Title: Illicit Interrogation

Author: Sarah Aless

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Rating: NC-17

Pairing: B/S

Spoilers: All AU baby.

Disclaimer: Oh how I wish I owned the characters, but with no magic genies forthcoming I have to make do with making up smutty stories for absolutely NO financial gain. Joss and ME own them………….lucky buggers!

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Summary: My first AU. One off PWP that popped into my head from a vague memory of a scene in some T.V. show I watched a couple of years ago and can’t remember the name of. We’re in Britain and Spike is a police man who’s about to make the biggest mistake of his life, accusing Buffy of something she didn’t do……or is it a mistake?




Buffy groaned as the relentless banging on the front door continued. Groggily she cracked an eye open and looked around. It took her a second or two to remember where she was. She had only lived in the new house for two weeks and the fact that she was waking up in the half-decorated living room only added to her disorientation.

It came back in a flash. She’d been waiting up for Parker to come home. Asshole Parker, her soon-to-be ex boyfriend. They’d met in college in California and started a relationship which, right from the start, had been shaky at best. Buffy was fresh out of her first major relationship with her childhood sweetheart Liam. Parker had been a shoulder to cry on that had turned into much more. They’d split up briefly when she had caught him playing tonsil hockey with some two bit ho-bag from his law class. Still emotionally vulnerable, Buffy had eventually been won round by his apologies, declarations of love and promises it wouldn’t happen again.

The axe had almost fallen again finally on their romance when she had overheard him trying to come on to her best friend Willow just after graduation. Parker had argued that she hadn’t heard what she’d thought she had. He begged her not to leave him, pleading a very good case of his remorse, adding that she was bound to jump to conclusions, given his past indiscretion. They needed a new start, he had said. Away from bad memories where they could build trust in one another again. The fact that he’d been offered a job in England was perfect, he’d insisted. They’d go there and start again, really make a go of it.

Parker had gone ahead to get set up and find a place for them and Buffy had followed a month later. She’d arrived two weeks ago, already dubious about this ‘new start’ thing working out. For the past month she’d hardly managed to speak to him for more than two minutes on the phone and her insecurities whispered to her that history was probably repeating itself. With him so far away, he had ample opportunity and his avoidance of speaking to her and vagueness when he did, did nothing to quell her doubts.

This was now the second night in a row she had waited up for him only to wake on the sofa in the living room to an empty and quiet house. She’d been stupid to come here, she berated herself. Leopards never change their spots. Parker was living it up, probably fucking every secretary in his office. She was already sick of his excuses for staying late, dinners with clients that she mysteriously couldn’t attend. These last two nights were the final straw.

Immediately in the pissiest of all pissy moods, she flung herself off the sofa to do something about the infuriating banging that continued unabated at the door.

“What?” she almost screamed as she yanked the door open.

Sergeant William ‘Spike’ Beresford held in a chuckle at the unorthodox greeting from the slightly dishevelled and obviously very grouchy little blonde before him, as he showed her his ID.

“Good morning Madam.” He said politely. “I wonder if I might have a moment of your time?”

“Um…….” Buffy tried to gather her thoughts. The guy in front of her was gorgeous. His chiselled cheekbones perfectly framing the most startlingly blue eyes she had ever seen; eyes that were looking at her in a most amused fashion. “Yeah…..uh…..come in.”

Spike grinned to himself as he followed the obviously flustered woman into her house. His eyes were drawn to her ass like it had some magnetic pull. He hadn’t failed to notice when she answered the door that she was wearing a low cut v-necked top that accentuated her breasts very nicely whilst still leaving something to the imagination. Below the waist she was wearing a ‘just long enough to be decent’ skirt, which despite its brevity still managed to be sophisticated. It also showed off her shapely legs beautifully.

With a shake of his head as they entered the kitchen at the end of the entrance hall Spike admonished himself to act more professionally. Granted, the woman in front of him was one of the loveliest he had seen in a long time but he was not here for a social call. No matter how much fun it might be to get to know her better. And that spark of annoyance and fire which had lingered in her green eyes suggested it might well be a lot of fun.

Meanwhile Buffy was having her own mental argument. She was still angry with Parker but the arrival of the undeniably handsome policeman had caused those thoughts to fade somewhat into the background. Those eyes of his had practically had her melting within seconds and she always had been a sucker for a uniform. His whole demeanour had instantly awoken something in her. He seemed ‘all business Mr Policeman’ but she had detected a hint of mischief in his amused gaze at her snappy opening.

Buffy too gave her head a little shake. The guy had been there less than a minute and already she was starting to construct a fantasy whereby he would be her means of revenge against asshole Parker. She mentally told herself to get a grip. She needed to see what this guy wanted and get him out of here so she could pack, leave a note for Parker and get the next plane home, not waste time having a frikkin fantasy about him.

Tugging down the skirt she’d put on at about 2am especially for Parker getting home she entered the kitchen and walked straight over to the kettle. She wished she’d had time to get changed before inviting a stranger into her home but he wasn’t going to be there long, so she’d just have to feel uncomfortable for a little while.

“Would you like a cup of tea?” she asked switching on the kettle, apparently this was the done thing over here, or so she’d been told.

“That’d be lovely thanks.” Spike said. “Milk and no sugar please.”

Buffy looked at him incredulously. She had totally forgotten the Brits’ habit of putting milk in their tea, she hoped she didn’t make a mess of this.

Spike was feeling a little less lusty until she turned around and he realised just how pretty she was. “If we er….if we could just have a brief chat.”

“Ok, I’m all yours.” Buffy said, internally cringing at her choice of phrasing as she took a seat at the kitchen table.

Spike followed suit and took a chair.

“This is actually probably a waste of your time Mrs……?”

“Summers, and it’s not Mrs actually.”

“Sorry right. Erm….” Spike mentally berated himself again. He had never been this unprofessional but this girl was distracting to say the least and he just didn’t seem to be able to follow a thought to completion.

“Well, I’ve only been here for two weeks so I really hope that I haven’t managed to break some crazy English law without realising it.” She joked.

Spike chuckled in response, feeling a little more at ease.

“No, you haven’t. Well, assuming what you tell me is correct about how long you have been here, you haven’t. You see I’m following up on a tip-off that we received about a month ago. We’re quite stretched down at the station and we only just got round to this one. Someone informed us that the lady who lived here was selling contraband cigarettes, smuggled in from the continent. People buy them like that because the tax is so high on tobacco here. The operation had been going for some time apparently. Obviously that’s not you.”

“Nope.” Buffy beamed at him, not exactly sure why she was suddenly in a good mood but deciding to go with it as he put his hat down on the table, smoothing back his light brown hair as he did so and looking all the cuter for it. “No contraband in this house. No sir!”

Spike grinned at that.

“Well I’m sorry to have bothered you. I must admit when you first invited me in I thought maybe you knew something about it and that you’d actually been here longer than you said. But unless I’m very much mistaken that accent is straight out of the good ol’ U S of A.”

“Wow you British policeman are pretty sharp ain’t ya?” Buffy teased. “I sure do hope I don’t get on the wrong side of you guys!”

Spike took her good-natured teasing as intended and smiled at her.

“Well, thanks for the chat anyway.” He said, making to stand up. “I’d best be off, I doubt you’d even have any useful information on the last tenant seeing as you’ve not been here long.”

“What about your tea?” Buffy asked as the kettle boiled.

Spike checked his watch. “Well I suppose I’ve time for a quick cuppa.”

Buffy made it as quickly as she could in the way she’d watched some woman on a dreadful soap do it last night. Sitting back at the table she popped it down in front of him watching his reaction carefully as he took his first sip. To Spike’s credit he managed to barely show a trace of the grimace that was lurking behind his placid face, and smiled at her.

“So where abouts in America are you from?” he asked. “I spent a bit of time in New York and a little time in California in my younger days.”

Suddenly the conversation took off. As it turned out Spike had actually passed through Buffy’s home town in California when he’d backpacked around the states. They got to talking about the cultural differences between their two mother countries. This conversation quickly degenerated into playful teasing about the crazy ways of each others societies. Both felt that the conversation was one of the most immediately easy they had had in a long time. They seemed to just click.

As the teasing became more prolific they found themselves laughing and Buffy reached out perfectly naturally and more than once placed a hand on Spike’s arm as they spoke. Throughout the conversation both parties felt themselves becoming more and more attracted to the other. Granted, the conversation was fairly superficial, but they both found each other so physically attractive that their easy banter just fuelled fires of temptation that were beginning to flicker in them both.

Eventually Spike looked at his watch again and regretfully told Buffy that he really should get going. Buffy was sad to see him go, he was the first person she had really spoken to since she got here, even including Parker. As he moved towards the kitchen door she asked a question that stopped him in his tracks.

“What if I did know something?” she asked, wondering herself where the hell that had come from.

Spike turned quickly and his friendly gaze had morphed immediately into a narrowed-eyed one of suspicion. It was a very intense look and Buffy felt it searing into her, immediately making her squirm in a strangely pleasurable kind of way.

“I….I mean……..I don’t…….know anything that is, but what I meant was……What would you have done if you thought I was hiding something from you? I mean, you’re obviously quite good at your job, already being a sergeant when you’re so young and all. I just wondered if you had any special way of finding out the truth.” Her tone turned playful. “You know if you suspected I was actually a big bad criminal who was lying to you.”

Spike wasn’t at all sure that she was going where he hoped she was with this but he had always been one to jump first and ask questions later. Fortunately this had worked in his favour in the past, which did nothing to make him think of the possible consequences to his actions.

“Well first of all Ms. Summers.” Spike said slowly crossing the kitchen, his eyes locked on Buffy’s. “I’d have to tell you that I really do NOT appreciate being lied to.”

Buffy gulped as Spike moved like a cat towards her. She suddenly realised how he had gotten promoted so quickly. His whole demeanour just screamed predator, and she found herself shrinking away against the back of her chair as he neared.

“Before I show you just exactly how I’d get you to talk I want to clear up one thing. I know you weren’t lying just now, but I don’t mind giving you a taste of what might happen if I thought you were a nasty little lying criminal.”

“Uhuh.” Was about all Buffy managed to squeak past her lips.

Spike grinned briefly as he moved towards her again.

“I’d get up really close, like this.” He said, moving round behind her and dropping his voice to a hiss as his mouth reached her ear. “So close you can literally feel me breathing down your neck. Can you feel it Summers?”

Buffy gulped again, the proximity of the highly attractive policeman proving to be intensely distracting.

“Yes.” She breathed out softly. “I feel it.”

“What was that?” he hissed in her ear, both arms coming round from behind her to rest on the table, hemming her in. “Speak up Summers I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” She exclaimed, squirming slightly in her seat.

“Then, I’d ask you if you were lying your cute little arse off because you thought I was stupid.” He said, now moving round to the other side of the table.

When Buffy didn’t answer he leaned on the table so his face was inches from hers before raising his voice to repeat the question.

“Well? Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No!” Buffy exclaimed shrinking back against her chair again. Her head reeling at how quickly this had started and how, uncomfortable, unaccountably guilty and excited she felt all at the same time.

“Well you must do.” Spike continued his face coming even closer to hers. “Pretending you only just moved here, that you know nothing about it.” Buffy was fleetingly aware of what a relief it was that he had stated his belief in her innocence before they’d started this little game.

“Putting on that ridiculous yank accent…”

“Hey!” Buffy exclaimed. “Who do you think you are calling my accent ridiculous?”

“I’m asking the questions here darlin’.” Spike snarled, abruptly standing up. “And drop the accent!”

Buffy giggled, half nervously, half because it really was amusing her that he was using her accent, something she could do nothing about, against her. Had to give it to the guy he knew how to play this kind of game.

Spike walked round to Buffy’s side and stood over her threateningly.

“Do you think this is funny?” he growled.

This just made Buffy laugh all the more, sheer nervousness now taking over now he was so close again. Just standing there, looking her up and down, a menacing calm exuding from him. The air in the room electric with the promise of something Buffy could not place.

BANG

She jumped about a foot in the air as Spike’s fist came smashing down onto the table in front of her. That did it. Buffy was on a knifes edge now. Nerves and arousal fighting around inside her, making her tummy flip and squirm. She almost wet her panties when Spike’s very next move was to reach out and grab a clump of her hair. Not hard enough to really hurt, but enough that she didn’t dare try to move it out of his grasp for fear of losing half of it.

She couldn’t help but tremble, adrenaline rushing through her entire body.

Spike noticed it immediately. Yanking her head back he lowered his mouth to her ear again.

“Finally getting through to you am I?” he said in a low growl which set off goosebumps all over her body. “Finally going to stop being a lying little bitch and pissing me off?”

“I…..I don’t know anything.” Buffy gasped out.

“Liar.” Spike said his voice still a growl but more measured and controlled and all the more chilling for it as he continued to speak. “You picked the wrong man to fuck about with sweetheart. I’ll have you confessing to everything since the great train robbery by the time I’m done with you.”

Buffy’s breathing was becoming increasingly laboured and she didn’t know how much longer she could take the game playing. She was intensely attracted to this man and he had started an ache in her pussy that would not be sated until she had him hard and thrusting inside her.

Just as that thought crossed her mind Spike rubbed the considerable bulge in his trousers against her bare arm. Her head moved instinctively to try to see how big said bulge was, but was pulled back into place immediately by Spike.

“A-a-ah,” he chided. “You look at me and start talking. Right now before I make you regret it.”

Unconsciously, under the table, Buffy’s hands moved up and down her thighs as her lower body squirmed in agitation. Again Spike noticed the movement immediately.

“What are you up to?” he asked. “Got a weapon under there have you? How silly of me not to have searched you.”

Letting go of her hair he pulled her chair out from under her as he lifted her to her feet with his other hand on her arm.

“Hand’s on the table.” He barked. “And as you ‘yanks’ say – spread ‘em.”

“Yes sir!” Buffy said, partly in jest but partly instinctive reaction. She took her assigned place and waited. This was going to be good. It had to be!

Part 2

Spike took in the delectable sight in front of him. The skirt that Buffy had so self-consciously tried to pull down when he first arrived was riding up giving him just a glimpse of her ass cheeks. For someone so petite her legs were surprisingly long and his view of them was another thing Spike was enjoying immensely. He was indescribably happy at the turn of events the day had taken.

“Let’s see what the scummy little villain is hiding.” He said, trying to keep the playful tone out of his voice. She was getting off on the ‘bad cop’ routine and he didn’t want to do anything that would spoil it.

Leaning on the table Buffy felt vulnerable and exposed. She also felt increasingly nervous as the silence lengthened. What was he up to back there? Couldn’t he get on with it already?

Her question was answered by the sound of Spike sucking in a breath, moving forward and placing his hands on her hips.

At just that touch Buffy felt moisture slip from her into her panties. Her whole body tensing as Spike moved his hands up her sides, inching ever closer to her breasts.

When he reached her chest he became rougher. Not so rough he was hurting her exactly but his hands groped at her breasts from behind making her nipples immediately erect. She knew without a doubt that he was smiling when he discovered she was braless and just what effect he was having on her.

“What have we here then?” he said in a low voice. His amusement evident when he spoke and making her squirm all the more.

“Here I am thinking the only way to get through to a hardened little criminal like you is to show you who’s boss and it turns out I could probably make you squeal in an entirely different way.” His voice dropped to that low growl again as he ground his cock into her ass.

“Do you think I could fuck it out of you?”

Buffy’s knees almost gave way at that and she actually let out a little moan of need. My God! Did the man have any idea what he was doing to her?

“D’you know I reckon I could.” He chuckled, before turning serious again. Still massaging her breasts he moved his head forward so that his mouth passed her ear, lingered at her cheek. As he expected after her reaction to his question, Buffy turned her head to bring their mouths together. Just as their lips were almost meeting, Spike pulled his head back out of her reach, giving her breasts a spiteful squeeze as he did so.

“Even so, never hurts to show you who’s boss anyway.” He said cruelly. Buffy moved to protest, to turn round and kiss the face off him.

“Face forward!” He ordered. “Hands back on the table I’m not finished searching you yet.”

Buffy stifled another moan as she did as she was told. Then another as his hands which had gone back to her hips began stroking over her ass. A quick squeeze and his hands began descending the outside of her legs. His touch now gentle, he moved breathtakingly slowly.

Although when he was moving down she would have bet it wasn’t possible, his pace slowed even further on the return journey. This time his hands were on the inside of her legs and Buffy thought she might die from over heating as they crept higher and higher.

Just as he got to the crucial area he stopped.

“Wha?” Buffy said confused and extremely aroused.

He surprised her by moving one hand to the small of her back and pushing her down so her upper body was flat to the table.

“Need to be very thorough here.” He said, one hand still holding her down, the other slipping between her legs.

“I know what type you are, and I know just where you’re most likely to hide things. Your type has no shame. Do you, you little slut?”

Buffy couldn’t have formed a word let alone a sentence as his searching fingers found her clit. She gasped and didn’t even attempt to hold back her moan this time.

“Well,” he said rubbing at her clit. “There’s definitely something here. Something very small but hard, I can feel it poking out ever so slightly.”

His rubbing became slightly more vigorous as he continued to talk. “Just can’t tell what this might be, but it seems to be making you squirm a lot doesn’t it?”

Buffy threw her head back as far as she could in her prone position and groaned.

“Spike just fuck me already!” She knew it was the only sentence she was capable of uttering right now.

“I think you’re forgetting your place here darlin’.” Spike sneered. “You’re in no position to be making demands. Now, regarding my little discovery I think I need a closer look.”

That said he pushed her skirt up her back, and yanked her underwear down to her knees in one, swift movement. Buffy’s hips pushed back towards him as his hand now met her uncovered flesh. The movement earned her a tweak on her swollen clit that made her yelp.

Grinning Spike started up a circular motion on her clit as two fingers from his other hand moved to her entrance. He was pleased but not entirely surprised to find her extremely wet. The two fingers slid in almost effortlessly and as he began to pull them in and out Buffy again fought to stop her knees from buckling.

She was hurtling towards a better orgasm than Parker had managed to give her in a long time. Her hips moved more frantically now, and Spike correctly interpreted this as a sign that she was close. Grinning to himself a little he broke contact with her completely and took a step back, ripping her panties off from round her knees for good measure as he went.

Buffy’s head whipped round, a look of utter bewilderment on her face.

“Nothing there after all.” Spike shrugged nonchalantly, almost bursting with laughter as pure frustration took the place of bewilderment on her face. He pulled a chair out into the middle of the room and pointed at it as he gave an order. “Sit.”

“You have gotta be fucking kidding me!” Buffy exclaimed straightening up. “If you think for one minute…….”

Getting right into her space Spike stood over her and using his sexiest low growl said

“How many times do you have to be told Summers?.........Sit! Now!”

That same delicious nervousness was flooding Buffy’s entire being but after what he’d just done she found herself feeling more than a little fractious.

“Make me!” she said, the look on her face managing simultaneously to dare and beg him to do so.

Spike was elated; he couldn’t have found a better, more passionate match if he’d tried. He’d so hoped he’d see some of that fire he’d seen in her earlier. Made it all the more delicious. They both knew exactly where this was heading but a bit of fighting along the way could only make things more interesting.

“Oh, so we think we’re a hard case all of a sudden do we Summers?”

Buffy’s head rose, her chin jutting out, her eyes holding his. Words seemed to have deserted her but her eyes flashed defiance.

Grabbing her by the shoulders Spike propelled her across the couple of feet to the wall on their left. Now completely immersed in their little role play Spike slammed her hard into the wall. Buffy, equally immersed barely even noticed as her passion continued to grow. She’d always known she quite liked a bit of rough stuff but this guy was taking it to another level.

Planting her hands against his chest she gave Spike a firm shove, attempting to push him far enough away that she could escape from the vulnerable position. The move caught him off guard and he took half a step back. Buffy quickly attempted to take advantage but found herself flung back against the wall; her wrists were grabbed roughly and held up by her shoulders.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Spike snarled, both of them now breathing heavily, the tension palpable.

In answer, Buffy brought her knee quickly up toward his groin, completely carried away and not thinking of the consequences of this in relation to what they both obviously wanted. Fortunately for them, Spike was far too experienced in dealing with resistance (usually to arrest) to fall for that one. Even as her leg moved he shifted his lower body back out of harms way, all the time keeping a firm hold on her arms.

Frustrated Buffy looked up into his face, about to spit words of defiance at him. However, the look she encountered on his face froze her whole body, including her tongue. Spike was slowly shaking his head, a grim smile forming beneath eyes that positively glistened with lustful malice.

“Oh, you really shouldn’t have done that.” He said in a voice that was almost a whisper. “You just gave me the most delicious idea for how to get you under control and behaving yourself.”

When he finished speaking he forced his right knee between her legs, Buffy struggling against him all the way. Slowly he pushed the knee higher and higher. Buffy’s legs were back to jelly and there was no way she could halt his progress.

When his knee connected with her crotch he began to move it as much as he could back and forth and up and down, grinding against her already highly aroused clit. Buffy threw her head back, banging it against the wall but again not noticing as she began to mewl out her pleasure.

“I knew that would do it you little slut!” Spike said, punctuating the last word with a particularly hard thrust against her sex.

“Fuck you!” Buffy said, finding her voice for a second.

It was such an easy opening Spike almost didn’t retort but in the end it was just too easy.

“Damn right you will, unless you give me the information I want. In fact, I think you need a good fucking anyway; the information is just a bonus at this stage. What do you think Summers? Should I fuck you?”

Buffy’s head rolled sideways against the wall, but she found she was utterly unable to speak as he kept up the insistent pushing against her pelvis.

“I think you want it even more than I do.” He whispered in her ear. “I think you can’t get enough of it and that’s the only reason you’re holding out on me. Well believe me, you are going to get well and truly fucked girl.”

As if his words weren’t enough to send her into hyper drive he moved his lips to the pulse point on her neck. With pointed tongue he slowly licked small circles against her skin. If he hadn’t been holding her against the wall Buffy would have sworn she’d have collapsed by now. The sound of her own harsh panting filled her ears and she opened eyes that had been closed since his knee had made contact. As she did so Spike pulled back ever so slightly and brought his mouth up to hers. Her head moved forwards to capture his lips with hers, but as before Spike pulled back. A small frown creased the skin between her eyebrows as she looked at him in confusion.

“Are you going to stop giving me trouble?” he asked.

“Y-yes, anything, whatever.” She panted, causing Spike to grin as he moved in to kiss her.

Never before had Buffy understood when people talked about kisses that made you tremble and feel like fireworks were erupting behind your eyes. She shouldn’t have been surprised, given his performance so far, that Spike was the first to make her experience a really intense kiss. Their lips moved with urgency as their tongues wrapped around each other. Buffy’s instinct kicking in long enough for her to tease a little, running the point of her tongue up the underside of his, flicking at the tip, sucking it into her mouth. Spike could feel himself losing control and abruptly pulled away from her.

Buffy’s eyes were still closed, her head lolling, cheeks flushed and hair tousled. Spike took a moment to savour the sight she presented. He’d just known she’d be a wild cat. This girl was getting him going in the biggest way! He told himself to get a grip; he had more elaborate plans than ripping her clothes off and having her right now against the wall, much as he wanted to.

In a move which startled Buffy from her lusty fug to wide awake, he let go of her arms, moved back and gripped the back of her neck. Yanking her forward he maintained his hold, shoving her back to the chair which he’d previously ordered her to sit back down on. Instinctively, Buffy reached back to try to remove his almost biting grasp, finding his grip vice like, completely immovable.

Before she knew what was happening she was sat in the chair. Spike admonishing her for trying to resist again as he forcefully pulled her arms behind the chair back where he secured them in a matter of seconds in his handcuffs.

Buffy looked up at him in astonishment as he stood back to survey his handiwork. Surely he couldn’t be planning on teasing her any more! But even as the thought crossed her mind Buffy realised that that was exactly what he was planning, because in her current position fucking would be nigh on impossible.

“That’s more like it.” Spike grinned. “I tried the nice friendly approach but you just had to push it didn’t you? Well now you have absolutely no choices darlin’. I’ve got you right where I want you and you’ll stay there until I decide otherwise.”

“Asshole!” Buffy said, unable to control her mouth it seemed.

Spike just grinned as he knelt in front of her. Shoving her skirt up around her hips, he moved in for the kill. A quick brush over her clit was all it took to have her hips shooting upwards giving Spike complete access to her entrance. Immediately he thrust two fingers inside of her, bending them in a come hither gesture and stroking the most sensitive part of her inner wall. Buffy’s legs went rigid and her hips surged towards him as he brought his mouth to her clit.

Slowly circling with his tongue and alternating between stroking and pressing with his fingers Spike listened carefully to Buffy’s responses. Although it was highly unusual to be so finely tuned to someone in this way the first time he got intimate Spike was able to judge precisely how close Buffy was to exploding. He brought her so close to the edge she thought she would die, stopping and letting her cool down before starting again; the pattern repeated at least four or five times. As he had planned, by the time he sat back for good, (Buffy still not having reached a release) she was a quivering mass of need. Exactly as pliable as he wanted her.

Moving behind her, he uncuffed one wrist bringing it round to the front along with the still cuffed wrist. Standing her up he cleared the table with a sweep of his arm – something he’d simply always wanted to do. He turned back to her almost immediately with a look of pure hunger on his face. Grabbing her he gave her another feverish kiss, holding her head in place with a tight grip on her hair.

Buffy moaned, finding the taste of herself on his lips more arousing than she’d ever have imagined. She was finding it hard to focus on anything and offered absolutely no resistance as Spike roughly bent her over the kitchen table. When she moved to lift her upper body she was immediately shoved back down, his hand holding her in position at the back of her neck.

“Stay down.” He commanded, freeing his cock and teasing the now drenched area between her legs; sliding his cock between her lips but not entering her.

With a moment of clarity Buffy realised how to get him to do what she wanted and fill what now felt to her like a gaping chasm between her legs.

“Make me.” She said, reiterating the words that earlier had caused a noticeable up-shift in his desire.

It worked. With a roar of mingled frustration and pleasure at the fact that she was still goading him, Spike thrust into her wet and waiting body.

“How do you like that?” he grunted when he was fully seated. “I warned you didn’t I? Warned you that if you kept this up I’d fuck the truth out of you. Do you like being full of my dick you little whore?”

At the risk of repeating herself, Buffy replied with a groan of deep need. He felt absolutely amazing inside of her. Filling her completely, making her inner muscles clench around his way more than adequate girth and length. Just the feeling of him in her was so intense that she didn’t know how the hell she would cope when he started actually fucking her.

She didn’t have to wait long to find out. He had planned to start off softly, slowly, gradually increase his pace until he was giving her the hammering they both wanted but it just wasn’t possible. Nor was it necessary as Buffy was more than wet enough to take anything he could give her. And god but she was about to find out just how much he could give her.

He pounded into her with complete abandon. The only sounds in the room for a moment or two were their combined rhythmic gasping and his pelvis smacking into her backside as he buried himself deep inside her over and over again. He could see her fists clenching and unclenching as she moaned encouragement and was only spurred on to even greater effort by the sight of the effect he was having on her.

“You fucking love that don’t you?” he breathed in her ear, leaning over as he continued the solid fucking. “Love taking my dick in your hungry soaking hole. Just as well darlin’ cos you are going to take all I’ve got and there’s nothing you can do about it. Tell me you love it.”

“I do…..Oh god I do…” she panted.

“Say…. it……. properly….” He said, each word on a thrust, reaching beneath her and giving her clit a tweak.

“I…..love your…… big hard dick in meeeeeeee.” She said, the last word accompanied by another tweak from him which frustratingly didn’t bring her quite to orgasm. “Oh god, please please.”

No longer fully aware of what she was saying she babbled out pleas for him to go harder, faster; trying to breath and swallow at the same time; her most basic reflexes impaired by the powerful sensations he was creating.

Suddenly she felt empty, as Spike pulled out of her and was about to send up a cry of complaint when she felt him lift her bodily and place her on her back on the table. Before she knew it, her knees were up by her ears and Spike was thrusting inside her again.

“Want to see your face when I make you cum.” He explained. “Want you to see mine too, cos I’m going to shoot my load into you any second now.”

“Oh shit…….yes…….fucking yes.” Buffy babbled throwing her head back as Spike began flicking her clit with his finger as he fucked her.

Her eyes clenched shut, all she could see was red; that glorious feeling welling up from her groin, blood rushing, breathing getting harsher until she was screaming her release in a way she’d never done before.

“Oh…stop. Stop….you have to stop…..I can’t…..Please!” she finally managed to utter as waves kept washing over her.

Spike looked down and watched his dick drilling in to her, the sight, coupled with her pleas and the spasming and squeezing of her legs causing his orgasm to rip through him. He grunted then roared out his release. Both of their voices reaching the pinnacle of an erotic crescendo before Spike half slumped down on her.

Long moments passed as they enjoyed the feeling of skin on skin, their panting, slowing and finally stopping. Spike’s head had dropped to rest on Buffy’s shoulder and eventually he lifted it to look into her face.

“We probably shouldn’t have done that.” He said. His expression telling her that he was anything but sorry that they had. A cheeky boyish grin lit his face and Buffy couldn’t help but giggle.

“Probably not.” She conceded. “But I can’t say that in my estimation that falls into the realm of a bad thing!”

Spike chuckled as he pulled himself up and out of her. Buffy propped herself up on her elbows, reclining on the table. She watched as Spike pulled his trousers up from round his knees, where they had been since ‘little Spike’ had come out to play.

She had a brief pang of regret that they had both been almost fully clothed the entire time, that she had been deprived of the sight of what she was sure would be a gorgeous body lurking under that uniform. This was quickly dispelled however as she became aware of how deliciously sore yet satisfied she was.

Spike was picking up his hat now from the floor where he had swept it.

“You forgot something else.” Buffy said, sitting up and waving her left wrist, a handcuff still dangling from it.

Spike grinned as he moved to take undo it, giving her a languorous kiss as he did so.

“Sure you don’t want to keep them as a souvenir?” Spike said. “Though I’m not sure how you’ll explain actual police handcuffs to your boyfriend.”

“Won’t need to.” Buffy stated. “First of all; I’m through with that asswipe. Second of all, you’re going to take them. And you are going to take them because you’ll need them tomorrow……”

Spike threw her a slightly confused look.

“I hear there is going to be a one person spate of shoplifting in the supermarket down the road tomorrow…………say about 2 o’clock.”

Spike grinned.

“Is that right?”

“Just what I’ve heard.” Buffy grinned back. “Do you think you that would get a response from yourself Sergeant Beresford?”

“Oh I think that would definitely merit my full attention Ma’am.” Spike said. “You’re lucky I have to get back to the station right now actually. Otherwise I’d be starting a whole new interrogation about how a certain devious little minx was so certain of her information. Might see you at 2 then, you know if you just happen to be in the vicinity when the bad stuff is going down…”

With a quick smooch he was gone. Buffy lay back on the table, Parker already history in her mind as she decided which outfit would most befit a first time shoplifter. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.

THE END