Chapter 4 – Two out of three ain’t bad
Spike paced the floor of his room at the Sunnydale Inn. His agitation at her non-appearance was eating him up from the inside out. Three nights he had spent without her in his bed. Three nights of fitful sleep, three nights of longing and loneliness.
She had to come to him soon.
He had made the decision to allow her some freedom with her family. His love for her was all-consuming, but she did not believe him. How could she think that he would pass her over for someone new? She had been his only lover since he had set eyes on her at her audition in his club. Her golden looks and emerald eyes had captured his heart as none other had before or since.
But she would never love him.
Resigned to the fact that he would never have her heart, he was happy to hold her with sex. She may not like that fact that they were fantastic together, but it was her weakness. Together they were dynamite, and even after all their years together the chemistry was still strong. Her body craved him, no matter how he had her. Her sweet juicy quim quivered at the sound of his voice, and creamed at his sure touch.
It was all he had to hold her.
The brightly coloured walls were closing around him. It was barely nine in the evening, and Buffy would have returned home from the hospital hours ago. He had happily gone along with her plans from the moment they had stepped down from the train. Allowing himself to be introduced as her fiancé to her sweet nibblet of a sister, and her still beautiful mother. Allowing himself to be relegated to this hellhole of a hotel room while Buffy slept at her mother’s house to be near Dawn. Allowing himself to be almost banished from her life as she spent all her time with the mother. Allowing himself to hate his own feelings of abandonment from her while she comforted her sister and kept vigil at her mother’s side.
When had he become so selfish?
His first thought should be about Buffy’s needs, not the needs of his body. Her mother was dying, and he was doing the right thing by bringing her home. His conscience was clear, he had done everything he could to make Buffy’s time with her family her own.
But, God, he missed her.
He spent his days at her side while she held her mother’s hand. Joyce Summers did not have long to live; that fact had been confirmed by her specialist almost as soon as they had arrived at the hospital three days before. Buffy had arrived just in time, the end would be soon and she needed to be here to say her ‘Good-bye’.
But did she need to close him out too?
Selfish bastard, he thought to himself. His kitten was going to lose someone close to her, and here he was pacing the floor because she preferred her family to him. Anxiety rose within him suddenly, its grip tight in his chest. What if her need of his money died along with her mother? Would she leave him and return to her sister? Would she refuse to come back to New York and continue to live with him?
Of course she would. Why would she do otherwise?
For the first time in three days he realised he was losing her. Her absence from his bed suddenly lost all importance to him. He was going to lose her forever, and he could think of nothing to hold him at his side. She had made it very clear that she was with him for what he could provide for her family, but if her family didn’t need his money any longer, what would she do?
The answer came to him in a flash; she would leave him.
Leave him for the pleasures of sleepy Sunnydale. Leave him for her sister’s sake, and leave him alone for hers. Oh she would be tearful and hold him tightly, but her heart would let him go without a moments thought.
And she would never come back.
What could he do to keep her? Declarations of love meant nothing to her. She thought of herself as his whore, and he had tried everything he knew to convince her otherwise; but she would not change her mind. Her heart was a closed book to him, and he couldn’t open the cover. Her heart was locked tight as a drum against him, and the feeling hurt. Suddenly the solution screamed into his head. It was so simple that he wondered why he had never thought of it before.
When she finally came to him, he would make love to her for the first time without protection. He would make her pregnant with his child. Surely she wouldn’t leave him then. A child would bind her to him forever.
Smiling for the first time in days, Spike settled his body down on the bed. For now he was content to wait.
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Buffy sat on the couch in her mother’s cosy lounge holding Dawn’s hand tightly in hers. The hospital staff had been kind to them, but they had made it plain that they should go home. Huddled together on the couch, the sisters were united in grief. Their mother would be gone from them in the next few days, and they needed each other.
Dawn’s head was resting on Buffy’s shoulder as she cried. Silent tears of regret were pouring from Buffy’s eyes as she held her sister close. Regret for spending so long away from home, and regret that she had not come home sooner.
Her years spent in New York seemed unreal somehow. Sure, she had let Spike make her into his whore, but she had not really fought his desires. In his arms she could forget the situation back in Sunnydale. In his arms she could almost believe he loved her. In his arms she could feel safe, protected from the harsh realities of losing a beloved mother and being responsible for her sister.
In his arms, she could feel whole and complete.
Shaking her thoughts aside, she cuddled Dawn closer to her. Noticing her sister’s distress was ebbing, Buffy pulled slightly away from her sister to look into her eyes.
“It’ll just be you and me soon, Dawnie.” Buffy sniffed. “I won’t be going back to New York.” Her statement held a finality that Dawn could understand.
“What about William, Buffy?” Dawn asked. “Will he be staying too?”
A faint smile played about Buffy’s lips as she answered. “No Dawn. Spike won’t be living with us. He has a successful business in New York, and I think he needs to get back there soon.”
Dawn face held a look of faint confusion. While Buffy and Spike had been at her mother’s bedside, she had noticed the looks of love and concern that Spike had thrown her sister’s way. She had also noticed that Buffy had hardly looked at him all the time they had been with their mother, but she had put that down to concern for her mother’s welfare.
“What about your wedding?” Dawn wondered aloud. “If you’re engaged to Spike, you’ll be getting married soon. Are you telling me that you’re breaking up with him over me?”
Panicking, Buffy was quick to reassure her sister. “We’re not breaking up because of you, Dawnie. Get that out of your head right now. Spike and I……”
Noticing Buffy’s hesitancy, Dawn interrupted her. “Spike and you are what, Buffy?”
“It’s complicated, Dawn.”
Suddenly Dawn drew back from her sister’s embrace. “Complicated,” she spat at her. “Just how complicated can it be, Buffy? The man is so totally in love with you that a blind man could see it.”
Shocked at her sister’s outburst, Buffy stared at her.
“Spike doesn’t love me, Dawn. We don’t have that kind of relationship.”
Open-mouthed, Dawn stared at her sister in disbelief. “You don’t love him, do you Buffy?”
“I’ve told you Dawn, it’s complicated.”
“Complicated, my ass”
“Dawn,” Buffy exclaimed, surprised by her sister’s language. “Where did you learn words like that? Mom would whip you with a switch if she could hear you.”
Tears in her eyes at the mention of her mother, Dawn continued to talk. “Never mind, Buffy. I want to know how you and Spike are complicated. He loves you to distraction, but you hardly look at him.” Comprehension suddenly dawned on her as she looked at her sister’s guilty expression. “You’ve been using his money to keep us, haven’t you?” she accused.
Hands folded tightly in her lap, Buffy let her eyes drop rom her sister’s face. Silently she nodded her agreement to Dawn’s accusation.
“Does he know, Buffy?”
Again Buffy nodded. “He’s known since before we came out here. I told him once I got your letter begging me to come home.” Suddenly tears rolled down her cheeks. “He was so good about it, Dawn. He just held me and told me that we were going to Sunnydale to see mom. He took me to Tiffany’s and bought me this ring.” She declared as she held her left hand up for Dawn’s inspection. “He said it would help if mom thought we were a bone-fide couple instead of just lovers.” Shocked that she had said too much, Buffy closed her lips tight.
“Lovers” Dawn queried. “You and Spike sleep together?”
Throwing her head back on the couch, Buffy smiled. “Eventually,” was her only reply.
“How long have you been together?”
Still staring at the ceiling, Buffy almost laughed. “Since a few weeks after I left Sunnydale.”
Dawn was more confused than ever, Buffy had left home three years ago. “You’ve been his lover for three years, but you claim not to love him?”
“As I said Dawnie, it’s complicated.”
“Where is he now, Buffy?” Dawn asked.
“He has a room at the Sunnydale Inn. We decided that he couldn’t stay here while he was in Sunnydale.” Turning her head towards her sister’s face, Buffy smiled. “He thought I would spend the day with you and mom, and the night with him. Boy, did he get a shock.” Suddenly Buffy laughed for the first time in days. “He can’t go without someone in his bed for long, Dawn. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s not down at some club somewhere looking for my replacement.”
Dawn’s voice rose high as she spoke. “You believe that? God, you are so stupid at times, Buffy.” Noticing the frown on her sister’s face, Dawn chose to ignore it. “He could have put you out in the street in New York the minute you told him about me and mom; but he didn’t, did he? He put a ring on your finger and got you home to us as soon as he could. Where is your heart Buffy? Did you leave it behind you in Sunnydale when you went off to New York? Did you put it in a box in you bedroom as you packed your clothes? The man loves you Buffy, even if you are too stubborn to see it.”
Exasperated by her sister’s utter stupidity over Spike, she suddenly grabbed Buffy’s hands.
“Go talk to him Buffy.” Dawn whispered. “Go now and see him. Let him know that what he feels isn’t only a one-way thing, ‘cause I don’t believe you when you say you don’t love him.”
Buffy’s eyes fell to their joined hands. “He’ll be angry at me Dawn, and I don’t think I can handle his anger right now.”
“Well, would you blame him?” Dawn cried. “You told him you would go to him, but you haven’t left my side or mom’s. All the time you’ve been home he’s done nothing but support you and give you space, and you treat him like shit. If he has gone to find another woman, then I wouldn’t blame him one bit.”
Fierce eyes turned on Dawn, as Buffy rose from the couch. “He can fuck half of Sunnydale for all I care.” She screamed at her sister. “He was only a means of getting easy money, and I don’t need him anymore.”
Anger like she had never known brewed inside Dawn. “Fine, Buffy. If that’s the case then do the decent thing and go to his hotel room and tell him to his face. Don’t sit here thinking he’ll work it out for himself. He was there when you needed him, now do the right thing and tell him you’re not going back to New York.”
Buffy suddenly rose from the couch, and looked around the room for her shoes. “Okay, Dawn. If that’s what you want, then that’s what I’ll do.”
Dawn rose and stared at her sister. “This isn’t what I want, Buffy. This is what you want…..isn’t it?”
Suddenly the anger faded from Buffy. “You’re right, Dawn. He deserves more than a peck on the cheek at the railroad station. I’ll go and talk to him.”
“Good,” Dawn smiled. “Don’t worry about how long it takes you to come home. I’ve been living alone since mom went into hospital. I’m quite capable of locking the doors and getting myself ready for bed.” Suddenly she kissed Buffy’s cheek then whispered in her ear. “Be kind to him, Buffy. Telling him you’re not going back to New York is going to hit him hard.”
“I don’t think so, Dawnie. Spike can manage to live without me in his bed.”
As Buffy made ready to leave, Dawn followed her with her eyes. She wondered how her sister could be so blind. Spike so obviously loved her to distraction, yet Buffy seemed determined not to see it. If Spike had any sense, he would keep Buffy beside him tonight. She might not realise it yet, but her sister needed him.
Finally Buffy was ready to leave, and Dawn went with her to the door.
“Don’t come home, Buffy. Say good-bye to him by being with him tonight.”
Slightly shocked by her sister’s acceptance of her sex-life, she smiled. “I’ll be home when I can. I’ve got keys, so lock up behind me.”
Smiling, Dawn gave her sister a hug. “He’ll be there waiting for you, Buffy. I just know it.”
“We’ll see” was all her sister said as she closed the door behind her.
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Spike knew it was Buffy as soon as the timid knock sounded at his room door. His breath almost stopped in his breast with excitement, but there was a touch of fear inside him too. Had she come to say good-bye as he was sure she wanted to. Would he be able to keep her?
Nervously he opened to hotel room door. Three nights without her had sharpened his need of her embrace, and he almost pulled her into the room.
Strong arms enfolded her as the door closed behind her. Buffy barely had time to breathe before Spike’s warm lips closed over hers. His tongue delved into her mouth, and she could not help her body’s reaction to his touch. Her arms wound around his neck, as she pulled him closer to her.
“Missed you, Kitten” he murmured in her ear. “Missed you so fucking much.” Small biting kisses accompanied his words as he made his way down her neck. “Don’t leave me so long again, Buffy. I was going nuts without you.”
Buffy was lost in his words. His voice always made her weak, but when he nibbled at her neck she was lost. She could feel her essence pool between her legs at his touch, and she wanted to be rip off his clothes and feast on his skin.
Spike could sense her need, but she still needed to be punished for leaving him alone for so long. After so many years together, he knew exactly how to do it, and bring her the greatest pleasure. Pulling her close to him, he let his hands rove over her tight little ass before he slapped it….hard.
Shock made her pull away from him. Rubbing her sore rear, she glared at him. “What the hell was that for?”
“You’ve been a bad girl, Buffy. You’ve left me here with only my hand for company. Now you’re here pet, you’re going to be very good for your Spike.” His voice dropped as he whispered against her lips. “Now lose the clothes luv, and get into position.”
Hard emerald eyes stared back at him as she started to undress. She thought she wouldn’t want to do this with him again, but the sound of his voice and the intensity of his kiss almost brought her to her knees. Quickly her clothes landed in a heap on the floor.
“Just where do you want me, oh lord and master” she bit out contemptuously.
Spike has removed his clothes at the same time as Buffy, and he now sat proudly naked and erect on the edge of the bed. “I want you over my knee, sweetcakes. Your sweet little arse needs some paddling for being a bad girlfriend.”
Excited by his words, she stalked towards him. Deliberately swinging her hips as she walked, she smiled at him sweetly as she positioned herself over his bare knees. She laid her head comfortably on the bed, and lifted her peach of an ass in the air for his touch.
Spike wasted no time in rubbing his warm hand over the trembling globes presented for his pleasure. Her warm skin rippled against his hand. She might deny it, but she loved this even more than he did. He had taught her well.
Buffy was surprised that he hadn’t punished her yet. He seemed to be taking his time, and her body craved his touch. Each sweep of his hand only excited her further, and she wiggled against him in silent invitation.
“Not yet, sweetheart” Spike crooned above her. “I want to do some other things to you before I paddle you hard. Now open those sweet legs for me.”
Almost incoherent with need, Buffy hastily complied. Her ass was high in the air, he toes buried deep in the carpet as her body waited in anticipation for his touch. When it came she nearly jumped out of her skin.
Slowly Spike drew his fingers down from her tight puckered hole to her clit. She was already wet and wanting, but he was determined to draw this out. All his senses told him to just fuck her, but he wanted to torment her with pleasure. He wanted her to need him.
Back and forth his fingers ravaged her wide open crack. In and out his fingers delved into her cunt, their knowing length tickling the sweet spot inside her. Slowly he pushed a dew wet finger into her tight ass, and revelled in her response. She loved a good ass-fuck, but he only let her have one when he was in the mood too. As he added another finger to the first, he could feel her breathing become erratic and fast.
“Where do you want me to fuck you, Buffy?” he whispered. “Do you want my cock in your tight little quim, or do you want me to fill that tight little arse of yours till you scream my name.”
Her body was twisting frantically against his. The feel of his fingers so long and clever inside her was beyond her comprehension. She could hardly speak, and she wondered how long he would torture like this before he allowed her to come.
“Cat got your tongue, Buffy?” he murmured sweetly as he continued to see-saw his fingers inside her. “Where do you want it, Buffy?”
Desperate to come, she thrashed her head from side to side. She knew she had to answer him, or he would punish her for her silence. Would that be so bad, she thought? No, the punishment would be worth it. Stubbornly she kept silent and a secret smile, hidden by the comforter on the bed, lit her face.
“No answer, pet.” Spike chided as he removed his fingers from her ass. “Then I’ll just have to punish you won’t I?” Deftly he brought his left hand down hard across both cheeks.
Buffy cried into the comforter at his touch, but lifted her ass high into the air begging for his next move. Spike didn’t need a second invitation, and slowly paddled her behind till her ass cheeks were shiny and red from his hand.
She trembled, she cried, she squirmed and she begged him to hurt her more. Each slap was accompanied by the smoothing motion of his hand over his marks. It was if he wanted to spread the pain, and she loved it. When the slaps increased in both tempo and intensity, she started to beg.
She wanted this, she needed this.
Suddenly Spike moved her legs as far apart as he could. She was still sprawled across his lap, and he could feel her juices trail down his leg. It was taking everything he had not to bury himself inside her, but she needed to know to whom she belonged. Not just at this moment when she was desperate to come, but forever.
Lifting his hand high, he slapped her hard across her clit. Her orgasm was intense and long. Biting hard on the comforter, she tried to stop her screams of delight, but it only dulled their intensity.
As she calmed, Spike moved her down to the floor positioning her on her knees between his feet. “Did you just come without permission, Buffy?” he asked gently.
Head bowed, her face not in his line of vision, she smiled. He had not given her leave to come, and now she would be punished some more. Maybe he would fuck her in the ass as punishment for her wrong-doing. She really hoped so.
“I did” she whispered to the floor.
Spike thrust his hands into her hair, and pulled her face to his cock. “Well you’ll just have to suck your master dry, won’t you sweetheart?”
“Yes master” she whispered as she placed her generous mouth over his weeping tip. Slowly she moved her mouth up and down his length. Bringing her right hand into play, she pulled him further into the hot cavern of her mouth, her hand in total tune with her mouth. Her left hand was busy fondling his heavy balls, her small pinkie finger making forays into his ass.
Spike couldn’t take his eyes from hers. All the time she was sucking and fondling him, she stared into his eyes. Lust and desire had turned her pupils large and black, the emerald almost gone. With her mouth pulling him further into her throat and her soft hands stroking him in all the right places, it wouldn’t be long before he poured himself down her throat.
Within a minute it was over. She was, without doubt, the best little cocksucker on God’s green earth, and she loved doing it. Seeing him helpless in her power was as great a turn-on for her as being punished.
God, he really loved her.
Spent at the depth of his orgasm, Spike fall back on the bed, his feet still firmly planted on the floor.
Buffy stayed on her knees at his feet. She knew not to move till he told her to, and the anticipation of what he would do next filled her with excitement. He was never predictable, and she was not sure what he would want her to do next, so she waited patiently for her command.
“Buffy” Spike murmured from his place on the bed. “That was one of your best luv, but I’m still angry at you for leaving me so long.” Lifting his head slightly he smiled into her eyes. “Now get that sweet cunt of yours over my face before I change my fucking mind.”
Smiling widely, Buffy climbed up his body slowly. She made sure that her body kept contact with his as she moved to position her now twitching clit over his mouth. He was so talented with his mouth, and she could hardly wait to feel his tongue soothe her ache.
Lowering herself carefully over his waiting mouth, she pushed one hand into his hair. The other was placed beside his head for balance; she didn’t want to smother him. With skill borne from practice, Spike licked her clean-shaven cleft. Swirling his tongue around her clit he revelled in the pain of her hand clutching his hair. Pointing his tongue into a hard point, he flicked it back and forth rapidly until she was whimpering her need above him.
God, she was glorious.
Suddenly he stopped, and she looked down at him in consternation. “You can come now, Buffy” he whispered as he went back to tormenting her clit.
Her orgasm was immediate. Her juices poured from her hole, and he had to close his eyes to stop them running into his eyes. Slowly he licked her clean as she came down for her high. Moving his hands to her waist, her drew her down to lie on top of him. He kissed her thoroughly, letting her taste herself on his tongue. She loved to taste herself on him, and who was he to deny her.
“Now we fuck, baby” he told her as he quickly reversed their position till she lay beneath him.
“God yes, Spike” she whimpered. “Do it hard and fast.” Lifting her head, she placed a loving kiss on his open mouth. “And I want it in the ass.”
Smiling to himself, Spike managed to keep his face hard. “I decide where I put my cock Buffy, not you.”
“Put it in my ass Spike; or I won’t blow you ever again.”
“Well if you threaten me like that I’ll just have to do what my lady asks now, won’t I?”
He moved from her then and she whimpered at the loss of his touch. Laying back on the bed, he placed his hand around his cock, and tilted his head. She smiled at him sweetly. He wanted her to lie with her back against his front while he fucked her ass. Lifting her body over his, she let him slowly push himself inside her.
No matter how many times they did this, the pleasure was always like the first time. As his long thick cock pushed hard into her tight ass, she could feel the fluttering of sensation roll through her whole body. A nice conventional fuck in the cunt was wonderful, but the pure pleasure of a dick up the ass was out of this world.
Once he was seated to the hilt, Spike threw his head back against the pillows as he thrust hard inside her tight little passage. He loved to fuck her like this, but he only did it when she begged, and right now she was begging to be fucked blind. Hard and fast he moved inside her, his hands pulling at her sweet little nipples as she writhed on him. Moving his left hand slowly down her body, he quickly found her clit. He was ready to come, and he wanted her with him. He needed her with him.
Screams of pleasure rolled around the room as their joint orgasm struck. Spike’s head thrashed on the pillows, and Buffy’s body bucked forward over his. As her ass muscles held her tightly to him, Spike was sure he was going to pass out at the intense pleasure. Belatedly her remembered that he was trying to make her pregnant, and he needed to fuck her normally for that.
But for now, this would do. A nice hot shower was called for. He wanted his dick clean and fresh for when he took her next, and she wasn’t leaving this room until he had. Disentangling their still joined bodies made them both giggle. Slurping sounds and the slight popping of a softening cock falling out of an ass was the downside of sex, and they always found it funny.
Pulling Buffy toward him, Spike kissed her for a long time. He wanted to show all his love and devotion through this kiss, and he held her naked body close to his as he devoured her.
“That was wonderful, Buffy. I take it you missed me as much as I missed you.”
Spike knew immediately he had said the wrong thing. Her smile turned into a frown, and he knew he was losing her. She has taken her pleasure, and now she wanted to leave. In his mind he screamed at her to stay with him, to hold him, to love him.
“So you want to go back home with your virtue fluttering and your conscience clear.” Disappointment and fear made him sound like a rebellious child, but he didn’t know what to do.
“You told me back in New York that you thought yourself my whore. Well the shoe’s on the other foot sweetheart, because you just treated me like one.”
From out of nowhere, her hand struck his face. “You fucking lousy bastard,” she screamed at him. “My mother is dying and doesn’t even know I’m sitting beside her, and all you can think about is sex. God, you make me sick to my stomach.”
Anger at him and anger at herself for letting him fuck her, made her voice hard.
“Yes it was wonderful wasn’t it Spike.” A hard smile appeared on her mouth as she lifted her clothes from the floor and started to dress. “I hope you really did enjoy it, because it will never happen again. I’m home in Sunnydale, and I never intend to go back to New York.”
Removing the ring from her finger, she flung it down on the bed. “It’s been a lousy three years Spike. The sex was great, but being your whore drove me mad. I don’t need your money or your body anymore, so you can just fuck off back to where you belong.”
Spike stared at her for a long moment before he rose slowly from the bed.
“This isn’t the end, Buffy. I’m in your blood like a fever and you crave me the way I crave you.”
Striding towards her, he pulled her mouth under his and plundered the soft interior of hers. He kept kissing her till she responded, then he let her go.
“You keep on telling yourself that I mean nothing to you, but you WILL come back to me.”
“In your dreams, Spike. I’ll never come back to New York. Dawn needs me now, and I only every needed your money.”
“Oh you needed more than that, Buffy. You need the type of loving I give you.”
Balefully she stared at him as she dressed.
“I might want you, Spike. And in some twisted way I might even need you.” As she walked towards the door, she turned and gave him a hard smile. “But there is no way I’m ever gonna love you.”
With her parting words ringing in his ears, Spike stared at the door she had slammed in her wake as she left the room.
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Sorry for the long long long delay. RL kicked my up the backside for a long time there. I have a new job that is very demanding, and lots of other issues I need to deal with too. Please don't be angry with me, and take the time to read and review.