A low rumble rose from deep within Spike's chest as her intoxicating scent filled his nostrils.  As he savored her sweet flesh his fingers inched their way across her stomach, pausing momentarily to circle her navel.  Since she wore his jeans the waistband was loose enough for his hand to slid under easily. Willow's breath shuttered as his fingers came to rest on her course curls.  Her hips arched involuntarily for a deeper touch.

Spike gritted his teat has her small hand explored his length through the coarse denim.  It drove him insane that this small mouse of a girl could bring him to the brink.  He almost forgot he was supposed to be punishing her not pleasuring her.  He froze and watched her.  Her green eyes were half closed in ecstasy; her face flushed with the heated blood running through her veins.  Her body writhed as it sought fulfillment.

Willow opened her eyes when she realized he stopped. Her chest heaved as she tried to draw oxygen to her brain.

"You are a very cleaver girl," he said.  He chuckled at her confused look.  "Trying to distract me from your punishment."  She shook her head in denial, but Spike slid his fingers a few more centimeters closer to her hot center.  "I'll bet you didn't know how pleasure can easily turn to torture."

"What?" she asked.  "No, I didn't try..."

"I can keep you at this point for hours.  Passion built up in your blood with no sign of release.  It can drive you mad," he informed her.

Trying to think clearly, she closed her eyes for a moment.  But Spike would have none of that.  He slid one finger along her wet slit and her eyes popped open with a gasp.  She squeezed his hard length in retaliation.  "Seems that it would be just as much a torture for you, too," she said in a raspy voice.

"Oh, no, my sweet," he whispered.  "I can find my release easily enough.  Any one of our minions would be honored to pleasure me."  He watched as her passion glazed eyes began to sparkle with anger.  "You like to watch, don't you."  It wasn't a question, but a statement of fact.  He remembered how they found her in Dru's closet, her fingers heavily scented with her musk.

She shook her head as he removed his hand and grabbed her wrist.  "No," she whispered.  He pulled her off the bed and dragged her to the corner of the room. She tried to pull against him, but his vampirc strength ensured she didn't move further than he wanted.  Spike opened a drawer of the dresser and removed a set of iron shackles.  Her eyes widened and her struggles increased as the cold metal touched her wrist.

Spike fastened the iron bracelets around her delicate wrists.  They were tight enough to hold her and loose enough not to chafe her smooth skin.  A thick two foot chain bridged the shackles.  His fingers found the center of the chain and pulled her closer to the bed. He reached over his head and pulled down a hook that Willow hadn't noticed before.  He slipped the center link over the hook.  Using a rope he pulled the hook towards the ceiling.  He continued to raise it until she was forced to stand on the balls of her feet.  He tied the rope around a peg on the wall to keep her in
position.  "Amazing contraption, isn't it, pet?" he asked.  "Previous  owners of this place were perverse little buggers.  Just wait until you see the play room," he whispered in her ear.

Willow shuttered.  She couldn't decide if it was in fear or pleasure.

He stood back to admire her lanky form stretched out. With a grin he strode towards the door.  "Now, don't go no where, luv," he said before he closed the door behind him.

"Stop using double negatives," she shouted at the door.  Slowly, she began to search for a way to escape.  She turned on her tip toes.  The peg holding the rope was definitely out of reach, but she had to try.  Curling her fingers around the chain, she used her body weight to swing herself towards the peg.  Her toes brushed against the rope.

"Now, now, luv.  That's not playing by the rules," Spike said as he leaned against the door jamb.

Tired, she twisted around to face him.  "I must have missed that one in the S&M handbook," she snapped.

He laughed.  *She's certainly got a fire to her,* he thought.  "Look who I found to play with us," he said.  A petite red headed minion slid into the room.  Spike chose her for her resemblance to Willow.   Standing behind her, Spike cupped her full breasts in his hands.  "What's your name, luv?"

"Paula, Master Spike," she answered.  She was pleased that he had chosen her among the minions to pleasure him.  This would certainly give her more status, perhaps even raise her above minion.  She wasn't quite sure what why the human hung in his bedroom.  Maybe she didn't please him.  Well that didn't matter.  She would take care of him properly.

Willow wanted to avert her eyes, but she found herself drawn to his strong hands.  She followed his fingers as they curved Paula's breasts.  The vampiress wore only a thin tank top and a pair of cut off shorts. Spike pinched her nipples and nuzzled her neck.  His intense blue eyes remained on Willow.  Spike pulled one of the spaghetti straps off her shoulder with his teeth.  He tugged at the hem until her breasts where bare.  His fingers squeezed the soft flesh tightly causing her to cry out.  His hips rocked against her high round ass.  The minion growled and writhed with pleasure.

Willow felt the heat pool between her thighs.  She pressed her legs together to try and ease the pressure.  Her sensitive breasts brushed freely
against the soft cotton tee shirt as she shifted her weight.

With a cruel laugh he shoved the minion towards the bed.  He retrieved a knife from his dresser drawer of toys.  Standing in front of Willow, Spike drew the sharp blade across his thumb.  He brushed his thumb across her lips, staining them with his blood.  She trembled beneath his touch.  Holding her tee shirt away from her body, Spike sliced the material down the center.  A couple more slices had the shirt falling in pieces to the floor.  He brushed the cold steel over her pert breasts.

Her eyes remained defiantly locked with his.  The loose jeans she wore hung precariously on her hip bones.  When he turned his back on her she closed her eyes and swallowed hard.

Spike stood beside the bed and stared down at the vampire sprawled across it.  "Strip," he ordered.  The minion quickly jumped to obey.  She pulled the tank top over her head and pushed the shorts to her ankles in record time.  Of course, she wore nothing beneath her clothes.  Boldly, she reached for the buttons of Spike's jeans.  He slapped her hand away and turned back to his captive toy.  Slowly, he circled her as he unbuttoned his pants.  Standing in front of her he pushed them to the floor.

Try as she might, Willow couldn't prevent her eyes from traveling the length of his lean body.  He stood boldly aroused.  Her breath caught in her throat when the light glistened off the clear bead oozing from the tip of his cock.

Paula eased her hand between her thighs when his length came into view.  She wanted to taste him and fuck him like there was no tomorrow.

Assured that he had Willow's full attention he returned to the bed.  Grabbing her shoulders he tossed the minion to the foot of the bed so he could recline against the headboard.  "Suck me," he ordered.  As she started to lower her head, he grabbed her hair to tilt her face towards his.  "Bite me and I'll rip you fucking head off."

With much effort, she pushed the demon back and reverted to her human face.  Willow almost laughed when she realized that the vampire was more attractive with her game face on then without it.  Paula licked the salty head from the tip before closing her mouth around the head.

Willow tightened her grip on the chains as his hard length disappeared into her mouth.  She watched the red head bob up and down as she sucked Spike.  The pressure between her thighs grew as Spike moaned in pleasure.  That night in the closet she hadn't been able to hear the sounds as Spike and Angelus played, but now she had full surround sound echoing in the chamber.

Spike smiled as Willow's chains rattled.  He could smell her arousal, it was a heady scent.  The obviously talented mouth didn't do much for him.  He
wondered what Willow's innocent fumblings would do to him.  He imagined her warm mouth sliding down his length as he tasted her wet core.  He wanted to feel her writhe beneath him as he thrust into her tight passage.  She would be so tight, squeezing him until he exploded.  With a roar he arched his hips and sent his release into the waiting mouth.

Willow bit her lip as she watched Spike's body shutter in his orgasm.  She tasted the sweet metallic taste of Spike's blood on her lips.  She licked her lips as Paula licked the creamy pearls of cum that escaped her lips.

He relaxed against the silk covered pillows.  He felt the minion start to climb towards the head of the bed. Opening his eyes he looked at her.  Her golden eyes glittered with desire and her arousal began to mask Willow's as she drew closer.  "Get out," he muttered. She paused in confusion.  At her hesitancy, he lashed out with a fist across her face.  She flew off the bed and landed on the cold stone floor with a thud.  "I said get out," he snarled.

"Yes, Master Spike," she whispered as she quickly gathered her clothes and fled.

Willow whimpered as she watched him reclined on the bed.  His pale form relaxed in fulfillment.  She had yet to find release.  She remained on the precipice. Her arms ached from their taunt position, her legs flexed as she tried to bring herself to release. She tried to bite her tongue.  She wouldn't beg.  A tear slipped down her cheek and her lower lip trembled. "Please," she whispered.

Spike opened his eyes and found her in a flushed frenzy.  "What?" he asked.

"Please," she said a little louder.

With a grin he swung his feet to the floor.  "Please, what?" he asked.  He moved before her.  His eyes feasting on her heaving breasts.  Her limbs trembled, not from exhaustion, but desire.  Raising his hand he cupped his fingers around her breast, but keeping his hand half an inch from actually touching.  He chuckled as she tried to arch closer.  "You want it?"

Angry and frustrated, she lashed out at him with her feet.   He caught her foot and gave the jeans a swift tug.  They easily from her hips and pooled around her feet.  "Such a temper," he teased.  He noticed her russet curls were damp and her thighs glistened with moisture.  "Do you think you deserve a reward?"

"Go to hell,' she sobbed.  Tears of frustration began to flow down her face.  She couldn't stand it anymore.

Strangely her tears affected him.  He brushed his hand against her cheek.  "Perhaps you have," he whispered. He knelt before her and eased her legs apart.  He nuzzled his nose in her curls.  Her heavy musk brought his flaccid cock to life.

She gasped at the cool touch of his tongue.  She was so ready that the light touch caused an explosion within her.  Her head tilted back as a satisfying scream ripped from her lips.

Spike lifted her legs free of the jeans and onto his shoulders as he delved deeper into her moist flesh. His hands grasped the cheeks of her ass and held her tightly to his face.  He sucked hard on the tiny bundle of nerves.  She shook and moaned as orgasm after orgasm coursed through her body.  He buried his tongue in her steaming channel and drank the juices that flowed readily into his mouth.

Willow never felt anything like this before.  Every nerve in her body was on fire.  Her muscles contracted and released spasmodically.  Sweat poured down her skin.  Her heart raced and her breath came in shallow gasps.  She read somewhere that the French called it the little death, but she felt as if her soul was being ripped from her body.

Spike's body reacted as her thighs tightened around his head.  While he had cum not minutes before, his cock shuttered as he spilled his seed on the jeans on the floor.  It did this without any assistance from his hand.  When he felt her legs relax he looked up at her.  He was only mildly surprised to see she had fainted.  He wrapped his arm around her legs as he stood.  He reached over his head and found the hidden latch on her shackles.  Her arm dropped limply over his shoulder.  He released the other shackle and carried her to his bed.  Spike reclined beside her and
brushed her damp hair out of her face.  He pulled the comforter over them and settled into sleep.

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