You Know You Want To

WARNING: This fic deals with a degree of BDSM. It's all consensual but if that's not your thing don't bother with part two.

PART ONE

"Come on baby, just let it out, you know you want to" Spike's lips brushed Buffy's clit as he spoke making her twitch. He'd been going down on her for what seemed like forever now and she truly thought she would burst soon. She knew that her wetness must be seeping out onto the sheet. She was gritting her teeth so hard she was sure they'd be worn away to nothing before this was over.

Buffy had no idea how she had managed to stop herself from coming for this long, but she knew she had to keep it up. She'd stupidly made a bet with Spike earlier that evening.........It was all his fault he'd been giving her one of his oh-so-cocky 'you crave me' speeches. When he'd gone so far as to say he didn't even need to lay a hand on her and he could make her come she'd finally bitten back. "Oh yeah" she'd taunted "cos I get off just thinking about you. Ego-trip much Spike? You're hardly the greatest lover in the world you know."

"Best you've ever had pet, and you know it. 'Fact I reckon you do get off just thinking about me."

Buffy had merely snorted in response, no need to let the bloodsucking fiend know how close to the mark he was. Spike had moved in closer and proceeded to slowly lick the scar on her neck left by Angel and Dracula. A shiver ran straight down Buffy's spine, hitting her too quickly for her to even try to cover it up. Damn him! Why did he always seem to know how to get her going? Spike had grinned as he took a step back from her watching her trying to breathe normally.

"Like I said honey," he had smirked, holding his hands up and waggling his fingers "don't even need my hands. I'd dare bet I could make you come just with my tongue." As he said this he had run his tongue over his teeth and leered at her.

"You wish Spike" she said indignantly, already feeling stirrings of arousal.

"Sounds like fightin' talk to me Missy" Spike had said trying not to laugh, he wanted to see where this could go. Laughing now would completely derail the plans forming in his mind. "Care to make a small wager on that?"

"What?" said Buffy, honestly wondering if she'd heard him right. He wanted to bet on being able to make her come? Part of her had begun to rise to the challenge, just to wipe that stupid self-satisfied grin off his face. Another part of her was nonchalantly pointing out that if she agreed to the bet but gave him a time limit she couldn't lose. She wasn't about to gamble with her life or anything. If he did manage it within said time limit she got at least one orgasm out of it. If he didn't then his forfeit would be to give her as many orgasms as she liked for as long as she liked. Her thoughts had been interrupted at this point by Spike.

"I said would you like to make a wager on the question of the orgasmic power of my tongue, luv?"

"One condition..." Buffy had said, smiling at the look on Spike's face as he realised she was actually about to agree to this.

"And that would be?" Spike had been desperately trying not to bounce around like a child on Christmas morning.

"You have a time limit. If you can't make me come within 7 minutes, you lose and you have to give me as many orgasms as I tell you to for as long as I tell you to."

"Easy" Spike had scoffed. "Done" he had said spitting on his hand and holding it out for her to shake.

"Eww Spike" Buffy had looked at his hand in disgust.

"What? Getting all squeamish on me Slayer? We both know you've had worse bodily fluids belonging to me in your mouth, on your br...."

Buffy had grabbed his hand and cut him off saying "Fine, whatever, it's a bet. Just stop talking. Now!"

Spike had almost giggled as he looked down on her all blushing cheeks and flaming indignation. After everything they'd done to one another she still managed to honestly get embarrassed when he talked about it. His diversionary tactic had worked too, but he waited until she started gloating about how many orgasms she'd make him give her before he dropped his bombshell. As Buffy was in mid-flow about why he didn't stand a chance he quietly said

"Don't you want to know what happens if you lose Buffy?"

Buffy could have kicked herself. What kind of an idiot shakes on a bet without knowing what's at stake before they do so? She was already planning ways to back out of it as she'd feigned disinterest and said "I suppose you might as well tell me if you want to, it's not going to matter anyway, I will win."

"Trying to convince me or yourself there pet?......Ok, here's the thing, when I win, I get.........you.........completely. We spend 24 hours doing whatever I want, I choose what we do for the entire time and you cannot disagree."

"Yeah right" Buffy had said "you think I'm gonna give up any say in what you do to me? "You'll probably bite me, forget what you're doing and drain me. I was idiot enough to take the bet without hearing your terms Spike but I'm not stupid enough to give up all my control."

"For God's sake Buffy" Spike said in exasperation "what the hell do I have to do to convince you that I would never hurt you?"

"We both know you like hurting me Spike. Have you forgotten our little pre-match warm-ups? Geez when do we ever do ............any of those.............y'know......things we do, without a little fight first?"

"You know what I mean Buffy. I'm not talking about foreplay. I'm talking about seriously hurting you, you know, with malice involved and such. Besides, you think I wouldn't have done it by now if I wanted to?" He had moved so close as he spoke that his presence made Buffy's stomach do that funny flippy thing Spike always brought about in her. "You know, when you're all weak, right after I've made you scream."

Buffy's mind was in turmoil. His words and the fact that he was so close were turning her on no end. However she was desperately thinking of how to back out of this bet without losing too much face.

It was as if Spike read her thoughts. "You shook on it Slayer you can't back out. I'll give you another option though, instead of me having you for 24 hours you can tell your friends about us if you lose. Those are the terms but if you back out I will tell them. I haven't pushed this up 'til now but I think it's time we stopped hiding. Of course if you win, or if you agree to my original terms I'll leave it to you to decide when your ready to 'come out'."

Bastard! Buffy had thought. She so wasn't ready to tell anyone about her trysts with the Spike. She had punched him in the mouth in her temper that he had her over a barrel. "Fine whatever" she had said standing over him where he'd fallen from her punch "I made the bet without thinking of the consequences, I'll go with your first offer, DO NOT even think about telling my friends. It doesn't matter anyway" she had added her chin up in defiance now "you aren't going to win"

With that she flounced off across the graveyard. Spike had watched her go, a slow smile spreading across his face. When Buffy had realised he hadn't followed her she turned around and hollered "Well come on Spike. What are you waiting for? I've got a bet to win!"

They'd headed straight for his crypt and down to the bed in the basement cavern. Without further ado Spike's tongue had come out to play. Now here she was trying not to bite right through her lip as Spike's tongue teased between her legs. He'd actually only been going down on her for five minutes but he was so damn good at it that it felt like much longer to Buffy. He took his tongue away from her throbbing clit and started to plunge it in and out of her now dripping hole.

When Buffy's hips bucked towards him uncontrollably he stopped entirely and looked up at her. She was so close he could tell, a quick glance at the alarm clock told him he had two minutes give or take. "You enjoying this luv?" He asked giving her clit a quick lick before raising his head again. He smirked at her writhing and biting her lip obviously too scared to open her mouth to answer in case she groaned. "Sure felt like you were getting into it there. God you're so beautiful when you need to come Buff. All sweaty and panting. You know I could make you scream in a second if I wanted to. I'm just playing with you." He was pleased to see Buffy close her eyes in desperation as his words washing over her did nothing but make her more horny.

He dove down again and rapidly licked and suckled her clit. When he heard a tiny whimper escape her he grinned and looked up again. "You know Buffy it'd be worth giving up on the bet just so's I could keep you on the edge and hear you make that noise over and over again." He pretended to muse for a minute. "Yeah maybe I should just stop worrying about the time limit. I like having the power to make you this horny and desperate. Could just do this all night." He slowly licked her from top to bottom and Buffy shuddered and bit down harder on her now very sore lip.

She might have been OK if he hadn't gone and gloated about having power over her. He knew she had a thing about that. She was so in-charge and in-control in her life outside Spike's crypt and she'd found with him that having someone else take control could be a real turn-on. Spike looked up at her again and said in a low but commanding voice "Buffy look at me" reluctantly Buffy looked him in the eye. "I like you like this. Don't you dare come" he immediately sucked her sensitive nubbin into his mouth and sucked hard.

The combination of being ordered not to come and the unexpectedly quick movement of Spike to her clit made Buffy howl. Her thighs tightened around Spike's ears as the orgasm she'd tried so hard to hold back bowled through her like an express train. She was in no state to care what Spike's face was doing, and she couldn't see it anyway with his head trapped as it was. Between her legs however, Spike was grinning. He'd known ordering her not to come would do it, and the alarm hadn't gone off for time-up. His grin became the biggest he'd had in his life, or unlife. Poor little Slayer lost the bet! Now he'd have some fun!

PART TWO

Buffy stomped across the graveyard, now and again starting to run a little then stopping and purposefully stomping on at a walking pace. She was late getting to Spike's crypt. One of the things that was making her angry was that she was actually bothered about the fact that she was late. Every time she started to run she stopped herself thinking 'What do I care if I'm late. Stupid vampire!' The thing she was really angry about however was that she was even in this situation at all. It was herself she was angry with not Spike but she wasn't about to admit that to anyone least of all herself. So she continued across the graveyard muttering to herself about how inconsiderate people were in burying their dead relatives without leaving her a direct path to Spike's crypt.

Eventually she reached Spike's crypt and burst through the door ready to tell him where to shove it if he even dared comment on her being late. What greeted her was what appeared to be an empty crypt. "Spike!" She hollered "where the hell are you? I didn't come here for my health you know. Get your ass upstairs." She yelled down into the entrance to his cavern/bedroom. When there was no reply Buffy sighed in exasperation and was about to turn and leave when she received an open handed blow round the back of the head. Spike had been behind the door to his crypt when she came in and had been standing there watching the obviously grumpy slayer with growing amusement.

"Hey" Buffy started to protest when Spike grabbed her and pulled her round to face him. He held her hands behind her back and looked down at her with a very unamused face. "You're late Slayer" he said, simply.

"I know, but I'm here now so why don't you let go so we can get on with this?" Buffy still sounded grouchy.

"First of all Buffy I want to hear an apology for your tardiness"

Buffy looked at him incredulously. "You sound like Giles, you know that?"

"Let's not bring him into this" Spike said "Just apologise and then I'll explain what we're doing today."

Buffy rolled her eyes and said in a bored voice "Sorry I'm late Spike".

Spike sighed, grumpy slayer was not what he'd signed up for. "I suppose that'll do for now. I'll get a better apology out of you later anyway."

"Wouldn't hold your breath for that" Buffy muttered as he let go and headed for the ladder down to the basement.

"I heard that Slayer" Spike's voice floated up from halfway down the ladder.

Buffy grinned in spite of herself. Whatever Spike had planned she'd lay bets it was gonna involve getting groiny and she could really use a good round of sexploits to work off the tension she'd built up for herself. She followed Spike down the ladder and almost went straight back up it when she reached the bottom and saw the things Spike had laid out on a table down there. The table held handcuffs, paddles, a blindfold, a riding crop and a few things that Buffy had no comprehension of from just looking at them. What held her gaze however was the cane that Spike was gently tapping on his upturned palm. It was long and thin and bent over at one end like a walking stick.

Although her first instinct at seeing the table had been to bolt back up the ladder and run Buffy found herself rooted to the spot mesmerised by the cane gently swinging up and down. She swallowed heavily and looked up to Spike's face. Although he was grinning she thought she detected a slight indication of anxiety in his eyes. As if he was scared she would be too freaked out by this and do exactly what her instincts had told her. "As long as I'm the one getting to use these things, this should be a fun day." Buffy said attempting a smile. She knew, though from the glint in Spike's eyes now that she'd have no such luck. Then she realised that she was actually ok with that, Spike had never done anything kinky to her that she hadn't loved instantly or grown to love very quickly. Could she trust him in the sort of situation she assumed he was suggesting here? With a start she realised she probably did. As usual however, there was no way she was gonna let Spike know this.

"I'm afraid you lost the bet Buffy," Spike said "so I get to have my wicked way however I choose and I don't foresee me being on the receiving end of anything but lots of blow jobs this next 24 hours."

"Ok I'm not agreeing yet" Buffy said " first of all how kinky are we talking here? Cos I don't foresee you getting anywhere near me with that thing without serious damage occurring to your person."

Spike grinned and put the cane down on the bed next to him. Buffy was going to go for this he could tell. He moved over to stand before her towering over her "No, Buffy" he almost whispered "the way this works is you will let me as close to you as I want with anything I want. You lost the bet and you are my little whore for the day. You'll damn well just do as your told."

Buffy's stomach lurched in a strange but kind of pleasant way at his breathy words. Then she felt herself start to grow moist thinking about what Spike was saying. "So I'm your whore? What do I call you? My most high and exalted master, lord and majesty?" She giggled.

Spike slapped her across the face, not hard enough to even sting but it did it's job in stopping her laughing. " 'Sir' will do just fine" he said.

"You've got to be kidding me" Buffy half-laughed "Spike I am NOT calling you...." She stopped as Spike raised his hand as if to back hand her face and said in a dangerously quiet voice "It will hurt next time Slayer. You will do as I say. Do not address me as anything other than Sir from now on. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes Sir" Buffy blushed furiously as she said it, she was actually giving in to him. Spike grinned as he backed away a little. She was catching onto this faster than he'd expected. And if his nose didn't deceive him she was definitely going to enjoy it. "Good, lose the clothes" he ordered.

Rolling her eyes in a 'I knew that was coming' gesture Buffy did as he said, quickly stripping and laying her clothes in a neat pile on the floor out of the way. As she stood up she became acutely aware of how naked she was and how clothed Spike was. This was reinforced as Spike ran his eyes over her body appreciatively. "Now, Buffy" he said "I don't want to really hurt you, you know this is just for fun. But it will be so much better for both of us if we take it seriously. For now at least, my job is to help you become the perfect little slave. Is that Ok with you?"

Buffy struggled to bite back a snarky response and said as submissively as she could manage "Yes Sir". As she dropped her eyes to the floor she felt a rush of pure lust. 'Oh dear God,' she thought 'I'm a goner. I can tell I'm gonna enjoy this.'

Spike was very pleased with her humble demeanour "Good girl" he smiled at her "you're making a good start. I'm already a little proud of you. I know submission goes against the very core of what you are, but I promise if you make me even prouder I'll make sure you love this."

It was new to Buffy to feel so happy that Spike was pleased with her. They usually had their best sex when one or both of them was pissed off with the other. At Spike's praise she looked up at him and grinned. Spike almost grinned back but he'd had years of experience with these games and the experience kicked in, his face going stony.

"However, you have already displeased me today and you must be punished."

"But how could I? I haven't done anything wrong," Buffy whined "you told me to strip and I did, I haven't done anything wrong."

"Silence!" Spike barked "Don't you dare question me girl. You have just doubled your punishment........and if you don't lower your head and take that defiant look off your face I shall have no choice but to triple it."

Buffy's stomach did the flippy thing at Spike's order and she grew even more moist. Dropping her head again she did her best to look submissive and not tell Spike he was a prick and was being unfair. Spike almost burst with glee watching her obvious struggle to do as she was told. "Now, I said I didn't want to really hurt you so if at any point something hurts too much or you can't handle the situation use your safe word which is 'Wacko'. Only use it if you really mean it though because once you say it this game ends and I'll have to think of something else to do with the rest of my time. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir" Buffy replied immediately

He moved over to the bed and said "Come here please Buffy". Buffy moved over to him trying to avoid looking at the cane which lay within his reach. It felt like it had a magnetic pull for her eyes. "Don't worry luv," Spike said catching her gaze "We'll work up to that." This made Buffy shudder but she didn't know if it was from fear or the ache growing between her legs.

Spike sat on the edge of the bed and grabbing her wrist deftly pulled her face down over his knee. "What the....what do you think you're doing?" she squeaked. Then she realised what was going to happen and stopped talking not wanting to make it any worse. She'd known when she lost the bet that Spike would make her pay but she hadn't envisaged him literally taking it out of her hide.

Spike gently stroked her ass cheeks and was delighted when he felt her start to tremble. "Have you ever been spanked like this before Buffy?" He asked placing his arm on her back with his elbow between her shoulder blades to hold her down.

"N-no Sir" Buffy stuttered.

"Explains why you act like such a brat most of the time" he said "someone should've taken you in hand a long time ago."

Buffy's indignance flared at being called a brat "Hey!" She protested trying to get up. Spike pressed down harder on her back digging his elbow in until Buffy stopped struggling.

"You've just earned yourself five more for trying to move and speaking out of turn. You only speak to answer a direct question or to clarify an order."

Buffy wanted to argue but realised that in her current position she'd better just keep her mouth shut.

Smack
The first spank took her completely by surprise but only stung a little.

"Count them out for me Slayer. Ten for being late, ten for questioning me and another five for your little rebellion just now."

"One" Buffy huffed

Smack "Two"

SMACK "Thr-EE" the third was harder than the first two causing a hot sensation after the initial sting. This burning quickly spread to her pussy and she felt a rush of juice flowing.

SMACK! "FOUR! Ow!"

"Don't be such a baby" Spike said "I've hardly touched you yet and you're the slayer for God's sake. I'm counting on you being able to take much more than this."

The next six got progressively harder and always landed in a new place. Buffy was hot and wet as she panted out "ten".

Spike reached between her legs and toyed with her clit finding her entire slit becoming very wet. "I knew you'd like this" he gloated "my kinky little Slayer" H e stroked her as he spoke and Buffy was squirming as she got wetter and wetter. "Start counting again from one for the next ten" Spike ordered.

These spanks came in very quick succession. Buffy almost couldn't keep up what with the panting and the fire now burning in her pussy. At ten Spike gently stroked her ass cheeks with one hand the other teasing her clit until she squirmed like mad on his lap.

'All going according to plan' he thought smugly to himself. He listened to her panting and stroked her now cherry red cheeks a little more vigorously causing her to jerk upwards. She gasped at the renewed sting on her tender skin and her hand flew back to try to stop him from rubbing. Spike tutted and grabbed her wrist pinning it to the small of her back. He then tipped her forward slightly so he had better access to the backs of her thighs.

"Now, Buffy, I don't want you to count out these last five" he said "In fact you won't move or make a single sound unless I tell you to. If you do Ii will make you very sorry. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir" Buffy said panting even harder and trying to still her hips which seemed to have a mind of their own. A mind focused on trying to rub her clit against Spike's denim clad thighs.

Spike waited until her breathing started to settle ever so slightly and she finally stopped moving. Then he spanked her hard where her left thigh and butt cheek joined. The force of the blow on such a sensitive and untouched area and the pain/pleasure it elicited meant that Buffy had to use all of her willpower not to squeal or move. The second fell where her right thigh and butt cheek joined and Buffy fought the same battle. The third mirrored the first and when Spike smacked her a fourth time on the right thigh again Buffy had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming. She was melting between her legs and she knew she was very close to coming. 'Just one more' she kept repeating in her head 'then surely you can get him to make you come.'

The next blow didn't come though and the waiting did nothing but excite her more. Spike could see this and waited a beat before quickly standing up and grabbing her by the nape of the neck. He bent her forward over the edge of the be. Still holding her down by the neck he ordered "Spread your legs Buffy"

Without a moments hesitation Buffy did so, anticipating his cock entering her dripping passage. This wasn't Spike's plan however. Aiming carefully he landed the final smack hard against her clitoris and labia.

Buffy exploded. Her orgasm shocking her in it's intensity. Although he had not told her not to make a sound it was impossible given how hard she was coming. "Ohgodohgodohgod Spike!" She babbled. Spike grinned as he let go of her neck and she stayed exactly where she was as she recovered from her climax.

As her senses returned Buffy gave up any pretence that she was merely doing this because she lost the bet or that this wasn't her scene. She stood up and turned to Spike. "Thank You Sir" she said smiling sweetly. Spike was so proud of her, but being Spike decided to push the envelope a little further. "While I appreciate the sentiment slayer, if you want to thank me you do it on your knees and without the impertinence of looking me in the eye. Know your place."

To Spike's amazement Buffy dropped immediately to her knees and lowered her head, the very picture of submission.

"I'm sorry I displeased you Sir" she said still staring at the floor "and now that I can do it from the correct position Ii want to thank you again for my punishment."

"You are welcome. However you will have to thank me again soon. I distinctly remember telling you not to make a sound. Yet you just screamed blue murder. This, I might add you did while you were coming....I did not give you permission to come. You need to learn patience and control girl. You also apparently STILL need to learn to do as you are told. When I give you an order you obey it!"

Buffy amazed herself by not kicking Spike's ass and by realising she was actually becoming aroused again! So soon after her orgasm. Sneaking a peak from beneath her lashes, she noticed with some satisfaction that Spike was very obviously aroused too.

A wicked thought popped into her head. "Well seeing as I'm down here anyway.....Why don't I thank you in advance and show you how sorry I am." As she spoke she moved forward still on her knees and freed Spike's rock hard cock. She then moved her mouth towards it grinning.

Spike jumped back from her. "Why you insolent little...." Buffy looked up at him still smiling but looking a little puzzled. "You DO NOT just reach out and grab whatever you want girl!" Spike thundered " you do nothing until you are told to! As I said you need to learn patience and control! And by God I'm going to teach you them after that little display!"

Buffy suddenly felt very uncomfortable, it seemed she had really upset Spike. And he usually loved blow jobs! She realised with a shudder of desire that at this moment in time she would beg, plead, do whatever he wanted to get Spike to stop looking so angry. Her stomach was also going crazy at this threat/promise to 'teach her' patience and control. How would he do that she wondered. She'd bet money it was going to hurt.

"Up" he barked at her clicking his fingers. This caused most of Buffy's submissive feelings to evaporate. 'Ok' she thought 'now he's clicking his fingers at me like I'm a dog or something.' However it was as if her mind and body were two separate entities. She found herself doing as he bade her regardless of her mutinous thoughts. Spike saw the fire flashing in her eyes though.

"Didn't like that did you my little spitfire?" Spike said smirking slightly "but it's like I said pet. For twenty four hours you are mine. You're MY little whore and I will have obedience from you. Now bend over and touch your toes."

PART THREE

Spike saw the fire flashing in her eyes though.

Buffy looked up at Spike, his finger clicking still rankling in her chest, just who did he think he was? "And if I don't?" She said raising an eyebrow and her chin in defiance.

Spike looked at her and sighed in exasperation. "Buffy if you don't want to continue with the game, if you don't like any of this then just use the safe word. If you're not going to use it though I suggest you get over this urge to fight me every step of the way.......it'll only go worse for you pet."

Buffy shuddered with lust, but still said nothing. She knew perfectly well, and was sure Spike knew too, that she was not about to say her safe word. Much as she hated to admit it that cane lying on the bed kept pushing itself to the front of her thoughts and it scared her a little. Yeah, she was the slayer and had a very high pain tolerance but she didn't know what her tolerance for the humiliation of bending over and being caned would be.

Spike watched Buffy closely he could see she was struggling, but he could also smell her arousal. He actually wanted nothing more than to cuddle her and tell her everything was ok and it was just a game, but he stopped himself. If Buffy would just give herself over to this he knew she would love it. "You're not answering me Buffy" he boomed making her jump, "either say the safe word or bend over." Still Buffy didn't move, but she didn't say the word either.

"Ok pet, if that's the way you want to play it" as he spoke Spike moved purposefully towards her. The movement had an electric effect on Buffy and she yelped and without thinking any further bent over, her face flushing in embarrassment.

Spike grinned as he reached her "Too late luv." He said "I don't expect to wait that long to be obeyed." He slapped her hard across the ass which was already losing some of it's rosy glow because of her accelerated slayer healing. "You just lost any chance you had of me going easy on you. I'm just going to take my pleasure as I see fit and you needn't expect me to care if you're getting any pleasure, or if you're just getting frustrated as hell." His words were calculated to make her hornier, which, judging by the sudden increase in the smell of arousal he detected, was exactly the effect they had. Spike knew it was bullshit though. He'd walk over hot coals for this woman and he knew that she'd get a whole heap of pleasure today, and every day she'd let him give it to her. 'Just means I get to play for a little longer first' he thought 'I'm going to drive her insane before she comes again.'

"On the bed, on your back, now bitch!" Was all he said. He waited for at least a dirty look from her for the 'bitch' part but she merely straightened up, and keeping her eyes on the floor scuttled over to the bed. 'Good girl' he thought 'just go with it, you'll be so glad you did.' Spike took a leisurely walk over to his table of goodies. He could feel Buffy's eyes on him the whole time and he could practically taste her apprehension and tension. He picked up the handcuffs and strolled back over to the bed where she lay waiting. "Arms above your head" he instructed. Buffy complied immediately raising her arms and trying not to squirm as heat began to rage anew between her legs. Spike quickly secured her wrists in the handcuffs and attached them to the headboard. He climbed onto the bed and straddled her legs pinning them down.

"Lesson one." He said his face stern again, making Buffy just melt "patience and control. You WILL NOT move, make a sound, or come without my permission. You may not ask for permission, I will decide when to grant it. This is the last time you can speak until I say so. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir" Buffy said surprising herself with how breathlessly the words slipped out.

Spike parted her legs and half lay, half knelt over her. His rock hard member was straining at the leather pants he was wearing and he positioned it between her legs. Maddeningly slowly he rubbed himself against her wet heat. As he did so, his hands went up to her hair and stroked and tugged gently as he began to place feather light kisses on her now close eyelids. He peppered her face with these kisses all the time rubbing his erection into her groin. When he had covered her face he moved up to her right hand and proceeded to gently kiss and lick his way right down her arm. He stopped just as he was about to reach her breast and moved up to her left hand and repeated the pattern. Buffy was breathing heavily now at the torture of his lips barely touching her and his cock, slowly rubbing at her.
When Spike reached her breasts this time he raised his hips off her so there was no contact of the nether regions. He sucked her right nipple into his mouth grazing it slightly with his teeth. With his right hand he tugged at her left nipple. As he circled one with his tongue and the other with his thumb Buffy mewled and lifted her hips trying to get his cock in contact with her clit. Her eyes were glazed and she was practically hyperventilating and was barely even conscious of what she had done.

Spike immediately broke all contact with the slayer lifting himself right off her. "Bad slayer" he growled at her "Now we'll have to start over." He went back to kissing her face just as he had before. This time he kept his cock well out of the way, not wanting to drive her over the edge just yet. He followed the same path as before, covering her face then slowly down her arms. This time as he sucked and tugged at her hard nipples Buffy managed to stay still and quiet apart from the fact that she was panting heavily, which thankfully Spike didn't seem to count as making noise. He moved from her breasts down to her stomach alternating between kisses, licking and tiny nibbles. He reached her navel and licked round the outside before thrusting his tongue into it. Buffy lost it "Oh God" she moaned almost out of her mind with need. Again Spike lifted up off her, this time he grabbed her hip rolling her just enough that he could give her a quick hard spank. "Bad Slayer!" He repeated. "Oh well off we go again."

The torture started over again and this time Buffy managed to still any reaction whatsoever again apart from her very ragged breathing. Spike got all the way down to her pussy this time and found it completely sopping. He grinned and slowly licked her inner lips, then evilly licked round her clit but never actually touched it. That was his biggest test for her and she did him proud. Although she closed her eyes and sounded like she was having an asthma attack she didn't move or say a word.

With a quick movement Spike freed his cock and thrust it to the hilt into her. He began to pump hard and fast lifting her hips so he could get deeper. He knew he wasn't going to last long. For all his game had been effective in winding Buffy up he had done a good job of winding himself up too. Buffy still wasn't making a sound but he felt her vaginal walls begin to flutter and her muscles all started to tense, her bodies involuntary response to her impending orgasm. Judging it just right Spike pulled out before she came. Buffy knew that to her dying day she'd never work out how she didn't cry out in disappointment, but she didn't. "Almost went there Slayer. You're not getting to come until you deserve it."

He cupped her breasts together and thrust his cock between them. He began to pump furiously against her chest, not helping her state of mind any by groaning loudly. Just as Buffy thought she was actually going to come just from seeing him fuck her tits Spike spurted up over her upper chest and lower face. As his last convulsions passed she looked at him with such pleading in her eyes that Spike took pity. Rolling off to the side he savoured the sight of her lying there covered in his cum. But reached between her legs, four fingers entered her hot passage and the other hand rubbed furiously at her clit. As he did it he said "You may come, as hard as you want baby. I want you to scream for me baby." He didn't really need to ask, Buffy went off like a rocket. Her hips grinding down on his hands she screamed out "S--P--I--K--E!"

Spike let her come down a bit before he spoke, he loved seeing her all flushed and spent like this. As she began to settle he said "Well done. You managed to wait for permission, so you got to come. You can speak now if you want to. BUT ....... And correct me if I'm wrong here, I could swear you addressed me by my name just now. What did I instruct you to call me?"

"Sir" Buffy said still gasping a little "I'm sorry sir. It's just that you were so good and your always so sexy, I couldn't help myself. I couldn't think clearly because of how wonderful you are."

"You little minx" Spike didn't even try to hide his grin. "I'm going to let you rest for a minute or so but I can't overlook your impudence. I'm afraid I'll have to tan your hide for that."

"Yes sir" Buffy said throwing her head back on the pillow and dragging in a ragged breath.

"Ok" Spike said "Five minutes then we'll move on. You better be ready to obey me by then. If not you'll either get a thrashing or a repeat performance of what just happened. If you don't obey though you will not get to come like you just did.

"Yes sir" Buffy said excitedly, ready for the next round already and loving this more than she ever would have thought possible.

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