Chapter Forty Five.

A New Light.


Early morning light streamed through the open curtains bathing the room in soft light. Spike turned over to look at Buffy and got the shock of his life when he found he was staring at an empty bed.


Bloody hell, where is she?


Quickly, he looked at the clock. Five forty-five. She never woke before him. Hastily he got into his jeans. She wasn’t in the bathroom. He snatched up his t-shirt and went in search of her. Thinking quickly, he realized she must still be in the house because, if she’d tried to leave, the alarm would have gone off. He slowed his panicky rush and headed for the kitchen, figuring that would be the most likely place she would be.


Quietly, he pushed the door open and watched her at the stove. She was cooking something that smelled just like pancakes. Unobserved, he watched her for a minute. She was dressed in a toweling robe and a pair of socks…his socks. That made him smile.


“I don’t suppose you made enough for two did you?” He asked from the door.


She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Only if you set the table.”


“Consider it done.” He fetched the table settings. “Smells great by the way.”


Thoughtfully she said, “Somehow you don’t strike me as the pancake type. I’m more used to seeing you eating bacon and eggs in the morning.” She concentrated on pouring more batter into the hot pan.


Spike halted his task of setting the table and looked at her, but she was busy watching the pan. He felt oddly moved that she’d noticed what he preferred to eat in the mornings. He had been with Dru for over twelve years and he didn’t think she ever knew what his favourite foods were.


“Well I’m more than willing to forgo my usual breakfast and sample yours…I’m starved,” he admitted.


“I know what you mean. I woke up an hour ago…I think it was because my stomach was making so much noise,” she confessed.


Spike chuckled, well that explained why she woke before him. He should’ve known it would be something like desperate hunger that would drive her out of deep sleep and he wasn’t surprised. She hadn’t really eaten anything the day before.


Making himself useful, he made a pot of coffee and soon the kitchen was filled with the combined aromas of pancakes and coffee. Spike’s mouth watered, he was starved. He sat at the table and watched her as he waited for breakfast. She wasn’t saying much but then she wasn’t really a morning person.


She turned from the stove with a stack of pancakes and placed them on the table between them. Spike poured the coffee and they settled down to eat. He found he liked the quiet of the kitchen or it could just be he liked sitting quietly with her.


“Wow! These are good,” he mumbled around a mouthful of pancake. “Where did you learn to cook like this?”


She arched a brow at him. “My mom…and her pancakes are much better.”


“There’s better than this!” He speared another pancake with his fork.


She laughed at him. “I’m glad you like them…is there more coffee?”


He nodded to the pot behind her and she turned and helped herself.


They finished their breakfast and Spike offered to clean up while she took a shower.


*****


Thirty minutes later, he returned to the bedroom and found Buffy just coming out of the bathroom.


“I’ll take a quick shower while you dress luv, and then we’ll take a bit of a walk by the lake.” He dropped a quick kiss on her lips and disappeared into the bathroom before she could reply.


Buffy shrugged and quickly pulled out a pair of dark blue, loose fitting Capri pants and a short blue sweater from the cupboard. On an impulse, she chose a matching pretty blue lace bra and thong set, mindful of her fading welts. Buffy was happy to see they weren’t half as bad as the day before and thankfully, no more pain.


From experience, she knew Spike wasn’t in the habit of taking long showers, unless he dragged her in along with him, so she hurriedly dressed. Telling herself, she wasn’t nervous about being alone with him, half naked in the bright light of day where she felt too exposed. No! She just wanted the extra time to fix her hair.


As if on cue, Spike came out of the bathroom. He had a towel wrapped low around his hips and his clothes were in one arm. He was rubbing vigorously at his wet hair with a spare towel. Buffy had only just started on drying her hair. She watched him as he moved unconsciously around the room. He stripped the towel from his naked body and dropped his dirty clothes to the floor, as he searched for clean ones. He tossed a clean pair of black jeans and a dark red t-shirt onto the bed. Still rubbing his hair, he sat on the bed and began to pull his jeans on, sliding the heavy cotton over his narrow hips and fastening them with quick sure movements. He slipped the t-shirt over his head and tucked the hem into the top of his denims. Socks and boots followed swiftly and lastly he retrieved his belt from the jeans he’d dropped beside the bed. He wound the leather through the loops at his waist. Nervously, Buffy looked away from him.


Picking up the discarded clothes, he began to pack his things back into his bag, in preparation of the return journey.


He glanced at her and caught her pained look in the mirror, but he wanted to move on from the seriousness that overshadowed them in the last twenty-four hours. Determinedly, he injected a cheery tone into his voice. “I’m ‘bout finished ‘ere pet, I’ll jus’ go and make a thermos of coffee to take with us and give you a minute to finish your hair…you can pack when we get back, if you like.”


She nodded and he left quickly.



*****


The day was warming up nicely. A bright sun lit the lake up, dazzling them with its reflection and the air carried the same strong fragrance of the woods and undergrowth as it did on their first walk. Buffy loved the views and asked Spike if it was possible to get a boat and go out on the lake.


“I don’t know luv, I’ve never been ‘ere long enough to make inquiries and we don’t ‘ave enough time to do anythin’ ‘bout it today…sorry.”


“Oh well, never mind. Maybe you could find out before we come up again.”


“Er, well, I was thinkin’ it might not be such a good idea to hold onto the place.” His eyes were fixed on some point out on the lake, but he looked at her when she stopped in her tracks.


“Huh…why?”


“You know why…and besides I didn’t think you’d want to come back ‘ere.” He shrugged. Buffy thought the gesture made him look like a little boy.


She frowned, her eyes fixed on the ground for a thoughtful moment. “But you love this place. You said you wanted to come up here as often as possible and you even said I could invite my friends and family.” She argued.


“Well yeah, but after what happened the other night I thought-”


She cut him off. “And I thought we’d discussed that and decided to put it behind us. I thought that’s what last night was about.” She sighed. He was looking at her, slightly surprised. His brows were arched making him appear half expectant. “Look Spike, be honest. If you sell this place, will it really stop you from thinking or remembering what happened?” He shook his head. “No, and it won’t for me…so what would be the point in selling?”


“Are you sayin’ that you don’t want me to sell it?” He moved towards her.


“No, not because of what happened.”


“And you’d actually like to come back again?” He was standing next to her, gazing down into her face.


“Yeah sure, why wouldn’t I...I mean, look at this place…it’s beautiful. Who wouldn’t want to spend time here?”


“Then as soon as we’ve netted those new clients…we’ll come back and spend a week up ‘ere. Would you like that?” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.


“Only if you can arrange to get us a boat, so we can go out on the lake,” she smiled.


He chuckled. “I think I can arrange that.”


Stepping in close to her, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. Spike liked this, they were moving forward.


*****


They were on their way back when Spike spotted a narrow trail. He turned them both on to it and followed it for a few minutes.


“Where are you taking us?” she asked.


“Don’t know pet…that’s the beauty of followin’ a trail you’ve never seen before.” He tugged her behind him.


The trail opened up into a small clearing. The narrow path could be seen to continue on the opposite side, but Spike decided this was a good place to stop for their coffee. They sat side-by-side, leaning their backs against a fallen tree, sipping the hot beverage.


Buffy closed her eyes and lifted her face to the sun, bathing in the bright warmth. Spike watched her from the corner of his eye. She looked relaxed and restful, but he was pretty sure it was just an act she was working hard at. She had flinched a few times when he caught her unawares, jumping slightly when he took her hand or brushed up against her unexpectedly. He didn’t really expect her to be truly relaxed, but he thought her efforts to try and convince him were very typical of her level of bravery.


Which was probably how he should think of the sex between them last night, a brave effort…not that he didn’t think she had eventually gotten into it, but she said it herself…she would be relaxed when it was over…but it would never be over. He wanted her more than ever. Foolishly, he thought his desire for her would level out, once he actually had her and after he what had happened, he was sure he wouldn’t want her with the same burning intensity, but he did. God help him…he really, really did and he didn’t see it ever ending.


Unconsciously, he brushed a finger over the curve of her cheek. He swallowed back his pain when she flinched. He hated that he always had to be so guarded, but he hid his feelings all the same.


“Sorry…I thought you’d fallen asleep,” he apologized for disturbing her.


“No, but it would be pretty easy to just close my eyes and sleep. This spot reminds me of the camping sites my dad use to take me and Dawn to when we were younger.” She sipped her coffee.


“Did you like camping?” He smiled, thinking about a younger Buffy trekking through the woods and sleeping out under the stars.


“Yeah, it’s one of the many things I missed when my dad left. Mom took us a couple of times, but it just wasn’t the same. Dad always made it fun, but I think mom hated it and only did it for our sakes.” She chuckled at some resurfacing memory. “We’d spend a week in the woods and mom would haul around a case of insect spray, she really hates bugs…on our last trip she fell into a patch of poison oak and was covered in a horrible rash. Next vacation she took us to Disney Land.”


Spike chuckled at her forlorn tone and finished off the last of his coffee. “Now why didn’t you tell me this story earlier? We could’ve camped out. Well never mind, maybe that’s another thing we can arrange for next time.”


She sat up turning to him. “You want to camp out?” She asked, skeptically.


“Sure, I’ll look forward to it. I ‘aven’t being campin’ since I was a nipper back in England, I used to go with my aunt’s neighbors kids.” She was looking at him quizzically, probably trying to visualize him as a youngster. He tugged her down on top of him, smirking at her. “Besides, I can jus’ imagine how pretty you’d look spread out on my sleepin’ bag all naked with nothin’ but moonlight coverin’ you.”


She blushed and squirmed a bit in his grip. He rolled them both pinning her under him and kissed her. When he raised his head, she was breathing hard. Her face was flushed but she’d stopped squirming. She opened her eyes slowly.


Spike was staring at her but she couldn’t read what was in his eyes. Vaguely, she wondered if he’d learned to be this guarded because of Drusilla and Angel, or if it was something he was only recently doing. His eyes flickered to her breasts, covered by her sweater and she knew exactly what he was thinking. Slowly, his hand glided under the blue knitwear, stroking her warm skin, caressing her. He didn’t say anything but he kept his eyes locked to hers as his hand covered her breast.


A small moan escaped her, and suddenly Spike was kissing her passionately. Her heart was thundering away in her chest and she arched her back up, pushing her breast firmly into his hand. Breaking away from her mouth, he pushed the sweater up. He wanted to kiss her breasts. She was shocked with the speed in which he undid her bra and shoved it out of his way, just so he could latch his mouth onto an already hardening nipple. She gasped as he sucked her hard. His hand went to her waistband and she jerked when she felt him undoing her pants.


She grabbed his hand. “Spike don’t,” she whispered harshly.


He stopped instantly and pulled back to look at her. “Why…what’s wrong?”


“Someone might see,” she stated, blushing.


He chuckled. “Is that the only reason you want me to stop?”


She struggled to push him off and sit up. “Do you need another reason?” She couldn’t believe he was about to…to do, whatever it was he was about to do, right out in the open where anyone could come across them.


He laughed at her shocked expression. “No, but if that’s your only objection, then let me put your mind at rest…our nearest neighbors are nearly a mile away.” He kissed the side of her neck and sucked on the fading blemish still marking her. “We’re all alone…not a soul around for miles…we could get completely naked and no one would ever know.”


He could feel her struggles were beginning to subside. Smirking at her in a totally dirty way, he nudged her knees apart and continued to undo her pants.


“SPIKE!” She was trying to look about, expecting to see a crowd of strangers watching them, but there was no one there.


He chuckled. “C’mon baby live a little…there’s no one around but us and I’ll never tell anyone you let me finger you in the woods, if that’s what you’re worried ‘bout.”


“SPIKE!” She shirked scandalized.


He laughed. “C’mon kitten, I’ll make it nice and quick…no teasin’ or time wastin’…I’ll jus’ go straight for your clit…an’ ‘ave you screamin’ in two minutes. I’ll even do it without takin’ your pants off if you want.”


He managed to wriggle his hand into her open pants. He was very glad she decided to dress in such loose fitting clothes because he could see she wasn’t going to let him get her even semi-naked, but he had enough room to work with if need be. His fingers quested further down under the elastic of her lacy panties. She was wriggling under him, one hand gripping his wrist in a half-hearted attempt at stopping him.


“You’ve never done it outdoors ‘ave you?” He smirked at her.


She scowled at him. “Not everyone is as obsessed with sex as you…you know.”


“That’s a no then.” She made an indignant noise and he kissed her. “So you’ve never done the dirty out of doors. Maybe that’s somethin’ else I can arrange to alter for you on our next trip up ‘ere.”


“We did it on the balcony – twice!”


Spike chuckled. “That don’t count, ‘cause there was no chance of being seen or caught by anyone…and besides, we didn’t go all the way.” He brushed a finger over her clit. She stopped wriggling and gave a tiny gasp. Oh this is going to be fun, especially if she’s going to try and hold back, he thought. He swirled her clit with the warm liquid flowing from her.


“Oh fuck! Buffy, you’re all wet baby.” He kissed her as he pushed his finger into her. Maybe the thought of sex outdoors was turning her on. Now that was a notion he would like to explore. “Let me push your pants down a bit kitten…jus’ enough so I can move my hand,” he coaxed.


She shook her head nervously. He chuckled at her shyness but he was determined. Keeping her pinned with his legs, he quickly pulled his hand out of her pants and shrugged off his duster. He covered her with the coat.


“There now, if anyone comes along all they’ll see is a couple cuddlin’ under a coat.” He wriggled his brows at her and started to push and tug her pants down, trusting in the cover of his coat to help her feel more comfortable about this new experience. It must have worked because she didn’t complain or try to stop him again. “Now as long as you can keep quiet…you’ll be fine.”


He managed to push her pants partially down her thighs and since he didn’t want to waste anymore time, he quickly thrust his fingers into her wet pussy. “You’re so nice and wet an’ tight…I wish I could taste you…lick and suck all that lovely juice from you.”


She gasped loudly. Spike chuckled, knowing she wouldn’t be able to keep quiet, not with him goading her with dirty talk. He smirked at her as she covered her mouth with a hand in an effort to try and muffle her moans and gasps.


She looked at him horrified when in a voice that seemed too loud to her but was just normal, he said, “C’mon kitten move those pretty hips of yours and fuck my fingers.”


“SPIKE…Sssh…oh, oh.” She clamped her hand back over her mouth.


He laughed, loving this shy display filled with her need. She bounced her hips towards his fingers.


“Do you know what I’d like to do to you right now?” He flicked her swollen clit and pinched her gently.


She shook her head vigorously.


“I’d like to carry you over to that tree over there,” he nodded in the general direction of a large tree with low hanging branches. She glanced at it and then quickly back at him. “And press you back against it, lift you up so you can hold onto that low branch and fuck you for an hour.” She moaned. “Would you like that kitten? Would you like a nice hard shag against a tree?”


She shook her head vigorously.


He smirked at her as he pumped his fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. “Oh I think you would…I know I would, but you’re shy and won’t let me do that today, will you?” She shook her head again. “At least not in the daylight…right, but maybe when we come back and camp out. Maybe then when it’s nice an’ dark…when you think no one can see you…you’d like it then…wouldn’t you?”


Her eyes were full of lust. She moved her hand and pulled him down for a heated kiss. “Yes,” she mumbled against his mouth.


“Oh that’s my pretty…pretty…dirty girl.” He kissed her neck, sucking hard on his mark. She was panting loudly, lost in the moment, unaware of the noise she was making. “You’ll let me shag you against that tree next time we come back?” He asked seriously.


“Shag?” She asked, quizzically.


“Yeah, shag, boink, fuck, screw…take your pick luv. Call it whatever you want, as long as you say I can put my hard dick in your wet pussy and ride you till we’re both exhausted.”


She couldn’t believe the things he was saying to her. He was so crude…so dirty and it was all turning her on. “Yes…yes.”


“Good girl,” he rubbed her clit faster. “Now kiss me…and don’t stop kissin’ me ‘cause I’m going to make you come, and I want you to scream it out into my mouth,” he told her.


Buffy gripped his head in both her hands and pulled his mouth to hers. “Make me scream Spike,” she begged.


He thrust his tongue into her mouth and rubbed her clit faster and faster.


Buffy thought she was going to pass out with the intensity of it all. Flashes of light were bursting behind her eyelids and her thighs were trembling with the force of her oncoming climax. Spike’s fingers were rubbing her to delirium and his mouth and tongue were moving in such a way that heightened the sensations that were flooding her.


Spike could feel her quaking under his mouth and hand. She was so close. He rubbed a bit faster, applied a bit more pressure on her clit as he sucked her tongue. Her hips thrust up suddenly and she gasped, screaming into his mouth. He pinched her clit and rubbed her even faster. She screamed again as a second orgasm hit her before the first one had a chance to subside. She kept thrusting her hips up, letting him draw her out for long moments. He released her from the kiss and softly rubbed her throbbing clit until she stilled.


She was panting when he pulled his hand away from her wet pussy. She looked at him, dazed and smiling softly. Her eyes widened when he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them of all her sticky juices.


“Have I ever told you…you taste fuckin’ gorgeous?” She shook her head slowly, staring at his mouth and tongue. “Here taste,” he offered her a finger to suck on. She looked at him and then at the finger hesitantly. Gently, he rubbed the digit along her bottom lip and was thrilled when she opened her mouth and let him push his finger inside. “See, gorgeous…and 'ave I ever told you, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen when you come?” She blinked at him, sucking his finger sensually. He glanced at the tree with the low branches.


“I really want you…but you won’t let me do it ‘ere…will you?” She released his finger, looking scandalized. “Sssh luv, it’s okay, let’s go back to the cabin.” He started to tug her pants back up. “Will you let me fuck you back at the cabin?”


She helped him pull her pants up and nodded her head with certainty.


He kissed her and pulled his coat off her as soon as she fastened her button. He helped her up, kissing and touching her. He swept her up into his arms and carried her to the tree. “Grab that branch luv.” He instructed her as soon as he got her into position under the lowest branch. She did as he asked. “Now don’t worry, I’m not going to do anythin’…I jus’ want to try it out.” She was holding the low branch and he pressed himself tight into her, thrusting and rubbing his hard length against her heated center. Automatically she wrapped her legs around him, locking him to her. “Oh fuck yes! Perfect.” He kissed her hard thrusting up towards her. “I can’t wait to come back now. I’ll be dreamin’ of this…of you…naked and sweatin’ as I fuck you like this. Will you dream ‘bout it too Buffy?”


“Yes,” she gasped, already aroused by his words and the image he was invoking.


He pulled her hands away from the branch and set her back on the ground.


“Let’s go,” he said panting. “Because if I’m not inside you…fuckin’ you in the next five minutes, I think I’ll burst.” He caught her hand and tugged her behind him as quickly as he could without causing her to trip or stumble.


They would’ve got back to the cabin quicker if he didn’t keep stopping to touch or kiss her and while he was doing that, she naturally rubbed against him, making him shiver and quake with need. Once or twice she caressed the barely contained bulge behind his zip, but she didn’t risk it again after he pushed her to the undergrowth and nearly took her right there. Gasping, Buffy managed to get through to him and roll him off her. She tried to tug him to his feet but he wouldn’t budge, so she slipped away from him and dashed off in the direction of the cabin, knowing he’d follow.


She heard a roar behind her and guessed he was chasing her. Laughing nervously, she ran. He caught her just as she reached the back door. She twisted the handle and they both fell through the door, breathing hard.


“Gottch ya, you little minx.” She squirmed away from him, trying to get further into the room but Spike wasn’t interested in getting inside the room, he just wanted inside her. He tugged off her short jacket and tossed it blindly onto the nearest work-surface.


He pushed her to the floor. “Come ‘ere…” he pulled one of her shoes off and threw it over his shoulder. “You can run fast…for a girl…” He got rid of her other shoe and started tugging at the fastenings on her pants. “You must ‘ave good legs…let me see ‘em.” He practically ripped her pants off her.


Buffy squealed and giggled.


“Yep! Good legs…GREAT legs.” He pushed her sweater over her head, exposing her breasts. Her bra didn’t need unfastening, because he hadn’t help her do it back up. “And look at that…fan-fucking-tastic tits...” He fondled her roughly, pinching her nipples and sucking her as she moaned happily. “Oh look, Buffy nearly naked…only one more bit left to uncover.” He kissed his way down her body until his face was hovering over her lacy blue panties. “I love these knickers luv…did I buy them for you?” She nodded, moaning. “When we get back to L.A, I’m going to take you shopping for more knickers…’cause I jus’ love lookin’ at you in all these little frilly things.” He kissed her lace covered pussy. “I’ll never get enough of lookin’ at you…dressed or undressed, but I ‘ave to confess I love lookin’ at you in your undies.” He placed his mouth over her mound and sucked her, dampening the fabric of her panties. “But right now they’re in my way.” Swiftly, he pulled the thong from her. It tore as he tugged it down her thighs. She gasped. “That’s better…did I ever tell you that you ‘ave the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen?” She shook her head. “Well you ‘ave.”


He lifted her off the floor and carried her to the kitchen table. He laid her down. “Sorry luv…I can’t wait to get you to the bedroom…this will ‘ave to do.” He stripped out of his coat and t-shirt as she reached for his jeans. Spike watched her hands work to release him. He leaned over her and sucked her nipple into his mouth. “God Buffy…I really want to fuck you…tell me you want it too,” he demanded gruffly.


“I want it too,” she whispered, breathlessly. She freed his cock and was stroking it quickly in her small hands.


Spike pulled a condom from his wallet and pushed his jeans down around his knees as he positioned himself between her legs. He was just about to open the packet when she stopped him.


“No don’t…please,” she looked at him with her large green eyes full of desire and need. “Climb up here…I want to taste you…please.” She blushed at her own admission, but she was glad she’d managed to tell him what she wanted. He smiled at her.


“Okay kitten, but only for a moment ‘cause I really want inside you.” He kicked his jeans away and climbed up onto the table, straddling her shoulders.


He groaned when he watched her raise her head and lick his leaking cock. She grasped him in her little hand and opened her mouth, sucking him in hungrily. “Aaargh bloody hell luv…you do that so fuckin’ nice.” He shifted higher up onto the table and fell onto all fours over her. Dropping his head, he watched her suck and lick his cock with complete enjoyment. Arousal swelled in him and he gently thrust into her mouth, helping her suck him off.


She moaned and hummed around him.


When he saw her reach down and fondle her pussy as she continued to blow him, Spike nearly came in her mouth. That was it…he needed her now. He pulled away from her and scrambled down her body. He ripped open the condom. She hadn’t moved her hand. She was still playing with her pussy. He rolled the condom over his straining cock, watching her…loving the sight of her working herself up.


Her eyes locked with his and slowly she lifted her hand away from her wet center. She offered him her fingers. “Taste,” she whispered.


“Oh fuck! YES please.” He grabbed her hand and sucked her fingers clean.


She reached down, fondling his cock as she wriggled her hips towards him and then wrapped her legs over his hips, pulling him to her. Amazed, Spike watched as she boldly rubbed the tip of his cock over her wet slit and throbbing clit.


“Do you want it luv? Do you want my cock?” he gasped.


She squeezed his balls gently and dragged the nails of her other hand down his chest, making him shiver. Buffy was amazed at her own daring.


He gritted his teeth. “Tell me you want it,” he demanded.


“Yes…yes…fuck me,” she whispered.


Spike growled and surged into her. Buffy screamed as he filled her tight center. His pace was relentless as he thrust into her. He grasped her hips and pulled her into his thrusts. She held him tightly and matched him thrust for thrust, gasping as he propelled her higher. She became aware of him staring at her and she returned his intense look.


“Say it again Buffy,” he growled.


She didn’t hesitate. “Fuck me,” she gasped as he ploughed into her.


“Again.”


“Fuck me.”


“Again…louder.”


“Fuck me.”


“Louder Buffy…louder.”


“FUCK ME,” she gasped.


“C’mon Buffy, what else do you want to say? Tell me what you want.”


“I want you to make me scream…” Her inhibitions were evaporating.


“How do you want me to make you scream baby?” He coaxed her.


“With your - your cock, I want you to make me scream with your cock…” She admitted.


“Yes luv…that’s good. What else?” He thrust his hips high, rubbing her clit with each stroke. She was creaming around him, excited and panting for him.


“OH GOD…SPIKE! PLEASE,” she screamed, grasping his arms for more leverage.


“Yes pet. Now tell me what you want…say it Buffy, you know what it is…jus’ say it.”


She stared at him, knowing he could somehow read her. “I - I want to fuck you,” she pulled herself up into a half sitting position as he thrust into her.


“Yes…yes good girl. I want you to fuck me too.” He held her up so she could thrust onto him. “That’s it fuck me Buffy. You feel so good so wet an’ tight.”


“Spike… Spike…Oh God.” Her need was rampant.


“Say what you want baby…please tell me.” He fucked her harder, faster as she clung to him.


“I want you,” she admitted.


Spike growled and pushed her back down onto the table. “I want you too kitten.”


“Oh God Spike…make me come…please,” she begged. “Please.”


He reached between them and fingered her clit.


She screamed, bucking up as his fingers triggered her orgasm. “OH GOD…YES!YES!YES!…OH YES!…” She screamed over and over.


She squeezed him tightly as she came, flooding his cock with her juices and convulsing around him. Spike was amazed he’d managed to hold off as long as he did, but she took him over the edge of reason with her. He came roaring as her muscles clamped around him milking him, of everything he had.


“BUFFY! FUCK…! AAARGH…YES! AAARGH,” he growled.


He collapsed on top of her, boneless and spent.


Buffy was still panting when she became aware of him kissing her breasts and stroking her hair. “God Buffy you’re incredible. The way you came…the way you fuck.” He chuckled, kissing and licking her nipples. “That was unbelievable. We’ll definitely ‘ave to ‘ave sex outdoors if that’s the way it’s going to affect you. You were incredible,” he repeated.


Buffy just blinked at him. This was always the hardest part for her. After the passion was spent, after she gave in to the wild urges he invoked in her, she always felt awkward and embarrassed. She didn’t know what to say to him. It’s not as if they were in love and she could confess or share her heart with him and shyness always swamped her, making it impossible for her to return his compliments on his performance or even just tell him, how he made her feel wonderful.


She blushed and stammered something that sounded like a ‘Thank you’ but Spike couldn’t be sure. Now that they had calmed, she was retreating from him again. He hated that, but reminded himself he shouldn’t be a twit and expect more from her. He’d got her off and that was where her need for him began and ended. He should be bloody grateful she would even let him near her like this again. Things could be a lot worse. She was incredible…a goddess and she was his…he had no right to complain.


He kissed her gently and smiled down at her. He pulled away from her carefully to avoid dislodging the condom. That was another thing he hated and there was no way he was going to keep going with this particular method of birth control…it ruined spontaneity. He realized Buffy might not be too happy about that, but she would see reason, he was sure.


He was just helping her up from the table still kissing and touching her softly when there was a knock at the kitchen door.


They both jumped, Buffy with a frightened squeak. Spike positioned himself in front of her. She scrambled to retrieve her clothes.


“Are you two quite finished in there, because I could really do with a cup of coffee when you’re ready?” Came Cooper’s muffled voice from the other side of the door.


Spike glanced at the clock, which read twelve thirty and cursed. He smiled as he noticed Buffy struggling into her clothes.


“Well you’ll jus’ ‘ave to wait…go and sit in the lounge.” Spike called back to him. He plucked the ripped thong from Buffy’s hand. “Sorry luv…I guess I got a bit carried away…they’re ruined…you better jus’ put your pants back on. I’ll buy you some new ones…promise.” She was scowling at him, blushing furiously.


“What’s ruined…buy new what?” asked Cooper still on the other side of the door.


“Bloody hell are you still there…I thought I told you to wait in the lounge,” shouted Spike.


“Well I was in the lounge, but I could hear all this noise coming from the kitchen so I came to see what all the fuss was about…and you’ll never believe…”


Spike tuned him out. He glanced at Buffy. She was fully dressed, except for her shoes. She kept shooting nervous glances at the door and making little squeaking noises. Spike picked up the shoe that was next to the table and handed it to her. He’d put his jeans back on but left them unfastened. He tucked her ruined undies in his back pocket. He didn’t bother to put his t-shirt on. Cooper had seen him half naked often enough. He picked up his boots and slung his t-shirt over one shoulder. He grabbed her hand and tugged her to a standstill.


“Now listen to me Buffy, you didn’t do anythin’ to be embarrassed ‘bout, so when we go out there, don’t take any notice of anythin’ he says…okay?” She was biting her lip, blushing and looking very doubtful. “He’ll jus’ be makin’ fun of me. Well, okay, maybe he might make fun of both of us but don’t pay him any attention, we’ll head straight up stairs okay?” She sighed and nodded.


Keeping hold of her hand, he snatched open the kitchen door startling Cooper. “Now what is it that you think I won’t believe?” He snapped.


“Oh!” exclaimed Cooper, looking past the two of them into the kitchen.


“What? Were you expectin’ someone else?” Spike asked.


“Well yeah! Where did the cast of the porno movie go?” He pretended to scan the empty kitchen, smirking at the two of them. “Escaped out the back door did they…because I’m sure there had to be more than just the two of you in there making all that noise.” He looked at Buffy but she wasn’t looking at him.


“Ha bloody ha, very funny…you can knock it off now.” Spike tugged a blushing Buffy past Cooper and quickly headed for the stairs. He glanced at a sniggering Cooper over his shoulder. “Grow up…so you heard us havin’ sex big deal…and if you keep listenin’ at doors, you’re bound to hear it again. My advice is don’t, and I don’t need to tell you to keep your gob shut…do I?”


“Me boss?” Cooper smiled charmingly, placing a hand over his heart. “No boss! I can keep my gob shut boss! Sir! Boss!” He laughed, watching them climb the stairs, Spike with a protective hand placed gently on Buffy’s back. She still hadn’t lifted her blushing face to look at him. Spike shot him an annoyed glare as they reached the top of the stairs, flipping him the finger silently.


Cooper chuckled.


Quickly, Spike guided Buffy into the bedroom. “Are you alright luv?” He asked as he shut the door.


She nodded. Spike chuckled at the mortified expression on her face. “Spike that wasn’t funny,” she said, slapping his hand away indignantly.


Catching her hand, he pulled into his arms. “No, it wasn’t funny…it was fantastic…and I really hope sex between us is always as good as that…or better.” He kissed her neck.


“SPIKE! I wasn’t talking about that. I meant Cooper. He heard us.” She squirmed in his arms.


“Yeah I know…how’s that for irony?” He chuckled.


“What are you talking about?” She asked, pushing against him.


“Well, you were all worried out in the woods that someone would stumble across us and catch us doing the naughty deed, and what happens…I get you back ‘ere all naked and wanton, screamin’ your bleedin’ lungs out and Cooper catches the show. I think that’s irony luv.”


She slapped him on the shoulder and he released her, laughing as she moved away from him. “And it’s a bit late to be actin’ all huffy and outraged. You were fuckin’ glorious and that’s not somethin’ to be embarrassed ‘bout luv. Now hurry up and pack before Cooper comes up ‘ere and catches us at it again.” She turned away from him, indignant and mumbling under her breath.


Spike couldn’t resist giving her a swift sound kiss. “Hurry woman,” he laughed.


She quickly started gathering up her things. Spike went into the bathroom to empty it of their toiletries. Dumping the full bags on the bed, he asked her to put his with his things. He then told her he’d come back for the bags when they were ready to leave and went to start on lunch.


Buffy gasped and grabbed his arm. “Oh my God…Spike! We had sex in the kitchen…on the kitchen table.”


“I know luv…I was there. I told you it was fantastic,” he said.


“Oh God,” she groaned. “Are you being deliberately stupid? How can we go down there and eat lunch in there after we–we…you know.”


He arched a brow at her. “No…what?”


“Spike we had sex on the table and now you want to sit down there and calmly eat lunch off the same table we had sex on not ten minutes ago.” She leaned forward and lowered her voice to a whisper. “We didn’t even clean it,” she whispered as if this was the biggest and dirtiest secret in the whole world.


Spike burst out laughing. He couldn’t help it. Her horrified expression combined with the seriousness of her tone, just struck him as the funniest thing, especially in light of what he’d said to her about the irony of being caught by Cooper in the relative safety of the cabin. Spike was wiping tears from his eyes when she smacked his arm and pouted at him.


“I might have known you’d find that funny,” she huffed.


He wrapped his arms around her, still chuckling. “Oh baby…you are unreal…but totally sweet,” he kissed the side of her neck. “But if it’ll make you feel any better, I’ll go and wipe the table down before I start lunch.”


Buffy knew he was just making fun of her so she didn’t bother to answer him; instead she merely gave him a serious look and pouted at him prettily. He stopped chuckling and fixed his gaze on her pouty mouth. She licked her lips and nearly laughed when he swallowed nervously. He looked at her and she smiled. “You be sure you do…otherwise we won’t be having sex there again…and I was really hoping you’d let me be on top next time,” she said sweetly.


His arms fell away from her and his jaw dropped open, his shock registering on his face. She stepped back, patting him on the cheek as she guided him stunned to the door. She opened the door and gently pushed him out onto the landing. “I’ll be down in ten minutes…I just want to tidy up a bit okay,” she simpered. He nodded dumbly. “Good…now don’t forget to clean it properly and make sure you use an anti-bacterial cleaner.” She kissed him sweetly and closed the door quietly on his bewildered expression.


She turned from the door chuckling. Well I think that’s finally one point to me, she thought.


Stunned, Spike stared at the closed door. Bloody hell! What a woman.


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TBC...soon.
 

Chapter Forty Six.

Return to L.A.


They arrived back at the mansion at four o’clock. Spike kissed Buffy on the lips and asked Cooper to escort her upstairs while he went to get an update from Luke. Cooper nodded and led Buffy to the elevator. She glanced back at Spike, but he was already heading towards Luke’s office.


Sighing, Buffy realized he had to deal with work now. He had an image to maintain and part of that image was affected by how he was seen treating her. He couldn’t afford to be seen paying her too much attention or treating her as anything, other than his hostage or mistress. Though Buffy didn’t know why she should worry about that. She was only his mistress but she didn’t know if he still thought of her as a hostage. Not that it mattered, mistress or hostage it was pretty much the same thing. He would have still found a way to get her to sleep with him. She was sure of it.


Life as Spike’s mistress was just beginning and she wasn’t sure what was expected of her, but she was fairly sure he would let her know as they went along. Cooper opened the sitting room door and ushered her in. Seeing the room again, jolted her for a second, and she remembered what Spike had said about Masters having the house bugged. Spike seemed pretty sure his boss would bug his living quarters. Buffy guessed their absence in the last couple of days, would have given Masters’ spies the perfect opportunity to place as many cameras and listening devices as they wanted. She knew she wouldn’t be able to see anything…that everything would be expertly hidden, but that didn’t stop her from scanning the room, trying to see if she could spot something.


Cooper carried the bags into the bedroom and rejoined her in the sitting room.


“We’ll start on your training tomorrow. I’ve drawn up a schedule for you but don’t worry, it’s meant to be flexible. We’ll do as much as we can in between working on the plans for the reception,” he informed her.


Buffy smiled and gave him a distracted nod. “Sure, sounds good.”


Cooper noticed she was distracted and guessed her uncertainty had to do with being back at the mansion. He realized it wasn’t going to be easy for her to feel like she fit in, because the truth was, she didn’t fit in, although he was sure Spike would do his best to make her feel at home. Yet, she wasn’t the kind of girl who would have embraced a life with a man like Spike, but despite their differences, they seemed like a good match. Only time and hard work on both their parts would tell.


Feeling like he wanted to do his part in helping Buffy settle in, he offered to take her for a walk in the gardens. He was happy when she jumped at the suggestion.


They headed back downstairs and made their way outside, chatting and laughing about some story Cooper was telling her, when they bumped into Gilbey coming back in from the garage.


Gilbey gave Buffy a hard look and glanced at Cooper. He took in their easy and friendly manner, noting how Buffy seemed happy and relaxed, though she did stop laughing when she caught sight of him.


“Cooper,” he said in way of a greeting to his colleague. “I hear you went away for the weekend.” He glanced at Buffy. She was blushing. He smirked at her. “You’ll have to fill me in on all the details later.”


“There’s nothing to tell,” Cooper insisted. “I see your eye is clearing up okay…how are your ribs?” He pointed briefly at his fading black eye, reminding the other man about his injuries and how he’d earned them in the first place.


Gilbey gave him a murderous look. “Fine,” he ground out, glaring at Buffy. “I see Spike’s got you watching his little pet…you have my sympathies.” He moved further up the steps. “I’d watch myself if I were you Cooper…don’t get too friendly with her, or you could end up regretting it.” He turned and disappeared into the house.


Cooper glanced at Buffy. He could see Gilbey bothered her. “Don’t take any notice of him; he’s just angry because Spike pounded on him. He’ll come round.” She looked at him doubtfully. “Come on, let’s have that walk.” He led her around the side of the house towards the open meadow at the back. The wide-open expanse gave great views of the surrounding countryside. “You know this would make a great jogging area…lots of space and fresh air as well as breath-taking views…what’d you think?” he asked.


“I agree,” she answered quickly.


They lapsed into a companionable silence, both of them thinking about Gilbey.


Cooper was bothered that Gilbey would dare to be so pointedly rude to Buffy, especially after Spike’s sound thrashing. He wondered what the other man could be thinking, to risk angering Spike again so soon. Didn’t he realize Buffy now had Spike’s full attention, and could if she chose; make life very uncomfortable for him? Cooper shook his head and wondered if he should say something to Spike…but maybe that wouldn’t be such a good idea. It might make Buffy feel responsible for any action Spike might take toward Gilbey and that would only make it harder for her to fit in with the others. He glanced at her, wondering what she was thinking.


Buffy wasn’t worried about Gilbey, at least not as long as Cooper was with her. His black eye looked pretty bad and Buffy didn’t think he liked being reminded about his run in with Spike. He clearly blamed her for the whole thing and she knew there was nothing she could do about it. She didn’t care if he blamed her. If he didn’t deserve it for trying to look at her in the gym, than he surely deserved it for attacking her. Cooper said he’d start training her tomorrow. Buffy couldn’t wait to begin. She was getting really fed up with being attacked and pushed around, and the sooner she learned to defend herself, the better.


*****


Luke watched his boss reading the latest updates. He could see Spike was pleased with the general progress of the various businesses. Luke had even managed to make a list of comprehensive business contacts, in connection with the reception for Buffy, which would give her a head start. Cooper would be able to point her in the right direction with some of the more difficult clients. He’d also, cleverly managed to keep Wesley and Gilbey apart all weekend by giving Wesley the task of doing detailed background checks on all of the clients and their partners, to be completed by the end of the week and ready for Buffy and Cooper to use.


Spike looked up with a pleased smile on his face. “Well I’ll ‘ave to go away more often if this is the result.” He dropped the reports onto the desk. “This is all good news, I especially like that you managed to secure the warehouses down by the docks…very useful…and you’re sure none of it can be traced?”


Luke shook his head. “Very sure boss…I hired a whole new crew to manage things and I’ll go down personally to check that the books are as they should be,” he assured Spike.


“Good…that’ll be fine for now, but decide on who you want to run things down there as soon as you can and get him to make his reports in the usual way. I don’t want you tied up with it for too long…we ‘ave bigger things to keep us busy for a while yet,” Spike explained.


Luke knew his boss was right. “Speaking of bigger things, I’ve got a list here for Ms. Summers to look at.” He pushed the list towards Spike. “I think she might find it useful for her new project.”


Spike looked at the list. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” He shoved the list back across the desk. “Why don’t you give it to her yourself at breakfast tomorrow?”


Luke arched a brow at his boss. He realized the only reason Spike could possible have for making the request was because he wanted him to openly support Buffy with an act of friendliness in front of the others. It would be unlike Spike to insist or order him to do a thing like this and if he refused, Spike would take it as a clear indication that he didn’t like or approve of his relationship with the blonde girl. Luke picked up the list and placed it in his top draw.


“It would be my pleasure to give it to Ms. Summers and if Wesley can manage it, he might have a client background file for her by the end of the week.” He informed his boss.


Spike heard what Luke was saying and knew it was more than just practical help with the reception he was offering. Luke had used his own time to help further Buffy’s cause. Spike took that as a sign the big man liked the idea of Buffy being around permanently and was willing to come right out and show his support. He nodded approvingly.


“May I ask a question?” he asked his boss.


Spike looked at him under hooded eyelids. “Sure, go ahead.”


“Will Ms. Summers be staying indefinitely…and what will her status be?”


Spike chuckled. It was so like Luke to come straight to the point. He hadn’t intended announcing Buffy’s status just yet. He wanted to wait until she’d pulled off the reception and claimed her as his reward from Masters before making it official to all his men…only Cooper knew of his real feelings on the matter. Spike was also conscious the room might be bugged, although he was sure Luke would have done his own checks…still it didn’t hurt to be careful.


“Masters plans to continue to make Angel pay for his mistakes. Buffy plays a very big part in that and since he’s left it up to me to decide how to treat both of them; I’d say it’s up to me to think of her in any way that pleases me.” He fixed Luke with a steady gaze. “Buffy’s ‘ere to stay and I’m not willing to let the one thing in the world that Angel loves, slip through my fingers.” Not when I love her too, he thought.


“So I take it your weekend went well?”


Spike didn’t hesitate in any way that might give the big man a reason to doubt or question. “Very, very well.” He decided a change of subject was needed. “Do you ‘ave anythin’ to tell me ‘bout Gilbey?”


“No…I kept him busy helping me down at the docks and Wesley’s been working on the background checks, so it’s been nice and quiet around here,” Luke informed him.


Spike was relieved to hear it. “Good…let’s keep it that way.” Then he thought about Drusilla. “The clinic is sendin’ an ambulance for Dru on Wednesday, and since I don’t think they’ll let her back to visit for quite a while, her rooms can be freed up, but I think I’ll leave the bars and locks in place, jus’ in case they do let her home.”


Luke nodded, but didn’t make any comment. He didn’t think it was likely they would be seeing Drusilla for a very long time. His boss would come to realize it in his own good time. Besides, he’d said it himself, Buffy was here to stay and that alone would hopefully be enough to help his boss come to terms with Dru’s absence. Spike had kept Buffy up at the cabin for an extra day, which was a good sign and Spike said the weekend went very well. Luke was damn sure if it hadn’t, Spike wouldn’t be sitting here in such a good mood, calmly talking about Drusilla leaving.


“And how did everythin’ go with Angel…did he give you any trouble?” Spike didn’t think it was very likely. Angel knew better than anyone just how much Buffy’s safety depended on his good behavior. Spike didn’t believe Angel would risk her life by pulling stupid stunts.


“He was the model of good behavior…I moved him like you said and he’s been using the gym everyday and seems happy enough to just do as he’s told…though I have to say, I’ll be glad when Masters decides what he wants to do with him.” Luke admitted.


“Well I have a feelin’ it won’t be much longer, but as long as he behaves, I don’t care how long Masters lets him stay ‘ere. He’s fully cooperating and so is Buffy, which means Masters has exactly what he wanted. As long as Angel doesn’t do anythin’ stupid, Masters will be more than satisfied with how I’ve handled things. He’ll probably take him off my hands fairly soon, but that doesn’t mean we should get careless and make any slip-ups…while he remains ‘ere…Angel is to be watched and guarded constantly. I don’t want anythin’ going wrong…understood?”


“Yes boss…I doubled the guards and watched him myself when he used the gym and so far, he hasn’t tried anything but you’re right, and I’ll make sure everyone understands they’re not to let their guard down.” Luke assured him.


Spike rose from his chair and walked to the door. “Now if there’s nothin’ else, I think I’ll go and find Buffy.”


“No…we’ve covered everything.” Luke said.


Spike nodded and left him to finish his work.


*****


Buffy had been acting nervous all night and stupidly Spike didn’t figure out the reason until after they’d finished dinner. It was the thoughts of the cameras and bugs that had her on edge. Deciding to put her out of her misery, he asked her to take a walk with him.


She fetched a sweater from the bedroom and met him by the elevator. He pulled her in and as soon as the doors closed, kissing her heatedly.


“What’s wrong baby?” he asked when he let her go.


She shook her head, unwilling to voice her fears in case they were overheard.


Spike used her silence to his advantage and backed her up into a corner, kissing and groping her. She’d showered before dinner and Spike guessed that must’ve nearly killed her, considering how uptight she was about the cameras. She was wearing a knee length skirt that flared nicely around her and Spike used that to his advantage as well. He stuck his hand under the cotton skirt as far as he could, before she grabbed him and tried to push him away.


“Oh baby, don’t play hard to get…you know you want it, or you will if you jus’ give yourself the chance,” he leered at her, playing up for the cameras.


“No I don’t,” she slapped his hand away. “God what is wrong with you, can’t you keep your hands to yourself for two minutes?” She complained, fighting him off.


“Only when I’m havin’ a wank but now that I ‘ave you, I don’t need to do that…do I? Unless you’d like me to do it as part of the warm up act before the main show?” He wriggled his brows at her.


“God crude much…let go!” She pushed him away, successfully this time.


The doors opened and he caught her hand and dragged her out quickly. She had to run to keep up with his quick pace. He didn’t slow until they were in the rose garden.


He sat on the bench and lit a cigarette, looking up at her. “Okay…is this better?” he asked.


Buffy heaved a long sigh. “Is it safe to talk out here?”


Spike nodded. “It’s the bugs and such that’s got you all in a tizzy…right?”


“Yes,” she admitted. “Have you done a check?”


“Yes.”


“And?”


He sighed knowing she wasn’t going to like what he had to say, but she was strong, she’d deal and he’d help her. “There are two cameras and a bug in the sittin’ room. The bedroom also has two cameras and a bug and the bathroom has one of each.”


She stared at him in the semi-dark, perfectly still for a few minutes. Then she made her way to the bench and sank down next to him. “Did you get rid of them?” she asked hopefully.


“No, but I did cover the one in the bathroom with a carefully placed towel…so don’t worry about having been watched when you were in the shower.” He reassured her.


Well that’s something, I suppose. “How do you know you found them all?” she whispered.


“Well I ‘ave this wonderful little gadget that finds them for me…very useful and I even ‘ave a gadget that will make them useless while it’s turned on.”


“Then why haven’t you got rid of them…if you know where they are…or used that gadget on them?” she whispered harshly.


He sighed. “I’ve already explained Buffy. If I keep removin’ the bugs, Masters is only going to keep replacin’ them. Look, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll disable them for tonight, but I need some time to show Masters that he can trust me that he–”


She interrupted him. “What do you mean…trust you? You’re his wonder boy, his right hand man…why wouldn’t he trust you?” she demanded.


“I told you. He’ll be watchin’ all his people more closely from now on. Since I’ve got both you and Angel, he’s bound to be takin’ a very special interest in how I handle things. Until I prove myself, or until I’m in a strong position to demand my own concessions, he’ll keep watchin’…so until one of those things happens, we’ll ‘ave to put up with the bugs and spies.” He pulled her towards him and tugged her until she was sitting on his knee. “Masters doesn’t know that I know the bugs are his. I told him I thought it was possible a rival or the cops were tryin’ to infiltrate us, and he doesn’t know I ‘ave that little gadget that renders them useless. He probably thinks its interference from some outside source or other, but I still ‘ave to be careful. Look, think of it like this…if we know where the bugs are, we’ll never be so stupid as to do or say anythin’ that might end up gettin’ us in trouble and if we really want to, we can avoid them altogether.”


“But not when we go to bed,” she pointed out.


“And that’s the bit that’s botherin’ you the most…isn’t it?” He smoothed her hair back from her face.


“Of course it is and if you were a half-way decent type of person, it would bother you too,” she whispered sharply.


Spike decided not to rise to her nasty comment. “It does bother me. Do you really think I want someone watchin’ us in such a way?” She didn’t reply. “But there’s no better way to prove to Masters that I’m doing exactly what I said I would than by lettin’ him see me gettin’ my revenge on Angel by using you. Once he sees with his own eyes…once he’s convinced, I think he’ll take Angel back and then we’ll be left alone…completely alone.”


She looked at him skeptically, hating him all over again.


“Look Buffy, why do you think I told you ‘bout the bugs? I could’ve kept the information to myself.”


She shrugged.


“Because I want you to know the truth…because I want you to trust me…I didn’t ‘ave to explain anythin’ to you. I could ‘ave jus’ took you as my mistress without tryin’ to win your consent or your trust, but I didn’t. I told you…not to torment you, but to show you what it is I’m tryin’ to protect you from…to show you what we’re up against.” He rubbed her arms and kissed her nose. “And because to make this work, I need you workin’ with me…not fightin’ me or actin’ up, ‘cause if you do, Masters will see that as a failure on my part. He’ll read it as my inability to control you and then he won’t let me keep you.”


He caught her chin and turned her to look at him. “So what’s it to be…do we go back in there and do things to our advantage, or are you going to fight me on this? I’ve already told you…I won’t let you go, and if you decide to fight me on this at this stage…I’ll not give you a chance…I’ll do it my way. Masters isn’t going to ‘ave you…not if I can help it, so if I really ‘ave to prove to him that I can control you against your will, then I’ll do it Buffy…I’ll do whatever it takes…for your own good.” His voice was hard and determined.


Buffy shivered, remembering he was very capable of controlling her.


“Okay,” she whispered.


He kissed her and cradled her in his arms. Swiftly, he slid his hand up her skirt, caressing the smooth flesh of her thigh. “You’re all tense…relax,” he coaxed.


She held onto his shoulders, trying to surrender her body to him, but she was tense and she didn’t think he’d be able to talk her around this time.


She gasped when his fingers wormed their way into her panties. “I thought you wanted to go back inside,” she said confused.


“We will…but you’re all tense and the only thing that will really help you relax, is a nice quick finger fuck and I don’t see why we can’t do that right ‘ere…where no one can see us,” he told her.


His fingers had already found her damp pussy and he tugged her panties to the side and rubbed his fingers in her juices.


“But…but someone could still come out here and…ah, ah…and see us,” she panted.


“And I’ll keep a careful watch…now shut up and let me get you off.” He chuckled and kissed her brow. He thrust two fingers into her and smiled as she turned her face into the crook of his neck, moaning into him. Shyly, Buffy pulled her skirt over her thighs, trying her best to keep as much of herself covered as possible.


She kissed and nibbled his neck as she moaned out her pleasure. Spike could hear her mumbling, but couldn’t make out what she was saying. Her soft mouth sucked on his earlobe and he rubbed his swelling cock against her bottom. She was growing wetter and he could feel her trembling. Since he was already aroused, he didn’t want to drag this activity out too much, so he worked her quickly, pressing on her clit with his thumb and rubbing the spongy bundle of nerves deep inside her with his long slender fingers.


Buffy gripped him tight and trembled in his arms as her release washed over her. Spike turned his face and mumbled softly into her hair as she came. “Beautiful…so beautiful.”


He gave her a moment to calm, keeping his wet fingers at her pussy as her breathing returned to normal before finally removing his hand. He sucked his fingers clean and groaned at the sweet taste of her. On an impulse, he stood up with her and placed her back on the bench. Then he fell to his knees in front of her and pushed her knees apart. He lifted her skirt and ducked under so he could reach her dripping pussy with his mouth.


She squirmed, trying to get him to get up, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he caught her hands in one of his and held them tight as he leisurely licked and sucked every bit of the generous honey that flowed from her. Buffy moaned softly, the sweet sound carrying no further than the edges of the rose garden. He lifted his head when he was satisfied he’d had his fill. Buffy could see his face was shiny with her juices. The sight aroused her all over again. He wiped his face with the back of his hand as he stood up and smiled at her. “Bloody beautiful,” he whispered.


Buffy noticed there were damp patches at his knees.


He tugged her into his arms. “Tomorrow night, I’m going to bring you back out ‘ere so we can fool around, jus’ so you can get used to doing it out of doors,” he said, kissing her. “But now I’m going to take you to bed and shag you…okay?”


She snuggled into his chest and looked up at him. “Can we at least do it under the covers?” she whispered.


Spike chuckled at her, he should’ve known her shyness would continue to be an issue, but in this instance he could understand why she would be feeling shy and nervous. He kissed her brow. “Yes luv…we can do it under the covers and we can even turn the lights out…but only if you let me undress you with the lights on before we get into bed.” She tensed in his arms.


“C’mon Buffy you can do this…be brave…I promise I’ll try not to drag it out,” he promised her sincerely.


She sighed and shook her head reminding him, “I’ve heard your promises before.”


“I know, and I’ll really try my best.”


“Okay,” she said nervously.


He caught her by her shoulders and turned her towards him. “I’ll do my best to get you through this pet, but you must understand I ‘ave to be in charge…I can’t risk Masters thinkin’ I’ve gone sweet on you…so if I act harsh…you’ll remember it’s an act…right?” She frowned at him. Spike sighed and said, “Please Buffy…we need him to think I’m treatin’ you as my hostage and not my girlfriend.” He could see she was still frowning at him. He squeezed her shoulders. “Remember, he thinks I’m usin’ you to get at Angel…otherwise there’d be no point to all of this.”


She sighed dejectedly. “I know…but that doesn’t mean I like it.”


“Yes, well…if we do this right and convince him that both you and Angel are suffering, he’ll take Angel back and leave you ‘ere with me.” He stroked her arms soothingly.


“And you say that like it’s a good thing, and maybe for you it is…but as far as I’m concerned it sucks,” she complained.


Spike chuckled.


Buffy looked at him shrewdly. “Remind me sometime to ask you why you think this is such a good idea because I’d really like to know exactly why you’re doing this?”


Spike had a moment of doubt, but he shrugged it off quickly. “I already told you…I want you and I want my revenge on Angel. If I let you go to Masters, my revenge is short lived and since I met you I’ve come to realize, I want the pleasure you bring me as much as I want to see Angel suffer.” He kissed her lightly.


Buffy stiffened. His admission that he wanted her because of the sex was oddly hurtful.


Spike kissed her, unaware he’d upset her yet again.


Holding her back at arms length, he gazed down at her. A sudden desperate desire to have her full co-operation spurred him to ask, “Tell me now if you think you can’t do this Buffy? Because if you really can’t, we’ll call the whole thing off…I’ll ‘ave Luke or one to the men call me away on some excuse or other, and we’ll leave this for another night.”


Spike’s offer to reschedule, went a long way in helping lend Buffy the strength she would need to face the approaching ordeal. For a moment she thought about saying yes, but what good would it do? She knew there was no real way around it. They needed Masters to believe Spike was playing his part…following orders and making them suffer. So if this didn’t happen tonight, it would still happen another night, so what would be the point in prolonging the agony…NO, it was better to get it over and done with.


Looking up at him, she shook her head. “No…what would be the point? I don’t think I’ll be able to function properly if I have this hanging over my head for any length of time…it’s best to just get it over with,” she told him soberly.


She was right…of course. A surge of fierce admiration made Spike smile and hug her tightly. He nodded and taking her hand, he led her back inside.

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TBC...soon
 

Chapter Forty Seven.

On With the Show.


Spike shut the bedroom door and turned to face Buffy. As he expected, she looked nervous. He half smiled at her and realized that even though they were being watched; he was still enjoying all this nervous passion and shy sex she was producing. She made him feel like a teenager again. He just wished there wasn’t an audience.


Crossing the room, he pulled his t-shirt over his head and kicked off his boots making his way towards her. He tried to give her a reassuring smile, but she seemed oblivious to his effort to calm her. She stood rooted to the spot, frantically looking about her for an escape route. Spike dropped the t-shirt on the floor and opened his jeans. Passing her, he pulled the covers back on the bed.


Sitting on the edge of the bed, he swept a slow sensuous look over her body. “Come ‘ere,” he said in a commanding tone.


She shook her head and backed away from him.


He didn’t try to follow her. He knew there was nowhere for her to go and he had to get her to obey. “Buffy, I said come ‘ere.” She shook her head again. “If I ‘ave to fetch you…I’ll tie you to the bed again.” That stopped her slow retreat. A frightened look crossed her face.


Biting her lip, Buffy slowly made her way towards him. She wondered nervously if this was part of the act. She thought it must be, after all, he’d said he wanted to show Masters he could control her.


He took her hand when she stopped in front of him. “That’s better…I don’t like havin’ to repeat myself.” Gently, he rubbed the back of her hand in what she thought might be a comforting gesture.


He reached for the long zipper that fastened her top and yanked it open. She jumped, completely taken by surprise by his aggressive move. He gazed at her for a second before pushing the top off her shoulders. She was wearing a black lace bra with a coppery trim. It looked sexy and revealing in a totally mouth watering way. Spike regretted the need to promise he wouldn’t draw this out…he really loved looking at her. He consoled himself with the thought that there would be lots of opportunities in the future to take his time and admire her, but now wasn’t one of those opportunities. Cupping her hips, he slowly drew her closer to him and cautiously reached behind her.


As he pulled her forward, Buffy placed her hands on his forearms, trying to prevent herself from falling forward and landing on top of him. She looked at him, but his eyes remained cool and indifferent. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Uncertain, she looked away. Buffy felt him reach behind her to the button at the back of her skirt. Nervously, she gripped him tighter. Quickly, he undid the fastenings and the skirt slipped down her tanned legs. Leaning forward, he kissed her stomach, making her flinch.


Suddenly, Buffy remembered the fading marks on her bottom. She blushed with mortification, knowing the cameras must be picking up on the unsightly marks.


Spike pushed her away slightly. He looked at her in the matching black and copper panties that hugged her hips sexily. He caressed her pert bum and wasn’t surprised when she tried to move away from him, blushing deeply.


Buffy couldn’t help wondering if he’d deliberately caressed her to draw attention to the marks that could be seen quite clearly in the light of the lamps. She scowled at him angrily.


Spike had been very careful how often he used the disabling device. He’d only allowed Masters to see enough to support what he wanted the old bastard to think…namely that he could and would control Buffy. He needed Masters to believe that his only real interest in her was to torment Angel and of course, the obvious one, using her as a good fuck. He regretted Masters had witnessed any of their intimate moments together, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He promised himself, Buffy would never know exactly how much of her life had been caught on film since Gilbey had fitted the first cameras in her apartment. That at least he could spare her, and if this act worked, they’d never have to go through anything like it again. Which made convincing Masters with this performance, vital.


When he’d first told Masters of his plan to use Buffy, to make Angel suffer, he’d reluctantly agreed to allow his boss to be an observer when he took her. At the time, he hadn’t seen a way out of that one and so he’d grudgingly went along with Masters’ demands and ordered the placing of the camera in his bedroom. Though he hated himself for not telling Buffy the whole truth…letting her believe that he was only allowing the camera to remain to convince Masters his relationship with her was one of captive and jailer. When all along, it had been planned months ago that Masters would be watching and listening, he was still watching and listening and Spike knew he would have to put on a good show to convince the bastard that he wasn’t going soft on Buffy or letting up on his torment of Angel.


Now he prepared himself to put on the necessary performance of more lies and subterfuge. He sighed, wondering why of late this was bothering him more and more, surely he should be used to it…it was after all his life, and had been since the day he met Drusilla.


Okay, on with the show.


“You're very quiet luv…were you always this quiet for Angel?” She looked at him sharply. “Maybe Angel preferred you quiet or maybe he found a better use for your mouth.” She was frowning now. “I don’t mind if you’ve got nothin’ to say…I already know your mouth is much better at suckin’ me off than it is at makin’ conversation.”


She gasped and slapped him across the face.


This was not quite the reaction he’d hoped for. What the bloody hell is she playing at? She said she wouldn’t fight me. Well okay, maybe a little resistance wouldn’t hurt; it might make things look more convincing, he reasoned.


She squeaked as he flipped her to the bed. He pinned her hands above her head, covering her body with his own. “Now I thought we’d discussed this Buffy…I thought you’d agreed to be a good girl.” She was panting hard, her eyes wide and over bright. “I don’t mind fuckin’ you tied up and I will if you don’t cooperate, or we could take this downstairs and let Angel in on the action…I’m sure he’d jus’ love to watch me stick it to you.”


“You bastard,” she gasped, tears shining in her pretty eyes.


“That’s true, but I hope those tears aren’t your way of tryin’ to appeal to my softer side? Because you know fine well they won’t work.” He kissed the side of her neck, licking the love-bite softly. She tried to buck him off and he bit the mark.


“OUCH! That hurts…stop,” she yelped.


He chuckled. “You slapped me, and that hurt…maybe you shouldn’t dish it unless you can take it,” he said, fondling a breast expertly. She looked at him anguished. “Poor little Buffy…I know you hate this, but face it luv…what choice do you ‘ave? I’ve given you all the time I’m willin’ to and now it’s time to get on with it… or we could always go back to the way things were.”


“What?”


“I could order Angel chained back to his bed…remove his bathin’ privileges and cut down on his sleepin’ hours again,” he smirked at her. “Then I could lock you back in the other room…maybe let my men know that I wouldn’t object if any of them took an interest in you.” She paled. “I think Gilbey might like a try at you.” She whimpered and he lowered his head to kiss her. Predictably, she jerked her head to the side to avoid him.


He jerked away from her, pulling her up by her wrists. “Fine…if that’s the way you want it, then that’s the way it is. I really thought after this weekend you’d see some sense, but I’m gettin’ sick of you fightin’ me.” He pulled her off the bed and backed her up to the mirrored wardrobe. Stunned, she looked at him.


He spun her around and quickly undid the clasp on her bra and pulled the garment from her. Buffy gasped indignantly, her arms coming up quickly to cover her breasts. “There’s no use you coverin’ up…I’ve seen you naked before,” he reminded her, but she didn’t move her arms. “Now you’re really pissin’ me off, but since I’ve already told my men you’re mine and I hate lookin’ as if I’ve lost face…I’m going to ask you for the very last time to stop this.” He slipped his hands into her hair, letting the fine lengths slide through his fingers, watching as the golden strands shimmered in the subdued lighting of the lamps. “You’re very beautiful Buffy,” he whispered hoarsely. “Angel was a very lucky bloke, but he lost you and now you’re mine. I guess that makes me a very lucky bloke…only I don’t feel lucky. I feel annoyed…annoyed because Angel isn’t sufferin’ enough and you’re s’posed to be helpin’ me with that, yet every time you’re s’posed to uphold your end of the deal…you keep tryin’ to back out.” Letting her hair slide free of his fingers, he leaned in, in a threatening fashion and softly brushed her cheek with a calloused finger.


Buffy sensed this was part of the act, yet her heart was still beating rapidly, spurred on with her uncertainties and doubts. Unwelcome tears stung her eyes.


Spike whispered at ear, “Now I won’t ask again…because if I ‘ave to ask again, I’ll jus’ toss you to my men, regardless of how much face I might lose and I’ll make sure each and every one of them rapes you in front of your precious Angel. Now are you going to stop fightin’ me?”


This at least Buffy knew was untrue, she knew Spike would never share her. She suddenly remembered the act he’d staged the night he’d taken her to see Angel…the red dress…the mock rape…the unloaded gun, and oddly the knowledge that it had been an act strengthened her courage.


She was taking too long to reply. Frustrated by her silence, Spike shook her slightly. The action caused a few tears to slip down her face.


“Yes,” she whispered, tearfully.


Spike released her immediately and backed away to the bed. He pulled off his jeans and sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his fully aroused length.


“Come ‘ere Buffy,” he whispered, huskily.


Buffy stifled back a sob and with her arms shielding her breasts, she walked slowly towards him, a pained look on her pretty face. Spike felt a pang of regret for having to treat her so roughly. She looked to be at breaking point, but he couldn’t figure out why after everything he’d told her about Masters watching, she wouldn’t just meekly go along with things. Surely she realized the more she resisted and fought the more he’d have to exert control over her.


She stopped in front of him, a few stray tears trickling down her pale cheeks. He hooked his fingers into the elastic of her panties and slowly pulled them down. He resolutely tried to pay no attention to her tears mingled with her little sobs. She stepped out of the black lace and her pretty heeled shoes at the same time.


In a slow fluid move, he stood and embraced her, turning her and lowering her to the bed in one smooth gentle motion. He rolled off her for a moment, exposing her body to the room as he reached for the covers. Alarmed, Buffy squeaked and quickly pulled a pillow over her nakedness.


Spike chuckled at her. “Were you this shy in front of Angel?” he asked.


She shot him a hateful look and forgetting herself snapped, “I didn’t need to be shy in front of Angel…I loved him.”


Spike’s jaw clenched at her words. What the fucking hell is she doing? Is she deliberately trying to goad me? Spike considered who his audience was. He knew he had to react because Masters would expect him too.


Spike ripped the pillow from her and pinned her hands to the bed. “I don’t give a fuck if you love him or not…you’re mine now and if I want to look at you I bleedin’ well will.” Shock froze her as he insolently gazed at her body. She was blushing furiously. Spike gazed at her and didn’t have to act the desire that filled his eyes or swelled his cock. “You know what…I’m beginnin’ to feel a whole lot luckier.” He lowered his head and sucked a pink nipple into his mouth, laving the soft teat with his hot tongue and biting down gently. Relenting slightly, he covered her lower body with a well placed leg. He moved to her other breast and repeated the kiss, sucking deeply, waiting to get a reaction from her before letting her go.


Buffy couldn’t believe this was happening to her. He’d promised he wouldn’t draw this out and she was reasonably sure he was trying his best, but it still felt like torture. She realized too late she shouldn’t have mentioned Angel. She knew how sensitive Spike was about him. Yet pride and a sense of injustice wouldn’t let her just accept this passively. A streak of rebelliousness surged within her, urging her to retain a modicum of self-respect and backbone, despite the danger of the situation.


Spike was kissing her breasts, and as hard as she tried not to let him see how he was affecting her, she couldn’t help it. She closed her eyes and the sensation doubled. He bit her gently and a soft gasp escaped her.


Spike chuckled and pulled the covers over the two of them. “There…does that make you feel better?”


“Yes,” she half sobbed.


He started kissing her, trying to get her to relax, though he could tell she was far from relaxed. Brushing a hand over her stomach, he tickled her as he worked his way further down towards her pussy, but just as his fingers brushed her springy curls she grabbed his hand, stopping him.


He sighed loudly and angrily barked. “BUFFY! What do you think you’re doing?”


She blinked at him. “Nothing…I’m sorry.”


“Look at me.” She turned her head to look at him. Gazing at her, he tried to convey his feelings to her. “Buffy…think ‘bout what you’re doing ‘ere and why you’re doing it,” he tried to remind her, subtly. “Think of Angel and yourself and of how much you’ll both suffer if you make me angry.” Her eyes were filling with tears again.


He sighed. “Bloody hell…I’m sick of lookin’ at your tears.”


“And I’m sick of looking at you,” she snapped back.


That made him laugh. “Oooh, what a brave girl you are.” He gently squeezed her hand under the covers. “You’re lucky I like your sassy mouth. Well, since I don’t want to look at your tears and you don’t want to look at me, and ‘cause your all shy and blushin’…I’ll let you ‘ave the lights out…IF, you promise not to misbehave and try to stop me again. Well…is it a deal?”


She nodded her head.


“Good.” He reached over and turned the lamp off on her side of the bed. He shifted to his side and turned off the last light, shrouding the room in darkness. He felt Buffy relax beside him. He knew then, he’d have to do something permanently about the cameras, she was too reserved…she’d never get used to the idea of being watched. He pushed the problem from his mind to be dealt with at a later date. Now he had to deal with helping her get through this and even though the room was completely dark and she seemed to think they couldn’t be seen, Spike knew fine well Masters was using very sophisticated equipment with excellent night vision. Thankfully, Buffy didn’t know this and the cover of darkness was giving her the chance to relax a bit.


Spike took advantage of this, hating himself for using her in this way, but knowing he had no choice. He pushed the thoughts of Masters and the cameras to the back of his mind and concentrated on helping Buffy.


“Okay now?” he asked.


She nodded.


“Good, now put your hand on my cock.” She hesitated, but did as he told her. “That’s it…good girl…now I don’t need to tell you what to do. Do I?”


“No,” she whispered.


He cupped her mound and caressed her smooth skin. “Open up pet…let me in…I want to touch you.” She moved her legs, giving him a bit of room. He parted her folds and gently swirled a finger over her soft clit. She was still nice and wet from earlier and Spike had no trouble pushing his fingers into her.


She gasped at the unexpected stimulation. Spike smiled and covered her mouth with his own, kissing her deeply as he moved his fingers inside her. She was beginning to respond, but she was still being too quiet.


“That’s it luv…you like that don’t you?” he asked.


She nodded.


“There’s no use you noddin’ Buffy…it’s too dark for me to see you clearly you ‘ave to answer me.” He pushed a third finger into her and kissed her neck. “Now tell me…do you like havin’ my fingers in your pussy?”


She groaned, hating him and this whole nightmare more than ever. “Yes,” she whispered, turning her face into his shoulder.


“And what ‘bout this…do you like this?” He pinched her clit.


“OH…oh,” she panted, squeezing him tightly.


Spike laughed. “Oh steady on luv…I’d ‘ave thought Angel would’ve taught you how to handle a man’s goods, but maybe I jus’ get you excited.” He pinched her clit again, making her squirm and moan. “That’s a yes I take it.”


He knew he was teasing and goading her, but until she gave him what was needed he had no choice. He needed her to comply. The snapping back was good, it confirmed her suffering, but the end result had to be her submitting to him…acting like a subdued and mastered prisoner. He knew if she could just forget about Masters and his bloody cameras for a minute, she’d respond like the goddess she was and then he could bring this farce to an end for both of them, but how to reach her…how to get her to let go and give in was beyond him.


Then inspiration struck.


He pulled away from her, leaning over her. “Show me how you liked Angel to touch you,” he demanded.


Buffy nearly died when she heard what he wanted. “What! NO,” she cried, outraged.


“I wasn’t makin’ a request Buffy…show me,” his voice was hard.


“Spike no…please…I can’t,” she pleaded.


“Why?” he asked harshly.


She was breathing hard. “I-I…don’t know,” she stammered. “Please don’t ask me to do things…th-that…I can’t bring myself to do…please,” she begged, gripping his arms. She was totally unaware the covers had slipped down both of them, exposing her breasts and baring most of his back and hips.


“Then if you can’t show me how you liked him to touch you…let me show you how I like to be touched.” He rolled them so she was on top. Quickly, he pushed her into an upright position. Gasping, she clutched the sheet to her naked breasts.


Spike laughed sardonically and ripped the sheet from her hands. “Bloody hell woman…what the hell are you coverin’ up for…it’s darker then the pits of hell in ‘ere…there’s no one ‘ere besides me to look at you and even I can’t see you…so drop the fuckin’ virgin act and loosen up for fucks sake,” he snapped angrily.


She was stunned by his harshness, though she hoped he was trying to tell her that it was safe to remain uncovered. Knowing she had no choice but to go along with things, she resigned herself to letting him get her through this.


“What do you want me to do?” she asked in a small voice.


At last…now he had her.


“Suck me…with your pretty little mouth,” he told her calmly.


Buffy groaned. With extreme hesitancy, she positioned herself over his ridged cock and grasped him lightly in her hand. Spike watched her silhouette in the darkness as she slowly took him into her mouth. It was bliss. She was so good at this and he knew he’d have to be careful not to come in her mouth, or it would take him longer to come inside her and he couldn’t afford not to go all the way with her tonight. So to spare her, he would let her give a good impression of a blowjob, but stop her before it was too late.


Yet, he hated to see her act this way, especially since he was so unsure how seriously she was taking him, but he knew this was exactly the kind of thing that would help convince Masters that what he was seeing was for real.



Soon, Spike was lost to all thoughts as her mouth sucked him to a blissful state.


He struggled to regain control of himself. “You must’ve made Angel very happy pet…aah…you ‘ave a great mouth.” She didn’t reply. He reached down and caressed her head. “Did he teach you how to do this?”


Quickly, she pulled away from him. “God…don’t you ever just shut up about Angel? What the hell is it with you…are you so hung up on him that you can’t even forget about him for the five minutes it will take me to finish this?” She was sitting up, breathing hard, all annoyed and bristling. Spike thought she looked fucking gorgeous. “I swear I’ll scream if you mention him one more time.”


“Oh you’ll scream alright luv, but it won’t be because I’m talkin’ ‘bout that fuckin’ bastard,” he ground out.


Completely forgetting the mission, Buffy snapped angrily, “And that’s what this is really about…isn’t it…you fucking me? Because it’s the next best thing to fucking him over…right?”


Spike jerked her down on top of him. “What else should it be ‘bout Buffy? Don’t kid yourself…if Angel wasn’t in love with you…I wouldn’t even look at you twice, but it’s your bad luck that he is ‘cause that means I’ll be fuckin’ you for years to come. You’re my perfect, beautiful revenge. I’ve waited years to get my own back on him and never in my wildest dreams did I imagine revenge could be so sweet…so beautiful…so fuck-able.” He kissed her hard; cutting off anything she might have been about to say.


When he released her, she was gasping. “You know I think I lied. I would look at you twice, but only because I want to fuck you and if Masters had asked me to dispose of you…I’d ‘ave still locked you up and kept you for myself because so far luv…you’re provin’ to be a very good fuck and Angel’s loss is my gain. You’re mine to do with as I like and I really like fuckin’ you…of course…I’m also really going to enjoy tellin’ Angel all ‘bout it too…so you see…your being ‘ere means so very much to me. I get revenge on Angel and I get to use you anyway I want, and since you’re the only woman he’s ever loved…you’re now the only woman I’m going to want to fuck.”


She struggled in his grasp. “What the hell do you expect me to say to that? I’m sorry he hurt you…I’m sorry you hate him…I’m sorry he took Drusilla and ran away,” she nearly sobbed, but she was too angry. “Well I’m not…I don’t care that he hurt you or that Drusilla loved him and that you hated him…hated both of them for it. I DON’T CARE. He was the only man I’ve ever loved and you’re probably the only man I’ll ever hate,” she yelled.


Spike was angered and stung by her words. He hadn’t meant to push her that far, but now he had, and he was pretty sure he was hearing the truth. Though it was perfect for convincing Masters that both Angel and Buffy hated their situations and Spike knew Masters would think he was overjoyed by their misery and his mastery over them. Yet in his heart, Spike hated it. He loved her and she really hated him.


Swiftly Spike realized this was turning out to be a disaster, obviously he hadn’t managed to make himself clear to her. Judging by her responses she was taking what he was saying too seriously and she was fighting back…okay, not physically…but verbally, and in this situation that could be more dangerous than she realized.


Gritting his teeth, Spike wrestled for control of his temper; afraid he’d give the whole lot of them away if he didn’t. Never again would he lose control of himself like he had at the cabin. The realization was a revelation, but still a cold comfort.


Throwing himself into the act he pushed on. “Oh Buffy baby…you wound me,” he sighed dramatically, placing his hand over his heart in a mocking gesture. “Still it only makes my revenge all the sweeter…knowin’ that I’ll be able to tell Angel that the woman he loves is takin’ it…albeit reluctantly, from the only man she’ll ever hate. Yep…that sounds like poetic justice to me,” he chuckled. “Now how do you want it…missionary or doggy, or would you like to be in the drivin’ seat?” He smirked at her.


Buffy pushed herself up and slapped him across the face. Spike laughed and flipped her to the bed.


“Oh, I think you’ll ‘ave to pay for that one luv.” He quickly reached for a condom from the drawer.


Buffy tried to scramble from the bed, but he caught her by her ankle and pulled her back, laughing. “Now where do you think you’re going…? You know I’m not done with you yet.” She struggled and tried to kick him. Spike didn’t want this to get out of hand so he quickly took charge.


“BUFFY…STOP RIGHT NOW,” he yelled.


She collapsed onto the bed, half under him.


“I’m fuckin’ deadly serious ‘bout this…make one more move to get out of this bed, and I promise you…you’ll regret it,” he barked.


She looked at him over her shoulder, her hair a wild mess around her face. Hesitantly, she moved back to the centre of the bed.


“That’s better. Now I’m going to give you a choice…” She groaned. Spike chuckled. “Yeah I know, life’s a bitch…but ‘ere’s your choice…I either go downstairs and string Angel up and beat the fuck out of him, or I stay ‘ere and fuck you,” he stroked her face in the dark. “Choose,” he commanded.


Her ragged breaths echoed in the darkness. “Stay,” she whispered.


“Good choice.”


He rolled the condom over his cock and pulled her into his arms. He pushed her onto her back and positioned himself between her legs. Kissing her, he ran his hand down to her pussy and probed at her opening. She was still wet, but she was really tense. Spike wondered if she would forgive him for how badly things had worked out this evening, but he'd warned her not to fight him, and yet she had. He’d warned her what would happen if she did and now he had no choice, but to just get on with it. He wished she’d sent him away. He pumped his fingers into her, working her up. He was amazed when she moaned and pushed onto his fingers. Maybe she understood…maybe she was acting too. He could hope, though in his heart he didn’t think it was very likely.


He kissed her with passion and longing…tenderly and deeply, holding her tightly. She moaned into his mouth. Spike’s heart clenched and he caressed her breasts. Kissing over her neck, he worked her up as he moved slowly down over her collarbone and started to kiss and lick her breasts. Now that she was still and quiet, he made love to her with his body, wishing he could say the things he longed to say to her, but knowing she would never want to hear them from him. After all the horrible and harsh things they’d said to each other, he tried to erase it with soft and tender touches, with gentle sweet kisses. He was so glad when she began to respond to him with soft questing hands of her own and light kisses that stole his heart all over again. He sighed as he felt her hands slide into his hair, twisting the strands gently as he sucked her nipples to hard pebbles. He sucked deeper and swirled a wet finger over her clit. She moaned passionately.


He didn’t care if Masters was watching. He wanted her and he wanted her to want him too…even if she did hate him. She liked his body and what he could do with it and how he could make her feel. He slid under the covers and down her body. He was very surprised when she didn’t protest, but he noticed her casually drape an arm over her breasts.


Pushing her knees apart, he licked her gently, lapping at her softly. Her other hand stayed in his hair, gently rubbing and encouraging him. Spike was stunned when she caressed his face before letting her hand slip further down to her pussy, where she joined his tongue and fingers with her own fingers. He caught her hand and smothered it with tiny kisses.


The sheet slipped and he watched her in the gloom. Her hand returned to her mound. Spike wasn’t sure if she was shielding or touching herself. Kissing her thighs, he whispered against her flesh, “Beautiful…Buffy…that’s beautiful.”


She caressed his face and trailed her fingers to his mouth. He caught them and sucked them softly, playing with the digits with his tongue. He returned to her pussy and continued to suck, lick, kiss and stroke her to climax. She was softly moaning with what he hoped was genuine pleasure. He knew she was going to come when he felt her inner muscles begin to tremble. He watched her for a moment, before silently guiding her fingers into her pussy. Their fingers entwined, he joined her in moving inside her wet flesh, rubbing her clit rapidly. Suddenly, she gasped and Spike felt her core clench around both their fingers. Removing both their hands, he lowered his mouth to drink from her, bringing her to climax again. She gripped his hair and thrust herself against his mouth, panting and gasping as she rode her orgasm to its end.


Spike climbed up her body and held her in his arms, stroking her hair and kissing her face as he waited for her breathing to return to normal. Subdued for now, she lay next to him, naked and beautiful, her body heaving as she came down. Slowly, her arms wrapped around him and she snuggled into his side. She was quiet, only her hand moved, gently playing with the curls at the nape of his neck.


“You’re mine Buffy,” he whispered.


She nodded.


“And I want you…want you now,” he whispered.


She nodded again, whether in acknowledgment, understanding or permission he wasn’t sure and he couldn’t ask.


He rolled her onto her back and lay on top of her. She opened her legs and he slipped in, groaning as she enveloped him in her heated centre. She felt so good. He held still inside her, savoring the sensation for a long moment before he started to thrust into her.


Her hands were at his shoulders and he pulled them away to pin them beside her head. “Lift your knees pet and wrap your legs around me.” She did as he asked and he slipped in deeper.


“You feel nice pet…now work with me,” he whispered, kissing her breast.


Quickly, he moved inside her, thrusting deeply into her core, groaning as her legs locked behind him. “Oh yes…now this is why I’m willin’ to put up with your smart mouth.” She turned her face away from him and he licked her neck. He thrust faster, making her moan.


He nibbled her earlobe and licked the shell of her ear. “Look at me Buffy,” he whispered at her ear.


She turned her face to him and he kissed her. “Tell me you like being fucked by me,” he said.


She gasped and wriggled in his grasp. “I like being…fucked by you,” she repeated dryly.


“Somehow I’m not convinced, but don’t worry…you can make it up to me by moanin’ loudly for me.” He thrust harder and faster, causing her to moan involuntarily.


He chuckled. “Yeah, like that.”


Unexpectedly, she lifted her head and kissed him, shocking him with the shy gentle touch. What was she trying to say? That she understood…that she wanted him to hurry and finish? Or maybe she just wanted to kiss him. Whatever it was…the kiss still turned him on and he thrust harder, groaning with his effort.


She kissed him again, but this time she thrust her tongue into his mouth.


“What baby…what’d ya want?” She moaned and moved with him. “Do you want this kitten?” He slammed his length into her and she moaned again softly. “Do you want me kitten?” His pace was staggering and she was panting and gasping as she tried to keep up with him. “C’mon Buffy tell me you want it…tell me you want me.”


He slowed his pace and kissed her softly, coaxing her tongue to play with his. “Say it Buffy,” he whispered, hoping to persuade her. He nuzzled her neck and thrust into her at a high angle, rubbing her clit as he stroked in and out of her.


She whimpered softly and turned her mouth to his. “I want it…I want you…God help me, I really do,” she murmured against his mouth.


Spike froze, stunned by her words. He wished he could see her face…see her eyes. He kissed her tenderly and was thrilled when she returned the kiss as softly.


Savagely, Spike reminded himself there was an act to maintain…and an audience to win over. “God won’t help you, but I will kitten.” He pulled out of her. “Turn over,” he commanded.


She hesitated for a moment and then he pushed her into moving. As soon as she was laying face down on the bed, he caught hold of her hips and pulled her up onto her knees. She brought her hands up to support herself on all fours. “How ‘bout we try it this way?” He positioned himself behind her and stroked the tip of his hard length against her moist heat. She gasped loudly. “Oh you like that…don’t you kitten?” She answered him with a groan. “I love tryin’ new positions with you pet…you make it all seem as if you’ve never done it before…though I’m sure Angel took you like this…doggy is a favorite of his…and mine.” He leaned over her back, caressing her swaying breasts and kissed her cheek.


Humiliated, Buffy jerked away from him and tried to shrug him off.


Spike chuckled as he rose up behind her. Grasping her hips, he thrust into her rapidly. He knew he wouldn’t last long, she felt so tight at this angle and he was so turned on by the new position that he couldn’t help himself. She was panting and moaning and he could feel she was close to coming again. Quickly, he ploughed into her hot depths, pumping his thick shaft faster and harder. He was close…he could feel his balls tightening, ready to shoot into her.


Suddenly, Buffy took matters into her own hands. She reached down and rubbed her clit. Spike was amazed and aroused by her bold move. He pulled her up so her back was pressed to his chest. Holding her he fondled her breasts, firmly pinching her nipples and thrusting into her. He covered her hand with his and helped her rub her clit. “Fuck yes…yes, that’s nice…you’re so tight baby…I can feel you comin’…squeeze me.”


She trembled against him gasping, as she squeezed him with her tight pussy. Spike could tell she was lost to her passion. He knew he could do or say anything to her now and she would give him what he wanted, just to appease the burning need that was consuming her. He wondered how she could hate him so much and still respond so perfectly to him. It was as if her body loved him, but her heart and head despised him.


“Spike…Spike,” she whispered so softly he only just heard her.


“What kitten?” he asked.


“Please.”


He kissed her neck and nodded his head.


He thrust harder and faster as he rubbed her clit. Her hand flew up to her mouth as she screamed, but it wasn’t much use. She came hard, unable to control her release. She sobbed and cried as wave after wave of bliss swept through her as he continued to thrust into her. As her cries began to die down, he gripped her tighter and cried out. She felt him tense and shudder as his thrusts suddenly became frantic.


Spike pushed into her as she clamped around him. She was nearly weeping with the force of her orgasm. He held her to him as he felt her go boneless against him. Her core was strangling him and with a cry he came, shooting into her as he lost his rhythm and pumped his pelvis erratically.


“OH, FUCK! YES, YES,” he cried out, holding her steady so he could finish.


Spent, he let them fall to the side. He cradled her, being careful not to hurt her with his dead weight. They were both breathing hard. Spike thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest, it was beating so fast. He placed a hand over Buffy’s heart, feeling the equally wild beating against his palm. He smiled in satisfaction; glad she was similarly affected by their passion. He marveled at how it just seemed to get better each time they joined together. Even with Drusilla he’d never experienced such ecstasy. Buffy took his breath away and he didn’t think he would ever come closer to finding perfection…not like this perfection that he found with her.


Gently, he pulled out of her and kissed her shoulder as he draped the covers over her trembling body. He slipped from the bed and padded to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he climbed in beside her, he was surprised when she turned to him and wound her arms around him. He pulled her into his embrace and kissed her brow.


Still mindful of their audience, he chose his words carefully. “See luv…now wasn’t that nice…it’s always nice when you stop fightin’…though I don’t mind you fightin’ some…it makes the havin’ of you that much more tantalisin’ and I ‘ave to admit…if you made it too easy…I’d be very disappointed.” He kissed her cheek.


“I hate you,” she whispered.


“And that’s what makes this all so interesting,” he replied. He rolled her onto her side and spooned up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her securely to him.


He could hear the tears in her voice. “It'll never make any difference how many times you do this. I’ll never want you the way I wanted him,” she whispered brokenly.


Annoyed, Spike pulled her around and loomed over her. “You know…I’m going to give you a piece of advice…don’t ever talk ‘bout Angel to me…I told you, I don’t care what the two of you felt for each other and I don’t care what you feel now.” His voice was full of quiet menace, leaving Buffy in no doubt that at this moment he was very serious and she didn’t think it had anything to do with Masters. Again she realized she might have pushed him too far.


He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. It was a hard, punishing kiss. She gasped when he let her go. “You belong to me now and I shouldn’t ‘ave to remind you what happened the last time you threw Angel in my face.”


Unable to answer, she just gazed back at him in the gloom.


“From now on…the only thing I want to hear from you while you’re in my bed…is your moans and gasps, as I fuck you and the next time you mention Angel to me before, durin’ or after I’ve fucked you…I’ll make you regret the day you first opened your legs and let him slip inside you…do you understand?” He said coldly.


She didn’t answer.


“Do you understand?” he snapped coldly.


She flinched. “Yes…I-I understand.”


He sighed and spooned against her “You’d better. Now go to sleep.” He kissed her neck. “Better get used to it luv…this is the way it is from ‘ere on out…and my only concern is to make sure Angel suffers…and the more I ‘ave you…the more he’ll suffer.”


Silence fell between them. Sighing, Spike closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. He was worried how things were going to be between them in the morning and wondered how much time it would take to try and undo the harm caused by both of them. Though he knew Buffy had no idea just how much she was capable of hurting him.


Again, he lay in the dark, listening to her soft sobs as she cried herself to sleep. Spike waited until he heard her breathing even out, before slipping from the bed and making his way to the sitting room. He went directly to the phone and dialed a number he knew by heart. The phone on the other side rang three times before Masters picked up.


“William, right on time…how are you enjoying Ms. Summers?” The old man chuckled dryly.


“What’d you think? I’m enjoyin’ her very, very much.” He kept his voice low. He didn’t want to risk waking Buffy.


“You were right when you said she’s a little fire cracker, but you seem to be well able to keep her in line.”


“You saw everythin’ then?”


“Oh yes…and I must say…I think I might have made a mistake in allowing you to have all the fun and I’m very disappointed you won’t relent and let me watch you have her on more than this one occasion.”


Spike could hear the old mans real annoyance, but he didn’t care. That wasn’t the bargain he’d made with his boss. The old bastard would just have to be content with getting the visual of their first time together at the mansion. Spike knew Buffy was something else to be seen in the flesh, so he didn’t feel in the least bit repentant. The old bastard would probably play the tape a thousand times anyway, and Spike knew fine well Masters had more, though he hadn’t agreed to any of those.


“Yeah…well…you agreed I could do things my way as long as I got Angel back for you and didn’t kill him.” He reminded his boss. “Though fuckin’ Buffy is…I suppose…adequate compensation for not killin’ him.” Then he changed topics, hoping to distract the old man. “I’ve made arrangements to ‘ave Dru admitted into a clinic…I think she’ll be alright there.”


“I’m truly sorry for you William…I know what she meant to you, but I have a feeling you won’t be lonely for too long…Ms. Summers seems to be filling the gaps quite nicely,” he chuckled lecherously.


“She has her moments and it’ll be fun to fill Angel in on how well she performs.”


“Yes…how is poor Liam handling his true love being your latest fuck toy?”


“As we thought…it’s drivin’ him mad. He even offered to throw himself on your mercy to try and protect her. I think it’s safe to say, that thanks to Buffy…Angel will continue to suffer for a very long time, and of course…I’m also enjoyin’ Buffy’s pretty body almost as much as I’m enjoyin’ his pain.”


“Yes…she is lovely and she seems to take instruction well. Tell me…is she as good as she looks?” The dirty old git was almost panting. Spike had a sickening image of the old buzzard jerking off as he’d watched the two of them in bed.


“To be honest…she’s a bit of a slow starter and I can’t say I cared for all the water works, but she seemed to come to her senses and give a very spirited performance. I’ll be sure to share the highlights with Angel and I can’t say I’ll ‘ave to force myself to keep up his torment.”


Masters laughed. “Judging by the beautiful stripes on her ass…she gave you some trouble at the cabin?”


“Yeah…well…what can I say…she needed a firm hand and a little persuasion, but it didn’t distract from my enjoyment and despite her protests…I’m enjoyin’ myself…after all, it’s not every day you get to fuck your enemy’s lover.”


“And what about Ms. Summers…is she enjoying herself?”


“Nah…she hates me…or at least she says she does, but that’s usually after I’ve made her scream.” Spike paused, then added. “Actually, she tends to say it before I make her scream as well,” he scoffed, chuckling for a moment. “You know what women are like…always cryin’ and pleadin’ with you to stop and let them go, even as they’re gaspin’ for more and beggin’ you to give it to them harder. Buffy’s no exception…she begs beautifully.”


Masters laughed gleefully “Yes…I heard. Well William…keep up the good work and I enjoyed the show. Maybe I could persuade you to let me watch again sometime.” He asked hopefully.


Spike decide to deflect the old man’s suspicions. “Anytime you want. Jus’ as long as you give me enough warning. I’ll ‘ave a camera set up in the bedroom or the poolroom…if you prefer.”


Masters chuckled. “I’ll look forward to it. Goodnight William…please feel free to return to Ms. Summers and enjoy her as much as you like and please make sure Liam understands how much she’s not enjoying it.”


“Thank you…I will.” The phone went dead as Masters hung up.


Lighting a cigarette, Spike sat in the dark, wondering how his life had gotten so fucked up. Silently, he fought the sting of tears and not for the first time, he wished with his whole heart he had a different life. He was sick of this one.


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