* * *

 Willow growled in frustration, slamming the door to
her parent's house shut, they were out of town as
usual so she didn't bother to hide her emotions. She
was growing sick of the little game Spike was playing.
The touching and flirting were nice, but everytime she
thought he was going to take it to the next level - he
didnt. And he knew exactly what he was doing to her -
it was a game to him.
 The small girl knelt down in front of her closet,
pulling a small chest from the back. The leather box
was dusty from disuse, the gold trappings looking
slightly worn. She rubbed at it with the edge of her
shirt, polishing the trim with an almost loving look
on her face. It had been a gift from a friend. A very
close friend. She smiled at the memories, releasing
the clasps with a small snap. Everything was exactly
like she had left it so many months before.
 Stripping quickly she reached to the back of her
closet again, the smooth feel of leather sliding
across her fingers as she pulled out her clothes for
the evening. So Spike wanted to play games? Well she
knew some games, too. And it was her turn to play.

* * *
 It was a few hours before dawn when she let herself
into Spike's apartment with a simple spell. A quick
call to Xander's had told her that Spike was still
over there, engaged in an all night Mortal Kombat
tournament with the dark haired youth. That meant she
had at least an hour before he would return. Plenty of
time.
 Blood red nails trailed the length of the hall as she
walked with a confident stride to his bedroom, the
sound echoing through the dark house. The blonde had
exquisite taste in furniture, she decided, taking in
the four post iron bed in the center of the far wall.
Painted lips twisted into a delighted smile. Perfect.

 Gold latches snapped open for the second time that
night and restraints emerged. She fingered their steel
and leather lengths, memories once again coming to the
front as wetness pooled between her legs. Tonight
would be great fun. A nice ending to a game Spike had
started.
 A clock chimed somewhere in the house, startling the
red head out of her thoughts. Time was slipping away.
She slipped the restraints around the posts of the bed
with practices ease.  She left the case open, sliding
it back into one of the shadowy corners of the room.
Perfect. She joined the case in the corner, whispering
the words to a quick glamour, erasing all traces of
her work and herself as she waited for the vampire's
return.

* * *

 Spike cursed himself as he felt the familiar coolness
of restraints bind his wrists. He peered through the
darkness, trying to see his captor, but met only
blackness. "Whoever you are..."
 "Spi-ike..." a taunting female voice came out of the
shadows, cutting off the beginnings of his angry
tirade.  He still couldnt see her though, but the
voice was familiar.
 "Red?" What the hell was the little witch doing?
 "Yes?" She was next to him, her words a soft breath
in his ear.
 "What the bloody hell are you playing at, luv?" But
she was gone again, moving around the room, lighting
candles.
 With a few whispered words her glamour was gone and
he could see her for the first time. She was wearing
leather. The damn chit was wearing red leather. His
eyes scanned her small body as she continued to light
candles. She was gorgeous and confident and he felt
his body respond to her presence.
 "Playing at?" She finally asked. She came to stand
next to the bed, staring down into his eyes with a
smirk on her pale face. "What an interesting choice of
words. I'm playing a game. You *do* like games, dont
you, luv?" She threw his own word into his face,
sarcasm dripping from her lips. She leaned down,
brushing her lips across his, savoring the feel of
cold flesh on her own warmth.
 Spike forced himself to remain still, trying not to
react to the closeness of her body or the passion she
was igniting in his dead heart. Teeth sank into his
lip, drawing blood and he gasped, allowing her tongue
to enter his mouth. Her tongue danced over his teeth,
feeling them elongate as his face shifted beneath her.
But he still didn't respond.
 "Why Spike," she murmured, pulling back from him. "A
girl could think you didn't want to play." Her hand
strayed to cup the erection pushing against his jeans,
lightly tracing it with her fingernails. "Or maybe you
do."
 Spike groaned inwardly. This was like a wet dream
come true for him. Tied to a bed with his favorite red
head playing dominatrix. But where had all this fire
come from. "Whats gotten into you, pet?"
 She tilted her head to the side, her fingers still
tracing along his crotch. "Gotten into me? Why
nothing....yet." The look she gave him was pure lust
as she stood from the bed, walking into the shadows of
the room.
 Spike craned his neck to see where the little witch
had gotten to, surprised to see her return with a
leather case. He raised an eyebrow as she started to
pull things from within it, placing them gently on his
nightstand. Holy water, a cross, a small leather whip,
ball gag, a slender knife, and a few other toys Spike
could recall having used himself at one time. His eyes
returned to her lips, she was speaking.
 "I figured you must like playing games. After
all...you've been playing with my emotions for a
couple months now." She licked her lips, testing the
sharpness of the blade on her finger. A small drop of
blood beaded on the tip of her finger and she held it
over his mouth, letting the ruby drop fall onto the
vampire's lips. She watched in satisfaction as he
moaned with pleasure. "I like playing games too. Only
a few people know that, though. Actually, only me and
the person who taught me know...and well, I guess you
do now, too." She picked up the whip, letting the
leather trace along her skin, her eyes half shut in
pleasure.
 He watched her carress the length of the leather. Her
eyes snapped open. "I had to swallow my pride and ask
my teacher for help tonight though." Her hand found
the knife again, bringing the tip to the hollow of his
throat. "I needed that special advice only he could
give. About what makes you hot, William." She slid the
knife inside his shirt, splitting it down the middle,
exposing the pale white skin of his chest.
 His blue eyes snapped wide at the sound of his given
name. "The poof?" He gasped. "Peaches was your
'teacher'?" Her actions seemed familiar, and now he
knew why. But when had soulboy done this.
 "Angelus." She emphasized every sylable of the name,
her eyes flashing dangerously. "Don't get the two
mixed up. Angel," Her face grimaced at the name.
"Never would have had the nerve to corrupt 'shy sweet
little Willow'." She grinned. "He does however
remember every intimate act we did while his soul was
on vacation." She giggled. "I must say he was shocked
to find out I wanted to play with his darling baby
boy." Leaning down to his ear she whispered, "But he
gives us his blessings."
 "How? When?" Spike floundered, trying to twist his
mind around the idea of Willow with his sire.
 "Enough talk." Her voice was cold. "From now on you
will not speak unless I give you permission. Do you
understand?" Her fingers scratched lightly at his
chest, leaving small pink trails.
 "In your dreams, witch," Spike growled. She may have
been taught by Angelus but she defintely wasn't him.
There was no way he was going to let this little human
dominate him. He pulled against the restraints for the
first time, surprised when they didn't give way.
 Willow arched an eyebrow at his actions. The bottle
of holy water left the nightstand. "Now, William," she
dipped her finger in the water, coating it thoroughly.
"You will learn some respect." She traced the water
along his chest, smoke curling up along the trail she
left behind. She straddled his jean-covered crotch.
"You. Will. Not. Speak. Without. Permission." Each
word was punctuated with a small splash of holy water
onto his stomach.
 Spike ground his teeth together in pain as the water
burned into his skin. His demon howled indignantly.
"Never, pet," The familiar name was said through
clenched teeth.
 "You must like pain," She ground her hips against his
crotch, her short leather skirt riding up. She wasn't
wearing underwear. Spike felt himself harden further
with the knowledge that her warmth was so close to
him. He groaned involuntarily. "MmmmmmmM." She moaned,
her head tilted back so that she was looking at his
from under lowered lashes. It had been over a year
since she had played this game. She only hoped she
could hold out long enough to make it really good for
him.
 There was a flash of steel in the firelight and
suddenly Spike felt the tender flesh of his stomach
begin to burn. He screamed and she lifted the cross
from his bare flesh, her voice husky as she asked. "Do
we understand our first lesson yet?" Through a red
haze of pain he lifted up enough to see his stomach,
the raw flesh branded with a small cross. He glared at
her defiantly and the cross came down again, on his
bare arm. "I hope you get over this soon, Spike, I
*so* want to get on to rewarding you." She lifted the
cross again, admiring her work.
 Her lover's golden eyes were a mixture of cold rage
and burning desire as she lowered her head to the burn
on his stomach, letting her tongue trace the outline
of the cross. Her eyes never left his and his whimpers
of pain were interlaced with those of desire as he
watched her move her mouth directly over the red
flesh. "Lesson learned?" And still no  answer came
from his lips. Blunt teeth sank into wounded flesh and
he screamed again.
 Willow watched the vampire's eyes. She could feel the
wetness of her own arousal coating her inner thighs
and wanted little more than to sink onto the hard cock
that throbbed just inches from her face. But she could
wait. He needed to learn who was in control. He needed
to pay for stringing her along for months. Something
went out in his eyes and she knew this was it. Her
lips curled up in a sensuous smile and she murmured,
"You will not speak without permission. Understand?"
He nodded, his eyes never leaving her face.
 "Good..." She purred, moving from his stomach to his
lips in a rough kiss. His tongue sought entrance to
her mouth, pushing against her lips. He could have
this one small pleasure she decided, opening for him.
Their tongues met with a fury borne of passion and she
could hear him moaning into her mouth. Calm, warm
fingers flipped open the button on his jeans, the soft
sigh of the zipper barely audible over their moans of
pleasure. Her lips left his as she pushed the jeans
down his waist, past his thighs, and finally over his
feet, leaving a trail of feather light kisses as she
went.
 Spike groaned. The witch was good, he could see
subtle hints of Angelus' teaching simly in the way she
undressed him - taking her time and making it a tease
all in itself. He could feel his cock throbbing with
unspent pleasure and he wondered how long she would
draw out her 'game'.
 "Lesson two, William," Again the given name brought a
small wince from him. Angel had been right about that
it seemed. "You will not cum unless I give you
permission." Her eyes were cold. "If you do the
torture I have inflicted upon you up to this point
will seem like child's play." She front clasp of her
leather bustier was undone and the clothing on the
floor, exposing the perfect milky smoothness of her
breasts. He could see her erect nipples from where he
was laying and longed to suck them into his mouth. The
skirt joined the top on the floor and then she was on
him.
 Willow pressed her warm body over Spike's cold one,
enjoying the pleasurable contrast. She closed her eyes
for a moment, trying to ground her emotions. Her body
was screaming for release - the tortures she had
inflicted upon the vampire being just as rigorous to
her own self. "I've wanted you for so long." She
whispered, raising up to look into his passion filled
eyes. "So. Very. Long." Her small hand wrapped around
his cock, emphasizing each word with a long, steady
stroke.
 Spike watched her, trying to distance himself from
what his body was feeling. Too much of her attentions
and he would be undone and the pain would begin again.
Not that he would mind the pain...but he was craving
pleasure at the moment. And pleasure was slowly
lowering herself down upon his aching shaft. He
stifled an urge to moan her name as the warmth
engulfed him.
 Her head was tilted back as she began to rise up and
down on his hard length. It had hurt at first. He was
big. Not quite as big as Angelus had been, but larger
than Oz. Moans filled the room and she realized they
were hers, the slow pace bringing her closer and
closer to climax. Warmth filled her in a tingling wave
and she looked into her lover's eyes, screaming his
name as she found her release. "Spike!"
 The sound of his name bursting forth from her lips
was almost too much for him and hit desperately fought
back the rising tide of his emotions. His teeth drew
blood from his own tongue as he tried to draw his
feelings away from the sensations she was causing just
by removing herself from his cock.
 Burning blue eyes met hers in a gaze filled with the
promise of passion. She wanted more. More than just
the slow torment she had visited upon both him and
herself. Her delicate hand passed over the restraints,
lifting the strengthening spell she had cast before
the night began. "Fuck me Spike. Make me cum. Make me
yours."
 He hesitated, wondering if this was just another
round in her sadistic game of seduction. He snapped
the restraints from the posts, the sound of leather
ripping through the quiet room. Still he waited,
wanting the one thing she wasn't giving him. He arched
an eyebrow at her, silently begging.
 "For goddess' sake, Spike. You may talk! Now fuck
me." She pleaded, all assumptions of dominance fading
away. She felt herself being lifted and then suddenly
she was on her back, gazing up into the most beautiful
blue eyes she had ever seen. "Spike..." She whispered,
caressing the side of his face.
 Spike watched her face as he entered her in one swift
motion, loving the way her eyes closed in pleasure.
This was like a dream come true. He couldnt count how
many nights he had laid awake in bed, picturing
himself doing to the little witch exactly what he was
doing now. His hips took up a steady pace as he
sheathed himself in her warmth repeatedly. Her legs
came up to wrap around his, small hips rising up to
meet his, thrust for thrust. She was moaning again as
he brought her frail body to yet another peak of
ecstasy, her head tossed back, eyes closed, screaming
his name over and over like a mantra.
 His cock slid in and out of her in a seemingly
unending pace as he drew every ounce of pleasure from
her release. He felt the familiar shift of his
features as his game face slid forth. Golden eyes met
hers and she bared the pale skin of her throat to him,
her eyes almost begging. He moaned, burying his fangs
into her neck as he spilled his seed deep within her.
As wave after wave of pleasure rode over him he
realized she was screaming again, moaning his name as
release hit her for the third time that evening.

* * *

 "MmmMMmm" Willow moaned, stretching next to her
lover. She trailed her nails lightly over the healing
marks on his chest. A small lazy smile curled on her
pale lips. "No more games?" She whispered, looking
deep into his eyes for any sign that the night had
been nothing he'd regret.
 "Well I dun know, Red." He smirked at her. "I sorta
like your games." His eyes met hers, love and caring
showing, with just the smallest traste of lust.
 "What can I say," She threw him an impudent grin
before resting her head on his shoulder. "I learned
from the best..."
 

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