Rating: NC17/R (sexually explicit and naughty language)
Pairing: Willow/Spike (as it should be)
Spoilers: None
Summary: Spike makes Willow angry and she vows to make him sorry
Notes: I did a lot of driving yesterday and this is what kept me from falling asleep on the drive home, all alone in the dark. If the naughty stuff offends you, please don't read it.
Feedback: Yes, please! Don't make me beg, it's not pretty.
E-mail:mkwilday@midtel.net
Distribution: If anybody wants it, please take it. Just tell me where it goes so I can keep track...OK, so I can pull it up and just stare at it for a while!
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, just borrowing them for awhile. Everything belongs to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kuzui Enterprises, Grr Argh, the WB, UPN and whoever else they really belong to, although I wouldn't mind having a Spike of my own. Who would?
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Willow was pissed. Royally pissed, as they say. She was normally even tempered and it took a lot to get her angry, but Spike had managed it. Quite easily, too. He was always picking on her, saying mean things, hurting her feelings, making her feel unwanted, useless, unnecessary. Well, she'd had enough. She was going to make him sorry.
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Spike woke with a pounding headache.
"Head hurt?" a deep, gravelly voice asked him.
Spike tried to focus on the source of the voice, but he couldn't see anything. He also couldn't move. He concentrated and realized that he was lying on his stomach on a soft surface, probably a bed, blindfolded with his wrists and ankles chained, most likely to the bedposts. But the part that concerned him most was that he couldn't pick up anything with his other senses. He neither smelled nor heard anything other than the voice that had spoken to him.
"Who are you?" Spike asked.
"Who I am doesn't matter. The better question to ask," the voice responded, "is what do I want with you?"
"Alright, mate. What do you want with me?"
"You've made an enemy, Spike, a very powerful enemy. Oh, come on!" the voice sounded exasperated. "Stop trying to free yourself. I know you're a vampire and my restraints are made to withstand even your supernatural strength. I do, after all, take pride in my work."
"Which is?" Spike sounded bored.
"Punishment," the voice responded proudly.
"Punishment?" Spike sounded unimpressed.
"Oh, please, don't give me that tone of voice," cold hands touched his...oops, naked, he'd missed that in the inventory he'd taken...buttocks and spread them. A cold tongue licked between them, coating his puckered opening with saliva and then forcing it's way inside.
"Get off of me, you wanker!" Spike tried to buck his unseen...attacker...off of him.
"I'm going to punish you," the voice continued, unperturbed. "Don't you wonder who thinks you've been a bad little vamp, Spike?"
"Alright, who?"
"Willow," the voice responded.
"The witch? Whatever she's paying you, I'll double it," Spike offered.
"A very generous offer, Spike. Especially since you don't know *what* she's paying me. However, I must decline. As I said, I take great pride in my work, and one of my cardinal rules is that I never back out once I've agreed to do something. Especially something that promises to be so much fun," a paddle connected with one of Spike's butt cheeks and he jumped in surprise.
"You don't know much about vampires if you think pain equals punishment, mate."
"Oh, no," the voice sounded excited, "the *pain* isn't your punishment, Spike. The pain is *meant* to be arousing. It's the not- being-able-to-cum that's your punishment."
"What are you talking about?" Spike demanded.
"Don't you feel it?"
"Feel what?"
"The cock ring. Like a tight band of steel wrapped around your cock to keep you from finding release no matter how aroused you get. I'm going to paddle you and whip you and fuck you up the ass like your sire did until you beg me to let you cum. And *that*, Spike, is your punishment. And Willow's watching," the voice dropped to a whisper.
"She's going to watch while I beat you, she's going to watch while I fuck you and she's going to watch while you writhe and beg for release. That's also part of the punishment. Knowing that Willow's witnessing your utter humiliation. Because you *will* beg, Spike. Oh, yes, you'll beg. And, if I'm not mistaken," the voice took on an element of surprise, "the good little witch is already getting a little hot and bothered by the proceedings."
The beating began. The owner of the voice paddled his ass, switching from one cheek to the other, while Spike swore and pulled uselessly at his restraints. After 20 strokes on each cheek Spike began to rub himself against the bed. His cock was hard, but he was unable to find release due to the ring. He was angry, he was frustrated...he wanted to cum, but he'd be damned...again...if he'd beg this bastard for anything.
Spike jumped as a whip slapped across his shoulders once, twice, three times before moving on, covering his back, his thighs and finally his already reddened and sore ass with red welts.
"Are you sorry yet, Spike?" the voice asked.
"Sod off!" Spike swore as he fruitlessly ground himself into the mattress.
The voice laughed and then ruthlessly spread the cheeks of his ass, rubbing lubricant in the crack and around the puckered opening, then slipping a cold digit inside, moving it around to stretch the muscles, then adding a second.
"Bleedin' wanker!" Spike began to struggle again. He didn't believe the pillock when he said Willow was watching, since he couldn't smell or hear her, but he wasn't happy about having this...sod's...cock shoved into his ass in any event.
Suddenly, almost magically, Spike was on his knees, his wrists and ankles still restrained, his eyes still blindfolded, the voice the only thing he could hear, able to smell nothing. The voice laughed again as Spike felt the head of a cold cock run teasingly up his crack and then placed against his opening.
Cold hands grabbed his hips and with one strong thrust the head was driven into Spike's opening and he screamed with the pain, and the pleasure, of it. The owner of the cock moaned and then shoved it all the way in until Spike could feel cold balls slap his ass, then pulled it almost all of the way out and forced it all of the way back in again.
The motion took on a smooth rhythm as the cock slid in and out of him, making Spike's own cock harder, if that was at all possible. Spike began to thrust back against the cock as it entered him, his body shuddering as it begged for the release it was denied.
"You want it, don't you?" the voice asked. "Say you're sorry, Spike. Beg me to let you cum. It's not so hard," the voice laughed at the pun.
"Wow, would you look at Willow," the voice suddenly moaned. "Oh, that's right, you can't. Well, let me tell you what you're missing. She doesn't have any panties on, and she's got a dildo shoved inside her hot, wet pussy. You know how I know it's wet?" the voice asked and then continued without waiting for Spike's answer.
"`Cause I can hear the little sucking noises her pussy makes around the dildo as she pumps it in and out. Wanna hear it?" the voice teased and suddenly Spike did hear the slurping noise which could have been a dildo sliding in and out of a dripping wet pussy, which he was certain did not belong to Willow Rosenburg.
"She's going to cum, Spike," the voice continued it's verbal torture. "And by the looks of things, it won't be long. Don't believe me? How about I unblock your sense of smell."
No sooner had the words been spoken than Spike smelled the strong scent of arousal, but he still didn't believe it was Willow. Not good, innocent, naive Willow.
"Wouldn't you like to come with her? Just say the words, Spike. Tell Willow you're sorry."
"Sod off," Spike said through gritted teeth.
"Already doing that, *mate*," the voice laughed and then made a choking noise. Spike felt the body behind him tense and then shudder as it found it's release. Moments later the cock was pulled out of Spike and with a soft touch on his side he was suddenly flipped to his back, his wrists and ankles still restrained, though the restraints seemed to have rearranged themselves to fit his new position.
"You know what your problem is?" the voice asked.
"No, mate, what's that?" Spike asked sarcastically.
"You don't really believe Willow's here, do you?"
"No, can't say that I do."
"Open your mouth."
"No way!"
The voice laughed. "I'm not going to shove my cock in your mouth, Spike. I wouldn't trust you not to bite me. Remember that dildo I told you Willow had inside her pussy? I want you to taste it. Just open your mouth a little bit," the voice cajoled.
Spike felt the rubber dildo pressing against his lips and he cautiously darted his tongue out to taste it. Bloody hell, it tasted like heaven! He sucked it into his mouth, running his tongue over it and licking it clean. Without a word it was pulled out of his mouth and Spike was left wanting more. He still didn't believe it was Willow, though. It couldn't be.
Cold fingers wrapped around the length of his cock and pumped as a cold tongue licked the head, swirling around it and flicking into the hole at the tip. His entire head was taken in, the tongue rubbing over him and the mouth sucking on him as the fingers pumped his shaft. Spike could feel his need building yet higher, but he still refused to apologize, or to beg for release.
Suddenly his cock was released and he felt the bed move as someone moved up his body. Hot fingers wrapped around his cock as Willow dropped the temperature disguise. The fingers ran his head along a hot, wet slit, then positioned it at the entrance. Without warning Spike found his hard, throbbing, still constrained cock sheathed inside a tight, hot, wet pussy.
"Bloody hell!" Spike swore as Willow covered him with her heat. "What the bleedin'...aahh!" he cried out as she began to ride him.
"Are you sorry yet, Spike?" Willow asked as she dropped the voice disguise. "Mmm, you feel so *good* inside me," she moaned as her fingers dug into his chest. "Oh, goddess, yes, I think I could ride you all night. Do I feel good? Hmm, Spike? My tight...hot...wet...pussy wrapped around your cock?" she groaned as she bent over him, pressing her clit against him with every thrust.
"I've already cum once Spike," she teased. "Wanna know how? The other end of the dildo I shoved up your ass was inside me. I fucked us both," her voice rasped.
"You fill me so good, I'm gonna cum again. Wanna watch?" she asked as she dropped the magical blindfold.
Spike looked into clouded green eyes, then took in her satisfied smile and her bare, bouncing breasts.
"Wanna touch?" Willow whispered when she saw hungry eyes focus on her breasts. Before the words were even out of her mouth she released the invisible restraints around his wrists and his fingers were immediately cupping her breasts, squeezing and kneading them. His fingers tightened around her breasts and pulled her down to his mouth. He sucked one nipple into his mouth as he rolled and pinched the other between his fingers.
"Oh, goddess, Spike," Willow moaned as his cold tongue worried her nipple, "I'm so close. Don't you want to cum with me? Just say you're sorry, Spike, just say the words," she felt her body begin to tense.
"I'm sorry...,"
The invisible restraints around his ankles and cock disappeared and he immediately flipped them, wildly thrusting his now unconstrained cock into her pussy as her legs wrapped around his waist.
"... that I didn't piss you off *before*," Spike finished as he crushed his lips to hers as he pumped into her.
Willow felt his cock slam into her and, in a dance as old as time, her own body responded. Her muscles clenched around him and she threw her head back as she came again.
"I'm sorry that I've never been buried inside you before," his body tensed as her muscles clenched around his tortured cock.
"I'm sorry we wasted so much time," he groaned as his cock spurt several times, emptying his built-up seed deep into her womb as he finally found release.
"I'm sorry, too," she whimpered as her body relaxed beneath him.
End