Midnight was but a handful of minutes away by the time their guests made their way out the door; Angel all but pushing an intoxicated and talkative Cordelia over the threshold, while Wesley followed behind with a slumbering Fred in his arms. The evening had passed quicker than Buffy had expected, as conversation had flowed as easily as the bottles of wine had been consumed, leaving her well beyond tipsy, but far from exhausted. Therefore, as soon as Spike closed the front door and announced that he was going to do his usual lap around the house to make sure everything was locked tight, she darted up the stairs with one thing on her on her mind and that thing certainly was not the mound of dirty dishes that would just have to wait until morning to be dealt with.
By the time Spike made his way upstairs, Buffy stepped out of the bathroom in time to catch him as he turned away from the bedroom door. His mouth agape at the sight of her, Buffy smiled lasciviously as she walked towards him slowly, seductively sashaying across the plush carpet until she was close enough to reach out and press a hand to his chest. Looking up, she blinked innocently and coyly asked, “So, you like it?”
“Like it? I bloody love it,” Spike stammered after a moment of shocked silence, his indigo blue eyes wandering over the outfit she had managed to hastily throw on in his short absence. He licked his lips and hungrily eyeballed the outfit she had quickly changed into as Buffy navigated him backwards towards the chair that was normally tucked beneath the dressing table, but had been pulled out on her way to the closet.
Stepping between Spike's spread thighs, Buffy glanced over her shoulder as she slowly turned around in a circle to allow him to appreciate the outfit she had saved from the magazine photo shoot from every angle. Clad in what could only been described as Naughty Schoolgirl attire, Buffy had barely managed to scrape her blonde locks into pigtails that were almost evenly braided while shoving her feet into black patent Mary Jane's before Spike had come into the bedroom. Now, despite what she had previously thought to be a sloppy appearance, she felt radiantly sexy in Spike's heavy lidded gaze. Lifting her shaky hands from where they dangled at her side, Buffy slowly ran her palms up her thighs, ruffling the edges of the very short plaid skirt, up over her torso until they rested over the swell of her lace covered breasts that peeked out from behind the partially buttoned white shirt and said, “I figured maybe you'd like it, but didn't think I'd shock you speechless.”
“Speechless is one word for it, love,” Spike ground out, his voice rough with desire as his hands skimmed up the back of her thighs to rest on the frilly lace that covered her ass just beneath the hem of the shirt. “Jacked off enough to the sight of this get up enough to bloody well come undone seeing it on you in the flesh.”
Moisture pooled between Buffy's thighs at the dirty image conjured up in her mind at Spike's comment and damn near caused her plan to tease him with a lap dance to fall slap apart, but somehow she managed to muster up a tiny layer of resolve. Reaching down to grasp his hands, she pulled them around to the front of her and leaned forward ever so slightly to place them palms down on Spike's thighs, effectively giving him an eyeful of her breasts while doing so. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” she murmured throatily as she tickled the curve of his neck with her breath. “There will be no touching until I give you permission to do so. Unless you want to be tied up? I'm sure I can manage to restrain you for the performance.”
“Performance?” Spike choked out as he grasped at his thighs tightly. “What kind of performance?”
Chuckling at the excitement in his voice, Buffy turned away from Spike and sashayed across the room to stand in front of the entertainment section of the bookshelf to select the track on the Prince CD she had managed to locate and slide into the player before getting dressed. Flipping through the songs on the disc, she selected 'Get Off', a song she was only mildly familiar with, but figured Spike would be paying less attention to the choice of music than the performance. Settling herself back between his thighs as the first chords of the song came through the speakers, Buffy chastised Spike in a low voice as his hands immediately tried to grab her. “What did I tell you?” she asked as she slowly unbuttoned the remaining buttons on the crisp white shirt and slid it from her body. Stepping around Spike's legs, she ducked down behind the chair and used the arms of her shirt to secure his hands down to his side. “Does that need to be tighter or have you learned your lesson?”
Wriggling his arms to test the knots she had tied around the legs of the chair, Spike frowned and glared at her, although the stare lacked intent since pleasure sparkled in the blue depths. “I'll bloody well break the damned chair if you keep me tied up the whole time, pet.”
“You're the one who didn't mind the rules,” Buffy pointed out as she walked around the chair to settle herself between his thighs once more. Seductively, she swished her hips to the sway of the music as she leaned over to lick along the curve of his neck, tracing the tip of her tongue over his jugular, to stop just below his ear so that she could gently bite the lobe before whispering, “See where being naughty gets you?”
Smirking at the strangled gurgle of Spike's reply to her question, Buffy stood back up and turned around so that her ass faced him. While she enjoyed dancing in a group at the club, she had never performed for such a limited audience before and while she was beyond nervous, there was also something very hot about dancing so provocatively for Spike and Spike alone. Slowly, she matched each beat of the song with a wiggle of her hips, dipping down to rub her ass across Spike's lap; wriggling her lace covered cheeks over his thighs and teasing his beyond erect dick to the point that his gurgled moans became blatant curses as he struggled against the knots she had tied around his wrists.
“Fuck,” Spike whispered as she slipped off the skirt and sent it flying over her shoulder with a flick of her wrist to stand before him in nothing but a black lace bra and panties set with white knee high stockings and patent leather heels. “Fuck, pet. You gotta untie my hands, I need to touch you. You're driving me crazy!”
“But, that's the point, isn't it?” Buffy asked innocently as she reached behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra. Holding on to the cups, she teased the swell of her bottom lip with her teeth before letting the straps slip down her arms and finally fall from her altogether to pool on the floor at Spike's feet. Using the tip of one shiny leather shoe, she kicked it out of the way and slowly lowered herself down into his lap; one leg on each side of his hips to straddle him in a very unladylike manner. With trembling fingers, she slowly undid each button on his black shirt while grinding her center against him to the beat of the music.
Pushing his shirt back as far as she could, effectively trapping the ends of his sleeves against the knots of her shirt around his wrists, Buffy placed a kiss to the center of his chest and somehow managed to elegantly untangle her legs from around his waist and slowly turned around to undo the satin ties on either side of her lacy underwear, swishing her hips to the sway of the music while doing so. Since the song was nearly over, she let the scrap of lace fall to the floor as she danced before him, fully nude aside from her stockings and heels. Lost in the thought of how she was going to manage to dance gracefully while also trying to remove said stockings and heels, she missed the bulging veins in Spike's arms as he struggled against his bonds, but the sudden sound of fabric ripping caught her attention in enough time for her to turn around and face Spike as he broke free of the knots around his wrists.
Red faced with exertion, he ripped the remaining fabric from his wrists before picking her up and stumbling towards the center of the bedroom to where he all but tossed her onto the bed. Stepping back ever so slightly, he tore the rest of his shirt from his arms and effectively snatched his belt from his pants to undo the button fly. Buffy barely had time to sit up to remove her stockings and shoes, when Spike snarled at her and growled, “Leave 'em on. For fuck's sake, kitten, leave them 'em on and turn the fuck around.”
Nodding in agreement, currently unable to find her voice, she did as she was told and turned around on the bed so that her ass was hanging off the edge. Feet planted on the floor, her legs quaked in anticipation and she was glad for the position Spike had ordered her to assume, because the bed was currently the only thing supporting her body. Peeking over her shoulder, Buffy watched with rapt attention as Spike shoved his pants down over his hips enough so that he could grab hold of his fully erect cock; stroking it once before settling in behind her. He placed one hand on her hip and used the other to navigate himself inside of her eager body, rubbing the tip of his dick over her aching center before pushing himself into her body with one quick thrust. Meeting Spike thrust for thrust, pleasure ripped itself through Buffy's body and within a handful of minutes she loudly screamed her release as Spike roughly fucked her from behind.
When he followed behind her moments later, falling against her on the bed with a strangled curse before falling to one side where he laid dick out and struggled to catch his breath, Buffy glanced over at him and asked, “So, did you like your present?”
“If you've got to ask that, then I've clearly failed in expressing just how much I enjoyed it,” Spike panted, reaching out to tug playfully at the end of one braided pigtail. After swiping his tongue over his lips, he said, “I very much enjoyed it, love.”
“Hmm…I dunno,” Buffy replied with a wicked glimmer in her eye. Pushing up from the bed, she wriggled around until she was able to straddle his waist; his dick far from flaccid as she teased its length with the moisture that pooled at the apex of her still shaky thighs. “I think we should definitely give it another go. You know, just to make sure you really, really enjoyed it.”
“Kitten, you are going to be the bloody death of me,” Spike replied as Buffy reached between their bodies to wrap her hand around his dick, stroking only twice before he was fully hard once more. As she guided him back into her body, he laughed and said, “But what a damn good way to die.”
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Ok, so here's the other part of last nights chapter. Hope everyone enjoys some Smutty Spuffy! Have a great weekend and as always, reviews are much apprectiated!!