Chapter 11

Spike walked slowly towards Buffy like a big cat stalking it’s prey. He held her gently by her upper arms.

“Did you just say you were sorry sweetheart?”

Buffy gulped again at his proximity and the close-up she had of his perfectly sculpted chest. Electricity shot through her at his touch.

“Aww that’s my good girl.” Spike said pulling her into a tight embrace. For a second she almost let herself go, almost let herself rub her aching groin against the ever-present bulge in his pants, but she did manage to stop herself. She tried to squirm out of his embrace and keep from panting as she forced herself to speak.

“Wh-where’s your t-shirt Mr. Spike?”

“Well I had to take it off and wash it didn’t I?” he said mock-seriously. “Because someone,” he started to tickle her ribs, “got sticky popsicle all over it.”

“Don’t!” Buffy shrieked, pulling away from Spike and making a run for it. Spike chased her, grabbing her and tickling her ribs until they both collapsed onto the scene of many of tonight’s adventures, the sofa.

The screaming and wriggling was having the same effect on both of them. Heart-rates and lust were climbing, but Spike had been holding off for a long time. Self control was becoming second nature to him by now. Buffy was in more trouble than she knew.

Spike pinned her hands above her head with one hand and tickled in earnest.

“Uncle! Uncle!” Buffy cried.

“Sorry. That means nothing where I come from.” Spike grinned evilly, continuing to tickle. “Do you mean you want me to stop?”

“Yesss!!” Buffy shrieked.

“Then say – Mr.Spike’s the king of the castle and I’m a dirty rascal.” He demanded.

Normally Buffy would have chewed her own arms off to escape and not have to say that but she just couldn’t handle this anymore. Giggling uncontrollably she finally forced the words out.

She was still giggling and squirming when Spike lifted her, intending to place her straddling his knees as she’d been earlier. Buffy however thought he was trying to continue tickling her and squirmed all the more. The result was that she ended up sitting with one leg either side of his right knee.

Spike grinned, couldn’t have worked better if he’d completely planned it this way. Catching her wrists he began to bob her up and down on his leg.

“Wanna play horsey?” he asked, continuing the gentle bouncing.

“No-ooohh!” Buffy replied her denial turning into an ‘oh’ at the friction suddenly created on her clit when Spike straightened then re-bent his leg a little, letting her slip backwards over his knee. By pulling forward on her arms he was able to position her so that every jogging movement he made rubbed her in ‘just’ the right place.

Buffy’s face flushed crimson as she slid up and down his shin. She had been aroused enough from the spanking, then the being held down and tickled, not to mention half naked Spike, but this! This was going to push her over the edge. Spike was going to know VERY soon that she was a woman again. She was having a terrible time stopping herself panting and moaning as it was.

She was being carried along so forcefully on the wave of lust that it didn’t even occur to her to question how intentional his actions were. She was too busy attempting to keep her arousal to herself.

“Oh! Oh!” she eventually let out two exclamations as he bounced her.

“Sorry sweetheart.” Spike said stopping abruptly. “I keep forgetting you’re only a little girl. I think I got you over-excited.”

The practical admission, albeit cryptic, completely passed Buffy by as she gritted her teeth and fought not to groan at the loss of the delicious sensation.

“Yes ,” Spike said staring intently at Buffy’s flushed face. “I think we’ve both had enough ‘game playing’ for one night, don’t you?”

“Ermm… well…” Buffy was well and truly ruffled, and suddenly didn’t care how obvious she was being. “I, I kinda liked that game.”

A brief evil grin from Spike.

“No. I definitely think that’s enough. Besides, I left my shirt and your overalls soaking in detergent and we really should get them sorted out. Let’s go see how they are getting on.”

Frustrated and more than a little unhappy Buffy followed Spike into the kitchen where the clothes were soaking in the sink.

The shirt was fine as he’d wet and soaked it so soon after it had gotten sticky. The overalls however were a different matter. Clicking his tongue at the chocolate stains on Buffy’s clothes, Spike wrung out the garments and led Buffy to Giles utility room behind the kitchen.

Buffy wanted to cry like the child she was pretending to be. A fierce heat was pounding and throbbing between her legs and Spike was just casually doing laundry?!?

Her hand sneaked down to rub at her clit over her clothes. It was good but not good enough and she wanted to scream in frustration. Then she had a brilliant idea.

“I’m just gonna go watch some cartoons while you do this Mr.Spike.” she said in honeyed tones. “I’ll be a good girl and sit quiet.”

Spike knew very well that Buffy’s sudden wish to get away from his presence was nothing to do with wanting to watch cartoons. He’d seen her rubbing herself out of the corner of his eye. Although the possibility of going in there and catching her with her hands in her juicy little snatch was indescribably appealing, Spike wanted to see how far he could push her himself before she cracked.

“No, sweetheart. I want you to stay here where I can keep an eye on you.” He said as he popped his shirt into the washing machine and set it to spin to remove the excess water from its soaking.

Buffy pouted. “But…..” was as far as she got before Spike lifted her up and swung her into a sitting position on top of the machine. However he did not stop at merely seating her on the vibrating machine he quickly manoeuvred her so that her legs were spread open, one each side of the corner nearest him.

In a deliciously evil stroke of genius he pushed back slightly on her hips tilting her so that her clit was almost in contact with the top of the machine. He knew direct vibrating stimulation on that most sensitive nub of flesh would push her over very quickly so he tried (and managed) to get her positioned so that her clit was close enough but that most of the vibration came second hand via her slickened pussy lips.

“I…oohh!” Buffy exclaimed “I can’t sit here Mr.Spike.”

Spike looked at her closely. She was chewing her lip in agitation, here eyes were wild and rapidly heading for that ‘wild’ look she got when highly aroused. He was enjoying her obvious torment so much he almost missed her sudden movement to get down from the machine.

“A-a-ah! No you don’t.” he said. “You stay right where you are young lady. You’ve managed to get into enough mischief for one night. Stay right there while I have another go at your overalls.”

Damn him! He was back to the freakin laundry talk again! Buffy was just about to protest that she’d be a good girl when Spike caught her attention with a new tack.

"Watch what I'm doing sweetheart." He said. "I have a feeling you're going to end up hopeless at domestic stuff when you're older."

The sly dig at her domestic abilities was completely missed by the desperate Slayer. She was far too busy concentrating on NOT grinding herself down on the vibrating machine.

"Watch pet." He repeated, chuckling at the fact that she hadn't yelled at him for casting aspersions on her prowess in all things housework-y. Evidently she was still maintaining her façade. He couldn't help but admire the strength (or should that be stubborness) she was showing.

"See you need to use your thumb to gently work your way through the layers of the stain. Working the water in gently."

Buffy looked down and gulped. Spike was holding the garment with one hand flat under the stain. The thumb of the other hand was rubbing gently but firmly at the worst area of the stain. It was moving in a slow circular motion. Her clit twinged and her opening flooded at the memory of how that thumb felt; that thumb making EXACTLY that motion against her clit. She bit back a groan, just as Spike made it much worse.

"You have to rub firmly but tenderly until the whole area is very very wet. Work it so it starts to come out. Then you have to rub a little harder, faster…."

Buffy whimpered and gave up the fight to keep her nether regions separate from the washing machine. Spike noticed both the sound and the slight rocking motions her hips were now making.

"….really hard and really fast if it needs it." He continued. "Like that, good and hard."

Buffy's hips were increasing in pace as he spoke as if he were directing her. She couldn't take it anymore, she lurched forward to jump off the washing machine. One thought only ran through her mind. Get away from the machine and Spike and into the bathroom so she could take care of this then come back and play her little game again
without distraction.

Spike stopped her before she'd even really moved. Gripping her arms he forced her back to a sitting position on the machine. Buffy absently licked her lips and swallowed, her brain completely clouded with lust. Heat building at the feel of his fingers biting into her skin, from the spin cycle still going beneath her and from the sight of Spike's toned body, arm muscles flexing as he held her in place.

"I told you no!" he said grinning evilly. "You stay there young lady, I won't tell you again." Buffy moaned helplessly as waves of sensation started at her core and
swept through her body. She was no longer capable of worrying about giving the game away. Each wave rushed up her body and back down to her centre, just as another wave started up. They came faster and faster and suddenly she was panting hard. Her hips thrusting against metal and she knew she couldn't stop this one.

Their eyes locked as Buffy began to hit her peak. Spike grinned, an evil glint in his eye.

"You know!" they said in unison. Buffy all but screamed it. Spike said it fairly calmly but with an element of gloat in his voice.

Buffy's orgasm had been destined to be a big one but she had just reached the start of it when Spike pulled her down from the machine and crushed his mouth down upon hers.

The teasing and playing and vying to be the one with the advantage was swept from both their minds as their passion grew with the lengthening kiss. Buffy wasn't sure whether her half orgasm had satisfied or frustrated her.

The kiss grew more and more fervent. Spike forced her dress up over her breasts. His hands went to work on her naked bosom. Buffy rubbed her groin against his leg even as her hands tried to work the buckle of his belt free. They moaned into each others mouths and pressed their bodies together as though they just couldn't get close enough.
Panting, Buffy got the belt undone and as her hands yanked his fly open Spike's hands found her thong. He grasped it hard at both sides ready to pull it clean off of her.

The shrill sound of the phone ringing startled them both.

The sound snapped them both back to their full senses. Panting they each took a step back.

"Guess we should get that." Spike said remembering Giles was planning to repeat the ageing spell with potentially disastrous consequences.

"Erm…..uhuh……ok." Buffy said, trying to shake her head clear of it's lusty haze.
Smoothing her dress down she followed Spike out of the utility room to go answer the phone.

"Eeewww!" she suddenly exclaimed loudly. " We just almost got with the nasty in Giles' house. How gross is that?"

Spike laughed at her outburst. The `eeww' was pure six year old Buffy, and both it and the rest of the exclamation were very reminiscent of her vocal style in her younger days when he had first met her.

Straight face now back on Spike picked up the phone.

"We're ready." Giles said on the other end. "Go and wake her up."

"Actually Watcher, she's awake and …."

"Wonderful!" Giles steamrollered over the rest of Spike's sentence. "Willow are you ready to go right now?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Spike yelled into the phone. "She's ok. She's back to normal. Don't go throwing bloody spells around. You might make her into an old biddy, or worse…" he looked at the wanton sight of Buffy, still flushed and catching her breath and shuddered as he continued "…you might bloody make her go all kiddy again."

Buffy knew how much that would torture Spike after the state they had just gotten into and she chuckled and winked at him.

"What?" Giles said. "Well, w-when did all this happen? I must say it would be nice to at least be kept in the vicinity of the loop."

"Don't get your knickers in a knot Rupert." Spike grinned. "She only just came round to her normal self."

Buffy made a mock shocked face at him for the double entendre.

"Let me speak to her." Giles demanded.

"Hey Giles." Buffy chirped as she took the phone from Spike. "Yup definitely back to good old me."

"Well how did that happen?" Giles said sounding more than a little miffed. He so hated it when it appeared that things weren't working out in the way that his research had told him they should. "I mean was it gradual? Or all of a sudden? Do you think the sleep accelerated it?"

"Hey, I just work here." Buffy shrugged. " I leave all the theorising to brainy types like you and Will."

"Right, yes, erm quite." Giles said. " Well I need to do some tests on you. We'll be right there."

This time it was Buffy staring nonplussed at a now dead receiver. About ten seconds passed before she turned a panicked face to Spike. "Shit!" she said. "They're coming back!"

"What's the big deal Slayer?"

"The big deal is you know damn well that I'm horny as hell and I was just about to fuck your brains out and now Giles is on his way to make me his own personal lab bunny."

"First of all," Spike said. "If there's any brains to shagged out they'll be yours and I'll be the one doing the shagging. Second, you are going to have to work for the privilege after the games you've just been playing.

Buffy was about to counter with her own witty remark but was interrupted by Spike. "So let's sort this place out and get out of here. You owe me Slayer, and I'm anxious to be paid."

Quickly they set about throwing away popsicle sticks and wrappers; washing up ice cream bowls; gathering the stakes Spike had thrown when looking for a change of clothes for her. Finally they were ready to leave.

Spike dumped the wet shirt and overalls into Buffy's training bag and shrugged on his duster. They almost tore the door off its hinges in their haste to get through it. Still bantering, they left the apartment and ran slap bang into Giles, Willow and Dawn.

"Where the hell are you off to?" Giles asked indignantly of the still moving pair.

"Got an idea where those trekkie geeks are." Spike said thinking on his feet. "Could take a while though. Guess we'll see ya when we see ya."

"Well really!" Giles excalimed as they disappeared from sight.

"I meant it Slayer." Spike said grabbing her arm and pulling her along the street. "You are going to pay for winding me up like that you bad girl!"

"Then lets get a move on." Buffy said with a wink.



TBC…… If you guys are still reading after such a long update time

Chapter 12

“So, where to?” Buffy smiled seductively at Spike.

“Not sure yet.” Spike said suppressing his own smile. “Don’t know what you’re grinning about either Slayer. You ARE going to pay for your teasing. When I get started you won’t be quite so pleased with yourself. Won’t be grinning either.”

He stepped round in front of her and closed the gap between them. The proximity greatly exaggerated the height difference and left Buffy feeling (as Spike intended) completely dwarfed.

“Begging, pleading, screaming the place down, maybe. But I guarantee smiling won’t be happening until I’ve had my,” he reached the behind and pinched her ass, startling her, “pound of flesh. And until I’ve driven you just as crazy as you did me.”

Buffy’s tummy flipped over at his almost malicious words and the unmistakeably seductive and sensuous tone in which they were delivered. Her breath hitched when their eyes met, his blue boring into her green.

Before she knew what was happening he’d grabbed her by the elbow and they were heading off at speed. Apparently Mr. Spike knew exactly where they were going now.

“Spike, where the hell are we going?” Buffy huffed in frustration, two minutes later as he continued to pull her along. Spike just continued without breaking stride or giving any kind of answer.

“No way!” she exclaimed when Spike finally stopped. “I know we’ve done it some weird ways and some weird places but this is just……icky!”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself Slayer.” Spike said. “I didn’t bring you here to shag. It happens to be on the way to my crypt and the sight inspired me. Another night at my place seemed kind of samey so I thought I’d have a little fun before we got there.”

Buffy looked at Spike like he was crazy. A minute ago Spike had been as obviously horny as she was; now he wanted to play on the swings in the playground?

She plastered as seductive a look as she could muster onto her face and stepped up close to him as he had done to her moments ago.

“Fun as this looks Mr. Spike.” She said, teasingly using the name she’d given him when she’d thought she was four. “I believe there were some more pressing...” one hand squeezed his crotch, “matters to attend to.”

She moved in closer, her intent to straddle a thigh and rub against him, a reminder of the ‘horsey’ game.

Getting so close was her mistake. Spike pinned her arms to her sides and moved backwards, pulling her with him. When they were almost at the swings he turned her round in his grasp and moved her closer to them.

He released his hold and Buffy watched, puzzled as pushed one up and over the bar. Realisation dawned when he caught it on the other side and put it into a stationary position. Now it was the right height for her to sit on it and have just her toes touching the ground, he could push her without hindrance of her feet dragging.

Buffy really wasn’t in the mood for childish pursuits, her mind was running through a much more X-rated scenario involving the swing. However, she figured if she humoured him, maybe she could get him to join her. All her previous ‘ick’ factor about the location was pushed well aside by the lust engendered by the porn film playing in her head.

Eagerly she moved forward to sit on the seat, preparing to give Spike an eyeful if he stayed where he was, in front of the swing. Spike soon put paid to that plan however, when he stopped her as she prepared to sit, his hands on her upper arms again.

None too gently he moved her right up to the swing still facing it and pushed her down and forward. He kept up the pushing until she was bent over the flat seat of the swing, her lower stomach and hips resting on it and presenting her bottom nicely. Holding her in place Spike spoke before she even had the chance.

“Now, I actually felt quite bad about spanking you when you weren’t quite yourself.” One hand still pressing on her back he flipped up her dress. “But this one, you’ve well and truly earned.”

Buffy was at a loss as to whether her insides or her pussy were slippier right now. Her stomach felt like it was sliding around inside of her as much as her lower lips were sliding against each other in her struggles to get up. She knew exactly what Spike intended to do and she was suddenly all too aware again of where they were.

“Spike!” she protested, disconcerted by the fact that her bottom was actually tingling in anticipation and that her outraged outburst had come out on a small giggle as if she were a nervous schoolgirl. She resolved not to do that again and managed reasonably stern tones when she continued.

“Spike I’m the Slayer! I can’t be seen like this right out in the open! I’ll be striking fear in the heart of no demon if word gets around!”

“Oh Slayer, stop!” Spike chuckled. “Do you honestly think that argument is going to do anything but make me happier about this? Besides, you chose to act like a child after the spell wore off. So, you’ll just have to take my payback like the naughty little girl you pretended to be in order to tease me.”

Wasting no more breath Spike landed his first spank square across both cheeks. Buffy immediately moaned as her lust rose, from the blow and his ignoring of her protests. He kept the first ten or so fairly light, enjoying watching her flesh gently pinken.

Buffy’s legs and arms scrabbled for purchase on the ground that they barely reached as Spike began to increase the intensity and speed of the smacks. It did her no good. She was bent just far enough that her centre of balance was tipped forward and she had nothing to lever herself up on or with.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

She squirmed some more as he alternated cheeks. Whenever a smack landed Buffy felt a corresponding, expectant tingle on the opposite cheek. Not once did Spike appease it always aiming for a different spot on the other side. The tingles from the spanking grew, along with the tingles in areas which expected to be smacked any minute.

When she was squirming and wriggling just how he wanted Spike went in for the kill. Unlike the earlier spanking, his one was geared toward turning the slayer on. Again Spike’s nose did not deceive him but he decided to give her arousal even more of a boost.

Aiming carefully he began to land blows alternately where each cheek met the corresponding thigh. Buffy’s moaning increased exponentially and the slight movement of the swing heightened the sensations as the smacks landed just a little harder.

Abruptly Spike stopped, leaving Buffy hanging limply over the swing, trying to remember how to breathe. She was forcefully reminded how to do it, when Spike’s next movement made her gasp loudly.

Standing square behind her he ever so gently ran the index finger of each hand along the crease of buttocks and thighs. Buffy’s yo-yoing breathing turned to panting as the fingers slid torturously slowly inwards. There could be only one place their journey would end. She squirmed involuntarily at the thought and in a subconscious effort to hurry them along.

“Poor thing.” Spike said. “All red and sore here, in such a sensitive spot. Maybe I should kiss it better.”

“Please…..” Buffy breathed, all rational thought long past.

Ever the gentleman, Spike knelt behind her and with cool tongue and lips traced the path his fingers had just taken. First one side then the next. His mouth lingered momentarily where the two sides met, tongue licking once quickly at the copious fluids gathering there, before he pulled back to savour her reaction.

“Ohhhh! Please, please….” Buffy said wanting to scream but managing only a moan.

“Now, now.” Spike said pulling her up to stand on legs that simply refused to work properly. “I know exactly what you want, but for once I actually agree with something you said. It is a little…” he smirked, “icky to do such things here. A playground is not the place for this kind of thing. Shame on you Buffy Anne Summers!”

Buffy looked at him in puzzled amazement. Her brain wasn’t really functioning on any sort of higher level (or at all come to that), but she was dimly aware that Spike wasn’t going to give her, or indeed himself what they both so badly wanted.

Puzzled look still in place she allowed him to pull her along in his wake once more as he set off with a purposeful stride; explaining as he went what was going to happen next.

“We’re off to my crypt Slayer. I told you I’d make you pay for teasing me and I just might have a toy or two there that will help me see to it. So come on, chop chop, you want to get to the fun don’t you?”


TBC…….Ok so I’m a tease, I know it. What ya gonna do about it?



Chapter 13

The closer they got to Spike’s crypt the harder it became for both of them to control themselves. Buffy was already suffering an acute attack of ‘jelly –knees’ and was flooding her thong in a way she’d never have believed possible had it not been happening to her right now.

The memory of his tongue, just dipping under the elastic of panties as she lay prone over the swing caused twinges in that area every time she thought about it. Her intense state of arousal left her entirely vulnerable each and every time Spike stopped walking and essentially attacked her mouth with his.

Eventually they reached their destination, but even at the threshold Spike couldn’t resist pushing her against the door and kissing the breath out of her. As he pulled away and opened the door he warned (as he had with each kiss) of his intention to well and truly claim revenge.

By now Buffy just wished he would start so she could finally get some release. Sure, she might have to wait for a while (although right now she felt as though she’d come at a look from him) but she’d get it eventually.

She had no idea how right her last thought had been. For all Spike knew he’d take great pleasure in torturing her as she had him, he was also looking forward to just how much Buffy was going to get it from him. And boy did he intend to give it to her!

As soon as the door closed behind them Buffy became like a woman possessed. Her wobbly legs began to obey her brain as did the hands that grabbed him by the lapels of his duster. The hands that began to tear at his clothes as she kissed him like her life depended on it.

For a moment Spike almost fell victim to the sheer sensuality of the woman kissing and undressing him. Only for a moment though. A single movement of her tongue against his reminded him of milky white popsicles, of how she’d teased him and of the task at hand.

When he pulled his mouth away from hers and took a step back Buffy frowned and made to grab his duster again, too far gone to understand why he was stopping things. Knowing only that she wanted Spike inside her and that the bulge he’d had in his pants all night indicated that this was definitely what he wanted too.

Spike caught hold of her forearms when she reached for him and slid his hands to her wrists, goosebumps rising in their wake. Gently he manoeuvred both hands to the small of her back and held them there.

“Someone’s a greedy little girl!” he chided “None of that luv. This is on my terms now. ”

That said he moved in and kissed her again. Heat rose as their tongues danced and teased one another and Buffy struggled to free her hands. She wanted his damn clothes off, wanted to run her hands over his sculpted chest as she took him inside of her over and over again.

Struggle as she might however, she could not liberate herself and her mewls of consternation and the struggling itself aroused them both as well as amusing Spike no end. He’d meant every word he’d said. This was on his terms and he would have payback.

When Buffy finally stopped struggling and melted into the kiss Spike again pulled away.

“Be a good girl luv and take your lumps and maybe I’ll see my way to rewarding you when I’ve had retribution.”

The lust, which was now in control of Buffy’s brain as well as her body, shouted loudly that she should just do as he said so she could get to the pinnacle sooner rather than later.

Dumbly she nodded a silly smile on her face as she followed him down to his, now quite cosy, underground bedroom. Her feet didn’t work properly on the ladder and Spike got down well before her.

As she reached the bottom of the ladder he pressed her against it. Capturing her mouth when she turned her head to look back at him he tweaked at her nipples with one hand. Buffy leaned back against him even as her breasts arched into his touch and moaned loudly into his mouth.

Satisfied that he still had her sufficiently distracted, Spike pulled a blindfold from his back pocket. Breaking the kiss, he allowed her head to turn back round and her body to lean forward against the ladder.

As she leaned forward, panting, Spike swiftly and silently positioned and secured the fold over her eyes.

With an ‘ohh’ Buffy realised what had happened. Her breathing and the heat in her groin instantly ratcheted up a good few notches.

“Spike, I…..I can’t see.” She said, cringing to herself at her obvious statement, but also quite also quite proud that she’d managed actual speech.

“Well, there’s lots of ways of not seeing pet. You’re experiencing the most the most literal one. I experienced another earlier, when what I thought I was seeing was actually very different to what was really in front of me. Now we’re going to find out which is worse – seeing something different or not seeing anything at all.”

His voice took on a sinister note with his final words and he was pleased to see goosebumps rise all over the parts of her body he could currently see.

As was her wont, she surprised him with her next move, coming out fighting again in spite of her arousal. Spinning round to face him her head came up as she looked where she thought he would be.

Her hands rose purposefully to remove the fold, her chin jutting forward in temper. Of course he caught her hands before they ever got near her head. She knew there was no point (aside from her enjoying the ‘over-powered’ feeling) in struggling against his grip. He’d proved that point just moments ago. Instead, she let loose with what was probably one of her most effective weapons. Her mouth.

“Damnit Spike. I thought you said I had you all riled up. I thought you’d come over all ‘alpha-male’. Why bother with these games? Why not just give me what I was asking for all that time I was pretending and teasing. You know you could think of nothing but screwing me senseless.”

Her voice took on a mocking, faux-sympathetic tone as she continued.

“And you were such a good boy about it. Poor baby. Well now you can do it! You had your little spanking fun. Oooh ow! I learned my lesson Mr.Spike. Now why don’t you just give it to me?! Sink right into me and fuck me hard.”

A slow smile spread across Spike’s face. Of course he wanted to do exactly what she’d suggested. However, you do not live as long as Spike without attaining a fairly impressive level of self-control should the situation require it.

She was good - she’d almost had him for a second - but he was better. Little Miss Buffy wasn’t about to get off that easily. In fact she wasn’t ‘getting off’ at all until she’d had a good strong dose of her own medicine.

“’Much fun as that would be Slayer.” He said softly. “I’m far from done with you yet. Now, come with me and I can start having my fun.”

Although her brain was reluctant to capitulate in any movement which aided Spike in ‘having his fun’ her body didn’t listen to it. She allowed herself to be led forward, him walking backwards, still holding on to her lower arms.

They reached the bed and he released her limbs in order to arrange her as he wanted on the bed. Buffy allowed this, her attempt at distraction effectively quashed she was resigning herself to having to wait.

There were some brief rummaging sounds after he had lain her down then Buffy felt the mattress shift under his weight as he joined her.

Suddenly Spike was kissing her neck, one hand caressing her nipples through the sundress, the other rubbing between her legs. Buffy moaned at the sensations he elicited even as her brow furrowed. Something was different, not right, not usual……but what?

It dawned on her that Spike was stroking her through her clothes. Normally he delved straight into her underwear (nine times out of ten ripping it straight out of his way). As his mouth moved to hers she realised it felt like a teenage make-out session on Mom and Dad’s couch, like she was doing something she shouldn’t with the neighbourhood bad boy. It felt great actually.

Kissing back for all she was worth Buffy was about to direct his hand up under her dress and into her panties when a new sound reached her ears. She barely had time to register that it was a buzzing sound before contact was made.

Again on top of her clothes she felt a hard vibrating length pressed against her crotch. An ‘mmmm’ sound was all she could utter at the strange yet pleasant sensation. Her legs opened wider of their own volition and her pelvis slowly ground against the vibrator.

Spike adjusted the angle at which he held the toy against her until he got what he wanted. A breathy ‘ohhh’ and a sharp push downwards of her hips, telling him that he had it in just the right place against her clit.

Smiling he kept the same angle but rolled the vibrator ever so slightly from side to side. It was rolling deliciously back and forth against her clitoris, the sensation heightened as were all her senses, by her enforced blindness.

In no time at all Buffy’s face grew flushed and her breathing became laboured. He’d expected her to reach for the blindfold but she did not. Instead one hand reached gripped the forearm not holding the vibe. The other found its way to the toy and the hand wielding it and gripped hard, holding it firmly in place.

Her breathing came faster and harder, in direct proportion to the almost frantic bucking and twitching of her hips. She was going out of her mind, constantly feeling that she was almostthere………just a little more pressure…….gripping Spikes hand harder.

He watched her carefully. When he saw the flush creeping up her chest and throat, heading behind her ears and she began to throw her head back he knew she really was just on the edge of orgasm. At that exact moment he yanked his hand and the vibrator free of her grasp.

Grinning he watched her brow crinkle as she wailed.

“Noooo!”

Her hips still undulated as her breathing eventually slowed and an almighty pout took root on her lips. Her sense gathered quicker then she would have thought. Spike’s words about her pleading and screaming the place down echoed in hr head, taunting her as much as the low chuckle currently emanating from the vampire beside her.

Well, she wasn’t going to play his games so easily. ‘Who are you trying to kid?’ piped up a small voice in her head, ‘ you’ll die if he does that again.’ Buffy told the voice firmly to shut up. Calling up reserves of strength from god only knew where, she pushed one side of the blindfold up to give Spike a solo eyeballing.

“Meanie!” she pouted.

Spike grinned. Buffy had always been his equal in the battlefield and the bed and much as he had told her otherwise at time, he loved her for it. She never failed to rise to a challenge. However, after what she had put him through tonight he was determined she would not win this little game.

“Now that’s no way to speak to your elder’s young lady.” He laughed, shaking the vibrator at her as you would a remonstrative finger.

Buffy couldn’t help but giggle at the incongruity of his words and the image he presented. She gave him a one-eyed eye roll before settling the fold back in place. Crossing her arms under her breasts she smiled and issued a challenge she knew she might well come to regret.

“I’m not scared of you, you old meanie. That the best you’ve got? I thought I was supposed to be paying here.”

“You are writing cheques your butt can’t cash!” Spike said, highly amused in spite of himself at the playfulness she was displaying.

“Oooh scary.” Buffy taunted. “What ya gonna do? Spank me again? Doesn’t seem to have had much effect so far, does it?”

“Well, that’s a blatant untruth,” Spike said as he slowly slid her dress up over her hips, “and we’ll get to that later. But much as I love smacking your bum and making you squeal, it’s not quite,” he switched the vibrator back on, “what I had in mind.”

Any response Buffy may have been about to make was erased from her brain as he deftly positioned the vibrator again; this time with only her thong panties between it and her most sensitive areas.

The vibrations were conducted much more effectively along the material of her underwear this time. It took only seconds for Buffy to be plunged back into the agitated state she’d so recently pulled herself out of. She moaned and writhed as Spike began his torturous ‘rolling back and forth’ movement.

A small whimper escaped her lips, elicited when she ground against the toy and her thong sent the vibration right down over her mound and between her ass cheeks.

Spike grinned at the sound.

“Not so bloody cocky now are we?” he said smugly.

Buffy couldn’t have retorted even if she had been able to hear him over the sound of her own harsh panting and the blood pounding in her ears. Her hands moved to resume their former position on each of his arms.

“No, no, no.” Spike chided. “Not this time.”


That said, he proceeded to remove the vibrator and place Buffy’s arms firmly up by her ears. Before she could move or protest at all Spike had returned to his task and she was moaning immediately.

As she got closer to release her hands lifted of their own accord evidently on their way to holding Spike and his toy in place long enough this time for her to get to her peak. However the second they did Spike pulled his hands away leaving Buffy writhing and randomly thrusting her hips.

“Lie still and do as you’re told like a good girl.” Spike said. “Or you don’t get what you want.”

A strangled groan of frustration flew from her as she slammed her hands back down onto the pillow.

“Good girl.” Spike said

“Gonna….get…… you…… for thiissss!!” Buffy gritted then wailed out, making Spike grin all the more.

“Uhuh.” Spike said.

He moved the hand holding the vibrator down when he sensed she was very close again. Slowly he turned up the intensity of the vibrator as he pushed at her entrance through the thong.

Buffy gasped at the dual strange sensations of the vibrator and the material rubbing against the very edge of her opening. The thumb of Spike’s other hand crept beneath the elastic of her panties and rubbed lazily at her clit as it had when he was teasing her with washing her overalls.

Buffy’s resolve crumbled as Spike took her so damn close then again removed both vibrator and hand.

“Please….please…ok I’m sorry I teased you…..please no more!”

“Ok so now you’ve admitted it was wrong to be such a little tease. I think we really should give you a little more of your own medicine to teach you a lesson don’t you.”

“Noooo!” she wailed for the second time tonight.

“Yes.” Spike grinned, this time slowly pulling her underwear down and off.

Buffy almost breathed a sigh of relief but it was short-lived when Spike’s next move was not at all what she expected. Instead of moving back between her legs she felt the bed shift on one side of her head then the other too.

Spike was straddling her upper body he groaned himself as he freed his painfully hard cock. With a trademark evil grin he turned the vibrator all the way up and returned it to hover just at her entrance. His other hand came back and positioned his cock at her lips brushing over them to convey exactly what he wanted from her.

After a moment of lust-filled confusion her lips parted and she took his cock into her mouth. Her hands came up and pumped at his shaft as she began to suck in earnest.

“That’s right.” He said through gritted teeth. “You know you’re going to have to earn it. And I know you know what you’re doing after your little performance with the lollipop.”

Buffy did not answer verbally, her answer came in the form of her sucking and pumping becoming even more voracious. Spike rewarded her by pushing just the vibrating tip of the toy into her vagina. Her hips shifted trying their hardest to pull the vibe further inside, but despite the wonderful sensations being wrought in his nether regions, Spike stayed in control and didn’t allow it.

She moaned around his length as he continued to tease her with the vibe. His mouth came down to suckle steadily at her extremely swollen clit. As he’d planned the sensation wasn’t as intense for her as it would normally be when he was doing this. Compared to the intense sensation of the vibe on that area his tongue wasn’t anywhere near as extreme. This would ensure that even with what he planned to do with her in the next moments she would have dropped back from the edge a little.

As he suckled harder Buffy moaned anew and her strokes became long and firm on his dick. Spike couldn’t believe how well his plan was working as he continued to circle her opening with the vibe just inside.

Without warning he thrust the toy inside her wanting wet pussy. Angling the bottom end of it down towards her ass he pushed the vibrating tip to her g-spot.

Buffy would have thrashed her head wildly had her mouth not been otherwise occupied just now. Again she settled for sucking more and more fervently.

“Good girl.” Spike forced out. “You want it don’t you? Oh god yeah you want it. That’s it…….suck it.”

His exhortations spurred her on, as did the sensation of the vibrator buzzing powerfully against her most sensitive internal place. The part that was outside of her was angled steeply against the area between her vagina and her anus; a new sensation for her that was slowly driving her insane.

Suddenly Spike’s ministrations on her clit seemed to break through the barrier that had been dulling them in comparison to the vibe. She began to gasp as she continued to pleasure him.

Spike gave up all pretence of control, now slamming the vibrator in and out and all but biting on her clit. The fever was infectious as Buffy rose to still greater efforts. Spike panted hard into her overflowing pussy, veins bulging in his neck, his face flushing as he felt the rush start in his balls.

He actually grinned as he spewed his cum into her mouth with a huge groan. He knew he’d left her unsatisfied even as he revelled in his own release. If Buffy expected him to resume his ministrations once he had come down a little she was sadly mistaken.

Grinning even more heartily (and evilly) he slid the vibrator out of her and patting her trembling thigh moved off her and the bed.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Buffy exclaimed immediately and involuntarily. “Revenge is revenge but you are seriously reducing your life expectancy if you think this is ending like THAT!”

Spike replied by placing his hand over her extremely over-heated pussy, and saying.

“Oh no sweetheart. If you think you’re getting off that easily you are very very mistaken!”

TBC……….. Just one more part to come hehe (god I just can’t help the double entendres!)






Chapter 14

“I’m not getting off that easily?” Buffy questioned incredulously.

With a movement like lightning Spike found himself grabbed by the arm, as Buffy stood up and threw him over her shoulder, on to the bed, simultaneously. She didn’t know herself how she’d managed to channel her desperation into grabbing him, but she figured her inner primal slayer had finally had enough of the teasing.

“I think you’ll find, Mr. Spike, that you are the one who is not getting off easily. You’ve had your fun, now I’m damn well gonna have mine.”

Again she surprised herself with her own speed as she ripped her dress over her head and used it to secure Spikes hands, crossed over his head, to his headboard.

“Now I got you where I want you.” She grinned evilly. “Gee us kids can be such a handful can’t we Mr. Spike?” she said employing her best ‘innocent’ face and voice. As she spoke she cupped her breasts in her hands slowly circling her hard nipples with her thumbs.

The sight of her playing with her breasts so flagrantly, all the while looking like she had no idea what effect she was having on him, was more than enough to get Spike incredibly hard again.

“Is that a lollipop for me?” She questioned, bending down to suck very briefly at the tip of his cock. Pulling her head away she gave his penis a bored look. “I’m not really hungry any more.”

Spike growled.

“Now, now.” She chided. “Be a good boy, and you might get a treat. But you know what I really want to do right now?”

Spike closed his eyes and hissed air out through clenched teeth as she moved closer.

“I wanna play horsey again.” Buffy said with a wicked grin. “Can I ride you horsey?”

Without waiting for a reply Buffy positioned herself, straddling one of Spike’s legs and instantly began rubbing her sodden pussy against his thigh. As she ground against him over and over again she moved further and further up his leg.

Positioning herself slightly to the side she rubbed herself against his hip as her hand came down to stroke his cock in long firm strokes. Her grinding became faster and harder as did her hand as she leaned in and put her mouth to his ear.

She nipped at it lightly before whispering breathily.

“Gee-up horsey. C’mon, giddy up.”

“Fuck!” Spike yelled as she pumped him just that little bit harder.

“Ohhh I see something else I can ride on.” She exclaimed as if the thought had only just occurred to her. “Do you think it’s big enough?”

As she asked the last question she moved again to straddle him fully. Keeping her hold on his cock she held it between her legs. Panting she began to slide his length up and down the outside of her pussy.

Spike was struggling with his bonds but her slayer strength had allowed her to ensure that they were tied VERY tightly.

Buffy knew she was close. After all he had left her wanting. She quickly decided that too much teasing would be counter productive. She fully intended to get all the pleasure she could before he could even get close.

Without breaking the undulating rhythm she had started she lifted herself off him and positioning his cock, she sank down until it filled her to her core. A loud groan emanated from her as his girth stretched her passage.

Her inner muscles instinctively clamped around him as if desperate to hang on to the prize they’d ached for almost all night. Buffy grunted as she lifted herself, still gripping internally as she rose.

Spike couldn’t believe how tight she felt. Unintelligible groans and curses spilled from his lips when she began moving up and down on him. Grunts overtook the other noises as Buffy began thrusting herself up and down rapidly.

Spike cracked his eyes open and almost came from the sight of Buffy impaling herself hard and fast on his cock. Even more enticing to him was the fact that one of her hands was pinching her own nipples and the other was moving with astounding speed over her clit.

He watched in fascination as Buffy threw her head back and jerked her hips up and down. Her breathing was rapid and rasping as she grunted with the effort of fucking him so hard and fast.

“Ohh….oohhh……fuck……fuck………FUCK!!!!!!!!!” Buffy screamed as the orgasm rose fast and crashed over her.

Her teeth were welded together and her nostrils flared as she continued to ride him and rasp at her clit, determined to make this feeling last. Her pussy spasmed around his cock as she drove herself harder.

There it was, that’s what she had searched for. Another wave, bigger probably than the first, swamped her and Buffy lost the ability to hold herself upright. Collapsing forward onto Spike’s chest her hips moved of their own volition in a slow thrusting on his member as she rode out the last vestiges of her release.

As she slowed to a stop, her full weight slumped over Spike, legs and pussy giving involuntary twitches, Spike tried to spur her on to keep going until he could join her in her euphoric state.

He moved his hips as best he could, vainly attempting to get a decent thrusting motion and rhythm established.

“Come on Buffy!” he protested. “Finish me off too.”

Buffy raised droopy lids to look at him.

“Yeah right Spike. You seriously think I’m gonna do that after what you just did to me?”

“Fair’s fair, pet.” Spike argued. “You did more than your fair share of teasing me too. We’re even. C’mon, untie me so I can shag the sexy little arse off of you?”

Buffy giggled in the face of his most winning smile, and moved off his cock and his body to lie at his side facing him.

“Not a chance Mister. While that was great, maybe at a push I might even say really great, I’m still horny as hell so I think you just might have to stay there until I’ve had my fill.”

“You’ll get your bloody fill, alright when I get out of this!” He warned. “Gonna fill you up with my dick and my cum and keep fucking you hard even when you’re so full it’s running out of you!”

As drenched in their combined secretions as it already was Buffy felt her pussy grow even wetter. Her clit twinged and her stomach clenched at his words. Sometimes she wondered if he could make her cum just by whispering naughty plans of what he wanted to do to her in her ear.

“I think you’re inviting me to take another ride on your dick.” Buffy said. “I should warn you though, I think I could have gone longer there. I’m very close. It won’t take much, so I’m thinking I’m gonna be past the winning line and having a celebratory beer before you even have a chance to cum close to…..well, y’know…. cumming.”

Spike growled and tugged again at the dress that bound his hands. Soon his whole body was struggling as Buffy moved over him again, intent on furthering the erotic pleasure that she’d already had.

Every time Buffy made a grab for, or got a tenuous hold on his cock, Spike violently thrashed his hips from side to side. He was both trying to avoid her managing to sink onto his cock and to unseat her from her position straddling his thighs.

After a couple of minutes of this, Buffy decided on a new tack. Climbing off him she moved back to her position at his side. However, this time she flopped over onto her side so that her back was to him.

“Well if you don’t want to play…….” She said with just a hint of ‘huff’ to her voice which melted into a sultry, needy tone. “I guess I’ll just have to take care of……things……ungh, myself.”

Spike groaned as Buffy wriggled her butt up against his cock and her hands disappeared in front of her. He had absolutely no doubts about what she was doing. Had he needed his suspicions confirmed he wouldn’t have had to wait long.

Almost immediately Buffy started to moan, the hands he couldn’t see moving between her thighs. Spike was still on his side, facing her back. She purposefully rubbed her ass against his cock as she moved against her hands.

She let out little groans as she humped her own hands, making sure to rub plenty at his cock. The feel of her ass against him and the noises she was making were driving Spike slowly insane. Taking a deep breath Spike decided he had to do what he had to do.

Spike vamped out and with the impetus and burst of energy this gave him he ripped her dress to shreds as he tore his limbs free. One hand grabbed her by the waist as his other positioned his cock at her entrance.

The shock of his sudden manoeuvre stopped Buffy’s hands in their tracks, by instinct she grabbed at the hand around her middle, trying to free herself. This left other areas of her body completely open to Spike and he wasted no time at all. With a half-grunt of effort, half-groan of ecstasy Spike thrust up into her from behind.

Buffy grunted herself as she was assaulted by the, both considerable, length and girth of Spike’s dick. She could feel every inch of the hard muscle that was imbedded in her. His width filled her completely and the top of his cock prodded further up inside her than it ever had.

Spike grabbed Buffy’s hair pulling her head back and exposing her throat as he began to thrust torturously slowly in and out of her.

Buffy moaned loudly as he tugged on her hair and brought his mouth to her throat. Her Slayer instincts were ringing LOUD alarm bells as the vampire suckled at her neck. They were quickly silenced, however, by the sensations his hard dick was eliciting.

She fully expected to feel his fangs sink into her neck any second and was surprised when he contented himself with kissing, albeit roughly, at her throat. The kissing and the slow thrusting were driving Buffy wild. She turned her head as much as she could over her shoulder trying to look at him.

“Spike…..” she half-growled, half-gasped.

“Something to say Slayer?” Spike asked pulling on her hair so that she was more or less looking at him, and leaning over slightly to make eye contact. As their eyes locked Buffy panted out a request, or more accurately a demand.

“Fuck……me…..hard!”

With a growl Spike set about doing exactly that. The hand he had around her middle snaked down to her clit, the other tightening it’s grip on her hair considerably, as he hammered his cock up into her.

Little whimpers and groans escaped her with every slamming thrust he gave her. Buffy wouldn’t have believed she could be so close to cumming again so soon after not one but two wonderful releases; but damn close she was.

“Ohhh fuck……so…fucking…..good!” She panted out.

“You like that don’t you?” Spike growled in her ear. “You asked for it hard, now you’re getting it and you love it don’t you?”

Buffy spiralled ever closer to another screaming orgasm, assaulted by three sets of sensations. His deep gravely voice saying quite clichéd yet still intensely arousing things; his dick hammering up so far inside her that it was deliciously close to the point of pain; his body smacking against her bottom, emphasising each thrust.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Spike growled. “Take it Slayer. Take it Buffy.”

The pair grunted and groaned as their fucking became ever more aggressive. Buffy’s pinnacle came screaming through her the second Spike sunk his fangs into her neck. Her womb and whole pussy contracted over and over again as wave after wave smashed through her.

Spike followed barely five seconds after her, drawing deeply on her potent slayer’s blood. He jacknifed spasmodically into her as he spurted his release, only removing his fangs when his lust was finally sated.

His face returned to it’s human form as he leaned his forehead against the back of Buffy’s head. His arm went back around her middle and he held her pressed close to him as they both allowed their breathing to return to normal.

“Mmm, that was quite nice.” Buffy murmured.

Spike pulled back away from and out of her. He looked at her in disbelief as she rolled onto her back. The corners of her mouth twitched ever so slightly as she suppressed the urge to laugh at his expression.

“Quite nice?” Spike thundered. “That was bleedin well fantastic! Ill give you bloody nice!”

Buffy giggled and rolled out of the way as Spike pounced intending to pin her to the bed. He managed to grab one arm and a full-on wrestling match ensued.

“Take it back and tell it like it really was Slayer!” Spike warned as he seemed to be gaining the upper hand.

“Ok, ok.” Buffy laughingly conceded. “I was just teasing and I swear I’m done with the teasing now. I think we both had more than enough for one day. It was amazing Spike, and we both know it.”

Despite her concession Spike continued to wrestle with her and eventually he had her pinned down with her hands by her ears.

“Hey!” Buffy protested with a pretend pout. “I already said I was done and that it was fantastic. Let me go!”

“You know what you have to say.” Spike replied with a low chuckle as he moved in to nuzzle and kiss the sensitive area just below and a little behind her ear.

His actions elicited a small shriek/moan as Buffy tried to ignore the distraction and remember what he wanted her to say. She racked her brain for what it was that he’d demanded instead of ‘uncle’ earlier.

“You’re the king of the castle and I’m a dirty rascal!” She blurted out, and immediately wondered why she had said it. She didn’t actually want Spike to stop what he was doing at all.

“Glad you remembered.” Spike chuckled, releasing her hands but continuing to nuzzle at her. “Means you also remember how well I took care of you when you came over all kiddy. How worried I was when I thought you had gone walkabout. I think you owe me for all of that actually.”

“Yeah, Spike.” Buffy scoffed. “Nice try. Like you didn’t love it. Especially putting me over your knee and teaching me a lesson about running off. Pervert!”

“Wouldn’t throw stones if I were you pet.” Spike said mirroring the words he’d said the morning after their first ever romp. “If I remember rightly you weren’t entirely unhappy with that turn of events once you were yourself again either.”

“Ok.” Buffy grudgingly conceded. “Maybe I do owe you a slight favour.”

That said, she rolled them both over so that Spike was beneath her. As she slid down his body she looked up and locked her eyes onto his intense, and increasingly lust-filled blue gaze.

“I’ve got an idea Mr.Spike.” she informed him, pausing to tug at one of her pigtails which had gone a little awry. “I think if I suck on your lollipop enough I can make it give me ice-cream. Wanna try it out?”

Spike’s reply was the only one he was capable of as the Slayer sunk her mouth down onto his member; he groaned in sheer bliss.

THE END