”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.





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