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I believe you guys have been impatiently waiting for this. I worked my little butt off to make the chapter extra juicy and long, just to reward you for your patience. So please, let me know if you enjoyed it. Was it 'sex with Riley' unsatisfying? Or 'oh my God I need a cigarette' good? I'll never know if you don't tell me :D And don't worry, the next chapter is on his way. Maybe a lot of reviews will make me post it faster?.. I'm so evil lol
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Chapter 40
Destroying prison property




Spike followed the petite blonde Warden through the library in silence. He had tried to say something, but she’d put a finger to her lips, then pointed at the sign above the door that said “Quiet please”. Spike bit his lower lip, amused by her antics. Obviously, his girl was up to something. She finally came to a stop in front of two boxes.

“Could you help me carry these boxes, please?”

Spike couldn’t help but wonder if she’d really asked him to stay behind only to help her with manual labor. He frowned, but picked up the two boxes full of old damaged books anyway.

Buffy made her way to a door and he followed her, waiting as she pulled out her big key ring and looked for the right key to unlock the door. It was the study room 16a, the one that had been locked all weekend for unknown reasons.

She got the door open then moved aside to let him go in first. Buffy followed Spike inside the room and closed the door behind them. The room was dark, the only light coming from the small high window covered with steal bars. Spike bent down to put the boxes on the floor and for a few seconds she allowed herself the luxury of taking the sight in. Muscular arms straining against the weight of the boxes, yummy tight ass on display as he crouched down to put his load down on the floor… She shook herself out of her reverie, remembering that she was supposed to act all sexy, not slack jawed and drooling like a school girl. She leaned back against the door, her arms crossed in front of her and a sexy smirk on her lips, waiting for him to turn and look at her before speaking.

“I learned an interesting tidbit of information about this room today. Do you know what’s special about it, prisoner Rayne?”

Spike repressed his smirk, deciding to play along with her. He shook his head. “No Warden, I don’t believe I do.”

She slowly pushed away from the door and took a step forward. “It’s interesting, really. As a matter of fact, it’s the main reason why I decided to end my inspection with the library… So I could see if what I was told was true, and if I could take advantage of it if it was. Knowing that my favorite prisoner was here weighted heavy in the balance too.”

“And may I be so blunt as to ask what exactly is so special about this room, Warden?”

She took two more steps until she was standing right in front of him, invading his personal space. Spike held his breath in anticipation.

“So, you’re really interested to know why this study room has been locked for the past three days?”

“Dying to find out, ma’am.”

She took another step, forcing him to take a step back. The edge of the table stopped him from going any further. Buffy put both hands on his muscular chest and trailed her nimble fingers down his torso, making him shiver in lust. She leaned forward, her lips brushing lightly against his earlobe.

“The surveillance camera is… broken.”

Buffy pushed him roughly on the table, laughing at the expression on his face. He was lying there, pushing himself up on his elbows to get a better look at what she was doing, obviously shocked and aroused by her actions.

“And I intend to take full advantage of that fact, Mr. Rayne. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, Warden. No problem at all.”

“Good.”

He watched in fascination as Buffy pulled her black skirt up to give herself more freedom of movement, and crawled on top of him, giving him a smoldering look through her long eyelashes. She advanced on him until she reached his lips, almost touching them with hers, but last minute pulling just out of his reach. She sat up, one knee on each side of his lean hips.

Reaching up, Buffy pulled on the elastic band that was holding her hair back into a ponytail, and shook her head. Her mane fell sexily on her shoulders, framing her face with golden waves. He tried to reach out to touch it, but she swatted his hand away, not ready for him to participate just yet. She wasn’t done with the teasing.

“No Mr. Rayne, not yet. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you play later. But for now, all you do is watch. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Buffy resumed her teasing by starting to unbutton her crisp white shirt painfully slowly, one tiny button at a time, while shifting her hips back and forth over his growing erection. She let the shirt slide down her arms to her elbows, exposing the white lace bra barely containing her perky breasts. Still moving her hips in slow circles, Buffy let out a soft sigh of pleasure at the feel of the hard bulge rubbing against her bare clit. She lifted her skirt higher on her hips to let him see that she hadn’t bothered with underwear. Spike groaned at the sight, using all his self-restraint not to grab her and have his wicked way with his blonde goddess. Baby wanted to play, obviously.

She put both her hands flat on his stomach, reveling in the feel over his tight abdominal muscles underneath her palms. But what she really wanted was to feel his warm skin. So she went to work on the buttons of his shirt, impatiently undoing them to expose his torso to her hungry stare.

“Perfect.” She whispered softly to herself.

She got off of him and stood between his legs at the end of the table.

Spike let out a disappointed “Hey!”

“Don’t worry, baby. Patient boys usually get what they want.”

She ran her hands up his legs until she reached the top of his pants. Only a button and a zipper stood in the way of what she wanted and she remedied that situation, freeing his engorged erection.

“Is that for me, prisoner Rayne?”

“All for you, Warden. You know that. I’m yours to do with as you please.”

Buffy smiled and bent down to place an open mouthed kiss to the head of his cock. Spike was breathing faster already, turned on by her little display of authority and by the sight of her lips on his erection. She was so beautiful with her long hair falling freely around her face and that devilish gleam in her hazel eyes. He could barely contain himself.

While licking and kissing his straining cock, Buffy finished pulling his pants down and playfully raked her fingernails down his hard thighs. Spike shivered at the sensation she was awakening in him. He was amazed at how easily this woman could make him lose his mind. She was perfection. Everything about her was just pure perfection and he didn’t know what he’d done to deserve her.

Buffy relaxed her throat muscles and took him in all the way, before sucking hard as she let him out of her mouth slowly, torturously. She let the object of her lust flop out of the warm cavern of her mouth. The expected moan of protest echoed through the room.

“Buf… Warden, please. Need you.”

His cock was resting on his stomach, swollen and an angry shade of red. She knew he must be aroused to the point of pain and so was she, so she decided to stop playing games. They had been apart for too long already and she couldn’t bear to be without him for even another moment. Buffy climbed back on the table, straddling him again and attacked his mouth hungrily.

“Missed you…” She murmured against his lips between two passionate kisses. “Miss you so much, Spike.”

Realizing that play time was over, Spike wrapped his arms tightly around her and lifted his hips off the table to make contact with her aching sex.

“Missed you more.”

Buffy smiled against his lips. “Doubt it.”

He pulled away from her and huffed, giving her a disbelieving look. “Damn straight I did. Didn‘t you get the fifty messages I left you about that?”

A look of shame flashed on Buffy’s face. “Did I mention I was sorry for not calling?”

Spike smiled and pulled her back into his arms. “I’m kidding, pet. Don’t fret.”

“But still…” She tried to explain, but he put a finger to her lips to stop her from talking.

“Buffy, you don’t owe me anything. You don’t have to tell me every time you’re going somewhere. I’m not your dad. I was just in a weird mood this weekend, is all. I swear it’s all right. And who said you could stop moving?” He added mischievously when he noticed that her hips had stilled.

“Oops. Sorry. Got distracted.” She bit his shoulder playfully before sitting up on him. “Now, lie down, relax, and let me do the work.”

She reached down and took his hard shaft in her small hand, guiding him inside of her without any further preamble. She moaned in ecstasy at the feeling of his girth stretching her, pushing almost painfully against her walls, and making itself at home inside of her.

“God, luv… So amazing.”

Spike groaned in pleasure as she flexed her inner muscles around his hypersensitive cock. He reached up and freed her breasts from their confine of lace and silk, so he could play with the luscious mounds of soft flesh, and tease her pink nipples into hard peaks.

Buffy closed her eyes against the sensation overload. She started moving her hips, letting his cock slip almost completely out of her, before slowly taking him back inside. She placed her hands on his shoulders and lowered herself until her breasts were within reaching distance. Spike instantly obliged and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard on the tiny little bud. She whimpered in pleasure, never halting her movements on his hard penis, driving both of them slowly insane.

“Spike… you feel so good. Nothing like this… nothing ever felt this good.”

Unable to keep her control on the situation, Buffy’s thrust gained momentum and soon, she was riding him hard and fast. Their heavy breathing, soft sighs and moans filled the room but neither of them could have noticed, or cared less, lost in each other as they were.

The wet nipple Spike had been working on slipped out of his mouth when Buffy sat up. She arched her back, grabbing hold of his legs to stabilize herself and Spike took it as his cue to start thrusting up, plunging his meaty shaft inside her pussy hard and fast. Both of them were looking at where their bodies were joined, fascinated and aroused beyond belief by the sight of his cock appearing and disappearing inside of her, glistening with her juices.

Feeling his control slip, Spike grabbed Buffy around the waist and flipped her over so he could pound into her aching center more freely.

The old table protested loudly against the ongoing assault, but the lovers didn’t even realize until it collapsed beneath them. They barely paused in their frantic lovemaking.

“Oops.” Buffy giggled.

“You OK, pet?” Spike asked, worried that she might have been hurt.

“Better than I’ve ever been. Please don’t stop.”

Spike smirked and attacked her lips, resuming his hard thrusts. Buffy wrapped her legs tightly around him, lifting her hips to give him a chance to get deeper inside her. She dig her finger nails painfully into his back when the violent orgasm hit her. Her entire body tensed and her pussy clenched around him, her muscles preventing him from withdrawing from her. She milked his cock for all he had, triggering his own orgasm.

Spike bit her shoulder to keep from shouting his release and alerting the entire prison to what exactly they’d been up to. He spilled himself inside his girl, then collapsed half on top of her, exhausted by the effort.

“Oh. My. God.” Buffy breathed. “Death by orgasm.”

“Bleeding hell.” He mumbled. “Is my brain leaking out of my ears?”

“We broke the table.”

They looked at each other, than burst into laughter. Spike kissed her, then rested his forehead against hers.

“Destroying prison property…” He whispered before pressing his lips to the tip of her nose for a quick kiss. “Now THAT was fun.”

They remained silent, enjoying the peaceful moment.

Finally, Buffy broke the silence. “Guess who was waiting for me in my office this morning?”

“Um, don’t know. The dominatrix fairy godmother?”

She slapped his arm playfully. “No doofus, Willow. She said she saw you this weekend.”

Spike pouted like a little kid. “Do we have to talk about Red when I’m still comfortably buried inside you? It’s disturbing.”

She chuckled. “Whatever. I’m sure it takes a lot more than that to disturb you.”

He tried pulling out of her, but she stopped him. “Don’t you dare. Stay right where you are, mister. I’m comfy.”

“Bossy chit.”

“Damn right. So, as I was saying… I talked to Willow today, she was really happy. She said she talked to you this weekend.”

“Yeah. What of it?”

“Nothing. I was just wondering what made you change your mind.”

“She scared the bleeding hell out of me, that’s what made me change my mind.”

Buffy gave him a disbelieving look. “Willow? My Willow? She scared YOU?”

“Well you didn’t see the determined look on that chit’s face. She called that her ‘resolve face’ or something like that. I could just tell she would not give up until I spilled my guts. I knew it was a battle I was going to lose.”

Buffy laughed and gave him a resounding kiss before messing up his hair. “Aw, poor baby. I can’t believe she pull the ‘resolve face’ on you. That face is impossible to resist. She’s been practicing it since we were five.”

“Yeah. I tried, but I failed. And I was a bit lonely this weekend. Needed to talk to someone. Now that I know she’s your oldest friend, talking to her didn’t seem so terrible.”

“Well I’m glad she was there for you when I couldn’t be. She believed you. She was really upset this morning.”

Spike frowned with concern. “I didn’t mean to upset her.”

“Don’t worry baby, she’ll get over it. I told her I was taking good care of you… screwing your brains out ‘til you forget how much life sucks in here.”

She laughed at the expression on his face.

“Come here.”

She pulled his face to hers and suckled lustily on his full lower lip. “I love you.”

He pulled away to look her in the eyes. “I love you too, Buffy.”

Spike buried his face in her neck and peppered butterfly kisses up and down her throat.

“Spike, I gotta tell you something important.”

“Um… What is it?” He mumbled against her skin, obviously not wanting to stop what he was doing.

She sighed, not particularly liking the idea of having to stop him either, but doing it anyway. It was more than time she told him. He had a right to know.

“I‘m not kidding, Spike. It’s important.”

She tried sitting up, only to have him push her back down on what was left of the table top. “Can it wait? I’m kind of in the middle of something here, pet.” He whispered lustily.

Spike grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, pinning her under his weight.

“No, it can’t wait.” Buffy said breathlessly. Lust was fogging her own brain and the feeling of his cock hardening inside her again almost made her change her mind, but she had to tell him now or she‘d never have the courage again. “…waited long enough already.”

Spike ignored her and resumed kissing her neck, licking her salty skin and blowing cool air on the wet trails his tongue left behind. Buffy wiggled beneath him, trying hard not to laugh.

She gasped. “Spike, stop it!”

And he did. Not that he had a choice in the matter. Spike was grabbed from behind and thrown half way across the room before he could even process what was happening. Two strong hands fisted in his open shirt and lifted him off the floor before slamming him into the wall.

“I believe the lady said to stop.”

Buffy could only watch in horror as the scene unfolded under her eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~





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