Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Willow and Spike belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and UPN and Fox.
Summary: Spike asks Willow to tell him one of her fantasies... and so she does. They're in bed and he isn't allowed to do anything but listen. Or, ummmm, he could get punished. Well, what did you expect?
I'm a freak. If you didn't know before, you do now. *g* In her fantasy spoken out loud, Spike is under Willow's control... basically, he's her puppy. (Don't you just love that word?) As usual, it's just smut, but as in all my stuff, they do end up together even if it's not so noted. I guess it's from Willow's point of view. Where the part is with her fantasy, she's saying everything in that section.
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~Part: 1~
"I've told you what I like sweet one, so as the saying goes, 'You tell me yours, and I'll tell you mine.'" Spike said seductively. "It's my turn to listen."
"Alright, but on one condition, you're not allowed to move while I tell you this, or there will be consequences."
Blue eyes darkened.
"Fine." Spike grumbled.
"Start. Now."
Willow snuggled her body up against Spike's side and laid her head next to his ear. Contently nuzzling it as she murmured the words so closely in his ear.
(He could feel her warm breath, slightly damp there.)
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Spike is on his knees on the floor. I'm his mistress, and I have on a silky black nightgown, my red hair is shimmering and soft, so very tempting. My body, face, and green eyes mesmerize him.
"You've been such a good little puppy and that tight ass of yours deserves so much more attention." He closes his eyes as I say this. "You really are a lovely little vamp." I whisper, stroking his blond hair. He sighs, as if he is in utter bliss.
I kneel close behind him, "Lean against me." He obliges, and I kiss him on the back of his neck, the silk of his hair. I let my finger run along his jawline, he sighs contently.
My thumb strokes his full bottom lip, and slips into his cool mouth.
While I stroke his hair with my other hand, he moans quietly and sucks, lightly trailing his tongue along my thumb. He plays with it for a while, whimpering slightly as I let it slip out. My fingers trail down his throat and his Adam's apple bobs up and down beneath his collar.
It's your typical black leather, with a loose chain hanging from it, which I can yank on whenever he's been a really bad boy.
Spike, because of all of my gentle touching, has relaxed. I smile down on him as he remembers who's in charge. His crystal blue eyes are wider as he stares at me. I'm still stroking his hair, and he closes them and wonders what I'll do....
~Part: 2~
(Back to Willow's fantasy)
His stiff nipples are pointing out to me, wanting my harsh touch on them.
I rub, circle, and flick them. He gasps and arches his smooth pale back as I pinch them not so lightly. Very nice.
I lay his blond head on the carpet and walk around to his feet, spreading them as I kneel at them them. But like I nervous child, he keeps his knees closed, not sure of what I'm going to do. I slap his outer thigh, my impatience showing in my sweet innocent face. The stinging slap surprises him a bit and his body jumps a little, staring at me with eyes that are a bit wide.
"Open those knees wide and keep them bent." my voice cool, soft yet irritated. He immediately complies. The smile is gone now, long gone. My green eyes hold a bit of hardness as I stare into his for a while. He makes a slight noise of protest at the game I'm playing, but I notice that his toes are curled into the thick white carpeting.
Good, his hardly noticeable sign of nervousness makes me feel a bit better, it makes *me* less nervous. I don't smile, but lick my lips. He has on a nice pair of leather pants, as instructed; his hard long cock pressing it's engorged weight against their zipper. He looks delicious lying there without his shirt; clad only in a pair of black leather pants and a matching collar barefoot, lying, prone to all of my darkest wishes.
I stroke my hands and fingers up his arched toes, along his feet and ankles, and up. Stopping to gently caress the back of his knees. The leather moving against the skin there. He moans softly at my warm touch. My fingers travel up and over the smooth leather. "Oh...mistress.", he groans out. I unzip the front zipper, which conveniently unzips past every sensitive inch of flesh between his legs, below his asshole. His wonderful cock is hard as it springs up, but as I stroke the length between his balls and hole, he becomes as hard as a steel sword. My fingers brush his sweet shavenballs lightly. Then, I stroke the top of his thigh and watch his reaction.
He takes un-needed breaths. His eyes are dark, promising retribution. I feel a slight unsure quiver throughout me, but am not about to stop now. If I'm going to be punished, then I might as well get it for a reason.
"Look at that sweet little rosebud, it's very tight isn't it?...." The object in question clenches and unclenches, puckering consciously, as I watch.
I look into his deep dark eyes expectantly.
Realizing that I'm could be very mad if he doesn't answer very soon, his beautiful body starts and Spike stutters out, "Y-Yes.."
"How tight?..."
He blinks un-expectantly, not knowing what I want him to say. Slightly distressed and very aroused, he looks on into his enchantresses mesmerizing emerald eyes.
My face doesn't change, but my eyes close, wanting to always remember that look of total adoration in his eyes.
I open them and see that he is shaking a little, and as my trembling hand touches his perfect cheek, dark lashes fall upon them. I lean down and kiss him gently, I move so that I am on my hands and knees over him, still kissing him, but licking his soft lips so tenderly...and parting them. I taste his sweetness, hear him moan, and feel his strong arms go around me.
"So sweet," I moan into his mouth, "But you haven't answered me..." my voice just the tiniest bit menacing to him, "and whimpering won't help you now.." *sigh* I move back to where I'd rested before, between his knees. "You deserve a good hard spanking." My voice calm as I let my hand take a firm hold on his cock, stroking up and down it's length a few times. I move my head down to take a long____ lick along the length of hardness. Tasting the ambrosia that leaked from the opening at its head. He gasps and moans, lifting his hips. I let go of it and stop licking.
My sweet puppy watches me quietly as I move to sit in a soft, overstuffed crimson chair. It seems to swallow my petite, creamy, body.
"Over my lap now..", now that soft smile appears on my face once again He obeys, approaching on hands and knees before laying there. His body tenses, waiting for the first blow. Instead, he feels my gentle hands on his cheeks. He's still tense for a few seconds, but sighs and relaxes at my coaxing, loving touch. I brush a finger along his asshole and he growls quietly and pushes his silky ass against my cupped, caressing hands...All the while he keeps on sighing, and without warning...
~Part: 3~
Willow's nail drew slow teasing circles on Spike's chest.
He'd been hard as a damn fence post for quite a long time, and he was trying to keep his word. But hell, if his little Shaharazad didn't stop messing with him, he wouldn't be responsible for what happened. *He'd* tie her up and be the one leaving handprints on her bottom.
He was kind of a pansy in her fantasy, but it did show a different side to her. He'd never heard her be so....dominant. God, he couldn't even think about it without "Little Spike" bouncing up, snicker, wanting to impale someone.
"Hey, stop it.", he said in a whiney growl, if that were possible.
He grabbed the red-tipped finger and laid it by her side. Blowing out unneeded air, he said seductively in her ear, "If you want to even finish our little game, start talking.. The Big Bad might just get too riled up to even let you finish."
*Shiver*
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...All the while he keeps on sighing,
Without warning....my hand is lifted and brought down hard against the pale globes of his cheeks. So hard, he yelps in pain and both his ass and my hand stings. A pleasing pink forms and I give him so many spankings that I lose count. Each one harder than the first. His erection jumping against my lap with each one.
I gently stroke his whole backside up and down, the cheeks of his ass a much deeper shade of pink, trying to sooth him a bit. His head down, blond hair falling over his face. I lean down and very softly kiss his pink cheeks...and he flinches at the touch of flesh against his own tender, but already healing, flesh. "Shh..", I gently whisper against his skin and smooth his back over with one hand as the other gently cups and strokes his smarting cheek while my mouth roves over the sweet, silky pinkness. I close my eyes as he starts moaning, making hurt little noises, weakening my heart's resolve.
"You're so sweet." I look down at his lowered head.
"You know that don't you... your a very good boy... ..look at me."
He turns his head stares into my eyes. Those magnificent blue eyes are dark, traced with the tiniest bit of shame, or frustration, or is it both? Both I decide as I watch him softly smile. I sigh, I know that he likes to play this game once and a while, it's just that sometimes, I'm just not so sure of myself.
My hands are on both of his cheeks now, making him complacent, although still hard against my thigh. I stroke from beneath his balls to the sweet circle of his puckered rosebud, I feel it flex against my finger. I lean down again and give it a small kiss, encircling it with my tongue, I shiver, his relaxed state so seductive, the pink color is nearly gone.
I help place him back on his knees and off of my lap. Bending to kiss his forehead. I stand in front of him and direct him to do so too. You'd think he would look awkward, standing there with his zipper all the way down with every intimate detail out for me to see, but he stood there straight and tall, so much the proud vamp. His confident eyes touched mine for a second before trailing back to the floor.
After enjoying the view of his tightly muscled body, I knelt down in front of him, peeling the leather pants down at the same time. He already has his legs spread as I kiss each upper thigh as he steps out of the pants. Each hand slowly inches up the backs of his thighs and shapes around each buttock as I tenderly take him into my mouth. My lips circling just the head for a bit to savor it's roundness and fullness, before letting him slide slowly into my hot, deep mouth. I let my tongue stroke under the head, lavishly swirling it around his cock. It slides gloriously in and out and I feel his penetrating eyes on me as I taste a drop of his pre-cum.
After a while, I sigh, "Get onto the bed. On your stomach." He's a bit careful when he walks, and I can still see the rather pretty glow of pinkness on those cheeks. He lies down, "Lay your head on the pillow...thank you."
I move to him and kiss the back of his head, letting my hands gently stroke his shoulders, neck, and back. I massage all of these and his arms and legs. Rubbing his strong neck going deeper into his muscles as I move down to his shoulders and back. He sighs again. I run my hands over his lower back, enjoying the strength in the muscles that lie there. Pressing soft kisses everywhere, including his ass and thighs. I let my thumbs separate each cheek, my hands staying like that until he squirms. Wondering if I'm going to spank him, if he could hold out any longer, if he's displeased Mistress Willow again.
But then he doesn't wonder anymore. He feels my wonderful little tongue stroking up and down along his asshole, and instinctively tightens. I tenderly mouth it, moaning at the feel of him. He huskily moans, the feel of my very warm, wet mouth against him. I moan at the feel of him relaxing, at the very abandoned sounds he makes. I let the tip of my tongue tease his opening, and he puckers it out as I slide my slickness in. I hear him gasp as he tightens again. My hand slides under his stomach and strokes his engorged length, moving up and down along with my tongue. After a few seconds of this, he's groaning, grunting and moaning, on his hands and knees, his hips moving back and forward as I fuck him.
I push him onto his back, his trembling form outlined by the light of the fireplace, and take him into me, his hips out of control as he fucks me with unstoppable force till I am weak. Trembling in *his* arms.
And only then does he let his seed be swallowed into me. Himself be swallowed into me.
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Spike was quiet for a long time before he kissed her and without a word rolled her beneath him, staring into his mate's eyes, taking her as he held her flushed form close. Slowly taking her until it wasn't possible anymore and tears flooded from her eyes. Nothing needing to be said, as she truly understood him. The touched look in his eyes was surrounded by love as he held her close, as he would for eternity.
the end