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Cold Day in Hell by SchehrezadeandRSK
 
Chapter Six
 
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Spike lay with his face mashed against Buffy’s breasts. His arms curved loosely around her shoulders, his fingers tangled in her still damp hair. The smell of their most recent coupling next to the fire permeated his senses. He dick ached and the soft faux fur abraded the sensitive area, rather than soothing it.

At one point, Spike was sure that Buffy’s inner muscles had managed to tie a knot in him. Shifting onto one hip, Spike was presented with an intriguing sight, the soft underside of Buffy’s perky breasts. Unable to resist, his tongue flicked out and caught the few drops of sweat that had collected there.

Buffy twitched; his soft, cool tongue had pulled her from her catnap. ‘Oh God no! I can’t, not again. Where does he get the energy?’ She relaxed her muscles and slowed her breathing, hoping that if her lover thought she was asleep, he’d give her a moment’s respite.

Spike grinned evilly; he had heard her thoughts and noticed the quickened heartbeat. His girl was awake. When her breathing slowed but her heart rate didn’t, he frowned. ‘What’s she playing at?’ Spike levered himself up onto his knees, sighing in relief as his aching dick swung unhindered in the air. Eyeing his ‘sleeping’ lover, he tried to ignore the temptation to jump her.

Buffy giggled.

“Faker!” Spike whispered

“I can’t, Spike, not again!” Buffy sighed, but as she watched Spike crawl up her body, she felt a flood of wetness at the juncture of her thighs.

Spike tilted his head and sniffed delicately. He oozed sensuality. “Smells like you can…” His tongue curled against his teeth as he smirked, his eyes swirling with gold flecks as his demon struggled for dominance.

Buffy blinked. Spike’s knees were on either side of her hips and pressing hard against hers. His talented hands rested on either side of her neck.

She was caged in by his pale form and was incredibly turned on. Reaching up, she ran her fingers over his muscled abdomen and tugged hard on the brown curls at his groin. She watched, fascinated, at his soft cock hardened. ‘So pretty…’ she sighed.

Spike twitched at the pleasure/pain that shot through him. A deep growl rumbled in his chest. “Not pretty, told you, luv…’m handsome.” Buffy giggled and tried to pull away from her demon lover.

Before Buffy could move, Spike dropped himself onto her.

“Oof… Spike… can’t breath.” Buffy complained half-heartedly.

The vampire ignored her and reached for the discarded towel. Sitting up on her abdomen, he pinned her to the floor, his knees jammed in her armpits.

Buffy looked up at him and licked her lips. “Spike?”

“Slayer, you trust me?” he purred.

She nodded.

“Say it,” Spike demanded.

“I trust you, Spike,” Buffy breathed. She was secretly thrilled by his suddenly dominant behavior.

“Wanna play a game?” the vampire drawled.

Buffy nodded. “Good!” Spike grinned at her. He tore the towel into long strips and eyed the clawed feet of the bathtub appreciatively. Reaching down he grabbed Buffy’s wrists, loving the fact that he had her trust.

“Buffy?”

“Love you!” she grinned impishly as she grasped the cold metal and let him lash her wrists tightly to the bathtub.

Spike eyed her slim form. He ran a curious finger over her breasts, stretched taught from the strain put on her arms. He flicked at one nipple and watched it harden. Pinching it firmly between his thumb and forefinger, he pulled hard.

“Ah!” Buffy whimpered. The pain made her eyes water slightly as Spike twisted her abused nipple.

He stopped immediately.

“What? No! Don’t stop…” Buffy complained. Before she could say anymore, Spike lunged forward, wrapped his mouth over the reddened nipple and sucked hard. “Gah…” Buffy shouted at the pleasure that flooded her senses. Her thighs rubbed together, trying to get some friction on her clit.

“If you can’t be quiet, I’ll gag you. Now hush…” Spike ordered, winking at her as he pressed his hand gently over her gasping mouth. She bit down hard on the palm of his hand, her eyes twinkling with mischief. The pain caught Spike unawares and he vamped out.

Visions of his rough tongue on her clit filled her mind and she moaned, recognizing them as his thoughts by the taste of her own arousal in her mouth. Spike’s clawed hands reached between her thighs and forced them open. He pushed them as far apart as they would go and lunged forward.

Placing his open mouth on her ankle, Spike began to kiss and nip his way up her leg. His left hand lay possessively over her streaming opening, his fingers still, but pressing against her. Spike reached her knee and lingered there for a moment, kissing and licking the back of it, causing goose bumps to rise all over Buffy’s body. Raising his head, he looked up and saw Buffy watching him intently, her arms straining against the towel securing her.

“You like?” he asked gruffly.

Buffy opened her mouth to answer, then remembered his request for silence. Her jaw snapped shut and she nodded.

Spike grinned at how quickly she had submitted to him and decided to reward her. His blond head dropped to the soft skin of her inner thighs. Using his rough tongue, he licked a straight line up her thigh until he reached the tender skin at the juncture of her legs.

Buffy shuddered, the raspy sensation was amazing and she twisted her wrists, trying not to tear the shredded towel that secured her.

Spike worried the soft skin in the crease where her legs met her body. He lingered there, licking and nibbling gently with his fangs. He tried to ignore the moisture that was pouring out of Buffy and coating his hand, which he had not moved since he started.

Buffy’s panting and tiny moans filled his ears. Her thoughts full of lust and love.

Unable to resist the siren call of the pulse that throbbed so tantalizingly under his mouth, he sank his fangs into her skin and drank a mouthful of blood. His cock hardened even more at the infusion of the most powerful vampiric aphrodisiac.

“Spike…” Buffy wailed, unable to keep quiet. She thrilled at the feel of his fangs in her once again. How could she have known that she would ever crave that feeling? A Slayer, craving the bite of a Master Vampire. She smiled as she thought of what the Counsel would think of her now.

Spike ran his tongue over the wounds he had opened, sealing them with his saliva. His demon screamed for more. Sitting up, he pressed down hard on Buffy’s opening.

She gulped at the sensations his hand evoked.

“More?” Spike asked

Buffy nodded. She stretched her already widespread legs further apart, trying to entice the demon crouched above her. Spike shook his head and rose to his feet, disappearing into the kitchen. Buffy could hear him rummaging around in the fridge and then heard a rattle.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered.

Buffy immediately did.

Her body jerked as she felt something scalding hit her navel. She suddenly remembered his question about the piercing. Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, but before she could open her eyes, Spike was at her head, wrapping a strip of torn towel around her eyes, blinding her.

“Told you to shut your eyes,” he snarled. “I need to gag you, too?”

Buffy shook her head.

“Good.” Spike moved away from her head and picked up the candle he had put down. Raising it high over Buffy’s body, he dripped more wax onto her abdomen. He watched appreciatively as her muscles twitched.

Reaching for an ice cube, he ran it over the hot wax, cooling it immediately and causing it to tighten on her skin.

Spike ran the ice cube over Buffy’s reddened nipples. “You look luscious all tied up and waiting for me to play…” he rumbled. Spike continued to rub the melting ice over her hardened tips, replacing it with a new cube when it vanished, continuing to numb the area.

Flicking a finger over her frozen nipples, he nodded, pleased with the lack of reaction from his mate. Reaching for the candle, he raised it over Buffy and let the wax that had collected drop on her quiesant form.

Buffy’s back arched and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her nipples were coated in hot wax. The pain/pleasure that overwhelmed her body caused her to orgasm. She wrapped her hands around the cool claw feet of the tub as she rode out the waves of pleasure that flooded her.

Buffy was dimly aware that Spike had moved, she could hear him shifting slightly. The blindfold was tight and the pressure on her eyes was causing a small amount of pain, adding to the pleasure that suffused her body.

Buffy was intrigued by her own response to the pain that her mate was inflicting. ‘Who would’ve thought candles could be so much fun?’ She heard her vampire lover laugh gently at her realization and pause to press a kiss to her lips.

Spike sat back up and carefully dropped more wax over the soft underside of Buffy’s breasts, covering the area his tongue had been minutes earlier. The skin reddened at the pleasurable abuse.

Buffy squealed in shock. Her heels drummed on the floor as she continued to arch upwards, the wax tightening on her scarlet nipples causing more pleasure than pain.

Spike’s hand caught her ankles and jerked her legs apart and upwards. Buffy’s arms strained as her voracious vampire devoured her streaming arousal. He delicately licked around her opening, his tongue delving into her secret places. Dropping her legs to the floor, he lay between her thighs and latched onto her throbbing nub, worrying it gently with his sharp teeth.

Buffy panted and wrapped her legs around his head, pulling him closer, wanting more pressure.

Spike pulled back. Reaching up, he untangled her legs and pressed them firmly to the floor. He put his hands on her hipbones, anchoring her to the ground. The pressure and sudden movement caused the pinprick bites on her inner thigh to bleed slightly.

The scent and sight of her aroused body numbed his mind to everything else. His entire world lay before him, squirming and moaning. He gazed appreciatively at the wax that littered her torso and coated her breasts.

Her sweet mouth opened, as she tried to pull air into her shuddering body. The sight of her blindfolded eyes and her wrists lashed to the tub inflamed his demon. He leant forward and kissed her gaping mouth before turning her onto her stomach.

Spike winced at her groan of pain as her wrists twisted, he quickly reached up to free her hands before retying them in a more comfortable position. This was for fun, not humiliation or pain. Buffy moaned and sent, ‘Thank you…’ to her courteous lover.

He pulled at her hips, pulling her up and onto her knees.

“Spike…” Buffy whispered. Her body ached to feel his touch. His teasing torture making her desire him all the more.

Spike ran a comforting hand down her spine. His game face slid away, blue chasing the gold from his eyes as he regarded his love. He reached under her and rubbed her stomach soothingly.

“Yeah luv?”

“What are you doing now?” she asked curiously.

“Anything and everything,” he answered cryptically. “Want the blindfold off?”

“Yes, please…” Buffy nodded. The angle at which she was tied had resulted in her grasping the claw feet, her elbows resting on the floor and her head lowered between her shoulders. Her submissive pose warred with Spike’s patience.

Gently, he removed the blindfold and tossed it away. Buffy tried to shift slightly, searching for a more comfortable position. Her aching breasts rubbed against the fur, small pieces of wax dropped off her body.

Spike rose to his knees and watched the bound girl desperately trying to find a comfortable position. He smirked, knowing from past experience that Buffy would have no luck.

Coming up behind her, Spike caught hold of her hips and pulled back slightly, adding to the strain on her shoulders. Running his hands down the outside of her thighs, Spike relished her soft skin. He reached around, grasping her knees and pulling them slightly further apart.

“Very nice, Slayer,” he growled. His demon was rejoicing in the submission of his mate, whereas Spike was thrilled at how responsive Buffy had become. ‘Wonder if she’d ever want to tie me up?’ Spike thought hopefully. Buffy grunted and the image of himself handcuffed to her bed flitted through his mind. He grinned. “Can’t wait, luv.”

Kneeling behind Buffy, Spike traced around her opening with an idle finger before placing an open-mouthed kiss to her soaked folds. ‘No need to get her ready,’ Spike thought smugly, he knew that Buffy would like a bit of kink.

He vamped out again.

Surging up, he rammed home in one swift move.

Buffy bit down hard on her arm, desperately trying to keep quiet. She was terrified that any more noise would bring Dawn downstairs, despite the headphones and deep sleep. If Dawn came in and she and Spike were interrupted at this moment, Buffy wasn’t sure how she would respond. ‘Nope, better keep quiet.’

‘Such a perfect fit…’ She thought wryly as her inner passage stretched and strained once again against the demonic intrusion. Its broad head pulsed against her cervix. Buffy could feel every vein rubbing against her silky insides.

“Oh yeah, baby…” Spike panted. “Perfect…”

“More than…” Buffy moaned, her back arched slightly, allowing Spike to slip in a bit further. His hands flexed against her hips, his sharpened nails scratching and drawing blood. Lustfully, he began to pump into her willing body. Spike dropped over her sweating back and reached forward, clasping his hands over hers as he hammered into her warmth.

Tiny grunts escaped Buffy’s lips as Spike pounded into her. ‘Adds a new twist to ribbed for her pleasure.’ Her inner walls quivered around Spike as he hit her g-spot over and over. Forgetting that she was supposed to be submissive and quiet, she ordered her vamp, “Harder, Spike. I want everything you have…”

“You have everything, Buffy. It’s all for you!” He exclaimed has he shifted his hips slightly, resuming his frantic pace. Spike trailed his fangs over her shoulder until he was on the curve of her neck. Scraping his teeth over her pulse point, he delicately reopened his mark, pulling back his fangs and allowing small drops of blood to rise to the surface. He eagerly licked them up as they welled. Releasing her hands, he reached under her and cupped her wax-coated breasts and, in a deliberate move, squeezed hard.

Buffy’s back arched as she came. Her forehead thumped on the rug as all her muscles gave up on her. It was only Spike’s hands and pistoning cock that kept her on her knees as Buffy was overwhelmed by orgasm after orgasm.

Her multiple orgasms milking his cock were too much for Spike and he lost control. Thrusting his hips, he forced his cock deeper, brushing the opening to her womb.

His back jerked once, twice.

“Oh Spike…” Buffy sighed as she was filled with his cool spendings. She came again.

Spike collapsed as his knees gave out, pressing her to the floor.

Buffy sighed, feeling safe covered by his panting body.

They lay silently, still intimately connected, trying to regain their senses.

As Spike’s ridges receded, his cock shrank slightly and he slipped out of her warm body. A rush of their combined fluids pooled underneath her.

Spike rolled onto his back and with one hand, reached out to release Buffy from her cloth bindings. She promptly climbed on top of him and curled her aching and satisfied body over his.

“You know, when it’s my turn… you are going to be in so much trouble!” Buffy pressed a soft kiss to his chest.

“Spike, how do we get all this wax off?” They both giggled and made a game of picking the cool, crisp wax off of her skin.

 
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