Chapter 7



Riley dropped Buffy off at her apartment and tried to win an invitation to come in but Buffy almost shut the door in his
face saying she was exhausted and goodnight.
She unpacked, had a beer, changed into something a little more comfortable and then dialed UCLA information to track
down the number at his dorm she could call. Several calls later she finally made it to the right place, asked for him and
heard some shouts for him to come to the phone in the background.

“Buffy?” came his voice on the other line.
“William! I found you. I’ve been calling all over...umm..I’m back in town...”
“Yeah..trip go well? Mum doing good? How was shagging Cardboard? That not work out for you? Calling me for a bit of
cold comfort?” he baited her.
“William, please..I’m sorry. Nothing happened between Riley and I. Look, I really want to see you. Please...come over to
my place.” Buffy begged him.
“Sorry, pet, first day o’ classes tomorrow. Can’t tell my new Prof’s that I was late cause I was shagging some slut across
town, can I?” he taunted some more.
“Stop it! Stop calling me those names. I said I was sorry...I want to make it up to you..” she began.
“I’ll come over Saturday then, pet..but gotta get through my first week before, K?” he told her.
“I was hoping to see you sooner but I understand..it’s alright. Saturday then...I’ll be looking forward to it. I missed you”

“Yeah, ta” William hung up and gulped for air. Acting like he could’ve cared less took everything out of him. He was
bound and determined to show her how it felt though. She wasn’t going to sucker him in again with her pretty lies and
pretty thighs.
This was going to be a long week, he thought as he made his way back to his room.

Buffy spent all week avoiding Riley. She was going to tell him the truth but she wanted to wait until she saw William again
and they worked things out first. Saturday couldn’t come soon enough but finally it did. She arose bright and early in
anticipation, she took a long hot bath, shaved her legs, under her arms and her pussy until she was hairless and silky
smooth all over. She did her hair and makeup perfectly and dressed in a little red lacy number, his favorite color.

She waited. And waited. And waited. He never came. It was past noon. She fixed herself a chicken salad sandwich for
lunch. At 3 she starting drinking. Still no William. She called his dorm at 5. No one knew where he was. By 7 she was
frantic with worry.
Finally at 7:30 there was a knock on the door. She rushed to it and opened it. There stood...a bleached blonde leather
clad thug.

“Who are you?” she began as he turned to face her. “Oh my God! William! It’s you! What did you do?”
“Gonna invite me in, pet?” he drawled.
She moved aside and he sauntered in. He went to the couch and sat down all splayed out, legs wide, hand on belt
buckle.
“I’ve been waiting all day for you. I thought you’d be here this morning. I was getting worried” she told him.
“Had things to do” he said nonchalantly.
“The hair and everything?” she inquired.
“Nah..did that last weekend” he answered her.
“It’s different...but I like it..you look..well..you look really hot! The leather suits you.”
“You want something to drink, have you eaten yet?”
“A beer would be nice. Already had dinner unless you’re referring to something else I can eat” he waggled his eyebrows
at her.

Buffy blushed as she went to the kitchen to get him a beer. Something was off about him. Yeah, the hair and clothes but
that wasn’t what was bothering her. He was acting funny, not like her William...more rough and suggestive...for god’s
sake, sweet little virginal William was making remarks to make HER blush now and his accent..it was different...she
pondered what was happening.

She brought his beer to him and when she handed it to him, he chugged the whole thing down in one gulp.
“Let’s cut the crap and get to the good stuff, right, pet?” he said as he set down his empty bottle, grasped her hand and
led her to the bedroom. “Oh and by the way, I’m going by the nickname Spike now so call me that”

Yeah, something was definately different but she wanted him so much and missed him so much, she pushed those
thoughts to the back of her mind and followed his lead.
“Spike, huh? Wonder where you got that from”, she looked at his crotch suggestively and smiled, “Spike it is then”.

William was sweating profusely, on the inside, he drank the beer down so fast hoping it would loosen him up a bit. He
needed to pull this off. Show her up but it was killing him every step of the way.

He got them to her bed and stripped himself and her, ripping her panties in his haste. They fell onto the bed in a tangle
of limbs, kissing, fondling and touching each other all over.

“Stroke it, Buffy.” Spike placed her hand on his hardening cock.
His voice turned really mean then and he gave her the most hateful look. That’s when her brain snapped telling her he
was not only different but something was terribly wrong.
“Do you touch yourself when you’re alone, Buffy?” he mocked her once said words to him from their first night together.

“William...please don’t...” she began.
“No...I want you to tell me how you touch yourself while you jerk me off” Spike demanded. “And call me Spike, dammit”

He was obviously still mad at her from last weekend she thought but she decided to call his bluff and so she began
stroking him, hard and fast as she talked.
“I spread my pussy lips wide and I shove at least two of my fingers inside my wet hole and I use my thumb and rub it all
around my clit. Sometimes I use my dildo or vibrator and shove that inside while I finger my clit and I get so wet..” she
went on as she pumped his cock. He remained silent for several moments until he couldn’t contain himself anymore and
came with a grunt, spilling his semen all over her hands.

He was still hard. He flipped her over onto her back and without warning, rammed into her hard.
“Ohh God! Yes..William! I mean Spike! Yes..fuck me..oh so hard.” Buffy wailed. He slammed in an out of her almost
perfunctory like he was going through the motions.
“That’s it baby, Hurt me...please” she moaned.

Still he remained silent. Just as she was about to crash into an orgasm, Spike pulled out and rolled off the bed.
“Huh? What?” Buffy leaned up to watch him walk over to her dresser drawers and start rummaging through them.
“What are you doing? And why did you stop? God, I need to cum so bad...” Buffy whined.
Spike turned around after finding what he had been looking for. He tossed her the dildo.
“Get yourself off with that.” He told her.
“What?..Why? I want you...back inside me” Buffy begged.

“No...come on, Buffy..show me how you can cum with that” Spike ordered her again.
Buffy grabbed the phallus and looking him in the eye, shoved it up inside herself.
“Uhhhn” she moaned and began working herself on the fake cock.
Spike stood there watching her, eyes hooded. It only took her a few more strokes and she was cumming all over it,
juices running down her inner thighs.
“There. Happy now?” Buffy asked him.

Spike pulled his clothes on and walked to the door, “Goodbye, Buffy”
“What? What the fuck is going on, Spike? First we’re doing it..then you stop right at the crucial moment then you make
me masturbate myself in front of you and now your leaving? Just what are you trying to prove? Buffy got up from the
bed and moved towards him. “And what’s with the new look, the hair, the leather? Tell me what you’re doing”

“It’s not what I proved. It’s what you just proved. You don’t need me, Buffy. You don’t need me to get off. All you need is
a cock, ANY cock.” He sneered at her and went to turn the door handle.
Buffy was on him in an instant, pummeling his back, “You bastard! Son of a bitch! How can you say that to me? What
the fuck is this Spike? I thought we were good...I thought...”
“Yeah, well you thought wrong!” Spike turned, grabbing her hands in his to prevent her from hitting him more.

“You think, you can just show up with your pretty words and your pretty apologies and everything will be all rainbows
and puppies? After what you did to me?” he yelled at her.
“So, that makes it O.K. for you to pretend like you forgave me and then play these mind games with me? Well you know
what, FUCK YOU SPIKE!” Buffy screamed back at him.

His nostrils flared and jaw twitched. His grip on her wrists was bruising her with it’s force.
“Spike, you’re hurting me” she tried to pull away.
“Innat what you like, Buffy? When it ‘urts?” he asked then mocking in a high pitched voice, “Oh, ‘urt me, fuck me so ‘ard
it ‘urts..punish me..”

She struggled harder to get away from him.
“Face it, Buffy...you can only get off when a man is ‘urting you.” He taunted her.
Buffy was tearing up now, the past threatening to spill out all over everything.
“No, that’s not true” she denied his words.

He made the mistake of letting one of her hands go and it flew up and smacked him across the face. He roughly pushed
her and she fell on her back on the bed. He slammed his body down on hers.
“Oh, god..NO..Spike..please...don’t hurt me...WILLIAM..DON”T HURT ME” she was sobbing.

Spike immediately let her go and rolled off her regaining his momentary lapse of sanity.
“I’m sorry, Buffy. I swear I wasn’t going to ‘urt you. I’d never ‘urt you like that” Spike said softly. His plan had completely
failed and backfired on him, he thought. He couldn’t keep up the charade anymore.

She looked over at him with fear in her eyes.
“Buffy, luv...no..you didn’t think I was going to...going to..” he couldn’t even bring himself to say the word.
“I was angry...still partly am..but Christ..I’d NEVER do what you think I was going to..NEVER” Spike repeated.
“I just wanted to teach you a lesson. Make you ‘urt like you ‘urt me” he said almost in tears himself. “But not like THAT, I
was leaving and you starting ‘itting me and...”

Buffy reached over and pulled him into a hug.
“I believe you, Spike. I just...I got scared...and it reminded me of something else...someONE else and...” Buffy trailed off
in shame looking away and biting her lip.
It finally clicked inside Spike’s brain. Christ. I’m a stupid git.
“Someone ‘urt you like that before, didn’t they?” he put his finger under her chin and tilted her face back to look at him.
“Yes” she said softly as she looked down.

Spike was livid and wanted to rip apart whoever it was but he tried to keep his cool for her sake as she painfully told him
the story of her freshman year in college and of Parker Abrams and what he had done to her. She had never told
anyone else, not even her mom, not even Willow. No one until him.
She finished her story, “So..I was just another statistic. Just another boy meets girl. Boy rapes girl. Boy gets away with it,
story” she wiped her tears off her face with her hand.

“You’re not a bloody statistic to me, Buffy.” Spike kissed her forehead tenderly. “I’m sorry I did this tonight, Buffy. I don’t
know what I was thinking. I WASN’T thinking, I suppose. God, I’m such a wanker”

“You were right Spike. I do like it when men hurt me. I could keep denying it but it’s there. I don’t know if it was there
before Parker or if it happened after. Maybe it was my absentee father.. who knows. I am so psychologically screwed
up...take your pick.” She confided in him.
“I was just saying that to get a rise from you, luv” Spike tried making her feel better.
“Yeah...but it struck home. Truth hurts, huh?” Buffy sighed.
“Have you ever been to see someone..you know..a counselor type thing?” he inquired.
“Yeah..lots of them actually. Nothing ever seems to get resolved. I stop going.. Give up. Then the cycle start all again
and I go to a different one and...so on and so on.” She answered him.

“Do you think that makes me sick, Spike? After what happened to me that I like things like that? God, you must think I’m
a disgusting pervert.” Buffy cringed.
“Buffy...I’d never think that of you.” He tried to reassure her.
“Yeah, well you don’t know all I’ve done...what I’ve done” she flinched.
“I know I love you” he said so softly it was almost a whisper.

Buffy ignored him and continued on, not knowing if she was purposely trying to shock him or run him off or just because
she needed to get it all out, “Do you have any idea how many men I’ve fucked?” she asked him and he tensed.
“Don’t really care to know that, Buffy” he told her.

“Exactly my point. Wouldn’t still want to be with me if you knew all that, right? After Parker, I became very promiscuous
and started drinking a lot. One of my doctors told me once that it was very common. Some victims close themselves off
completely while others like me act out. Do you know I can’t go a day without having a beer or some type of liquor just to
get me through the day?”

“Buffy, if you’re trying to scare me off, it’s not going to work. What you did before I knew you was before I knew you. It’s
the past and it’s not my place to judge. Honestly, yes, it bothers me to think of you with other men but it doesn’t change
how I feel about you” Spike looked her in the eye and continued, “the drinking, well..they have treatment for that, Buffy.
You can get through this. WE can get through this”

“And the sex and pain stuff?” Buffy asked.
“What’s between us, is between us, Buffy. I spect we need to work through some of those issues too...we gotta be ‘onest
with each other. I gather some is all just good fun and games but some...we just don’t want to cross the line and ‘urt
each other, right?” he answered her as best he could. “Guess we’ve both been mucking it all up, huh?”

“Will you stay with me tonight, William...I mean Spike? Gonna take me some time to get used to that name” she smiled at
him, “Just hold each other tonight?”
“You can still call me William if you must but you’re the only one” he smiled back at her. “Let’s get you tucked in then”
Buffy scrambled under the covers while Spike went and turned off the lights. He disrobed again and slid in beside her
taking her in his arms.

“I want to tell you too...but I’m afraid” she said softly after they’d been laying there several moments. She didn’t need to
explain. He knew exactly what she was referring to.
“It’s O.K. luv. I can wait for you. Until you’re ready.” He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head.

“But how long would that be?” he silently thought.
 

chapter 8



Spike awoke to soft kisses being trailed down his neck and onto his chest. His eyes fluttered open as the kisses moved
lower towards his stomach, then groin.
He leaned up and reached down to pull Buffy’s head back up when he realized what her intent was.
“Buffy, don’t. You don’t have to do that” he whispered softly.
“I want to though” she looked at him.
He sighed. “Look, I think we need to slow down....” Spike began.
“Slow down? What’s to slow down? It’s not like we haven’t already had sex. Several times, I might add” she looked
perplexed.
“Yeah, well maybe that is part of the problem...jumping into that so soon” he told her.
“Hello!? We met in a porno store and if we hadn’t had sex that night, we’d probably never have seen each other again”
Buffy replied.
She stopped what she was doing and moved away from him, looking at him again.
“Or would you rather have not ever seen me again?” she voiced her thoughts.
“Buffy...please..I didn’t mean it that way...” he trailed off.

Buffy’s eyes opened wide and then narrowed in anger.
“Oh! I get it! Jesus, I am an idiot. I should have known! I told you...last night...I TOLD you! That you wouldn’t want me
anymore if you knew about all the other men....and now you won’t have sex with me...I knew it!...” she rambled on.
“NO..it’s not that..Christ..Buffy..stop....wait” he began as she got off the bed and hurriedly grabbed some shorts and a t-
shirt to put on.
Spike stood up too..dragging the sheet with him to cover himself.
“What? I’m not even allowed to look at you now, either?” she said eyeing the sheet then turned and walked out the
bedroom door.

Spike untangled himself from the sheet and shucked his jeans and shirt on and followed her out as fast as he could,
finding her in the kitchen, raiding the refridgerator.
“Buffy, I didn’t mean I didn’t want to ever have sex with you again. I’m just saying, after last night...everything that
happened...don’t you think it would be better if we waited a bit?” he tried to explain.
“What’s to wait for, William? We’ve already done it. What does it matter? Just because I told you some things about me
last night doesn’t change the person that I am.” She stated.
“I just thought...you might need some time to....uhh..process...you know...what happened to you” Spike stumbled over
his words.
“Process? You’ve got to be kidding me? William, what happened to me happened 10 years ago! I HAVE processed it!”
“Well, you seem to still have issues with it...” he began.
Buffy started laughing incredulously. “Yeah...I have big fucking issues with a capital I, Spike...that’s not just something
you forget....but on the flip side, I’ve also went on with my life. Just telling you about it doesn’t make it be like it just
happened yesterday. I think YOU’RE the one who needs to “process” it, not me”

“I’m sorry, Buffy. I just don’t seem to know the right words to say” Spike apologized.
“Well, stop treating me with kid gloves. I’m still the same person I was before I told you what happened. I still get horny. I
still like sex. And I still want to fuck you!” she was raising her voice now. “But apparently you’re incapable of performing
so...” she tried baiting him.

“You know what? Forget it. I was just trying to be a gentleman but evidently you can’t take me being nice to you, treating
you decently.” He walked away and back into the bedroom, put his boots and coat on then came back out.

“Yeah you look like a real gentleman, Spike” she emphasized his new nickname.
“Doesn’t look to me like you were going for the gentleman look now does it?” she taunted.
“Just leave it alone, Buffy” Spike replied as he walked towards the door and opened it.
“Yeah, leave it alone just like you’re going to leave me alone now. Yeah, you really love me” Buffy said.

Spike tensed at her lack of faith in his feelings for her. He turned around to find her standing right behind him.
“What do you want from me, Buffy? I thought we agreed last night we were going to work through this stuff and...”
“Yeah, we did..then you decided to treat me like I had the plague this morning and now you’re leaving me.” Buffy
interrupted him.
“Christ, I didn’t mean to. I tried to explain but you don’t listen to me. Look, I’ve never been through anything like this
before. I don’t know all the bloody answers! I can’t fix it for you...I want to..but Idon’t know how to!” he started raising his
voice back.
“Fix it? Fix me? I don’t need you to FIX it, William! Why is it you men all think that if a woman tells you her problems that
she is wanting you to FIX them? I just wanted you to listen!” Buffy yelled.
“I can’t do anything right for you!” he yelled back. They were standing half outside onto the common walkway of the
apartment complex, taking little note of a pair of little old ladies who were standing several doors down, now staring at
them.

“Jesus Christ! All of this over me trying to give you a blow job! I just wanted you to have sex with me! You’ve never had
a problem doing that before!” she backed him up a finger pointing into his chest.
“Fine! You want to have sex. Fine! Let’s go! Right here! Right now! Let’s have hot sweaty naked monkey sex right now!”
Spike threw his duster off and pulled his shirt over his head.

Just then, Buffy noticed the old ladies watching with peaked interest as Spike removed his shirt. A bubble of giggles
burst forth from her.
“What’s so bloody funny?” he asked turning his head in the direction that hers was. He turned beet red as he saw the
old women watching him, half naked now. He turned back to Buffy and she was laughing hysterically. A smile crept to his
face and he shook his head and started chuckling as well.

One of the old women staring at his bare chest spoke up and said, “If she won’t take what you’re offering, I will!”
Spike turned even more red and Buffy had tears rolling down her cheeks she was laughing so hard.
“Sorry, Mrs. Jones but he is all mine” Buffy called out and dragged Spike back inside.
Buffy was still laughing an hour later as she and William ate some breakfast. Cereal and coffee, a Buffy special.
“Will you stop laughing, pet? It wasn’t THAT funny” Spike grumbled.
“Yes it was.” She laughed more.
“They were bloody well old enough to be my grandmother, probably older.” He said.
“Yeah, that’s what makes it so funny though. You know, I am almost old enough to be your...”
“NO..you’re not even close to being THAT old” he cut her off.
“When I’m old and wrinkly and you’re still a young stud, will you still love me?” She teased him, half serious,
remembering her conversation with her mother.
“The way you look isn’t why I love you. It’s just an added bonus, luv.” He assured her.

They finished their meal and Buffy put the used bowls and mugs in the sink.
“Buffy, I need to go, for at least a bit. Xander is probably wondering where I am since I never came home last night so
should go touch base. I can come back later if you want?” he aksed her.
“Do you want to come back later?” she counter asked.
“Do YOU want me to? I asked you first.” He countered her counter.
Buffy sighed. “Yes, and I promise I won’t try and molest you again” she said.
“That’s not funny. You didn’t “molest” me. You were right. I guess I just need to sort through some things in my mind. I’m
sorry for the way I behaved. I don’t want to keep fighting with you” he told her.
“We’re so good at it though, fighting..only thing better we do together is...” she trailed off.
Spike looked away uncomfortably.
“I’m just teasing! Guess I can’t even joke about it” Buffy mumbled.

Not wanting to engage in anymore arguments, Spike leaned over to her and kissed her softly on the lips.
“I’ll be back around dinner time. We can have dinner together, alright?” he asked.
“Yeah..sounds good. At least if we’re going out or ordering in” she smiled.
“I can cook for you. How’s that?” he smiled back.
“Wow and he cooks too. I’m holding you to that Mister” she kissed him again, a bit harder this time.
“Bye, luv” and he was out the door.

“Well lookee lookee here. He is alive after all. You and Buffy end up having an all-night marathon?” Xander asked as
Spike came through the door to their dorm room.
“Yeah, something like that” he answered, taking his coat off and flopping onto his bed.
“So..you break up or make up with her? I can’t tell by the look on your face.” Xander inquired.
“It was a bloody nightmare, Xan” William rubbed his eyes. “whole sodding thing backfired on me and everything got out
of hand and...we had a huge fight”
“Where were you all night then?” Xander said confused.
“I spent the night there” Spike answered.
“I thought you guys had a huge fight though?”
“We did but we kinda made up.” Spike explained.

Xander grinned. “I’ll just bet you did, you studmuffin you”
“It wasn’t like that. All we did is sleep. Then we had another fight this morning and then there was the bloody old women
ogling my chest” Spike rambled.
“Huh? What? Old women?” Xander was perplexed.
“Nothing. Never mind.” Spike told him.
“So another fight and no sex? You sure this girl is worth it, Will?” Xander questioned him.
Spike took a deep breath then looked him in the eye “Yeah, Xan. She is worth it. I just gotta convince ‘er of that” Spike
answered.
 

Chapter 9


There was a knock on Buffy’s door at 6pm. She opened it to find Spike standing there with two grocery bags in his
hands.
“You came back” she smiled.
“Didn’t you think I would?” he asked as he came in and gave her a peck on the cheek.
“I probably shouldn’t answer that.” She told him.

Spike took the bags to the kitchen and began to unpack the items. He had stopped at the store on his way over.
“So...what are we having?” Buffy peeked over his shoulder. “It’s not some British yucky stuff like blood pudding and
crumpets or whatever the heck it is you eat over there, is it?” she made a face.
Spike snorted, “Damn Yankees. It’s a surprise. Stop peeking” he patted her hands away from the bags.
“Why don’t you go set the table while I start cooking, pet?” Spike suggested.
“Yes, dear” she reached into the cupboards to start pulling out dinnerware.
She took plates and silverware to the dining area. She got out some place mats, candles and candleholders from the
buffet table. She set the table up on one end and then returned to the kitchen where Spike was busy mixing ingredients.
“Done already?” he asked.
“It doesn’t take that long to set a plate and fork out, you know?” she answered.
“Can I help you with anything?” she wandered around him.
“Nope, got it all under control” he told her. “Why don’t you go watch TV or something while you’re waiting?” he
suggested.
“Trying to get rid of me?” she teased. “I think I’ll go take a bath, if that’s alright with you?” Buffy decided.
“Of course, luv. Go on ahead. Dinner won’t be ready for at least another 1 to ½ hours.” He informed her.
“And you thought 3 minutes setting the table would somehow take up all that time?” “Sorry..my meat won’t be tender if it
doesn’t cook long enough” Spike informed her completely innocently
“I bet I could get your meat tender in no time flat. I’m an expert at beating meat…er tenderizing meat…” Buffy grinned as
Spike blushed.
“I walked right into that one, didn’t I?” he chuckled.
“Yeah, you did” Buffy smiled, getting a bottle of wine out of the fridge and pouring herself a glass then she walked out of
the kitchen and down the hall to the bath.

30 minutes later she was soaking in hot water filled with fluffy bubbles all around her drinking her wine. She sat the
glass down and grabbed the soap and lathered her hands all up. She then began to run her soapy hands all over her
body. She thought of the boy slash man in the next room and before she knew it she had two fingers on one hand
inside her pussy and the other hand’s fingers were massaging her clit.

Spike wasn’t prepared for the sight that greeted him when he opened the bathroom door to tell Buffy the status of
dinner.
“Hey..it’s in the oven..has to bake an hour or so….Guh!” he faltered when he saw her writhing, wet, nude, and soapy
body before him.
Water was sloshing outside of the tub as she worked herself, head thrown back, moaning his name.
“Bloody ‘ell” His cock went from 0 to 60 in 3 seconds flat, straining against the material of his jeans, threatening to bust
his zipper and burst forth.

He had wanted to wait, take it slow but Christ almighty, she was killing him. Buffy sensed him in the doorway and her
eyes opened. Instead of stopping, she deliberately put on a show for him, thrusting another finger up inside, moaning
louder, arching her hips out of the water, displaying her pretty pink pussy to him, spreading her lips so he could get a
good look.

He crossed the bathroom floor and knelt down by the side of the tub, not caring that he was getting his clothes soaked
through. Buffy removed her hands and used them to keep her balance to arch her hips up so her pussy was out of the
water. He leaned his head over the tub and grabbed her hips and dove his head between her legs, wedging his tongue
inside her, licking and sucking for all it was worth.
“Oh God…yes! Suck my clit, Spike…please…” Buffy begged.

He ran his tongue in circles around her clit then pushed two of his own, longer fingers inside of her. In. Out. Suck Suck
Suck. In. Out. Suck Suck Suck. He alternated a rhythm between his mouth and fingers on her dripping wet pussy.
“Ahh, you taste so good, Buffy…so sweet and juicy…could suck your pretty little pussy forever” Spike panted.
“Oh God! I’m going to cum, Spike. I’m going to….oh oh..right now…” she careened.
“That’s my girl…cum for me…squirt those juices in my mouth…do it..do it!” he demanded then resumed sucking and
thrusting.
Buffy jerked and convulsed around him, squirting warm fluid into his mouth, feeling him drink it all up still happily lapping
away at her.

Buffy’s body went limp and she lost her balance and crashed back down into the water, bringing Spike’s head with her,
dunking him.
“Oh..god..sorry!” she said as he shot back up..head and shoulders dripping wet with a few bubbles clinging here and
there to him. He looked like a drowned puppy dog, he was so cute. She started to giggle and told him just that.
“Yeah, I’ll be real cute, dead. Were you trying to drown me?” he pouted.
“Awww…poor baby…got all wet. Guess that makes two of us” she purred.

Buffy stood and reached over to let the drain out, presenting Spike with her ass almost in his face. He reached out and
playfully slapped it. The sound of his hand hitting wet flesh was louder than expected, seeming to echo off the walls.
“Ouch!” Buffy said playfully and stepped out of the tub.

“We better get you out of these wet clothes” she told him and started to unbutton his shirt as he kicked off his shoes.
She removed his shirt then moved to unbutton and unzip his fly. His cock sprung out angry and hard from deprivation
too long. She pulled his pants the rest of the way off. She leaned into him and kissed the tip of his erection. She looked
up at him from her position on her knees.
“I thought you wanted to take things slow…” she trailed off.
“I did…but some naughty girl decided to put on a little show for me. I’m just a man, Buffy. I can only take so much.
Guess I need to teach you a lesson.” He said huskily.

Buffy loved how William…er Spike…she kept reverting back and forth between the two names still not completely used
to the nickname, was becoming more assertive and confident each time they were together, sans what happened the
day before when he was “play acting”. She didn’t count that.

Before she knew what hit her, Spike was down on the floor himself and had pulled her into his lap, face down and gave
her a good hard smack to her bottom, leaving a nice red handprint there.
“Oh!” she yelped. “What are you doing?”
“Disciplining you. Naughty girls get spankings, don’t they?” he questioned as he brought his hand down again.
“Ahh…yes” Buffy groaned from the pleasure/pain.
“Teach me my lesson, please.” She pleaded.
Spike reigned several more spanks to her now rosy ass, then nudged her legs apart and insinuated his hand between
them, delving into her folds.
“Unnghhh” she moaned.
He then withdrew them and brought his hand down again but this time spanked her directly on her pussy. Spike didn’t
know what overtook him but his mind just told him to do these things and his body obeyed without thinking.
“Oh god..yes!” Buffy cried out.

Evidently I’m doing something right, Spike thought to himself as he spanked her pussy lips again, stimulating her
engorged clit.
“You like that, eh?” smack smack “Getting that pretty pussy spanked?” smack smack Look how swollen and red those
lips are...” smack smack. “You are such a bad girl…” smack smack.
“Oh God..William…please” Buffy begged for release.

Spike pushed her off his lap and positioned her on her hands and knees. Kneeling behind her, he spread her legs wide.
He reached down and separated her folds, placing his thick hard cock at her entry and taking her hips in his hands,
rammed himself home.
“FUCK! YES!” Buffy pushed her ass back against him sheathing him completely.
“OH God!, Buffy! So bloody tight and hot…fuck…squeeze my cock…oh yeah” Spike stayed still just feeling her muscles
clench and unclench around his throbbing cock.
“Christ, I love how you do that…feels so bloody good” he told her.

Buffy began moving her ass back against him, trying to get him to start moving inside her. He took her hint and pulled
almost all the way out so just the head of his cock was encased in her warmth, then plunged back in, deep and hard.
This was Buffy’s favorite position and fast becoming his too. It hit just at the right angle as he thrust, filling Buffy deeper
and harder than any other way.

“Yes…Spike…fuck me…god..it’s so deep…fuck..I feel you so deep inside me, Spike…I love it..I love your cock so
much….fuck me with it…fuck me with that cock…” Buffy rambled off her nasty words that they both knew spurred him on
even more.

“Ahhh..Buffy…love it too….so wet for me…squeezing me…making it so tight for me…” he replied as he pounded into
her from behind. He reached around and massaged her clit and she began backing her ass into him with such force, he
thought he was going to be knocked off.

“Uuugnnn…gonna cum…oh fuck…so hard…Jesus…William! I’m cumming…” Buffy wailed.
“Yeah…that’s right…come on…cum for me….baby…I can feel it…all around my cock..oh fuck yeah…love it…love you”
he thrust one last time, embedding himself so deeply in her she thought she was going to be split in two, than began
jerking and spurting thick wads of cum deep inside.

He lay there draped across her back trying to catch his breath for a few moments before moving away. She turned
around and smiled. Her face fell when she noticed his expression. He looked somehow, ashamed.
“Everything O.K.?” she questioned him.
“Yeah..fine…uhh…just gotta go check on dinner. Don’t want it to burn” he said hastily fumbling with his clothes.
“Spike…your clothes are all wet. You can’t wear those. I’ll put them in the dryer. Here, use this” she said handing him a
towel with which he wrapped around his waist.

He moved to leave the room and she placed a hand on his arm.
“You sure nothing is the matter? I…I thought you wanted this…”she faltered.
“It’s not you, Buffy.” He sighed. “It’s me. Just kinda mad at myself for losing control like that.” He tried to explain.
“I didn’t mind if you hadn’t noticed” she replied.
“I just don’t want you to think that this is all I’m after from you. I don’t want you thinking I’m like those other wankers…that
and I…uhh..still get a little embarrassed after we…you know…sorry” he lowered his eyes.
“You aren’t like them or anyone else I’ve ever known, William. You could never be. And I don’t think that’s all you’re
after…and the blushing virgin routine is very cute” she said with a twinkle in her eye. She reached up and kissed him
softly then grabbed his wet clothes and left to take them to the laundry room.

After she had loaded the dryer and started it, she donned a little halter dress for dinner and went out to find Spike. He
was just putting the finishing touches on the table, placing the dish with beef stroganoff on the table along with another
dish of noodles. He had lit the candles and dimmed the lights a bit as well. Everything looked and smelled so good but
Buffy couldn’t hold back a laugh of seeing him standing there in nothing but a towel surrounded by this wonderful
romantic dinner.

“What’s so funny, pet?” Spike asked her nervously.
“It’s just…the towel…sorry! Just out of place with the rest of the atmosphere” she grinned.
“Well, seeing as YOU soaked my clothes, it’s either this or buck naked” he grinned back.
“Hmmm…do I get to choose?” she teased.

Spike walked over and pulled her chair out for her, seating her, then served her before taking his place in the chair next
to her.
“What is this? It smells and looks delicious” Buffy asked.
“Beef Stroganoff and it is delicious. I made it after all.” He smirked.

Buffy took a bite. “Mmmm..this is very good…hey do you know what they call a cow masturbating?” Buffy asked him.
“Uhh..no…what?” Spike answered.
“Beef Stroking Off” she laughed.
Spike groaned. “Don’t give up your day job, pet” he said as he dove into his own dinner.
“I’m famished” he said inbetween bites.
“Yeah, we gotta replace all those calories we just burned off” she winked.

“I’m sorry if this night didn’t turn out exactly the way I had planned. I wanted it to be romantic and nice for you. Here I am
sitting in a towel and you’re making cow jokes.” Spike told her.
“It was. It is, Spike. It’s the best candlelight dinner I’ve ever had. Promise.”
He smiled “Good thing I didn’t make chicken or you’d be choking my chicken instead of stroking off my beef”.
“I’ve created a monster!” Buffy groaned teasing him. “Good thing I like a little monster in my man”
 

Chapter 10



Spike had bid Buffy a goodnight to go back to the dorm after cleaning up from dinner. It was Sunday night and he
needed to be up for class in the morning and she needed to be at work. They both decided if he stayed the night,
neither would get any sleep so they reluctantly parted company with lingering kisses and hugs.

Spike walked into his room with a swagger in his step and was whistling a little diddy. From his place on his bed watching
TV, Xander raised his eyebrow at him.
“Hi honey, I’m home” Spike said.
“You’ve been with another woman, haven’t you?” Xander stood with his hands on his hips, raising his voice to sound like
a girl’s. “how could you do this to me? I gave you the best years of my life...” Xander grinned.
“Shutup whelp” Spike threw a pillow at him.

“So..you make with the big makeup? She like the meal?” Xander asked in all seriousness.
“Yep and Yep” Spike replied. “I’m beat. Gonna crash, mate”
“She wear you out again, eh? You lucky dog you” Xander clicked the TV off and turned out the light.
“I set the alarm for 8, night Will” Xander told him but Spike was already snoring.

“Buffy...Buffy..BUFFY..wait up!” Riley yelled down the hall trying to catch up with a briskly walking Buffy.
“Oh, hi Riley. Sorry, I didn’t realize you were behind me” Buffy lied.
“I was shouting your name” Riley looked confused.
“Uhh..my ears...clogged up a bit..sinus infection..drainage and stuff...er...sorry” Buffy made up.
“No problem. Look...I was wondering when we were going to go out again...I have been trying to contact you since our
trip to San Francisco and....”
“Yeah...my machine is broke at home..so haven’t been getting messages...” Buffy cut him off.
“Oh, alright. Well?” Riley asked.
“Well what?” Buffy asnwered.
“When are we going to go out again?”

This guy is as dumb as a box of rocks, Buffy thought. Can’t he take a hint? Damn, she was dreading this and had been
avoiding him but she was caught now. She had to tell him about William. She had to tell him something at least. Buffy
sighed.

“Riley” she started.
“Buffy” he replied.
“Riley, you’re a really nice guy and I’m sorry to do this but I can’t go out with you again.” Buffy informed him.
“Butttt....butttt why not? I thought we had a great time at your moms?” Riley said desperately.
“We did...it’s just...Riley...I wasn’t quite honest with you. See...I am involved with someone and we kinda had a little fight
and that’s when I asked you and I know it was wrong to you and to him but we made up after I got back from Mom’s and I
really can’t go out with you again.” Buffy rambled on.
“I see. What’s his name?” Riley questioned her.
“Huh? What does it matter what his name is?” Buffy stammered.
“Well, I think I at least deserve to know the name of the guy lucky enough to steal you away from me” Riley tried to be
suave.
“Well, technically he didn’t steal me because he already had me...I mean..not as in the sexual way had me...but the
other way..not that there isn’t sex between us..I mean..there has been having....” Buffy stumbled all over her words.
“His name, Buffy?” Riley repeated.
“Uhh..it’s Spike. Spike is his name” Buffy smiled.
“SPIKE? You’re dating a guy named SPIKE?” Riley raised his voice.
“Yeah, got a problem with that?” Buffy got defensive.
“Uh..no..it’s just...unexpected. Well, I think I’ll just go far away and be....away.” Riley turned and left.
Buffy took a deep breath and thought, “Yeah, you do that, schmuck”.

A few weeks passed with Buffy and Spike spending almost all their free time together. Xander and Riley were the only
two who knew about her relationship, well that and Mrs. Jones and her friend down the way, but Riley didn’t know that
Spike her boyfriend and William her cousin were one in the same. And William didn’t know that Riley didn’t know. Buffy
had left that small detail out of her retelling of the brushing Riley off to Spike. It was only a matter of time before the
proverbial shit hit the fan. And hit it did, in a big way.

It was a Saturday night and Spike and Buffy had decided to go see a movie. They usually rented in, movies and food,
and Spike was itching to go out for a change. Buffy had tried to dissuade him from it at first but when he asked her if
she was ashamed to be seen with him in public, she felt guilty and relented.

The third installment of Lord of the Rings was playing and neither had seen it yet so they decided on that. Buffy was
slightly tense and nervous at first, fearing they would run into someone while they were out but she warmed up as the
night went on. The movie was fabulous and her and Spike shared a big tub of buttered popcorn and a supersized
Cherry Coke.

They were leaving the theatre, hand in hand. Spike leaned over and kissed Buffy passionately and that’s when she
heard the screech.
“BUFFY? BUFFY??”
She felt like she was moving in slow motion as she turned and there stood Anya with Wes, Fred, Gunn and....oh god..
Riley in tow.
Buffy pulled away from Spike as Anya walked over to them.
“Well, fancy meeting you out here!” Anya said cheerily.
“We had no idea you’d be on a date, the group decided to do movie night tonight. I left you a message on your voice
mail but you must have not checked it yet” Anya told her.
“Guess you had the same idea” Anya turned her gaze to Spike, not recognizing him with the new hair and leather coat
at first glance.
“So, who is this hot stud you have with you?” she asked bluntly. “Is this the Spike that I heard about. Riley said you were
dating a guy named Spike, didn’t realize he was so...young” she eyed Spike up and down. “Wonder why they call you
that?” her eyes fixed on his groin making Spike blush and want to cover himself with his hands.

“Yes, this is Spike. Umm..great seeing you Anya, but we have to be going...” Buffy tried to get away.
Anya kept looking at Spike, “Do I know you? You look familar” she asked him.

Riley took that opportunity to come closer then wanting to eye up his “competition”. She tossed me over for this young
teenage punk? He thought to himself.
“You must be Spike” Riley said and raised his hand out to shake, trying to gage the other man.
Spike took it and shaked it with a much more firm than needed grip.
“Wait a minute!” it finally dawned on Riley who this Spike looked just like, save the different color hair. “You look just like
Buffy’s cousin William” he blurted out.

Spike swung his eyes to Buffy who was fidgeting nervously. She had told him that she had told Riley and her friends
about him. He had assumed that meant her coming clean that he wasn’t really her cousin but it was apparent now that
she had lied to him once again and had just told them she was dating a guy named Spike and pretended like he was
someone completely different than William. He was livid. Buffy watched his eyes narrow in anger at her.

Spike turned his eyes back to Riley as Anya looked at him again, “Oh my God! You do look just like him..except the
bleached hair...”
Fred, Wes and Gunn shuffled their feet behind the scenes rather uncomfortably. They already knew where this was
going. It was obvious that this WAS William. Wes had a feeling there was something more to Buffy and her cousin from
the night they had met in the pizza parlor but he never said anything. Evidently Fred and Gunn had had similar thoughts.

William gritted his teeth and looked at Anya, then Riley, “That’s because I AM him. William is my real name. Spike is just
a nickname.” He explained to them.
“But...if you’re her cousin...why were you two kissing like that?” Anya grilled him.
Spike spared a glance at Buffy who had full blown panic mode written all over her face.
He let his temper flare and anger rip into her.
“Because I’m ‘er boytoy, that’s why, innit Buffy? See, she likes to fuck her cousins. I’m just the latest one, started on me
when I was just a young lad....but she sure taught me well...she’s very good at what she does....” he began.

Anya gasped and Riley’s eyes opened wide in shock.
Spike continued, “Best bloody fuck you’ll ever ‘ave, mate, I don’t mind if you take ‘er for a test drive....though she might
not go for you...you’re way older than ‘ow she likes them” he looked at Riley.

Finally Buffy found her voice, “William...don’t...please...” she grabbed his arm and he spun around on her.
“Why the bloody ‘ell, not? You lied to me, Buffy, AGAIN” he pointed at her.
“I thought we were making this work? I trusted you, Buffy! Why, I don’t rightly know after all the other crap.” He shouted.
“I didn’t lie...I just didn’t tell you everything...I did tell them I was dating you” Buffy tried to save herself.
“Yeah..dating SPIKE..you failed to mention that you ‘adn’t told them I was William and NOT your bleeding cousin.” He
swung back to the group of co-workers.
“No, it gets better, folks. Yeah, I’m not ‘er bloody cousin but you wanna know ‘ow we really met?” He looked back to
Buffy. “Come on, Buffy..let’s tell them ‘ow we met, pet”

“Please, don’t...I’m sorry...I’m so sorry.” Buffy started to cry.
“Right then, I’ll tell them. You see, Buffy likes to pick up young boys in porn shops then take them back to ‘er ‘otel and
fuck their brains out...innat right, Buffy?” he fumed.
“Then makes them ‘er boytoy, ‘iding them from all her friends and family telling them e’s ‘er cousin. Bloody brilliant, eh?”
he ranted on.
“William, STOP!” Buffy raised her voice.

Spike turned to Buffy one last time, “Fuck off, bitch. Go find yourself another toy. I’m not going to be your walking,
talking dildo anymore. Go ahead and go out with Captain Cardboard over ‘ere” he jutted his thumb at Riley. Gunn
snickered in the background.
“I’m sure you’ll be very ‘appy...that is..if ‘e likes being with a lying, cheating slut like you!” Spike turned and stomped
away, coat billowing out behind him.

“Wait..William...please...I’m sorry..let me explain...” Buffy ran after him, tears streaming down her cheek.
He stopped and turned around, “I’m through with your sorrys, Buffy. I love you so fucking much but I can’t do this
anymore. You just keep ‘urting me.” He teared up.
“Just let me go” he said softly and turned away again.

Buffy watched him walk down the partially lit parking lot to his car, then watched him get in and drive away. She watched
until she couldn’t see him anymore in the distance and then she collapsed to the ground in tears.

Fred ran over to her and leaned down to hug her.
“Buffy...ssshhh..it’s O.K. I’m so sorry. Let Wes and I take you home, alright?” she said with warmth and concern in her
voice.
“You all must hate me now. God, what you must think of me” Buffy sobbed.
“We don’t hate you, Buffy. Come on..let’s go” Fred helped her to her feet and walked her to Wesley’s car.

Riley still stood there looking on, his mouth hanging wide open.
“Guess the show is over. Come on guys, let’s bail” Gunn said to Anya and Riley and they went to pile into Gunn’s car
after saying quick goodbyes to Wes and Fred.

20 minutes later, Wes and Fred were helping Buffy into her apartment.
“Will you be alright if we leave you alone? Do you want us to call anyone for you?” Wes said concerned.
“No...I...uhh..I’ll call my friend Willow...but I can do it myself” Buffy responded.
“O.K. but if you need anything, call one of us.” Fred made her promise.
They went to leave and Fred stopped, “And Buffy...you could’ve told us the truth about William. I don’t understand why
you lied...” she trailed off.
“I thought everyone would think bad of me..like I was some kind of pedophile if they knew I was with him, he’s only 18”
Buffy sniffled.
“I know Fred and I would have never thought that” Wes told her. “You get some rest, Buffy. We’ll check in tomorrow to
see how you’re doing. Call your friend, Willow.”
“I will..thank you...both of you.” Buffy said before they let themselves out quietly shutting the door.

Spike drove. And drove. And drove. For hours. He stopped only when he needed to fill up his gas tank, then he drove
some more. He listened to every sad song as they came on the radio and wiped his tears away with one hand as he
cried to them cursing himself for being a nancy boy the entire time. He thought to himself, “How can I live without her?”
then to think “How can I live WITH her?” He wasn’t sure if he should forgive her this time. He wasn’t sure if he even
could. Him and his stupid dreams of happily ever after. He should have known that Buffy would do this to him again. I’m
so tired of crying useless buckets of salt over her, he thought.

Finally too tired to drive anymore and not wanting to go home and face Xander with yet another “Buffy done me wrong
song”, Spike pulled over into a rest area on the highway he was on. He parked the Desoto and stretched out along the
bench seat, falling into an exhausted but restless sleep.

Buffy lay on her couch, holding onto one of Spike’s t-shirts he had left at her place, sobbing softly into the soft material.
She knew she had really done it this time and she had no one else to blame but herself.
 

chapter 11


Spike woke up, stiff and sore all over from his cramped position in his car all night. The first rays of sunlight were on the
horizon. He got out and went to use the facilities and to stretch his legs some and then after getting a soda out of one of
the vending machines once again resumed his place in his Desoto and pulled out of the rest area to go home.

Buffy sat in the same place she had been sitting all night long, clutching Spike’s shirt. She had yet to sleep. She just sat
there and stared off into space. Finally she had to get up to use the bathroom. On her way back, she stopped in the
kitchen and grabbed a 6-pack of beer. It was 7am. She drank 3 down back to back and then picked up her telephone
and dialed Willow.

“Hello” came a groggy voice on the other line.
“Willow, it’s me Buffy” she said.
“Buffy? Is everything alright? It’s 7am on a Sunday morning” Willow told her.
“Yes, I know. Don’t people get up this early for church on Sundays though?” Buffy asked.
“Yeah, I suppose, but I’m Jewish you goof” Willow replied.
“Well, synagogues then” Buffy stated.
“Well, I’m up now. It’s O.K. You sound like you’ve been crying. What’s wrong? It’s not your mom is it?” Willow said
fearfully thinking Joyce may have had a relapse.
“No. No. Mom is fine. Umm.. Can you come over?” Buffy asked.
“Yes but can you tell me why?” Willow answered.
“Because if you don’t come, I think I’m going to drink myself into oblivion and do something I probably shouldn’t do”
Buffy said softly, for the first time somewhat admitting to Willow she had an alcohol problem.
“I will be right there. Don’t do anything stupid! I’m on my way” Willow hung up and grabbed some clothes to throw on,
woke Tara to tell her where she was going and then rushed out the door.

Buffy hung up and opened another beer. A part of her wanted to die but the other part that wanted to live had made her
call Willow. While she was waiting, she decided to call Spike’s dorm just to check and see if he was O.K. She couldn’t
take it anymore. She dialed the number and asked for Spike. She was told to hold on and she waited for several
minutes before finally there was a voice on the other line.

“Hey, Buffy?” the voice said but it wasn’t Spike’s voice.
“Umm..who are you? I was looking for William...er Spike. I know it’s early but I need to talk to him.” She told the person.
“Yeah, I know. This is his roommate, Xander. You remember me? Uhhh..Will never came home last night. I thought he
was with you.” Xander informed her.
“No, he isn’t. He left last night after the movie. Oh god. What if something happened to him?” Buffy started to cry again.
She didn’t think she had any tears left in her but apparently she did.
“Crap. Why did he leave? He told me he was staying over at your place?” Xander was getting nervous.
Buffy sobbed, “We had a fight...and...he left me....and oh god, if anything happened to him, I...I can’t...” she trailed off.
“Another fight? Christ woman. What did you do to him this time? What is wrong with you?” Xander was becoming angry.
“He thinks I lied to him...and...well..I guess I did... not telling my friends about him...and we ran into them..and there was
a huge scene and he hates me now...but I love him, Xander...I do..so much. I’m so sorry.” Buffy sobbed on and on.
“If you love him, why don’t you tell HIM that? Why do you lie to him? Why do you hurt him? He’s been my best friend for
years, lady and I don’t know who you think you are doing this to him over and over. You must really be a great piece of
ass for him to keep taking this shit!” Xander shouted at her.
“I’m so sorry...please...” Buffy hung up not able to deal with it anymore.

Xander stood in the hallway blazing with anger. He lashed out and punched the wall, sticking his hand clear through it.
That was right when Spike came walking up.
“Jesus, mate. What the hell is going on?” Spike questioned.
Xander pulled his bloodied hand out of the wall and grabbed Spike in a huge bear hug.
“Damn, I thought something had happened to you, that you were hurt or dead.” He clung to him.
A few other boys happened along then, eyes widened at the public display of affection. Xander and Spike pulled away
from each other. One of the other boys held up his hands and said, “Hey...don’t ask...don’t tell” and the boys snorted
and walked away.

“Thanks whelp. To complete my utterly brilliant night, the whole dorm is gonna think we’re a couple of poofters now.”
Spike said.
Xander grabbed him and pushed him into their own room.
“Sorry, man. Buffy just called though looking for you and you never came home and she freaked out crying thinking
something happened to you and I was pissed off at her and scared too...” Xander ranted.
“Alright, mate. Slow down. Take a breath.” Spike told him.
“I’m fine. Safe and sound. See?” he held up his hands and pointed at himself.
“Well, I don’t know about sound” Xander grinned.
“Bloody funny, that’s what you are’ Spike responded.
“So you break up with the bitch for good this time?” Xander asked.
“Don’t call her that” Spike answered.
“Oh sorry. Excuse me. She told me what happened. Well at least what I could make out between the sobs and she
sounded kinda drunk to me, her speech was kinda slurred.” Xander informed him.

Spike’s jaw twitched. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
“I need to go make sure she is O.K.” he finally opened his eyes and said.
“WHAT? Are you crazy? Look, Will this is getting to be ridiculous...” Xander began his protest.
“It’s none of your business, alright?” Spike shouted.
Xander’s eyes widened and mouth opened. “Fine, whatever. Just trying to look out for a friend. When she burns you
again, don’t come blubbering to me again”
“Look, Xan, I’m sorry. But if she thinks something bad ‘appened to me and she is drinking and..Christ, I know I’m a stupid
git but I gotta make sure she knows I’m O.K. though and she doesn’t do anything to ‘urt ‘erself.” Spike explained.

Spike sat down on his bed and hung his head. “God help me Xan but I love ‘er. I want to try to make it work.” He started.
“I thought you already tried and she screwed up again.” Xander replied.
“Yeah, she did. But...I thought about it all last night after I left her. Not that what she did wasn’t wrong but I mean...it
could’ve been worse. It’s not like she cheated on me or something like that” Spike tried to rationalize.
“You’re just making excuses for her. The girl has issues. Big time.” Xander responded.
“I know that! So, what do I do? Run away every time the going gets rough? You know ‘ow my bloody temper is and I fly
off the ‘andle and say things better left unsaid and make things worse.” Spike admitted.
“You gotta do what you gotta do. I just don’t want you to get messed up by this chick anymore than she’s already
messed you up” Xander stated.
“You’re a good friend, Xan.” Spike told him.
“Yeah and you’re a....poofter” Xander grinned and punched him in the shoulder.
“Give us a kiss, mate..” Spike grabbed Xander jokingly.

Xander squealed and dodged him, running to the other side of the room.
“Gotta go see a girl, I’ll see you later, whelp” Spike saluted him and exited their room.

Willow had been listening attentively to Buffy’s frantic and slurred speech about Spike being dead because of her for
the past hour. She had arrived shortly after Buffy’s phone call with Xander to find a hysterical and inebriated Buffy. She
finally got Buffy calmed down enough and she went to the kitchen to make a big pot of coffee.

There was a knock on the door and Buffy stumbled to it. She threw open the door to reveal Spike standing there,
looking haggard and worn however not quite as bad as she must look. She launched herself into his arms, “You’re
alive! Oh God! William, you’re alive! I was so scared. I thought I would die myself.” She was sobbing into his chest and
clutching onto him with bruising force.
“Buffy...baby..it’s alright. I’m alright.” He tried to soothe her.

That was the sight that greeted Willow as she came out of the kitchen upon hearing the knock and commotion.
“Umm..Hi” she gave a little wave to Spike “You must be William”
He looked at her from over the top of Buffy’s head. “Yeah...umm..can you ‘elp me with ‘er?” he asked.
Willow came up and helped untangle Buffy from around William and they both led her to the sofa.
“I just started a pot of coffee. Looks like you could use some too” Willow said.
“Thanks. Yeah. ‘ow long ‘as she been like this?” William asked.
“Since I arrived at least. Probably all night but she just called me this morning. By the way, I’m her best friend, Willow”
she told him.
“Ahh..yes. I’ve seen you in pictures she ‘as from college” William gave her a small smile.

Buffy was near the point of passing out with exhaustion and because of the alcohol.
“William...I’m sorry...love you...forgive me...” and with that she did indeed pass out.
Great, the bloody chit finally tells me she loves me and she is passed out drunk, he thought to himself.
“Can you ‘elp me get ‘er into bed, Red?” Spike asked Willow.
“Sure” Willow giggled at being called “Red”.

They got Buffy back to her room and tucked under the covers. Spike leaned over and kissed her on the forehead.
“Love you too, baby” he said out loud softly. He turned around to see Willow watching him with a curious expression on
her face and he blushed slightly.
“Want some of that coffee?” she smiled.
“Yeah, please.” He answered her.

An hour later Willow and Spike were in deep conversation over their coffee about Buffy. Willow told him how she had
just found out about him today and most of it was slurred babbling so he filled her in on the rest of the “saga known as
Buffy and Spike”. Willow told Spike how she had always thought Buffy had a problem with drinking but never said
anything and regretted now that maybe she should have. Spike knew the reasons for why Buffy changed so drastically
in college that Willow didn’t but he told her that some things Buffy need to tell her herself. It wasn’t his place.

“I’ve never seen her act this way over anyone, William...or do you prefer Spike?” Willow told him.
“Spike is fine” he replied.
“Buffy has never been big on the committed relationships. She dated a lot of guys but I never seemed to see her with
the same guy twice so this is major for her” Willow informed him.
“Yeah, it’s major for me too, Red.” Spike replied.
“I think she really loves you, Spike” Willow looked him in the eye.
“I love ‘er too, Red. God, I love ‘er so much. We just keep ‘urting each other though” he admitted.
“Have you guys thought about counseling? And Buffy could definately benefit from AA or some type of treatment
program.” Willow inquired.
“No, we haven’t discussed any of that yet but we should and will” he responded.
“Will you be alright if I leave you with her? I’ve got to get back to my girlfriend, Tara, oh, I’m a lesbian in case Buffy didn’t
tell you.” Willow said matter of factly.
“She had mentioned it and your bird, Tara, yeah.” Spike let her know. “Go on, I’ll be O.K. I’ll stay with ‘er.”
“It was nice meeting you, Spike. Sorry it had to be under these circumstances. Tell Buffy I will call her tomorrow to check
in” Willow informed him as she put her coat on and picked up her purse.

Spike walked Willow to the door, “Thanks for everything, Red. I’m glad Buffy has a good friend like you”.
“Thanks, Spike. Take care and get some rest yourself. You look like you need it” and she turned and made her way
down to the parking lot.

Spike closed the door, went to the kitchen and made sure the coffee pot was shut off then went to Buffy’s bedroom. She
was laying on her side now snoring softly. He slipped off his boots and shirt and slid under the sheets with her wearing
only his jeans. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against him. He kissed her hair and lost
himself in sleep and in her.

Chapter 12


Buffy awoke to two very different feelings. One was a freight train running through her head and the other was a warm
wall of comfort surrounding her. She opened her eyes and took note of the strong arms wrapped around her, holding
on as if for dear life. She smiled knowing it was her William. He had come back. Her smile quickly faded when another
jolt of tension and pain weaved its way through her head.

“Ugh” she moaned as she tried to untangle herself from William to get up for some aspirin and cold water. Finally she
managed to get out from under his arms as he mumbled something unintelligeable and rolled over. She stretched and
made her way to the bathroom. She cupped her hands under the faucet and splashed her face with some cold water.
An overwhelming feeling of nausea overtook her and before she knew it she was on her knees in front of the toilet. After
she had emptied what little was in her stomach, she rested her forehead against the side of the toilet.

“Feel better?” came Spike’s voice from where he stood in the doorway.
“Yeah, a bit” Buffy answered him then eased herself up. She brushed her teeth and rinsed with mouth wash, then took 4
aspirin as he watched her the entire time.
“Did it work?” Spike asked after the few moments of silence.
“Did what work?” Buffy asked back.
“Whatever you expected to accomplish by getting so drunk you passed out” Spike said.
“I was trying to forget about you…trying to get over you….” Buffy began.
“Did it work?” he repeated.
“No, not at all” she lowered her eyes. “You came back.” She stated.
“I did” he replied.
“Why?” she questioned.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he countered.
“Well, I think we’ve already established that I’m not too bright” Buffy said.
“Bollocks” Spike responded to her self-depreciating statement.
“I don’t even know what that means. See? Not too bright” Buffy smiled weakly.
“It means, what you just said is a bunch of rot. You are very bright. You graduated from Stanford for Christ’s sake, have
some hot shot job…please..” Spike told her.
“I didn’t mean that kind of bright. Matters of the heart kind of bright. You never answered my question.”she clarified.
“I love you and I know you love me. Told me so this morning if you even remember it.” Spike said softly.

Buffy looked away. She didn’t remember much from before she passed out. Everything was pretty hazy.
“Come on, I’ll make you some breakfast” Spike reached his hand out to her.
Buffy placed her hand in his tentively and let him lead her to the kitchen. He sat her down at one of the counter stools
and then started a pot of coffee for her and a kettle of water for tea for him.

“Isn’t it night time?” Buffy asked noting the dark.
“Yeah, we slept all day but since we just got up, it’s breakfast. What’s your fancy? Eggs? Omelete? Potatoes?” Spike
asked her.
“Umm..yogurt?” Buffy answered.
“Please, you’re already skinny enough as it is. No wonder” he scoffed.
“You don’t like the way I look?” she inquired.
“Yes, of course I do…but you could stand to put some meat on your bones is all…omelete it is then” he decided for her.
She rolled her eyes but didn’t protest.

Twenty minutes later she was devouring the omelete Spike had made for her and on her third cup of coffee.
“Good, pet?” Spike smirked.
“Yes, very” she answered with a mouthful.
“See, Daddy knows what’s best for his girl” Spike grinned.
“Daddy?” Buffy said wide-eyed. “You didn’t just call yourself Daddy, did you?”
“Just teasing you Buffy” Spike said nervously, slapping himself mentally for even saying that.

Buffy finished chewing, took a drink of her glass of water and then got up and sauntered over to the other side of the
counter where Spike stood. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself up against him.
“So, tell me. What else does Daddy think is best for his girl?” Buffy batted her eyelashes at him.

Christ, now I’ve really done it, Spike thought to himself not sure of himself and how to answer her without looking like a
complete wanker. Buffy slid her hand down his chest and stomach until it rested right on top of his groin. She cupped
him in her hand and said, “You know what I think, Daddy? I think this is what’s best for me” she gave him a little squeeze
and felt him begin to grow under her touch.

Spike moaned and closed his eyes. He felt her body leave his and opened them back up to find that she was now
kneeling before him, hands on his fly, beginning to open it. He watched her as she pulled his jeans down to his knees.
He watched her as his hardening cock sprung out at her face. He watched her as she licked her lips and then opened
her mouth wide to take him inside that moist and warm cavity.

“Oh yeah” he moaned as she sucked him in, swirling her tongue around the head. She gripped his cock at the base with
one hand and rolled his balls with the other as she used her expert mouth to lick, tongue and suck him all over. She
reached one of her hands up and sucked a finger into her own mouth, wetting it. Then she reached back down and
wedged her hand between Spike’s legs, making him spread them a bit as she continued sucking his cock. She slid her
wet finger back until it reached his formerly untouched puckered hole. She felt Spike’s whole body tense as her finger
lightly grazed it. Taking her mouth off his cock momentarily she said, “Little girl’s still hungry, Daddy. You got something
for her?” and with that she placed her mouth back on his cock and shoved her finger up his ass.

Spike felt his balls tighten and this unbelievable and incredible sensation from Buffy fingering his ass. He came almost
instantly once she had thrust into him. He reached his hands down and held her head as he spurted off inside her
mouth. He watched her swallow down his cum as he jerked and moaned.
“Oh God, baby…so good” he breathed out.

She gave him one last lick, then pulled his pants back up and tucked him in and fastened them before standing up
herself.
“Now that’s what I call breakfast” she winked at him.
He pulled her close and kissed her. “The things you do to me, luv” he purred.

The phone rang interrupting them from their moment. Buffy moved away to answer it.
“Hello”
“Uhh..Is William there?” came Xander’s voice
“Uhh, yeah, Xander. Hang on” Buffy handed the phone to Spike.

“What’s up, mate?” Spike said into the receiver.
“Just checking on you since you never came back all day. You alright?” Xander questioned him.
“Yeah, we’re good” Spike answered.
“O.K. man…you coming home tonight or what?” Xander inquired.
“Not sure whelp. Maybe” Spike told him.
“Alright, well, just be careful” Xander said.
“Yes, Dad” Spike joked.
“Take care, son” Xander made his voice really low and deep, joking back.
“Bye, mate” Spike hung up the phone.

“He hates me, doesn’t he?” Buffy asked Spike as soon as he hung up from Xander.
“No, why would you think that?” Spike questioned.
“I can hear the hate in his voice when he talked to me and from before when I called and he yelled at me..” Buffy
informed him.
Spike sighed. “Look, pet, he doesn’t hate you. He is just looking out for me. We’ve been mates a long time. He doesn’t
want to see me hurt and so…” he began.
“And I’ve hurt you so he hates me” Buffy finished.
“He’ll come around, luv. Don’t worry” Spike pulled her into his arms.

“I don’t blame him. I hate me too for hurting you. If I haven’t said it enough, I’m so sorry” Buffy apologized.
“I know baby. I know” Spike stroked her hair.
“I promise I won’t lie again. I know that doesn’t hold much weight; my promises but I swear, William. I don’t want to lose
you. I’ll be a good girl.” Buffy hugged him tight.
“Not too good of a girl though, right? Just a little bit naughty?” Spike said with a twinkle in his eye.
“Just a little bit” she grinned back at him.
 

Chapter 13

Buffy was dreading facing her co-workers on Monday. Well maybe not all of them. Fred and Wes had been very nice to
her but still it was embarrassing. She mostly dreaded dealing with Riley. She had promised William that she would make
sure everyone was set straight though. Just let me get through this day she prayed as the elevator doors opened to the
floor her offices were on.

Buffy made her way down the makeshift walkways between cubicles on her way to her office. Just as she was almost at
the door she was stopped with a “Buffy!”
Crap, she thought, foiled again. She turned to find Anya walking up to her briskly. She sighed in relief, thankfully it wasn’
t Riley.

“I wasn’t sure if you would show up today, after your big secret about your very young, amazingly handsome, well-built,
who I’m sure is hung and not your cousin for real boytoy came out. Especially after the HUGE fight you had with him
right out in the open” Anya said bluntly and rather loudly with a cheery smile on her face.

Buffy felt her shoulders slump and wished the ground would swallow her up as heads popped up from cubicles to glance
in their direction. Great, my day isn’t 5 minutes over yet and already the entire office knows what a pervert I am, Buffy
thought to herself.

“Buffy? Can I talk to you in your office?” Anya’s questioned brought her out of her thoughts.
“Uhh...yes. Come in” she said as she opened the door. Anya followed her closing it.
The two women took seats on opposite sides of Buffy’s desk.
“So, Buffy...I’m going to be blunt and get right to the point” Anya started.
Buffy supressed a snort. Anya was ALWAYS blunt and to the point.

“Go ahead” Buffy told her.
“Is your little friend’s friend, the dark haired one from the pizza place your cousin as well?” Anya asked.
“You mean Xander?” Buffy countered.
“Yes, that’s the one” Anya answered.
“No, he isn’t my cousin. Neither is William if you remember.” Buffy said.
“Well, yes but I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t you know, wink wink, code name cousin as in you were boinking him
as well” Anya smiled.
“WHAT? NO...no. Of course not. He is William’s best friend. They go to UCLA together.” Buffy was slightly aggitated that
Anya just assumed she was “boinking” Xander as well.
“Great, so you won’t mind if I receive many orgasms from him then?” Anya questioned.
“Uhhh...you want to go out with Xander?” Buffy looked incredulous.

She had been hiding William from everyone due to his age and now here was Anya wanting to get it on with Xander who
was the same age as William. Was all the pain and heartache for nothing?

“Yes. He was quite pleasant to look at and appeared very friendly. Are you still on speaking terms with William?” Anya
questioned her.
“Yes...we...uhh..worked out our differences” Buffy informed her.
“Will you tell William to have Xander call me. Here is my cell and home phone numbers” Anya handed a piece of paper
over to Buffy.
“You do realize he is only 18, right?” Buffy inquired.
“Of course. I shall make a fine man of him” Anya looked off dreamily.
“Uhh...alright. I’ll let William know to give him the message” Buffy told her.
“Thank you, Buffy. I hope you and William have made up sufficiently and that you give each other many orgasms in the
future.” And with that she flounced out of Buffy’s office.

Buffy sat there for a long moment thinking what on earth just happened here. Thankfully the rest of the day wasn’t quite
so “in your face”. Both Wes and Fred had come by and checked to see how she was and were happy to hear that
William and her had made up after their argument.

She ran into Gunn in a inter-departmental meeting and he was nothing but pleasant and professional. So good, so far,
Buffy thought as she was walking back to her office after the meeting. It was almost the end of the day and she was
feeling much better. I spoke too soon she thought as she bumped into Riley in the corridor.
“Jesus! Watch where you’re going!” Riley yelled a little too loud.
“I’m sorry...I didn’t see you” Buffy stammered.
“Yeah well maybe if you were looking where you were going instead of looking off in the distance dreaming about your
COUSIN, you wouldn’t have ran into me” Riley said trying to make sure other people heard him.
“Excuse me? How do you know what I am thinking and furthermore he ISN’T my cousin you big dumb jerk” Buffy
snapped.
“Me? I’m the jerk? Guess it’s better than being a cradle robbing sleazy slut like you, Buffy!” Riley’s face was beet red but
it got even more red when Buffy reached out a hand and slapped him across the face.
“Don’t ever speak to me again, Riley. Ever!” she stomped away.
“Yeah, you can count on that, you bitch” Riley yelled after her.

She made it to the safety of her office. Got to get out of here, she thought. She shut down her PC and grabbed her coat
and purse as quick as she could. Instead of taking the more populated elevators, she took the back stairwell to get to
the parking garage. Finally she made it to her car and got it and drove away. Breathe, Buffy, Breathe she told herself.
You made it. You did it. You got through the day. It’s over now. You don’t need a drink. You don’t need a drink. No you
don’t. She talked herself down.

Once she reached her apartment, she was much more calm. She parked in her designated space and made her way to
her front door. When she got there, Spike was sitting in front of it, knees pulled up to his chest, arms resting on his
knees, head resting on his arms. He looked to me asleep.

“William, honey...wake up” Buffy ran her fingers through his hair.
“I’m awake” he said as his head shot up. “Was just resting my head”.
“Not that I’m not happy to see you but what are you doing here? I don’t get off work until 5 and with the drive home and
traffic, it’s already 6 now. How long have you been here?” she questioned him.
“My last class was over at 4. I got here about 4:30. I wasn’t sure when you got home. I figured it would be soon though.”
He answered.
“I should give you a key for when you want to come over in the future so you don’t have to sit out here and wait for me
to get home” Buffy told him as he stood up and she moved to unlock the door and let them in.
“I just missed you. Wanted to come straight here after I got out of school” he looked down shyly.
“I missed you too.” She smiled.

Buffy took her jacket off and hung it on the coat rack in the entry way then laid her purse down on the table next to it.
“We can order some dinner. I don’t know about you but I’m hungry. I didn’t eat lunch today.” Buffy told him as she made
her way to the phone and answering machine.
“Sure...sounds good.” William flopped down onto the sofa. “And you better start eating lunch. Didn’t we already talk
about this once?”
“What do you feel like? Pizza or Chinese?”she ignored his last comment.
“Chinese...that is unless you feel like pizza” he smiled at her.
“Chinese it is. Here’s a menu. Circle what you want. I’ll listen to the messages first before I call and order” she handed
him a chinese take out menu she had on the table the phone rested on.

Buffy pressed play on her machine.

“Hi Dear. It’s Mom. Just calling to check in with you. See how things went with your young man. I hope you resolved the
situation like we talked about. I love you, Dear. Call me when you have time.”

Buffy looked sheepishly at William as he raised one eyebrow.
“The young man is you. I swear.” Buffy explained. “I told my mom about you when I was there”
“I kinda figured as much” he answered. “Unless there is some other “young man” you have a “situation” with?” he
teased her.
“Oh! Speaking of that. You’ll never believe what happened today!” Buffy exclaimed.
“What, pet?” Spike asked her.
“Do you remember the girl I work with, Anya? Real blunt. Likes orgasms.?” Buffy questioned him.
William laughed. “Yeah, pet. Hard to forget someone like that chit”
“Well, that “chit” has a big crush on your friend Xander and now that she knows you and I are together she asked me to
give you her number to have Xander call her so she can...give him many orgasms” Buffy was laughing.
“You’re kidding me?” William grinned.
“I swear. Cross my heart.” Buffy walked to where her purse was and brought it back to where she had been standing
and opened it up to dig out the piece of paper Anya had given her earlier that day.

“Here you go.” She handed the paper to Spike.
“The whelp is going to go apeshit. Can’t wait to see his face when I tell him” Spike grinned, shoving the paper into his
pocket.
Buffy turned around and pressed her machine to get the next message.

“YOU ARE A FUCKING WHORE. I HOPE YOU DIE OF AIDS YOU BITCH. USING ME AND THROWING ME AWAY FOR
SOME DISGUSTING PUNK KID JERKOFF. I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL YOU SLUT.” Riley had screamed into her machine.

Buffy’s face fell. William stood up and walked to her, taking her in his arms.
“Don’t listen to that wanker, Buffy. He is an idiot.” He told her.
“I bumped into him right before I left work and he made a big scene there too. He must’ve called from the office after I
left” Buffy informed him.

“Forget him. Bloody poofter. He best not ever come around me. Come on, Buffy. Don’t let him ruin our night, O.K., luv?”
Spike told her.
“You’re right. What can he do to me? He’s just a jerk. Hopefully he got it out of his system and feels better now and will
leave me alone then. Alright, let’s order some food. Did you pick out what you wanted?” she asked him.
“Yeah, luv. Here you go.” He handed her back the menu.

Buffy called and placed their order. She then went to change out of her business clothes and into something more
comfortable, sweats and a t-shirt. She put her hair up in two pig tails which made her look much younger and almost like
a little girl.
Spike groaned when he saw her when she came back out to the living room.
“Are you trying to kill me, luv?” he teased her motioning to her pig tails.
“What?” she said innocently.
“You know what. All you need is the Catholic school girl’s uniform and you’d be all set” Spike grinned.
“Mmmmm....maybe I already have that uniform...” she trailed off winking at him.

She went to the kitchen to get them some drinks.
“Want something to drink? Beer? Soda? Anything?” Buffy asked him.
“Soda is fine.” William answered. “What kind do you have?”
“Mountain Dew or Cherry Coke” Buffy called out to him.
“Cherry Coke” he called back.
Buffy smiled a naughty smile. Thinking of William and cherries always made her smile.
She came back with his coke and a beer in her other hand. William saw it and sighed.
“Do you think we could go one night without you drinking?” he asked.
“I haven’t had a drink all day!” Buffy said defensively.
“Then you can go a little longer. The rest of the night, with me” William told her.
“Fine!” Buffy went back to the kitchen and grabbed a Mountain Dew instead.
“Happy now?” she said as she flopped down on the couch next to him.
“Yes. Please don’t be upset, Buffy.” He took her hand in his.
Buffy sighed. “I’m not. I’m sorry. Just a sensitive subject. I know I need to stop. It’s not going to be an overnight change
though, William. It’s a long haul.” Buffy told him.
“I know, Baby. But the journey has to start with a first step, right?” he smiled at her.
“I know. I promise you I will try. I’ll find out this week where a local AA meeting is, sound good?” she said.
“Sounds good” he smiled. “I love you”
“I love you” she responded.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Buffy jumped up to get her purse to get money out, knowing that was more than likely the delivery guy at the door.
William already had his wallet out.
“How much is it?” he inquired.
“I got it. Don’t worry” she answered.
“No, I’ll pay this time” Spike demanded.
“Really, you don’t have to” Buffy repeated.
“Buffy! You pay almost all the time. Let me pay for dinner one bloody time, alright?” Spike stomped to the door and
threw it open.
He paid the delivery guy after he told him the amount, giving him a generous tip, then took the bags of food from him
and walked to the kitchen.

Buffy met him in there.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was such a big issue” Buffy began.
“It’s not. I’d just like to feel like a man every once in awhile and buy my girl dinner” Spike said.
“You don’t think I make you feel like a man?” Buffy questioned.
“Buffy...pet...please..just drop it. It’s no big deal. Let’s just eat” Spike began opening cartons and diving into the food.
Buffy kept quiet and let the subject drop but she had a feeling this issue was going to come up in the future. How could
it not?

She pushed the thoughts from her mind and began devouring the food along with him.
After they were stuffed to the brim, Spike put the leftovers away while Buffy did the dishes. They decided to pop a DVD
in and stretched out together on the couch. After about 30 minutes of Spike playing with Buffy’s pig tails he spoke up.
“So, uhh..do you really have a school girl uniform?” he said sheepishly.

She smiled up at him. “Yeah, though it’s not really “Catholic” but it can get the job done” she grinned saucily.
“Go put it on” he ordered her.
“Yes, Sir!” she teased him.
She got up and walked back to the bedroom smiling and thinking, “Let the games begin”.
 

Chapter 14

Spike waited for Buffy to return and after, what he figured was plenty of time to change, he became inpatient and got up
off the couch to go find her. And find her, he did.
He slowly pushed the bedroom door open and there she was primping and posing in front of her dresser mirror.

She was wearing a plain white button up shirt, a navy blue plaid short skirt, white knee socks and black patent leather
shoes. Her hair was still in those scrumptious piggy tails and she had been applying some makeup, rouge and lipstick.

Spike gulped. Alright, mate, you got yourself into this, he thought, his insecurities beginning to take hold. He battled with
himself in his own mind. “Gonna do this. Gonna do this. I can’t do this. Yes I can. No. Yes. Just pretend your someone
else. Go on. Do it. You know you want to.”

Buffy turned abruptly noticing him standing there.
“Sorry, I was just putting on some finishing touches” she batted her lashes.
“Did I tell you to put that makeup on?” Spike said in a voice that was much harsher than his own.
“Uhh...no but I thought...” Buffy began, not realizing the game had already begun.
“I didn’t tell you to think. I told you to put the uniform on, not paint your face up like a whore” Spike cut her off.
“William?? Wha??” Buffy was startled.
“Call me, Sir. Like you did before. Do you understand me Buffy?” he took several steps to reach her and raised her chin
with his hand to look him in the eye.”

Buffy finally caught on that this was their game. She could see it in his eyes. His uncertainty mixed with desire and lust.
“Yes” she replied.
“Yes, what?” Spike asked.
“Yes, Sir. Sorry” Buffy answered.
“Get on your knees, Buffy” Spike ordered her.
“Why?” Buffy purposely pushed him.
“Just do as your told. Don’t make this hard, Buffy” he answered.

Buffy reached out and cupped his erection straining in his jeans and said, “I thought that was the whole point, Sir.
Making it hard.” She emphasized the word Sir as she spoke.
“That’s it. You’re a bad little girl. You know that? I think I need to show you how to use that mouth for something other
than impertinence.” Spike shoved Buffy down to her knees in front of him.

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped himself, freeing his hard cock.
“Suck it” he pushed the head against Buffy’s lips.
Ever since seeing Buffy’s lips painted that deep rich red, he knew he needed to see those lips wrapped around his
cock. The image alone almost made him cum. Buffy opened her mouth and darted her tongue out to tease him but didn’
t take him inside.
“I said, suck it, Buffy. Now do what your told” he demanded.

Buffy opened her mouth wide and swallowed him down. She swirled her tongue all around him. She loved the taste of
him. Spike began thrusting his hips in time with her sucks. She looked up at his face the entire time she was sucking him
off and he watched her watching him the whole time. Seeing her red lips wrapped around his cock, her cheeks hollowing
out as she sucked, and her eyes trained on him, was undoing him.

Spike’s hips began to move faster as he neared his orgasm. He was nearly fucking her face and damn it felt good. Buffy
reached around with both hands and grabbed his ass cheeks as she devoured his stiff prick that was ready to explode.

“Unngh...that’s it...fuck...yeah...suck it...gonna cum...swallow it, Buffy...ALL of it..every last drop. Don’t spill any...” he
poured himself into her awaiting mouth. Buffy kept sucking, draining him, drinking every drop like he told her, until there
was nothing left.

Spike reached down and disengaged Buffy from his cock.
“See, I like your mouth much better that way” he told her.
“Mmmm...I’m glad you enjoyed it” Buffy purred.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked her.
“Umm...I...” Buffy started.
“Christ, Buffy. It’s only been a little bit and you already forgot my name” he said shaking his head at her.
“Oh! Yes...sorry..Sir..” she smiled.

“Not good enough. I shouldn’t have to tell you these things over and over. Have you no respect for me?” Spike said
sternly.
“Yes...I do..I just..uhh..forgot” Buffy stammered.
“Well, we best make sure you never forgot again then.” Spike pulled her up to her feet and led her over to the end of
the bed.

He bent her over the bed, pressing her face into the comforter. With one leg, he nudged her legs wide apart then raised
her skirt over her bottom. He smiled when a bare bottom was revealed.
“Naughty girl. Where are your panties?” he stroked her bare cheeks.
“I forgot those too” she squirmed under him.
“Such a forgetful little girl you are” he commented.
“Sorry, Sir” Buffy replied.
“You will be” Spike moved back from her. “Stay there. Don’t move”

He was still hanging out of his pants and he pulled them off entirely, stopping to remove his belt from the jean’s loops.
He observed Buffy , face down on the bed, bare ass in the air, legs spread wide showing off her glistening wet pussy.
Her skirt was bunched at her waist and she still wore her shirt and socks and shoes. His cock started to stir to life again
at the vision she presented him with.

Spike was sweating. He was exhilarated and enjoying this but also a bit frightened and didn’t want to look like a fool in
front of Buffy or really hurt her. He took a few calming breaths. He wanted to make sure he was ready to do this.

“Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to make me sorry like you said?” Buffy said defiantly.
That did it. He was definately ready now.
“You little...I’ll make you sorry alright..” Spike strode over to her and double looped his belt.

WHACK! The belt cracked against her ass leaving behind a red mark. Buffy hissed and arched up.
“OUCH!” she cried out. She hadn’t expected that. She could not see him behind her from her position and just assumed
he was going to spank her with his bare hand like he had before. She was pleasantly surprised.

Spike drew back, afraid he had really hurt her.
“Buffy, if it’s too much, tell me to stop, O.K.?” he told her.
Buffy shook her head, “NO, it’s good...and..I may be inclined to say stop but not mean it...umm..think of a word or
phrase that I can say if it gets to be too much. That way neither of us can misconstrue what we really mean” Buffy
explained to him.
“Alright, if you want me to stop, say.....fuzzy little pink pig” Spike said, noticing the stuffed animal she had that was on
her one bedside table.

Buffy laughed then agreed.
“O.K. I’m ready for you to begin again, Sir” she said huskily.
Spike struck her again with the belt. She pitched forward a bit and moaned.
He began to alternate between each cheek with his belt, turning them a rosy red.
“Are you sorry, Buffy?” he asked her as he struck.
“For what?” she said.
“You know what. Stop being a brat.” He gritted out and struck her again.
“Ohh...yes..I’m sorry” she cried.
“Why are you sorry?” he demanded. WHACK
“For...not using...Sir...ahhhh” she breathed.
“And what else?” he asked again. WHACK
“For..FFFor...forgetting to put my panties on...ohhh..god” Buffy wailed.

Spike stopped the blows to her ass and got an idea. She liked it so much when I used my hand there, he thought to
himself before tilting his wrist the opposite way and bringing the belt up to whack against her exposed pussy.
“AHHHHHHHH” Buffy screamed feeling the sting and heat of the belt against her wet and swollen sex. It hurt and it was
exquisite at the same time.

Spike stopped for a moment to gauge her reaction and when satisfied that she was alright, he continued swinging the
belt upwards across her dripping wet pussy. The sound of the belt hitting wet flesh was music to his ears.
“How sorry are you now, Buffy?” he said in a deep low voice.
“sssssooorrrryyy...sssssoooo...sssoooorrrrryyyy” she panted between blows.
“Not sorry enough evidently because you’re still not calling me Sir!” he raised his voice at her.
“Ohhhh..God...Sir...Sorry....yyyesss...iiii...rrrreallly am...ooh please...” she was near delirious.

Spike was so aroused now, he didn’t think his dick could get any harder than it already was.
“If you promise to be a good girl, I’ll give you what you need, Buffy” he told her.
“IIIII....pppromise...I’ll be good, Sir...I’ll be..ssssooooo goooooodd” she had tears forming in her eyes now.
Spike threw his belt down and poised himself behind her. Without warning or anymore words, he thrust his rock hard
engorged cock inside her raw and burning sex.
“OHHHHHHHHHH...FUCKKKKKKK” Buffy screamed feeling him so deep and hard. Her pussy was sore and red from the
belting and the friction of him plowing into her, his course pubic hairs pressing against her irritated swollen flesh hurt so
damn good.

“That’s it, little girl. Take it all. Take it all the way inside....fuck...so deep” he began thrusting in and out, hard.
“Gonna fuck you so good, little girl...make you sorry...” he reached up and grabbed her pig tails as he slammed into her.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh, harder....please...Sir...harder...make me sorry...” Buffy egged him on.
He pistoned himself in an out of her, “Uhnghhh..fuck, you’re so tight...how do you stay so fucking tight? Christ....wet...
fuck...you like that, Buffy? Do you? Do you like me fucking you? Fucking you so hard it hurts?” Spike panted above her.
“Yessssssssss....I love it...Ohhh Goddddddddd...fuck me, Sir...please..fuck me” she yelled.

She was about to explode. He didn’t even need to touch her clit, she was so ready. He stopped abruptly and pulled out.
“Godddddddddd..NOOOOOOOOOOO..don’t stop....oh god..please..” she begged him.
Spike swiped his hand across her pussy gathering up her fluid all over his fingers then he shoved one of them up her
ass. She bucked underneath him.
“Yesssssss” she hissed.
“You want that ass fucked, don’t you little girl? Haven’t been in there since our first night, now have I? You’ve been
depriving me...let me inside, Buffy....I want inside that sweet tight little hole..” he worked another finger in, stretching her,
preparing her for his thick cock.
“Please....Sir...oh..I need...I need...feel you inside...please” she pleaded with him and was awared when she felt the
huge head of his cock begin to push into her ass.
“AWWWW FUCK, Buffy” he exclaimed as he slid in, slow and deep.
“Ahhhhhh..Yes...thank you...oh God...thank you” she pushed back against him.

He withdrew then thrust again, getting harder and deeper with each stroke.
“God...you love that don’t you? Getting pounded in the ass? Fuck....oh...fuck...feels so good” he moaned.
“Yes....oh yes...love it..love you..Sir” she replied.
“Ahhh...I’m gonna cum...gonna cum, Buffy.....take it...feel it inside you...I want you to feel it...feel me...” Spike began
jerking and squirting his cum deep in her ass.

That triggered Buffy’s own orgasm and she began clenching her muscles and felt her own juices flooding her pussy.
“Oh...yeah! I’m cumming....cumming...I feel it...Sir..I feel you...oh...God..give it to me..give it all to me” she breathed.
“So good...such a good little girl...my good girl...love my good girl” he moaned as he collapsed on top of her back, spent.

They lay there catching their breath for several minutes then Spike pulled out of Buffy and sat on the edge of the bed.
She raised herself up and turned around to sit along side him but winced as her sore ass and pussy came in contact
with the bed.
“Ouch” she stood up and rubbed her behind.

“Are you alright?” Spike reached for her hand.
“Yes, wonderful, just a tad bit sore” she smiled.
“Sorry” he ducked his head.
“Don’t be. William...that was...god that was incredible. I loved it.” She tried to reassure him.
“Yeah..me too..maybe too much” he pouted.
“Don’t feel ashamed. You have nothing to be ashamed of. We both wanted it. We both liked it. It’s O.K. There’s nothing
wrong with what he do together. Please believe that.” Buffy pulled him to her chest and stroked his hair.
“You don’t think I’m some kind of sick pervert for liking to do those things to you?” he asked her.
“Of course not. If I did, I wouldn’t let you do them. I guess I must be a sick pervert too” she grinned.

Buffy pulled him to his feet.
“Come on pervy, let’s go put some ice on my ass” she grabbed his hand and led him out of the bedroom.
 

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