“Do you trust me?”

“Never.”

“Bitch.”

“Fuck you.”

“Thanks for the offer.”

“You are the most unbelievable…thing…I have ever known. I’m going now. I actually can’t believe I stayed this long!” Buffy stood up as gracefully as she could whilst trying to untangle herself from the rug, “Where’s my underwear? Or have you tucked it away somewhere for more of your sordid little sex games?”

“The only games I play, love, are with you. Isn’t that what we’re doing right now? Just reminding each other of the rules before we duck into round…Is it round three or four?” Spike smirked at her as she stood helplessly in the middle of the room, desperately searching for anything that resembled her clothes.

“Shut. Up. Where are my clothes?”

“Well, pet, my memory may be a little fuzzy, but I’m pretty sure you turned up without a stitch on under those scraps of material you call an outfit. Remember?”

Buffy turned scarlet under Spike’s gaze, “I…I got dressed in a hurry this morning. There was no clean washing…” Buffy trailed off, even failing to convince herself that was what had happened. Truth was, she had woken up with an itch that even the Rampant Rabbit and her rudest thoughts couldn’t scratch, and after a whole day of mental cold showers and sweaty workouts had totally failed to take her mind off sex, sex and more sex, she had given in and set out to patrol determined to do a little less slay and a little more lay.

“You couldn’t get me out of your head, could you? You couldn’t stop thinking about us. So this time, you came prepared. Is that right?” Buffy turned around slowly to find Spike stood up and slowly moving towards her. She suddenly felt very aware of her nakedness, and the fact that Spike didn’t seem to care at all made it worse.

“That’s so not true. Not true at all…laundry day.” She mumbled, feeling more and more awkward as Spike stood in front of her, staring unabashedly at her body.

“You wanted me, just like you want me now. If I touched you, you’d tremble and you’d be very, very wet. Just like when you got dressed this morning. So do us both a favour, and stop pretending you don’t want to play.” Spike waited a second to see if she’d produce a stake from thin air before deciding it was safe to continue. “Do you trust me?”

“Never…” But it was a tiny whispered word this time, not the impassioned statement of before. Buffy could feel her wetness building between her legs; that familiar dull throb that started in the pit of her stomach. She tried to formulate a sentence, something like ‘Of course I’m not going to have wild sex with you for hours and hours, you idiot’, but all she could seem able to do was breathe heavily and notice over and over again how hot he made her.

“That didn’t sound very convincing,” he murmured in her ear as he circled her slowly, breathing in the tremendous scent of her arousal, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Buffy’s legs began to tremble as he whispered in her ear, his tongue scraping against her neck. She turned her head towards him, her eyes heavy with desire, ready to reach up to kiss him when he moved behind her suddenly. The mood changed as Spike hooked his legs around hers and knocked her onto the floor. Before she had time to get up, or hit him, he sat astride her and pinned her hands above her head, incapacitating her arms.

“You basta-“ Buffy began as she moved helplessly beneath him.

“Ah, ah!” Spike said as he covered her mouth with his hand, “Don’t pretend you’re pissed off. I saw you face light up when you saw those cuffs. Bet Riley never let you play rough.” Spike knew he’d hit a chord. Buffy raised an eyebrow at him and bit down hard on his hand sealed over her mouth. “Argh, Christ Slayer!! What the hell did you do that for?!”

“What can I say Spike? I like to play rough.” Buffy sat up suddenly, wrenching her arms free as Spike nursed his bitten hand. “Now give me those cuffs I know you have in your other hand,” Buffy leant in close to him, bringing her lips and her warm breath tantalisingly close to his neck before she continued, “And we’ll find out exactly how rough.”

Spike wasn’t sure if he’d given her the cuffs or if she’d taken them. He didn’t much care either way, because as she leant across him to take them, she’d distracted him with a deep lingering kiss that meshed their tongues together urgently, causing him to completely forget, well, everything else.

Every single time she kissed him, Buffy was amazed at how fantastic his kisses were; urgent and sensual and probing and like nothing she’d ever experienced before, from vampire or human, she thought to herself. She almost forgot why she’d kissed him in the first place; a simple ploy that meant she would be able to take those damn cuffs without him protesting too much. “Oh Spike!” she spoke breathily, “Do you trust me?”

“Wh-?!” Was about all Spike managed before Buffy pushed him flat onto his back and cuffed his hands together around some very handy pipes.

“Struggle all you want, because I’m in charge now. And you damn well better behave.” Buffy was as shocked at the words coming out of her mouth as Spike seemed to be. He lay back obediently, a smile touching his lips. “It’s always about what *you* say, and what *you* want,” Buffy continued, “Well now it’s not. I want you to lie there, and let me fuck you.”

Spike could have come on the spot. He had always been the one in charge before, but it killed him to watch her take control. This was all his dirty little fantasies come true. He watched her as she smiled wickedly at him and held his arms down; he considered struggling, but realised that she was actually stronger than him right then – or maybe he just didn’t want to struggle very much.

“Tell me how much you want me.”

“Oh God Buffy! I want you so fucking much right now!”

Despite herself, Buffy almost melted on the spot. She might pretend she didn’t really care too much for him, but to hear him say that; to hear him tell her how much he needed her… it felt amazing. “Be a good little vampire then, and lie still,” As Buffy spoke, she positioned herself above him, the tip of his cock just pushing against her wet and thoroughly aching pussy, “Or I won’t let you play at all.”

Her desire was such it was all she could do not to push herself down hard onto him and fuck him stupid, but somehow she managed to maintain control and continued to hover above him, her hands pushing down hard on his forearms as she stared him hard in the eye. She was trying to hard to remain the ice cool dominatrix bitch she had always wanted to be, and Spike certainly seemed to like it.

“Buffy, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

“Shut up,” Buffy regained her self-composure, “And watch me fuck you.” Buffy slid herself down onto his cock, taking him completely into her. A small moan escaped her lips as she began to bounce herself up and down on top of him, leaning over him to keep his arms pinned down; her breasts falling forwards tantalisingly close to his face each time she bobbed forwards. Spike couldn’t resist running his tongue across one hard nipple.

Without disturbing her rhythm, Buffy reached her arm back and slapped him hard across the face, “Did I say you could do that?” she demanded.

Spike couldn’t quite manage to form words. He was being ridden to within an inch of his life by the hottest fucking woman he’d ever known, and somehow, when he wasn’t looking, she’d turned herself into some little dominatrix. It couldn’t get much better.

Buffy couldn’t believe she’d just hit Spike like that. She closed her eyes and tensed momentarily, expecting a similar backhand from him. What she didn’t expect to hear him groan with pleasure and feel him come deep inside her. She was annoyed now. Despite the fact she knew full well he’d be ready for more any second now, she had meant to make him suffer a little, and have damn good time while she was at it. It was supposed to be about her. And it still would be, she decided.

“Bad Spike. No more Buffy for you.” She let him slide out of her, and walked away from him.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“I remember telling you to shut up,” Buffy interrupted as she walked back to him, He could see she was hold something behind her back, and as she walked closer, he realise it was her chiffon scarf. “It’s my turn now.” She tied it tightly over his eyes, he could just about make out the light coming from the corner of the room, and Buffy’s shadow as she stood above him, and as she walked away again.

“Buffy? Where are you?”

“Over here.” She teased.

“Where, Buffy? I can’t see, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right. And you can’t get up either, can you? So I could get up to pretty much anything, and you couldn’t interfere.”

Spike was starting to feel a little nervous now. “Look pet, I’m sorry if I ruined your fun, but it’s not like you can’t come and get some more right now.” His other senses began to work overtime now he had been deprived of his sight. He could hear something that sounded like…a match being struck. Could smell the candles as their wicks caught. Could even hear her fast breathing as she walked towards him again.

Buffy lit as many candles as she could find and set them about the room. She was still horny as hell, having been so close to her climax just a moment ago, and the sight of Spike laid on the floor blindfolded, with his cock hard and his hands still cuffed behind his head was a pretty fucking good one. Time for some fun. She lay down on the softest rug she could find, just far enough away from him, dipped her hand between her legs and began to search out her orgasm again.

She had stopped whatever it was she doing with the candles, and it took Spike a while to realise what she’d moved onto next. The smell of her arousal reached him from across the room, rich and strong and was followed by a little gasp of pleasure that escaped her lips. This was so unfair! Buffy was pleasuring herself so tantalisingly close to him, he could smell her and hear her and yet not see her, or touch her – or even touch himself. He was rapidly becoming less and less keen on this whole handcuff idea, and groaned aloud at the thought of what he was missing.

“Something…wrong, ‘pet’?” She asked in between her own groans and gasps.

“You bitch. This is torture.”

“Oh, that hasn’t even started yet,” Buffy worked her fingers faster and harder into herself as Spike tried to free himself, “Please stop fidgeting, I’m losing my – ah! – concentration.”

“Don’t sound like it.” he mumbled under his breath. She smelt incredible, her perfume mixing with her own natural scent and filling the air around him. He could feel himself growing even harder, and cursed her again for doing this to him.

Buffy lay back on the ground, her fingers working frantically to bring herself to her orgasm, her hips bucking around to meet the movements of her finger. She knew she was killing him right now, and it made her even hotter. With a sound that almost made Spike come without a single touch, Buffy fell into her own blissful climax, waves moving through her as her other hand pinched and teased at her nipples. She lay still for a few moments, recovering her breath and watching Spike continue to struggle against his bonds

“Buffy you’re killing me! At least take this bloody blindfold off me.” There was no response from Buffy. “Look, this - Oh. Ohhhh…” Spike moaned as he suddenly felt her hot tongue sliding down the length of his cock before she took him slowly and wetly into her mouth. After the little show she’d just put on, it was going to take barely anything to finish him off this time. She slid him out of her mouth and flicked her tongue against his tip, licking up the pre cum that had leaked out.

And then she stopped.

Spike tried not to react too much, although he was screaming for release inside. If he was honest with himself, this was better than a quick shag any day. Dirty little slayer. He could hear her heart racing as she stood at his feet. He bet she’d look gorgeous right now; hair all tousled, face just a little flushed, that wicked smile he knew was there creeping across her lips as she stood over him. It would have been a hell of a view if his eyes hadn’t been covered. He was tempted to kick his legs up and pull her down on top of him, but anticipation was half the fun, right?

Buffy was quietly annoyed Spike wasn’t more pissed off. She had been planning to get him as hot and hard and as close to his climax as possible and then walk out, leaving him there. He was hardly cuffed up tight, a few pissed off minutes, and he’d be able to free himself. And he’d know who was in charge here. It didn’t work if he just played along though, so Buffy changed her plan.

She remembered something Spike had said to her once. She’d thought it pretty disgusting when he’d said it, but now…it gave her a whole load of ideas. She picked up the nearest candle she could see, and held it for a few seconds, rolling it about to let the hot wax move around before tilting it to let a drip fall onto Spike’s chest. He hissed as the drop hit him, followed by several more, leaving a little trail across his body.

“Jesus, Slayer!” Spike exclaimed as it hit him. He’d forgotten how good this could feel; the feeling on his skin as it began to tighten slightly beneath the solidifying wax. The slight sting turning into such intense pleasure. Buffy bent forwards to tease his cock quickly, a quick flash of her tongue across the head made him groan even louder, before she let more a few more drops fall across his muscled chest, amazed at Spike’s reaction. “Fuck….fuck that’s good…” he mumbled, “Buffy, I don’t care. You win, just let me have you, I can’t take this anymore. I want you so much.”

This was the point where Buffy was supposed to go, and leave him handcuffed and frustrated. But she couldn’t quite bring herself to do it. It felt so good to make him want her so badly, and despite herself, she could feel her own arousal returning. “I bet you’d give anything to feel how wet I am. Am I right?” She murmured seductively.

“You have no idea…please…just…” Spike didn’t care how stupid he sounded, he had never wanted anything more than he wanted to slide himself into her right now. Involuntarily, he tilted his hips up towards her, desperate to get inside that tight, wet hole of hers.

She considered her options. If she left now, it would be amusing for a while, and it would piss him off, which would also be fun, but on the other hand, she would feel just as frustrated as she had done all day, and he did look pretty hot right now; spots of wax solidifying across his tight, taut body, his muscles tensed as he strained against his bonds, and his erection standing up proudly would feel so perfectly good, stretching her in all the right places.

Her mind made up to stay, Buffy knelt down, one knee either side of his hips and let herself sink down onto him. Spike moaned as he slid into her, speechless how hot, and how amazingly tight she always seemed to feel. Buffy began to rock back and forth astride him, tilting her hips down as she did so her clit could get the friction it desired so much.

In a matter of moments, Buffy shuddered into her orgasm, as Spike thrust deep inside her, hitting all the right spots as he did. His own followed close behind, and he came with a roar, as he finally released all his frustration and tension into her. Spike ripped his arms free from behind him, raining cold water down on top of them as he broke the pipe in half, hands still cuffed together and sat upwards, pulling Buffy into his lap as he did so. He pulled the scarf from his eyes, seeing her finally as they rode out the last moments of their climax together, drenched in the icy water.

“So,” he growled, after a pause, “Slayer does like the rough stuff then.”

Buffy blushed, suddenly embarrassed. “You seemed pretty keen yourself.”

“Do I get to tie you up next time?”

“I never said there was going to be a next time!” Buffy tried to get up, but Spike held on too tightly.

“Oh come on. Don’t pretend! Don’t tell me you don’t want to know exactly what the candle wax feels like as it hits you? How it pulls on your skin? There’s a whole world of stuff I’m going to show you now. You think that’s as rough as I get?” Buffy struggled half-heartedly against him, torn between lust and revulsion at what he was saying. Spike spoke quietly in her ear, half expecting another slap, spurred on by every moment he didn’t receive one. “I think I just got to see the real Buffy. Not the one who dates GI Joe’s, and drinks cocoa with her friends at sleepovers. I mean the one who fucks, and fights and lives in the darkness. And that slayer? She wants the dirty sex, and the bondage, and the-”

“Ok, stop! I am not like you. I do not live in the dark, or the bondage, or the…candles.”

“Then why are you still here?”

END.