Xander groaned and opened his eyes. The ceiling above
him swam in
nauseating circles, and the buzzing in his ears was deafening.
The fact
that both of his wrists were tied to a bed slowly pushed
its way into
his consciousness. He turned his neck in an effort to
remove the weight
from the tender spot on the back of his head. A blurred
form moved up
off what was, presumably, a chair and came to stand over
him. Xander
licked his parched lips and blinked.
"Have a nice nap?" a cheery voice asked.
"Willow?" Xander mumbled.
"Hello, Xander," she grinned and leaned over him.
He pulled on the ropes around his wrists, "Please, let me go."
She shook her head, "But we have so much catching up to
do, so much to
talk about. It could take days."
Xander did his best to wriggle into a sitting position,
"You can't do
this!"
"Oh, cheer up," she smiled. "After all, it could be your
sweetie
strapped to this bed instead of you."
"Kirsten? You stay away from her!" he demanded.
"She's not very intelligent. You really should warn her
against opening
the door to strangers in the middle of the night," Willow
advised.
"You've been there?" Xander asked.
Willow nodded, "She's been here, too, but we had to let
her go. Too
small a fish."
Xander's blood froze in his veins, "Damn you! If you go
near her again,
I'll--"
"You'll what?" Spike sneered as he entered from the open
doorway. "Come
after me with a candlestick?"
Willow chuckled as Xander winced at the humiliating memory.
"You bastard," Xander spat from between clenched teeth.
Willow leaned against Spike and pressed her palm against
his chest,
"Oh, we've made him angry. Hmmm...he's not terribly frightening
when
he's angry, is he?"
"You won't do it, Willow," Xander said. "You won't hurt
me. I know
you."
Willow pulled away from her sire and allowed her demon
to show its
face.
"How well do you know me?" she asked quietly.
"No, God, no. Willow, you can't be--" he looked at Spike,
"Damn you.
I'll kill you, you son of a bitch!"
"Been there. Done that. Funny thing is, it didn't take,"
Spike replied.
"So, pet, what should we do with our guest?"
She looked up at him with human features, "So many possibilities."
Willow moved onto the bed and straddled Xander. Her hands
grasped his
shirt and tore it open. To his horror, Xander felt his
cock twitch in
response to the pressure of her hips against him.
Willow giggled, "I don't think he's as repulsed by vampires
as he'd
like us to think."
She raked her nails down his bare chest, leaving bloody
scratches on
his flesh. He drew in a breath as she moved off of him.
"You lifeless whore! Did he teach you to do that?" Xander shouted.
Spike shifted to game face and grabbed the man, tearing
him, bonds and
all, off the bed. Xander screamed as the ropes cut into
his wrists.
Spike flung him into the chair and brought his hands
down on the
armrests, trapping him there.
"How many women have you fucked? Did you have to pay them?
Is that how
you got your bitch to agree to marriage?" he snarled
into the cowering
man's face. "You speak to Willow like that again, and
I'll break your
balls."
"If you can find them," Willow added coldly.
Spike pushed himself up and stood over the trembling captive,
"Get
Daniel, baby. Tell him to bring a couple of the boys.
I want him out of
here."
"Where are you going to put him?" she asked curiously.
"Vermin belong in the attic," he answered. "Tell Daniel
to get moving;
the sun will be up soon."
***
"Do you want him dead, luv? I'll be more than happy to
snap his neck
for you," Spike asked as Willow's naked body moved close
to his.
She nuzzled his neck, "Not yet. We only just got him.
Besides, he might
be useful in getting at the slayer and her watcher."
He ran his tongue along her lips and chuckled, "You think
as good as
you fuck, sweetheart."
She traced his jawline with soft kisses, "I'm tired of thinking."
Her hand moved to his cock, and she guided him to her
pussy. He entered
her slowly, feeling her stretch to accomodate his thick
shaft. She drew
up her knees and clamped her muscles around his cock.
She repeated the
motion, and Spike moaned softly into her ear.
Willow's hands gripped his ass as he rammed into her.
She cried out as
his fingers dipped between her legs and pinched her clit,
rolling it
between his thumb and forefinger.
"That's it, Willow. Come for me. I want that little prick
to hear you
scream my name," he whispered. "Come for me, hard, baby."
Willow gave herself over to her sire's urgings. He pumped
into her,
hard and deep, the tip of his cock driving up against
her cervix with
every thrust. Her body stiffened, and she screamed out
his name as her
body was possessed by her orgasm and her juices coated
his cock. Spike
poured his seed into her slick channel, and he dropped
down onto her as
her pussy continued to twitch around him.
He slid to his side and clasped her to him. She kissed
the hollow of
his throat.
"Oh, Spike, you're incredible," she whispered. "I've heard
of people
who get off on pain; masochists, they're called. But
what do you call a
vampire who gets off on the pain of a mortal tied up
in the attic?"
"Mine," Spike grinned as he twined his legs through hers.
End.