Willow felt stupid.

       Her plan had backfired and here she was sitting in the middle of
Giles' apartment, naked, tied to a chair.

       She felt stupid.

       Sucking Spike off hadn't been as fun the second time around,
especially after he had left her hanging, the bastard. She had gotten
what she deserved, but her little game had quickly lost appeal.

       Unless...

       She smiled thoughtfully. Maybe a counter-attack wasn't so
farfetched. Whatever happened she was secure in knowing he couldn't hurt her in any
way. She was fairly safe. He certainly couldn't kill her, but he could leave
her on the edge of an orgasm, which at the time, seemed a lot worse.

       Willow began slowly piecing together the parts of her plan,
again, she hadn't planned on target Spike in the beginning, he was just there,
and so very defenseless.

       Now that he could fight back, things would be different.

       She smiled as the door opened, ready to set her decisions in
motion. Ready to regain the upperhand over Spike.

       Willow looked up, the puckish smile set on her face fading
quickly.

       "Xander." She squeaked.

~Part 7~ Silver Bow

       "You're naked." Xander said, frozen in his position by the door.

       "Get out of here." Willow hissed.

       "But, you're naked." He observed.

       "Yes, I realize I'm naked. But you have to get out of here, now.
I'll explain later."

       "Naked?"

       "Xander, please. You're my best friend and I love you, but right
now you have to get out of here." Willow pleaded.

       "Maybe I'm not making myself clear." He reasoned. "You're
naked."

       "Xander..." She growled. "Get out."

       "Okay, I'll give you asylum just this one, but as I leave, I
must say, you're naked." He backed out the door, staring until the last
possible moment.

       Willow sighed.

-----

       She had suffered long enough, Spike decided. It was time for her
to get her pleasure, more pleasure then the wolf could have ever given
her.

       He set out to return to Giles', to his waiting mate.

-----

       Willow tapped her foot impatiently. She was still aroused from
the things Spike had done to her. She'd gotten more out of those short
minutes then all her time with Oz.

       The door to the apartment opened slowly, revealing nothing but
darkness. Slowly, Spike crept in, his duster wrapped tightly around his
body.

       She felt herself jump in anticipation. Just looking at him
turned her one.

       Spike smiled at her reaction. He removed the duster, standing
before her in but a silver bow wrapped around his neck.

       "Hey. Missed your kiss."

~Part 8~ Go

        Willow froze. Any thought, any plan to get back at him, any
slight notion of anything comprehendable in the universe, flew out of her head
when she saw Spike standing there in just the silver bow wrapped loosely
around his neck. She drew in a sharp breath.

       "Well, if you're just going to stand there and gawk at me..."

       Spike pulled the duster back over his shoulders and walked over
to her. He leaned down to untie her wrists from the chair.

       "We're going to get out of here, okay? I need a little fun and I
can't have it with that boring old librarian hanging around. And seeing
how this is his place and all, it's my place to evacuate."

       He stuffed the bindings in his pocket. "Might need these later."

       Spike glanced down at the paralyzed female. "You okay, luv?"

       Willow nodded slowly. She slowly reached to open the long coat
wrapped around the vampire. "Wow." She breathed.

       "You'll get yours, my pet. Let's go."

       Spike wrapped her in a blanket and pulled her to the door.

       "Wait. My clothes." Willow said, finding her voice.

       He grinned at her. "Unnecessary. You aren't going to need them."

       "But I can't go outside like this." She pleaded, pulling him
back in the house.

       "Yes." He said firmly. "You can and you will. Either come with
me and go naked. Or we'll do it here and risk the Slayer coming back and
finding us. Wouldn't bother me a bit, her seeing me naked and what. Not like
she'd know what to do with it. Look what happened with Angel, he took a poke
and lost his bloody soul. Stupid chit."

       Spike glanced at her, ending his rant. "Okay, what'll it be?"

       Willow bit her lip. She glanced back at her clothes lying on the
floor, then at the partially open coat wrapped around Spike.

       "Let's go."

~Part 9~ Unwrapping

       "What is this place?" Willow asked as Spike led her into the
underground crypt.

       "Harmony and I hid out here for awhile, before, well, the
incident." A glimmer of a smile passed over his face.

       "Incident?" She asked wearily.

       "Harm, foolish tart, fell on her own stake. Sigh."

       "You staked your own girlfriend?"

       "Not my girlfriend. I don't think there was enough in that head
of hers to consider her anything more than a vapid little sex bunny." He
shot back. "Besides, I didn't stake her, I can't kill, remember? I just gave
her a light shove on to a little something I rigged up."

       Willow didn't hear him. She was too busy staring at him, trying
to peer through the folds of the material. He still had the inane bow
around his neck, all she wanted to do was unwrap it...

       Spike stopped talking. "What are you looking at?"

       The redhead drew in a breath and gathered herself up. "I want
you." She said smokily.

       "That's my girl." He swept her off her feet, carrying her to the
bed he had shared with Harmony.

       Willow smiled as he laid her out on the bed, stepping back for a
moment to admire what would soon be his. He leaned down on top of her,
removing his duster.

       Spike met his mouth to hers, proud when her tongue reached to
touch his. He ran his hands down her smooth body, loving the creamy, warm
flesh. So much different then Drusilla's pasty, cold skin.

       Willow broke the kiss, she slid down his body, wrapping her legs
with his. Her teeth found the ribbon tied around his neck, she ripped it
off, replacing it with her mouth. She bore into his neck with her dull
teeth.

       He moaned from the pain of her biting. "Careful, pet." He
warned. "Don't break the skin."

       He couldn't help but imagine the look on the Slayer's face if he
turned Willow. It would be a brief look, because she'd need to look
away long enough to stake him, but a look just the same.

       Spike bit Willow's ear, using his human teeth, he bit through,
eagerly sucking the drop of blood.

       "Top." Willow managed breathlessly. She overtook him, holding
his hands over his head, her mouth claiming his once more.

       "How do you want it?" Spike asked between kisses.

       "I want it..." She began, her hand reaching for something behind
him.

       Spike heard the snap of the handcuff, the cold metal on his
skin, both arms pulled tightly above him.

       Willow rolled off him, glaring down at him with the look of a
winner.

       "...but I'm the only one that's going to get it."

~Part 10~ Betrayal

       Spike struggled to break through the cuffs. He was enraged that
the little redhead had turned on him. He glared over at her as she smuggly
stared down at him.

       "You ready to play, baby?" Willow purred.

       "No." Spike refused indignantly. "Uncuff me."

       "Oh, don't be like that." She cooed, crawling to his side.

       Willow snapped. "Because I don't care." She glanced at his
semi-rigid cock. "Make it hard. Now."

       "I don't want to." He looked away.

       She growled angrily. "You said we could play. Then you didn't
let me cum. Things are going to happen, Spike, bad things. Bad, bad things."

       He hardened and filled her mouth as her lips parted for his cock
for the third time. He cursed his body's betrayal.

       "Shit." Spike muttered when he felt Willow's teeth scrape the
tender underside of his erection.

       As expected, Willow pulled her mouth away, letting the cold hit
him like a thousand frozen toothpicks.

       "You bitch." He swore. "I was going to give it to you and you
betrayed me."

       Willow moved her face close to his, her green eyes glassy with
desire. "You proud?" She squeezed his cock, loving the way it throbbed
from her attention.

       "Very." They fell into a kiss together. Spike thrust into her,
using the bed for force. Willow moaned as the unfamilliar organ pried it's
way to her core. She bit her own tongue, hard, letting the thick, red liquid
dissolve in their joined mouths.

       They pushed into each other, creating a rhythm as they joined
themselves as close as two beings can be joined.

       Spike felt the cum rise and churn inside him, threatening to
spill out into her.

       Willow knew letting him cum would prove her weaker, allowing him
to claim dominance over her. But, she had never felt this way with Oz. The
excruciating pleasure, the incredible perfection of it all.

       She reluctantly lifted herself off him.

       "Make me cum." She commanded, straddling Spike's face, forcing
him to drink his own juices mixed with hers.

       Spike licked her expertly, applying pressure in just the right
places. He could control her movements with a single flick of the
tongue.

       Willow shuddered when she came, squeezing his head between her
legs.

       She rolled off him when the sensations of her orgasm had
subsided. She sighed happily, running her hand over his chest, ignoring his anger
as she spoke.

       "Betrayal is a wonderful thing."
 

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