I can’t really remember what it was like to have my mother in my life and sometimes I’m actually okay with that because my life turned out pretty good without her.

From what I’ve heard about Drusilla, the woman that popped me out into this cold, bright world, she was totally crazy. When I say crazy I mean crazy. Or as my Dad likes to call her: ‘bat shit, bug shagging bloody barmy.’ You can probably tell he used to be a poet, although not the best poet in the world.

Anyway, totally getting off topic there, which okay I do have a tendency to do. See, my Mom left when I was so young that to me it’s almost like she never even existed. I guess I’m the conclusive proof that she did exist, like the ‘I was here’ carvings on an old school desk.

I guess I’m her Buffy-shaped carving, left behind for posterity.

Although my mom wasn’t around I really shouldn’t complain though. You see, there was always someone here to take care of me and love me. Yes, my dad has always been here for me through the good and the bad, the sucky and the sad.

I can remember how he kissed my scraped knees when I fell off the swing-set back in 2nd grade and how he threatened to cut off Cordelia Chases’ pigtails when she told me I wasn’t invited to her 10th birthday party. I also remember how he hugged me tightly and told me everything would be okay when I got stood up by Scott Hope back in 8th. He told me back then that no ‘buggering ponce’ would ever be good enough for me. I didn’t need anyone else except for Daddy anyway.

I should probably tell you more about my dad. And by the way, no he’s not a saint even though I’m probably making him sound like one. Actually, most of the time he’s the guy who makes the saints weep and turn to Xanax.

His name is Spike Summers, or at least that’s what he calls himself. My Dad never talks about his past, like it’s some big secret. I used to wonder if he was running from the cops because I think we both know he’s way too pretty for prison. Spike is actually just pretty, period.

I’d love to say I inherited my wild good looks from him but we don’t share any blood at all. Of course that doesn’t matter because to me he’ll always be Daddy regardless of our bloodline.

See, it’s a funny story how I came to be his daughter. He was married to my mom for a couple of years when I was just an itty bitty Buffy. They met in a punk bar and had some kind of whirlwind romance. I guess he was a little wigged at first that he was suddenly insta-dad but he always treated me like I was his own kid when they were together. Then one day my mom left us. I don’t know why because Dad just won’t talk about that. I think it still hurts him sometimes. After Drusilla disappeared into the mists of time and space Spike was left holding the baby.

Literally.

He always tells me that by the time he realized that Drusilla was never coming back, or had ‘buggered off for bloody good’ as Dad puts it, he was already too attached to me to let me go to some random stranger. He decided to keep me and so I became Buffy Anne Summers, daughter of Spike Summers.

And he’s always lived up to his paternal potential. He’s pretty much the greatest dad on the face of this earth. I don’t think I could have asked for anyone better to raise me than Spike, in spite of his occasionally questionable morals. It’s funny sometimes. See my dad has his own moral code that he apparently bases on Sex Pistol’s song lyrics.

Yeah…don’t even ask.

The only bad thing about my dad is that sometimes he expects way too much from me. He expects me to be some kind of rocket scientist or something. The only rocket I can handle is the pocket variety and I’m a goddamn expert at making those shoot off now.

What can I say? I go to public school…I’m gonna learn that stuff.

Actually playing with my boyfriend’s pocket rocket is what got me into this mess in the first place.

See, a few months ago Angel O’Donnell asked me out on a date. Angel is the coolest guy in the whole of Sunnydale High. Not to mention he’s a senior and I’m only a junior. So I guess I was totally flattered. Okay so it helped that my nemesis, the uber-bitch Harmony Kendall, has been crunching on him forever.

It felt good to see the devastated look on her face when she heard about her date.

What? I never said I’m a saint, okay? Don’t look at me like that!

So anyways, Angel and me went out on a few dates and it wasn’t long before he wanted me to put out. I’m not usually easy-girl when it comes to letting boys take a trip to my happy valley but you really need to remember that Angel is the most popular boy in school. There was no way I was going to turn him down and risk spending the rest of my high school career at the bottom of the proverbial social dog pile.

So…I did it.

Yeah, I probably should have been strong and gone all independent woman on his ass but what can I tell you? I was weak. So I caved and let him take my innocence. After that we turned into kind of a thing…me and Angel…the First Couple of Sunnydale High.

Only there was one teeny glitch. Actually it was a pretty damn serious problem. My dad didn’t know about us. I knew that he’d probably freak out considering there’s a ban on me dating…until I’m 50. Of course it was just my luck that he’d find out about us in the most inappropriate of ways. You can probably guess he wasn’t exactly happy about it. In fact he wigged and it was wiggage of the major kind.

Although I can’t say I would ever have predicted the eventual outcome of that situation.

Well you’re just going to have to see for yourself how…explosive it turned out to be.


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The house on Revello Drive was silent aside from the sloppy sounds of smacking lips. Buffy lay prone beneath the hugely bulky form of her boyfriend as he ground his body into her.

He clumsily worked open the buttons of her shirt, palming one of her small breasts in his hand, squeezing it like it was a dog’s chew toy. Buffy grimaced as a shard of pain shot through her delicate appendage.

When she felt Angel’s hands start to work lower, she pulled away from his sucking lips and wiped his spittle from around her mouth.

“No,” Buffy whispered, pushing gently against Angel’s chest. “We shouldn’t do this right now. My dad’s gonna be home soon.”

Angel just laughed and pressed her back to the soft mattress beneath her. “Come on, baby,” he cooed. “I’m horny. I need me some Buffy lovin’.”

“Angel, no! Dad’ll be home anytime soon and I don’t want him to find out.”

“Too late for that.”

Two pairs of eyes whipped around at the sound of the furious British voice to see Buffy’s surrogate father, Spike, standing in the doorway. Buffy felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room and barely managed to muster the power to wriggle out from underneath Angel’s muscular body.

“Daddy!” exclaimed Buffy, jumping to her feet and pulling her shirt over her half exposed breasts. “We were just…”

“I can see what you were doing,” Spike interrupted, a dark glower fixed on his face.

A glimmer of guilt flickered through Buffy’s heart as she looked into his eyes. He was simmering with a mixture of disappointment, devastation and something else that she couldn’t quite identify.

Something that could have been…jealousy?

There was a palpable tension flowing through the room, ebbing and flowing like the heartbeat that Buffy could feel pounding through her brain.

“Daddy, please…” Buffy tried again, but Spike waved a hand dismissively. Her mouth snapped shut as she realized this wasn’t the time to piss him off. Buffy knew just how dangerously volatile a pissed off Spike could be.

However, Spike’s attention wasn’t focused on her right now. He’d turned his angry scowl toward Angel and the younger man actually looked a little scared, which was a rather strange sight.

In height and build Angel towered over the older man. He was a football player and it showed. But in terms of scariness, Spike trumped the boy without a problem. Clad in leather, Spike epitomized the original punk philosophy. His slicked back platinum blond hair, black nail polish and silver chains just added to the bad-boy mystique that surrounded him. Even though he was in his late thirties, time hadn’t lessened the punch of his imposing presence.

Buffy had always figured that his looks and attitude were what attracted her mother, Drusilla, to the guy in the first place. Somehow she couldn’t imagine Drusilla having cared about the gentle, sweet man that often peeked out of the tough outer shell. Not that Spike showed the inner man around many people, Buffy supposed. In some ways she was glad about that because it felt like she owned a little secret piece of the man she called Dad.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing with my little girl, you bleeding wanker?” Spike yelled, backing Angel up against the wall. Fury was radiating from every pore of Spike’s body and although she knew it was wrong, Buffy felt a frisson of arousal as she watched the two men.

“Hey, I didn’t do anything wrong,” Angel defended, cowering against the wall. “Buffy’s my girlfriend.”

“Was your girlfriend, mate. She’s not your girlfriend anymore,” Spike informed him warningly.

“Buffy thinks she’s still mine, don’t you Buff?” Angel turned to the blonde girl smugly. He was assured that the blonde would ratify his claim.

Her green eyes darted between the two men as she considered her impossible situation. Although she liked Angel, Spike was the man she loved most in the world.

He’d been her rock for so long and if she had to choose between them, there could only ever be one winner. Maybe it was social suicide to deny Angel but she just couldn’t go against Spike.

And as much as she loved the social status that being with Angel gave her, there was no way she was going to defy her furious father. The look of pure anger on Spike’s face chilled her to the bone.

“I…um…I’m sorry Angel,” she murmured, keeping her eyes downcast. Her mouth felt parched as she choked out the words. “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

Angel’s confidence faltered at Buffy’s words. “What?” His face contorted with irritation. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You heard her, you git,” Spike said coldly. “She’s done with you. Now get your oversized arse out of my house before I break every bloody bone in your body.”

“You can’t make me,” chuckled Angel, his mask of arrogant confidence pulled firmly back in place. He was the quarterback for the Sunnydale Razorbacks and no 80s punk reject was going to push him around.

“Wanna bet, mate?”

With strength that belied his size, Spike drew back a heavy fist and slammed it into the teenager’s smug face. Angel went flying into the wall and plaster dust showered down on his perfectly gelled hair as he slid down to the ground. The rings adorning Spike’s fingers were as effective as knuckledusters in exacerbating the damage to Angel’s face.

The younger man cried out in pain and clapped two meaty hands to his nose, trying to stem the blood that was gushing from his damaged snout. Spike loomed over him, blue eyes flashing with rage. He cracked his knuckles menacingly, indicating that he was only just beginning his punishment.

Buffy stood frozen in place as she watched the events unfold. For a moment she thought that Angel might get up and throw a punch at the older man, but instead he scrambled to his feet, let out a cowardly little ‘eep’, and fled out of the room, down the stairs and out into the afternoon sun. He ran away as fast as his shaky legs could carry him, wanting to put as much distance as physically possible between himself and Buffy’s maniacal father.

Buffy watched him dispassionately through the window. Hmm, she thought she might have been more upset to see Angel walk out of her life, but it didn’t hurt. Actually it didn’t even sting.

Guess it wasn’t love then.

Now that they were alone, Buffy and her father stood in damnable silence. Spike gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly, fully turning his attention to Buffy for the first time. The tension beat a flagrant tune in the air, like a living entity sucking them both into it. For one horrible moment Buffy feared he might strike her as his hand surged forward but he decided to punish the wall instead. It was a surface for him to pummel. He was heedless of the pain as he struck the wall.

However Buffy wasn’t getting off that easily.

“What the bloody hell were you thinking?” he seethed, his face flushing a deep crimson red.

“I wasn’t thinking,” she retorted, trying to mask her guilt and pain with sass.

“Too bloody right you weren’t. How could you let that bloody great oaf shag you, pet?”

“We weren’t… shagging.” Her denial burned hotly in her chest. She knew that if Spike had come in ten minutes later then that was exactly what the pair of teens would have been doing.

“But you have,” Spike sighed sadly, his shoulders slumping. He slid down onto the bed and buried his face in his hands, unable to look at the girl who he’d always thought of as a daughter. “You let that raving buffoon touch the special parts of you that no man should ever have access to.”

“Yes,” she admitted ashamedly, joining Spike on the bed. She knew she shouldn’t feel embarrassed about having sex with a boy but there was a slight shimmer of regret in her voice.

“Why, love? Why choose a wanker like that?”

Buffy shrugged. “He seemed like a nice guy, I guess. And he wanted me.”

“Every man wants you,” he told her, a peculiar look floating behind his eyes. He clenched his fists tightly. “You shouldn’t bloody well let any of them have you.”

“I’m seventeen, Daddy. I have needs and I can’t deny those needs. I’m not a child anymore.”

Spike raised his head to look at his daughter. His crystal blue eyes raked over her womanly form and he wondered just when she’d turned from the tomboyish little girl with scabby knees into this beautiful vision of young womanhood. Her metamorphosis had seemingly happened right in front of his eyes but without him ever realizing.

Buffy was a beautiful young woman now. Her long honey blonde hair hung over her slender shoulders in cascading waves, like beams of pure sunlight. Her skin was deeply tanned from the California sun. She wore a tight black skirt and bubblegum pink shirt which only served to emphasize the slim curves of her breasts and hips. As he studied her he was able to see this young girl through eyes other than the fatherly ones through which he’d always viewed her.

In fact, these eyes were anything but fatherly right now.

However, as quickly as that thought lodged in his brain he pushed it aside. Not only was Buffy his daughter, but he was more than 20 years older than her. He was pushing forty and she wasn’t even old enough to vote yet.

Not even old enough to vote and yet she was letting fumbling boys touch her most intimate girly places. It grated on his very last nerve.

“You’re still my daughter!” he told her sternly, desperate to erase the taboo thoughts that had invaded his brain.

Buffy didn’t often lose her temper with Spike but she was getting mad now. She didn’t like having what she could and couldn’t do dictated to her. However, it was his stern stare that finally snapped the final threads of her temper.

“God, would you get over it already? I’ve had sex, big deal.”

“Big deal?” he repeated disbelievingly. “It’s a bloody huge deal, pet.”

“It’s a ‘none of your damn business’ deal, Dad.” Although they didn’t share a blood link, Buffy had definitely inherited Spike’s propensity for losing his temper. “If I wanna fuck my way through half of Sunnydale, then you know I’m pretty much gonna do it.” Buffy’s surly voice was that of a pouting teenager but it grated on Spike. She wasn’t sure why she was provoking him but it was like she just couldn’t stop herself.

“Bollocks! You won’t do that while there’s still a breath in my body,” he assured her through gritted teeth.

“You’re not my lord and master, you know,” Buffy huffed and turned away from him.

Anger surged up once again in his veins. He knew he’d always been soft on the girl to compensate for her lacking a maternal figure. Clearly that was why she thought she could get away with things like this. What she needed right now was to learn that she couldn’t just get away with this crap.

For every action there would be consequences.

Spike had always been a capricious man but when his temper took a hold of him it was like he could focus on nothing else but the fury in his blood. Before his rational mind could kick in Spike lunged forward and grabbed Buffy around the waist, yanking her to him. As he looked at her kiss swollen lips and heaving chest, all he could see was the image of Angel on top of his girl. It was emblazoned onto his mind, burning away the last fraying strands of his temper. Buffy flailed in his grasp, yelling at him to let her go but he was relentless and he forced her down over his lap.

“What are you doing?” she shrieked, fear starting to lick at her senses. Spike had never treated her this way before and it was more than unnerving.

It was terrifying.

“I should have disciplined you when you were younger, Buffy,” he said coolly. His voice sounded so detached that it made her shiver, and not in a good way.

“Discipline?” Buffy asked shakily, struggling as he pinned her firmly over his lap, her round little ass wiggling in his face. “W-what are you talking about, Daddy?”

“I let you get away with anything and bloody everything.” He hitched her skirt up over her hips exposing her toned, shapely butt to his gaze. Her panty clad bottom looked so enticing to his eyes, so ripe for a spanking. “But now that’s going to change. It’s never too late to teach you a good lesson.”

When the last word was barely out of his mouth, his brought his flat open palm sharply down on Buffy’s left ass cheek. The contact was a shock to her system, like having a bucket of cold water tipped over her head. She gasped and bucked under the slap, resuming her struggles to wriggle out of his iron gasp. Pained tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

“Daddy?” Buffy gasped, not fully comprehending what was happening. Her father never spanked her before even when she was being an unbearable little terror. She was actually scared that he might have totally lost his mind.

“This is for your own good, pet,” he assured her, bringing his palm firmly down on her panty covered ass once again. “You’ll see.”

His hand started to speed up, the slaps becoming harder and faster, eliciting pained gasps from the seventeen year old blonde.

“No!” she cried, screaming hoarsely. “Put me down! Stop it”

Spike ignored her and continued merrily spanking the girl. Beads of sweat broke out on his furrowed brow from the exertion but he didn’t let up.

As if she was just realizing that this was a punishment, her tone changed from commanding to begging. “Please Daddy! Please stop! I’m sorry for what I did just…ouch…please!”

His hand was a blur as it leathered the smooth curve of her buttocks, turning the creamy skin a deep shade of red. The blush of her ass was starting to mesmerize him and he wasn’t sure that he could stop now, even if he wanted to.

Something was also changing within Buffy too as the spanking continued. At first it had been painfully humiliating. Not to mention painful. But the longer it continued the more something started to twist and spark inside of her. Butterflies filled her tummy, fluttering wildly inside her every time he connected with her prone skin. She’d never imagined that pain could feel so pleasurable.

“You need to learn that those sods out there aren’t good enough to lick the bloody ground you walk on,” he hissed, his hand beating a steady rhythm on her sore butt. He couldn’t even hear her cries to stop anymore. Maybe that was because they were actually sounding more like moans.

And that was when he realized that’s exactly what they were.

Her yelps of pain had turned into whinnies of pleasure. His eyes widened as it occurred to him that his teenage daughter was writhing wantonly on his lap, her ass begging for more attention. Spike paused, absently running tender fingers over her bruised bottom. After the pain of the spanking, the feeling of his calloused yet soft fingers tracing her swollen ass was incomprehensibly delicious.

He couldn’t fathom what had gotten into him. There was no way he should be doing this. But seeing her presented to him moaning in pleasure because he was spanking her was too much for his questionable morality. It overwhelmed the flimsy moral compass he carried with him, shattering it and leaving only his own carnal desires in its place.

“Do you like that?” he asked hoarsely, pinching her glutes. Spike could barely recognize his own voice. It had never sounded so deep and husky before.

She knew that she should tell him ‘no.’ It would be so much safer to lie and tell him she hated it. But her voice betrayed her and she hissed her assent. “It feels…good,” she whispered, as if she might break whatever spell was weaving around them if she raised her voice.

“You have such a lovely little arse,” he said, squeezing the plump flesh of one of her cheeks. Spike smiled at her resulting squeal.

Unable to resist her charms he ran his fingers under the edge of the little scrap of lace which passed for a pair of panties. He heard Buffy’s breathing hitch in her chest and then speed up. Despite the fact that he knew logically that this was wrong her shallow panting encouraged him to go further.

Pulling the crotch of her panties to the side, Spike unveiled her bare slit to his hazy eyes for the first time. Apparently his girl had enjoyed her little punishment so far, judging by the juicy sheen coating her shaved lips. They were so swollen and puffy with arousal that he had to take a deep, calming breath to keep from coming in his pants like a virginal teenager.

Spike’s erection was so stiff inside of his jeans that all he longed to do was release it and have her lips, or her pussy, clamped tightly around it. However, he was determined not to let his impatience get the better of him this time. He wanted to enjoy this moment, take his time with it. After all, there was no telling if he’d ever get this chance again.

Still spread across his lap, Buffy seemed to be even more impatient that he was. She was wriggling tirelessly, clearly wanting some attention. A part of Spike warned him that this was wrong and that they would both regret it after it was over, but the blond didn’t care to listen to his annoying inner voice. Because this didn’t feel wrong. Not wrong at all.

Urging her legs further apart, his adventurous fingers worked closer to her concealed little honey pot, eager to dip inside. When she felt the tip of his finger slide into her hole Buffy shrieked with a mixture of shock and fear. Until that moment she’d stayed silent, not wanting to shatter the spell but now she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

“Daddy?” she asked. “What are you doing? You’re touching me and I thought you were mad at me and oh my God, what is this?” She couldn’t seem to stem the babbling flow but instead of angering Spike it actually managed to melt some of the fury he’d felt before. She was just too cute to stay mad at for long.

“I can’t help it,” he told her honestly. “I have to touch you. I need to touch you. It’s like there’s something that I can’t bloody well control and it wants you love.”

“Wants me for what?” she inquired cautiously. Buffy wasn’t a naïve kind of girl, but she wanted to be entirely clear here. Her father was suggesting something she’d never imagined would even cross his mind.

“It’s like there’s a beast deep within me and the beast wants to shag your pretty little brains out.”

Buffy craned her head so she could look at him. His eyes were screwed shut and there was a torn expression on his face, as if he was struggling with his emotions. She was struggling too but she was a horny teenage girl jam-packed with adolescent hormones and right now she didn’t want him to ever stop touching her. He was setting her skin alight with his soft caresses and she truly believed she might perish without his attentions.

“What if I want you to?” she asked him.

”What if I want you to?” she asked him.

His eyes snapped open, blazing with lust and shock. He couldn’t believe what she was saying. For a moment he wondered if he was having the world’s most surreal dream.

“You want me?” he said, only half questioningly.

Buffy nodded trying to hide her nerves. “I…um…yeah.”

Spike rolled her off of his lap and urged her to kneel in front of him. The teenager complied without question, still reluctant to break this new enchantment.

“If you want to be with me, we do it my way,” Spike told her commandingly.

Buffy licked her lips and nodded again. She wasn’t exactly inexperienced but the times she’d had with clumsy teenage boys didn’t compare to Spike’s vast wealth of sexual experience.

Spike graced her with a smug smile and rose to his feet. He hooked his fingers into the hem of his black T-shirt and slipped it over the top of his head. Buffy felt her breath catch painfully in her chest when the expanse of his pale torso was revealed to his eyes. He was like a gleaming slab of perfectly chiseled marble. His lean muscles bulged tightly against his flawless skin. He looked so lickable that Buffy’s mouth started to water uncontrollably.

Before she’d truly had the time to fully soak in the beauty of his top half, Spike was loosening his belt buckle and drawing down his zipper. Spike yanked his jeans down over his hips and ass. His large erection sprung out, bobbing against his firm tummy.

Her eyes fixed on the large thick member. It was around eight inches, Buffy estimated and as thick as a beer bottle. She’d seen a few men, or boys as they actually were, before but none of them compared to Spike. Even Angel, with his superior height, was definitely inferior in the endowment department.

“Oh my God!” exclaimed Buffy. “I never realized you were so…so big!”

The level of smugness on Spike’s face heightened. “Oh love, it’s going to feel even bigger when it’s buried inside your quim.”

Buffy gulped.

“First you need to service it though,” he told her commandingly. “Have you ever given a blow job before?”

“Yeah, I know what to do.”

For some reason, most probably jealously, her reply irritated him. Immediately his sweet and gentle demeanor faded away and his face contorted with fury again. Logically he knew that she’d gone down on other men. Hell, she’d already admitted that she’d fucked other guys before. But having her here like this and knowing that he couldn’t be his first made his blood boil violently inside his body.

He reached down grabbed her biceps roughly, yanking her to her feet. She stumbled forward but Spike didn’t pay attention to the frown that was forming on her pretty face. He grabbed the front of her shirt and tore it open, heedless of her distressed cry at the damage. Spike couldn’t care less right now, as he just wanted to claim her for himself. There was a primal need rising within him to mark her as his own. Her skirt came off just as easily, leaving her only in her lacy underwear.

She looked like a wanton Lolita, mostly naked and totally flushed. To Spike, she’d never looked more beautiful.

“Tell me, pet,” he said, forcing her back down onto her knees. “Were you going to suck that ponce’s cock before I walked in on you?”

Buffy didn’t reply and tried to look away but he kept a hold of her and forced her to make eye contact. “I want to know, Buffy. How many cocks have you tasted in that sweet little gob?”

“I don’t know,” she hedged, hoping he would leave her alone. However, Spike was like a dog with a bone and he wouldn’t just let the subject be. He wanted to pick away at it until he uncovered the raw truth.

His erection bobbed relentlessly in front of his eyes, teasing her as she gazed up at him. “Tell me, love. Or I’ll put you over my knee and give you another good spanking. I fancy paddling you with that little hair brush of yours, maybe. What d’you think?”

She quivered in fear and excitement but dampened down her instincts to court the spanking. “There’s been five boys,” she finally answered, avoiding his eyes. Buffy wasn’t a slut but she didn’t think hearing that she’d sucked off five other males would endear her to Spike.

And of course she was right.

His eyes sparkled with fury at her revelation. His jaw clenched so tightly that she could actually hear his teeth grinding against each other and his hands balled into tight fists. For a moment she was truly fearful that he was going to beat her as he breathed deeply, endeavoring to rein in his feral and possessive emotions.

Without looking at her, Spike grabbed her hair and forced her back to arch. Her mouth opened as she cried out in pain and Spike took the opportunity to trust his erection deeply between her open lips. Buffy gagged around the large invasion, her eyes watering as she desperately attempted to avoid choking on his cock.

Spike set a fast pace as he fucked her mouth, ruthless and relentless. The only sounds in the room were his harsh breathing and Buffy’s half-gags.

When she finally managed to get herself under control, however, something changed within Buffy’s gut. A similar metamorphosis had occurred when Spike had been spanking her. It smoothly transitioned from pain to pleasure without her even noticing and the same thing was happening right now.

She realized with a horrifying start that she actually was enjoying having Spike treat her this way. Sure, it was degrading and humiliating on one level but it was also liberating. Having him take the control away from her allowed her to be free to take all the pleasure she needed. There was nothing to be ashamed of right now.

With that realization an exhilarated moan leaked from between her lips, sending sumptuous vibrations down the length of Spike’s cock.

“I should have known you’d love it, my beautiful little slut,” Spike hissed, tightening the fist in her hair as he gazed down into her glazed eyes. “Your mum always loved a bit of pain with her pleasure, so I shouldn’t have doubted the apple wouldn’t fall far from the tree.”

Buffy flinched at the mention of Spike and her mother. It was never really something she liked to dwell on but it was like a bullet to her heart hearing him mention the older woman when Buffy’s lips were locked around his engorged cock.

He immediately seemed to sense her withdrawal into herself and cursed himself for being such a raving wanker.

“Bloody hell,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have said that, pet.” His cock slipped from between her lips and he pulled her up to him, arranging her gently on his lap. “I’ve always bloody well suffered from a case of foot in mouth syndrome. I didn’t mean any harm to you. You know that right?”

Buffy didn’t reply but cast down her hurt eyes. If there was one time that it was wildly inappropriate to mention his relationship with her mother it was right now. It wasn’t like she didn’t logically realize that there had been sex between them but it wasn’t something she ever wanted to dwell on, especially not when his cock was buried deep in her mouth.

She didn’t want to look at him now. Didn’t want to turn her face to his and realize that she was just a substitute for her mother. Was it possible that after all these years he still yearned for Drusilla?

As if he was reading her thoughts, he tugged on her chin so she was forced to look at him. “You know it’s you I want, right?” he assured her. “I don’t want your Mum, Buffy love. I want you. I’m here with you and only you.”

“Really?” she asked with the vulnerable insecurity of youth. Her eyes begged for the truth and he could only honor her with honesty.

Spike smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling gently. “Really.”

Without taking her eyes from his she took a hold of his dick one again, cradling it in the warmth of her hands. It felt like steel wrapped in velvet. Unlike all the other boys that she’d been with Spike wasn’t cut, but she didn’t find that unappealing. His penis was beautiful to her.

The end was oozing pre-come, a little pearl of it having pooled on the purplish head. Buffy flicked out her little pink tongue and swiped the come from the end, rolling it around her mouth, tasting it. It didn’t taste unpleasant at all. It was slightly salty and bitter but inherently Spike-like and for that reason she savored it as the yummiest treat she’d ever tasted.

Her tongue glided over his dick like it was a tasty Popsicle. In actual fact she’d never had a Popsicle that tasted even half as good as Spike’s manhood. She hummed around it causing Spike to let out a strangled moan. She glanced up at him and her heart swelled when she saw the expression of pure ecstasy that was engraved on his face.

“Oh God!” he was chanting rhythmically. “Fuck, yeah! Bloody hell! Suck me good, pet. Suck my hard dick. Oh! Take it all!” His babblings were all running into each other, barely comprehensible.

Opening her mouth up even wider she welcomed him into her throat. This time she was ready for him when the head of his dick hit the back of her throat. She was able to avoid gagging and swallowed around him, milking him with her throat muscles. Involuntarily his hips bucked upward forcing him ever deeper. Buffy couldn’t say it was the most comfortable feeling in the world but the bliss that she could see evidently displayed on Spike’s ecstatic visage was worth the slight discomfort.

His cries became louder as his orgasm started to build within him and Buffy moved an answering hand down to his balls. She rolled them in her palm, massaging the large sacs. They felt soft yet firm in her hands. There was something empowering about that action. After the way Spike had taken her earlier and forced her to her knees, she couldn’t help but smile at the symbolism of holding his crown jewels in the palms of her hands…literally.

With the mess of sensations that he was experiencing Spike couldn’t hold on any longer. He’d had a lot of mouths on his cock before but none of them felt as good as Buffy’s. She was doing everything right: taking him in deeply, using her tongue and giving just the right amount of teeth action. When he felt her hands move to his balls he knew he couldn’t hang on any longer and the climax ricocheted through his body. It burned him like fire, seared him like ice.

The roar of completion that emanated from his mouth actually sounded foreign to him and he lurched forward, barely able to stay conscious as his load jetted from inside of him, filling his girl’s mouth. He knew he should have warned her that he was about to come and given her the chance to pull away. However, that was difficult considering he seemed to have lost the ability for any kind of lucid thought.

As the creamy semen hit the back of her throat, reality seemed to force itself back into her brain. It was like a rogue Mack Truck, slamming into her senses with uncensored immensity.

Breaking away from his touch, Buffy wiped her mouth. She could still taste his tangy semen on her tongue and it felt like it was curdling inside of her. A million questions seemed to assail her at once. But she couldn’t fathom how this had happened, how Spike had let this happen. How she had let this happen.

She climbed to her feet and turned her back on Spike, She couldn’t face looking at him. It seemed too painful right now. It wasn’t that she hadn’t enjoyed it, because she had, but it shouldn’t have happened.

It was wrong.

Spike went to reach for her but she pulled back warily, still keeping her back to him. Noticing her reticence Spike frowned. After what they’d just experienced together he couldn’t understand why she’d be so skittish now. Only moments earlier she’d appeared to be loving what they were doing.

“What’s the matter, love?” he asked worriedly sitting down on the bed. He wasn’t sure that his shaky legs could physically hold him upright for another moment.

Finally turning to face him, Buffy took a deep breath. “That was wrong,” she said quietly, tears slipping down her flushed face.

“Didn’t feel wrong to me,” Spike countered, dread balling in the pit of his stomach. The idea that she might be regretting what they’d done was painful. He was already becoming addicted to her and he couldn’t lose her…either as a lover or as a daughter.

“This is wrong, Dad! You’re my father.”

It broke his heart to see the girl cry but his burgeoning libido wasn’t allowing him to think straight and all he could focus on was his own selfish need for her. Even though he’d taken his pleasure from her, that had only seemed to intensify his desire for the girl. It seemed like all his suppressed yearnings were finally seeing the light of day and there was no way they would allow themselves to be shoved back into the Pandora’s box in which he’d been keeping them locked away.

“It’s not wrong,” he disagreed vehemently. “I’ve never felt anything more right than this. Don’t fight it, love. We’re not doing anything wrong. Bloody hell, we’re not even related by blood.”

“That’s not the point!” Buffy slumped down on the bed, sitting next to him but still not touching him. She was sure that if their skin touched then she would lose the capacity for rational thought again. “I don’t know what’s the right thing to do anymore.”

“Join the bloody club,” sighed Spike. “I wish I could be the great moral authority on this one. But I’m just as buggered as you are, pet.”

Buffy snorted a laugh and placed a hand on top of Spike’s. “I think what scares me the most…it’s that it didn’t feel bad. Doing that with you, I mean.”

Spike gulped. “I know. That’s what’s bollocksing me up too.”

“What does it mean?” she asked, her eyes pleading for him to give her some clarification. She looked so young in that moment, every bit the seventeen year old that she actually was. The shard of guilt in his chest expanded a little at that thought but he pushed it out of his mind.

“I think it means that there was nothing wrong about it. I’ve never felt that way with anyone before.”

“Not even my mother?”

Spike tilted his head to the side, watching her insecurities shine through. “I loved Dru once,” he admitted. “But the way I felt about her doesn’t even come close to touching what I feel about you.”

Buffy’s face lit up with joy at his words. She knew that she probably should feel bad about what he’d told her in some way. After all, he’d loved Drusilla enough to walk down the aisle with her. They’d spent two years together before she’d run off and left him with a little girl to care for. Most days Buffy would torture herself with thoughts like that but right now she couldn’t bring herself to self flagellate.

Taking all of the other crap out of the equation, the cold hard truth was that he truly wanted her. She could see it in his eyes. Spike’s moral compass might be a little bit skewed but Buffy trusted him enough that she could put her faith in him and believe he wouldn’t steer her wrong. Her warning bells had gone off when she felt him come in her mouth but wasn’t a girl allowed to freak out when sensations were so intense?

However wrong this might be, it didn’t seem to matter anymore. His words, telling her how deeply her cared for her, had washed away her guilt and all that remained was her desire for him.

Suddenly she saw her dad with new, unpeeled eyes.

Eyes filled with desire and want.

Not able to spend another moment without tasting him she crawled into his lap and straddled his hips. It took Spike a moment to digest what she was doing but then he was eagerly responding, as were some vital parts of his anatomy. He grabbed her hips roughly and ground her down on his throbbing erection. Their lips met in a haze of passion, tongues tangling for dominance.

She moaned into his mouth.

Spike pulled back and studied her flushed cheeks, kiss swollen lips and sweaty forehead. He’d never seen her look so beautiful.

But he wanted even more.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered.

Buffy nodded.

“Will you let me do anything to you?”

Hesitantly Buffy awarded him another nod. “What do you want to do to me?” she asked, hoping he couldn’t detect the nervousness in her voice. She trusted him implicitly but there was a light shining from his eyes that she’d never seen before.

“You’ll see,” he said cryptically. “Wait here.”

Spike swept out of the room leaving her alone. She watched his naked buns as they wiggled away from her view.

This was the first chance she’d really gotten to actually consider the magnitude of what they were doing.

On one hand it seemed surreal. The fact that she was actually with Spike in a sexual way wasn’t something she’d ever expected to happen. It could have been a dream…merely a teenage, hormone driven subconscious concoction. Yet on the other hand it was painfully real. Every emotion was painstakingly heightened to the point where each and every brain cell and nerve seemed on fire.

One thing that she couldn’t deny was how wonderful it had all been. Never before had she known someone be so demanding and dominant and yet simultaneously so loving with her. Spike provided her with a sexual outlet, the likes of which she’d never have envisaged. For a moment she felt a flicker of jealousy toward her mother. The older woman had been with him first. She’d tasted his body in the same way as Buffy had. However, Buffy couldn’t help but be thankful that her crazy mom was insane enough to relinquish a man like Spike.

In that moment Buffy vowed that if he wanted her she would stay by his side until the ends of eternity.

A cough interrupted her thoughts and Buffy lifted her head to see Spike standing in the doorway. He was like a statue sculpted by the most accomplished ancient Greek artists. Outside the light was starting to him and it trickled through the drapes, shining over him.

Buffy quirked an eyebrow when she caught sight of the thick twine dangling from his fingers. “Um, Dad?” she probed cautiously. “What’s that for?”

Spike didn’t respond immediately, seemingly sizing up the situation. His gaze burned through her reaching into her soul and she quivered lightly under the scrutiny. Like a panther he prowled over to the bed and sank down next to her, grabbing both of her hands in one of his larger ones and pulling them to him. He waiting until she finally raised her gaze to him before he began to talk.

“I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want to do, Buffy,” he began slowly, keeping his eyes locked with hers. “But what you did with that high school wanker…well that was very naughty.”

“You punished me for that,” Buffy pointed out.

Spike laughed throatily at her comment tightening his grip around her wrists. “Not enough love. See, I’m a bit of a sadist at heart and I would never turn down the chance to give you a bit of extra punishment for being naughty. But that’s beside the point. You deserve this because you broke my rules.”

“Daddy, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, it’s not about apologies.” He lowered his voice to a husky hushed whisper. “When I’m done with you, you won’t ever want anyone else but me again. I want to put my mark on you, pet.”

Buffy looked at him with astonishment. She’d never even guessed he had this side to him. It wasn’t as if he’d lived like a monk for the past fourteen years so she knew he had sex with women. But she never suspected it would be this kind of sex.

For Buffy the whole bondage thing was so far left of center for her that she’d never even considered it until now. It should have been abhorrent but today she was slowly discovering that nothing was exactly as it seemed anymore. And she couldn’t deny that the thought of being helpless and at Spike’s mercy was making her juices flow.

“So?” prompted Spike, yanking her out of her contemplations. “Will you let me tie you up…punish you like the naughty little girl you are?”

Buffy opened her mouth to respond but suddenly found herself speechless. Did she really want this? Her body certainly wanted it, but could her mind cope with it? Spike was looking at her so expectantly that she already knew exactly what the answer was going to be.

“Yes,” she croaked hoarsely.

Her father smiled, almost triumphantly, and ushered her to lie down on the bed. He positioned her so she was on her back and spread like a starfish. The position was mildly uncomfortable but that didn’t bother Buffy right now. Not when all she could concentrate on was the throbbing beat of her heart.

Spike secured the rope around her wrists and ankles, making sure they were not too tight but that they would control her. He tried to keep his face blank, not wanting to betray her excitement at what she was allowing him to do. A spark of pride ignited within him when he caught sight of her face. It was stoic but there was a flicker of excited anticipation behind her eyes and he felt his cock grow even more turgid.

Lying here, restrained and spread like this, Buffy felt overly sensitized, raw and more vulnerable than she’d ever been. Even with her underwear on, she was still bearing her soul to the man she’d always called ‘Dad.’ Of course, Spike couldn’t let that open vulnerability pass by without taking advantage of it a little. He rose fluidly from the bed, his pale skin glistening in the fading light of dusk that streamed through the window. Buffy craned her head to see what he was doing and felt her heart clench in fear when he retreated and reached for his jeans.

“Are you l-leaving?” she stammered her eyes darting wildly from Spike to the closed doorway. She wasn’t sure whether it would be worse to be left trussed up like this or just left alone by Spike at this point in their…fun.

Spike shook his head and yanked his belt out of the loops, wielding it proudly. “No,” he told her. “But when I’m through with this, you might be wishing I did leave.”

Buffy shivered in fear at the look in his eyes. There was so much profound intensity radiating from them that it actually scared her. And God help her, but it excited her too. She was sick and depraved and…oh so fucking horny for him.

He fingered the belt as he looked at her, his smile growing. “Now, love. What I’m going to tell you now is serious,” he said softly. “I don’t want to actually hurt you, at least not too badly. You’re just a delicate little flower.” He glare at his words brought forth a chuckle. “Okay, maybe not so delicate. But you’re precious to me. So if I get too rough with you, hurt you too much then you’re going to use a safe word to stop me okay?”

“A safe-huh?” Buffy asked, wrinkling her nose.

“Safe word. It’s a word we choose…one that you’re unlikely to shout out in the middle of a shag. If you say that word then I’ll know you want to stop.”

“Why can’t I just say ‘stop?’” she quipped with a sly grin.

“You might beg me to stop and not really mean it. You’ll see what I mean love. The safe word is just for the point when you really can’t take anymore. You get it?”

She nodded. “Got it. So what’s the word?”

“You can choose, love,” he said.

“Okay.” She frowned in thought. “How about zucchini?”

“Zucchini?” Spike stifled a laugh. “Sounds good to me. And one day we might just bring one of those little buggers in to the bedroom.” He moved closer to her, his face just a whisper away from hers. “I have a lot to teach you, pet. And incorporating sex and food together…well you’ll see how much fun that can be.”

The part of his speech that Buffy could really focus on was the part that implied there would be more of this in the future. That warmed her heart.

Without waiting another moment, Spike reached down and tore away her bra and panties, leaving her fully open to him. Her ruby red nipples were erect, like two little cherries ripe for the picking. Her flat stomach was clenching in anticipation as his eyes raked over her, eventually settling on her hairless mound.

Holding the belt tightly in hand, he brought it down with a whoosh, smacking the leather against her sensitive breasts. Buffy cried out as it thwacked against her skin, raising a pink welt in its wake. This was more painful than the spanking had been. He repeated the action, this time bringing the belt down even harder on her other tit.

“Daddy!” she shrieked, tears trickling from under her closed eyelids.

“Stay strong, baby,” he urged her, smacking the belt against her skin again, this time punishing the soft downy skin above her mound.

Spike repeated the process, his thwacks interspersing with her tormented sighs. The belt gradually got lower, closer to her open pussy. Her muscles clenched and relaxed under the onslaught but however much she wriggled the tip of the belt tormented her most delicate places.

“Oh Daddy, I can’t take anymore!” she cried, when the belt was only a hair’s breadth from coming down on her pussy.

“Yes you can, kitten. You’re a strong girl. You can take this.”

“No, please! I can’t!”

“You can use the word if you really want me to stop,” he reminded her, momentarily pausing to see if she would actually utter the safe word. However, she pursed her lips and kept quiet. A smile danced over his lips and he lifted the belt, bringing it down smack on her cunt. The very tip caught her delicate clit as it came down.

“Argh!” she squealed, her hips lifting clean off the bed.

Spike brought it down on her again, in the exact same place. It was such a strange feeling for Buffy. While it hurt, of course, it also felt weirdly good. It reminded her of the spanking. The pain was cleansing and stimulating at the same time.

A familiar sensation began to build up inside of her stomach but it took her by surprise when the orgasm actually coursed through her. Never had she expected that it would be possible to come from pain.

Spike stopped his onslaught when she screamed out her climax.

“Oh my God! Oh Daddy! Daddy! Fuck, it feels so strong. I’m coming! Argh!”

Only the bonds stopped her from leaping out of the bed. She pulled at them with all her strength but obviously she couldn’t free herself. Her pussy gushed with her juices as they flowed out of her. Spike smiled as he wondered if she’d ever experienced anything like this before. He was content in his silent assertion that none of those idiot boys could ever have pleasured her like this.

Yes, he was sure that no matter what happened he’d made his mark on Buffy Summers. Even if this never happened again, she’d never forget him. Never.

And he wasn’t even close to finished.

Buffy was the most beautiful sight Spike had ever seen, even more stunning than a Siren or an ancient Greek goddess. She just looked such a tasty little picture, all spread out for him, like the most delicious feast covered with his markings. He knew that he needed to take a taste of this succulent banquet.

He needed a taste and he needed it now!

Starting at the dip in her clavicles he ran his tongue alone the angular bone, finishing behind her ear. Wriggling his tongue rhythmically he worked his way in the other direction, pausing at her left ear to pull the lobe into his hungry mouth. He sucked on the delicate piece of flesh.

“Daddy!” she cried out.

“Mmm, you like that?” he asked, his teeth worrying the lobe.

“It feels amazing,” she cooed, tipping her head back to give him better access. “More!”

“Greedy little kitten,” he murmured, moving down lower to taste her swollen nipples. He drew her left nipple between his lips, his teeth gently grazing the cherry-like nub. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream when he gently bit down.

“Such a naughty…wanton…lovely….kitten,” he drawled, his words interspersed with tender licks.

When he was satisfied with that nipple, he turned his attention to her right breast, repeating the same ministrations with those. After the rough sting of the belt, feeling his tongue on her was even more heavenly than if her skin hadn’t been so abused. His hands caressed her thighs as he suckled at her breasts. Tingles seemed to follow every touch, skittering across her nerve endings.

However, there was still one vital area of her body that he longed to touch…and to taste.

He glided down her body to inspect her gaping slit. Her cunt was an angry red from being smacked with the belt. So puffy like the dewy petals of a rose in bloom. He caressed her softly and his mouth filled with saliva as her musky scent hit his nostrils.

Leaning in Spike ran a finger down her open pink folds. Her shaved mound was calling to him like a siren song and he gave her slit an experimental lick savoring the taste of her honey as it hit his tongue. Her clit peeked out curiously from under her hood, throbbing with need. He couldn’t help but pull the engorged little bundle of nerves into his mouth, suckling on it sensuously.

Buffy stared down at Spike in shock. She couldn’t believe he was feasting on her and seemingly enjoying it. She’d only had one boy do it for her before and that pimply teenager’s performance didn’t even make it into the same galaxy as Spike’s.

The peroxide blond was extracting sensations from her that didn’t even seem possible. The whole situation was somewhat surreal and the fact that it was all swathed in pleasure merely intensified that.

“Let’s soothe your poor abused cunny,” he hummed against her flesh. She vibrated with exhilaration at his caresses, silently pleading for more. The girl didn’t seem exactly au faith with dirty talk but he was sure that it wouldn’t take long until she had as filthy a mouth as he did.

However, her actions definitely spoke louder than words.

Although the bonds restricted her from moving around too much, she was still able to buck her hips upward, humping his mouth. When his tongue wriggled inside her pink hole she arched her back so that her clit could get some much needed friction against the tip of his nose. Spike knew exactly what she was doing, of course, but he didn’t reprimand her for being such a forceful little kitty. In fact he was secretly pleased that her libido was able to somewhat match his own.

Taking pity on the girl he pushed her hips back down to the bed with a forceful shove and held them in place with one hand. His other hand worked several fingers into her tight channel while he pulled on her sensitive pink bud with his teeth, drawing it harshly between his puckered lips.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh my good God!” she chanted in between moans and sighs. She was one of the most vocal women that he’d ever been with and Spike was loving every single second of this precious experience.

Inside of her the pressure built, like a dam waiting to explode. It was pervading every cell in her body suffusing her with a need that was new and yet comfortingly familiar all at the same time. Her heart was thumping in her chest, her palms were sweaty and her eyes were screwed tightly shut.

But Spike wasn’t going to let her give in to her needs so easily. He deftly kept her on the brink of her climax was what seemed like an eternity. The sweet torture was rapturous as the pressure climbed to perilous levels inside of her.

And then the waves of pleasure started to crash over her until she feared she might be washed away to nothing. Or at least she would have feared that had she been able to form coherent thoughts any longer by that point.

When she finally hit the pinnacle of her climax, sweet pussy juices gushed into his waiting mouth and he swallowed them down. She tasted like the finest wine to him and he would gladly have drunk from her font from here to eternity.

Slowly he withdrew from her mound and wiped her spendings from his chin, making sure to lick his fingers when he was done. He didn’t want to miss out on a single drop of Buffy taste.

Buffy’s clitoris throbbed ceaselessly as the aftermath of her orgasm still ran through her nerves. Her juices spilled down her thighs and butt cheeks, pooling on the material beneath her ass. In moments it was totally soaked through with the continuing stream of her honey.

“Heavens, you come like a fountain,” Spike chuckled with a hint of pride. “The sweetest fountain I ever tasted.”

He lazily retrieved her lacy panties from where he’d dropped them on the ground earlier and cleaned her inner thighs with the scrap of lace. When he was satisfied he brought the soiled panties slowly to his nose. Buffy looked on with a mixture of fascination, repulsion and arousal churning inside of her.

Letting his blue eyes drift shut he breathed in the scent of her juices as if they were the finest French perfume. “Mmm, you smell wonderful,” he sighed, a gooey look settling on his face. “You know what’s even better about these knickers?”

Buffy shook her head and choked out, “No.”

A smile spread over Spike’s face. He sucked in his cheeks highlighting the angular planes of his cheekbones. “Then I’ll tell you love.” He continued to gently finger the scrap of lace in his hands as she waited eagerly for him to continue. “This little thing here…it’s multipurpose.”

Buffy frowned in confusion at his words but she didn’t have long to wait before finding out his meaning. Her eyes bugged out of her head when Spike stuffed the panties into her open mouth, effectively gagging her. She tried to spit out the material but she couldn’t seem to get the leverage with her tongue. Her eyes shot fire at her father but he only grinned with amusement at her struggles.

“Can you taste yourself, love?” he asked, ignoring the way she was tugging at her bonds. “Can you taste that lovely flavor of your sweet cummy juices?”

The way she glowered at him gave him the answer that he needed and a small chuckle bubbled from his lips. Despite her fury at being forced to taste the panties, Buffy actually didn’t think they tasted so bad. There was something tangy yet sweet about them. It made her understand why Spike seemed to enjoy the taste of her cunt so thoroughly. She’d loved feeling his mouth on her soft wet pussy lips, tongue wriggling inside of her pink hole. He’d taken her to a heaven that she suspected none of the teenage boys she’d been with even knew existed.

A sharp slap to her face brought her back from her musings. That was something she should have hated and resented but the sharp sting did nothing but arouse her even further right then. It was disconcerting because she never suspected pain would be a turn on for her. When she’d felt Spike bringing the belt relentlessly down on her spread labia, it had imbued her senses with a unique kind of bliss. One that she could never have foreseen.

Maybe she was just as nutballs as her mom.

She wasn’t sure how to feel about that but then again she wasn’t sure how to feel about anything at that moment.

There was a maelstrom of emotions all warring for dominance in her brain right now and she couldn’t fathom which of those conflicting feelings would finally gain a victory over the others.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he told her, his deep voice little more than a lustful croak. “I want you to concentrate just on feeling me. Let yourself feel how I feel you all up.”

Spike knew that he didn’t need to use a condom. His girl had been on birth control for over a year. She’d told him that it was to regulate her menstrual cycle, but after finding out what a wanton little devil she was today he was beginning to suspect she had different motives for obtaining it.

Putting the thought of Buffy with others out of his mind, he slid the head of his dick over her slippery folds, hitting her clit. The zing of pleasure that seared through her was already too much. She didn’t know how she could cope with this. She was a total mess, burning in the arms of the man she couldn’t survive another moment without.

“Do you like that?” he asked and Buffy nodded, still unable to speak due to her makeshift gag. “I can’t wait to be inside you, pet. I want to become part of you, experience how good you feel on the inside. Mmm, want to feel your hot cunt clenching around me. I know it’s going to me heaven, kitten.”

When his cock finally slid inside of her Buffy squealed blissfully like an excited little piglet. She had never felt so full, so complete before. Nothing could compare to the feeling of Spike fully seated within her sopping passage. He gasped himself and gritted his teeth, gnashing them together. His dick felt like it was already ready to explode with his hot load.

“Fuck but you feel like heaven,” he groaned, screwing his eyes shut as they rolled back in his head. He was encased in her tight, hot flesh and he knew that if he died right at this moment then he would have died at the very pinnacle of his existence. Nothing else would ever compare to this paradise.

He glanced down at his pseudo-daughter and watched her as the pleasurable emotions played out over her face. She was gasping around her panties, guttural moans emanating from deep within her. When he eyes snapped open and locked with his he knew he needed to hear her scream for him so he reached down and yanked the panties out of her mouth with a roar. She rewarded him with the prettiest little squeal he’d ever heard.

“Oh God! Daddy!” she moaned in ecstasy as he thrust harder into her.

Spike stroked a damp lock of hair away from her forehead and smiled indulgently at her. When she called him ‘Daddy’ it had made him harden even more. He knew that was wrong but…oh well. After what he’d done already tonight he was pretty sure he was hell bound anyway. A few more sins to add to the coffers wouldn’t make a real difference now.

Leaning down he buried his face in her neck, nipping gently at the soft skin of her shoulder. He moved his lips up to her jaw line before turning his attention to her earlobes. Buffy’s ears had always been a soft spot for her and when she felt him take the delicate nub of flesh between his sharp teeth she keened in ecstasy.

The teen wanted to touch Spike too, and tugged on her bindings. It was the sweetest kind of torture that Spike was subjecting her to keeping her from him. He had access to every single area of her body but she was denied the same pleasure. It was fantastically frustrating.

His pelvis collided with the tip of her clit making her shiver and quiver to the point where she was sure that her mind had actually started to melt inside of her skull. The sharp bones of his hips dug into her on every down stroke but she was quickly learning to appreciate that feeling.

“Oh I need…” Buffy gasped, not knowing exactly what she needed.

“Tell me, baby,” he urged her, arching his hips so his thrusts caused the head of his dick to hit her sweet spot. She keened beneath him and panted rapidly.

“I need…more.”

“I can give you what you need, pet. I want to give it to you. I want to feel you shake beneath me.” Spike emphasized his point with an extra-emphatic pump of his hips. “Will you come all over my cock, Goldilocks? Will you squirt your delicious juices all over me?”

Buffy’s brain was too addled with bliss to respond so Spike took matters into his own hands…literally. His fingers found her clit and he pinched the little pink nub sending her spiraling into a body shaking orgasm. Her internal muscles clamped down around his throbbing cock, milking him for all he was worth. He knew he couldn’t hang on for another moment and roared out his completion as he spurted his come deeply into her.

Spike loosened the ropes, slipping her limbs from their bindings. He graced her with an adoring smile as she stretched and purred like a cat.

Tenderly he massaged her wrists and ankles, taking each one in turn and using delicate fingers to fully bring the circulation back into them. He placed kisses on her hands and feet before laying her back down on the pillow.

“Did you enjoy that, love?” he asked knowingly.

Buffy nodded, suddenly shy. “I did.” A sudden blast of insecurity struck her. “You did too, right? I mean it was good for you?”

“Good doesn’t even begin to describe it.” Buffy gasped as a finger trailed its way down her ribs. “You were brilliant. I’ve never shagged anyone as passionate as you…or as lovely.”

“Thanks,” she mumbled with embarrassment.

She flushed under his heated stare and tried to turn away but his nimble fingers grasped her chin before she could turn from him.

“Don’t ever turn away from a compliment, Buffy,” he said seriously. “You are lovely and beautiful.”

This time she blushed but she didn’t shy away from his praise. He made her feel amazing, inside and out. She didn’t think she’d ever experienced that before, certainly not with any of the fumbling high school boys that had shared her bed.

Being with Spike was like a revelation, one that she might have waited her whole life to discover had it not been for this strange twist of fate bringing them together. Buffy supposed that she should be indirectly grateful to Angel for inadvertently leading her to Spike.

The weirdest thing about this was just how not weird it was to be lying here naked with the man who she’d always considered a father to her. It should feel awkward or icky, especially considering the things they did together. But it didn’t. Actually it felt more right than she could even conceive.

Before she’d even gotten her breath back fully, Spike was leaning up on one elbow with a twinkle in his eyes again. He was openly leering at her exposed body with a look that made her skin tingle and her pussy throb. No one else had ever been able to make her feel so good with just a look before.

“Ready for more?” he asked hopefully causing Buffy’s eyes to bug out of her head.

“Already?” she asked incredulously glancing down at his steely cock. It had already swelled again even though it was still glistening with a mixture of their juices from their last sweaty fuck. “Are you secretly Superman or something?”

“Or something,” he replied. “The ‘something’ being that looking at you makes me harder than nails.”

Buffy giggled girlishly. “Really? I mean I never thought I could do that to you.”

“Oh you do, pet.” He lowered his head to lick one juicy looking nipple. “No one’s ever made me feel like this. I never knew it could be this good.”

She basked in the glow of his compliment for a moment before deciding to broach a difficult subject. “Daddy, did you ever feel this way before today?” Buffy cleared her throat. “I mean, did you ever look at me as more than your daughter?”

Spike frowned for a moment, truly considering her question. He was a little surprised that she’d been the one to bring up the issue as usually she avoided difficult subjects. However, he supposed it was easier to break out of your comfort zone when your whole body felt like it was made of jell-o. Her mind was so jellified that she probably didn’t even grasp the magnitude of what she was asking.

In truth he’d known for some time that Buffy had flourished into a beautiful young woman. She turned the heads of men wherever she went despite the fact that Spike didn’t think any of those losers were worthy of his precious girl.

But in spite of taking notice of her beauty, he didn’t think Little Spike had ever sat up and taken notice until today. Well, that was apart from the occasional Buffy-centric wet dream but the peroxide blond always figured that was some kind of anomaly.

After all, what useful message could his subconscious really have to tell him?

He knew that he had to be careful in the way he worded his reply to his daughter. If he told her about the dreams then she might think he was a huge disgusting pervert. Although he figured that she probably already thought that after what they’d done together today. But if he told her that today was the first time he’d felt an attraction to her then she might assume that he didn’t really have feelings for her.

Spike would never understand women or their reactions and he’d stopped trying. The best thing was just to wing it.

“Buffy love, you’ve always meant so much to me, first as a daughter and now as…more. You’ve blossomed into such a lovely young woman that I’d have to be blind, deaf and dumb not to notice you. I never really considered the possibility of seeing you as anything other than my little girl until today. But I’m glad this happened. You don’t regret it do you?”

He felt a stab of fear as he waited for her answer but she graced him with a beatific yet wily grin. “The only thing I regret is that we didn’t do it sooner,” she giggled.

“Hmm, is that so?”

“Yep,” she nodded firmly. She lifted her hand to caress the lean muscles of his chest and smiled at the way the muscles rippled under her touch.

“Well, in that case,” he tugged her flush against him. “There’s a lot more that we have left to do.”

“What…more?” she gasped questioningly. His hands ran down to her ass and he gripped it firmly, gently smacking her booty.

“On your knees,” he commanded. “Now.”

It took her a moment to realize that he was serious. The huskily demanding tone of his voice made her quiver and she scrambled to obey, presenting her hind end to her father-cum-lover. Spike positioned himself in back of her, taking a moment to soak in the picturesque view. Her ass was round and toned, juicy and succulent. It looked like the forbidden apple from the Garden of Eden and he found himself craving a taste.

Gripping the firm globes of her ass, he spread them apart and lowered his mouth to the valley between her cheeks. His tongue glided up and down the sensitive area causing Buffy to fist the tattered sheets in her trembling hands. Her nails clawed at the bed as her body tried to contend with the overload of blissful sensations. She’d never had a man lick her there before and it felt indescribably good. The nerve endings were electrified by the tip of his tongue slithering over them.

Spike dipped his hands into the juicy passage of her pussy and spread the moisture backward, lubing up her other hole in preparation for his invasion. He worked one finger into the tight channel and his eyes rolled up in his head as he noted just how tight she actually was. His mouth watered with anticipation as he envisaged working his cock inside of that forbidden territory.

“No one’s ever taken you here before, have they?” he whispered, barely able to talk as his arousal tortured him. His fingertips danced over the area in question with feather-light caresses.

Buffy shook her head but Spike wanted her to verbalize the truth of her anal virginity to him. He needed to hear the words to know for sure that he was going to be the first man to take her ass.

“Tell me, my little pet. Has anyone ever shagged you in your delectable little arse before?”

“No,” she gasped, bucking wildly as he stuffed two more fingers inside the puckered hole.

“No ‘what’?”

“Oh God!” Another finger joined the ones that were already inside of her, pushing her closer to the precipice of a monster climax. “N-no, I-I’ve never had anyone there b-before, Daddy.”

Spike smirked, satisfied with her answer and withdrew his fingers. His smirk widened at the mewl of complaint she let out due to the loss of contact but he wasn’t intending to leave her wanting for long.

Bending her a little more forward and urging her legs further apart he positioned the throbbing belled head of his cock at the entrance to her puckered hole. With extreme gentleness he pressed the weeping organ inside of her.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” gasped Buffy rhythmically as she felt him sinking deeply inside. It was different to how she’d ever imagined it being.

It was so much better.

“Not hurting you am I Kitten?” he asked with a strained voice. In truth he wanted to ram his cock home but he didn’t want to hurt the girl. As much as they both had a penchant for the rough stuff, in the end she was still more precious to him than anything.

“Uh, no it f-feels…oh so good,” Buffy stammered. She could barely hold a single thought in her brain right now so how did Spike expect her to form coherent answers?

He chuckled. “I think my baby girl likes feeling me inside her juicy arse. Don’t you, Goldilocks?”

“Oh yes!”

Her exclamation came as Spike started to move in and out of her, slowly at first as he established a rhythm. The ring of anal muscles constricted around him every time he pumped in and out. He was forced to grit his teeth to keep from coming right at that second. She was so hot and so tight that it was a constant struggle not to release his load.

“God, you feel so good, baby,” he panted, thrusting more rapidly inside her now. Even better, she was fucking him back, her little ass wiggling against him. It was the most delicious and obscene sight to watch his engorged organ disappearing inside her forbidden hole over and over. He etched it on his brain so that he would be sure never to forget.

“You…feel…so…good…too,” she moaned, gripping the coverlet for dear life.

“I can make it even better,” he chuckled.

With practiced precision he reached around to her pussy and cupped the moist mound. He could feel how steadily her juices were running from her open lips and coating her thighs. Deftly he manipulated her clit with two fingers, twisting it and rubbing it alternately.

When she felt his hands on her cunt, Buffy bucked upward and let out a shriek. She felt like all her senses were being overloaded with too much pleasure. It had gotten to the point that she actually hurt because she needed to find her release so badly.

“I need to come!” she cried out, actually tears cascading down her face from the pleasure. “Please Daddy!”

“You want me to make you come?” he asked with a leer. He removed his expert fingers from her clit which drew a sob from the girl. “If you want it then you need to beg.”

“Never,” she sighed. If he hadn’t been so close to a climax himself he would have laughed at Buffy’s attempt to replace his fingers with her own. She was shaking so violently from the pleasure that her fumbled tries were next to useless.

After only a few moments she craned her head to look at him with big imploring eyes. “I need you,” she sighed. “Daddy!”

“You know the magic words, pet.”

“I….oh!”

“Say them, Buffy,” he whispered, leaning forward over her. His adjustment changed the angle of penetration and she almost toppled from the bed when she felt him sink even more deeply into her ass. If it hadn’t been for his strong arm banded around her she was sure she would have fallen.

“Oh, God!” she gasped, her resolve to be strong crumbling. “I’m begging you, Daddy. Make me cum.”

Spike smiled. He liked to know he still retained a little of the power, even if it was just an illusion. In reality this beautiful girl had him wrapped around her finger so tightly that he could barely breathe. That didn’t matter though because he felt that he could live with air but not without Buffy.

Not after this.

Knowing how desperately his girl needed to find her release his fingers shot back to her clit, rubbing the pearly nub so hard that she wasn’t sure if she was experiencing pain or pleasure. Whichever one it was, the movement worked and she felt the first waves of a mammoth orgasm start to build within her.

“Oh, fuck!” she swore. “I’m coming. I’m coming. Argh!”

The swayed and bucked underneath him. Her muscles started to contract so violently that Spike thought they might rip his dick off. Her orgasm didn’t take long in triggering one of his own and he screamed out his own climax as he shot a stream of milky semen into the depths of her ass.

They collapsed to the bed in a tangled heap of limbs. Neither of the lovers was sure where they ended or began. A dual whine sounded from the both of them as his deflating cock slipped out of her tight channel. Buffy could feel his spending trickling out of her and pooling on the coverlet.

He held her closely to him, resting his chin in the curve of her shoulder. The blonde teenager mewled in pleasure as he lightly sank his teeth into her prone skin. She wondered if she could achieve an orgasm just from that alone.

“You’re mine now,” Spike whispered, not loosening his grip around her stomach. “I’m not letting you go. Not ever, no matter what. They’d have to pry my cold dead hands off your creamy skin to take you from me.” He interspersed his words with soft caresses and butterfly kisses along the flawless expanse of her shoulders.

Buffy shivered with a mixture of pleasure and fear as his words soaked into her brain. She belonged to him now. But somehow she knew he would take good care of her…in body, heart, and soul. “Yes,” she agreed quietly, her acceptance on the whisper of a breath.

“You can never leave me, Buffy. I want to hear you tell me,” he insisted, his grip tightening to almost painful proportions. “Tell me you’re mine.”

She twisted her head to their eyes could meet. As the two gazes clashed it was like a fire bolt of electricity crackling between the two of them. “I’m yours, Spike. I promise you. I’m always yours. I never want to leave you.”

“Feeling’s more than mutual, kitten,” he grinned.

And as his lips touched hers with heartbreaking tenderness she knew for sure that they’d both spoken nothing less than the absolute truth.

She was truly his. And he was hers.

********************

After that day things got even better than I could ever have imagined. Our relationship blossomed into something I never thought it could be. It’s a little strange sometimes because I still think of him as being my dad. But it’s okay ‘cause he loves it when I call him Daddy.

Especially if I call him Daddy when he’s pounding me senseless from behind.

We don’t exactly act like father and daughter around each other most of the time these days. But sometimes when I’ve been having a day from suckage hell he’ll let me crawl into his lap and hold me until I feel better.

He makes me feel safe. He gives me someplace and someone to belong to.

He tells me that as soon as I graduate he wants to make an honest woman out of me. I can’t wait! When I was a little girl I always dreamed of walking down the aisle with the man I was in love with. Of course I never thought it’d be Spike but I’m so glad it is. I can already picture the exact dress that I want, oh and the exact cake. Oh and we are so having Wind Beneath My Wings for the first dance. I’m not gonna turn into one of those crazy-ass bridezillas though so you don’t need to worry. I just want things to be perfect for our special day.

I can tell that Daddy…or Spike as I probably should call him now…is totally excited too. He gets this gleam in his eyes when I mention the subject. Sometimes I think he’s actually even more enthusiastic about the wedding than I am. And you know that’s saying something.

We don’t talk about the wedding all of the time though, of course. There are other, even funner, pastimes that we like to indulge in. He’s taught me so much stuff and not just about sex. I mean yeah the sex is freakin’ awesome, and I’ve gotta be honest he’s shown me how to do things with whip cream that blew my mind, but he’s also shown me what love can really be. I didn’t understand until now how much he loves me. But he does…in every single way.

He also tried to teach me about 70’s punk music but let’s just say that didn’t go quite so well. Still, give me sex over punk any day and I’m a happy Buffy.

Or a jell-o-y Buffy after a session with Spike.

Seriously, that man’s got some stamina. I’m convinced he’s half demon or something with the things he can do with his tongue and that would also totally explain the fact that he can go for six hours straight.

Anyway I gotta go now because Spike’s gonna be home soon and he told me to be prepared ‘cause apparently he’s got some surprises in store for me tonight! Possibly surprises that include the use of that naughty demon tongue.

Actually I’m hoping tonight’s the night he makes good on his promise to show me just how much fun it can be to experiment with hot wax and ice.

And to think it all started with me being a bad bad girl.

Hah!

Who would ever have guessed how it would turn out in the end?