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A/N: Ok, I have to say thanks up front to my betas and the readers who've stuck with me so far. I love all the reviews and encourage everyone to leave one, even if it's short. We are moving into the AO territory here, so if you're sensitive to graphic sex, please stay away, you've been warned. Thanks to Cordykitten for putting me in touch with Debart... she's the one responsable for the pic in the last chapter. She gave me permission and all the credit goes to her and her wonderful JM art. Important note: I wasn't supposed to see my husband for 14 months... he's deploying to Iraq. Needless to say he showed up at my dad's as a surprise to me and our kids. So if I don't post for 2 weeks... you know why. On that note, enjoy, I have to go tend to my soldier. SPECIAL NOTE to beasleysmom, girl, I know your friend /beta Vicky. She and I talked and you live practically next door to me. I tried emailing you and left a response to your review as well. I'd love to meet you face to face when I get back home this fall to pick your brain, I love your stories. I'm over in Shiloh Housing on SAFB. So if you want, email me.
Con't from Chapter 6

"You wouldn't?!?!" Would he?.......................

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"Never put anythin' past me, especially when it comes to you." He hooked one leg under hers at the calf and rolled her half way over, exposing her bottom to his free hand while still holding hers tight with the other.

Crack!!! His hand came down hard on the apple of her bottom and she nearly pierced his eardrum with her scream.

"Good girls get nice things, Buffy." Crack!!! "Bad girls need to be put in their place." Crack!!! "Naughty girls, well..." Crack!!! "Somethin' tells me you're a combination of all three."

"Stop it, owww! That HURTS, you bastard... OW!" She heard what he said but the sting to her flesh was making her madder by the second.

"I can do this harder `f you want. I'm nowhere near usin' the amount of strength I could." Crack!!! "I promised to make it hurt in all the wrong places didn' I? And since I consider m'self a man of m' word." Crack!!! Crack!!! Crack!!! "Had enough?" He released her leg and pinned her back underneath him.

Buffy was livid. Her face as red with anger as her ass surely was, she shot daggers at him with her eyes. Feeling a surge of adrenalin rush through her, she began fighting against him with renewed force. Bucking her hips and twisting her limbs as best she could, her foot gained purchase on the bedspread enough that she actually had him struggling to keep his hold.

One of her wrists slipped free and she used it to bring her own hand down with all her might on his left ass cheek in a stinging blow that sounded as bad as it must have hurt.

"See how you like it huh? Can you take what you dish out?" She dealt him two more slaps before he caught her arm and the fight was over.

"Oooh baby, that hurt so good. You're strong for such a tiny thing, full of fire... I love it." Seeing her face flush with anger, he smashed his mouth against hers, swallowing any protests for several long seconds till she responded back with equal fervor.

Teeth clashed, each nipping at the other's lips between hot open-mouthed kisses. He let her go and was thrilled when her hands reached for his face, trying to pull him in even closer. One hand palmed her breast roughly while the other held her hip. His lust mounted as she fought him with her mouth. He needed to be in her, needed to feel her walls surround him as he drove himself into her soft body.

As the last of his self-control snapped, he nudged her legs apart roughly and settled himself between her thighs. She pulled her feet up, planting them on the bed and arched her back. Feeling his cock slide along her cleft, he groaned and pulled away from her mouth. Leaning his forehead against hers he asked her honestly.

"Are you ready? Are you ready to take me inside of you?" The wait would surely kill him if she said no.

"God yes! Take me now… I'm yours." She stiffened slightly as she felt the head of his cock nudge against her opening.

"Hang on to me; we'll take this part slow. Don' wanna hurt my girl. Jus' relax your body and let it happen."

He began peppering her face with sweet kisses as he pushed his way inside. Hearing her whimper, he stopped and spoke comforting words into her hair.

"`S ok baby. Keep kissin' me and focus on how good it'll feel." He captured her lips in a tender kiss and pushed forward another two inches. When she stiffened again he stroked her hair reassuringly. Distracting her with his lips, she calmed again then moaned into his mouth.

Drawing back a fraction, he pushed forward again. With each carefully measured thrust, he sank further and further into her warm passage. Inch by agonizing inch, her moaning increased, and as far as he could tell they were sounds emitted in pleasure, not pain.

It felt like an eternity passed till he was fully seated within her depths, and he snarled at how tight she felt. Once there he stopped all movement, wanting to be sure she was all right.

"You ok?" It took all his self-control to hold perfectly still, waiting for her to answer.

"I'm fine, just… please go slow right now. You're really, REALLY big… but… uhnn, feels so good, so perfect." And, it did feel perfect to her. She'd never felt so full, so replete until this moment in time with this man. It was as if she'd found a slice of heaven as she held him inside of her.

Desperately wanting him to start moving, she purposely clenched her muscles around him, hearing him growl in that dead sexy way that was all Spike.

"Christ luv, better not do that or this'll be over before it even starts." She gripped him again and he growled even louder. He began rocking, holding her closely against him as he buried his face in her neck. So warm, so bloody tight. She's right, feels perfect.

Felt too right, too perfect for him. His body reeled from the sensation of being inside her while his mind swam in a mixture of emotions. To William, to Spike even, it was like coming home. They fit so well he swore she was custom made for him… and him alone. Being with other women always felt good, but this woman was different, special, perfect, she was Buffy... his Buffy.

He lost himself as she moved with him in perfect unison. The way she danced beneath him, met him thrust for thrust was as if she anticipated his every move and strove to match him.

"Feel so tight, warm… you're so wet for me kitten. Wanna do this to you all night." Bringing his mouth to hers again, they began a passion filled kiss as the last of the sun disappeared, leaving them in complete darkness.

Feeling her body adjust to his size, she pushed against him, sensing a loss every time he pulled out until he was back again. His size was overwhelming at first, but the way he touched every part of her inside with each gentle thrust had her body humming. If they did this all night, he wouldn't hear a single complaint from her.

"Faster Spike. Need… more." So much for not asking anything from him, but begging was still out of the question. She'd never put herself in that position again, not with him, not with any man.

The simple request from her sweet lips did him in. He picked up the pace, gradually building the tempo till they both were gasping for air. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, the angle allowed him to sink in even further. When she screamed his name aloud, he began pounding into her harder, feeling the tip of his head brush her womb with every stroke.

"Buffy!" He snarled her name from deep within his throat and gave her everything he had.

Climbing the ladder of passion, she gripped him tighter with her thighs and locked her ankles together. With each thrust, she felt him strike the opening of her womanhood sharply, and though it hurt, she welcomed the mixture of pain and pleasure.

Damn. He didn't think he could hold out much longer. Reaching back, he took one of her legs and pried it off his hip.

"Don't you DARE even think it!" She'd kick him out of her house bare-ass naked and keep his clothes just to teach him a lesson.

"Not gonna leave, jus' need some light." It wasn't entirely a lie since the sun had set, but he needed a break to get his hormones under control, again.

He was getting highly annoyed at the fact he enjoyed this, enjoyed her a little too much. After cumming twice, there should have been no need or urge to cum again anytime soon despite the fact that they were finally engaging in sex. Never before had he had this problem with any woman. Stamina was his middle name, part of the reason he was so popular and highly requested.

Yes, but she's not jus' any woman. 'The boy' was back to taunt his state of arousal, trying to reason that she was different somehow. Spike knew this, had already admitted it, but it still didn't change the fact this was business and he had to keep that in the forefront of his mind.

Do try to remember the bigger picture and shut your gob.

Well, isn' that the pot calling the kettle black.

Whatever.

He pulled out with a loud plopping noise and rushed to the bathroom. Flicking the light on, he quickly grabbed a few candles and a lighter from the counter then shut the light off and returned. Finding the surface of her vanity, he set about lining them up, lighting each one in turn. It wasn't nearly the amount of light he'd hoped for, but the surrounding area and their reflection was visible enough for his purposes.

As the soft glow of light filled the room, he noticed several scarves of various colors and patterns hanging over one side of the mirror's hinge. He made a mental note of them and turned around to a sight he did not expect.

Buffy lay there spread eagle, three fingers pumping away inside herself while fondling one breast. This is not happenin' to me, Christ, I need a cold shower.

She didn't know what had gotten into her, well aside from him anyway, but keeping herself turned on when he left seemed the right thing to do considering her orgasmic problem. When he looked in her direction, she thought he might self-combust. The combined look of shock and lust made her want to laugh at him again. Instead, on an impulse, she upped the ante and did the unthinkable to herself and to him after he addressed her.

"I see you've been busy." What the hell else could he say? Flabbergasted by her brazen display when only moments earlier she acted like a blushing virgin, he didn't know whether to feel a sense of pride from getting her to drop her inhibitions or upset that she'd continued without him. What she did next caught him completely off-guard.

She smiled seductively at him while she kept herself 'busy' a few seconds longer. Then she stopped. She raised her glistening fingers up for inspection then slowly brought them to her mouth.

"Mmmmmm." Her tongue darted out to lick a digit once in lollipop fashion then wrapped her lips around it, hollowing out her cheeks while drawing it slowly back out.

"Want some?" She held her hand out in offering but didn't wait for him to respond. "No? Oh well, your loss." Bringing her fingers back to her mouth, she intended to suck another one and watched as his expression turn darker than the night itself.

I've created a monster. He jumped the few short feet to the bed and grabbed her wrist, preventing a repeat performance.

"Did I say you could do that?" He reprimanded seriously.

"Didn't say I couldn't." She could tell she was playing with fire judging from his tone, but the desire to tease him became too much to restrain.

"I think another punishment is in order for your insolence." He smiled wickedly. When her own smile didn't fade, he thought perhaps she forgot the harsh spanking he dealt out earlier.

"You're just mad I wouldn't share." She wiggled her fingers to indicate her meaning then stuck her bottom lip out. "There's plenty more where that came from you know. Perhaps…"

"What did I say 'bout that sassy mouth of yours? If you don' shut it, I'll stick somethin' in it that will."

There's an image he wouldn't mind seeing, those exceptional pouty lips wrapped around him, sucking him off. Unfortunately, that was something else that never happened on the job or in William's life for that matter. It was always about servicing the clients, not the other way around. Even Cecily, his first love and only sexual experience prior to working for Lorne, hadn't wanted any part of it. `Course the issue of my size was probably a 'huge' factor. He laughed out loud at his own pun.

Buffy thought he was laughing at her. It irritated her, making her decide to provoke him further. Fellatio was one area she at least had a little experience in, albeit not much, but Lindsey always seemed to enjoy it.

"You're right, it would… but I'm not sure YOU could handle it." Yup, that got him good. His expression went blank for lack of a response. Take that asshole.

At every turn she surprised him more and more, leaving him speechless. Bollocks, I'm even startin' to enjoy arguin' with her. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but he noticed she was too smug right now for his taste. Not for long. Gonna cure that right quick. He couldn't allow her get the upper hand; he was the one in charge.

Suddenly it clicked in his brain, making perfect sense out of what Lorne had told him. She had control issues. It must be the reason for the 'forceful coaxing' part of Lorne's speech. He'd have to 'force' her into total submission so that her passionate side could break free. Her need to control sexual situations and control herself repressed that inner passion. No wonder she had problems reaching orgasm.

"Buffy, I'm warnin' you right now…"

"Oh what? You gonna spank me again? Puleez." Inside she was afraid he might do it again. It hurt like hell, but that fear didn't stop her from ranting on when maybe it was in her best interest to keep quiet. To hell with that, he deserves it.

"I think I can do better than that." Ohhhh, you're askin' for it li'l girl.

"I see your mouth moving but all I hear is blah, blah, blah. Maybe you should stick THIS in it and shut YOUR hole!" His face crinkled in confusion until she wiggled her hand he still held by the wrist.

He looked at her fingers to find she'd lowered all but her middle.

"You're gonna get it now you bloody bint." He let go of her wrist to grab at her body, but she anticipated this.

She rolled off the opposite side of the bed, barely avoiding his grasp.

She giggled and darted further across the room.

"This is what you're doing." Her hand made a munching action like the old pac-man game. "THIS… is what I want you to do." She clamped her hand down, indicating to shut it.

Laughing away, she sidestepped his sudden lunge, and sprinted back to the bed. When she attempted to roll across it to the other side, he stopped her short by the ankle.

"Gotcha!!!" She was in such a fit of hysterics that she didn't even try to fight him as he wrestled her onto her back and climbed on top of her. Her laughter became contagious and soon had him joining in.

Between breaths, he tried to remind her he hadn't forgotten about her punishment.

"This… aha… doesn't change… hahahahahaha… my decision… ahaha… one bit… hahahaha… minx!"

Oh, she knew he probably wouldn't, so she tried to get herself under control and attempted, hopefully, to distract him from it.

"I'm sorry, sorry, AHH… hahaha…. cut it out." He tickled her relentlessly as tears formed in her eyes from laughing so hard.

When he did finally stop, she wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him down for a kiss. She ran her hand repeatedly through is hair, making the last of his gel release its hold from the natural waviness and curls of his hair.

She loved it. It was smooth, soft, and flowed between her fingers like silk, springing back to its original shape each time she released it. Finishing the kiss, she pulled back to compliment him, continually running her fingers through the platinum locks.

"I love this hair. You have beautiful curls... so soft. You should leave the gel off, it looks better like this." She meant every word even though distraction was her goal.

"Beautiful isn' exactly a word you use with a man, luv, but I'll take the compliment anyway, thanks. As for the gel, gotta use it. If I don'…" He trailed off, realizing what she was up to.

"What?" She asked, a streak of apprehensiveness at being discovered graced her face, giving her away instantly.

"I know what you're tryin' to do, and trust me, s' gonna happen regardless." Her frown at being called out was adorably sweet. No, no spanking this time. Somethin' better, a sweeter form of punishment is jus' what you deserve.

"You're not really going to spank me again. Are you?" This time she over-emphasized her pout, hoping to play on his sympathy.

"C'mere." He got up from the bed and beckoned her with his finger. When she didn't follow right away, his tone became sterner.

"Buffy, every second you don' do as you're told will make it worse for you in the end. I said, COME. HERE!" He stood in front of the vanity and smiled when she got up to do as instructed.

I can use my safe word; I can use my safe word. She repeated the chant in her head as she walked to stand before him.

"There's my good girl." She looked like a guilty toddler standing before him, nervously shifting from one foot to the other, chewing her lip, head bowed slightly as she peered up at him, face brimming with dread. Whether she played it up or this was the real her, he found it irresistibly cute.

"Li'l closer." He crooked his finger and waited until she got within inches of him then raised her chin. Looking deep in her eyes, he tilted his head and studied them. Any other woman would have been waiting with baited breath, anticipating his next move and ready to do his bidding with nothing but lust in her eyes. Not Buffy. Her emerald eyes held so much more than just lust: naivety, curiosity, need, anxiety, desperation and... longing. Yes, it was definitely longing, but for what? Those eyes wouldn't give up their secret no matter how long he stared into them. 'The boy's' words echoed in his head... God a man could get lost in those eyes.

He stared at her with an intensity she'd never known before. He didn't just look at her; it was as if he was looking within her, searching for something. She couldn't remember the last time a man looked directly into her eyes, let alone stay like that. His face held a soft hint of wonderment along with the inquisitiveness. It was a decidedly beautiful look on him, matter-of-fact he was a beautiful man with any look he wore, and he wore them all so well. She blinked, and his expression vanished as he straightened his head.

"Wha's your favorite color?"

Huh?

"Huh?"

"`S simple question pet, wha's your favorite color?"

"Uhmmm, pink."

"Hmm, pink. Good choice. Would you say you're a paisley kind of girl, or more of a plaid or even stripes say?"

"Paisley... I guess. Why are you... wait a minute, what does any of this hav..."

"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy," he scolded and shook his head back and forth in disapproval. "and, here I thought you were doin' so well till you kept talkin'."

"Aaa."

"Buffy?!?! You'll make this worse on yourself if you start arguin' with me I promise."

Her mouth clamped shut with an audible click. Damnit! What is he playing at NOW? Whatever it was, it killed her to suppress the urge to say something back, but she did it anyway. She still didn't know what her punishment was or if she could get through it without using her safe word. If he actually chose to make it worse for her because she kept talking... wait... whom was she kidding, he would do it. Arrrrrgh.

"You’re a quick learner, tha's good, VERY good." He smirked when her eyes narrowed. He knew she wanted to say something back. She was positively lovely even while fuming from contempt at her situation.

"Turn around." As soon as she did, he turned sideways and silently retrieved two scarves, one pink, one paisley, and draped them over his shoulder.

He placed his hands above her shoulders, manipulating the muscles and rubbed soothing circles with his thumbs near her spine to relax her. She sighed and dropped her head forward as he carried his massage over her shoulders and down her arms, kneading and rubbing as he went, taking his time as he worked all the way down to her wrists.

Mmmm, Spike hands, hands of Spike... other things of Spike. Her mind drifted. Remembering how good he felt inside made her pussy instantly ache, wanting him back where he belonged.

Confident she was sufficiently distracted, he reached for her wrists. Administering a few traction moves that disguised his intent, he suddenly pulled her arms together and held them taut behind her back with one hand. Retrieving the pink scarf from his shoulder, he speedily bound them, tying it off expertly like a cowboy after roping a bull to the ground.

"SPIKE! What do you think you're doing?" Taken by surprise, she couldn't fault him on his tactics. He must be like the green beret of escorts, downright stealthy. Still, a part of her was a little more frightened than she cared to admit. Not being able to use her hands? That was never of the good.

"Sshhhh." He dropped the other scarf to the ground then leaned forward and kissed the nape of her neck. "You won' regret it."

He just had to go and say that again. He could sell a refrigerator to an Eskimo, making her do things, want things that she never thought possible. Damnit all to hell. She relaxed herself as best she could and waited.

Placing his hands at her waist, he turned her around to face him. He smiled approvingly more to himself than her.

"I must say, you look quite ravishing like this." He reached out to caress one breast before lowering his head to take the pert mound into his mouth. Sucking tenderly, he pressed his face into her skin and swirled his tongue over her nipple while tweaking the neglected one.

"Ohhh, I..." She stopped right there when he looked at her sharply. Clearly, he wanted her not to speak at all. Switching his attention to her other breast, she tried not to moan but failed miserably under his expert tongue. She looked at him but noted he didn't seem to mind, it was just talking that was a no-go. Thank you Jesus. Her "Oohs" and "Aaahs" now flowed like The Niagra from her mouth.

Now you're gettin' the hang of it. Not wanting to waste a moment, he nibbled at her rosy peak then dragged his tongue down the middle of her chest, bending at the knees as he went. Reaching the floor, he kissed her mound and nonchalantly picked the paisley scarf up from the dimly lit floor. He brought his fingertips to her ankles with a light caressing touch. Positioning the scarf, he ran it between her feet.

Her legs were parted just enough that he could see her swollen nub peeking out from under her curls. His tongue darted out to lap at her. When she shuddered and pulled back, he growled his disapproval and she stilled. He marveled at how she took his cues, verbal or physical.

He wanted to stay right where he was, just like this; licking rapidly at her arousal, inciting her passion, making her release more of the intoxicating sweet nectar she possessed. Duty called however.

Duty? Who are really tryin' to kid here, her or yourself?

GO AWAY! He snapped at 'the boy'. William not only had horrible timing but was starting to grate on his nerves. Since when do you get off interruptin' my work here anyway?

Since she deserves better than you.

Piss off. I'm exactly what she deserves right now, 's got nothin' to do with you so stay out of it.

Apparently you didn' look deep enough in her eyes.

Exasperated at his ranting, Spike tuned out 'the boy' as best he could.

Admit it Spike you... blah blah! Blah blah BLAH, blah blah...

Turning his attention back to the task at hand, he wove the scarf in a figure eight around her ankles. Now, he thought, then swiftly pulled both ends tight, forcing her feet together abruptly. Tying the ends off in a double knot, he stood up.

I knew that. I knew he was going to do that, no big deal; I'm only bound like a Christmas hog here. Only thing missing is an apple in my mou... Oh god, he wasn't planning on putting his cock in her mouth was he? He threatened her twice before so it was most definitely a probability.

Don't tell me you wouldn't love to wrap your lips around that? Mmmm, bring it, mommy likes.

Good God, honestly. Damn slut, sitting there licking her lips greedily and nodding vigorously like a bobble-head. Okay, fine, I'll admit I thought about it.

Correction, you WANT to... just as bad as I do if I might add.

You do know it's too big for that, right? I mean, major gag reflex here. Do you know how embarrassing that would be?

Improvise dummy, use your hands, your boobs, whatever it takes. Do I have to do all the thinking here or what?

Get lost.

At least think abou... WHOA!

As the object of her personal conversation stood up, the mirror's reflection gave Buffy a very clear view of his ass for the first time, whoa indeed! Adonis himself had nothing on Spike's package. So perfectly round, so obviously muscular. A clearly defined and delectable indentation appeared where his hips met that gorgeous rump. Her gaze immediately went to the front of that package where... yup, luscious looking hip bones that jutted out sharply, just right for licking. Bad Buffy, stop that. He's probably had thousands of blow-jobs from women who CAN get it down their throat. A sudden sense of jealousy hit her out of nowhere. She shook away the thought; he wasn't hers to be jealous over.

"See somethin' you like?" He loved the way she got that hungry look in her eyes every time she stared at his private parts.

"Uh-huh." Humina humina humina.

"Gonna torture you so sweet, but you know that, don' you?" Smirking, he thought let the fun begin.

He walked around her and admired his handy-work. Not wanting to lose a precious second more he pushed her gently forward until her hips touched the vanity and placed a hand on her back to bend her over slightly.

He ran his hands down her back and over her ass, giving each side a firm squeeze and lightly patted one cheek. Getting down on his knees, he parted those lovely cheeks, exposing the wet shiny folds that his mouth yearned for. Leaning in, he gave her several long, very slow licks from the pearly nub to the rosy tip of her second entrance.

"Mmmmmm, so tasty." He continued but kept his eyes focused on Mr. Gordo, reaching for the toy that lay two feet from his knees where he'd dropped it earlier.

"Oh Jesus... Ohhhh, Oh God!" Why oh why did he have to be so very good at that? Why did she have to like it so much, especially when he licked her forbidden zone? Crap, I wasn't supposed to talk. Maybe he didn't notice.

"God can' help you now, kitten... and Jesus won'."

Taking hold of the vibrator, he placed it against her opening and began rubbing slowly along the swollen pink folds while still licking the virgin area he wouldn't mind invading with something other than his tongue.

She'd taken to that quite nicely. Perhaps it was time for something slightly larger.

He turned the vibrator on the lowest setting and inserted it slowly into her pussy, pleased that she pushed back into it. Giving a few slow thrusts, he licked her once more then stood.

He found her staring in the mirror at herself, her face twisted with pleasure. Good girl, he thought as he leaned over her shoulder to nuzzle her cheek with his.

"You're bein' such a good girl, I just might forget about punishin' you." That said, he started fucking her hard with the rubber toy. He watched her sudden look of surprise quickly turn to bliss.

She bucked against his hand, feeling his knuckles hit her ass with every stroke. Of course now that she'd had him inside of her, Mr. Gordo no longer seemed enough. She wanted him back, back within her so badly she gave it no thought when his free hand grabbed her hip, pulling her against the toy faster. She welcomed it and nuzzled his face, moaning as she stared at their reflection.

"Harder... want... do it harder. HARDER!" Though he complied with her request... it still wasn't enough. He's going to ruin me for any other man.

Watching her watch him in the mirror, both gauging the other's reaction to the erotic situation, made his erection ache with renewed force. He still wanted to take her from behind, but that would have to wait. When he did, it would be all the sweeter knowing that she would be completely primed. He wanted her to derive as much pleasure from the act as he surely would when that time came.

"Wha's wrong baby? Am I not givin' you exactly what you want, what you need?" God knows he loved seeing her like this; her body writhing in ecstasy; her golden hair tousled from their coupling, swaying beautifully in front of her pretty face, her exquisite ass taking every inch of the vibrator, hitting his fist with every thrust, and the divine sound of her whimpering... so perfect. His perfect golden girl.

S' time. The hand on her hip moved towards the crevice of her bottom. Slipping his thumb inwards, he coated it with her juices. Sliding up, he placed it against her back opening and pressed down. When she howled he checked her reflection... good, she didn't seem to mind. He kept the pressure steady and began rubbing it rapidly.

Her body buzzed with excitement. She never knew this kind of play with her bottom could be so arousing, so thrilling. She released her previously held notions it was a no-fly zone and welcomed, even encouraged him by pushing back. That's when it happened.

He pushed his thumb inside, causing a sensory overload to sweep through her system, liquid fire rushing through her veins to pulse throughout her entire body. His eyes lit up with delight when she called out his name in unrestrained pleasure.

It didn't take long before that lovely ass of hers swallowed his left thumb entirely. He felt the knuckles of his right hand suddenly covered in wetness as she experienced a new flood of the precious ambrosia he loved so much. Elated, he let her enjoy the sensation from being filled in both regions simultaneously for a moment longer before he could no longer contain his desire. Dropping to his knees, he pulled the vibrator out and drank from her greedily, still pumping his thumb in and out of her ass. He groaned his satisfaction into her pussy, making her buck against her face.

So focused on the sensations his thumb induced, her mind barely registered the vibrator gone until she felt the warmth of his mouth on her dripping sex, tonguing her insides like a kitten lapping cream. Oh GOD his mouth is incredible... he's incredible. He purred deeply within her walls, sending a second shock wave of pleasure through her entire being. Her knees began to shake then buckle. She was so close, so incredibly close to reaching orgasm. But with her limbs bound and only the vanity to support her weight she started to fall backwards from the dizzying pleasure, forcing her to cry for help.

"Spike!"

He felt her start to sway dangerously backwards and immediately withdrew himself from her. Using his hands to steady her hips until he could stand, he held her by the shoulders so she could right herself.

"I got you."

"Lorne didn't send you. I think the KGB did... to kill me." He laughed heartily at her remark, forcing her to giggle.

His laughter and smiles were just as gorgeous as the rest of him. They seemed to laugh so easily together, because of each other. From one end of the spectrum to the other, whether angry or enraptured, they seemed well suited for each other. Her mind went to a place that held thoughts of them in other situations if they were a couple: sitting on a couch watching movies together, laughing while holding one another close, and just enjoying the other's company.

Good Lord Buffy, get it together. He may be laughing at your jokes but everything else is an act. Even as she said this to herself, a place deep within her disagreed, telling her she'd witnessed way too much sincerity from him at certain moments, however fleeting they may have seemed at the time. He could very well be a man of integrity, modesty, and perhaps, even sweetness, underneath the façade of ego and attitude. Her ruminations stopped when his laughter ceased.

It didn't matter how much that part of her thought it might be true. It didn't matter how much she enjoyed him as a person during these moments. She was nothing more to him than another job. He couldn't possibly be interested in someone like her, could he? No. It's not possible. He's here tonight for the money, plain and simple.

A/N: Wait for it... waaaaaaaaait for it....................... OK, turn the page. (You didn't really think I was going to leave you all hanging again, did you? Shame on you. If you would, leave a review for this chapter first before turning that page. If you simply can't wait I understand. But after reading chapter 8, I plead for reviews, after all – this IS the first full sex scene I've ever written so I'd like to know your reactions/thoughts/etc...





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