It's Not Enough

By:  Morrigan


A/N:  This chapter is an early birthday prezzie for Blacknblue2, who requested a story in which Buffy gets spanked, doesn't have an angsty or hateful ending.  So, here it is!  If this kind of thing bugs ya, I apologize, in advance...  But, frankly, if Spike wanted to spank me, I wouldn't compain a bit.  In fact, I think my response would be more like, "Thank you, Master...  May I have another?"  *giggle*  Hope you all enjoy!


Disclaimer:  All characters are property of Joss Whedon and ME.  No copyright infringement is intended.  Please don't sue me, cause I don't have enough money as it is... But, you can spank me, if you wanna.  *snort*




"Spike!   What are you doing!?  Stop it!"

Buffy was at a complete loss as to how she got into this embarrassing
predicament.  Thrown haphazardly and held forcefully over her vampire's lap with her pants down, she felt her face turning as red as the handprint on her upraised backside, which stung smartly from the blow it had been dealt.

"Giving you something you desperately need," Spike answered, followed by a loud crack, as he brought his hand back down across her vulnerable flesh.

He continued to rain blows upon said flesh, ignoring Buffy's little cries of pain and humiliation, while he gave her a long overdue piece of his mind.

"I warned you, Pet, but you never listen..."

*Smack!*

"You just do as you please, consequences be damned..."

*Whack!*

"Like the spoiled, insolent, little child, you are!.."

*Crack!*

"Too busy prancin' about, thinkin' you're so smart, with that little nose of yours turned too high to notice that you're 'bout to get us killed..."

*Slap - Smack!*

"An when things don't go your way, you just take matters into your own hands, takin' liberties that you were forbidden to, in order to suit your fancy!  I think it's only fair I get to take a few matters into mine."

Buffy, who had been biting her lower lip in an attempt to hold back her cries during Spikes assault, held her breath in nervous anticipation of the next blow, releasing it slowly, after several seconds, when none came.

She knew that, given Spike's weakened state, she should have been able to get away.  But, the speed in which this turn of events came into play, combined with the shock of what he was doing had left her stunned.  And now, spanked and chastised like an ill behaved child, she found herself too mortified to even raise her head.

Buffy's bottom stung and burned as if it were on fire, causing her to shift uncomfortably against her will, only to tense again when Spike lay his hand on her bare skin.  An audible sigh of relief escaped past her lips before she could stop it as his cool hands roamed gently over her heated flesh, soothing the burning welts he had created.  Her eyes grew wide, however, at the other reaction her body was having to his touch, which was quickly sparking
another fire within her, to take its place.

"But then," Spike continued, from above her, "You are goin' to be a good girl for me, now, aren't you?"

Buffy squeezed her eyes tight and tried to think of slimy chaos demons, Dawn's smelly gym socks, and anything else she found repulsive...  Anything to block out Spike's lullingly seductive voice, in a vain attempt to silence the
unwanted cries of need that it was stirring within her, despite such belittling circumstances.

"Wouldn't want to have to punish you anymore, now would we?"  Spike
continued, pausing to admire his handiwork, the way his fingers left faint white trails behind them as they traveled over the firm, rosy globes.  Sighing, he amended,  "Well, I wouldn't mind so much, actually.  The color suits you."

'Oh, why can't he just shut up!' Buffy wondered.  The ache between her legs was becoming unbearable.  Unable to help herself, she began to fidget, scissoring her thighs slightly, in an effort to relieve some of the pressure.

The smell of Buffy's arousal washed over Spike's senses as she began to squirm over his lap, causing his own excitement to grow in response.

"Like a firm, ripe, peach you are," he purred, squeezing one reddened cheek, before dragging his nails lightly down to her thighs.  Hooking his fingers in the waistband of Buffy's pj's, he began to slowly tug them down her legs.

"Spike," Buffy snapped, "quit it!"  Finally regaining the use of her limbs, she pushed up with her hands, twisting to look up into Spike's eyes, while reaching to pull her pants back up, only to be shoved back down by her shoulder and held firmly, once more.

"Ah-uh-uh, Slayer," he scolded, teasingly, shedding her of her pj's and panties with a final tug and tossing them out of reach.  "Hush now, an' be a good girl.  Give in to it.  You know you want to."

Indignant fury rose up within Buffy at Spike's cocky words, momentarily overriding her excitement.  Attempting to twist around, once more, she spat, "How dare you assume to tell me what I do or do not - Oooh!"

Buffy's body fell limp over Spike's lap as his fingers slipped into her cleft, sliding past her sodden center, to trace slow and torturous circles over and around her already aching bundle of nerves.

"Guh...   Spike, what are you doing to me?" Her husky, lust filled voice floated up to him, causing his hardened member to twitch in response from within the confines of his jeans.

"Already tol' you, Pet," he answered.  "Givin' you what you need."

He watched as Buffy arched like a cat, her toes pushing from the floor, raising her delectable ass up over his lap to allow his hands better access.  The sight was enough to leave him hard-put not to say, "sod it all," and throw her over the bed and pound her into the mattress, then and there.  He resisted the urge, however, telling himself that it wasn't time...  Yet.

Spike wanted her...   Not only her body, but all that she was.  He was hers.  Had been since before the claim.  But he knew he could never be satisfied with that, not now that he was bound to her.  Always wondering - waiting for the day she walked out the door and into the arms of someone else.

No.   He could never bear that. He was determined that by the time he was done with her, she would be ruined for anyone else.  Blinded to the charms of any man but himself.  He wanted her to be his.  And tonight, she was going to want it as badly as he did.  And he wasn't going to ask her.  He was going to make her tell him.

He was going to make her scream.

"That's it, kitten," he purred, seductively.  "Spike's gonna take real good care of you."

All of Buffy's senses seemed to focus solely on the heat that was steadily building between her legs as Spike's fingers deftly worked over her swollen nubbin.  He rolled it between his fingers, alternating pressure and pace, causing her to forget herself entirely, her eyes falling closed as she surrendered herself to the pleasurable sensations that rolled through her.

Her orgasm took her by surprise, cresting and sending her over the edge in quick, pulsing waves of pleasure which sent her soaring with thier intensity.

When she had floated back down into herself, she realized that she was no longer over Spike's lap, finding instead that she was lying, completely nude on her bed, with no recollection of how she got there.  It was as if time had jumped ahead by minutes.  Before Buffy could question this, however, her attention was steered to a new sensation between her thighs, her voice catching in her throat as Spike's tongue found its way between her moist folds.

She reached down, one hand tangling in his platinum hair, holding him to her and moaning softly as she writhed in ecstasy.  Her moans turned to whimpers of protest when he paused in his attentions and pushed her hand away, sliding it up her torso to rest over one pert, neglected breast.

"Want you," she pouted, tracing her nails across her taut nipple, shivering under the little electric sparks the action caused which made it grow harder, still.

"Already got me," Spike replied, sheathing two fingers inside of her scissoring them as he curled them slowly, in and out of her slick passage.  "T's my turn now, Luv.  Gonna show you..."

"Show me... what?"   Buffy asked, her voice heavy with lust, but her question fell away, with a gasp.  Using his other hand, Spike spread her nether lips wide, exposing her overly sensitized clit and sucking on it, hungrily.

Buffy's moans were soon joined by Spike's, the vibrations causing her to writhe wantonly on the bed, in response.  She turned her head to the side, breathing heavily and making little appreciative whimpers which were rewarded by more shudder inducing sounds from the vampire nestled between her legs.

Opening her heavy lidded eyes, Buffy gazed across the room into the mirror on her dresser.  The reflection which greeted her was unlike anything she would have expected.

She lay wild and glistening on the bed, her hair spread out behind her like a golden fan, her fingers tweaking her hardened nipples with shameless abandon.  Her gaze traveled downward and she lost her breath, awestruck at the erotic scene that was playing out before her eyes...

She could see him!

Her gaze traveled from his platinum hair, and down his body, taking in the sight of the breathtaking creature who was kneeling between her thighs.

Smooth alabaster skin flowed over muscles which rippled in the moonlight with each movement.  She became transfixed, watching his hand which was wrapped around his large and straining erection, pumping it slowly up and down in sensuous rhythm with her own gyrating hips.

"Spike," Buffy's voice came out in a choked, reverent whisper and her body began to quiver as her second orgasm washed over and through her body.

It felt like waves, starting both at her head and her toes, rolling steadily to crash together at her center.  The walls of her sex clenched repeatedly around his fingers which had found their way inside her molten heat once more, curling and thrusting against the spongy bundle of nerves and drawing out her pleasure until she clutched at the sheets, her mouth opening in a silent scream of orgasmic bliss.

"Oh...   Oh my God!"   Buffy breathed, Her mind reeling, her body still shaking from the aftermath of what she had seen and experienced. "How... What did you?  Oh, God!"

Spike was moving now, prowling over her body like a jungle cat, his smoky eyes intense with need and intent.  He braced himself over her, staring into her green eyes.

He kissed her then.  Kissed her in a way that spoke of such love, wanting and worshipful adoration.  A kiss which tasted of hope and promise, rising through pain, sadness and a lifetime of loneliness.

Buffy found herself wondering how she could have missed how much Spike
could express in something as simple as a kiss.  But deep down she knew.

She hadn't wanted to see.  It had been easier for her to think of him as a thing.  A tool who's only purpose was to serve her own needs.  To make her feel.  She had used him.  Beaten him down, laughed in the face of his affections and called him a monster.

Yet, Spike had borne it all, waiting in the shadows for her to see him, in the name of a love which she had so vehemently denied.

Buffy was pulled from her ruminations and back to the waking world, as Spike leaned back from her embrace.  Taking her by the hand, he led her to a kneeling position, facing the mirror.  Sliding behind her, he gazed into her reflected eyes as his pale, moonlit hands roamed freely over her golden, glistening form.

"Look at us," he whispered seductively, "I'm yours, Luv, body and soul."  He chuckled softly, nipping at the skin between her neck and shoulder while rolling one of her nipples between his fingers and giving it a little tug.

"But, you already knew that," he amended.  "T's not what I needed you to see."

Although she continued to gaze upon their reflection, Buffy let her head fall back against Spike's shoulder, equally mesmerized by the rumbling of his voice as he spoke.

"Do you see what I see?"  He asked her.  His other hand slid down her torso to brush lightly over her curls, grinning wickedly, as she shivered and arched against him in response.  "What your body tells me, while your words say different?  It calls for me, Luv.  It tells me we belong together..."

Buffy felt herself become wet all over again as his fingers began to massage her clit.  She could feel the swollen head of his cock pressing firmly against her tight entrance, and she whimpered, swiveling her hips invitingly, while pressing herself more firmly against him in an attempt to impale herself upon him.

"It tells me you're mine," Spike finished, pressing back against her, hissing as he slowly sheathed himself within her heat, feeling her walls stretch and tighten around his shaft.

'It has to be a sin to feel like this,' Buffy thought to herself.  She was certain that she was going to die right here and now and go straight to hell.  She was completely filled by him, stretched to the limit, and sore in all the right ways, as she arched and bounced on his cock.  His fingers continued to stroke her swollen clit, the pace building to a furious speed that was quickly driving her to the edge

"Say it," Spike growled into her ear, as her walls began to flutter around him, his forceful request sounding almost like a plea, despite his commanding tone.

"I want to hear you say it, Buffy.  Tell me that you're mine!"

"I am, Spike," she answered him, her voice hoarse, and thick with her desire.  "Yours."

At the moment of her proclamation, Spike's true face slid over his features and his fangs pierced the flesh of her neck with a victorious snarl, causing her to cry out as the first wave of her orgasm slammed into her with dizzying force, followed by several others which built one over the other with mind numbing intensity, triggering Spike's own release as she gripped and clenched helplessly around him.

For the second time tonight, Buffy could not have said exactly how she found herself where she was.  Curled up under the covers, wrapped securely within the circle of Spike's arms, comforted by the rumbling purring of a sated and completely content vampire.  But, here she was.

"Love you, Buffy," he said, nuzzling over his mark before resting his head again upon the pillow behind her.

Long moments passed and Buffy wondered if he had fallen asleep.  Snuggling her back more firmly against his body, which was still warm from her borrowed heat, she kissed his forearm and whispered quietly, "Spike?"

"Hmm?"  Came his sleepy response.

"I Love you, too."

The sudden silence was deafening.  Spike didn't even breathe.  She closed her eyes and chewed her lip nervously while she waited for his response.

After a few beats, she felt him resume his reflexive breathing, and the low purring followed shortly thereafter.  Spike's arms tightened around her briefly, in an affectionate hug.

She didn't really know what kind of reaction she had been expecting, but she was surprised, to put it mildly, that he hadn't said a word.  Spike *always* had something to say!  But, she settled back down to rest, secure in the fact that she had spoken the truth, and hopeful that he could feel her
sincerity.

As she drifted off to sleep, Spike leaned over and tucked a stray lock of her hair back over her ear and gazed down at her lovingly.  Kissing her
on her cheek, he blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall from his eyes as he whispered, softly, "Thank you."