd done-- following Angel, spying on his activities at that club-- but she was sure she'd find out. She only hoped that he'd still be willing to help her once he knew...

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He stomped angrily back into his room, a slight growl slipping from his lips. Time was, he recalled, when he could go to the club, and come out of it feeling... almost serene. But not anymore, if this last experience was anything to judge by.

Oh, he'd gone back, and Marie had been available, and he'd certainly *enjoyed* himself, but... not as much as he *should* have. He'd made a point of satisfying her needs, though... so much so that she'd screamed out in delighted torment five times before he'd stopped counting.

It wasn't *her* fault, he knew, but at least he'd left her happy; ecstatic, actually, if the way she'd crawled after him begging was any indication.

Still, he'd thought it was just a momentary aberration on his part-- that he couldn't derive his usual satisfaction from dominating the very talented girl. And that was why he'd waited almost an hour for Mistress Veronica's harsh attentions.

But even *that* hadn't felt right, not even when she'd brought out the paddle and the riding crop... nor later, when she'd used the whip at his insistence. He'd been so *sure* that she'd be able to help him, too, but... All he'd been able to think about was the smallish redhead who wouldn't be waiting for him.

Mistress Veronica had eventually refused to torment him anymore, and she'd somehow managed to worm the full story out of him, and while she'd been very sympathetic, she'd *also* used her position as the club's premier Dom to have him barred from visiting for an entire *month*! She'd said it was so that he could... readjust... to being single again, but...

He groaned deeply as he removed his 'Angelus' clothes and sank naked onto the cold, empty bed. He *still* didn't know why Willow had left him; didn't have any idea of when-- or *if*-- she'd becoming back, but... he didn't know how he was going to manage. He'd grown accustomed to her presence, in just the two months he'd had her, and... without her, and without the club...? He didn't know *what* he'd do. He almost wished that he'd told her about his.. *urges*. Maybe, if he had, she would have been willing to... but no, he told himself, she wasn't *like* that, and... Much as he might wish otherwise, he just couldn't make her try to be something she *wasn't*!

He sighed as he lay back and pulled the sheets over his skin. He wasn't used to sleeping alone anymore, and... he had a feeling that slumber would be a long time coming.
 

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