Parts: 11 - 20
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~Part: 11~
Spike woke up hours later sensing nightfall. When he opened his eyes, he found himself nuzzling his claim. <Bloody hell. She was supposed to be a toy. A human to torture and do with as I like. And I went and claimed her. What the hell was I thinking?> His demon raged at the thought of claiming her, yet at the same time he was content. He pushed all feelings out of his mind. <A human.> Spike rolled out of the bed, threw some clothes on and left the room, shutting the door behind him.
Willow woke up moments later feeling empty. She glanced around the room and noticed she was by herself. Glancing down at her naked body, she remembered that her clothes had been torn to pieces hours before. She pulled the sheet up around her body. Suddenly her hand flew up to her neck, feeling the bite marks. <This isn't happening. I have to get out of this place. I let a vampire bite me.> She closed her eyes for a moment. <And I enjoyed it. Something is very wrong with me.> As she opened her eyes, a minion walked into the room carrying a tray. He kept his eyes downcast as he placed the tray on the table and left quietly. Willow looked towards the tray. It was full of food. She sat up and began to devour the food.
Anger radiated from Spike as he made his way back to the house. Killing wasn't satisfying his demon tonight. He slipped in the house quietly making his way to their room. He shut the door behind him and leaned against the wall. "Willow," he stated with anger.
Willow jumped off the bed and froze. She saw his eyes flash golden as he continued to gaze at her. She was frightened but the emptiness she had felt before now disappeared.
"Come here," he ordered. He saw her shake her head no. "Come here NOW," he growled. She stood on the other side of the room in fear. "You bint. HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY ME!" He made his way to her with two long strides. "You disobeyed me. It's time for your punishment." Spike grabbed her around the throat, hearing her gasp for air, and threw her on the bed. He tore off his clothes and made his way to her. "You belong to me," he told her.
"No. I. Don't."
His eyes flashed golden. "You will obey me pet. You're mine." He ran a finger along her, feeling her wetness. "Waiting for me luv?"
"Never."
"You seemed pretty willing hours ago. You feel pretty willing right now." He grabbed her legs and brought her to the edge of the bed. He stood at the edge of the bed and slammed into her, hearing her cries of pain. He continued slamming into her. Rough and needing. The want and need to possess her.
At first she wanted to fight it. To fight him. As she felt him enter her, all thoughts of fighting left her body. She needed him. His touch. She needed to touch him. She brought her hands up slowly to his body, awaiting permission to touch him. She looked up at his face as he gave her a silent look allowing permission. Willow glided her hands over his chest, admiring his body.
Spike could see her wanting permission to touch him. <She's learning quickly.> He looked into her eyes. <My pet.> He nodded his head allowing her permission. He felt her hands on his skin. Fire to ice. He slowed down his pace, enjoying the moment. He saw her closing her eyes as she let out a moan. He leaned down forward to whisper in her ear. "Keep your eyes open," he growled.
Willow opened her eyes promptly as he started to lift his body up. She reached forward taking his nipple between her teeth and biting down. She wanted it to hurt but didn't want to draw blood. When she heard him growl she let go to look in his eyes. They were golden. She placed her hands on his back pushing his body against hers. She could feel his blunt teeth along her neckline nipping at her skin.
<She likes it a little rough, does she? I can still smell her fear, but it's not as strong.> As he nipped at her neck, he reached his hand up and squeezed her nipple with enough pressure for her to yell out in pain. He heard her start to whimper. "Ya like that, pet?"
"Yes," she whispered quietly. She never meant to actually answer that outloud. She was no longer being the Willow that everyone knew, or thought they knew. "Spike?" She saw him raise his eyebrow. "You like it rough," she stated. "Show me."
Spike couldn't help but to grin. He had a beautiful willing pet underneath him. A pet that was willing to take everything that he would lash out at her. He dug his fingers into her hips, slamming her against him. He knew there would be bruises. <My marks.> He slammed into her roughly. Showing her the demon. Showing her what possessive really means. He could feel her body wanting release. She arched her back allowing him deeper inside of her.
Spike knew that they were both near release. He leaned forward to her ear as he pumped faster into her. "Who do you belong to, pet?"
"You," she said quietly. She heard him growl as her orgasm took over her body. "SPIKE," she yelled out. She then whispered in his ear, "I belong to you."
As she submitted to him, he felt her start to tremble around him. As she screamed his name, he bit down on her neck as he emptied himself inside of her.
When Willow felt him renewing his claim, another orgasm hit her body. She followed her instinct and dug her fingernails into his back, making him bleed.
He felt her fingernails digging in him. He bit down harder, making his claim deep. Finally he pulled away from her neck gazing into her eyes. He brought his hand up, caressing her face. He slid out of her and pulled her close to him. "Mine," he whispered in her ear.
~Part: 12~
Hours later Willow started to stir in her sleep. Spike woke up feeling the redhead stir in his arms. He watched as her eyes opened slowly and her heartbeat increased.
Willow opened her eyes, feeling the body beside her. Her body felt complely frozen with fear. Remembering where she was and whom she was with, she quickly pulled back her arm that had been resting across his body.
Spike felt her body tense as she pulled away her arm. <She doesn't want to touch me? She was perfectly willing a couple of hours ago.> He pulled her closer to his body. His demon tried to surface as he growled at her. He took an unneeded breath, trying to calm his demon. His eyes continued to travel along her body, finally resting on her hair. It was the color of blood, of fire. Spike let his fingers drift through her hair, watching the strands fall gently on her shoulders. It reminded him of a waterfall of blood. He knew she was awake. "Pet?"
<Don't say anything Willow. He'll think you're asleep.>
"Willow, I know you're awake."
"Yes," she replied quietly.
"Much better. I don't like to talk to myself. When I address you, I expect a reply! Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good." He wanted to ask her why she pulled away from him but decided right now was not the time. He continued to let his fingers fall through her hair. "I don't think I'm gonna call you Willow anymore. It's nice but it dosen't suit you. You need a name that's full of fire. A name that suits you."
"Uh...but I am nice. I'm not all firey and stuff."
He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them. "Red. That's your name now." He then leaned over to her ear. "You sure were full of fire a couple of hours ago," he whispered seductivly in her ear.
He leaned back onto the pillows as he kept his hold on her. He looked down at her once more before he realized. <Bloody hell, what am I doing? She's a human. I'm a bloody master vampire. I'm a demon. I should be thinking about how slow I could torture her, not holding her. AND I RENEWED THE CLAIM!> He let go of her and jumped out of the bed with his anger raging.
Willow watched him with curiosity. She didn't understand. Waves of confusion swept through her body. One minute he wouldn't let her go while he was whispering in her ear. The next minute, he's jumping out of the bed like sunlight just hit it.
Spike pulled on his jeans while his thoughts swirled around his mind. He left the top button undone as he lit a cigarette. Inhaling deeply he turned around and glared at Willow. "I should kill you," he gritted through his teeth. "Break you till there's nothing left but a shell of what you were." <What am I doing with this human? This is pointless. The plan I had, I have no patience for it.> He threw the cigaretted down. "I could drain you." He opened a drawer and pulled out a silver dagger. "Let you bleed slowly. Torture you, fuck you and then watch you die."
Willow was enraged with anger. If she was truthful with herself, his words hit her hard. Alot harder then they should have. Fear and anger radiated from her body. "DO IT THEN," she yelled. "If you're gonna kill me then so be it." She gathered every ounce of courage she had in her, still fueled from her anger. "That's how I'm gonna end up anyway. Drained. Do it now so I can stop being your toy."
Spike jumped on top of the bed and straddled her. He held her arms in place with one hand as he gripped tightly onto the dagger with his other hand. "This isn't a game little girl."
"I don't remember volunteering," she told him as she seethed with anger. He held her gaze for a moment before climbing off the bed. He walked over to the closet, pulled out something and threw it on the bed.
Willow watched as he threw the item on the bed. She looked down and realized it was clothes. She looked back up at him, even more confused.
"Get dressed, Red." He walked over to a doorway that Willow had never noticed before. "Shower," he stated. "There's fresh towels."
"What," Willow started to ask.
"No questions," he replied.
~Part: 13~
Willow watched as Spike crossed the room and left without saying another word. When she heard the click of the lock, she carefully made her way to the bathroom. She stepped into the shower, letting the hot water run over her body; allowing her senses to be engulfed from the steam. Willow felt as if she could stand there forever, letting the water run down her body.
When Spike left the bedroom, he went directly to the main room on the first floor where some of his minions were gathered. As he walked into the room, he made his presence known. "I expect everyone to meet in this room in five minutes. I have something to say. Anyone not here, they can roast in daylight as far as I'm concerned." He saw the minions were still standing still. "NOW!" he roared as they spread the word of their Master's meeting.
When all of the minions were gathered, he started to make his announcements. "I'm only saying this once. The mortal in the bedroom is off limits. If I see ANYONE go near her I will torture you so slowly that you'll beg for a stake in the heart. I expect ALL of you to go hunting tonight." Before he completed his meeting, one of the minions in the front started to smirk at him. Spike walked over to him instilling fear in all of the other minions. "Did I say something amusing?"
The minion not actually learning his place yet answered him. "Actually yeah."
Spike tried to keep his anger in control.<How dare this minion challenge me!> "Master," he told the minion.
"What?"
"You WILL address me as Master." Spike was running out of patience with the minion. "What's so amusing?"
"You want us to stay away from a mortal. A human mortal. Just drain her and get over it."
Spike took another step towards the fledging. "She's my pet and therefore I'll do whatever I damn well please." Spike turned around to walk away. "Oh yeah...and you NEVER challenge a master." With one swift movement Spike tore the younger vampire's throat out as everyone watched the dust fall. He looked around the room. "Any other comments?" he asked while he smirked. "You're dismissed," he said with no emotion in his throat as he made his way back up the stairs.
Spike made his way into the bedroom just as Willow was walking out of the bathroom. He took in the sight of her. Her hair was falling on her shoulders as her eyes glanced at him. The sleeveless dress he had laid out for her was a perfect fit. The dress was emerald green and low cut to show off the curve of her neck. The bottom of the dress draped across her feet and swayed with her as she walked. He continued to stare at her until she spoke.
"Um..Spike?"
"Yes, pet."
Suddenly she started to blush. She turned around motioning she needed help with the zipper. He walked over to her slowly and placed one of his arms around her waist. With the other hand he slowly pulled the zipper up along her back. When the dress was secure, he walked over to the dresser and picked up a brush and a hair clip. He walked back over to her and gently started to brush her hair. When he had the clip in place, he felt himself taking an unneeded breath.<She's beautiful. No, she's your pet. That's all. Yeah keep tellin yourself that mate.> His arm circled her waist again, this time with more of a possesive nature. He placed a soft kiss on his claim on the curve of her neck. "You will always belong to me," he growled in her ear.
When Willow entered the dining hall with Spike, she couldn't believe her eyes. There on the table was a full course meal. Her mouth watered at the sight. Spike pulled out her chair and motioned for her to sit. He saw the smile on her face and looked around the table for something. "I'll be right back Red. We need the wine."
As Spike walked out of the dining hall, Willow couldn't help but to admire all the food that was sitting before her. She knew if she started without him, she would be punished; so she waited patiently for him to return.
In the kitchen, Spike took out two wine glasses and filled them with red wine. He bit into his finger and dropped five drops of blood in each of them. He knew that his blood would have no effect on him and the little amount of blood wouldn't have much of an effect on her. Much. He knew that the amount of blood mixed in with the wine would make her feel her emotions more. As he figured, she would either hate him more or grow fonder of him. He picked up the glasses and made his way back to the dining hall.
He placed a glass in front of her, impressed that she had waited for him. She looked up at him as he sat down. "Why are you doing this?" she asked softly.
He knew exactly what she wanted to know. "Why am I doing what?"
She started to bite her bottom lip. "The dress. The food."
"I told you in the beginning luv, it was pleasure or pain. I've already shown you a SMALL part of the kind of pain I can inflict on you. This is a form of pleasure for you. A reward. If you remain obedient, the pleasure and rewards can continue. If you don't I WILL show you pain." He saw her eyes. He saw the fear. Spike wanted her to be scared of him, but not all of the time. He reached for her hand feeling her relax from his touch. "Why don't we have a drink? Shall we?" He smiled to himself as they each drank from their own glass.
~Part: 14~
Spike continued to watch Willow throughout dinner. Watching her true nature come to the surface, her fire that was within. As she continued to drink the bloodwine, her emotional barrier started to disinegrate.
Willow could feel the wine coursing through her body. She had had wine before, but the effects had never made her feel so alive; so uninhibited. She looked into his crystal eyes and for the first time felt like saying anything that came to mind. "You know Spike, we should have done this before now."
"Done this? Dinner?"
"No. Well actually I always thought I would be the dinner. I meant this kidnapping thing. Finally I don't have to pretend to be something I'm not."
"Pet, I think you've had too much wine." He wasn't sure if it was the wine or the blood that had caused her new sense of self.
Willow rolled her eyes at him. "Cor, you sound like Buffy."
Spike let out a warning growl. "Compare me to the Slayer again and I'll let my sadistic side come out to play."
"All I meant is she's always telling me what to do. I'm her little sidekick. I fit into this persona of being shy and mousy. And yeah I am, but there's other sides to me. Everybody always expects me to do whatever they say."
"Isn't that what you do, Pet? If it bothers you so much, why the bloody hell do you do it?"
Willow looked down at her empty wine glass as she replied softly. "They're my friends. I don't want to be alone."
"You're faithful, Red."
"That's me, old faithful."
Spike got up from his chair and went to stand behind Willow. He reached down and whispered in her ear. "Faithful to a vampire." He started to suck on his claim that appeared on her neck. He stopped when he heard the soft moan escaping her mouth. "Someone to stand by your side for all of eternity." Spike then nibbled on her earlobe. "Someone full of fire," he whispered in her ear. "Someone for forever."
Willow felt his claim throughout her body. She felt him whispering into her ear. Whispering words of forever. If she was truthful to herself, Spike had become a part of her. A part of her body and her soul. She wouldn't admit it to herself though. She knew she was a toy. She was waiting for him to tire of her or to kill her, whichever came first. She closed her eyes and focused on his words, letting all other thoughts escape her body. Willow opened her eyes and stood up to face Spike. She suddenly grabbed his pants and pulled him closer to her. "Spike, I..."
"You what?"
"I-I need you."
"Do you?" He smirked to himself as he turned around to leave.
Willow saw him starting to walk towards the hallway and felt the awful lonliness start to spread through her. It was the same feeling she got whenever he left her alone. "Please?" she begged but got no reply. Her voice got a little louder. "Please Master."
Spike stopped walking when he heard her call him Master. He turned around and looked at her for a moment seeing the emotions in her eyes. "Come here, Red." For the first time that night, fear entered her body. Spike saw her frozen with fear. "Pet. Come. Here. Now." Seeing his eyes flash golden, she obeyed him. When Willow reached him, he pushed her against the wall forcefully. Spike looked into her eyes. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. No questions. You will obey me!"
"Yes, Master," she replied softly.
Spike pressed his body against hers and captured her lips in a bruising kiss. As the kiss continued, he became more gentle with her. He pulled back from the kiss and tilted her head up to meet his eyes. "I can give you everything, luv. It depends on you." At that moment he heard her heartbeat start to speed up. Spike grabbed her hand and silently walked to their room.
He closed their bedroom door and when he turned around, he saw her leaning against the wall. Spike stalked towards her. He grazed his fingers over his claim mark as he saw Willow's eyes flutter at the sensations it was giving. "Turn around," he ordered softly. Willow did as she was told. He pulled her closer to his body, feeling the heat radiating off of her. He started to gently kiss her neck, smelling the blood rushing underneath the surface. Spike unzipped her dress slowly, still concentrating on her neck. As her dress fell to the floor, he started kissing her shoulders as his hands traveled down her body. Moments later he felt Willow start to fall. He caught her easily. Looking down at her body, he realized she had had too much to drink. "Bloody hell, the chit passed out on me." Spike carried her over to the bed and placed her in between the sheets. He quickly shed his clothes and joined his redhead in the bed. He held her in his arms, nuzzling his claim as his mind begun to wander. <This feels so right. Why does this feel so right? She's supposed to be a pet only. Yeah mate, keep tellin yourself that. I'm a bloody demon. Take what I want when I want it. I'm sure as hell not supposed to feel ANYTHING for a human. Alright, so I kidnapped her for more than a pet. There's no way in bloody hell I'm gonna tell the chit that.> Spike laid there with his Pet, content in just holding her as she slept.
Willow woke up several hours later and looked over at the vampire that was holding her so tenderly. "What happened?" she asked softly.
"You passed out, luv. The wine."
She trailed her fingers along his chest. "Let me make it up to you."
He pushed her hand away. "No."
"No?"
"You're my pet. You belong to a master vampire. You belong to me. Other than my claim on you, you mean nothing to me. Nothing." He knew he was lying but it was what he wanted her to believe. He could see her eyes flash with anger. "Your emotions last night were fake. My blood was within you pet. It was in the wine. Whatever you felt was nothing."
She could hear the disgust and hatred in his voice. His words cut through her like a knife. She turned away as the tears silently started to fall down her face. As she remembered his words of forever, the tears started to fall even harder.
~Part: 15~
Spike listened to her cry for a moment and an emotion rushed through him. One he could only presume was guilt. He started to push away the emotion, only causing more rage inside him. "Did you really think I could care for you, Pet?" he spat out. "You're nothing to me." Spike climbed off the bed and pulled on his jeans leaving the top button unbuttoned. He stormed out of the room and left her with her silent cries.
Willow watched him leave as she wiped the tears from her face. She laid there in the bed, staring into nothing. She felt lost and confused. She knew she didn't belong here. Here, she was surrounded by vampires. But at home..home? <I don't think there's such a place anymore.> She wasn't sure she really belonged there either. Her thoughts were interrupted as the bedroom door opened. Willow jumped out of the bed, clutching the sheet around her. She looked at Spike and saw the predatory look in his eyes. Fear and contentment went through her body.
"Pet," he stated as he slammed the bedroom door. Spike stalked towards her until he made his way to her. Willow was too frozen with fear to move. "You're mine," he snarled. She glanced down and saw the rope in his hand. "You belong to me." He grabbed her hair and yanked her head closer to him. Maybe you need to be reminded to who you belong to, bitch." Spike let go of her hair and the rope for a moment to prepare for the attack he was expecting.
Willow could still feel a rage inside her from his earlier words. "And here I thought you didn't care for me," she said dryly. "After all, I am nothing to you," she told him through clenched teeth.
The demon in Spike saw it as a human mortal girl challenging him. His demon came to the surface and Spike backhanded her into the wall. "You bitch. How dare you talk to me like that. Who the hell do you think you are?" He picked up the glass container next to him and threw it against the wall. Spike went to where she had fallen and grabbed her by her hair and started to drag her across the room. "You WILL learn your place!" When he got to the bed, he picked her up and threw her on it. He was about to bite into her harshly when he saw her body start to shake. Her tears started to silently fall down her face. It was at this time that realization set in. He took a step back from the bed and looked at her. Really looked at her. Spike thought about what happened, about what he had just done to her. He saw her cowering on the bed as he stepped towards her. He knew that his demon had been in control before, but the man in him was seeing her now. Without saying anything he went to sit on the bed next to her crumpled form. He picked her up to rest her in his arms. Spike could still hear her crying as he rocked her gently back and forth. "Shhh, luv." He bent his head down and kissed her softly on her forehead.
Willow slowly opened her eyes when she felt Spike rocking her back and forth. "Spike?" She didn't understand why the person that had hit her moments earlier was now trying to calm her.
Spike wiped away the remaining tears that were on her face. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this. This isn't why I brought you here."
"You kidnapped me. I was to be your Pet," she said quietly.
Spike interrupted her before she had a chance to continue. "It wasn't only that, Red." He leaned down and softly kissed her lips. His voice became even more gentle. "There were other reasons."
Willow took in her surroundings, allowing her to really feel everything. She felt the vampire holding her, trying to calm her. The way his fingers were gentle against her. The fact that she was calm in his presence. The fact that she wasn't exactly unhappy staying where she was. She looked up at him, wanting answers. "What were the other reasons?"
~Part: 16~
"What other reasons, Spike? Wait a minute, don't tell me. I don't want to know." Willow tried to push away out of his embrace. "Let. Me. Go."
Spike growled when he felt her trying to push away. "Not bloody likely, pet." He kept his arms around her in a tight embrace.
After a moment Willow gve up struggling and settled for him holding her. "Why do you do that?" she asked quietly.
"What's that, luv?" Spike awaited his answer, but heard nothing. "That was a question," he told her sternly.
"I know..but..well.."
"Red," he growled.
"It's like you're two different people," she said quietly. "Sometimes you're... gentle and other times you're..you're.."
"A demon?"
"Yeah." She suddenly frowned. "Not that I know many demons."
Spike couldn't help but to smile at her statement. He loosened his hold on her a bit, trying to see if she would push him away. Instead, she laid her head on his chest and he continued. "I have a sadistic side to me, luv. That part of me loves pain, blood and torture." He felt her body tense as he spoke of blood and torture. He started to rub her back gently to soothe her. "The demon in me, it loves violence and fear."
Willow enjoyed listening about his life, about himself, even if it scared her. It made her understand who he really was. "And your other side?" she asked mumbling into his chest.
Spike drifted his fingers through her hair. He looked down at the girl resting against him. He tucked her hair behind her ear and leaned back against the bed with WIllow in his arms. As he leaned them back against the pillows, her arm went around his waist as she tangled her legs with his. "My other side is full of emotion. It is full of a love that most humans never experience. The man in me is protective and possesive. I protect what I consider to be mine." He growled on the last word.
They both sat there in silence for a moment until Willow spoke up. "I'm not her," she whispered.
"Not who, pet?" He wondered what her mind was thinking about.
Willow looked up at Spike. "Drusilla. I'm not her." She saw the cold stare coming from his eyes.
"And what do you know of Drusilla, pet?" His tone was cold, void of emotion.
"Not much. I looked through the Watcher's diaries. I didn't really have time to read anything. Giles kinda didn't know that I had it in my possesion."
"Stealing?"
"Borrowing."
"Without his knowledge?"
"Goddess, when did you get a conscious?"
"Never, pet. Pesky little things."
"Spike, can I ask you a question?"
"Anything you want, luv."
"Did Drusilla really leave you for Angel?" she asked in a hushed tone. She saw his eyes flicker golden as she asked it.
"Does it matter?" he asked angrily. Spike looked down at Willow which calmed his demon. He kissed her forehead. "Angel always came first with Drusilla. She was never really mine to begin with. She could never give her whole self to me. She could never love me with the intensity that she loved Angel."
"I know you and Angel have a strong dislike for another."
"It goes a bit beyond dislike, luv."
Willow looked up at Spike. "I don't know why she would leave you for him." She knew Spike was suprised at her words, she was suprised she was actually saying them out loud to him.
"He takes the brooding tortured soul thing a bit far. He's so dramatic about everything." Willow rolled her eyes and let out a small laugh. Spike smirked at her. Her words were running through his head. He climbed down the bed, so that his eyes were level with hers. "Did you ever fancy him, luv?"
"Ewww..no. Never."
"Can't blame a bloke for asking. The Slayer seemed to always fancy him."
It was at that moment that Willow realized the mention of Buffy didn't affect her like she thought it would. "I never said she had good taste," Willow told him as she grinned.
Spike leaned over her and looked in her eyes. "And what about me, luv?" He reached down and kissed him claim mark. He looked back into her eyes. "Did you ever fancy me?"
Willow was speechless and could actually hear her heartbeat, it was pounding so loud. She opened her mouth to answer his question.
Spike didn't need an answer. He could hear her heart, her uneven breathing. He saw her open her mouth to respond as he bent down to give her a gentle kiss. He felt her hands on the back of his neck, pulling him to her to deepen the kiss. As the kiss became more intense with emotion, Willow and Spike started to lose themselves in each other.
~Part: 17~
As he continued to kiss her, he could feel her essence. He could taste the fire and passion that was within her. Spike pulled away reluctantly allowing her to breathe. He carressed the side of her face with light feathery touches as her breathing returned to normal. "We should talk about those reasons, luv. The reasons I took you." <I might as well tell her or we're just gonna go round and round about the bloody subject.>
"Doesn't matter," she told him. <I already know why I'm here. I'm bait so you can kill your third Slayer.>
"It does matter, Pet." At that moment they both heard a knock at the door. Willow saw his eyes flash golden as he started to growl. Spike pulled himself off the bed and threw the door open. "What?" he growled. He stared at the minion whose fear filled the room. "What part of 'no interruptions' did you not understand, mate? Do I need to teach you a bloody lesson?"
"M-master, we have a situation."
"I'll meet you downstairs." Spike looked back at Willow. "Stay here," he ordered. "We'll continue this when I get back." Spike slammed the door as he left the room.
He entered the room where a couple of his minions had gathered. He lit a smoke as he stared at the minion who interrupted him. "This better be bloody good, wanker."
"It's your sire."
"You interrupted me because of that poof?"
"He's back in town, helping the Slayer."
"Nothing new," Spike replied casually.
"And looking for your Pet."
When Spike heard the minion's last statement, his eyes flashed golden. "You're dismissed," he growled. He made his way back to their room. His demon was calming as he became closer to her. As he shut the bedroom door behind him, he noticed the bed was empty. His eyes darted to the corner of the room seeing his redhead surrounded by fear with a hint of confusion. He stalked towards Willow, his eyes roaming over her body. He kissed his claim mark and looked up into her eyes. "I believe we were in the middle of something, Red."
Willow looked away from him. She wanted to touch him. To kiss him. To love him. She pushed all of those emotions away. "You're a vampire."
"Your point, luv?" He wasn't sure why she wouldn't look at him.
"You're evil. The thing I used to fight. The thing I risked my life every night to fight. You captured me. You took me from my old life and brought me here. Here...I don't even know where here is. So go ahead and continue with whatever game you're playing at."
His demon became outraged at her outburst. The demon wanted to make her submit before him. Spike knew if his Sire and the Slayer were looking for them, it would only be a matter of time before they were found. He would have to take his lessons in a different direction. "Do you think about your friends when you're with me, Red?" He saw her eyes look up into his. "Do you think about your old life? Hmmm?"
"No," she answered quietly.
"I can give you everything, pet. Anything you fancy. It could be yours."
"Not everything," she whispered.
"What is it that you fancy, pet? What is it you want?"
"Something YOU can't give me."
"What is it?" She refused to respond. He let out a warning growl.
Willow looked away and whispered, "love."
As she said that one word, Spike put his arm around her waist and pulled her next to him. He ran his other hand along her neck, tracing his claim mark. "I claimed you."
"I know," she said softly. "To protect me from other demons."
"NOT to protect you. These demons would have stayed away from you if that's what I told them." He held her chin up and met her eyes. "I. Claimed. You."
"I-I don't understand."
"Close your eyes, Red." He watched as she reluctantly closed her eyes. "Clear your mind. Now just let go and feel." He kissed her along the curve of her neck. He felt her lean towards him. "Do you feel it, luv?" he whispered. "Do you feel my claim on you? The way you're drawn to me?" Spike let his hands drift down the curves of her body, hearing her heart speed up. "I can sense you, luv. I feel your blood coursing through my body." He grabbed her waist roughly and crushed her body to his. "I can feel your fire," he whispered. "I can feel your passion."
<I'm so confused. That's me confused. Willow. Part of me feels that this is a game, but the other part of me...the other part of me is screaming that this is real. Something inside me doesn't want to recognize I've been claimed by a demon, but I can feel it. I can feel his claim screaming through my body.>
Spike looked into Willow's eyes. "I know you're confused, luv. But I hope you're beginning to understand."
"I-I don't understand." She looked away and her voice became softer. "I can feel you though."
Spike smirked to himself as he leaned into her neck. He placed his hands on her back and put his gameface forward. He felt her shiver as the ridges of his demon brushed along her neck. He bit into her neck gently, allowing his bite to become deep and permanent. He felt her blood run across his tongue and down his throat. Spike heard a soft moan coming from Willow as he felt her hands on the back of his head, holding him to her neck. He obliged for a few more moments before he withdrew from her neck. He returned to his human features and licked at the stray drops of blood that slid down her neck. When he looked back up at Willow, he could see that her face was flushed. His lips caught hers in a bruising kiss as he tangled his hands in her hair. Spike felt her hands slide down his body before he pulled away.
"Spike," she pleaded.
"Later, Pet." He walked over to the closet and placed the outfit on the bed. "Get dressed, luv."
"We're going out?" she squealed. "Where are we going?"
"NO questions, Pet. I'll tell you when you get dressed."
"Yes, Master " she breathed. As Spike left the room, Willow's fingers flew to her neck; tracing the bite mark. She smiled to herself and started to get dressed.
Spike returned fifteen minutes later. He opened the door that revealed his Pet. The moment he saw her, he wanted to rip her clothes off and shag her until she was unable to move. The outfit was beautiful on her. Black boots. Tight black leather pants that fit like a second skin. She also wore a crimson flowing peasant top that revealed her neck. "You're beautiful, Pet but it's missing something."
Willow blushed at the compliment. "This was everything on the bed, Master."
"Come here, Red." She walked over to him as he turned her around to face the other direction. He clasped the leather collar around her neck and turned her to face him. She touched the symbol that was hanging from the collar. "It's an etching of a railroad spike. It's my trademark, luv. It's another way to show demons that you belong to me. Now, do you want to know where we're going?"
"Yes! Where?"
"Hunting."
"Huh?"
"Pet, I'm gonna show you how to hunt."
Willow's eyes became wide. "How to hunt people? Human people?"
Spike smirked at his pet. "That's usually what's on the menu, luv."
"I don't want to hunt human people. Wait, I'm a human person. What if someone decides they want to hunt me?"
He could sense her fear. "If anyone touches you, I'll kill them." Willow could hear the truth in his voice and it gave her a sense of comfort. Spike put his arm around her possessively and they walked into the cold night air.
~Part: 18~
As Willow walked into the cold night with Spike, she let her mind wander. If she had to admit the truth to herself, the truth was that she started to enjoy his possesive side. With his claim and his arm around her, she felt protected. Not that she was going to tell him any of these things. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of that kind of power over her.
Spike watched as he saw her thoughts floating through her mind. "Penny for your thoughts, luv?"
His voice broke her train of thoughts. Suddenly she looked at her surroundings. "This..where..where are we? This doesn't look like Sunnydale."
Spike couldn't help but to smirk. "I wasn't going to keep my new pet in the same town as the Slayer." He spat out the last word as if it was venom.
"Where are we, Spike?"
He stopped them both and turned her to face him. "We're close but far enough away. Don't worry."
"Don't worry? I'm walking through a strange city with a Master vampire who kidnapped me to become his new pet and now we're hunting for humans! Which part am I supposed to not worry about?"
Spike leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Demons can smell your emotions. They can sense them." He started to suck on his claim mark. As he felt her body shiver, he pulled away. "So, Red. Shall we continue with the hunting?" he asked her as he raised his eyebrow.
"Yes, Master," she breathed.
"That's a good pet. Let's go." They walked for several minutes before he spoke again. "To hunt, you have to observe people. You have to study them." As he spoke, he knew Willow was hanging on every word. "Minions will feed on anybody. To them it is an act of survival. With a Master, it's a bit different. Masters are usually selective. Different emotions season a human's blood. Sadness. Fear." He then leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Even lust." He grinned as she blushed. "It's about life and it's about power."
Spike could sense the other vampire's in the area. They seem to keep their distance from his pet. He could sense her uneasiness. He stopped her walking by putting his arm around her waist and brought her body against his. "Just one and we'll get outta here," he whispered. Spike glanced around at his surroundings and saw his victim. With his hold still thight on Willow, he started to talk softly. "Pet, look at the girl in front of us. Twenty something. Long brown hair. Jeans. Do you see her?" He felt Willow shake her head yes. "Good. Pay attention." He left Willow's side and started towards the girl.
Willow watched as he silently stalked towards the girl. She watched as he moved quickly. He was a predator hunting his prey. She watched as he went in for the kill. She watched as he bit down harshly, tearing into the neck. She intensly watched him as he drained the woman of her life and then he dropped her to the ground.
As he bit into the woman harshly, his eyes met Willow's. Their eyes remained locked on each other as he draimed the victims's life.
As the body hit the ground, Willow had flashbacks to a previous lesson. She had watched as he drained a human, just like she had watched tonight. She broke out of her thoughts when she saw Spike coming towards her. As he made his way to her, she felt a familar arousal coming over her.
"Enjoy the show, pet?" he asked as he changed back into his human features.
Willow didn't know what to say. She had just watched him drain a human but she felt so drawn to him. She just gave him a slight smile.
He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. He could smell her arousal. "Let's get outta here, luv."
As they started back to the house, Willow thought about the life that she had in Sunnydale. She knew that if Spike ever allowed her to go back, things wouldn't be the same. She wasn't the same girl anymore. Part of that scared her. If she didn't belong in Sunnydale, where would she go? Where did she belong? She also realized something else. Against her judgement, she had started to trust Spike. She's not sure when or how it even happened. She had tried to keep those barriers from breaking down. Spike and Willow had both walked home in silence, a comfortable silence. As they walked through the house to their room, Willow spoke up. "I've been thinking about what you said earlier."
"What's that, luv?"
"Not thinking about things. Just closing my eyes and feeling." They entered their room and Spike closed the door behind them. As Spike turned around, he felt his body being pushed against the door. Willow pressed her body against his and placed a bruising kiss on his lips. She only backed away when she needed to breath.
He watched as the shy girl he knew became aggressive. "Pet?"
"I just want to feel, Spike." She lifted his shirt over his head. Willow glided her hands over his chest. "Don't want to play games. Don't want to pretend. I just want to feel." She reached her mouth to his nipple biting down until she heard a moan escape his lips. Spike switched places with her and she found herself against the wall.
"No games, huh? Using me for my body to feel something? Not that I mind."
"Don't you just want to feel, Spike?" She leaned over to his ear. "Don't you want to feel me around you," she whispered. "Screaming your name." She heard a small growl coming from his chest. She looked into his eyes. "Spike, I-I need you. You and only you."
Spike started to smirk. "Is that so, luv?" He unzipped her pants and helped her slide out of them. He pressed his body against hers. "And how bad do you need me." He heard her growl at him. "Was that a growl, luv? Picking up new habits, are we?"
"Spike," she pleaded.
"Sshhh, luv. Relax." Spike dropped to his knees and spread her legs a little further apart. His hands cupped her ass to hold her up as he ran his tongue over her. He heard soft moans coming from her mouth. He began to suck gently, savoring the taste of his pet. He felt her body slowly rocking back and forth against his mouth. He started to suck harder, letting her have the friction between his mouth and her body.
"Spike..oh..oh," she breathed.
As he felt her body start to quiver, he sucked for a couple more moments and then pulled away. He stood up and gave her a bruising kiss. "What do you want, Red?"
Her lust started to talk for her. "You. Now!" She never noticed when he pulled off his jeans and at that moment she didn't really care. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him backwards until he fell on the bed. She climbed on the bed and straddled his legs, hovering over him. "What do you want, Spike?" she asked with a smirk on her face. She heard silence except for a warning growl. "Like what you see, Master?"
"Red," he warned.
Willow decided she had enough talking with the vampire. She positioned herself over the vampire and lowered herself down on top of him. She let out a gasp as she took him inside of her. She placed her hands on top of his chest for support as she slowly moved up and down along his shaft.
"Bloody hell," he started to mumble. He reached up and roughly twisted her nipple with his fingers.
"Spike," she moaned. Her breathing had turned into short pants as she moved at a quicker speed.
Spike met every one of her thrusts with the same intensity she showed him. As he felt her speed quicken, he reached his hand around and slapped her ass forcefully. When he spanked her, she slammed down on him hard, taking everything he had to offer. "Like that, do you?"
"Again," she demanded.
He spanked her again, feeling her slam down on him even harder than before. As he spanked her for a third time, she sped up her movements even more. He could tell she was close, he felt her body began to tense up.
"Harder," she pleaded. He spanked her two more times while she moved up and down him. He could feel her on the edge and spanked her once more while Willow dug her fingernails into his chest. Her body came hard around him as she screamed out his name.
Spike moved his hands to her hips and moved her up and down as she rode out her orgasm. He continued to move her against him, not wanting to stop. She finally gathered what was left of her energy and took control. She moved against him quickly, feeling it build in her once again.
Spike knew he was close. He started whispering softly to her. "Bloody hell, Red. Let go. Let me in. Let me in to your mind and your soul. Don't block me out."
Willow heard his words. Heard what he wanted. Feeling herself about to explode, she slammed down on him as hard as she could. "Spike! Oh, goddess. Spike..Spike!" As she reached another orgasm, she let down her protective walls and let him in to her mind and soul. She felt him on the edge and leaned forward, impaling him even furthur within her. As she started to shake, he bit down on his claim mark. He couldn't hold back any longer. He came inside Willow with such a force that he started to shake. Spike withdrew his fangs and Willow collapsed on his body.
Spike moved out of Willow and placed her beside him on the bed. He nuzzled his claim and relished in the fact that she let him in. He held onto her tightly and allowed sleep to claim both of them.
~Part: 19~
Willow woke up the next afternoon, resting in Spike's arms. As she slowly opened her eyes, she remembered his words from the previous night. <Let go. Let me in. Let me in to your mind and soul. Don't block me out.> Her body tensed as the memories from last night flooded her body.
Spike had been awake for a couple of hours. He was content in just having her there with him, holding her. He listened to her breathing. He welcomed the warmth and listened to the steady beat of her heart. His mind replayed last nights events in his head. When he felt her body tense against his, he placed his fingers against her back. As he lightly traced circles on her back with his fingers, he felt her relax.
Her eyes widened when she remembered what happened between them last night. She had let him in, in to her soul and mind. She let the protective barriers around her crumble. Willow felt fear of the idea of letting someone in. She attempted to pull away from Spike.
Spike knew she was thinking about something of importance. He could hear her heartbeat speed up and smelled her fear. When he felt her trying to pull away, he let out a warning growl and tightened his grasp on her.
When Willow heard the growl, she knew he wasn't going to let go. She let her body relax into his. She leaned her head to look at him. "I'm sorry."
When Spike felt her body relax into his, he started drifting his fingers through her hair. "What about, luv?"
"Well..um..well..last night. I was so...forward. I-I pinned you to the wall and then when we were on the bed, I..."
"You were in control," Spike said finishing her statement. He watched her facial expressions for a moment before he continued. "Did you like it, Red? Did you like being in control?" He couldn't help but to smirk.
"Yes," she replied softly. "But I'm not usually like that. I'm NEVER like that."
"I'm not complaining, luv." He leaned to whisper in her ear. "It was a turn on. Having you on top. Feeling you ride me." He grazed his fingers over his bite mark and felt her shiver. He leaned over her body and kissed his mark. "Any time you want to take advantage of me, you go right ahead." He kissed her skin as he made his way down her body. When he reached her nipple, he began to suck on it gently; feeling it harden along his tongue. When he heard her moan, he bit down with blunt teeth. When her body arched up towards his, he felt his body respond.
Since the moment he touched his claim, her whole body tingled. She knew she wasn't supposed to want this, not with a vampire. Her whole body screamed for it though. To be touched; to be bit. As she felt him bite her nipple, she dug her nails into him.
Spike made his way back up her body and whispered in her ear. "What do you want, Red?" He whispered huskily.
She was silent for a moment and then replied. "You," she replied breathlessly.
"Do you want to be in control, luv?" He saw her head nod yes and leaned back onto the bed for her.
Willow swung her leg over him to straddle his body. She reached forward and started sucking his neck, where his pulse would have been. When she pulled away she let her hands drift down his body. He guided her hand over his cock, positioning it to her entrance. She slowly slided down onto him, adjusting to his size.
"Do you want me, pet?" He smirked.
She shook her head no. "Not want. I need you."
"Show me," he told her.
She moved slowly, teasing and torturing. She wanted him to crave her like she had started to crave him.
He looked up at Willow, admiring her body. She was naked except for the leather collar. His claim. He felt her moving slowly on top of him. He brought his hands behind her and glided them along her back. Spike carressed her ass with light feathery motions as she sped up her motions. He realized that he had started panting with her. He brought his hand back and spanked her ass with a light force.
When Willow felt the spanking, she slammed down on him. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and leaned forward, never slowing down her speed. "Spank..harder..Master!" She demanded between panting breaths.
When she leaned forward, Spike could feel her nipples grazing his chest. At her request he spanked her hard, knowing he would leave a bruise. He felt her slam into him again.
When Willow felt him hit her ass, it was the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. The idea of sex left her body and was replaced by need. Something animalistic called out to her. She remembered his words from the beginning of the lessons. <You don't have to pretend. You can be yourself.> She needed him to possess her. For his demon to possess her. "Spike...fuck me!"
When Spike heard her words, he looked into her eyes. They were filled with lust and need. He flipped them over on the bed, so his pet would be underneath him. He pulled away and stood at the edge of the bed. Spike grabbed Willow by the legs and pulled her body towards him. He placed his hands roughly around her hips and thrust into her with everything he had. All of his emotions, especially his need for her. He thrusted into her becoming more rough and agressive. He could feel a growl forming in his throat.
Willow felt him taking out all of his aggressions on her. The rougher he became, the more she needed him. She knew she was close. As she heard a soft growl in his chest, his demon came forward. She stared into his golden eyes as he quickened his pace. She locked her feet around his waist as she felt his hands on her waist. As he fucked her, it didn't seem human. She knew he was possessing her. She had let her protective barriers down again. She felt herself give in to him and began to shudder. "Spike..SPIKE!"
When he felt her lock her feet behind him, he allowed his demon to take over. He fucked her hard and fast. When he felt her shudder beneath him, he reached forward and bit into her breast. His demon rejoiced when her blood coated his lips and throat. He pulled his mouth away and came inside of her causing Willow to reach her second orgasm. Spike roared her name as he pumped into her, letting them both ride out their orgasms. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her when their breathing returned normal. He was gazing at her when she looked into his eyes.
He realized his demon was still forward and was about to switch back when Willow stopped him. "Don't change back." She reached up with her hand and grazed her fingers over the ridges of his face. She gave Spike a smile and leaned in to his body.
Spike let his human features forward after she had leaned into his body. He was in a bit of shock, she had accepted his demon. He nuzzled her neck while holding her in his arms. They both drifted to sleep, letting exhaustion take over.
Spike woke up a couple of hours later, feeling his pet stir in his arms. "What are you thinking about, Red?"
"I-I was just thinking. Um..I didn't mean to wake you."
He looked up into her eyes and let his fingers glide along her neck. "What is it? What's going through your head?"
She hesitated for a moment before telling him. "I was thinking about the last lesson, when we went hunting. I could feel the power that surrounded us or maybe it was the power from you. I don't know. It was strong and the blood...I could feel it. When you drained her, I could sense the blood. And it didn't bother me like it should. Shouldn't it bother me? I watched you kill. Kill a human and I felt...felt safe and protected."
Spike smirked as he listened to her babble. He couldn't help but to smile on the inside at her words.
"When we got back...I don't know. I knew I needed you. I needed you. I needed you to touch me." Willow lowered her voice. "I wanted...needed you to bite me." Spike watched her face expressions as she continued to ramble. He could sense her emotions. "What's happened to me?" She asked him.
"Luv, you were bitten by a master vampire. You were claimed."
"What does that mean though? I don't-don't understand."
He drifted his hands through her red hair. "There will always be a link between us. You will be able to feel me when you choose to. You're mine always." He saw Willow look away. "Look at me!" He demanded. "No matter where you go, you belong to me. With me. Always." He knew when she had accepted his demon and even possibly before that she was more than his pet. He knew he felt more for her than a demon should feel for a human.
"Why would you do that? Why would you claim me?"
"You're mine." He paused for a moment. He wasn't sure if he wanted to ask the next question. "Do you regret last night?" Willow didn't understand what he was trying to ask. He could see the confusion on her face. "Letting me in to your soul? Into your mind?" He looked into her eyes and held her chin so she gazed into his. "Into your heart?"
"I didn't let you into my heart," she replied trying to convince herself as she said it.
"Didn't you?" he asked. He had to ask her again. "Do you regret it?" he asked as his voice became softer.
"No," she replied in a whisper.
~Part: 20~
He carressed the side of her face with his fingers. "Into your heart," he told her. This time it was a statement and not a question. Spike nuzzled into her neck, inhaling the scent of his pet.
Willow closed her eyes when she felt him nuzzling her neck. She didn't want to ruin the moment but she wanted to know. "You never told me why you brought me here."
He stopped nuzzling her neck and leaned back. He looked at her face. "You're not ready to know yet."
"I think I am."
"Bloody hell, luv. You're not." <I won't risk telling you and having you want to leave.> Spike knew he had some things to think about. He also knew he wouldn't get any thinking done with his pet in the same room. He climbed out of the bed and slipped his jeans on without saying a word. When he reached the door, he turned around. "Get some sleep, pet." He left the room before she had a chance to say anything.
As he left the room, she felt that same emptiness through her. She closed her eyes and thought about everything that had happened since she was kidnapped. She thought about the lessons. But in the end she thought about the way Spike had made her feel. What it felt like when he pierced her skin with his fangs. How she felt complete. She let the thoughts float through her head until she fell asleep.
Spike made his way back to his bedroom, the room he used before he kidnapped Willow. He leaned back on the bed letting the redhead fill his mind. He knew he would be drawn to her, but he never expected to crave her. Spike knew he felt more for the redhead than demons should feel for humans, and he didn't care what anyone thought. He knew he cared more for her than a pet, but that was part of the plan all along.
When Willow woke up, she looked at the bed and saw a black silk slip dress laying across the bed. She peeled back the sheets and slipped into the dress. The silk felt cold against her warm skin. Just as she slipped the dress on, Spike walked through the door. She noticed he had thrown on a black shirt. "Pet," he acknowledged. He strolled up to her and gave her his trademark smirk. "I have a surprise for you."
Willow was cautious about what to say to him. She didn't want to set him off again. "A-a-another lesson?"
"Not quite. Turn around, Red." She hesitated for a moment and then did as she was told. He lifted the silk scarf that was in his hand to her eyes and fastened it. He kissed her shoulder before whispering in her ear. "Relax, luv." He guided her through the house until he reached his bedroom.
She heard the click of a door before he spoke again. "We're here," he whispered.
"Where?"
"Shhh, pet. You'll see in a moment." Spike stood behind her and put his arm around her waist. He felt her melt into him. "Earlier you saw my demon, let me show you the man I can be." He felt her catch her breath as he kissed the back of her neck. He moved his hands up to the scarf and untied it, letting it fall to the floor.
Willow looked around the room. She didn't recognize the room, but realized it was larger than hers. It was dark except for candles. The warm light made the room seem to dance. She noticed the only piece of furniture was a king sized bed with black silk sheets. "Where are we?" she whispered.
He put his arms around her possessivly. "This is my room, pet. The one I used before I kidnapped you."
Willow loved how the light danced. "It's beautiful."
"You're beautiful," he whispered seductivley. Willow felt her breath catch in her throat as she blushed. Spike started to kiss the back of her neck, hearing low moans coming from her mouth. He continued to place small feathery kisses down her neck and across her shoulder. As he kissed her, he slid the dress straps off of her shoulders and watched as the silk dress floated to the floor. Before he turned her around to face him, he pulled his own shirt off to join the other clothes on the floor. He turned Willow around slowly and smiled as she ran her hands over his chest. Spike leaned his head down to hers and kissed her tenderly, letting her feel his lips melt into hers. Willow placed her hands on the back of his neck, feeling his hair brush at her fingertips. She took a step towards him and deepened the kiss. When Spike pulled back, he saw her flushed face and felt a warmth go through his body.
Spike picked her up gently and strided to the bed. He placed her down on top of the silk sheets and took a moment to admire her body. He slipped out of his jeans before joining her on the bed. In moments, he was on the bed beside her, halfway hovering over her. He leaned down and gently kissed her neck causing a small shudder to go through her body. Willow reached for his body to pull him closer, sliding her arms around his waist. "Spike," she breathed into his ear.
"Easy, luv. Shhh." He pulled back from her a little and she watched as he picked up one of the candles. "You're mine, always." He paused for a moment. "Do you trust me, luv?" <Please don't let her turn away from me now.>
Willow couldn't explain what she felt for him. The emotions he brought out in her. She nodded her head yes as she answered in a low voice. "Yes."
He tipped the candle over slightly, letting the wax spill over the side and splattered over her stomach. He could hear her whimper as the wax hit her. He leaned down and kissed her stomach. Spike looked up into her eyes. "Again?" He asked sensually.
"Mmhmm," she replied.
This time he leaned the candle over and watched as the wax splattered over her breasts. He heard a contented sigh and placed the candle down. He reached down and softly kissed her breasts, allowing his tongue to drift over her nipple. He could smell her arousal, her need for him. He kissed his way back up to her neck while he let his fingers graze the inside of her thigh. As he sucked on her neck, he slipped two fingers inside her. He started moving them slowly until she started rocking back and forth against his hand, trying to get any friction. As he felt her start to quiver, she clawed her fingernails against his back. He moved his fingers quickly in and out of her letting her ride out her orgasm as she screamed his name out. When her breathing returned to normal, he took his fingers out and slid her essence over his cock.
She reached for his cock, but saw him shake his head no. "I need you, Spike. Please," she pleaded. He leaned his body over hers and placed his arms around her. He entered slowly, sliding all the way in. When he felt himself covered by her warmth, he leaned his lips to her ear. "I always need you, baby. Always." He began to move slowly in and out of her, allowing her to feel all of the sensations he was giving her body. He could feel her hands on his back, holding him against her as he rocked into her. She met each of his thrusts with equal passion and tenderness. They had both started to pant, trying to even their breath; but found it unsuccessful. She started to arch her back, allowing his to go even deeper as he kissed her breasts. Everything was so tender, as if he was touching her for the first time. Willow felt the familiar tingling in her stomach and knew she couldn't last much longer. "Spike," she started to whisper.
"I know, baby. I need you too. Give yourself to me. Let me in to your heart," he pleaded.
Willow looked into his eyes as he said the words. "Yes," she whispered softly. "It's yours. I'm yours."
As she said the words, he felt her start to tremble underneath him. He knew he was on the edge himself as his demon slipped forward. He leaned forward and bit into her neck, drinking deeply. As he bit down on her neck, he felt her orgasm hit her hard. Her whole body was shaking. She held his face to her neck as she screamed his name, feeling pleasure through her body. She rocked against him riding it out as she felt himself empty inside of her. He screamed out her name as she continued to rock against him, allowing them both to collapse from pure ecstasy and fullfillment. He rolled off of her body and held onto his pet, feeling her trembeling body start to relax against his. Finally, they let sleep carry them both away.
When Spike woke up, he found himself still holding tight onto his pet. The memory of what happened between them swirled in his mind, as if he would forget. Suddenly, be became scared. His heart had become involved. He remembered and she had agreed that her heart was his, but that didn't register with him. All he could think about was that she had his heart. Spike made a decision. He shook Willow gently. "Red, wake up. We're going somewhere."
Willow opened her eyes slowly. "Now?"
Spike started to get impatient. "Yes, now!" He took an unneeded breath. "Get dressed," he ordered. He went back to her room and gathered the clothes he had gotten her into a bag and headed back to his bedroom. He handed her a pair of boots. "Put these on." When she finished tying the laces, he grabbed her hand and dragged her through the house.
He threw the bag in his back seat and turned to look at Willow. "Get in the car."
Willow did as she was told but not understanding. There was only silence in the car as he drove. She started getting nervous and let her fingers graze over the emblem on her collar. "You're silent. Why does this feel like goodbye?" She asked him but only got silence as an answer. Her mind started to drift back to previous hours. She knew it wasn't just sex. Her thoughts were interrupted when he pulled the car over.
"This is your stop, pet."
"Where are we?" She started to ask but hen she looked over his shoulder. The Magic Box was across the street. She looked at him. "Why are we here?" She asked not wanting the answer.
"I'm letting you go."
"What if I don't want to be let go."
"I'm a demon, pet. You don't want me." He felt his heart hurt as the tears started to fall down her face.
"I don't belong here anymore. I belong with you." She pointed to the Magic Box. "Those people don't know me anymore."
"This was your home, luv." He grabbed her chin with his hand. "You have so much passion. So much fire. That is part of the reason I kidnapped you." He grazed his fingers against the side of her face. "I wanted you by my side, for always. When you were ready. More than a pet." He grazed his bite mark. "Mine," he growled.
"Don't do this. Don't leave me here."
Spike chose to ignore her pleas as he tried to hold back his own tears. "Lean forward so I can unclasp your collar."
Willow's hand when to hold the collar against her. "I still belong to you. I'm not taking it off." Willow paused for a moment feeling more tears come to the surface. "I let you in. I let you in to my heart. Why are you doing this?"
"I need to know."
Willow was confused. "What do you need to know? I'll tell you anything you want to hear. Please. Please don't send me in there."
"I need to know. Go on, luv." He watched her body as it started to shake from holding back tears. Reluctantly she grabbed her bag and reached for the car door. He grabbed her arm forcefully before she opened it. Her eyes met his. "Never forget," he told her emphasizing the words. She reached forward to touch his face but he turned away. She climbed out the door and shut it, walking towards the Magic Box. He saw her look back one last time before she walked through the door of the Magic Box. "I need to know," he whispered to himself. He started the car and drove down the street, letting his tears of blood fall down his face.