Rating: NC-17 for sex
Distribution: You're welcome to it, just let me know you're taking it
Disclaimer: All the goodness is of Joss and all the badness is from me :-)
Summary: Sequel to The Public Eye. More Willow/Spike smuttiness. They decide to try 'something different.'
Feedback, pretty please :-)
A/N: A big thanks to Gabrielle for her wonderful help in beta-ing.
WARNING: I know everyone has something that bother them, so I'm warning you in advance that this story contains concensual fisting, and if that is a type of sexual activity that icks you out, then you'd probably better pass this one by. Otherwise, please read and let me know if you liked it.
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She wasn't sure exactly what it was that woke her, but she immediately felt the cold metal bite of the handcuffs around her wrists, holding her hands securely above her head. She moved them tentatively, listening to the clang of the metal against the brass poles of her headboard. "Spike?" she called out nervously.
"Who else?"
Her senses sought the source of the voice, and as if by magic Spike's pale form appeared from the shadows.
A breath she didn't even remember holding was released in her relief at hearing the familiar accent. "Just checking," she replied a little breathlessly, trying to make the comment sound adult and sophisticated, instead of uneasy and a little frightened. And could she be blamed if she was a little frightened? After all, it was hardly commonplace to wake up chained to your bed by a vampire.
"Ready to try something different, pet?" he asked temptingly, as he laid his jacket at the foot of the bed and climbed on. He nudged her legs apart and sat down comfortably between them, looking up her body to the pale, nervous face that stared back at him.
His black jeans and red t-shirt molded itself to his body, clinging to every inch of his torso and shoulders, but it was his face that called to Willow; the look of appreciation she saw in his eyes made her blush, the heat of her embarrassment making her shiver in the cool air.
"What is it?" she asked curiously, her mind working quickly, thinking of and discarding all the things they had already done, in an attempt to figure out what Spike had planned.
Instead of answering her, Spike took out a small pocket knife and opened it, the light coming in from the window catching and glistening on the blade.
Under her nervous gaze, the blond vampire ran the dull edge of the knife up the length of her leg, leaving a thin trail of raised flesh behind it. He stopped when he reached the barrier of her underwear, sliding the sharp edge of the knife underneath the offending garment. The sharpened edge cut through the soft cotton fabric like a knife through butter, making quick work of her underwear. The same procedure was repeated on the other leg, and the remains of her tattered panties were tossed casually to the floor. 'Well I didn't like that pair anyway,' Willow thought to herself.
Its job done, the knife disappeared back into Spike's back pocket. He stared hungrily at the sight before him, his finger reaching out to run lightly over the lips of her sex. Willow squirmed beneath him, trying to guide his fingers where she wanted them most.
Sensing her need, Spike plunged the finger deep within her, eliciting a gasp of excitement from his lover. He ran the finger slowly over her g-spot, enjoying the way her body tensed and relaxed as he slid over that spot. The finger suddenly left her, but before she could protest, he plunged two back in, thrusting and widening her channel. The two digits were soon joined by a third, all three thrusting deep within her, while his thumb teased her clit.
Spike watched curiously as the redhead before him writhed on the bed, the handcuffs clanging noisily against the headboard as she thrashed with abandon. Her eyes were closed; her head shook back and forth frantically, red hair flying in a circle around her head. Soon he saw the muscles of her legs go rigid as she exploded in climax, a low moan issuing from her mouth.
He gave her a moment to relax, still pumping the three fingers lazily in and out of her sex. "Enjoyed that, did you pet?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye.
Willow gave him a small smile, her face relaxed and at peace as it often was just after she came. "Oh yeah," she panted appreciatively. His words from earlier returned to her, however, and a slight frown of confusion settled on her face.
Spike quirked an eyebrow in question and sat back on his haunches, waiting for her to ask whatever it was that seemed to be bothering her.
"I just thought you said we were going to try something different?" she said, her tone making the statement turn into an uncertain question. "Not that I'm complaining in the least bit," she added hastily. Not that she had needed to reassure him--with his vampire senses he knew exactly how much what they'd done had turned her on.
He smirked at her, and suddenly she realized her mistake. His words a second later confirmed it. "Who said we were finished, pet? I was just getting you warmed up."
In spite of it all, she was still uncertain. He said they would do something different, but as far as she could see, he hadn't brought anything with him, other than the knife. A quick glance confirmed that the knife was nowhere to be seen, so that couldn't be the 'something different' he had in mind. Then what exactly was he thinking about?
As thoughts continued to run in circles in her head, his hand continued its work. Her orgasm had added extra lubrication, and his three fingers moved easily within her. She felt another finger enter her, and a light bulb of thought exploded above her head. He was going force his hand into her.
Her eyes went wide with the realization as they locked onto Spike's crystal orbs. Panic fluttered in the shadowed depths of her mind, along with a strange, perverted desire.
"Will it hurt?" she asked, her voice both nervous and excited. Her eyes focused on his other hand, which was gently stroking her stomach at that moment. It seemed huge; far too large to ever fit inside her.
"Some," came the laconic reply. "You can handle it."
Willow nodded slightly, the barest movement of acknowledgement, and wondered where this would end. Each time she let him in, he took her a little further into the dark, hurt her just a little bit more, and each time she reveled in it. How far could she take it before he broke her? Before he hurt her enough that her pain couldn't be fixed by an aspirin or an easy spell. The question frightened her, and yet even now her body betrayed her, writhing with anticipation of the pain he promised her.
Her juices flowed copiously as he slid all four fingers in and out of her. Soon most of his hand disappeared easily inside her with each thrust, only his lonely thumb remaining outside of her widening channel. His spare hand fumbled at his coat, finally reappearing with its prize: a bottle of lubricant.
Without a thought to her bedding he spread large amounts of the shiny clear liquid onto the heel of his hand, spreading it around every part that remained outside of her.
Then, without warning, he tucked his thumb into the palm of his hand and pushed into her, turning his hand as he pushed. Her eyes went wide at the stretching her body endured. A stinging, burning sensation filled her senses, and a low moan escaped her clenched lips.
Spike didn't stop his movements, knowing that if he could just get the widest part of his hand into her, the rest would be easy. As he continued to push and twist his hand, his other hand ran softly up and down her leg in a soothing caress. "Almost there pet," he said softly.
One more push, and a soft scream rent the air as the pain became more than she could silently bear. But he was in her to the wrist, his entire hand swallowed by her sex. He watched her face as his hand moved slowly inside her. Her hair was plastered to the sides of her face by sweat. Tiny droplets continued to form on her forehead and roll off the sides of her face and into her shining hair. She breathed in soft pants, her body making an obvious effort not to move more than necessary. But her eyes; they were incredible. Wide and glazed with passion, the pupils were so large that the beautiful green he usually associated with them was almost non-existent.
"Still with me pet?" he asked softly, waiting for some kind of acknowledgement.
Willow had never felt so full, so stretched, in her entire life. She wondered if this was what childbirth felt like, this burning, aching pain between her legs. It had hurt like hell at first, but now that he was inside her, it didn't feel so bad. It felt strange more than anything. She was afraid to move, but then again she was cuffed to the bed, so moving wasn't really a problem.
She dimly heard Spike's words, but they didn't really register in her brain. His second attempt to gain her attention worked, and she nodded again, her movements slow and deliberate.
Spike smiled as he saw her distraction, knowing that she was dealing with more different and contradicting sensations than her body and mind were used to. He began to move his hand within her, trying to slide back and forth in her channel. The fit was so tight, her body's hold on him so snug, that at first he could barely move.
After a minute he had made some progress, and was sliding inside her a little more freely. With each movement, he brought the thick part of his hand back to the front of her opening, stretching her just a bit more, before sliding back along and teasing her g-spot. For each bit of pleasure, she would have to suffer a corresponding amount of pain.
The combination was driving Willow's mind and body over the edge like a runaway train, the pain and pleasure mixing together so completely that she was no longer sure which was which. His hand, like his cock had done on previous nights, was bringing her to the edge of insanity.
Spike watched as his wrist disappeared time after time between the legs of the redhead. The sight of her, and the moans and whimpers that she gave, were making him harder than he could remember being in quite a long time. Without even thinking about it, his spare hand moved to his pants and undid the top couple of buttons, freeing his raging hard-on. As he watched her face, his hand lazily pumped his cock, bring himself to the edge of his orgasm as he saw her nearing hers.
In no time she was coming hard, her legs clenching, her body taut and strung tighter than a bow. Spike joined her in orgasm, shooting streams of white liquid into the air.
As he watched, Willow's face relaxed into softer lines, a small smile playing along her lips. "That was....wow," she breathed quietly, her eyes still wide and slightly glazed.
As gently as he could, he slid his hand back out of her, hearing her breath catch as the thicker part of his hand stretched her wide. He looked at his hand, amazed that she had taken something so large within her.
Willow watched, fascinated, as he ran his tongue along the length of his hand, savoring her essence. He licked again, his pink tongue running along his long fingers, cleaning them and giving every appearance of enjoying the experience.
And then he did the oddest thing. He leaned over and kissed her.
They rarely kissed. He fucked her, he hurt her, sometimes he even talked to her, but they almost never kissed. That act implied a level of emotional intimacy that just did not exist between the two of them. Her mind pondered that thought as her body responded wholeheartedly to him.
She could taste herself on his lips. The flavor was cloyingly sweet; it wasn't awful, but she certainly didn't think it was all that delicious, as Spike obviously had. She wondered if vampires' taste buds worked differently than human ones. Maybe they tasted flavors that humans couldn't imagine, just as they could hear things that humans couldn't.
As suddenly as the kiss began, it was over. Spike leaned away from her, moving up the bed to unlock the handcuffs. He rubbed her wrists briskly, seeming to give all of his concentration to the task and ignoring her altogether. When he was satisfied that she was going to be okay, he stood and grabbed his coat, taking a minute to tuck his cock carefully back into his pants.
"You might want to take it easy for a day or two," Spike said gruffly, not meeting her eyes. Willow nodded, not sure exactly what to say to him.
She watched silently as he headed to the window, opened it and climbed out, all without saying as much as a simple good-bye.
Willow laid back on the bed, wincing as she felt the pain that was a constant reminder of what she had just done, and wondered not for the first time, just why the hell she continued to do this.
The end