Chapter Twenty Eight.

Trouble at Sea.


Buffy was very surprised and pleased when Spike told her they would be going on their own. He escorted her to a silver Mercedes and opened the door for her, laughing at the jubilant expression on her face.


“What, you’re leaving ‘The Goonies’ at home? Aren’t you scared I might try and run away?” she asked, smiling.


Spike was standing by her door as she got into her seat. He waited for her to get settled. “The Goonies! Is that what you call my men?” he chuckled.


She looked mildly embarrassed. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. “Er…well…I…” she stammered, arranging the folds of her dress around her knees.


“The Goonies…now that’s one I’ll have to tell Luke. I’m sure he’ll get a real kick out of it.” He laughed at her as she stammered and blushed.


“You wouldn’t…I didn’t really mean it…” She trailed off looking up at him fearfully as he stood hovering over her.


“You little liar, you did mean it and what are you orried ‘bout. I think it’s funny and if Luke and the rest of them don’t, then that’s their problem,” he laughed.


Buffy thought he was just teasing her and wouldn’t really tell his men the nickname she was using for them. She didn’t know them well enough to say if they’d take the name in good humor or hold it against her, but she could guess how Gilbey would react if he heard it…and it wouldn’t be with a laugh.


Spike crouched down to her level. He looked at her with a hard dangerous glint in his blue eyes. “And to answer your other question…No, I’m not worried ‘bout you tryin’ to run away. You’re not that stupid. You would never do anythin’ to risk hurtin’ the people you love.” His icy stare sent shivers down her spine. She flinched when he picked her hand up. Gently, he caressed the back of it with his thumb, before squeezing it lightly. “Would you Buffy?”


“No,” she whispered.


*****


They drove for an hour, heading south along the coast and at first, Buffy thought they were going to the beach, but she was surprised when Spike drove them into a large private marina. Immediately, she was reminded of the boat trip she’d taken with Angel. It seemed so long ago now and the memory was bittersweet to her. She hadn’t been seeing Angel for all that long and he’d been pulling out all the stops to impress her, and she had been. He was handsome, rich, and extremely worldly. He lavished her with all his attention and bombarded her with pretty gifts and prettier compliments. The boat trip that Fourth of July day was the first time they made love and even though it was over a year ago, Buffy remembered the magic of that night clearly. Sipping champagne and lying naked under a soft blanket, wrapped in Angel’s arms as they’d watched the fireworks explode in the night sky. Her heart so happy, she thought she’d burst with joy.


That was a long time ago she reminded herself. She’d resigned herself to letting go of those happy memories, even before she was so violently introduced to Spike. She wondered if he was hoping for a re-enactment of that trip. He told her when they first met, he knew all about that day. Buffy nervously wondered what he was up to, but she kept her suspicions to herself. The last thing she needed was to have him fly off in one of his tempers.


Spike parked the car and turned to her, “So how do you fancy a picnic at sea?” he asked her cheerily. His blue eyes sparkling.


“Sounds nice,” Buffy said, trying hard to hide her nervousness.


Spike didn’t seem to notice, or he chose to ignore her unenthusiastic reply. He merely got out of the car. He came round to her side and helped her out with a gallantly outstretched hand. Buffy accepted his hand and let him lead her further onto the docks.


Buffy noticed they didn’t have the picnic supplies and tugged on his hand thinking he must have forgotten them. “Wait, aren’t you forgetting something…the picnic things?” She gestured back to the car.


“Nope, I rang the marina staff and had them get their caterers to load the boat with everythin’ we should need.” He explained. “Shall we go and ‘ave a look at what they’ve prepared for us?” He smiled and started her walking again.


Buffy could tell he’d been there before. He knew exactly where he was going. He stopped them in front of beautiful sixty foot launcher named ‘Winters Storm’ Buffy thought the name very appropriate, for both the boat and the man.


“Do you like her?” he asked, eagerly.


What could Buffy say? The boat was truly beautiful. “Yes, she’s lovely.”


Spike beamed at her praise and helped her climb aboard. “I call her Storm for short,” he told her.


He showed her around the boat. Explaining where she’d find everything in the small galley, which was fully stocked with enough food for ten. Buffy gave Spike a raised brow look in place of a question. He shrugged his shoulders and said. “I wasn’t sure what you’d fancy so I told them to provide a good selection.”


“A good selection! Spike, there’s enough food here for a week!” Okay that might’ve been a slight exaggeration, but looking at all the various food stuff Buffy thought it wouldn’t be far off the mark from four days provisions.


“Then maybe we should stay until it’s all gone. Since you seem so worried that it’ll go to waste,” he teased.


Buffy didn’t reply. She knew he didn’t mean it.


He led her along the short narrow passageway to the master bedroom and adjoining bathroom. Buffy stood at the doorway not wanting to go any further. Spike was speaking to her from the bathroom. Suddenly stopping, when he realized she wasn’t beside him. Cautiously, he came back into the bedroom. He saw her staring at the king-sized bed.


Slowly, he walked back to her. “Buffy I didn’t brin’ you ‘ere to ‘ave sex. If that’s what you’re thinkin’ you’re wrong. I brought you ‘ere for a picnic and a sail. When we get out into the open water, you can change into a bikini and sunbathe on the top deck if you want.” He put his hands on her shoulders and she looked up at him. “And jus’ relax and enjoy the day.”


Blinking, she said, “I didn’t bring a bikini.”


Spike laughed and kissed her lips lightly. “That’s okay, I asked the marina staff to pick one up for you when I ordered the supplies,” he scanned the bedroom, but didn’t see anything that looked like it might have a bikini in it. “And since I don’t see it ‘ere, it must be with the supplies in the galley, but we’ll check and make sure it is before we leave. Besides, you know I don’t mind if they’ve forgotten it ‘cause that jus’ means you’ll be nude,” he smirked at her devilishly, wriggling his brows suggestively.


“No, that means I don’t bathe,” she replied firmly.


He laughed, stepping past her to head back to the galley, mumbling under his breath. “Spoil sport.”


Spike called to her from the galley. “Found it luv.”


Buffy followed him and found him dangling a white bikini from his fingers. She plucked it from his extended hand and checked the label. It was the right size. She blushed at the thoughts of Spike knowing such intimate details about her. Then her blushed deepened when she thought about him buying all that sexy lingerie for her.


“Why are you blushing?” he asked, smiling.


“What! I am not.”


He chuckled. “Oh yes you are,” he moved closer to her. “Are you havin’ naughty thoughts again…and if you are, for my sake please tell me what I can do to persuade you to share them?” he teased.


Buffy’s blush must have deepened even more, because Spike laughed louder. Feeling picked-on, Buffy tried to distract him. “Why don’t I put these things away and you can go and do, whatever it is you have to do to get us underway.”


“Aye aye captain,” he laughed. “But don’t think for a second I’m goin’ to let this drop. I’ll figure a way to make you reveal your naughty thoughts.”


Buffy didn’t know what to say to that. Spike kissed her and headed back up top. A few minutes later she felt the boat’s engines roar to life and they started to move off.


Buffy stowed all the food in the cupboards and fridge before putting the bikini in a drawer in the bedroom then she retrieved her book from her bag in the lounge. Spike heard her and called out to her.


“Will you bring me a beer luv?”


She collected his beer and one for herself and went up top to him.


“Thanks luv.” He took the bottle from her hand and arched a brow at her, when he saw the other bottle of beer. “I didn’t know you drank beer,” he said.


“Oh! So you don’t know everything about me.”


“No…not everythin’ but I know more then you could imagine.”


“What about you?”


“Me…you want to know ‘bout me?”


“Yes.”


“Okay…go ahead and ask. If I can answer I will, but there are some things you might ask that I’ll never tell, but I’ll do my best…so ask.”


It was that simple. Buffy pondered what to ask him first. Should she do a slow build up and start with his childhood, or go in at the deep end and ask about his life now and the events that led to their lives being thrown violently together.


No, better not risk that temper. Childhood it is then.


“Tell me about your family,” she said.


“Okay let’s see…well I’m an only child. I think I told you that once before,” she nodded. “My dad’s a lawyer and my mum was a teacher.”


“Was?”


“Yeah she passed away when I was a nipper. My dad brought me up after that, but he was a busy chap and as soon as I was old enough, he packed me off to boardin’ school.”


Just that sentence alone was enough to give Buffy some idea as to the lonely upbringing he must’ve had.


“Did you see much of your dad?”


“Only when I was home on the holidays, but even then he was workin’ all the time. I’d stay with my aunt for most of the school breaks.”


“Do you see much of him now?”


“Who my dad?” She nodded her head. “No…I haven’t seen him in years. We don’t see eye to eye and we probably never will.”


“Me neither…with my dad I mean. I haven’t spoken to him since my graduation. He turned up at the ceremony with a girl younger than me acting like a complete fool, embarrassing me and my mom in front of everyone. So I thought ‘Hey! My mom doesn’t need this. Dawn doesn’t need this and I certainly don’t need this. In fact, we don’t need you. So I told him that and he’s never bothered us since…he really was kind of a waste of space, but that’s life.”


Spike was quietly stunned. This was the first time she’d ever volunteered any information about herself and he wanted to keep her opening up. The fact he already knew everything about her father he kept to himself. He could just imagine her all angry in defense of her mum and little sis, telling her womanizing father to sling his hook. The image brought a smile to his face.


She sighed and shrugged. “So why did you fall out with yours?”


“Well that’s a long story pet, but I’ll give you the short version.” He cut the engines on the boat and dropped anchor.


Buffy looked around. They were in the middle of the ocean or so it seemed to her because she couldn’t see land. Spike made himself comfortable on the cushioned seating area and patted the seat next to him waving her over.


When she settled in next to him, he continued. “My dad wanted me to be a lawyer, jus’ like him, so he made me take a law course when I went to uni, but that wasn’t what I wanted to do, but I did it to keep the peace. Not that there was much of that between us, both hot headed, both bad tempered. Put us in the same room and it would be a bleedin’ miracle if a row didn’t break out within five minutes.” He paused to take a swig of his beer. “But I did the law thing jus’ to make him happy, show him I could be the kind of son he wanted, but it wasn’t enough and no matter what I did it was never enough, but I was young then and didn’t realize his expectations of me were unrealistic, so I kept tryin’…or at least I did until I met Dru.”


He took another long swallow of his beer, draining the bottle dry.


“I knew the minute I met Dru that she would change my life forever, and she did. A week after meetin’ her I quit my dad’s law firm in a blazin’ spectacle of an almighty row, never to go back and never to see or talk to him again. In that one short week, Drusilla showed me what my life could be like away from a domineerin’ father and a life of boredom in a job I didn’t even want to do.”


“So you fell out with your dad, because of Drusilla?”


“Yeah, I wanted her, and to ‘ave her meant I’d ‘ave to give up everythin’ and follow her.”


“So you did it for love?”


“Yeah.”


“Was it worth it?”


The question stunned him. In all these years he’d never asked himself was it worth it. Now here, Buffy was asking him and he wasn’t prepared to answer.


“I don’t know, I thought it was because I loved her and I thought she loved me, but she didn’t. By the time I discovered she wasn’t exclusive with me, it was too late…no one leaves the family.” He tilted her chin up and gazed into her eyes and whispered. “No one.”


*****


Spike was in the galley preparing their picnic. Buffy had changed into the bikini and was sunbathing on the top deck. She was listening to the radio and trying to read her book at the same time. It was an old favorite and she’d read it before, so she didn’t mind that her thoughts kept skipping back to their earlier conversation. She kept going over the things he told her about his time with Drusilla. How she’d introduced him to Masters, who had taken an instant liking for the reckless young hot head.


Spike told her, how Drusilla made him feel as if he’d finally found a place where he belonged. Masters encouraged him to learn all he could about the family and their businesses. Spike’s background in law was put to a much better use and he found himself using his training in a much more profitable and entertaining way.


To begin with, Drusilla lavished him with her love and attention. They became lovers and traveled all over the world, working for Masters’ ‘family’. They were the family…Angel, Darla, Drusilla and Spike…they were young and Masters favorites. Though Spike explained that Darla didn’t travel that much with them, Masters liked to have her close at hand, but the three of them were together for a long time before Angel came to L.A.


Spike talked about those five years with Drusilla with reluctance. His answers to her questions were colorless with so little detail that Buffy was left without a clear picture, as to how they’d spent their time together. The best she could figure out was that after Angel left for L.A, Drusilla spent a lot of her time ill and Spike spent a lot of his time looking after her.


Feeling a bit adventurous, she decided to ask him to tell her what life had been like with Angel, but he clammed up tight, refusing to even relate one story that involved Angel. “Oh! No that’s where I draw the line…there’s nothin’ I care to tell you ‘bout that bastard, ‘cause there’s certainly nothin’ to tell you that would make you happy. So drop it Buffy I won’t tell. You wanted to know ‘bout me and I’ve given you a fare bit for now, in fact enough for now. I’m goin’ to fix the food, why don’t you read or sunbathe, or both.” Spike got up and marched away, ending the conversation completely.


*****


They sat on the floor of the lower deck. Spike had pulled the cushions off the seats and spread the picnic out in front of them on a blanket. Spike was munching on a big double-decker sandwich and Buffy was trying to tackle a huge chicken salad. The food was simple, but lovely and the combination of sun and sea air felt so good, Buffy felt herself really begin to relax for the first time in weeks. She was mildly surprised when she realized this and wondered if it was possible she was getting used to Spike.


He’d opened up a bit and that went a long way to helping her feel more comfortable. At last, she knew something about him that helped to make him seem just a bit more like a real person, with a real life and history and not just a tyrant hell bent on controlling hers.


“How’s the food luv?” he asked breaking into her musings.


“Mmm…good,” she mumbled around a mouthful of chicken.


Laughing and shaking his head, Spike picked up her napkin and wiped salad dressing from the corner of her mouth.


“Now why did I wipe that away when I could’ve kissed it away?” he asked her still shaking his head. “Never mind I’ll jus’ kiss you anyway.”


Buffy tried to move back, but she wasn’t quick enough and his mouth caught hers in a swift kiss. He was still laughing when he pulled back. Buffy just scowled at him, stuffing more chicken into her mouth so he wouldn’t try that again.


After she finished her salad, Spike tempted her with some fresh fruits he’d sliced and chilled. Picking up a slice of peach, he brought the juicy fruit to her mouth and coaxed her to eat it from his fingers. Uncertain of the game he was playing, Buffy pulled back and tried to take it from him.


“C’mon Buffy please don’t be shy…indulge me,” he pleaded.


He’d moved as close to her as the picnic things would allow. Buffy was glad she’d thought to cover herself with the white cotton robe she found hanging in the bathroom, before sitting down to eat. He was looking at her with a small smile on his lips and a playful gleam in his pretty blue eyes. Hesitantly, she opened her mouth and allowed him to slip the piece of fruit between her lips.


As he withdrew his hand, he brushed her lips with his fingers, painting them with the sticky peach juice. Buffy raised her napkin to wipe her mouth, but Spike caught her hand stopping her. He was staring at her mouth waiting to see what she’d do. He groaned as she began to lick the liquid from her lips. Slowly, he moved forward to press a kiss to her juicy lips.


It started slow and soft, but soon Spike was hauling her over the picnic blanket to rest her on his knee while he deepened the kiss, exploring her peach flavored mouth. Abruptly, he broke off the kiss and sat her on the empty spot next to him. Before she could blink, he disappeared back inside the boat. Moments later, he came back carrying a carton of ice cream. He dropped down next to her and put the desert on the picnic blanket beside him.


“Come ‘ere,” he whispered to her, patting his knee.


Buffy gulped when she realized what he wanted to do. Panicking, she tried to rise but he grabbed her around the waist as she got to her knees and pulled her back onto his lap. She squirmed and twisted in his grasp in an effort to get away from him.


“I told you once before that your wrigglin’ around got me all excited, so if that’s what you’re hopin’ to do then by all means…keep wrigglin’ please,” he breathed in her ear.


Buffy froze. Spike had his arms locked around her, but he slowly loosened them when she stopped fidgeting. He kissed her neck, which smelt of coconut suntan lotion. Spike groaned, dizzy with the effects of holding her on his lap and the taste of her coconut-flavored skin on his lips.


Picking up the ice cream, he scooped a spoonful up and offered it to her. Buffy pursed her lips tight together, stubbornly refusing his attempts to feed her.


Sighing, Spike put the ice cream back down. He caught her chin in his fingers and turned her face to him, kissing her softly.


Gently, he traced the outline of her mouth with his tongue, coaxing her to open up for him. When she resisted, he tilted her right back in his arms. Her hands came up to clutch his shoulders in an automatic gesture to prevent her from falling backwards. She gasped as he leaned over her and taking complete advantage of her little gasp, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, kissing her long and deep.


Buffy was powerless. Her heart was racing and she could feel herself slipping under a shroud of weightlessness. Her body didn’t feel like it was her own. She was dizzy. She couldn’t think and all he was doing was kissing her. Buffy kissed him back, unable to fight the sensations that were surging within her.


Spike just held her in his arms resisting the urge to let his hands explore her bikini-clad body under the robe. He had other designs on her and if he started to touch her, he’d never get to just hold her on his knee and feed her ice cream. He’d want to go much further and he already told her he didn’t expect sex. If he could persuade her to indulge this one fantasy, that would be as good as sex.


Dizzy with the kiss and ready to explode, Spike pulled back to gaze at her. She still had her eyes closed. Her breath was coming in soft little pants between her slightly parted lips. Spike gave a torturous groan when her little pink tongue came out to lick her lips, as if she were trying to taste the remains of his kiss. She opened drugged eyes and gazed at him.


Smiling, Spike slowly righted her in his arms. He was pleased she didn’t lower her hands, but continued to let them gently rest on his shoulders. He picked up the spoon and offered her the treat. To his great delight, she opened her mouth and let him feed her the ice cream, without resisting.


Double chocolate with cherries was Buffy’s favorite and somehow she didn’t think it was a coincidence Spike was feeding it to her. Somehow he knew. Just like he knew what sizes to buy her lingerie and all about the details of her time with Angel, and all those other things about her friends and family.


“How did you know it was my favorite?” she asked.


His eyes flickered up to hers. He’d been gazing at her mouth as she ate.


He smirked at her. “Good guess.”


“I don’t believe you…all those things you know about me, about my friends and family and…and me and Angel. How did you find out?”


“That’s a secret.”


She turned her head, refusing the next spoonful of ice cream. Spike sighed, seeing she wouldn’t cooperate until he gave her an answer.


“Wesley, its part of his job to find out the details of peoples lives,” he told her. He had no intentions of telling her about the journals or the surveillance, but she wasn’t stupid and she’d finally come to the point where she required some kind of explanation. So he decided to give her some of the truth.


“It’s pretty routine really. When I need information on someone I get a specialist to ferret out all the little details on that person. From where they went to school, when they were five years old, right through their lives to present day and how much money they ‘ave in the bank. Wesley’s very good at his job. There’s very little he doesn’t manage to find out ‘bout a person.” Spike offered her the ice cream again and she took it gazing at him expectantly.


“Your life was an open book Buffy. Wesley didn’t ‘ave to work very hard to find out the details of your life and that’s not surprisin’ you had nothin’ to hide, so nothin’ was hidden. Anyone could’ve found out the things I did, if they’d put their mind to it.” He paused, feeding her more of the chocolate treat. “As to how I found out about your involvement with Angel,” he shrugged. “That I’ll never tell and it shouldn’t matter how I found out. What matters is that I did. Now does that satisfy your curiosity some?”


Resentment towards Wesley surged in her, but just as quickly died as she realized he was probably only following Spike’s orders. She wasn’t convinced Spike was telling her everything. It sounded a bit too simple to cover the vast amounts of obscure details he knew about her, like the chocolate ice cream and the underwear.


“Some, but it still doesn’t explain how you know what my favorite ice cream is, or…or…” she trailed off.


“Or what?” he asked, curious as to what was making her blush this time.


She leaned in slightly, as if she was about to tell him something she was afraid might be overheard by someone and whispered, stammering and blushing. “Or what size to buy my…underwear in.”


Spike threw his head back and roared with laughter. She was blushing over her undies. Well that’s the funniest…how many other women these days, would blush over a thing like that, he wondered. She had to be the sweetest little thing he’d ever come across and she kept getting sweeter by the day.


His laughter was slowing down and when he caught sight of her angry little scowl, he sobered completely.


“Well,” he said, suppressing his chuckles. “The ice cream was a coincidence,” she arched a skeptical brow at him. “It was! Remember, I told the marina staff to stock the boat with a good selection of food. I guess you were jus’ lucky they sent your favorite ice cream, but now that I know it’s your favorite I’ll be sure to get the kitchen’s to stock up on it too, ” she still didn’t look completely convinced. “I didn’t know, I swear. Jus’ like I didn’t know ‘bout the beer,” he put his hand over his heart in a sincere gesture.


Belief was beginning to show on her face. Spike snaked his arms around her waist pulling her in tight. “Now your underwear is a different story.”


He watched the blush slowly creep back up her pretty face. And again there was no way he was going to tell her the truth about how he knew that little detail about her. Gilbey had headed the team that set up the surveillance cameras in her apartment and it was Gilbey, who brought him the intimate details about her wardrobe. Spike felt sickened at the thoughts of Gilbey being anywhere near her lingerie drawer, or of him touching her things to find out that one little detail, but the damage was done and there was nothing he could do about it now. To spare her any distress, he lied.


“You ‘ave several store cards with some of the large department stores in town, right?” she nodded her head. “Well in the course of Wesley findin’ out the details of your life, it was revealed that you made regular purchases with these stores and Wesley got me a complete run down on the items you bought and on that list was a detailed description of everythin’ and that included sizes.”


“Oh.”


Spike fed her some more ice cream. Using the same spoon, he helped himself to some. “Mmm I can see why it’s your favorite, it’s delicious.”


He spent several minutes feeding the two of them the dessert, carefully watching her face. She seemed satisfied with his story and he was more than happy to let the subject drop and just concentrate on watching her eat. She had plaited her hair into a long braid when she changed to sunbathe and the short white robe almost looked like a short dress, giving her the appearance of a little girl young and sweet. Spike was thrilled she was sitting on his knee letting him feed her ice cream. It was a fantasy he hoped she’d participate in again. It was just lacking in one small detail.


He fed her another spoonful of ice cream. “This is lovely. Do you like it?”


Puzzled, Buffy looked at the spoon in his hand. “You know I do. I just told you it’s my favorite,” she said.


“I didn’t mean the ice cream. I meant this,” he waved the spoon over the boat. “Being ‘ere on the boat. On the ocean…” Buffy looked around. It was lovely. The day was warm and sunny, the sky was blue, and the water was calm and sparkly. She nodded her head. “And being ‘ere with me. Sittin’ on my lap, eatin’ your favorite ice cream, do you like that too?”


Buffy stared at him, how am I supposed to answer that? She wondered. She could say ‘no’ and that was the safest thing to say, because she couldn’t possibly admit to him that a part of her did like being here with him. Though she wasn’t too sure about the sitting on his knee and having him feed her ice cream part. It was too dangerous to give him any kind of an answer, so she said nothing.


Spike smiled at her, as if he guessed her reasons for staying silent. “I like it,” he whispered and placed a small kiss on her chocolate flavored lips.


“I like being ‘ere with you. Holdin’ you on my knee and watchin’ you lick ice cream from your lips,” Buffy gasped at the look in his eyes. They were filled with an intense desire that burned bright. Sitting where she was, she couldn’t help but feel the hard evidence of how much he liked it. “And do you know what else I’d like?”


She shook her head and whispered, “No what?”


He put the spoon and carton down on the blanket and pulled her in close to his chest, kissing her lips and face. “I’d like…NO…I’d love to hear you call me daddy.”


Buffy gasped shocked at his admission. She vividly remembered the last time he asked her to call him daddy, but he’d only been teasing then. She remembered how he laughed at her scandalized shock. Looking at him now, Buffy didn’t think he was teasing this time. He seemed very serious. She also remembered she had told herself that if he wanted to sit her on his knee and have her call him daddy, then she could do it. Buffy swallowed.


Spike leaned over her tilting her back again, kissing her breathless. He only gave her enough time to draw breath before kissing her again and again and again. She was dizzy by the time he pulled back. Gently, he rubbed his cheek against hers and whispered in her ear. “Will you Buffy, sweet Buffy. Will you call me daddy…please?”


Spike could feel her trembling in his arms. He pulled back to see her face. Her eyes were half shut and her lips were red and swollen from their heated kisses. Spike had noticed, even if she hadn’t that she was responding much quicker to his kisses, joining in much earlier and participating more fully. He waited with anticipation for her answer.


But Buffy was shy. She needed more coaxing. He placed a trail of kisses along her neck sucking on all the sensitive spots, murmuring sweet words to her while he worked his way over her collarbone, licking the little hollow at the base of her throat. She was panting slightly. Spike continued to work his way further down. Pushing aside the folds of her robe, he kissed the soft swell of her breasts. She moaned.


Using his teeth, he lowered the fabric of her bikini, exposing her pretty pink bud to his view. Slowly, he licked her nipple with his wet tongue. Buffy gasped and arched her back, pushing her breast nearer to his mouth. Happy to oblige her, Spike opened his mouth and sucked hard on her nipple.


Her hands were in his hair. Spike wondered if she realized just how much it turned him on, just to feel her little hands tangled in his hair encouraging him to suckle at her breast. He groaned into her flesh.


His mouth still suckling at her breast he heard her moan. Spike moved to capture her mouth in a passionate kiss. He covered the breast he’d been suckling at with his hand, rubbing her hard nipple with his fingertips. Her hands were still in his hair, but now she was playing with the tight curls at the nape of his neck while returning his kiss with equal passion.


Spike was determined, he knew what he wanted and this time he wasn’t letting her go until he got it. He released her mouth and pulled back, scanning her lovely face he whispered, “Please Buffy…my sweet Buffy…my little girl…please say it.”


Her eyes opened. Green like the ocean, cloudy like a storm. Spike could clearly see her desire building in their depths while his desire for her swelled. She licked her lips and gazed into his eyes. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and tugged him back to her mouth. He closed his eyes, thrilled that she was initiating a kiss and happy to let her take what she wanted. He let her pull him down. Just as their lips were about to meet she breathlessly murmured against his mouth. “Daddy.”


Spike’s eyes flew open. He found her looking at him. He groaned and squeezed her breast, rolling the little nipple under his thumb and she said it again low and breathless. “Daddy.”


Groaning, Spike kissed her fiercely. Thrilled and aroused by her and how she’d given in to him and pandered to his fantasy. He was getting closer he could feel it. She was weakening to him…to herself. Spike was sure it wouldn’t be much longer before she surrendered to him. The thought excited him.


One of her hands slipped down from his neck to his face and she gently caressed his cheek. Spike was thrilled all over again with this caress. It was another first for her, to touch him in any way that could be read as affectionate.


Giving her one final kiss, Spike tugged her upright. Startled, she fumbled at her bikini top and robe, covering herself.


Spike smiled at her. “Beautiful girl,” he kissed her cheek. “Sweet girl,” he kissed her other cheek. “My girl,” he kissed her brow. “Thank you,” he kissed her lips and released her.


She sat there on his lap dazed and unable to move, despite the fact that he’d freed her. Buffy had been so sure he wouldn’t stop there and now that he had, she was disappointed. She clung to him for a few moments, then when she realized what she was doing she let go and stood up, embarrassed and blushing. Glancing at him nervously, she moved away putting a bit of distance between them.


Spike picked up on this and immediately realized she’d wanted more. She was blushing and nervously shuffling from foot to foot, but he’d seen the flash of disappointment in her eyes before she stood up. Spike was so tempted to just pick her up, carry her to the bedroom and continue this.


Then it occurred to him, that this was better. To leave her wanting would only make her want more…and all the sooner. So he pushed down his natural urges. Holding Buffy’s eyes, he slowly stood and unashamedly adjusted his hard-on within his jeans. As he anticipated, her blush deepened when she saw the blatant male gesture. Smirking, he casually walked over to her frozen form and kissed her chastely on the lips.


“Would you like me to…” her eyes widened in alarm and flickered to his groin. Spike nearly laughed. “Get you a drink?”


She blinked at him. Her eyes darting to his hard-on and back to his face.


“Huh.”


“I said, would you like me to get you a drink?”


“Oh…er…yeah…yes please.”


Smirking broadly, he kissed her lightly and headed back towards the galley. “What do you want? Another beer?” he called over his shoulder.


Beer…yes, beer is a good idea, she thought. “Yeah that would be fine thanks,” she called after him.


Feeling suddenly weak, Buffy staggered over to the nearest seat. She dropped down heavily. Her skin felt hot and tight, like she’d been in the sun too long, but she suspected it had more to do with being completely aroused by Spike. Desperately she tried to calm her flushed body. God this is driving me crazy, or rather he is. Now he had her wanting more just with a few kisses. She could still feel the strength of his passion swirling in her, pulling at her body in strange ways. She was shocked by how thrilling it had been to whisper those words to him. In giving him what he wanted, she discovered she had enjoyed it too. Buffy hadn’t expected that. She squirmed on her seat. Feeling the moist evidence of her arousal between her legs. Well there was no way she could continue to sunbathe now, not when she’d probably soaked the white bikini bottoms.


Spike came back with their beers. He handed one to Buffy as he sat in the seat opposite her. He glanced at the remains of their picnic. The ice cream had melted. Spike smiled at the thought. The ice cream wasn’t the only thing to be melting. He looked at Buffy. She was gazing sightlessly out across the ocean. Her face was still flushed and her breathing was a little erratic. Spike guessed she was struggling with her arousal and was again tempted to do something about it…for both of them. No…if she wanted him to help her in
any way then it would be better if she came to him.


Spike leaned back in his seat and sipped his beer, staring sightlessly out to sea.

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Chapter Twenty Nine.


Counting the Days.


The rest of their day was spent relaxing. Using the excuse of not wanting to risk another migraine attack by being exposed to too much sun, Buffy changed back into her dress. She sat in the shade under an awning Spike had erected for her so she could read her book.


Following her example, Spike had done the same, but after an hour of quiet reading, he decided to change and go for a swim. He tried to coax Buffy into joining him, but no matter how much he sweet-talked her, she refused to put her bikini back on and swim with him.


Sensing a barrier had gone up, Spike decided not to push her and left her to read her book in peace.


Later, they climbed up to the top deck to sit and watch the sun go down, quietly lost in their own thoughts. Wordlessly, Spike pulled Buffy into his arms and just held her as the sky turned orange and pink and eventually faded into lavender and purple. Spike smiled content in the moment.


Not realizing they were going to be gone for the whole day, Buffy hadn’t brought a jacket or a sweater, so Spike fetched one from his cabin for her. The black lamb’s wool drowned her petite frame, making her look like she was a little girl wearing her father’s clothes. The thought excited Spike all over again and he had to adjust his hard-on every time he thought about her wearing his clothes and calling him Daddy.


A saucy fantasy began to form. He imagined Buffy wearing one of his button-down silk shirts with nothing but a pair of pink cotton panties underneath, sitting on his knee while he hand fed her chocolate treats. Better yet, she would be dressed as a schoolgirl…Oh yeah! Now that really would be something…I could play the school teacher and teach her a few lessons, and if she’s very naughty, I’ll need to administer a certain amount of punishment…But Spike wasn’t too sure if she would go along with that - not after he’d spanked her, but only time would tell - after all he’d managed to persuade her to call him daddy. Maybe over time there were other, more adventuress things he could persuade her to do.


Shaking the naughty fantasy, Spike busied himself with getting their dinner prepared. Buffy kindly offered to help, but Spike didn’t trust himself with her in the cramped galley. He shooed her away so he could work alone and calm down.


Dinner was a simple affair. Spike admitted he didn’t cook that often so his skills were a bit limited. Buffy couldn’t find any fault with the steak and baked potato he presented and she loved the salad and sour cream dressing he teamed it up with. Desert was a simple shop bought strawberry cheesecake, but Buffy didn’t mind. She’d eaten it with glee.


Spike smiled at her and topped up her wine glass. The barrier of earlier had crumbled over dinner and she was laughing and talking about her friends. Now that Spike had met them, it was possible for him to talk about them too. Buffy sipped her wine, laughing as she recalled the look on Xander’s face when he’d seen the mini screen. Spike told her he liked her friends and that Oz had reminded him of a friend from uni.


The evening wore on and they chatted over the remains of their meal for a long time. Spike wondered if Buffy realized how much she’d drunk. She’d easily had three large glasses on top of the couple of beers from earlier in the day. She was positively glowing. She’s going to feel it much worse when the fresh air gets to her, he thought.


Knowing that he had to drive them back, Spike wisely stopped after one glass, but maybe he shouldn’t have kept topping her glass up. Still a bit tipsy, giggly and talkative, Buffy was also a relaxed and happy Buffy and
Spike liked that. It wouldn’t do her any harm to let herself go for once…maybe she’ll let down a few more barriers if she’s relaxed enough. Spike pushed that bad thought away. There was no way he’d want their first time together to be when she was drunk.


Looking at the time, Spike realized how late it was and they still had to get back to the marina and drive home. He cleared the dinner things back into the galley. They loaded the dishwasher and tidied up the rest of the dinning area and galley before heading back inland.


*****


It was very late when they drove back. Buffy sat next to Spike in the Mercedes lost in her thoughts, pleasantly lulled by the motion of the car and the large quantity of wine she had drunk with dinner. Now they were on their way back. Her thoughts turned to what tomorrow would bring and how she would cope with their strange new working arrangement. It would mean spending even more time in Spike’s presence. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. He was concentrating on driving the car, humming some tune she couldn’t place. That’s new, she thought, Spike humming.


Spike caught her looking at him and smiled at her. “What are you smilin’ at pet?” he asked.


Smiling! Was I smiling? Well maybe I was. “You’re humming,” she chuckled.


Spike grinned back at her. She’s sloshed, he thought, amazed. “Am I pet…is it botherin’ you? I’ll stop if you want me to.”


“No…no it’ss not bothering me it’ss juss funny, I’ve never heard you humm before,” she said.


Oh yeah! She’s drunk. She’s slurring her words and giggling like a kid. Now this is funny,he thought with humour. “Well, why don’t I turn the radio on and that way I’ll ‘ave somethin’ to hum along to?”


Spike turned on the radio and fiddled with the tuner until he found a station he liked. Soft jazz music filled the car. Spike glanced at Buffy. She was scowling. I guess she doesn’t like jazz. “Why don’t you see if you can find somethin’ more to your taste?” he suggested.


Grinning, Buffy leaned forward and tuned the radio into the first dance station she found. Loud thumping dance music blared out of the speakers making Spike jump. Arching a brow, he stared at her. Buffy was practically dancing in her seat.


And it just keeps getting funnier and funnier, he thought smirking. Why! Oh! Why! aren’t I at home for this entertainment, he wondered. Spike spotted a sign for an all night services station two miles further down the road and decided she needed some coffee. He pulled into the parking lot and turned to her. He had planned on bringing her into the diner but one look into her glazed eyes told him to buy the coffee to go.


Taking the keys out of the ignition, he said. “Wait ‘ere luv, I’m jus’ goin’ to get some coffee.”


He left her sitting in the car listening to the radio, knowing she wouldn’t be able to go anywhere. He had the keys.


For a Sunday night, it wasn’t surprising the diner was nearly empty. Spike got served quickly, paid for their coffees, and left.


Using his back to push the heavy swinging doors open, Spike saw Buffy wasn’t in the car. A sudden bolt of fear struck him, followed swiftly by a flood of anger. Putting the coffees on the hood of the car, he scanned the surrounding area. His heart was beating madly. He didn’t see her on his first sweep. Fear and anger were swelling inside him in equal mass measures.


Fearing, she’d set off on foot, he made a quick scout of the building but there was still no sign of her. After completing a full circuit, Spike found himself back in front of the diner. She must have gone straight to the road but which way would she have gone? Well there was only one way to find out and that was to go look.



I’ll fuckin’ kill her. What the bloody hell does she think she’s doing - after all the times I’ve warned her what would happen if she tried anythin’ like this - and what does she go and do the first fuckin’ chance she gets…I’ll kill her…NO, I’ll catch her and kill her fuckin’ family - or I’ll make her watch me string Angel from a meat hook and use a cattle prod on him
for hours…


His internal rant went on and on. He was about to start the car and drive off in search of her until he saw her coming out of the diner. Stunned, he just sat there staring at her as she made her way on wobbly legs back to the car. She opened the door and climbed in beside him, looking pale and washed out. She flinched when she saw the angry look on his face.


Spike exploded. “WHAT THE FUCKIN’ HELL DO YOU THINK STAY ‘ERE MEANS BUFFY?”


She cowered back against the door fearing he was about to hit her.


“I don’t believe you. How could you be so fuckin’ stupid - what the bleedin’ hell were you doin’ in there?” He was breathing hard, clearly worked up and in a foul temper.


She just blinked at him, nervously twisting the hem of her dress in her hands.


“FUCKIN’ HELL, ANSWER ME,” he yelled.


“I…I w-wasn’t feeling very well…I went to use the bathroom…I didn’t think…I wasn’t trying to get away.” Her eyes were full of fear.


Spike could see she was trembling and pale. He reached over to feel her brow. She flinched. He ignored her cringe and pressed his hand to her skin. She felt cool and clammy.


Frowning, he asked. “Were you sick luv?” His anger was draining away.


She nodded her head. Her eyes were large and dark in her pale face. Now Spike was looking, he could see she looked pretty sick. Considering the amount of wine she’d drank, it wasn’t surprising. Now he was feeling guilty for yelling at her, though he realized it was mostly fear that had fueled his out burst. The anger he felt had developed from the thought that she would rather risk her life out in the dark in the middle of nowhere than stay with him. Now she’d proved she wasn’t attempting to get away, and even if the chance came along, Spike was sure she wouldn’t make a serious attempt. She believed in his threats too much.


Spike reached over and opened the glove compartment. He handed her a box of tissues. He regretted throwing the coffees away. Now, there was nothing to give her to drink.


“Do you want to go in and sit down for a bit - maybe ‘ave a drink?” he asked.


She shook her head. “No…but a drink would be good.”


“Okay, do you want to come in with me or do you want to wait ‘ere?”


“I’ll wait here if you don’t mind.”


“No, I don’t mind. I’ll only be a few minutes, but if you think you’re goin’ to be sick again or if you need me, jus’ honk the horn - okay?”


Buffy nodded and Spike got out of the car. This time, when he came back, she was still there. She was leaning her head back on the headrest and her eyes were closed. She jumped when he opened the door and sat in next to her. Before settling himself fully behind the wheel, Spike handed her the drinks. Once he was comfortable, he took one back.


“I got you some herbal tea. The woman behind the counter said it was good for settlin’ an upset stomach, but jus’ in case you don’t like it, I bought you some bottled water…‘ere.” He fished the small plastic bottle of chilled water out of his jacket pocket and handed it to her.


“Thank you,” Buffy took the bottle from him and placed it on the open tray of the glove compartment. The plastic cup in her hand was full of peppermint tea and Buffy knew she would appreciate that more at the moment. Although she was still wearing Spike’s lamb’s wool sweater, she was freezing. The hot tea would go a long way to warming her up and help calm her roiling stomach.


Spike saw her shivering and slipped his jacket off. He draped it over her knees. “There…is that better luv?” He asked, tucking the edges of the jacket around her slim legs.


“Yes…thanks - but won’t you be cold?”


“No I’m okay, besides once we get underway again the car will soon warm up.” He watched her sip her tea. She had both hands wrapped around the little cup, trying to glean some of its warmth. “Buffy.”


“Hmmm.”


“I’m sorry…for yellin’ at you. I shouldn’t ‘ave jumped to conclusions and I’m sorry if I frightened you.” Spike hoped she could see the sincere look on his face in the dim light of the car.


Buffy was silent for a few moments and Spike didn’t think she was going to reply, but then she did.


“Don’t.”


“Huh?”


“Don’t say you’re sorry when we both know you’ll be yelling at me again for something I do that doesn’t make you happy, or for something you imagine I’ve done.” Buffy looked at him wondering why she bothered. “I don’t want to argue with you and I don’t want you losing your temper. I…I just want to go back to the house and go to sleep.”


“Okay, I understand. Drink your tea and I’ll drive us back.” His anger was beginning to simmer again but he didn’t want to let it get the better of him. Silently, he drank his coffee and reminded himself of how good their time together had been on the boat. If he could just learn to keep a tighter check on his temper, she would be much more open to him.


When Spike thought about how scared he’d been when he thought she’d run off, his anger refused to comply with his wishes. It swelled inside him. After what had happened back at the house that morning, he was desperate to ensure her safety.


He needed to talk to Luke to make a few moderations in their living conditions and assign one of his men to her as a permanent bodyguard. She would hate it, but that was tough. She’d just have to get used to it. He would rather put up with her sulking then risk her safety in any way.


He glanced to see if she’d finished her tea and noticed she had. Reaching over, Spike gently plucked the empty cup from her hand. She had her eyes closed and was resting her head back on the headrest again. Spike wasn’t sure if she had dozed off or if she was just avoiding him, but he figured it didn’t really matter. She was bound to be feeling rough. A rest wouldn’t do her any harm and if she was avoiding him, well then he understood that too.


He started the engine and rolled down his window so he could drop the empty cups in the trashcan as he passed. Buffy didn’t move so he guessed their pleasant time together had come to an end. Spike consoled himself with the thought that today had been a day of firsts and they had almost managed to complete it without quarrelling.


*****


When Spike pulled up outside the mansion, Buffy was fast asleep. Gently, he removed his jacket from her knees and shrugged into it. Quietly getting out of the car, he went around to the passenger side and carefully opened the door. Buffy grumbled a protest when he tried to help her from the seat. Realizing she was exhausted, he swept her up into his arms. She felt so light, he marveled at how right it felt to be holding her in this way, like she was always meant to be in his arms. Spike gazed at her in wonderment.


Walking down the hallway, he spotted Luke and Cooper, coming out of the game room. They both smirked and gave him a raised brow look when they saw the sleeping girl he was carrying.


Mildly irritated, he snapped. “Shut your gobs the pair of you.”


“Aww did you tire her out boss,” Cooper chuckled.


Luke snorted.


“Sod off and mind your own business,” he replied, trying to push the button for the elevator. It wasn’t easy with his arms full of a sleeping Buffy.


Luke and Cooper laughed at his attempts to call the lift. Enjoying themselves, they stood back and watched him struggle.


Spike snapped. “Will one of you bleeders get over ‘ere and push this soddin’ button.” Buffy stirred restlessly making mewling little kitten noises. Spike lowered his voice. “Now, before she wakes up.”


Smirking, Luke pressed the button for him and the doors opened. The three men got into the elevator.


“Did you have a good day boss?” Cooper asked with a grin on his face as he stole glances at the girl in Spike’s arms.


“Yes.” Spike knew they were only pulling his leg so he went along with it.


“Did you take the boat out?” Luke asked, one corner of his mouth quirking.


“Yes.”


“What, just the two of you?” asked Cooper, sharing a look with Luke.


“Yes.”


“So did you…fish?” Luke asked. Cooper gave a snort of suppressed laughter.


“No.”


“Must’ve been a bit boring if you didn’t get to fish,” Cooper said, struggling with his mirth.


Spike arched a brow at the pair of them. “No…it was...”


“Yes,” they both asked in unison.


“It’s none of your business what it was,” Spike answered dryly. “So don’t be asking.”


“Aww come on Spike, you haven’t told me anything about her yet. The least you can do is share what went on today,” Cooper grumbled.


Out of all his men Spike had known Cooper the longest and if it could be said, he was friendly with any one of them, it would have to be Cooper.


They had met on the same day Drusilla introduced him to Masters. They’d worked together a lot over the years, but it wasn’t until Angel left for L.A, when he started to gather his own men that Spike really got to know Cooper. The tall, quiet man had refused his offer to be his first in command. He told Spike he preferred to follow orders rather than give them. So Spike offered the position to Luke, but that didn’t stop Spike and Cooper from becoming friendly. When things got rough with Drusilla or he caught her cheating on him again, it was always Cooper, with his calm reasoning, who would manage to get through to Spike and calm him down before he committed murder. Spike had felt his absence during the last couple of weeks. Since his return from London, there hadn’t been any time to talk about anything but business.


Deciding to bend a little, Spike relented. “Fine then if you must know it was perfect.” He could see Cooper was dying of curiosity, whereas Luke was only amused.


“What the day or the girl?”


“Both.”


“In what way?” he chuckled.


“Wild horses wouldn’t drag it from me so don’t even bother trying, but I’ll tell you this, we talked and I got her to say somethin’ I’ve been dyin’ to hear her say since I first laid eyes on her.”


“Talked…well that must have made a change for you, considering you’re much more a man of action than of words,” Cooper laughed. “So tell us, what was this thing you got her to say to you that’s put such a sickening grin on your face?”


“HA!” Spike snorted. “You think I’d tell you pair of perverts…never. But she did tell me her pet name for your lot.”


Luke and Cooper exchanged puzzled, curious looks. The elevator doors pinged open onto Spike’s floor and he moved to the exit.


“Hey! Wait, aren’t you going to tell us what she calls us?” Cooper practically demanded.


Smirking, Spike walked out of the elevator and turned back to face the men still inside, Buffy safely cradled in his arms. Luke had his thumb on the button preventing the doors from closing.


“Yeah, she called you The Goonies.”


Luke and Cooper exchanged another look and simultaneously burst out laughing as Spike strode away.


*****


Spike managed to get Buffy to the bedroom without waking her. Gently, he placed her on the bed and slipped her shoes off. She looked so lovely all swathed in his sweater. Though Spike knew she would look better without it. He sat her up and began to tug the garment over her head. With that completed, he gently lowered her again. Her dress could wait for a few moments.


Spike slipped off his own shoes and jacket. He pulled his t-shirt off and turned on the shower. He brushed his teeth while the water heated and debated whether or not to wake Buffy so she could do the same.


He turned from the basin to look at her lying on the bed, but she wasn’t there. Alarmed, he quickly rinsed his mouth and went back into the bedroom. One of the balcony doors was open and he went out to look for her. She was standing with her back to him, staring into the garden. Spike guessed the fountain was the object of her focus. She glanced over her shoulder when she heard him approaching.


“Are you alright luv…aren’t you cold? He asked.


“I’m fine…I just needed some fresh air,” she said turning back to the garden. “I guess I slept all the way back.”


Standing next to her, Spike nodded his head but then realized she wasn’t looking at him and couldn’t see his head movement. “Yeah, do you still feel ill?”


“A bit…but much better than I was.” She looked at him then. “I think I’ll take a shower before I go to bed…would you mind fetching me some painkillers…please?”


“Sure luv…the showers runnin’ so you hop in and I’ll get those painkillers.” He kissed her on the brow and turned back to the bedroom.


Buffy pushed the bathroom door closed, but she didn’t notice it slip the catch. She was still feeling woozy from earlier. Intent on getting into the hot shower she undressed quickly and stepped in, sliding the shower door shut behind her.


When he came back, Spike figured she hadn’t quite made it into the shower yet. The bathroom door was fractionally open. He knocked softly but there was no reply. He looked in.


Buffy was in the shower. He could see her silhouette clearly through the opaque glass. Mesmerized by her naked beauty, Spike stood rooted to the spot watching her bathe. Instantly, his cock was hard and straining in his jeans but it was no good. He couldn’t look away, even if he wanted to. Buffy was using the sponge to soap up her body and Spike could see she was unaware she was being observed. Just like the time he’d watched her bathe in her apartment. She let the sponge glide over her limbs in whisper soft movements, first down one arm then the other, then down one leg and then the other.


Spike gulped.


Next, she dragged the soapy sponge over and around her neck and across her shoulders, then further down to her breasts. She moaned softly as the sponge caressed her breasts. Spike felt his cock respond in a throbbing fury to the sound. The sponge descended lower over her stomach and across her hips. Spike swallowed painfully around the lump that had formed in his dry throat, willing her to continue. He nearly gave himself away and groaned out loud when her free hand came up and caressed a breast. Spike could see her sliding her hand over the soft flesh, teasing her nipple with her little fingers. She moaned again and moved her hand to her other breast. The sponge continued to sweep lower and lower towards her mound and when it made contact, she groaned and her head fell back from the pleasurable sensation.


Spike was breathing hard, aching to touch her, but dying to see if she would go the whole way. Oh fuck! Is she going to…he didn’t even get to complete the thought. Yes she is. He saw her drop the sponge and slide her fingers through the wet curls between her legs.


Buffy gasped and Spike gasped with her.


She was panting and Spike knew he was trapped. He couldn’t leave but it would kill him to stay and watch, and not touch her. Coming to a decision, he stripped out of his jeans, freeing his raging cock. This afternoon on the boat, she’d wanted more and he’d denied it to her. Yet now here she was, clearly trying to achieve some satisfaction. Spike no longer wanted to deprive either of them the pleasure of being touched.


Buffy gasped when she felt a cold blast of air hit her naked skin. She jumped, shocked to see a very naked and fully aroused Spike stepping into the shower with her.


Oh God! Did he see what I was doing? One glance at his face and Buffy could tell he had. Blushing furiously, she tried to back away from him but there was nowhere to go. He was blocking the way out. Suddenly fearful about his intentions, she tried to fend him off but he was determined.


Spike caught her about the waist and pulled her flush against him. His cock pressed hard between their bodies. He kissed her shoulder and slowly worked his way up her neck to just behind her ear.


“Is there somethin’ you need Buffy?” He whispered softly in her ear.


She shook her head adamantly.


“Liar,” he chuckled. “Isn’t it much nicer when someone else helps you? I could help you, if you wanted me – to.” He brushed a hand down her back, tracing her delicate spine before letting it rest on her soft round bottom. Fuck! She has a nice bum, he thought and then he thought, bloody stubborn woman, because she was still shaking her head. “But we could help each other – you know – like we did last time. But this time it would be different, ‘cause we’d be standin’ up and in the shower. We could take turns – you know – I do you, then you do me.” He squeezed her bottom and rubbed his cock against her stomach. She moaned softly. “C’mon Buffy don’t you want a little satisfaction? I don’t mind gettin’ on my knees for you. I’ll do it real fine, make you feel so good,” he whispered seductively.


Buffy found her voice at last. “I was doing just fine on my own,” she said sarcastically.


Spike chuckled, surprised by her daring reply. “I know. I could see with my own eyes how well you were doin’ and if you’re sure that’s what you really want then by all means carry on.” He let go of her and took a step back, watching her expectantly.


Buffy blushed deeply, her eyes darting about wildly. Does he mean he wants to watch me? She thought horrified.


“Well, what are you waitin’ for?” He could see her embarrassment in the blush of her face.


“What too shy to let me watch – why, I mean what’s the difference between watchin’ your pretty little hand get you off or watchin’ mine?” He knew he was pushing her, but sex had been non- existent between them all week and he was just counting the days to next Saturday and his deadline. If he couldn’t coax her one way, maybe he could coax her another.


“Okay I get it – sweet little Buffy’s shy, but I tell you what, since you don’t want for us to go down on each other and ‘cause you’re all shy and stuff ‘bout letting me watch. Which is understandable ‘cause you’ve only watched me the one time. I’ll let you watch me again and then maybe you won’t be so shy and you’ll let me watch you.”


Spike immediately took hold of the long length of his swollen cock and began to stroke himself. Shocked, Buffy tried to get past him, but he grabbed her and pushed her back against the wall, pinning her there with his free hand pressed against her shoulder.


“Where are you goin’ Buffy? You won’t be able to watch if you go?” He whispered hoarsely, his voice full of lust.


“I’m tired. I just want to go to bed,” she replied nervously.


“Well you know we could go together and continue this in bed. Or you could stay right ‘ere and let me finish.” He was stroking his cock with slow long movements of his hand. He watched her swallow. “Well Buffy what’s it to be ‘ere or bed?”


“Neither,” she replied haughtily.


“You know when you get over thinkin’ you’re too good for me, we’ll be able to have so much fun together.” Spike wasn’t put off by her high and mighty attitude. He remembered that look of disappointment on her face from earlier. He tried another tactic. “Did you ever watch Angel jerk off?”


Buffy blushed. “Could you be much cruder?” She snapped.


Spike chuckled. “Yes – now answer the question.”


Buffy could tell he wasn’t going to back down this time and she didn’t fancy a repeat of the other day. He had her cornered, so she did the only thing she could think of. “No,” she answered him.


Spike chuckled again. “So Angel never jerked off in front of you and in all your time together, you only went down on him a couple of times. It’s my guess then, that Angel treated you like some little paragon of virtue and not like the passionate woman I know you could be – if you let yourself.” He
brushed a hand down her arm and she trembled. “Look at me Buffy,” her eyes met his. “No not my face, my cock.”


Her eyes widened at his dirty word but she stubbornly kept her eyes locked to his. He smirked at her. “What are you afraid of? You’ve seen it before. You’ve held it in your hand and you’ve even sucked it in your mouth. Are you afraid to look at it now?”


“No.”


“Then look,” he challenged.


Buffy looked down. His hand was pumping his hard cock slowly as if he was in no rush to reach climax. Though the head looked purplish blue and was leaking semen, Spike rubbed his thumb in the sticky goo every time he
reached the tip. Buffy could see the veins standing out along the length. She gasped. The sight of him fully aroused excited her, as did the fact that she was responsible for getting him in this state. Buffy had to admit he was gorgeous. His naked body all hard and muscular looked powerful and sexy. Buffy let her eyes slide all over him. Oh! God he’s so hot, she thought.


Spike leaned into her, nibbling on her neck. “Don’t take your eyes off me,” he whispered, low and husky in her ear. His hand increased the pace of his strokes and he moved a little closer to her letting his cock nudge her stomach every now and again. “Hold still now, ‘cause in a few minutes I’m goin’ to cum all over your soft little tummy and then I’m goin’ to carry you to my bed and watch you fuck yourself with your pretty little fingers.”


Buffy’s knees felt weak and her head was so dizzy from his provocative words. She pressed her hands tight against the tiles of the shower wall to prevent herself from sliding to the floor.


Spike grinned to himself, knowing he was getting to her. He was thrilled to discover she was turned on by his dirty talk and decided to share a bit more with her.


“But before I do that, let me tell you ‘bout somethin’ I thought ‘bout earlier.” He paused sucking on her shoulder while using his free hand to fondle her breasts, tweaking her nipples with gentle fingers. She moaned softly.


“When you had to borrow my sweater this evenin’ I couldn’t help thinkin’ how adorable you looked in it. Oh, just like a little girl in her Daddy’s clothes…” Buffy’s eyes shot up to his face.


“NO! Don’t look at me, look down.” She dropped her eyes again to his busy hand and his hard cock. Spike continued. “And that got me to thinkin’ what you would look like in one of my shirts – and nothin’ else. Well maybe a
pair of tiny pink panties, but definitely nothin’ else besides that and no sooner did I think of that little fantasy then another one popped into my head…” He was nearly there and if he got to tell her about his dirty little fantasy, then he was going to spill all over her. The thought was a real turn on.


“Shall I tell you what it was Buffy – my sweet little Buffy?” He was breathing hard and so was Buffy, but she didn’t answer him. Spike didn’t expect her to. “It was ‘bout you dressed as a little school girl – with your hair in little bunches and your skirt so short that when you bent over I could see you knickers,” Buffy gasped and Spike groaned.


“And of course you’d been a naughty little girl,” he could feel his balls tightening and Buffy’s little pants of breath were heavenly. “And naughty little girls need to be punished,” Buffy half gasped, half moaned. Fuck yes! She likes it, he thought.


“So being the good teacher I am, I’d bend you over my desk and lift up your skirt and pull your knickers down to your knees, jus’ so I could stroke your pretty little bum and then I’d take my big ruler -” he rubbed his cock suggestively against her stomach. “And fuck you till you scream and–”


Unexpectedly, Buffy reached forward and fondled his balls. Spike came with a yell. “OH! FUCK! YES! Yes…yes Buffy…” He grabbed her and kissed her hard. When he pulled back, he rubbed his semen into the skin of her stomach. Buffy stroked his softening cock gasping and panting.


When he calmed, he picked up the sponge and washed them both. Spike could see Buffy was on the edge. Her body all flushed with arousal. He quickly finished and turned off the shower. He wrapped her in a large fluffy towel and rubbed her dry. He wrapped her wet hair in another one before carrying her to the bed.


“Your hair will ‘ave to wait luv, I can’t wait any longer I ‘ave to watch you,” he told her.


Knowing how shy she would be about this, Spike turned off the lights and threw open the curtains. The only light that filled the room came from the balcony. He climbed back onto the bed beside her. Buffy lay there looking at him, hesitant and fearful. She blushed, suddenly shy but Spike expected that and took control. He arranged her on the bed with the towel under her damp hair and kissed her, building her arousal higher and higher. Taking her nipple between his teeth, he bit down gently. Buffy gasped and withered on the bed. Spike slowly glided his hand over her body, caressing and stroking her warm flesh with a teasing touch. He dipped his fingers into her pussy. She was like a river. Spike groaned and his mouth watered.


Buffy’s hips rose off the bed seeking his fingers again, but Spike pulled back. Lifting one of her own hands, he placed it over her mound and waited to see what she would do. He pretended to ignore her hand and went back to sucking her breasts. For a minute or two she didn’t move, so he decided to help her along.


“Don’t you want to know what your pussy feels like luv? Jus’ dip your fingers in and you’ll see it’s nice and wet – and juicy.”


She moaned against him.


“I bet your little clit is all hard like a little pearl. Touch it luv and
tell me if it feels all hard and needy.”


He turned his head and watched her slip her fingers further down into her pussy. They both groaned.


“Oh I bet that feels nice…does it luv?” She nodded her head.


Spike sat up so he could watch all of her. Keeping his voice low, he whispered. “Push your finger inside luv.”


Buffy did as he asked and moaned.


Does it feel soft?”


“Mmm.”


“Does it feel wet?”


“Mmm.”


“Push another finger in luv.” Spike slowly moved further down the bed. He watched Buffy carefully for signs she would get spooked by him moving closer to see her hand playing in her pussy, but her eyes were closed and she seemed lost in herself.


“Yeah that’s it luv…now another one.”


Buffy pushed a third finger in.


“Does that feel good luv?”


“Mmm…Oh...oh.”


“That’s it luv…now fuck that juicy little pussy.” Spike saw her eyes open and she moaned long and loud.


Oh! Yeah she’s really getting off on this, he thought. He longed to join in and he would when the time was right, but for now he was enjoying the show too much to interfere. “Oh yeah, that’s it luv…faster…good girl.”


Spike’s cock jumped back to life when her other hand touched her clit. He held his breath as he watched her spread her legs wide and rub the hard little button of flesh. She was panting and gasping, bouncing her hips up
and down on the bed. Spike could see her fingers were covered in her juices and the image turned him on so much he began to stroke his hardening cock.


OH! FUCK! YES! Look at that…she’s beautiful, he thought. He could tell she was so close. Just a bit more and then he could have his turn.


Spike positioned himself on his stomach between her legs. He looked up at her flushed face and whispered. “Come for me Buffy – come for me my beautiful girl and flood that gorgeous pussy of yours so I can drink
you all down.”


Buffy came, crying out her pleasure as the waves of her orgasm hit. Spike moved her hands and buried his face in her pussy. Buffy screamed, as a second orgasm hit her while Spike laved her wet flesh with a skilled tongue, drinking her down just as he said he would. When he’d had his fill, he moved off her. She was still whimpering and moaning softly as he cradled her in his arms.


He smiled, contented.


Spike placed her exhausted body under the covers and tossed the damp towel in the bathroom. Climbing into bed, he spooned up against her naked back letting his hands freely roam over her curves, mapping her flesh as if he was storing it to memory. Soon…very soon, she’ll be mine soon. Only five more days and she’ll be mine. The thought kept repeating itself as he drifted off to sleep.

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Chapter Thirty.

Off to Work We Go.


Surprisingly, Buffy didn’t have a headache when she woke the next morning. Spike set the alarm clock and together they dressed for the day, taking turns in the bathroom. Spike suggested they shower together but Buffy mumbled she was happy to wait her turn and for once, Spike didn’t push or make a suggestive comment.


Since it was work she was getting ready for, Buffy decided to dress accordingly, in a straight navy skirt that ended slightly above her knee. She teamed it with a snow white, fitted silk blouse, along with a nice pair of comfortable heeled navy shoes that gave both height and a nice shape to her slim legs. With a critical eye, Buffy viewed her clothes. They seemed fine for just sitting behind a desk and doing paper work. It’s not as if I need to worry about catty co-workers, they’re all men, she thought. If her outfit seemed a bit stuffy, she reminded herself that she would be spending the entire day with Spike and she would rather present a business like appearance, then dress casually and attract the wrong kind of attention from him. Besides, Spike always wears suits during the week.


She was sitting at the dressing table putting the finishing touches to her hair and make-up when Spike came back into the bedroom. He was wearing a dark, charcoal gray suit with a white and gray pinstripe shirt and a dark gray tie. Buffy had to admit he looked very hot, a perfect blend of sex and power. She quickly looked away in case he saw the admiration in her eyes.


“Wesley has taken a few days off, so I hope you didn’t ‘ave any problems with those files?”


“Nothing that we didn’t already go over,” she said.


She arranged her hair into a low knot at the nape of her neck. The style was a bit prim but Buffy figured it was better to have it tied out of her way, without worrying about tidying it up half way through the day. She wasn’t even sure what breaks if any, were going to be allotted to her during the course of the day. In fact, she had no idea how Spike spent his working hours. With a nervous swallow, she hoped he wouldn’t expect her to get involved in anything illegal. Then she wondered how he was going to conduct his normal business with her sharing his office space?


Buffy turned away from the dressing table. She needed to get the files from the other bedroom. The last time she went through them was when she worked on them with Wesley. She passed Spike on her way into the bedroom. He glanced up as she walked by. When he noticed how she was dressed, he did a double take. He dropped the paperwork back into the open brief case and followed her.


Buffy didn’t see him gazing at her as she walked away, nor did she see the look in his eyes, as he admired the sway of her hips in the tight navy skirt. Spike watched her cross the sitting room, heading for the other bedroom. When he realized where she was going, he stopped in the doorway of their bedroom and leaned against the doorframe, waiting for her to come back.


Spike scanned her appearance again as she came back into the sitting room, carrying her files. A slow smile appeared on his face.


Half way back to the bedroom, Buffy became aware of him staring at her. She looked up. He was just standing there, leaning against the doorframe, staring at her with a dirty smile on his face. Buffy stopped, wondering what the hell he was grinning at. Spike pushed off the doorframe and slowly stalked towards her. He circled her while his eyes drifted suggestively from her heeled shoes to her neat and tidy arranged hair. When he finally stopped in front of her, his eyes were glazed with lust.


“Do you ‘ave any idea how damn sexy you look dressed like that?” He smirked.


Buffy scoffed at him. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m wearing a skirt and blouse not that silly school girl outfit you were talking about last night.”


Spike closed his eyes and groaned. “No you’re not, but today you look like a school teacher and now I’m goin’ to ‘ave fantasy number one thousand and one runnin’ through my head all day.”


“Well don’t,” she snapped, blushing.


“OH! I won’t be able to help myself darling. Every time someone calls you Ms Summers I’m gonna be hard for you.” He circled her again, slowly drawing closer to her with each step.


Exasperated, Buffy heaved a big sigh. “God Spike, can’t you think of anything but sex?”


“Not when I’m around you I can’t, and it’s going to be even harder with you dressed like that,” he smirked.


“Well…you’ll just have to deal with it because I didn’t dress like this to cater to your fantasies. Now maybe we should get going.” Buffy was anxious to distract him quickly. He had that certain look in his eyes that told her he was about to misbehave.


Spike chuckled. “Yes Miss.” Before Buffy could guess his intentions, he grabbed her and pulled her flush against him. “But before I go, like a good little boy, jus’ tell me one thing.”


Buffy squirmed in his arms. “What?” she snapped irritated.


“What color underwear are you wearin’?” Spike leered at her, smirking and enjoying her blushes.


She gasped indignant, “None of your business!”


“Buffy if you don’t tell me I’m goin’ to strip you right ‘ere and find out for myself.” He saw her look of disbelief and added. “And since we’re in the sitting room, there’s every chance that one of my men could walk through that door and get a good eye full too – so tell me and I promise I’ll be good and let you go.”


“Fine then – white – are you happy now?”


“The ones with the little bows?”


“Er…” Buffy had to think for a moment. “Yes.”


“Thong or panties?”


“You said tell you one thing and I’ve told you two.” Spike growled. Buffy thought it was best to just answer him. “Thong.”


“Garter belt or hold-ups?”


“Hold-ups.”


“With lace tops?”


“Yes.”


“Aaaarrggghhh…fuck!”


“Now let go,” she told him, squirming in his grip.


Spike let go and took a shaky step back. “God! Woman you’re goin’ to be the death of me.”


*****


They were in the elevator when Buffy realized she’d left her files in the bedroom. Spike told her he was going to the dinning room without her and Marti would escort her back upstairs to retrieve the files.


So he’s back to having me watched and followed, Buffy thought. She’d hoped after the other night he was going to let her have a bit more freedom. She quickly collected the files and headed back downstairs, cursing herself for forgetting them in the first place. Now she had to walk into the dinning room alone.


Feeling nervous and self-conscious but doing her best to hide it, Buffy walked into the room. Five male heads turned in her direction and Buffy’s feelings of self-consciousness increased ten fold.


She froze by the door, aware that all conversation had ceased as she entered the room. Buffy’s eyes were drawn to Spike, who was standing next to Cooper beside a buffet table. She saw the taller man lean slightly towards Spike to whisper something in his ear. A slow leery grin spread across Spike’s face and Buffy felt her face heat up in an embarrassed blush.


Spike signaled her over by crooking a finger at her as if he were beckoning a pet or a child. Resentfully, Buffy went to him. She knew what he was doing and she didn’t like it much, but she was hardly in a position to do anything about it.


Spike was making sure she understood where she fit in. Right now, he was making sure she would obey him in front of his men. He’d already told her upstairs what he expected of her and what would happen if she displeased him. Buffy didn’t want to cause a scene of any kind, so she went to him, ignoring the other men, with her eyes fixed on Spike.


He was wearing a smug grin as she approached. “Buffy this ‘ere is Cooper, I didn’t get the chance to introduce the two of you when he got back from London. Things were a bit chaotic so–” Spike left it at that.


Buffy had discovered Spike wasn’t in the habit of explaining himself in front of his men. In fact, he rarely explained himself to anyone but her. Buffy suspected that was only because he was trying to subdue her or win her over. She believed that if he didn’t want her submission so badly, he wouldn’t explain himself at all.


Cooper held his hand out in a friendly gesture. Buffy viewed it suspiciously. None of Spike’s other men had acted in any way friendly. She glanced at Spike.


Spike chuckled. “She thinks you’re trying to trick her,” he told the other man. “She’s very suspicious of people – well actually it’s usually jus’ me she’s suspicious of.”


“Hmmm, I wonder why,” joked Cooper. “Could it be because you’ve acted in any way suspiciously towards Ms Summers – or could it be that she’s not stupid?”


Spike shrugged. “It’s a hand Buffy – you’re supposed to shake it,” he said chuckling.


Buffy stood silently as they joked about her as if she wasn’t even there. She was still annoyed by Spike’s ‘come here and obey me now’ attitude and as usual she snapped back.


She glared at him with angry eyes. ‘Only if I want to.”


Spike smirked at her. “Yes Buffy – only if you want to.”


“Then I don’t,” she snapped.


The two men chuckled. “See – what did I say – sassy as hell.”


Still chuckling, Spike took Buffy’s arm and guided her to the table away from the other man. He pulled out a chair for her and sat at the head of the table next to her. Seeing their boss was ready to eat, the others took their seats. Luke sat on Spike’s left hand side, opposite Buffy and to her relief; Gilbey took a seat on the opposite side at the end of the table beside Dixon, who was next to Luke. She avoided looking at Gilbey. Cooper sat next to her and that left only one empty seat. Buffy guessed that was where Wesley would normally sit.


The kitchen staff magically appeared and breakfast was served.


Spike used the mealtime to go over his instructions for the others and asked for updates on various projects in progress. Buffy was surprised to find everything being discussed was of a legitimate nature. She wondered if Spike had deliberately chosen to avoid all illegal topics while she was there. She didn’t think this was likely because he wasn’t shy when he explained his association with Glory and her girls.


Buffy was also surprised to find out that all of Spike’s men had offices of their own and headed their own departments in the L.A business. She should have guessed Spike wouldn’t surround himself with brainless thugs. It would seem each of his men were very capable of running their own operations and reporting back to Spike with progress reports and updates about new developments.


Buffy blinked, trying to take it all in.


After breakfast, Spike led her to his study and showed her the new workspace. He had a desk and plush leather chair brought in for her. They were both set, facing the Georgian doors leading into the garden. Spike decided he liked the arrangement because he could look at her unobserved while she was working. Wesley had followed his instructions and had an awning fitted to the wall above the Georgian doors, creating a large shaded area on the patio, along with some very comfortable patio furniture, allowing either of them to work outside if they wanted to.


When he saw her gazing at the comfy chairs on the patio, Spike could tell Buffy liked the new arrangements. It was a bit unorthodox, but if it helped her accept her new working environment more happily, then he was willing to do what was necessary. If that meant patio furniture and a sunshade, then so be it.


Spike sat with her for half an hour behind her desk, going over her work schedule for the day. When he was satisfied she knew what she was doing, he pushed the phone towards her and moved back to his own desk, allowing her to make her first call and arrange to meet with the manager and personnel officer of the first hotel.


By lunchtime, Buffy had arranged to meet with three different personnel officers from three different hotels. The first meeting was set for Tuesday morning, the second and third was scheduled for Wednesday. Briefly, she discussed her reports with each manager and officer while she took notes during their conversation. Buffy was just putting her notes in order when Spike sat on the edge of her desk. She looked up to find him looking at her with an unreadable expression.


“Are you ready for lunch luv?”


Buffy glanced up, surprised to see how much time had gone by. “Er…yeah.”


Spike used her phone to order their lunch. They sat outside on the patio to wait for it to arrive.


“So, how did you find your first mornin’?” Spike asked.


Buffy shrugged, unwilling to tell him what a relief it was to be doing something that required the use of her brain. After being on the phone all morning, she was beginning to realize just how bored she’d been during the last two weeks. “Okay.”


Spike arched a brow at her.


“Well to be honest, I’m glad to be doing something other then gym workouts and computer games. It’s kinda been a long two weeks.” Spike’s expression remained unreadable. Buffy felt a bit uncomfortable under his blank stare. She wondered what he was thinking about and why he felt the need to hide it.


“Well then, let’s hope this week flies by,” he replied.


Buffy saw his eyes gliding sensually over her legs and body. She knew exactly why he hoped the week passed quickly.


Buffy didn’t bother to reply. Instead, she went back into the office and browsed through the bookshelves for something to read. Besides the array of law and business reference books, there was a nice collection of leather bound classic novels. She settled on a Charles Dickens novel and walked back out onto the patio.


Spike smirked when he saw the book in her hand. Buffy knew he was thinking she was using the book as an excuse not to talk to him. She didn’t care what he thought. For the first time in two weeks, she’d been able to shut him out of her thoughts and she was determined, with the help of the book, to do it again. Well, at least until their lunch arrived then afterwards, she could lose herself in the distraction of work again.


Spike had other plans. She had no sooner she settled back into her seat when he picked up her feet and placed them in his lap. He slipped off her shoes and proceeded to give her a foot rub.


The look on her face was precious and he congratulated himself for successfully keeping her focus on him. Little minx thinks I don’t know what she’s up to, he thought.


Even now she was pretending indifference, hiding behind the book, holding it high so he couldn’t see her face. Spike smirked as a devilish idea popped into his head. So, she thinks she can ignore me does she – well let’s see her ignore this.


Spike ran his hand higher up her leg then swiftly delved under her skirt to the top of her lace-topped stockings.


“Hey! What’d you think you’re doing?” Buffy snapped her book shut and glared at him.


“I’m givin’ you a foot rub.” He tugged at her stocking, rolling the silky wisp down her thigh.


“Well you don’t need to remove my stocking to do it.”


“I never said I did, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to.”


“Well, I don’t want you to,” she snapped, trying to fend his hands off with her book.


Spike snatched the book from her and tossed it on the table. “And I didn’t ask you what you wanted.” The stocking was gone and he was dangling it in his hand.


Buffy glared at him, pursing her lips and fuming.


Spike chuckled and removed the other stocking. Buffy squeaked crossly.


“You do realize this is sexual harassment?”


Spike’s eyes widened with surprise as he roared with laughter. “So sue me,” he gasped between laughs. “Oh Buffy that’s hilarious, sexual harassment…sexual – yes, harassment – no. I can’t harass someone who’s secretly willingly – you know you’re jus’ playin’ hard to get.”


Spike was shaking his head still laughing at her incensed statement. Buffy was scowling at him, her green eyes shooting angry fire as his laughter died down to chuckles. His notion of reality is all twisted, probably an effect of too many years with the crazy girl upstairs, she thought.


There was a knock at the study door. “Don’t move,” Spike warned her as he got up to open the door, with her stockings dangling from his hands.


Buffy defied him and curled her feet under her. Spike came back with the cart containing their lunch. He arched a brow at her curled up legs but didn’t make any comment. Smugly, he tucked her stockings in his breast pocket, leaving them hanging out over his jacket. Smiling, Spike handed her a plate of sandwiches and a cup of coffee before sitting back in his seat to eat his lunch. Buffy shot him an angry glare and glanced longingly at her stockings as she ate.


Deciding to try ignoring him again, Buffy picked up her book and flipped to the page she had been trying to read before he interrupted her.


Smiling, Spike decided to let her play her little game. If she wanted to pretend he wasn’t there, then he’d let her – but only for the duration of lunch.


Twenty minutes later, Buffy slipped on her shoes minus her stockings and walked into the bathroom. She debated on what she should do about her stockings. Should she demand them back or should she ignore he still had them and continue to work through the rest of the day without them? The question bothered her. She was perplexed as to what to do. She really had hoped Spike wouldn’t use their working time together to taunt and hound her. She could see hoping was a waste of time. Clearly, Spike was going to keep pursuing her, wearing her down until he got what he wanted. For a fleeting second, Buffy wondered what he’d do once he got what he wanted. Would he be disappointed? Maybe he would. Some men liked the hunt then soon tired of their prey once they’d made the conquest. Would that be the case with Spike? Then she remembered Drusilla and all the years Spike remained with her. Also, Buffy knew Angel was still in love with her and that fact would probably be enough to keep Spike interested for a long time to come.


Washing her hands at the basin, Buffy gazed at herself in the mirror. She tried to visualize her future, but all she could see was too much blank space. Whereas before, she’d had hopes and dreams of a career and eventually marriage and a family and now…What? All she could see now was Spike. Saddened, Buffy closed her eyes, but he was still there. Suddenly, she was afraid to go back into the next room. She was afraid of him and her head was full of him. Buffy wasn’t sure how to deal with it all.


Taking a couple of deep breaths, she opened the door to face the blue eyed, blonde haired demon.


Spike was on the phone. Judging by his conversation, he was making some sort of travel arrangements. Buffy wondered who for. She made her way back to her desk and opened her files again, preparing to phone the next client on the list. Spike hung up and slowly made his way to her desk. He sat on the edge, again.


A few quite minutes passed with Buffy still trying to ignore him. Spike wasn’t bothered by her act.


He dangled her stockings in front of her face. “Do you want them back?”


Buffy looked at her stockings, then at him. “Yes.”


Spike slid off the desk and pulled her chair around. He knelt in front of her. Buffy thought he was going to put them back on for her. She tried to take them from him but Spike pulled his hand back and gave her a ‘don’t you dare’ look as he placed her hands on the arms of her chair. He leaned forward and kissed her long, soft, and deep.


Buffy closed her eyes, lost in the power of his kiss and taken by surprise by the sweet sensations flooding through her. She craved more. Dazed, she opened her eyes and realized he’d tied one of her wrists to the arm of her chair and was working on tying the other before finally pulling away from her when he was done.

Oh God! Not again, Buffy thought. Flushed and gasping she moaned. She looked at him but couldn’t see any of the anger she expected to see in his eyes. “Spike what are you doing?” She struggled against the silk.


“You wanted your stockings back didn’t you?”


“Yes, but I didn’t want you to tie me up with them,” she was becoming alarmed. “I don’t know what I did, but…please stop…I’m sorry.” Maybe I shouldn’t have defied him, Buffy thought. She expected him to pull his knife out of his pocket at any second.


“Sssh kitten, I never said you did anythin’ wrong. Now don’t struggle, you’ll mark your skin and then everyone will know what we’ve been up to.” He smiled at her. “And you wouldn’t want that, now would you?”


Shocked, Buffy shook her head. No, she most definitely did not want anyone seeing her marked with fresh bruises around her wrists. Spike caught hold of her hips and pulled her forward on the chair.


Buffy’s eyes darted fearfully to the door. “Spike please stop – someone could come in and–”


“No they won’t. I locked the door. ” He smirked at her, pushing her skirt up her thighs. “I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout doin’ this all morning.”


He pulled her bottom to the edge of the chair and pushed her skirt up around her hips, exposing her white thong. “Hold on tight now kitten ‘cause I’m goin’ to go down on you and if you feel the need to scream, try to remember we can be overheard.” Spike pushed her knees apart, lowered his head, and licked her through the silk and lace fabric.


He pushed the thong aside and licked her slowly with a soft wet tongue. Buffy gasped. She closed her eyes and gripped the arms of the chair tightly, as he buried his head between her legs. Soon she was panting, aching for more. His tongue slid over her wet flesh, teasing her. Buffy longed for him to touch her, but he kept his hands on her knees, caressing her with small gentle touches that nearly drove her mad.


Spike knew what he was doing. He wanted to see if she would ask him for more. He needed to know she wanted this as badly as he did and the only way to be sure was to hear her ask. Already, he was becoming use to what she liked and he knew she liked his fingers to touch her in a certain way. She liked her clit to be sucked and licked, so deliberately he held back, denying her what she wanted.


Buffy couldn’t stand it any more. She needed him to do it properly. He was holding back. She wrapped her legs around his neck pulling him closer to her heated core, encouraging him to move faster – go harder, but he didn’t. He continued with the maddening pace he’d been doing for the last…Oh God! Buffy didn’t know how long he’d been going at her, but it felt like forever. Suddenly, his tongue brushed over her clit and Buffy’s hips surged forward.


“Oh God! Spike…please I need more – I ache – please stop or…or–”


Spike ignored her plea. She would have to do better than that. He waited for her to finish her sentence. Slowly, he licked her, pushing his tongue into her juicy hole, fucking and sucking her simultaneously. She was trying to push her hips against his mouth but he stilled her with his hands, not wanting her to get what she needed unless she asked for it. He brushed his tongue over her clit again.


“Spike please – I need to come – please make me come.” She babbled.


Spike lifted his head and kissed her mouth. He was thrilled when she kissed him back so wantonly. His cock twitched and throbbed when she licked her juices from his lips, as his fingers slide nearer to her pussy.


“Do you want me to touch you Buffy?” he whispered. “Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?”


“Yes…yes,” she breathed.


He continued to whisper in her ear. “Tell me what you want me to do with my hand?”


“I…I want you to–” Buffy hated how he could sound so calm while she, after only a few strokes of his tongue, was in a state of full arousal. “I just want you to touch me.”


“Where? Here?” He rubbed her inner thigh with gentle strokes.


“Yes – no – higher,” she panted.


Spike let his hand rub higher. “Here?” His fingers brushed the lips of her pussy.


Buffy whimpered and nodded her head.


With his other hand, Spike opened her blouse and circled a nipple through her lacy white bra. Buffy’s eyes fluttered open and Spike leaned in. “Tell daddy where you want him to touch you kitten,” he whispered low, and rough.


Little chills ran up and down Buffy’s spine. Spike’s words zinged their way to her clit. Breathing hard and unable to tear her eyes from his, she whimpered. “I want him to touch my pussy.”


Spike wasn’t expecting her to join in with his little game quite so readily. He pushed her just a bit more, coaxing her to give him more. “Ask him nicely and he will,” his smile was full of longing.


“Please Spike…” he shook his head, stopping her.


“Not that. You know what I want to hear.”


“Please – Daddy – please touch my pussy,” she whispered. Buffy was so desperate to have him touch her at this point, she would have said anything to get him to appease the ache between her legs.


Spike sighed softly and slid his fingers into her wetness. She bucked against him, nearly sobbing her relief.


Spike lowered his head and lightly scraped her clit with his teeth as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. Buffy forgot all about being tied to the chair and that they were in his study. Her head was flung back as she stared sightlessly up at the ceiling, moaning and wailing as stars burst in her head. She rocked her hips, feeling his fingers deep inside her, rubbing all her secret places, letting the waves of pleasure steal her breath. Oh God how does he do that?


“Do ya like that kitten?”


“Yes – oh God yes – don’t stop – I – I’m–”


“Gonna cum?”


“Yesss…oh, oh – don’t stop.”


“I won’t. C’mon kitten cum for daddy.”


That was it. Buffy couldn’t hold on any longer. It occurred to her, the pleasure could very well kill her. It felt so good – so good. With no way to muffle her release, Buffy’s scream tore from her throat, loud enough to be heard through most of the lower floor and Spike made no effort to quiet her. He continued to push her forward into another powerful orgasm, relishing in her screams and sobs of pleasure.


Unable to sustain herself, Buffy collapsed boneless and spent into the chair, breathing hard. Spike gently calmed her heated flesh with his the fingers still buried deep inside her.


He lifted his head. “How was that?” He panted, gazing at her damp face. “Did you enjoy that?”


“Aaargh, mmm hmm.”


Spike chuckled. “You do realize that everyone must ‘ave heard you.”


Buffy lifted her head weakly. “Huh!”


Spike untied her wrists and noticed they weren’t even red. He smiled; pleased she hadn’t tried to struggle against the bonds, choosing to surrender herself over to the moment. “You’re a screamer Buffy,” he stated simply.


Buffy blushed as the memory of her screams echoed in her ears. Embarrassed, she glanced at the door, wondering who would have heard her. She was horrified at the thoughts of his men being witnesses to his influence over her.


Spike noticed her look of mortification. “Don’t worry kitten. They’ll get used to it.”


Buffy shot him an angry glare. Her limbs were still quaking as she pushed herself from the chair. Spike, still on his knees, looked up at her.


“And I’d rather they didn’t have anything to get used to.” She felt the full force of their actions come crashing down on her.


Spike slowly stood, looming over her.


Guilty and ashamed by her reaction to him, Buffy snapped. “Why can’t you just leave me alone – I don’t want–”


“Really! That’s not what you were beggin’ me jus’ two minutes ago.” He was breathing hard; his eyes alight with the anger she thought should have been there earlier. “Two minutes ago you were beggin’ me not to stop and callin’ me daddy. You know what you are Buffy?” He was angry and tense as he glared at her.


She held her breath.


“You’re a hypocrite. You act so shocked and embarrassed, blushin’ at damn near everythin’ but that’s not the real you. Maybe it was once, but not now, and the sooner you realize that you don’t ‘ave to be the blushin’ virgin and allow yourself to be the passionate wanton woman I know you are, the sooner you’ll adjus’ to this life,” he snapped.


“I don’t want to adjust. I want you to leave me alone.”


“Liar – and all I’d ‘ave to do is kiss you to prove you’re a liar. You’re jus’ scared.”


“Of what?” She sniffed.


Spike’s hands clenched at his sides and his eyes narrowed. “Of me, of how I make you feel, of how you’re beginnin’ to crave this – of yourself, because no ones ever made you feel like this before.”


“Oh please, ego much,” she scoffed.


“Ego, which you keep strokin’ with your breathless little moans and ecstatic screams. Do you really think you can hide that from me? I can see the way you tremble when I touch you. You forget, I know how wet you get when I whisper to you.”


Struggling for a retort, Buffy stumbled over her words, angry and flustered. “I…I am not wanton.”


“So you say. I’ve known whores who were less wanton. Maybe that’s what Angel saw in you, but like the bleedin’ idiot he is, he didn’t exploit it or maybe he didn’t think you were worth it,” he yelled, his eyes cold and hard.


Buffy gasped. Spike wasn’t finished with his cutting words, “And the only difference between your performance and a whore’s is that I know you’re not faking.”


Buffy stared at him, shocked by his words. “Y-you…you bastard…y-you make me sick…you think you can make me scream ecstatically, then you should have heard how Angel made me weep and plead…he’s ten times the man you’ll ever be, it’s no wonder Drusilla left you for him.”


The silence hung between them cold, charged, and ugly.


Spike took a step towards her growling. Buffy gasped, her body locked in fear. She could see him struggling to control his temper. Suddenly, she knew she had crossed a line. She wanted to take back the words but anger and humiliation wouldn’t let her.


Spike stood mere inches from her, breathing heavily and glaring at her with cold anger burning in his eyes. “You’re goin’ to pay for that Buffy,” he whispered menacingly.


She flinched and closed her eyes tight, ducking away from him. She was sure he was about to hit her. The loud slamming of the study door startled her into opening her eyes. Spike was gone. She blinked and swallowed back the sudden urge to throw up. Trembling, she sank into the chair.


Outside in the hallway, Spike stood struggling with his breathing. Luke and Cooper were standing outside their respective office doors, staring in his direction. Clearly, they’d heard Buffy’s screams and the subsequent argument. Both men looked at him with oddly blank, yet apprehensive expressions.


Snapping to a decision, Spike fixed his glare on Luke. “Stay with Ms Summers, don’t let her out of your sight until I…until I send for her.”


He strode off towards the elevator. “Coop, come with me,” he barked.


Cooper closed his office door and followed Spike while Luke headed towards Spike’s study.

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TBC...soon
 

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