Rating: NC-17
Summary: Spike has a few bad habits Willow would love to break him of.
Warnings: PWP, mild bondage
Disclaimer: Alas, these are not my characters. They belong to Joss and ME and all those other people.
Distribution: NHA, SoG, redsoulmates, willsvamps, and anyone else I post to. Other's just ask. All my work can be found on my website http://www.angelfire.com/vamp/claudia6913
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"Spike, I told you. No smoking in the house," Willow chided him.
It had been a few weeks since they 'hooked up'. Willow loved Spike with all her heart but he had a few annoying habits, and smoking was one of them.
"Sorry Luv, but it's still daylight out and I can't bloody well go outside now can I?" Spike said putting his cigarette out in the sink.
"I know that but couldn't you at least wait until sunset? It's only a few hours away. It's not like it would kill you," she said smiling. "Besides, I personally don't want lung cancer."
"Old habits die hard, Pet," Spike said coming up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the top of her head.
Willow leaned into the vampire. She knew he didn't do it on purpose. She'd just have to find a way to break him of it.
"It's ok," Willow said distractedly. 'How do you break a vampire of bad habits,' Willow wondered. 'I might just have to check out some books or something.' Willow giggled at the thought of looking up 'How to handle your vampire' handbooks.
"What's so funny Luv?" Spike asked as he went into the refrigerator to grab a bag of blood.
"Oh, nothing," She said sweetly and sat down at the island in the kitchen. She stared at him as he bent over to grab the blood. Remembering their latest bout of love making she let out a contented sigh.
"Spike," she said.
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to head to Giles'. He's got a book I want to look at," Willow said and got up to grab her bag. She came back into the kitchen and kissed Spike lightly on the lips. He was growling at her departure. She smiled at him lovingly.
"Don't give me that growl. I'll be back before sundown," Willow said and gave him a hug. He didn't let her go.
"Well maybe I had plans. You, me, a tub, naked," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Willow laughed and broke free. "Later, I promise." and walked out the door, leaving a much aroused vampire in her wake.
Willow arrived at Giles' apartment smiling. Her friends hadn't immediately taken to her and Spike's relationship. Buffy had threatened to kill him. Xander was, in usual Xander fashion, disbelieving, and thinking it was some sort of spell. He demanded they research. Giles was flustered to say the least, but was nice enough to inform everyone that Willow was old enough to make her own decisions. He had also said that in no uncertain terms that he would torture Spike in ways that would rival Angelus if he ever hurt her. That had meant a lot to Willow. It had showed her how much the ex- librarian care for her and considered her family.
She knocked on the door and smiled again when Giles answered the door.
"Willow, good to see you. What brings you here?" Giles asked bewildered by her presence.
Willow walked in and set her bag on the table in his front room.
"Oh, nothing much. I just kinda wanted to peruse your books if you don't mind."
"No, of course not, Willow. You are always free to come over," Giles said smiling. "Unfortunately, I have a few errands to run. Will you be alright? Can I get you anything before I go?"
"No, thanks. I'm good."
With a smile and a nod Giles left her to look unencumbered. She loved Giles, but she didn't think she could look for vampire 'how-to' books with him hovering over her.
Willow grabbed a few books from the shelf and began reading. She looked first in books that contained stories of Angelus, Spike, Darla, and Drusilla. Not quite what she was looking for.
Willow had been searching for over an hour before she found what she had been looking for. She laughed out loud. It was a literal how-to book! Granted it was centered more on how to control your Childe, not how to control your vampire lover and break his bad habits.
Most of what Willow read in the book either made her cringe or it made her blush. Dominance was the main theme throughout it all--In sex, torture, blood, basically every aspect of their unlife. It gave Willow an idea.
"Oh yeah," Willow said aloud, "Spike'll never know what hit him."
Willow put the books back where she found them and left a note thanking Giles and to call her if they needed any help with research.
On her way home she stopped at army supply shop to pick up a pair of handcuffs. Willow whistled happily the whole way home, running Spike's 'surprise' through her mind. 'Wonder what he'll do. He's a Master Vampire, may not take kindly to this. Then again he does love me and has mentioned on several occasions the use of handcuffs.' She stuffed the handcuffs in her bag and walked in the front door. It was an hour until sunset. As soon as she walked through the door Spike shut it and pressed her against the door. He leaned in so every part of their bodies were touching, and leaned in to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss.
"Naughty Witch, leaving me all alone," Spike said running his hands along her arms. "I should teach you a lesson."
Willow smiled and slipped from his grasp. "No," she said simply and walked upstairs to her bedroom, confident that Spike would follow. She would have liked to turn around to see his face, but that would have broken the mood she was trying to set. She had smelled the smoke in the air when she walked in the house. 'He really needs to learn,' she said to herself smiling again.
Willow walked into her room and laid the bag on her desk chair. As she thought, Spike had followed her. He stopped at her doorway and leaned on the jam. He was curious. She had never simply said 'No' to him. It was...disturbing to the usually dominant vampire.
"Oi, what's this all about then Luv?" he asked.\par
"You were smoking in the house again Spike, after I asked you not to. I don't think I'm the one here that needs punishment," she said. 'Oh God. It's all I can do to keep from laughing. He is really shocked. Speechless even. Good,' Willow thought. Things were going good so far.
"Yeah, well, I had nothing better to do Pet. You left me in an empty house during the day. Had to bloody do something." 'What is she up to?' he wondered.
"You disobeyed my wishes and did something I told you not to do. Tsk, tsk," Willow said walking towards her stunned lover. She smiled inwardly at her boldness. 'Oh yeah, this is going to be fun,' she thought.
Spike was just plain shocked into stillness. 'She's up to something. This I've got to see,' he thought to himself. Spike relaxed his posture some, no need to be so uptight about a human. Willow had walked to stand directly in front of him, hands on hips.
"Strip," Willow said in a commanding voice.
"If you wanted me Luv, all you had to do was ask. No need to put on a show. Although, I do like it," Spike said smiling, lust clouding his eyes. He slowly took off his red over shirt, his arm muscles twitching and flexing perfectly. Then, he went for his obligatory black t-shirt. When it came off Willow had to swallow the lump of lust in her throat. His finely chiseled torso just begged for her to run her hands across it. He deftly kicked out of his boots, and went for the buttons on his pants. Willow licked her lips in anticipation. It was still exciting as hell to watch all that pale skin be revealed to her. He was being achingly slow. She needed to regain control.
"If I wanted a strip tease Spike, I would have asked for it. Now hurry up, then go lay on the bed," Willow said backing up from him to give him room to get to the bed.
Spike was out of his pants before she had even moved. He sauntered over to the bed and flopped down, placing his arms under his head, and crossing his ankles.
"I'm feeling a little under dressed. What about you Pet?" he asked.
Willow just shook her head and moved to her bag to get the hand cuffs. She was nervous. Not being used to this, she had to take a deep breath to calm her nerves. She palmed the cuffs, trying hard not to let them rattle. She really didn't need to worry, Spike had eyes just for her. She walked up to him and leaned down for a kiss. He did exactly what she'd expected and raised his hands to brush them through her hair. He liked her hair. She quickly cuffed one wrist, and pulled him other arm up so that she could cuff it too, with the chain looped around the headboard.
"Oi, what's this?" Spike said. He was a little startled that the little red-head had caught him so off guard.
"Now, now Spike. I told you. You need to be punished for smoking in the house when I specifically told you not to," she said walking around the bed. She tried hard not to laugh at the surprised look on his face. 'If only had a camera handy,' she thought to herself.
"Yeah, but I didn't think you were serious Luv. If you wanted a little kink, all you had to do was ask," he said. He really didn't mind being chained. It actually turned him on. What turned him on more was the fact that his Red was the one doing the chaining, and punishment.
"Be quiet," Willow said walking around the bed touching his legs, thighs, and cock making it jump with anticipation. To Willow's surprise he went quiet. She walked up towards his chest and sat down on the bed next to him, lightly grazing his nipple with her nail.
"Now," she said, all traces of nervousness gone, "are you going to smoke in the house again?"
"I could just smoke in one room," Spike said.
Willow pinched his nipple hard enough to bring a gasp from his lips.
"Wrong answer," she says in a deep lust filled voice. "Here are the rules, since you don't seem to know them. You answer right, I'll remove a piece of clothing. You answer wrong and I will put something back on. You WILL call me Mistress. Do you understand?"
A shiver of excitement ran through Spike. He never thought his Red would go for something like this, otherwise he would have suggested it a long time ago. Amazed, and entranced he managed to say, "Yes, Mistress."
Willow did as promised and removed an article of clothing, but not what Spike had expected. She had removed a shoe. He resisted the urge to growl at her, but only barely.
"Now, Spike, are you going to smoke in the house again?"
"No, Mistress."
He waited expectantly, shirt, pants, anything but the shoes. She graced his with the removal of her shirt. Spike let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. Her pale skin contrasted beautifully with the royal blue of the lace bra she was wearing. She leaned over him and graced him with a kiss, but pulled away before Spike could deepen it.
"Now," Willow said kissing her way down his chest, "will you be a good boy while I'm gone from now on?"
"Yes, Mistress," Spike said on a groan as she lightly bit one of his nipples.
Willow smiled and stood. She slowly removed her pants. He saw that her underwear matched the bra. She looked lovely standing there in just her underclothes. He was hard with need for her. This teasing was starting to wear thin. Wanting nothing more then to hear her scream his name in climax, he looked at her and silently pleaded.
"What is it Spike?"
"Please, Mistress, let me take you. Ravish you."
"Well, since you asked nicely," she said smiling and took off the bra and panties. She walked, or rather, sauntered over to the bed. Spike never took his eyes off of her. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her.
She slowly climbed on the bed, making sure not to brush any sensitive parts. She wanted to make him suffer, if only a little. She straddled him mid chest, running her hands up his arms and through his hair. He strained slightly against the handcuffs, making an exasperated sound. Willow leaned down just enough for him to capture a nipple with his mouth. He practically attacked it with tongue and teeth, drawing gasps of pleasure from her, and bucking his hips to get the much needed friction.
Willow pulled away quickly which brought a low growl from her lover. She tsk'ed softly and pinched a nipple. Spike's eyes flicked gold for a second and a gasp/growl escaped his lips. Smiling sweetly at him she moved further up his body, coming to rest with his head between her legs.
Spike looked up to his Red, silently asking if she wanted him to do what he thought she did. Willow smiled and nodded. That was all it took before he darted out his tongue and began laving her in all the right places.
He started off slowly, working his tongue everywhere but where she needed it most. That small bundle of nerves was just waiting for him to come in contact with it. Finally Willow'd had enough. She was supposed to be in charge.
"Spike," she said breathlessly, "do not make me wait."
He just moaned at the tone of her voice and attacked her clit. Lightly nipping at it with teeth, and drawing gasps of pleasure from his sweet red-head. Spike's hips buck slightly, needing contact, but getting none. He groans in protest, the vibrations flow across his tongue and hit the bundle of nerves and throw Willow into an orgasm.
"Spiike!" she cries out, riding her pleasure on wave after wave. After the shocks of her orgasm slowly recede Willow moveed lower to rest on his chest, and slumped down cradling Spikes' head and kissing random places. She reached up with limp arms and fumbled to undo the handcuffs. No longer able to keep up the pretense of 'Mistress' she gladly let Spike take charge.
And take charge he did with single minded precision. Flipping them over, Spike attacked her mouth at the same time positioning himself at her opening. One small whimper from his redhead and he thrusts in. They both moaned loudly at the sudden feeling. Spike encased in a burning wetness, and Willow filled with her cool lover.
Movement too frenzied to be labeled 'making love' ensued. She lifted her hips to meet his every thrust, dancing the age old dance of lust. Neither one caring what goes on out side their little bubble, only wanting that release that comes from coupling. Shifting from demon to human face Spike held on as long as he could, not wanting to come alone. Willow pulled him to her neck, tilting it just so, inviting her vampire lover to take what's his. To take what's offered, and he did. Biting gently, throwing them both into mind numbing orgasms.
Willow bucked and cried out his name over and over like a litany. She milked him of his release as he moaned into her neck. Stated, and completely drained they lay there, Spike licking his mark making almost a purring sound. They were both grinning like idiots, though they didn't know it.
"Oi, luv, didn't know ya had it in you," Spike said sleepily. He rolled off of her and pulled her close to spoon.
Willow yawned saying, "I didn't either, but I had to get you to promise to stop smoking in the house."
"Well Red, if this is the treatment I get each time I do, I don't think I'm bloody likely to stop."
Willow smacks him lightly on the arm and nestles in closer to the cool body next to her. 'Hmm, maybe letting him smoke isn't such a bad idea, if this is what can happen,' she thinks to herself and settles down to sleep.
The End