Genres: Adult, Alternate Universe, Drama
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit Sex
Summary: Spike loved the slayer and lost her for the world's sake. A redhead has made him happy again, but she is back from the dead. What will he do?
a/n I know it has been awhile since anything truly new came out of my computer. I really appreciate everyone's patience. I want to thank Kaz for her wonderful beta work. Needless to say, any mistakes belong solely to me.
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Spike grinned in appreciation as he climbed out of the SUV and sauntered into the house. He loved connecting garages. He had just reached the door when he heard.
"Whoa, mister. You can help with the unloading before you go and gloat."
He smirked at Willow. "Luv, I never gloat, I just enjoy the fruits of my superior intellect when compared to the Slayer's."
Willow groaned. "Babe, I wouldn't say it took superior intellect to figure out what her next move would be, anymore than it requires brilliance to know what she'll try to do now. You do realize that she will try to kill you for my own good, don't you?"
"Yeah, stake me proper, would be my guess. Well, it ain't happening. Got too much to live for, don't I? After all, I have you and the Bit. What else could a vampire ask for, excepting a spot of violence now and again."
Together, they carried the packages into the kitchen, pleased to see the moving van pulling in. Willow looked at the vampire. "I'll just deal with the movers, you can go upstairs and start putting things into place."
"Good enough, pet. The dungeon furniture was last into the truck, so it should come off first. Just send the blighters up with it."
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Buffy was grinning madly as she hit the stairs to the basement, soon it would all be over. All those <b>things</b> would be gone and Willow would be safe from Spike and his vampiric perversions. She just knew that Willow wouldn't be interested in any of that sort of stuff if it weren't for the vampire. As usual, she thought triumphantly, it was all Spike's fault.
She froze, one foot in the air, breath whooshing out of her lungs. The door wasn't locked, in fact, it wasn't even closed. What was wrong with this picture? She rushed for the open door and found a room so totally full of empty that it shocked her.
Spike had played her and although she hated to admit it, Willow had helped. Why would Willow help? She retreated slowly to the basement stairs, sinking down on the steps as if she had just run a marathon. She was completely oblivious to her surroundings as she sank deeply into the thought process that was uniquely hers. Willow helped, she had to have been in on the plan to rescue the <b>things</b>, but why would Willow help? After all, she just wanted to save her friend from the abusive vampire and his evil perversions. True, he had no chip and so far he hadn't bitten anyone that she could discover. And she had looked, long and hard, though she just hadn't told anyone, `cause Giles, Xander and Anya were all, look at Spike, he's so very reformed. Reformed my ass, she thought. If he was reformed, he wouldn't be beating Willow. No way could Willow really like it, no matter what she said. She was just under that thrall thingy, like Dracula had done to her. Thrall, that's what was wrong with her friend. Well, now she knew what was wrong, she could fix it and she would, all it would take was a stake.
She thought for a moment, a stake when there was no one around to see it. She so didn't need everyone else going off on her for staking that evil vampire. Let the others think what they wanted, she would plot and plan and she would save Willow.
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Willow screamed with pain and fulfillment as the soft lashes of the flogger hit the sensitive lips of her cunt. More she begged, as she lay, tied spread-eagled to the cushioned table atop the long cage that Spike had built just for her. One long finger dipped into her drenched cunt, teasing her clit as she squirmed under his hands., He licked his finger, smacking his lips and lay the flogger to one side. He picked up a snow white taper and lit it with his Zippo. Carefully, he gauged the distance from her bare skin, before dripping the hot wax on her shaven pubic area. Her shocked gasps were music to his ears as the hot wax hit her skin, burning just a tiny bit. When she was coated with wax, he reached into a bowl and drew out an ice cube. He smirked as he touched to ice to the wax, listening to her shrieks as the cold met the hot and started melting. He watched the droplets of water run across her clitoris and into her aching cunt. She was so very close. He took the large dagger, displaying it before her emerald eyes, before carefully using the blade to peel the wax from her delicate skin.
"That's a good girl, lay perfectly still for me."
"Yes, Master."
He meticulously cleaned the last of the wax from her skin, before stripping off his jeans. He was hard and aching, and he knew his girl was close to coming. All it would take at this point was his permission, which he wasn't ready to give yet.
"Don't you dare cum. Not until I say you can,." he ordered harshly as he plunged his length into her clenching tunnel. He gloried in her inability to move as he shagged her, loving the slight movements that were all she was capable of. She made the most interesting noises as she fought to control herself.
Finally, he shouted,
"Now, cum for me, slut."
Willow's scream of completion joined with his own hoarse shout as for the first time in weeks, they were both fully satisfied.
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Willow screamed as the flogger hit her sensitive cunt. She knew she was dripping and she felt so good.. In fact, she hadn't felt this good in weeks. She vaguely noticed when her Master lit the candle, but she definitely noticed when the hot wax hit her skin. `Way to yank me out of subspace,' she thought as she screamed again.
Her lips curved into a lustful smile as Spike continued to cover her bare pubic area with hot wax. She heard a rattling sound followed by, `Oh Goddess,' a freezing sensation. She could feel her need growing as she felt the cold water from the melted ice dripping into her cunt. She shivered as she saw the knife in her Master's hand. She loved this part so much. She concentrated on laying perfectly still as he peeled the wax from her skin with the wickedly sharp knife. She knew what would happen to her if she moved and caused him to cut her. It wouldn't be pretty and she was having way to much fun to fuck it up now. She was about to cum . . .
"Don't you dare cum. Not until I say you can."
She heard the rustle as he stripped his jeans, his shirt having long since fallen to the wayside. Finally he was going to fuck her. She gasped and moaned as she felt his hard cock drive into her dripping cunt. She tried to move against him, but she was too tightly bound. She could feel every ripple as he drove deeper and harder into her tight, willing body..
Finally, when she thought she would explode from the effort of not cumming, he shouted, "Now, cum for me, slut."
Willow screamed as her orgasm shook her small frame before relaxing against the man who had just completed her.
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