Awaken to Danger by OKDeanna

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Chapter 2

She wasn’t wearing any undergarments. He’d known it, of course, his eyes having studied her slender form all night. But knowing it and seeing it… two bloody different things, that.

“Someone’s been a naughty girl,” Spike murmured softly, running a finger along her bare hip; she gasped at the touch, goosebumps breaking out across her taupe flesh, sending a sharp needle of anticipation straight to his groin.

“You like my touchin’ you, love? You like feelin’ my hands on your body?”

She didn’t answer; she didn’t need to.

His hands curled around her hips, his fingertips biting into her flesh; she whimpered but didn’t try to stop him as he hoisted her up and dropped her back onto the king-size mattress. “Only one rule for you to remember t’night, pet. Jus’ one. You do good? You get a reward. You do bad…”

He let the sentence trail off, relishing in the tiny spot of fear that crept into her eyes.

“’M the boss here, yeah? ‘M the bloke in charge. You do as I say, pet. Anythin’ I ask. Anythin’ I tell you. No sassin’ and no bloody questionin’.”

Her eyes widened; her lips parted yet released no sound. She swallowed once, dropping her gaze to where his knee rested beside her hip on the bed. She reached out, trembling fingers stroking up his inner thigh, dangerously close to where he wanted to feel her heat. “Are you sure that’s what you want, Spike?” she asked looking back up at him. “It might be more fun to let me be in charge.”

He caught her wrist, instinctively reaching for the other, thrusting them both back against the bed, hard. “What’d I tell you about questionin’ me, love?” He shook his head, moving her arms until both wrists were locked in one hand, and then reached for the small cuffs he’d released her from earlier. “I was plannin’ on introducin’ you back to this gradually, but… somebody isn’ listenin’ too well.”

He slid the cuffs into place, the loud metal clink echoing off the walls inside the room.

Her breathing hitched, her pulse hammering an erratic rhythm beneath the pads of his thumbs.

“I…”

She stopped, searching his eyes, clearing her throat. “I-I’m sorry,” she whispered softly. “I… won’t do it again.”

Liar. Questioning authority was in her blood. He could feel it. Almost taste it.

She was special, yeah. More so than any others he’d been with. She wouldn’t break easy, this one. But then again, it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun if she did.

“Can’t get out of it that easy, love. You broke the rule. The only one I told you to follow.”

He cocked his head, running his hands back down the length of hers arms, over her elbows, across her breasts. He cupped them in his palms, feeling their weight, their heat; he squeezed them once, twice, and then leaned in, taking a protruding nipple into his mouth.

Buffy cried out, her hips arching off the bed damn near hard enough to dislodge him from it.

Oh yeah. This girl wouldn’t break easy. But it didn’t matter. In the end, he would break her. And once he did… she’d be his lover for life. Or at least until he grew tired of her. Whichever came first.

Hot. His mouth was hot. His breath warm and moist along her skin. Teasing her nipples even as his soft voice admonished her for breaking his rule—his one rule. The rule she still couldn’t believe she actually agreed to abide by.

What was wrong with her? Was she so starved for sex—good sex—that she’d let a complete stranger kidnap her and talk her into staying with him even after he told her she could go?

What kind of person did that? What kind of woman did that? Allowed a complete stranger to chain her to his bed? Allowed him to touch her, taste her, and… ooh, yeah, right there.

“Mmm.” Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.

“Wouldn’t dream of stoppin’ this now, love,” he all but purred against her skin, his teeth lightly scraping across her nipple as his fingers did delicious things to her clit. “Too responsive, you are. Got me wound good and proper. Gonna explode if I don’ feel your hot li’l cunny quiverin’ around me soon.”

God, the things he said. The things he did. He’d only just begun and already she had become a trembling, lust-filled mess. What would happen once he finally took her? Once he buried himself inside her? How would she feel then?

“Feel so good,” he murmured silkily, lifting his head to trail a path of kisses down her abdomen, over her hips, stopping at her belly button, teasing her with his tongue before dropping to the small apex of curls between her thighs.

He glanced up at her, his blue eyes hot and hungry and so dark they were borderline black. “’M gonna taste you now, love. Drive you crazy with need, yeah?

“But you won’ come until I say you can. Gonna make you whimper a long time, pet. Have you beggin’ me for release. But you gotta learn your lesson firs’.”

Lesson? What lesson? What was he…

He gave her clit a long, firm lick, the only warning she had before he settled his lips and took her with his mouth, suckling hard as he placed first one finger then another inside her, twisting them, scissoring them, curling them in a way guaranteed to drive her out of her mind with the need for more.

With the need for him.

God. How did he expect her not to come when he was doing such delicious things to her? Did he think her immune to her feelings? That she could just… ooh, drown her need and forget her desire?

Was he crazy? “Spike, please…”

“Please, what?” he asked lifting his head, eyeing her with half-closed lids even as his fingers continued to move inside her. “What is it you want, love?”

What did she want? He was already pleasuring her body, pushing her closer and closer to an orgasm he told her she couldn’t have. What more could she want but him, but release?

She shook her head. “Spike, I don’t… Please,” she begged arching her hips. “I don’t… I don’t know what you want me to say to you.”

“Lesson the firs’. Always tell me the truth. Whatever it is you want; you say the words to me. No embarrassment, no hesitation. You want somethin’, you bloody ask me for it. That’s how it works. That’s how this works.”

He wanted her to say it? Why? She’d never… “I… can’t do that.”

“Sure you can, love. You bloody will if you want this…” he bent forward, taking her clit back into his mouth, sucking hard, causing a wailing cry to fall from her lips, “…to continue.”

She met his eyes, her body trembling from his attentions, from the heat of his gaze and the promise in his words. “I… want to come,” she breathed out finally, hesitantly. “P-please, Spike? Let me— Let me come?”

His eyes darkened. “’M not stoppin’ you, pet. You’re in control of your body, not me.”

“But you said… You told me that I couldn’t.”

A roguish grin spread across his lips. “You always do what a bloke tells you to do, love?”

“No,” she answered softly, uncertain where he was going with this. “I’ve always done what I want.”

He licked his lips. “And you want to come now, right? So what’s stoppin’ you? Why aren’ you comin’ if you want it and you always do what you want?”

“You told me not to.”

His tongue curled behind his teeth. “And you’re listenin’ to me because…?”

She got it then. What he wanted. What he expected her to say. She sighed, relaxing her body beneath him. “You’re in charge.”

He grinned. “You’re gonna come hard, love. So bloody hard. Over and over again, you are.” He bent forward, running his tongue up her length, down, teasing her, using his fingers to spread her as his tongue sharply dipped inside.

She whimpered as he pinched her clit with his free hand, smoothing it with a hard, firm rub a second later and then… he pushed his fingers in as far as they could go, curling them again and pressing them into a small bundle of nerves while his tongue replaced the other fingers on her clit, flicking her once, twice…

“Come,” he commanded hoarsely, looking up at her, his eyes blazing black fire as he pulled his fingers out only to shove three of them back in, hitting the bundle of nerves a second time. “Come for me now, love.”

His teeth scraped her clit; she cried out, muscles spasming around his fingers as she came…hard.

Her body quivered against the white cotton bedsheets, her gaze unfocused as her eyelids opened, revealing a deep emerald-sapphire hue. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight… or a more dangerous one.

Spike lifted his arm, teasingly licking her fluid from his fingers as he gruffly told her, “Don’t go thinkin’ this is anythin’ other than it is, pet. What we’re doin’ here… it’s got nothin’ to do with hearts and flowers. Bes’ be rememberin’ that when I take you to heaven, yeah?”

She blinked, her eyes widening with surprise and… indignation? “I don’t believe in hearts and flowers so you have nothing to worry about there. And even if I did, I wouldn’t exactly associate them with you. You aren’t the type.”

No, he really wasn’t, was he? He smirked. “Baby, with what I plan to do to you, I’ve no doubt, you’re gonna be eatin’ those words of yours. But it won’ matter. Meant what I said.”

“So did I.”

Time for another tutorial then.

He placed his hand at her lips, slowly easing a finger inside the wet cavern of her mouth. “Lesson the second, pet,” he said leaning down until he felt her hot gasps of breath on his face. “Never disagree with what I tell you. I know what’s best here, yeah? So what I say goes. No bloody arguin’ or denyin’ about it.”

She twisted her head to the side, forcing his finger from her lips. “Where do you get off—?”

He caught her chin in his hand, capturing lips in a quick, harsh kiss. When he lifted his head again, he took satisfaction in the widening of her pupils. “What’d I tell you about askin’ questions, love? Pretty sure I mentioned somethin’ about the sassin’ me, too.”

He shook his head. “Gonna have to punish you now. No gettin’ ‘round it this time.”

Fear laced her gaze; her mouth falling open then closing just as quickly. She wanted to say something. He could see the need in her eyes and for a moment, he actually contemplated denying her. But then he’d never know what she wanted to say and… he had a feeling it might be good. Good enough to play with for a while.

“What is it, pet? What do you want to tell me?”

She swallowed, moving her arms as if to touch him and frowning when the chains on her wrists held her back. “I… I’m sorry, Spike. You’re right. I-I agreed to this, to all of this, but… maybe I was wrong. Maybe I’m not cut out for this… whatever this is.”

“Was that a bloody question or a statement? Because it sounded like another soddin’ question to me and…” His voice trailed off as she shook her head again. “No question, right then. Okay, so you made a mistake. You want to end this? You want to walk away now, is that it?”

Guilt entered her eyes as her chin broke free of his hand, her voice dropping an octave as she softly whispered, “Yes.”

Spike laughed and then laughed even harder at the quiet outrage that split across her face. “Oh, this is bloody priceless. You want to leave after I give you an orgasm for the rafters but not when you woke up and found yourself chained to a stranger’s bed?”

She frowned. “You weren’t a complete stranger.”

“Wasn’ exactly an acquaintance, either, love.”

She blew out a frustrated breath. “Just unchain me. It’s time I got myself home.”

“No.”

Her eyes shot to his face. “What do you mean no? You can’t just… keep me here!”

“Actually, pet, I can and, more importantly, I bloody well will.”

Her eyes widened again. “W-what? N-no, you can’t… Spike, you have to… You have to let me go. You can’t keep me here against my will. You— It’s… kidnapping!”

“Is it?” he asked running his finger along her cheek, delighting in the small shiver her body gave in response; his gaze dropped, taking in her puckered nipples before forcing his eyes back to her face, offering her another smirk.

Her eyes narrowed; he bit back the urge to laugh again. “I gave you the option to leave, love. You’re the one who chose to stay. Chose it even after I told you I’d be in charge. ‘S not my fault you’re gettin’ cold feet now. Told you want I wanted, what I bleedin’ expected, and… well, what part of no arguin or denyin’ did you not understand, pet?

“Think I didn’ mean it? That this was all about sex? About bein’ with you and jus’ savorin’ you? Sorry to burst your bubble, love, but… I could get that anywhere. Don’ exactly need you for it, now do I?”

Hurt flashed in her eyes, followed quickly by anger. “How dare you, you… you jerk! I don’t have to listen to this, listen to you, and I swear to God, if you don’t let me out of these chains right now, I’m gonna—”

“Gonna what? Scream? Beg? Cry? Already did at least two of ‘em t’night and… lookee here,” he said extending his arms wide. “Nobody came to your soddin’ rescue. Why is that, pet? Is it because nobody has missed you yet? Because nobody at that bleedin’ heart sorority of yours realizes you’re not there?

“Face it, love,” he said dropping his arms to his sides, watching her face as her anger deflated back to hurt. “You’ve got nowhere else to be t’night. Why not put yourself in my hands? You know I’m good for it.”

He moved his hands to the chains, slowly sliding his fingers down her arms, lightly trailing them along her hips before settling his palms against her thighs, eliciting another shiver and a moan from her as his fingertips gently played with the curls at her crest.

Spike leaned in to kiss her collarbone, his lips dragging over her skin from side to side, finally landing on the pulse point at her jugular, suckling hard. “I can make you feel so good, Buffy,” he whispered against her, his mouth moving to briefly suck on her bottom earlobe. “Why not give yourself over to me completely, pet? Let me take your mind as well as your body. I promise you won’ regret it, love. ‘Fore the night is through, you’ll be beggin’ me to let you stay, to let you be with me another night.”

“No, I… won’t.”

He grinned, lifting his head, his boring eyes into hers. “Oh, yes, love, you will.”

Getting up from the bed, he headed toward the antique chest in the corner, searching its contents for something interesting to use, something that would shock her, teach her how to respond to him.

Fire shot into her eyes when he turned back to face her, his chosen objects held tightly in his fist. “What is this?” she asked her tone as hard and unforgiving as her eyes. “Do you have some kind of control fetish? Get off on telling women what to do? Telling them what they want? How to act?”

He grinned. “Christ, you are a feisty li’l thing, aren’ you? Kitten has claws, she does, but she doesn’ listen very well to her master, does she, pet?”

Spike stepped back toward the bed, smiling as he twisted the blindfold and the horse hair of the flogger between his fingers. “’S eight times you’ve asked me a question t’night, love, all of which I’ve yet to truly punish you for.” He cocked his head sideways, watching her fidget against the mattress, eyes wide, pussy glistening with new moisture. “Tell me, pet, do you like bein’ spanked? Is that why you’re so hell bent on breakin’ my rule? Do you want me to have to punish you for it?”

She shook her head, biting her lower lip as he trailed the ends of the horse hair up her thigh, teasing her body with the barest of touches. “You sure ‘bout that, love? You sure you don’ like the thought of this? The thought of me turnin’ you ‘round and havin’ a go at that lovely arse of yours? ‘F feelin’ the leather beat agains’ your skin?”

She gave her head another shake, blond locks fanning over his pillow; his smile widened. “Now you wouldn’ be lyin’ to me, would you, pet?”

“N-no, Spike. I’m not… I-I wouldn’t—”

He moved the hairs closer to her mound; her eyelids shut, her last words disappearing behind a harsh gasp as he teased the ends of the flogger over her clit. “I didn’ quite catch that last part, love. You mind repeatin’ it for me? You were sayin’ I was mistaken, yeah? That you weren’t lyin’ to me about not likin’ this? Not likin’ my choice in punishin’ you?”

She whimpered, arching her body toward the whip. “Spike…”

He dropped his arms back to his sides, meeting her gaze the second her eyelids opened. “Lesson the third, love. You want what I want. What I say you want. No lyin’ or denyin’ ‘bout it. You’ll take your punishment like a good li’l girl and when it’s over, you’ll get another reward.”

“I’ll get to come again, you mean.”

Spike grinned. “No, pet. This time you’ll be makin’ me come.”

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