Summary: Spike must teach his minions how to behave, and teach Willow that a little pain doesn’t have to be a bad thing.
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Willow woke the next evening to the sound of heavy footfalls coming up the stairs. She quickly scrambled out of bed and began shaking Spike awake as she frantically looked around for something to wear. She grabbed his leather duster and threw it on just as the doorknob started to turn.
“Spike someone’s trying to get in! Wake up damn it!” she squealed.
“Don’t worry pet, I’m getting up,” he said as he pulled himself out of bed all bleary eyed, and headed to the door, yanking it open.
“Hungry,” said the fledgling vamp that greeted him on the other side.
“Keep your trousers on mate; we’re just getting up in here. I’ll be down in a minute to take you and the others out.” Spike replied casually, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
“Why should I wait when there’s such a tasty treat standing right over there?” the vamp asked, leering at a very terrified Willow.
“Because she’s not for you, she’s mine. Now be a good lad and trot off downstairs. I’ll be along shortly.”
If Spike’s words seemed benign, his look was unmistakably threatening, and the minion could easily sense his master’s power causing him to back down. Willow however was unable to catch the subtlety of this exchange, and simply stood frozen and bewildered as Spike closed the door again.
“How did you do that?” she asked in sheer amazement, “He was twice your size.”
“That was nothing pet. He knows I’m the master. He’d be a fool to cross me. Well actually he’d be more like a pile of dust.” He said, noticing then just how delicious she looked, standing there in his coat with tantalizing bits of naked flesh peeking out and waves of fear rolling off of her. Thinking about it he was a little surprised himself that the dolt had backed down so easily.
“You’re drooling,” Willow said with disdain.
“Can’t help it,” he said approaching her and placing his hands around her waist, “You look good enough to eat.”
He emphasized his words by running his cool tongue across her shoulder and up her neck. She let out a small gasp, as shivers ran up her spine and she felt her nipples harden in anticipation of his touch. But it didn’t come; instead he simply gave her a quick peck on the cheek before heading off to the bathroom, to take care of his own needs.
He knew she could see how aroused he was, but after the disaster of the night before, he wanted there to be no mistaking how much she wanted him. And to that end he had decided not to give her any satisfaction until she was begging for it. And then it would be on his terms. In the mean time however, she was driving him crazy! He wasn’t sure how he was going to resist pouncing on her, but at least training the new minions would give him a distraction for awhile.
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Willow sat on the bed waiting for Spike to return. Why hadn’t he tried anything? He obviously wanted her, didn’t he? She knew he had said he wouldn’t lay an unwanted hand on her, but it was pretty obvious she wanted it, wasn’t it? And why exactly was that? Spike had spent most of the previous night brutalizing her; she still had bruises over most of her body to prove it. Yet a moment ago all that had been gone from her mind and she had wanted nothing more than to be ravished by him.
‘I’m deranged,’ she thought, ‘I’ve become some crazy nymphomaniac who values sex over her life! Oh Goddess, what am I going to do?’ Last night she had planned to simply hold him off until she could find a way to escape, she didn’t know where she would go, just away. Yet when she woke to the drooling vamp at the door, the first thing to come to her mind was that Spike would protect her. Then to make it worse, he had to go and lick her, giving her all those yummy feelings, it was so unfair. ‘Yep, definitely deranged sex fiend.’
Spike returned a few minutes later, relieved of his tension and ready for a night of killing, only to find Willow babbling to herself incoherently. Apparently she had moved beyond having quiet rambling thoughts. He tried to hide his smile as he went about dressing.
“I’m gonna need my coat pet,” he said, interrupting her train of thought, “Why don’t you go in and take a quick shower or something while I get you something to eat.”
“I’m not really hungry,” she replied absently.
“Well luv, I’m afraid I’ll have to chain you up again while I’m gone, but it should only be for a couple of hours this time. Are you sure you don’t want something before I go?”
“Well, maybe a little something,” she relented. It would be nice to have something real to eat for a change. She didn’t think after the last five days that she would ever be able to eat another frozen burrito again.
“I’ll find you something real good pet. Be right back.” He was pleased she had agreed to eat something. He knew the travel food hadn’t been sitting well with her, and together with all the stress she had been under, she had easily lost ten pounds in the last week. He was hoping to put that weight back on her and then some; he liked a girl with a little meat on her bones. Dru was always a little on the thin side for his tastes.
He returned soon after carrying a tray with cheese, bread, and fresh fruit, as well as a chilled bottle of wine and a couple of diet sodas in a bucket of ice. He set the tray on the bed, next to where Willow was sitting, freshly showered and wearing one of Spike’s shirts. He then set the bucket of ice and beverages on the night stand.
“Bloody hell, I forgot the glasses,” he swore, “I’ll run and get them.”
“Don’t bother, this is fine for now. Actually it looks great! I’ve been craving apples for a couple of days now. We can drink the wine when you get back.”
“Alright baby, then I gotta go, the hoard is getting restless.” And with that he grabbed the long set of shackles out of their bag, hooking one end to the bed frame and the other to her wrist, as she sighed with frustration.
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Spike headed out into the night with three of the four remaining minions. He had found them in the basement arguing over who got to eat the former Mr. GQ. He shook his head in disgust over the thought of eating someone who was already dead, let alone dead for a full day, yuck!
He asked his new female minion, Claire, where a good place to find people would be, and she suggested driving down to Essex St., where there were lots of little shops, and consequently, shoppers. Unfortunately it was a little too well lit for his taste, especially for trying to train a group of fledglings without drawing attention to them. So he kept on driving, opting instead for a nice park, but as they were driving by, he did take note of a few magic type stores that he would have to come back and check out later.
After a brief argument between the new minions over the best place to go, they finally agreed on the Salem Common towards the center of town. It was a perfect night for hunting. It was a little warm for early spring, and the shift in temperature together with all the moisture from the recent rain had created a great deal of mist, drawing lovers out for romantic strolls in the park. The mist also made hunting a snap, and the fledglings took to it with ease.
After they had all fed, Spike grabbed a rock and used it to knock out a young couple that were necking on a bench nearby. He wanted to be sure there was enough food for the one remaining fledgling at home, as well as the others, in case they got hungry during the day. He didn’t plan on making a habit of feeding them, they needed to be able to hunt for themselves, but he also didn’t want them getting any ideas about Red before they were properly trained. As a precaution he had even tied up the remaining vamp, in case he woke before they returned.
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Spike was somewhat relieved to find the fourth, soon-to-be vamp, still out cold on the floor when they returned. He untied him and then bound and gagged the young couple he had taken from the park, leaving them on the floor near the fledgling. He then told the others they could make themselves at home, but no one was to go near the master bedroom upstairs, or the redheaded girl, unless they wanted to die a very painful death. Of course Claire wasn’t too happy about this; she had assumed that since she was the only female, and the owner of this house that it would be she who would be sharing the master’s bed. She hadn’t realized he already had a girl up there, and a mortal one at that. She was tempted to simply kill the bitch, but Spike’s warning was quite clear and she wasn’t prepared to cross him.
After instructing them to figure out there own sleeping arrangements, he pulled Claire off to the side and asked her to call work for her and her husband, telling them there had been a family emergency and that they would both be taking an extended leave of absence. He liked this place and wanted to stay there for awhile, but that would be difficult if people came looking for the former owners.
Claire started to grumble about having to give up her home and bed to a bunch of strangers, but Spike nipped her insolence in the bud quickly, by throwing her down on the floor and giving her a good kick in the stomach. He had only brought the stupid bint back because he thought she might be useful, but if she was going to make trouble he was happy enough to just dust her now, and he told her so.
She mumbled an apology as she cowered away from him, and Spike was pleased. This was how a master should be treated, with fear and respect. If only his Red would be so obedient, but then again without all her fire she would get a little boring. He then took a moment to give the three minions each a hard stare before heading up to check on Willow.
He found her dozing softly after apparently kicking all the covers off the bed. He sighed and removed the now mostly empty tray of food from the bed, ‘a little hungry, huh?’ He then undid her shackles, causing her to roll over slightly and rub her wrist in her sleep. But as he tried to cover her back up with a blanket, all his movement had finally woken her.
“You’re back,” she said sleepily.
“Yeah pet. Did you have a nice nap?”
“Mmmm Hmmm, did you have fun teaching your new friends how to kill people?” she asked, somewhere between grogginess and sarcasm.
“As a matter of fact,” he started, but then noticing her ached brow, he simply gave her a wink before changing subjects. “I thought you might like to go for a walk, it’s a beautiful night.”
“I’d love to,” she said with out hesitation. It seemed like forever since she had really been able to stretch her legs.
“Well, there’s not much left in the way of clean clothes, but you’re close to the size of the chit who used to own this place, so help yourself to anything you find in her closet, and I promise to take you out shopping for some new things soon.”
“You want me to wear a dead woman’s clothes?” she asked, somewhat shocked.
“Well, I’m sure they’re probably not too fetching, but it’s the best I can do for now. What’s the problem?”
“It’s gross. I mean hello, morbid much?”
“Bloody hell, you sounded just like the slayer for a moment, scary.” He said, shaking his head, “Look pet, technically she’s undead if that makes any difference, and if you would prefer to ask her first, I’d be happy to have her come up here. Or you could just wear that, but you might want some jeans or something too. It is a little cold out, plus if you come through the house half naked I’ll probably have to dust a couple more minions to keep ‘em off you,” he finished with a smirk.
“Ok, fine. Just give me a couple of minutes,” she said, heading into the large walk in closet to find something to wear.
‘Well he got one thing right,’ she thought, ‘she definitely has bad taste in clothes. There’s not a single fuzzy sweater in here.’ She finally emerged a few minutes later wearing a long, black, silk skirt with an emerald long sleeved shirt. She had decided to forgo the bra and panties, not being comfortable wearing another woman’s underwear, live or dead. Of course this decision did leave her slightly embarrassed, making her blush a deep scarlet.
When Spike caught sight of her, with flaming cheeks to match her fiery hair, he felt his mouth go dry, and had to take a moment to compose himself before he spoke. ‘Down boy,’ he commanded himself, ‘tearing her clothes off as soon as she puts them on is not the way to exhibit self control.’
“So, why all the blushing, is there something I should know?” he asked softly, shuffling his feet and hanging his head like a little boy as he glanced up at her.
“Well,” she said walking over to him, suddenly feeling very bold, “I’m not wearing any underwear,” she whispered in his ear and headed out the door.
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Their walk was perfect. They strolled along the harbor through the mist that was rolling off the water, occasionally catching glimpses of the full moon above. They held hands and talked about their lives, their interests, nothing too serious. Then about halfway through Willow heard a frog croaking somewhere near by, but was unable to see where because of all the mist. So she did the only logical thing she could, she screamed bloody murder and then climbed Spike like a tree. Spike however, being the cool vamp that he was simply offered to carry her on his back and did his best not to laugh his head off.
Willow was having the time of her life. It was like something out of one of those sappy romance movies she and Buffy always forced Xander to watch with them. She did her best to ignore the diatribe going on in her subconscious over how stupid she was being, and just enjoyed the evening. During their stroll they stumbled upon a picnic area and the two of them sat on the table together, still engrossed in their conversation.
They had spoken before this, but only just barely, mostly all their interaction up till now had been either violent or sexual, or both. But Willow was fascinated to find a razor sharp intellect within Spike that had somewhat surprised her, and she told him so.
“So what, you thought I was just some brainless git, getting by on his stunning good looks?” Spike asked, trying to cover his wounded pride.
“Well not brainless, it’s just that Buffy always managed to foil your plans, and she’s not exactly the sharpest crayon in the box you know.”
“Well, she always had you to help her before, now didn’t she? Besides my problem with her was never due to lack of planning, more like a problem with my impulse control.” He said smirking, happy to hear Red insult the slayer.
“Impulse control, huh? Well, I guess that makes sense,” she replied, smirking herself, “Now tell me more about the Bolshevik Revolution, did you really know Lenin?”
The conversation went on like this for a few hours, until Willow started to get cold, despite Spike having already given her his coat to wear. So the pair headed back to the house, still holding hands, almost like a couple in love, but not quite. Willow did have to admit though; Spike was very romantic, as he stopped along the way to pick her flowers. She couldn’t understand why Drusilla would have ever chosen Angelus, or any other demon for that matter, over him.
Once they returned home, they headed back up to the bedroom, passing the new minions along the way. Willow tried to ignore their hungry stares, well actually, mostly hungry, Clair’s look was something more along the lines of hatred, but uncomfortable all the same.
“I think that lady hates me,” she said once they were back in their room.
“Oh sod her, if she gives you any trouble I’ll dust her. Now why don’t you get comfortable and I’ll go look for those wine glasses,” he said slipping back out the door.
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Spike returned to find that the lights had been replaced with candles, and his redheaded goddess was stretched out naked across the bed. ‘Bloody hell, I was the one who was going to seduce her. Ok, Control Spike, remember control. Make her beg for it,’ he told himself sternly, trying to ignore how tight his pants suddenly felt. He sat the wine glasses on the night stand, glancing over to see a bewitching smile cross her beautiful lips. Then slowly he removed his boots before heading into the closet to fetch a couple of neckties.
“Do you trust me pet?” he asked seriously.
“Of course not,” she answered with a smirk.
“Alright then, do you want me?” he asked holding up the ties.
“Yes,” she answered quietly after a moment. She didn’t like the idea of being tied up, but Goddess help her, she wanted him so bad.
Spike looked at her with smoldering eyes as he bound her hands to the bed post. For a moment he simply gazed at her, so beautiful and helpless. ‘Control Spike,’ he thought to himself again, as he reached a hand into the, now mostly melted, ice in the bucket on the nightstand. Willow watched in anticipation as he lowered the ice cube first to her lips, lightly tracing their shape, careful around the place where it had been split. He then moved it down her chin and across her shoulders. By the time he reached her breasts, he had to retrieve a new cube to replace the first one.
Willow let out a hiss as the ice came in contact with her right nipple, making it instantly pucker; he was driving her crazy with this slow torture. She watched his face as he drug the cube across to her other nipple, eliciting another hiss from her. His expression was so serious, almost comical, with his pale pink tongue poking out slightly and such intense concentration that he almost looked like he was taking a test rather than seducing someone.
“Spike, please,” she begged.
He glanced at her eyes, and saw how full of need she was, but he wasn’t done yet. He gave her an evil grin, and fetched a third ice cube, dragging it down her body, and running it briefly across her clit, causing her hips to buck up and a loud moan to escape her lips. Then he continued down her right leg and also the left, pausing at her toes, pleasantly surprised to find that she was quite ticklish. Finally he retrieved a fourth ice cube, placing it in his cool mouth, and lowering himself between her legs.
The combination of the ice together with his tongue was too much as he gently nipped and sucked at her folds concentrating most of his efforts on her clit. Her hips began to buck wildly, and he placed her legs over his shoulders so he could gain more control. She moaned and gasped tugging at her bindings, she was losing all control. But just as she was about to reach that happy point of oblivion, he backed off completely, causing her to howl with frustration.
Spike stood and crossed the room, discarding his shirt as he went and trying not to chuckle. He had her right where he wanted her, he thought as he retrieved a pair of candles from the dresser. He gave her some pleasure, now it was time for a little pain, and she would love it just as much, he was sure of it. The light from the candles danced across his pale skin, outlining his tight muscles, he was captivating to behold. As he returned to the bed he saw a look of crazed hunger in her eyes, and knew there was no time to hesitate.
“Willow,” he started huskily, running his hand lightly across her flesh, “do you want me?”
“Yes,” her answer more insistent this time.
“You will address me as master.”
“Yes master, please.” She responded, making his cock surge with more force.
He stood then, removing his pants, partly to relieve some of the pressure, and partly to tease her further. He had no intention of giving her any satisfaction yet, but it would have to be soon, or he may well pass out from the lack of blood flow to his brain.
“Alright pet, you want your pleasure,” he started seductively, “but the price for it is a little pain. So, are you sure you still want me?”
Willow paused for a moment. She had seen him bring over the candles, and figured what he had in mind was hot wax. She knew this was unlikely to be too painful, but thought this was definitely a bad road to start going down with him. He had left the decision up to her, and she knew the right one to make was to tell him ‘no’.
“Yes master,” she whispered.
‘Wait a minute, who said that?! My answer was no. Why did I say yes?!’ she thought frantically. But these thoughts quickly disappeared as he began to slowly drip hot wax down her arms and legs, and finally her torso. As each drop touched her skin, a brief flash of pain went through her, followed by a delicious tingle. Oh this was definitely bad she thought. She found herself moaning softly again, thoroughly turned on by the experience.
Spike couldn’t be happier as he watched his princess writhing before him, each flash of pain followed by a tiny quake of pleasure. As he continued his light torture, he snaked his free hand between her legs, sliding two fingers into her slick channel, causing her hips to start their slow bucking rhythm again. He pistoned his fingers in and out as he rubbed his thumb against her clit, bringing her again close to the edge of her release. When he felt she was close enough he drew back again, causing her to yell out in protest as tears of frustration came to her eyes.
Spike couldn’t help his chuckle this time, as he paused only long enough to set aside the candle before positioning himself at her opening and plunging deep within her. They both cried out from the much needed contact, and Spike had to exert every bit of control left in him to hold on until she came. Working at a steady but quick rhythm, he pounded into her.
They had become more like animals than simply lovers as Willow clawed futilely at her bindings and Spike howled savagely, unable to wait any longer. His face shifted into his demon visage as he roughly bit into her right breast. The sensation was overwhelming and pushed Willow over the edge. She screamed out her orgasm, her tight walls clenching around his throbbing cock, dragging him down with her as he suckled at her breast.
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It was several moment before either of them could move. Spike finally pulled his head back to assess the severity of her wound. There were two deep punctures, but the bite could have been much worse, like the one on her neck that had a crescent moon shape to it. The bleeding would stop soon, and so with great reverence he lapped up the last few drops.
He wished he could drink from her every day, but it was difficult for him to maintain his control, and he would never forgive himself if he accidentally killed her. Plus, he didn’t want her wearing a host of bite marks for eternity, once she was turned he would be able to drink from her as much as he pleased, but until then he would just have to refrain from biting her again. He wanted the mark on her neck to be the only one she carried when she crossed over. The punctures on her breast would unfortunately leave scars, but they would be small and hard to notice. He glanced up at her face. She was flushed with her eyes half closed as she slowly brought her breathing under control.
“You alright pet?” he asked as he reached up to untie her bindings.
“Wow. Hmmm, I mean yeah. I mean wow. That was wow.” She mumbled nonsensically rubbing her now free wrists.
“Well, I’m glad to hear it,” he said chuckling, “I thought it was pretty wow myself.”
Willow laughed a little herself at how obviously stupid she sounded, but she didn’t know what else to say. Sex between them had always been pretty incredible, but it was nothing compared to that. She hadn’t realized before how much a little pain could heighten her pleasure. Maybe torture didn’t have to be such a bad thing after all she thought, as she snuggled closer to Spike, wanting him to share in the warm glow he had given her.
“You bit me,” she added, looking up into his now blue eyes.
“I’m sorry baby; I lost control for a second.”
“Don’t be sorry, I liked it. I just think it’s unfair that you got to drink my blood, when I didn’t get to have any of yours,” she said coyly, causing Spike’s spike to stir to life once again.
“Well, that is unfair. I’ll just have to do something about that,” he said, slipping into game face once again and kissing her passionately, before pulling back and slicing open an index finger upon his fang and offering it to her.
She took to it like a child takes to candy, sucking it into her mouth and reveling in the taste and the sense of power that flooded through her. Right or wrong, at that moment she wanted him to hurt her, to give her exquisite pleasure and pain, and drive her into oblivion. She forgot any plans of escape she may have had before. Here was where she belonged, with Spike. As the bleeding from his cut slowed to a stop, she looked up into his demon visage, and shivered slightly as she thought of spending eternity this way.
“Make me scream again, master.”