~Part 1~ Time to Play
 

Enough was enough. She was sick of pining over Oz, crying in her
pillow and sobbing every time she heard a Dingo's song. She missed him, but it was
time to move on. Reclaim her life, take charge, be the powerful woman that
she was.

        Willow yawned.

        She pulled herself up, wincing at the harsh morning sun. She glanced
at the clock on her bed stand and sighed, flopping backwards on the mountain
of inviting pillows.

        "Time to vamp-sit." Willow muttered, kicking the blankets off and
rolling out of bed. The bed beside hers was empty. Buffy had already left for
Giles', eager to get a head start on bickering with Spike. As much as
Willow was.

        She yawned again.

        The options in her closet bored her. She was restless. With
everything. Her clothes, her moping, everything was the same. She needed a change. A
major one. The old boring Willow had gotten her dumped for a dead shewolf.
Hardly impressive.

        Willow reached for her usual bright ensemble, hands resting on the
material before reaching for a flimsy little black tank. She fingered the wispy
material, clicking her nails against the tiny crystal jewels lining the
bottom. Her eyes fell on a bright pink and red shirt, then back to the
more daring one.

        She smiled.

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        "When do I eat?" Spike asked impatiently. "It's been hours and I'm
hungry.  It's not such a difficult task..."

        He cut himself off, mid-sentence, as he watched Willow enter the
librarian's apartment.

        "...bloody hell, where did she come from?" He managed.

        Xander glanced up from his book. "Drool."

        "Breasts." Spike gawked appreciatively from his place tied to the
chair.

        Willow threw the boys a small smile, setting her bag on the table.

        "Leather pants." Xander stared, practically foaming. "Those are
magnificent pants, Will. I've seen the light. There is a God of Pants. You have
changed me. I'm a changed man."

        "If she wiggles a little, I'll be a changed man." Spike muttered.

        Buffy shook herself back to earth, deciding it was part of a phase.
"Uh, Wills, Xander and I have to go meet Giles at the bookstore. We'll be
back in a few minutes. If you could watch Spike."

        She looked her friend up and down and turned to leave. Xander pulled
his eyes away from Willow long enough to trip over the landing step and
walk into the door.

        "So, pet." Spike leered. "What's all the glam all of a sudden?"

        "Bored." Willow answered simply. "I've spent too much time trying the
damsel in distress bit over Oz. He's not coming back. Time to move on."

        Spike nodded, subtly shifting his leg, desperately trying to hide his
erection from the redhead. It'd been such a long time since a human had
turned him on.

        Willow noticed. She sat on the edge of the couch, resting her hands on
her knees, a small coffee table separating her from the vampire.

        "Time for different things."

        Her green eyes met his blue ones, their desire met in the middle.

        "Time for better things."

        Willow positioned her right hand on his knee. She heard him flinch,
anticipating.

        "Time for bigger things."

        Her hand snaked up his leg. She squeezed his cock, licking her hungry
lips as he writhed under her attention.

        "Time to play." She whispered, crawling over the table to him.

~Part 2~ Time to Play

        Willow straddled Spike's lap, slipping a leather-clad leg on either
side of him. She slowly buttoned his shirt, pulling it over his shoulders, the
tight black tee quickly following, landing on a pile on the floor. She leaned
in to bite his ear.

        "I..." She whispered between nibbles. "...am going to take you right
here. Right now. Whether you like it..." She licked. "...or not."

        Spike felt a moan slide through his lips. He involuntarily thrust
upward to meet her.

        "Uh-uh." She pulled back and reached for the gag on the table behind
him. "Not yet. This is my game; we play by my rules."

        Willow held the gag in front of his face, deciding. She smiled at his
helpless, speechless expression.

        The drop of blood beaded on her fingertip. She kept the liquid just
out of his reach.

        "You want this?" She asked, waiting for his nod. "Don't say a word.
Don't open your mouth. Don't move."

        Spike stared back at her, eyes full of passion and anger at being
dominated by the tiny redhead. He didn't remove his glare as she smeared the
redness on his face, just a tongue length away. He could smell the blood, her
arousal, his. He fought to keep his feelings in check.

        Willow reached behind her head, pulling the shirt off, revealing her
naked chest to him. She giggled at the longing on his face. She pushed her
breasts toward him, almost touching.

        He throbbed underneath her.

        She slid down his body, falling to the floor on her knees. She kept
her eyes trained on his as she freed him, squeezing his straining cock with
her little hands.

        "Bloody hell." Spike groaned as she took his length in her mouth. Her
tongue swirled in wonderful patterns, so warm and inviting, unlike
Drusilla's cold lifeless sexual attempts.

        He was close, she could feel it. She felt the cum rise up within him,
ready to spill out and race down her waiting throat.

        Willow pulled him out of her mouth.

        "No." He protested, unfulfilled.

        Willow retrieved her thrown shirt, slipping it back over her head,
adjusting her hair, and clothes.

        Spike glared up at her. "You tease, bloody tart. Finish. I demand it."

        A tinkle of laughter came from her lips, her eyes sparkled impishly.
"Nope. Sorry. Buffy and Xander are going to be back soon."

        "Bitch."

        "Unless you want your dick hanging out when Buffy and the others get
back, I'd stay quiet." Willow snapped, her eyes dark, the smile gone from her
face.

        She had just finished putting him back together when Giles returned
with Buffy and Xander in tow.

        "Willow." Giles greeted, looking her over quickly, surprised at her
sudden change of appearance. "I hope Spike wasn't any trouble."

        She glanced down at the fading erection in his pants.

        "Nope." She smiled innocently. "Not a hard job."

~Part 3~ Prepared

Willow adjusted the sides of the bandeau top that rested dangerously low on
her chest. She kissed the air of her reflection, unable to resist a smile.

Teasing Spike the way she had was one of the best things she had ever done.
She felt so free, so powerful, so ready to explore herself...and him. She
got this thrill out of doing what she wanted; not tied to Oz or the grief
she had over losing him. Everything was going the way she wanted it to go,
she was in control and loving it.

"Spike," She grinned to her reflection, smoothing a few loose red strands.
"Oh, Spike, Spike, Spike. Wait until you get a load of what I have in store
for you."

Willow grabbed the jacket lying on the bed and took off, blowing by a photo
of Oz without even a glance.

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Spike prepared.

He knew she was coming tonight while the others were out. He had
conveniently paid attention to when the Slayer was talking to him about her
plans, picking out the foolish parts about the wonderful guy she was pining
over and concentrating on Willow's involvement.

He was ready for her.

Spike was no fool. He didn't let a silly chit like Willow leaving him
hanging like that. He refused to let her take the upper hand. He was the
powerful one.

And the smarter one.

He had spent the entire day planning, watching movements, noting little
pieces that would be useful later. He had carefully monitored the Slayer and
Watcher's actions, using everything they said and did to help his plan shape
into revenge against the little tease.

Spike smiled as Willow entered the apartment.

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"Where's Buffy?" Willow asked innocently, her jacket zipped to her neck.

"She left. Everyone's gone." Spike answered. He sat in a chair, arms tied
behind his back as usual, he didn't look at her.

A gleam of excitement passed through Willow's eyes. Her voice changed in
anticipation.

"So, did you enjoy last night? Left you a little hung up, sorry about
that." Her tone lacked any kind of regret.

Spike retained his expression of stone, waiting patiently for the right
moment.

"I've had better nights."

"What? With Drusilla?" Sarcasm took over. "I bet she was tons of fun, all
cold and icy, like a corpse. Do you like a corpse Spike?" Willow taunted,
her voice as cold as her description. "Or do you like a nice hot, fresh
human to fuck?"

He let the remarks pass coolly by. "Human. But you won't let me fuck you,
will you?"

"Nope." Willow said, turning away to remove her jacket. "Not now anyway,
I'd rather torture you while you're tied up in that chair of yours."

"Or maybe..." Spike countered, his voice steely and threatening.

Willow glanced back at him in time to see the bindings barring him to the
chair snap. He stood in one fluid motion, the restraints tumbling to his
feet.

"...I'll just torture you."

~Part 4~ Challenge

       Willow swallowed her smile; it caught in her throat, making her cough.
She stepped back a step, unable to take her eyes off the freed vampire. He
grinned a malefic grin.

        "You're...you're untied." She backed herself against the table.

        "Yeah, baby." He sneered approaching her slowly, steadily. "I'm
untied. Puts a damper on your plan, does it?"

        "B-but you were tied." She struggled, trying to understand the
situation.

        "Right." Spike rolled his eyes. "120 and change and you think a single
rope is going to hold me to that chair? I may as well just stay here and
fake helpless and get fed while all of you get my teeth back so I can kill
you all. It all works out fine for me."

        "Why did you let me get away with it last night?"

        He stopped. "I didn't think you were going to cock-block me. I thought
you could handle it. But after spending all your time with that mutt, I can
see what you've missed. I like a challenge."

        "A challenge?"

        "You're my challenge. And my revenge. I don't appreciate what you did
to me last night." He reached forward, pushing the jacket off her shoulders
to the floor in a single movement. She took a sharp breath.

        "You really want to be who you're trying to be right now?"

        She nodded, biting her lip.

        He growled at her silent response. "Talk, you bitch, speak up for
yourself."

        Willow gathered herself to full height, glaring directly in his sharp
blue eyes. "Yes."

        "Yes, what?"

        "Yes, Spike."

        He reached for her top, ready to rip it off, start the process. She
stepped back, just out of his grasp, not losing her stare in his.

        He chuckled. "A challenge."

~Part 5~ Revenge

      Willow looked up to the ceiling as she felt the bindings pulled
tighter. She was tied to the chair like Spike had been the night before, arms
pulled behind her back, leaving her defenceless to him. He was recreating the
entire scene she had developed last night.

        She was naked. Her clothes had been pulled off and set aside. She had
just stood there while he pulled them off, revelling at her body, touching
here, feeling there. She wasn't too scared, he couldn't hurt her without
hurting himself, but she was filled with a dangerous anticipation.

        "No human's going to give me blue balls and get away with it. Didn't
appreciate it, pet." Spike sniggered.

        He fell to his knees in front of her, prying her legs apart; he smiled
at her wetness.

        Over 120 years of sexual experience went into the licks and pleasures
Spike provided to Willow. She thrashed wildly as he calmly tongued her. The
ecstasy was almost blinding for. Minutes fled by until he felt her
begin to tense, she was close to cumming.

        Spike pulled his head away, her juices glistening on his satisfied
face.

        "Nooo." She moaned, shaking from the bliss. "Finish."

        "Don't get it, do you bitch? This is revenge. The whole point of this
little exercise is to get back at you for doing what you did."

        He continued, trying to control his pleasure from seeing her reel from
his unfulfilling ministrations. He pulled his erection out, holding it out
to her.

        "I'll help you. I'll help you be the person you want to be, but there
will be certain, how do I say it, requirements. Suck."

        Spike pushed his cock roughly through her closed lips. She obediently
sucked it, licking him like a lollipop.

        "Look at me." He growled at her.

        Willow set her eyes on his, bringing him closer and closer; she sucked
harder, pulling him all the way in her mouth.

        He moaned as he felt the cum rise within him. He shoved himself
further in her mouth as she tried to pull away.

        "Swallow it. All of it." He gritted his teeth as he spewed his seed
down her throat.

        She coughed, gagging on the surprisingly warm cum. A tear rolled down
her face from the overwhelming fullness in her mouth.

        "Bad girls don't cry." Spike put himself back together again.

        Willow struggled to swallow the liquid. "Tears of happiness." She
managed sarcastically.

        "More like it." He pulled his familiar duster on. "Well, I'm untied,
so I'm going out for a few hours. I need a little air."

        Confusion passed through Willow's eyes. "What? But, what if Buffy and
the others come back?"

        Spike headed for the door, glancing over his shoulder. "Funny thing
about that. I really don't care." He opened the door. "Be good while I'm
gone, luv."

        He stepped into the night before changing his mind and reentering the
apartment. "Oh, and if one of them does come back, don't let them touch
you. If you aren't tied to that to chair, naked, when I get back, there'll
be trouble."
 

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