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Part 32

Standing Outside The Fire



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"We call them cool
Those hearts that have no scars to show
The ones who never do let go
And risk the tables being turned.."
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When she didn't move quickly enough, William reached out
and grabbed Buffy's hand, hauling her across the bathroom floor so
fast that her feet nearly lost contact with it.

"I didn't..." was all she managed to say before he cut her off by
taking her mouth in a brutally hard kiss. When he finally released
her, her lips felt bruised and she tried to look in the mirror.

"Where do you think YOU'RE going?" he asked, grabbing her around
the waist and yanking her up against him. "Get in the shower NOW,
Elizabeth!"

Surprised at his harsh tone and his use of her given name, Buffy
looked at him with confused eyes. She opened her mouth to say
something, but he stopped her again by turning her roughly and
almost throwing her into the shower stall.

It was an unusually large enclosure, and when she hit the far
wall and turned to face him, he had to take a few steps to get hold
of her.

"Why are you calling me Elizabeth?" she asked. "Are...are you
mad at me or something?" The only reason she could come up with
for this kind of treatment was a delayed reaction to seeing her dancing
with Xander. "Is this about...."

"Shut up!" he rapped out, placing his hands on her shoulders and
turning her to face the shower wall. Pushing her up against the cold
tile, he added, "If I wanted you to talk, I'd be asking you questions."

"Yeah, but what did I..."

A sharp slap was administered to her rear, not a terribly painful one,
but enough to sting a little.

"Hey!" she protested. "Why..."

Another slap landed on her bottom. "Did I...or did I not...tell you to
shut up?"

Buffy's confusion was now beginning to give way to irritation, but
before she went off and reminded him just who she was, she had to
be clear on one thing.

"Wait a second," she yelled, turning to face him. Then, lowering her
voice as though someone might overhear them, she whispered, "Is
this one of those...games?"

Biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, he leaned
down and looked into her wide eyes. "Yes," he whispered back.

"Ohh," she smiled and turned back to the wall. "Go ahead."


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"We call them fools
Who have to dance within the flame
Who chance the sorrow and the shame
That always come with getting burned.."
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It was difficult for him to contain his amusement, but he wanted
to show her a different side of things tonight. Forcing down the
urge to grab her and cover her with kisses, he slid his hands down
her sides and took a firm hold on her hips.

"Were you a good girl while I was gone?" he asked, in a deceptively
gentle tone of voice.

"Yes," she nodded. He could hear the laughter in her voice, so he
gave her another slap on the rear. "Ow!"

"Don't lie to me," he warned. "Were you a good girl?"

"Um...yes....I mean NO!" she yelped, sensing him drawing his hand
back to spank her again. "I was bad. I was very, very bad."

The hand paused in mid-swing.

Buffy turned her head to look at him. "I think you have this
backwards," she informed him. "You spank me when I say I
was good and then you don't when I say I was bad?"

"That's because you were lying to me when you said you'd
been good. I won't punish you for telling the truth." He smacked
her ass again. "That's for being bad in the first place."

Buffy reached behind her and rubbed her sore bottom. "Well,
that's ME for you...bad to the bone."

Unable to help himself, he chuckled. "Tell me what bad things
you did."

There was a long pause. "Everything?" she finally asked.

"You'd BETTER tell me everything," he cautioned her.

Since her sins were hardly of Biblical proportions, she had to
improvise. "Let me think," she stalled. "Oh! I had sex with lots
of guys...and...and girls. We had orgies."

William sighed. "Do you even KNOW what an orgy is?"

"Sure, I do," Buffy insisted. "I went to three or four a week."

"Liar," he said, smacking her again. He leaned against her and
rubbed his cock in the cleft of her ass.

Which was really starting to hurt. "Could you...um...not so hard?"
she requested.

He answered her by tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling
her head back. "Now you know what it means to be a vampire's
wife," he hissed in her ear.

Figuring that it was time to start participating, Buffy elbowed
him in the abdomen and stomped down on his foot as hard as
she could.

The blow caught him by surprise, and he doubled over at the
force of it.

"Now YOU know," she said, turning to face him, "what it
means to be a slayer's...oh!...are you all right?"

"Fine thanks," he said through clenched teeth. "Why don't we
try something else?"


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"But you've got to be tough
When consumed by desire
Cause it's not enough just to
Stand outside the fire..."
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"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

Buffy watched as William tied her wrists to the brass
headboard of the bed, using her torn apart pantyhose
for manacles. Her ankles were already bound to the
footboard.

"It's not that I don't want to," she assured him. "It's lots of
fun, but...what if there's a fire?"

He smiled. "I promise to untie you."

Cinching the final knot tight, he moved to lie down next to
her.

"I know!" she said brightly. "Why don't we go and do
something in public?"

"Sweetheart," he said, with complete sincerity. "I think you'll
enjoy this, but just tell me if you want to stop."

"Don't worry...I will."


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"We call them strong
Those who can face this world alone
Who seem to get by on their own
Those who will never take the fall.."
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William rolled out of bed and reached for his trousers.

"What...what are you doing?" Buffy asked anxiously.

"I'll be right back," he promised, heading for the door.

"What do you MEAN you'll be right back?!" she squeaked. "Be
right back from where?" Feeling a mild panic begin to rise inside
of her, she pulled against her bonds.

"Baby...relax," he soothed her. "I'm just going to the car, I
swear." He had to smile at her worried little face. "Sweetheart,"
he said. "I wouldn't leave you here, tied to the bed."

"Well...why are going to the car?" she asked uncertainly.

"I have some things for you that I want to get."

"I don't need anything," she said quickly. "Really. I'm fine."

The car was no more than ten feet from the cottage door, she
knew that. Still...tied to a bed and all...it suddenly seemed a lot
farther away. Anything could happen.

William watched the play of her emotions, plain on her pretty
face for anyone to see. "Buffy," he said quietly. "Don't you trust
me?"

Well, how could she NOT, after him saying a thing like that?

"I trust you," she said weakly, then took in a deep breath. "Hurry
back?"


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"We call them weak
Who are unable to resist
The slightest chance love might exist
And for that forsake it all..."
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TBC....





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