A/N: Thanks to BloodyTearsOfLife. She has been so patient despite my misgivings!

A kind reviewer (Verda) pointed out how Spike has little devotion to Drusilla. Apologies for failing to explain the background: in this fic, Dru has become more crazy than usual, and is basically a child in most respects. Spike still cares for her, but she is no longer the woman he was passionately in love with. I hope that helps understand why Spike does not feel so guilty over his feelings for Buffy.

Please be aware that this chapter contains sexual scenes which Buffy at first does not want to participate in. There is no actual sex.

Thank you for reading and for all your kind messages especially Tamara, Smlcspike, DreamsOfSpike, Verda, Vladt, Cassi can see and CordyKitten!


The door slammed open, wood breaking with a snap, leaving it hanging on a pitiful hinge. Spike stormed through, kicking the rubble violently as he picked Buffy up with a bruising grip and threw her against the wall.

“What the fuck was that Slayer?” he yelled, slapping her when she failed to answer.

Buffy’s head whipped to the side, hitting the wardrobe with a resounding thud. She whimpered at the shooting pain as her recently healed wound re-opened, blood seeping out.

Spike growled, smelling the potent blood and grimaced, relaxing his grip against the small girl, before finally letting go. Buffy’s vision swam as she grappled for something to hold her up. The warrior had now been damaged, and was struggling, angry at being weakened by the vampire in front of her.

Spike took a step back, his eyes narrowed as he watched Buffy attempt to stay upright. He took a deep, unnecessary breath as he saw she was obviously hurt.

“I’ll ask you again. What was that?” he asked quietly, his tone hard and unyielding.

Buffy lifted her pounding head at him, furious at the tears that trailed down her face.

Don’t let the bastard see you cry, Summers.

“I. Don’t. Know,” she answered, emphasizing her anger at the violence Spike had inflicted on her.

Spike growled.

“Less of that tone, little girl. Don’t want me to remind you who the master is. You’re just my little plaything, pet.”

Buffy gave a little hysterical laugh, her frazzled nerves lending her false bravado.

“Ha! You’re the master of nothing Spike,” she spat, “You hold no power over me.”

Spike stepped forward, shifting into deep furrows and fangs as his own fury grew at Buffy’s defiance. He growled again, determined to teach his new captive a lesson, one that would clearly define his status as the Big Bad, her Master, and that she would do best to follow his orders and whims if she wanted to live.

He began to circle Buffy, slow measured steps as he predatorily watched her from his hooded gaze. Anxiously, Buffy inched away, her broken body desperately trying to heal itself before Spike launched his attack.

But it was too little, too late.

He swung his hand to meet her stomach, causing Buffy to sink to her knees at the painful blow. She dodged his flying kick to her head, and swung her fist into his chest, making him yell in anger at the continuing protest that Buffy posed to his authority.

With a roar, he flew at Buffy’s broken body, raining hard punches and jabs, meeting tender flesh with frightening accuracy.

Moaning, Buffy finally gave up trying to land blows of her own and simply deflected what she could, throwing up her arms and elbows to meet Spike’s powerful arms.

He’s too strong.

The realization shook her hard.

She would once again have to concede that Spike was better than her. Mentally shattered, Buffy’s defences began to weaken until her feeble blocks caused Spike more amusement than harm.

She slumped down to the floor, grimacing when she felt a shadow fall over her. Sighing, she lifted her bruised face to squint at the feral, golden eyes that bore down menacingly at her.

“Understood yet, luv? Tell me who’s your master and I’ll stop.”

Buffy choked with indignation at this retort, her mind screaming to hit him right in his smug face, but she knew this was one battle she could not win.

“Fine,” she muttered petulantly, as she forced her body to sit up, despite the aches and pains. “You’re the Master.”

But mark my words, Spike, she added silently. I will have my revenge.

Spike smirked, bending down and scooping her up into his arms. “Now why do I think that wasn’t heartfelt, pet?” he retorted, as he walked towards a room.

Buffy snorted into his chest, not noticing the smile on Spike’s face as he looked down on the sulking slayer.

God, I’ve missed her. Damn Dru and her tantrums.

Spike shook his head, anxious to dispel the idea that looking after his dark plum was a chore compared to caring for the blonde beauty in his arms. He kicked open the door to a new room, throwing Buffy unceremoniously onto the bed, ignoring her yelp of pain.

“Thanks for the ride, Master,” she grumbled, as he made to leave.

Spike swung around, gazing at Buffy for what seemed an eternity before slamming the door shut. He prowled dangerously towards Buffy, his eyes threatening all kinds of torture for her latest remark.

I have to learn to keep my mouth shut Buffy thought regretfully.

She shivered, scared at the anger exuding from Spike’s body but was also slightly thrilled to see him all hot and bothered. She found herself transfixed by the sheer masculine power that he alone held.

Spike jumped onto the bed, startling Buffy from her musings. He dragged her down to meet him by yanking her hair, Buffy whimpering as he did so.

“As Master luv, you must make sure all my masterly needs are met,” he whispered darkly into her ear.

Shocked green eyes met vivid blue, as Buffy saw the clarity in Spike’s eyes. She shook, knowing that Spike didn’t just want physical submission; he also wanted sexual dominance over her.

Power.

It didn’t matter how he yielded it, Buffy was being made to recognize who was in charge - and it certainly wasn’t her. She began to whimper, tears glistening in her eyes as she realised she was helpless.

Spike smiled at the sight of Buffy’s distress, picking up her body easily and placing her in his lap, peeling off her top. Tears she fought to conceal were let loose as she scrabbled to get away, clawing at the bed sheet in a bid to escape. Spike growled and smacked her face, placing her back on his lap and grinding his increasing arousal into her core. She flinched back, shock evident on her face as she felt his hard cock pressed up against her jeans.

“Now pet, this is gonna happen whether you want it or not. You’re here to please me until you get better, so you best do what I want, or I carry out my threat of killing all of your little gang.”

He trailed one finger down her exposed neck down to the swells of her breasts, growling again when she jerked back from his touch.

“Hmm. I bet Red wouldn’t pull back. She’d be so terrified that she’d just let me take her, rip her body apart. She’d be so easy…”

Buffy’s eyes grew stormy as she forced herself to breathe, to relax against Spike’s roaming hands. She couldn’t bear Willow having to pay for her mistakes.

She gulped her tears back, forcing her eyes to meet Spike’s before bowing her head down in a wholly submissive pose, an action that was not lost on Spike.

He grinned, unclasping her bra, palming her lush breasts in his hands, before nuzzling the honeyed flesh, licking and nipping at her nipples as he grew increasingly erect.

As he sucked and teased one breast, his hand kneaded the other, squeezing and stroking with delicate and light fingertips, making Buffy moan with involuntary pleasure. He smiled against her other breast and began flicking his tongue against her pointed nipple, sucking it forcefully as it grew hard in his mouth.

He pulled Buffy off his lap, placing her on the bed as he tore off his shirt and unbuckled his jeans. Buffy gulped as she saw his sculptured body come into view, her eyes landing on the long, hard penis that sprung out from his constricting jeans. She shook slightly, Spike growling at her. He lay back on the bed, propped up on the headboard.

“Come here, slave,” he ordered huskily.

Buffy quickly complied, scooting up the bed until she lay next to his cool body. He threaded his hands through her hair, trailing them down until they finally rested on her breasts, squeezing the globes of flesh with increasing fervour. “I want you to kiss it,” he said, his voice brooking no argument.

Buffy began mumbling nervously, “But.. But.. I’ve never done anything like this before…”

Spike yanked her head back, a smile of satisfaction on his face. “Good. You’re mine, and no one else’s. And address me correctly in future, luv.”

Buffy shuddered before whispering, “Yes, Master.” Her fear and inexperience clouded her mind, forcing her anger towards the vampire to dissipate.

Spike smiled and tugged her down to his groin, before indicating she should start her duties. She eyed his cock in apprehension before Spike growled furiously, causing her to bend her head quickly and nervously lick the base of his shaft.

Spike groaned, muttering, “Take it into your mouth, pet.”

Buffy began lapping at his cock with a renewed fervour, encouraged by his growing arousal. She tentatively brought his sensitive head in, sucking gently as she brought him into her warm mouth. Buffy’s eyes were closed in concentration as she caressed him deeper. Seeing her reddened lips wrapped around his cock and feeling her blonde hair lightly teasing his stomach drove Spike mad.

“Feels so good,” Spike groaned, suddenly pushing Buffy’s head lower onto his shaft, thrusting upwards into her warm cocoon, making her gag.

Buffy began to choke, and hurriedly tried to take him out of her mouth. Spike growled and forced her head down, locking her into position. Buffy tried to relax, breathing slowly before she began to move her head up and down his cock, sucking him hard with her hot little lips.

Spike continued thrusting upwards, making Buffy deep-throat him, his head touching the back of her throat. He moaned in ecstasy as he felt the tremors of his release begin, before erupting into her mouth with a shuddering roar. Immediately, Spike pulled her up flushed against his chest.

“Well done, luv. You did what I asked. Now you get your rewards.”

Buffy looked at Spike nervously, flinching as he ripped the buttons clean off her jeans before pulling them roughly off her legs. He massaged her bum cheeks before sliding one finger under her knickers to tease her folds.

“Hmm. You’re wet. I guess you liked sucking me off more than you thought.”

Sickened by his amused face Buffy began yelling obscenities at Spike, twisting her naked body from side to side. He immediately flipped her over, his hard body above hers, hands holding her arms painfully above her body as he chuckled at her feeble attempts to escape.

“Get off me you pig! I wouldn’t touch you. You’re below me!”

Suddenly his amusement disappeared.

“Below you, slave?” he said between clenched teeth. “I don’t think so.”

His eyes turned golden as his fangs descended, her fear holding her in place as he ripped her underwear clean off, laughing darkly at her trembling when he trailed one fang along her cleft.

“In fact,” Spike continued, “I’m pretty sure I’m on top of you.”

He darted out his tongue, licking her folds from top to bottom, Buffy moaning at the sensation, her anger dissipating at the mind-numbing feelings she was experiencing. Spike trailed one finger from her clit, rubbing the pearled nub in maddening circles until she quivered with excitement. He pushed one finger in roughly, causing Buffy to whimper, her head thrashing from side to side at the pleasure being wrought on her body.

Spike began curving his finger upwards, stroking her inner muscles as he pumped his finger in and out. Buffy moaned and Spike upped the tempo, thrusting a second, then a third finger insider her, hitting the bunch of nerves that made Buffy shudder deliciously. He left his fingers to piston in and out whilst he licked her clit, sucking gently, Buffy squealing with pleasure.

“Please, Spike,” she begged brokenly, as he bit down gently on her pearl, her screams filling the room. Buffy felt a strange yet glorious tension building up inside of her, and she was finally pushed over the edge by Spike’s talented tongue, screaming and thrashing her head, quivering with her climax until only faint tremors wracked her sensitive body.

She opened her eyes to see Spike grinning back at her as he bundled her lax body into his embrace.

“What… what was that?” she asked faintly, still shocked at the feelings swirling inside of her.

Spike cocked one eyebrow up at the question, smiling when he realised she really was a delicate, untouched virgin; one he would surely delight in breaking.

“That luv, was an orgasm. Take it you never experienced that before?”

Buffy shook her head silently, tears suddenly pooling in her eyes as she buried her head in his shoulder. Spike frowned, lifting her head with careful fingers.

“What’s wrong, pet?”

Buffy’s pale tear-stained face presented an image so heart wrenchingly sad, a vision of innocence, distressed at her present situation.

“I’m a slut, aren’t I?” she whispered, hiding again against Spike’s hard muscled shoulder.

“Why’d you think that?”

Spike was genuinely confused. This girl was a clean, beautiful slate – what was wrong? He barely caught Buffy’s confession, only his vampiric hearing catching the words that would cause him to fly into a rage when understanding.

“I have a boyfriend.”