SOMETHING WICKED
Author: Aislynn
Disclaimer: It’s not mine all of it belongs to Joss, and Mutant Enemy. I just fell in love with characters from the very first episode.
Summary: First off thanks for the reviews I appreciate them again sorry for the delay in updates RL sometimes intrudes. I am hoping to have an update up every other day perhaps more if I can. Things are moving right along a lot is going to happen in this chapter, I just hope you like it.
Rating: NC-17
End of Chapter 6
“You didn’t seem to mind the taste of her that time, now did you pet?” Spike watched her eyes filled with lust seconds before fill with rage, smirking he walked to the door.
“Sunday won’t be joining you tonight.” He ran his tongue along his lips. “She is going be occupied with other things, I might stop by too bring you something to eat, then again I might not.”
The click of the lock sounded like a gunshot in the room and Buffy growled softly getting to her feet. If he thought that was it he was dead wrong.
Chapter 7 – Shadows
Buffy sat staring at the door as she had for what seemed an eternity seriously considering kicking it off the hinges. It would take little or no effort the door and the lock weren’t exactly made to stand up to vampire strength.
In the past, she would have reacted instantly kicking the door in without thinking. But what would that get her, another confrontation with her Sire? Sire’s she had absolutely no idea about the intricacies of the relationship between Sire’s and their Childe. This was defiantly an area she would research in the near future and see if there were any loopholes.
And just what in the hell was he doing with Sunday anyway? Buffy pushed herself off the bed and began to pace. Sunday was hers he agreed. If he hurt one head on the girls head he would pay.
She knew instinctively she was unable to fight Spike something inside of her held her back. For whatever metaphysical reason Spike had some control over her because of his status as her Sire, and that was the problem. Buffy always fought things head on and in this case that was not an option, at least not yet. If she couldn’t fight back directly there were other avenues she simply had to explore. All she needed to do now was figure out what she wanted, and how to make it happen.
So far Buffy had been focused on Spike and how he wasn’t spending time with her, when she should have been trying to figure out how to gain the power in their relationship. Power was essential if you didn’t have power you weren’t in control which meant you were at the mercy of someone else. Pacing furiously she turned the problem over in her mind again and again until she stopped a smile touching her lips.
The answer had been right in front of her all along. She didn’t need to fight Spike to bring him to his knees. Spike was her sire and in the scheme of things he had the power in their relationship, but he had one weakness. A weakness he had displayed over and over again since the very moment she met him and that was his precious Drusilla. The smile faded as Buffy felt Amon agree, that was defiantly going to take some getting used to.
In their little family triangle as crazy as Dru was she held the power and in the end that was it always came down too, power. A plan started to form in her mind, as she settled down on her bed. The first step was getting Spike to open up that damn door and give her the key to her freedom willingly. The rest would follow now she just had to figure out how to get him to let her out of this cage he created.
Spike leaned against the doorway watching Sunday being for lack of a better term domestic.
“Buffy won’t be needing that tonight.” Spike spoke softly but Sunday still jumped knocking down the pitcher sending the crimson liquid across the surface of the table.
“Then you’re letting her out to feed?” Sunday asked, turning toward the Master. Spike had always unnerved her as he did others because he was unpredictable. Not to mention anyone who doted on a crazy loon like he did would give her pause.
“No.” Spike replied meeting her gaze not liking the independence within their depth. “I have something else for you to do tonight.”
“I have to take,” Sundays works were stopped as his hand wrapped around her throat effectively silencing her.
“I know you wouldn’t contradict my orders you’re not that stupid. I let Buffy keep you, doesn’t mean I can’t take you back.” Spike growled softly and let the girl go shoving her back slightly. “Dru and Melanie miss playing with you since you started your own little nest.” He saw fear spark within the depth of her gaze a smirked. “I am sure they would love a new pet.”
“Buffy would.” Sunday whispered but her words trailed off as Spike moved forward.
“I could make sure you never see Buffy again.” Spike purred closing the distance between them.
“Just the thought is striking fear into your heart.” Spike smirked, “This little bite I bet you never felt its like, you don’t even know what you did do you.” Spike brushed his fingers against Buffy’s bites and Sunday moaned softly.
“It binds you to her in ways you can’t even begin to understand, if she desired it you would be her slave do anything just to please her, anything to keep yourself by her side.” Spike leaned close forcing her back against the shelving behind her using it to brace himself as he met her gaze.
“Now can I count on you tonight?” Spike asked softly.
Sunday broke their gaze she couldn’t hold his gaze any longer for in this case Spike was dominant and she simply wasn’t at his level. “Yes.” She responded softly.
“That’s a good girl.” Spike reached down and gently lifted her chin up. “And think once you’re all done, you can run back to Buffy’s arms.”
“What would you like me to do, master?” Sunday asked, softly head bowed.
“It’s simply really shouldn’t take you more than a few hours if that.” Spike smiled, the task wasn’t important just something he wanted done and anyone could have done it. Sunday had her little pack of idiots to help her, and it helped him teach Buffy a lesson. Spike gave a few minions instructions to watch Sunday if the girl didn’t do as she was told he would take care of her, when he got back.
Spike walked into his lair a few hours later and after stopping by Dalton’s to make sure he was working on Dru’s cure he stopped by Buffy’s room. They were well on their way Dalton had figured out how to use the damn key to discipher the ritual and soon enough Dru would be well again.
A smile touched his lips finding the door still locked a small part of him had hoped she would have retaliated in some manner so he could punish her but she had been a good little girl. Turning the lock he opened the door to find her curled up on the bed her back to him a single candle burned low illuminating the room in a soft shadowy light. Not what he expected a raging hellcat yes, not the sight before him.
Shutting the door behind him, he walked toward the bed his gaze sliding over her as he lowered himself on the edge of the bed.
“Why do you hate me?” Came the soft question and Spike was surprised enough that he didn’t answer right away. He didn’t hate her quite the opposite she was his he wanted to protect her from all the things that could hurt her. Silly little idea he knew but it was what he had intended.
“I don’t hate you, pet.” Spike responded reaching out caressing her arm gently.
“You must, you treat me little better than an animal locked away in a cage. That’s what this room is to me a cage. I am nothing more than a plaything.” Buffy rolled over so she could see him and so that he could see her.
Spike wasn’t sure how to respond if she had yelled and screamed at him he would have known how to handle it. Yet as she rolled over and looked at him with sadness pooling in her eyes, he was lost.
He couldn’t tell her why he kept her locked up because unlike his Sire, he wanted too keep her safe. Not to mention that he wanted her all to himself but that wasn’t something you told someone because it gave them power.
Reaching out he gently brushed his fingers across her cheek, his gaze following their progress toward her lips. Brushing his fingers across the surface of her lips he felt her lips part slightly her tongue flicking out gently tasting him.
“You are my childe I could never hate you.” He responded his gaze focused on her eyes. “You are mine it’s actually rather simple we simply choose to make it more complicated than it is.”
“Is this what its like between you and Dru?” Buffy asked and his gaze left hers and she felt him stiffen slightly at the mention of his Sire. His hand slid from her face slowly, and she felt the loss of his touch intensely.
“No.” Spike responded honestly when he was first made he was more like Dru’s new pet she toted him along showing him off like a prize. The more vicious he was the more satisfied she was her little pet. Mostly he knew she did it to piss off Darla and Angelus who at times were so consumed by one and other they barely noticed her presence.
Daddy, as she liked to call Angelus allowed Spike to stay because he took care of Dru even when she was off her rocker. It had been that way from the beginning. Spike chose to stay because they were family and Dru was his Sire and she needed him. He knew it but he loved her anyway and taking care of her filled a need within him in one way or another living or dead he found himself caring for some who was ill.
“What did you do to Sunday?” Buffy found herself asking softly.
“She is doing a little errand for me.” Spike replied his gaze sliding down to her lips. “Don’t worry I didn’t hurt your girl, she will be back soon enough.” Spike’s gaze trailed back up to Buffy’s gaze. “Then the two of you can go out.”
Buffy’s surprised and questioning gaze flickered up to his, and he gave her a wicked smile. Spike had been thinking about giving her a bit of freedom after her display when she ventured out among his minions she defiantly could take care of herself on that score. But coming back and finding her like this tonight made up his mind. He simply didn’t have the time to keep Buffy locked up in a gilded cage, awaiting his pleasure. He already had to take care of Dru; he didn’t need to warp her into a similar clinging creature. He needed Buffy to be self-sufficient and able to handle herself if she was going to stay with them.
“There will be rules to follow and if you break them you will be punished.” Spike’s voice took on an edge at the end. “I want someone with you at all times, not that I don’t think you can handle yourself I am just worried about what your old friends might do.”
Buffy smiled, and rose up her lips covering Spike’s. Her mouth moved over his and she took control of the kiss brushing her tongue along his lower lip, gently parting them so she could explore the pleasures they guarded.
Pulling back she met his gaze and found herself drowning within their depths.
“I see you’re pleased.” Spike chuckled softly, “You may not be after you here the rest of the rules.”
“That depends upon what possible punishments you might have in mind.” Buffy purred softly biting her lower lip as she gazed up at him, “I might just have to break a rule or two.”
Spike leaned down capturing her lips after a few moments he pulled back sighing softly, “I can’t stay that long tonight.”
Buffy reached up gently pulling him down to her giving him a soft smile. “Not long, but I hope just long enough.”
Spike shifted back quickly shedding his duster, and tossed it aside as he watched Buffy stretch out her gaze roaming over his body. The fact that there were no theatrics no mention of him spending time with Dru was a welcome relief. When he was with Dru she constantly mentioned Buffy and went on and on ranting about bad girls.
Spike gave Buffy a soft smile and slowly lowered himself over her, loving the way she shifted her body instinctively against his. His mouth covered hers and his tongue slid between her lips beginning a long and slow exploration of her depths. Spike gently caught her lower lip between his teeth and gently raked the skin. Plunging back inside her he growled softy as her tongue met his caressing and coaxing his further into her depths. Spike pulled back to find Buffy staring at him with a dazed expression.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he stared down at her for a moment she was quite a sight all flushed, lips swollen from his kisses. Slowly he slid down her body watching a puzzled expression cross her face. Sometimes he forgot that he had been her first, and despite being quite the hot little package his Slayer had been quite inexperienced.
His lips brushed against her neck and he couldn’t help but gently suck upon his marks as he passed by them. Her entire body arched up against his at the action and he couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his lips. His lips trailed a burning path down the valley between her breasts. The fabric covering her skin from his touch shredded easily as he trailed his lips to the underside of her breast.
Buffy arched toward his mouth moaning as his hand slid up joining his lips. His fingers gently began to caress the mound of her breast then his hand closed over her breast squeezing kneading the flesh as his mouth closed over her nipple. His tongue swirled around the hardened nub and his teeth gently scrapped against the sensitive skin. Then his lips closed as he sucked on her nipple he let it go with an audible pop. His lips trailed toward her other breast and gave it the same attention.
Spike slowly slid down her writhing body placing open mouthed kisses on the way pausing at her belly button he swirled his tongue around the lovely little site, as his fingers deftly undid the fastening of her pants. Buffy’s skin tasted like vanilla and honey and was intoxicating he couldn’t stop the purr that coursed through him, and he felt her shiver in response.
As he peeled her pants off her legs he teased the unveiled skin with his lips gently sucking, nipping, and licking as he saw fit. Tossing her pants aside he shifted her legs apart slightly, running his hands up her legs he parted them further settling himself between her thighs placing a soft kiss on her inner thigh, then ever so gently he nipped the tender skin and ran his tongue up to the apex of her thighs.
A smile touched his lips at the naught red silk panties she was wearing they were simply delicious. He ran his tongue along the silk and tongued her through the silk placing a hard kiss against her clit. Using the silk and his tongue he ran his tongue in circles.
Buffy let out a harsh unneeded breath at the sensation rubbing against her clit. He ran his tongue around and around the bud the silk of her panties had never felt so good. Arching backwards her fingers dug into the blanket beneath her.
Spike rose up slightly guiding her legs up over his shoulders opening her up to him completely. His left and hooked the side of her panties and with a slight tug he tore right off her body.
A ragged whimper escaped Buffy’s lips as he tore her panties off. She glanced down and their gazes met for a moment and she watched as he flicked his tongue out caressing her lips in one smooth stoke ending his assent by slowly circling her clit. After that she was lost to anything but the motions of his tongue that proved to be a wicked thing indeed.
Spike began to gently nip and suck upon her clit, her fingers slid into his hair as her hips began to thrust against his lips. He then tensed his tongue and drove it inside her causing her to cry out and arch her back. A whimper escaped her lips as he began to thrust his tongue inside then out of her at an ever increasing pace. A slow burn began to form between her legs. Spike rose up sliding her thighs over his knees he knew she was close. Unzipping his pants he shifted forward sheathing himself in her completely. Moving his hips he thrust inside her gazing down at their bodies joined together enjoying the simple sight of him entering and leaving her body.
The burning sensation coursed over ever fiber of her being when his cock slid inside her setting every part of her on fire. It was almost too much she was begging him to stop, realizing what she was asking begged him not to stop. A harsh cry burst from her lips as her thighs tensed and her entire body arched off the bed. As she came back to herself she gazed up at Sire just in time to see him arch back finding his own release.
Buffy smiled, as he slid out of her and met her gaze from where he was kneeling. “You still have all your clothes on.” She whispered her voice a little hoarse from her cry.
“That I do.” Spike smiled moving forward his body covering hers. His lips covered hers in a hard demanding kiss and Buffy couldn’t help but respond. “I have to go pet,” Spike whispered against her lips his tongue dipping between her lips for another taste, before he rose fastening his pants.
“I know.” Buffy sighed rolling onto her side as Spike pulled back the covers. “I will see you later.”
As the door to her room closed Buffy knew she had played things just right. She hadn’t been lying about her feelings she did feel like an animal in cage only she had been a little more dramatic than she normally would. Glancing at the door she smiled as she fell asleep more than aware of the simple little fact that she could come and go as she pleased.
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