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Blue Eyed Devil
Part 32



"What am I...huh?" Buffy gripped the phone tightly in her
hands.

Spike chuckled in an evil way. "I asked you what you're
wearing."

"I know what you asked me," she said. "Why do you want to know
what I'm wearing?"

She heard him sigh, then he said, "I keep forgetting what a little
innocent you are. Let's start over. Do you want to play a game?"

The tone of his voice made her skin tingle. "What kind of game?"

Instead of answering her, he asked another question. "Where are you
in the house?"

"The living room."

"Which phone are you using?"

"The cordless."

"Good. Scamper upstairs to your bedroom, there's a good girl."

Suitably intrigued, Buffy obeyed.

"Okay, now what?"

"Now...tell me what you're wearing."

"Sweat pants and a t-shirt."

Spike laughed. "No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"Buffy...the only pair of sweat pants you own are the
ones you let me wear last night...and I know you're not
wearing them."

Buffy was surprised. "How do you know that?"

"Because I have them with me," he informed her. "Now, if you
want to play this game the right way, put the phone down and slip
into something sexy."

Muttering under her breath, she held her hand over the receiver for a
minute. "Okay, I'm back."

"Good. Now, tell me...what are you wearing?"

"A black patent leather cat suit...tail included."

"Buffy!"

"French maid outfit?"

"Stop that."

"Does a Snow White costume do it for ya?"

"Yes, and we'll definitely explore that option when I get back, but
for right now...be my serious girl, okay?"

"Okay."

"Good. I'll call you back in five minutes. Be ready for me."


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"Hello?"

"What are you wearing?"

Buffy had figured out how this game was properly played and had
suited up in the appropriate attire. "My blue skirt and cream silk
blouse."

"Oh, I like you in that blouse," Devlin said softly. "It's practically
see through."

"I know."

"Do you have on sexy underwear...never mind, I just remembered
that all your underwear is sexy. Tell me what you have on."

"Pale...pink...lace."

"Good girl. Now...unzip your skirt and let if fall around your feet."

Holding the phone between her shoulder and ear, she did.

"Now," he went on, "I want you to do that trick girls do...the one
where they can get out of their bra without taking off their blouse."

"I'll have to put the phone down," she warned him.

"All right. Hurry..."

She withdrew her arms from the sleeves of her shirt and wriggled
around until she had her bra unhooked. Slipping the straps down,
she whisked it out from under the hem of her blouse and dropped
it on the floor. "I'm back."

"Mmm...that blouse is VERY see through, isn't it? Is it cold in
your room?"

"No."

"Then your nipples are hard because you're thinking about me?"

Buffy felt her entire body blush. "Maybe," she choked out.

"No 'maybe' about it, darling. Touch them. Through your blouse."

By now she knew that this wasn't just a playful 'obscene' phone
call. He required participation on her part, other than just listening
and talking, and she felt her heart rate increase noticeably.

She brought her right hand up and gingerly cupped it beneath her
breast.

"Come on, baby. Do what I said."

How did he know?!

Sighing, she let her index finger skate lightly over the taut peak
of her left breast. She was surprised at how pleasurable the
sensation was, although it was nothing compared to the way Spike
touched her.

"Does it feel good?" he whispered.

"Yes," she said, nodding, even though she knew he couldn't see
her.

"Do you want to know what I'd do...if I were there with you?"

Buffy felt the familiar wetness between her legs. "Okay."

"I'd drop to my knees in front of you."

That mental picture made her gasp.

"Then...I'd start with the bottom button on your blouse. I'd undo it
slowly....then move up to the next one...and the next one. And I'd
kiss every inch of your soft skin on my way up. I'd slip your blouse
off over your shoulders and let it slide down your arms."

She quickly worked the buttons open herself.

"I want you to keep it on. It's draped around you...held on by the
cuffs at your wrists."

Buffy closed her eyes and moistened her lips. "Now...now what
are you doing?" she asked.

He was silent for a moment, obviously surprised that she had
spoken. "Now...I'm standing next to you and taking down your hair.
Is it braided?"

It wasn't, but she told him it was.

"I'm sliding the hairpins out, and loosening the braid. God, it
looks beautiful...the way it flows down over your shoulders in
ripples....they way it frames your face...it's so soft, baby. Smells
so damn good."

His tone was deeper and huskier, alerting her as to just
how aroused he was.

"Your panties...do they have the little ribbons on the side to
hold them up?"

"Yes."

"All right then....I'm tugging them open. Slowly. Now, I'm pulling
them forward...between your legs. Then...."

Then what? THEN WHAT??

"They smell good. Like you. Purely female."

A slow shudder moved over her body. This was the best phone
call she'd ever gotten!

"You look so sexy, standing there with only your shirt on...half-
way on...your hair all mussed from me playing with it."

"What's next?" she breathed.

"Now, I put my hands on your shoulders and push you back
gently, until you can feel the bed behind you. I make you lie
back on it, with your legs hanging over the side. I spread them
apart and stand between them."

Buffy was thankful for the opportunity to lie down, certain that
her knees were about to give out and she'd end up on the floor in
a panting heap.

"For a long time, I just look at you. You're like a gift, just for
me. Bare breasts...slender waist...all that perfect skin. And
between your legs...mmm...so pink and wet...open, like a
flower."

His voice flowed seductively into her ear, stirring up a reaction
that she felt all the way down to the soles of her feet.

"Finally...I can't wait one more moment. I'm getting drunk on
your scent and I fall to my knees. I want to worship you,
baby. You're my goddess...my princess."

Buffy drew in a shaky breath. "And...who are you?"

She heard another wicked laugh. "I'm the man your mother
warned you about."

Well, THAT was certainly true.

"I put my hands on your thighs, stroking them. Soft and warm,
but strong. I love the way they feel wrapped around me."

A tiny moan escaped from her throat.

"I lean down and kiss them, first one, and then the other. When
you're writhing beneath me, I move up your body to your breasts."

Buffy swallowed hard. "Oh...good."

"I'm above you now, kissing and licking your breasts. You want
more...and I give it to you...taking your nipples into my mouth.
Sucking on them. Over and over again. You like that, don't you
baby? When I suck your tits?"

Breathlessly, she whispered, "Yes..."

"I move back between your thighs. You're even wetter now,
and I want a taste of it. So, I go down on you. I slide my
tongue into your pussy...as far as I can make it go. I wait for
a moment, moving it around inside you, then I start fucking
you with it."

A light sheen of perspiration broke out on her body.

"Listen close." There was the metallic sound of a zipper
being opened. "Did you hear it?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what I did?"

"Uh-huh."

"Tell me."

Her voice was nearly inaudible. "You unzipped your...your
pants."

"Yes. I did. I climb up on the bed, straddling your thighs, and I
push them down a bit. Then I reach inside and..."

Her eyes closed as she tensed, waiting for it.

"...I take out my cock," he whispered hotly. "I play with it a
little...slide my hand up and down while you watch. It gets slick
from the cum that's dripping out of it. I keep jacking it, still
looking at you. The look on your face steals my breath. You
want it, don't you? You want my cock."

Buffy whimpered an affirmative.

"I take your hand and wrap your little fingers around my
dick. That sweet, soft hand is pumping my cock, hard and
fast."

Yes. Yes, he liked that. He had taught her how.

"Buffy...?"

"Yes?"

"Reach down and touch yourself. Play with your pussy."

Without a moment of hesitation, she cupped her hand over
her sex and massaged it gently.

"Now, rub your clit."

It took her a second, then her fingers found the seat of her
greatest pleasure. Frantically aroused, she fingered herself in
search of...something....

"Keep doing that," Spike instructed, "while I slide my cock up
in that tight pussy. Oh, yeah..."

Buffy was quickly losing the ability to pay attention. She
rubbed and tugged at her clit, squeezing it firmly, holding on
to the image in her mind as best she could.

"I push you further up the bed so I can lay on top of you. I'm
pounding my cock in, faster and faster. Can you feel it? Feel
me just...ramming it in...ah, fuck...your arms are around me...I
can feel your nails digging into my back. Your hands slip
down and you grab my ass while I'm fucking you."

"Spike..."

"I'm fucking you so hard, baby. You're...you're taking my
cock all the way. Clamping down on it...squeezing it...milk-
ing it."

Buffy murmured something unintelligible.

"You want it harder? I'll give it you...give it to you as hard as you
can take it. I slide one hand under your right knee and lift it,
opening you even more."

She could hear the faint, wet sounds of his masturbating, and
it drove her own passion even higher. "Don't stop," she moaned.

"Never gonna stop, baby. Gonna fuck you forever."

The friction she created for herself was white hot. She was so
close...so close...

"Ahhh...Buffy! Yeah...yeah...fuck me back...suck me with
your pussy."

Beneath her closed eyelids suns exploded, stars went super
nova. She arched her back when she felt the contractions of
orgasm begin.

"Come on, love," he muttered harshly. "I'm gonna come...want
you...with me...I...oh...do it, baby! Do it now...now...ahhh...yeah,
that's..."

Mutual cries of satisfaction traveled the phone lines, then turned
to soft gasps and panted moans.

"Buffy? Honey?"

There was a voice coming from...somewhere.

"Sweetheart...you okay?"

"Define okay," she mumbled, wiping her sticky hand on the
sheet.

Spike chuckled knowingly. "I take it you liked that?"

"That's...that's a fair statement." Buffy sighed deeply and
turned onto her side.

"Well, don't get too used to it. I'll be back tomorrow and
then it's my job again."

Yes, and then two days later...he would be gone again.

She almost said it, biting down on her lip to keep the un-
happy words from being uttered. Like Scarlett O' Hara, she
would think about that tomorrow.

"Spike?"

"What, baby?"

"What are YOU wearing?"


TBC.....
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