Disclaimer: Don't own Willow or Spike. Never have, never will. Don't own The Bondage Song either. Damn.
Distribution: Ask for it. You know you want it.
Spoilers: None really.
Pairing: S/W
Rating: A real big NC-17.
Summary: More pointless sex from me.
Author's Note: Like I say all the time. I don't thank you enough for the feedback. So here's my big ole THANK YOU and offering to the gods. The song is The Bondage Song by London After Midnight. Has a good beat to whip people too.
Feedback: Greatly appreciated.
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/Innocent child… how you thought you knew me./
Willow sat in a kneeling position with her hands and legs bound behind her somewhat leaning against the bed she and Spike had shared for the past year. They were playing a game tonight. A fun game, that promised to have her screaming loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Her favourite kind.
She couldn't help but giggle when the black silk bandanna came around her eyes, surrounding her with an inky darkness. So they would being going all the way tonight.
"Tsk tsk, luv, you'd think someone in the position you're in wouldn't be laughing. Last I checked being bound wasn't a laughing matter," came the voice of her lover. He was walking around her.
"Can't help it," she simply stated before gasping as a riding crop was suddenly brought down against her bared chest.
"Forget the rules of engagement, pet? No talking. Unless you want the gag." She could tell he was amused. He was always amused when he had her at the disadvantage. She wasn't this submissive that often. "Gag or no? Nod your answer." She quickly shook her head, but found the old rubber ball-gag in her mouth anyway. "Sorry, luv. But I just felt we needed it."
/Understood my ways, my dark needs/
"Now… It seems that I've got you where I want you. But what to do? I think you need a reminder about who is really the master around here. I say fifteen lashes with the paddle should do it." He roughly jerked her up, putting her torso across his lap. Willow whimpered, but knew that just the thought of being spanked made wetness pool between her legs.
Tears formed in her eyes as she moaned around the gag at the first hit of the paddle. Yes, it most definitely hurt, but the pain was good in a way. Very good. The lashes continued, varying in position and intensity. Desperately, she tried to thrust against Spike's leg. Anything to create friction against her swollen clit. Spike let out a throaty laugh and stilled her movements, "Just for that the gag stays in."
/The hunt is not the thrill I'm after./
The paddling was over soon after that, and Spike just sat for a moment soothing the her reddened flesh with his cool hand. Willow's arousal hadn't lessened at all during the beating. In fact, it had only grown, as had Spikes. She could feel his rigid member against her stomach, but didn't dare move on it, for fear of further punishment. Not that the punishment was all that bad, but at the moment all she wanted was for him to fuck her.
He moved her again, laying her face down on the bed, her arms and legs still bound. It was as if she was a giant doll that he could do whatever he wanted with. Spike was pleased with his control. He had been able to control himself well enough to not bruise her during the spanking. It wouldn't do for him to hurt her too much.
/Kill the conquest, heed your master./
"Don't move, or you won't come tonight. And that's a promise." He leaned down and buried his face into her neck licking and nipping his way down her body. When he reached her bound wrists, he gently untied them, then quickly flipped her over.
Willow hadn't been expecting the move and was dazed. Spike took advantage of that and bound her wrists to the headboard. Smirking at his work, he leaned over to the box that rested beside the bed to find his next implement of torture. After a few moments he found the perfect thing. A large white plume.
/Wrap your arms around my pale skin./
Willow gasped around the gag as something was drawn gently over her body. Everywhere it touched left a tingling sensation that ran through her body. It had to be that stupid feather. She immediately tensed as he ran it over the sole of her foot. The tickling sensation mixed with the pain of all of her weight resting on her abused backside confused her brain. She was officially on overload.
It was then Spike's cold fingers brushed lightly over her clit, making her see stars in the blindfold induced darkness. She let out a low moan, wishing for the hundredth time that she didn't have that stupid gag in her mouth.
/It's too late to back out, you're in./
The feather was moved to lightly tease her breasts, as Spike's tongue replaced his fingers. It only took moments with all the stimulus combined for her to hit the edge, but to her extreme dismay Spike pulled away before she could fall off the proverbial cliff.
"Naughty girl was about to come without permission. You are not to come until I say you are to." With that Spike unbound her legs then sank into her warmth. Willow screamed from the effort it took to keep herself from coming as soon as he entered her. Of course it came out as more of a gurgle, but it was a scream just the same.
/On your knees and praise your new lord./
Despite his own nearly painful state of arousal, Spike managed to take it slowly. He wanted this to last as long as possible. For the first few moments he barely moved at all. Just slowly inching in and out, with no real power. It didn't take long before he had to begin to move faster. Just the look of her bound and gagged before him was enough to make him forget the game.
She was clenched tight underneath him. A grand effort to keep from getting off. He reached down and tore the blindfold from her eyes, wanting to see her. The green orbs were so dark from lust he could have sworn they were black. That spurred him to remove the gag as well. He immediately met her lips in a rough kiss as their coupling intensified. "Cry for me slave," he ordered thrusting harder.
/Deeper now, and here's your reward./
The redhead's cries soon filled the room creating a symphony that had to be the most beautiful thing Spike had ever heard. His eyes remained locked with hers as he vamped out sinking his teeth into her neck. That was it. The game was over, as her sweet blood filled his mouth. Any semblance of control he had was gone. He pulled back long enough to utter, "You may come," before sinking into her breast.
Willow shrieked as she came, her back arching at a near impossible angle, and her pelvis thrusting forward hard into Spike. For a split second, blackness closed in on her, and time became meaningless. The moment' Willow's muscles clenched on his member that last time, Spike completely lost himself. He let out a roar against his lover's chest before collapsing bonelessly upon her.
They both just laid there catching their breaths before Willow giggled softly, "I told you we should do this more."
He smiled as he slowly finished unbinding her. He gently kissed her forehead as they snuggled down to sleep. "Always right aren't you luv?"
"Of course."
The End