Chapter Text
[This prologue has some BDSM themes, if that squeaks you out then skip to chapter 2]
"That should hold you..."
Standing beside the bed, Spike gazed down at the Slayer on his bed, her wrists and ankles restrained to each bedpost. Black, silk rope. No harsh, cold metal for his girl.
He salivated at the sight of Buffy all laid out for him, his cock was standing and aching to the point of pain already. He had to smother the urge to bite and drink too much from her from time to time. Spike had done that a few times before but it was blatant that she was feeling a little more than faint from their bedroom activities.
Spike had been careful to make sure he had his fill before they played, but still his demon was tempted to taste her... claim her. And every time his demon demanded this he ended up chewing on his own arm as he fought for control.
Spike had claimed her that first night to keep her, to make her his and his only. So why did he still yearn for it? Still wanted to claim her again. To keep her close. He ignored the ache he felt in his chest at these thoughts and pushed them aside for the time being.
Spike began to stroke up her smooth, tanned legs, staring straight at her exposed sex glistening with anticipation. Large, cool hands trailing up slowly towards her aching center, gliding along inside her thighs quivering at his touch.
Buffy was fully expecting Spike to go straight to where she throbbed with need but instead deftly avoided it and started towards her breasts, she gasped as he took them roughly in his hands. Kneading, rubbing, pinching and twisting.
She was mewling and squirming as Spike continued his assault on her milky mounds. He loved to tease her, hear her begging for his cock... and that thought gave his demon an interesting idea.
"Spike?"
The sound of her plea brought his demon out, he'd been restraining til the sound of her whimpers brought it to the fore.
They've never done any hardcore BDSM - which was all he and Dru ever did for over a century. And knowing her innocence in the world of sex, he was sure that she wouldn't want to be forced into that without slowly building up towards it. But his demon was in control now and it knew what it wanted.
"Something you want, Slayer?" Spike looked up from where he was watching her lovely, rounded breasts seeing the raw need and desire in her flushed face.
"Please, Spike. I want you."
Spike removed his hands from her breasts and crawled up the bed, kneeling between her thighs. Buffy stared longingly at his meat and licked her suddenly dry lips.
Noticing that her gaze went straight to his cock as it bobbed against his six-pack; he slid one hand down his pecs and over his stomach. His hand lowered further down ever so slowly before grasping his cock and stroking it sensually, watching as Buffy pulled against the ropes trying to get closer to what her body craved the most.
“If you want it, pet. You’ve gotta beg for it.”
“Spike…” She continued to whine.
“Yes, luv?” He smirked down at her.
“I want you.”
“Do you now?” He asked, amused and continued to stroke himself over her aching sex. “I can’t hear you begging.”
She pulled at her restraints again, desperate to have him filling up her aching emptiness. Her juices were flowing out of her wet little hole and dripping down onto the silk sheets below.
Spike grinned wickedly as she writhed and panted. He continued to tease her with his little show, stroking and pulling on his thick, throbbing member. A drop of precum oozing out of his slit and he watched as Buffy’s mouth watered at the sight, knowing that she wanted a taste.
He placed his knob on her quivering, pussy lips, delighting in the shiver she made at the contact. Teasingly, he slowly rubbed her slit with his fat cock-head and listened to her moan and whimper underneath him.
“Spiiiiikkke.” She whined.
He pulled away as soon as the sound escaped her mouth, lifting himself off the bed as his demon began to laugh inside his head, knowing fully well what punishment lies ahead.
“Nooooo… Spike… want you.”
“And you will have me, kitten.” Spike said as he walked over to where he discarded his clothes and pulled his belt free from the loops of his jeans. “Once you learn how to beg.” He snapped the belt in his hands as he faced her, grinning wickedly at the resonating sound and the look of anxiety and lust on his willing captive’s face.
Spike sauntered back over to the bed and knelt between her spread thighs once more, smirking menacingly down at her flushed face. She was panting with frustrated need. He slid the folded belt ever so slowly down between her breasts and over her taut stomach.
Goosebumps erupted all over her skin at the feel of the leather gliding over her and perspiration coated her warm skin as the belt slid down over her nether lips and she strained against her bonds.
“Beg.” Spike groaned at the look of sweet torture on her face.
Buffy smiled mischievously up at him, instinctively knowing his game. She shook her head.
Crack!
The belt snapped down on her clit, the sound resonating loudly through the room. Buffy yelped in delighted surprise, it didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would and smiled at the pleasurable tingles spreading over her pussy lips.
Spike started to breathe hard from the sound of Buffy’s gasp, it was like sweet music to his ears. Her smile made his cock twitch and he revelled in the pleasure/pain he saw vibrating through her body.
“Beg.” Spike growled out.
Again, Buffy smirked and shook her head.
Crack!
Spike brought the belt down on her clit again and his demon joyed in the pained look on her face, her cries and her body stretched taut as the tingles from the belt flowed rapidly through her.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
With his demon in full control, Spike brought the belt down on her skin in quick succession; over her pussy lips, her inner thighs and her stomach. Buffy screamed and writhed in pleasurable agony. Red welts and marks covered her skin wherever the belt snapped down.
As his demon gradually became satisfied and sated with its work, the smell of tangy, salty tears reached his nose and Spike paused. Through demon eyes, he stared down at Buffy's tearful face, her cheeks red and stained with fresh flowing tears.
He felt his dead heart painfully constrict with guilt and horror at the sight of his slayer in pain. His hands shook and the belt fell to the bed then slid down off the sheets to the floor with a clang.
"Buffy?" He swallowed around the lump in his throat, his eyes brimming with tears of his own.
On her place on the bed, Buffy cried from the sharp stinging pain still skating over her nerve endings.
"Oh God... Buffy." Spike frantically untied her ankles and freed her legs from the restraints, apologies flowing from his lips. "I'm so sorry, luv. I didn't mean to hurt you so bad... I-I thought I had more control than - I'm sorry, kitten, so so sorry."
He reached for the restraints on her wrists and pulled her free. Once Buffy felt the loosening of the material on her wrists she quickly knelt in front of Spike and tried to reach for his softening cock, not fully realising that he was putting a stop to the painful play. Shocked, Spike tried to bat her hands away but she still continued to reach for him, he took hold of her upper arms and shook her slightly.
"Buffy, stop it!" He pleaded.
Buffy stared up at him through her tears. She paused and took in Spike's look of guilt and concern and... something else. The red marks maring her skin started to sting even more as the heat left her body and her tears came back in full force. Spike wrapped his arms around her as she sobbed into his chest, rubbing soothing circles into her back and whispering sweet nothings.
As he gently comforted her, that strange sense of need for her became resident once more as well as another alien feeling. Spike continued to soothe her pain as he mulled over the feelings coursing through him, becoming more bewildered as they grew.
Buffy, what have you done to me?