Awaken to Danger by OKDeanna

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Chapter 3

Chapter Three (Word Count: 4,509)

Buffy shivered at the confidence in his tone, wondering how he could be so sure of her abilities when he didn’t know a thing about her. But the look in his eyes told her he believed in her and that, more than anything else, convinced her to accept what he wanted. If nothing else, to see if he could actually make good on his earlier promise. If he could make her fly.

At his urging, she got to her knees, twisting on the mattress until the chains linking her to it crossed in the middle. There was an iron bar in front of her and when his hands guided hers to it, his gentle touch forcing her fingers to close around it, she moaned.

“’S all right, love,” he whispered into her ear, his hands sensuously trailing down her arms to settle at her waist. “You’re safe with me. ‘S okay to give in to your feelin’s. Trus’ me. I’ll make it good for you. So bloody good.”

He kissed her neck, his hot lips suckling her skin before something soft and black settled over her eyes, preventing her from seeing anything but the haze of lust his husky voice transcribed. “Gonna tie your hands with my belt now, love. Make it so you can’ move ‘em ‘round. Don’ be ‘fraid of it. ‘Fraid ‘f me. Won’ hurt you, pet. Jus’ gonna play with you. Show you somethin’ new.”

She shuddered as his hands dragged the leather across her nipples before moving on to wrap them around her hands, preventing her from uncrossing the chains and turning to face him. “Spike, I…”

“Go ahead, love. Ask what you want.”

“You said no questions.”

He placed another kiss on the nape of her neck, his lips spreading wide against her skin. “Depends on the question, now doesn’ it, love? Told you before, pet. If you want somethin’ from me,” he paused, his lips dropping to her shoulder blades, “… gonna have to ask me for it. Can’ read your mind, yeah? You wan’ somethin’, you need to tell me ‘bout it.”

“Except if I want you to let me go.”

He laughed, his hot breath whispering across her spine. “’Course, love. That goes without bloody sayin’, doesn’ it?”

Buffy frowned, pulling her lower lip between her teeth again. “Do I get a safe word?”

His mouth briefly halted on her skin before leisurely continuing on the same path it’d been on, his blunt teeth nipping at her right buttock as he casually asked, “Do you want a safe word, love? Think you’re gonna need one with me?”

No. Yes. “I-I don’t know. Do I?”

He didn’t answer at first. Instead, using a hand to nudge her legs further apart, allowing enough room for his tongue to slide between them and lick her again. “Depends on how deep you’re wantin’ to take this, pet.” His fingers replaced his tongue but before she could do little more than groan at the invasion, he was gone and…

Thwap!

The hairs of the whip hit her buttocks in the same spot he’d nipped her; she jerked and whimpered at the scratching, pricking needles sensation it bestowed. God. Would it be like that every time?

Another hit assured her that it might be.

She whimpered again, desperately trying to readjust herself on the mattress before he could make another strike, but his firm grasp of her hips stalled her movements and in seconds, the sting in her skin was soothed by the wet, firm rasp of his tongue.

“Oh God. Spike.”

He chuckled against her, placing open mouth kisses along the area he struck. “Gonna make you hur’ so good, love. So good you’ll be writhin’ and wet and pleadin’ with me to give you more.”

She moaned and pushed back against him, wishing he’d take the hint to touch her again. To place his fingers where she wanted—needed—to feel them. “Spike, please…”

“Please what?” he asked lifting his head, taking his warm lips and hot kisses with him. “What is it you’re wantin’, love?”

His tongue dipped into the crack between her ass cheeks, teasing the small puckered hole there before moving down, flittering across her opening with a touch so light she scarcely felt it. “Gonna have to be a bit more specific, pet. Not gonna do it without hearin’ the words fallin’ from your delicious li’l lips.”

“T-touch me,” she panted, pushing back against his tongue. “Please, I-I need you to touch me.”

He shook his head, clucking his tongue once. “Sorry, love, not quite good enough.” He moved his hands to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between two fingers. “I can touch you anywhere, yeah?” he pinched her, as if to remind her he spoke the truth. “If you need me to touch you somewhere else, I wanna hear you say it. Tell me where to touch you, love.”

“You know where,” she said leaning her head back against his shoulder. “You know where I want you to touch me. Why do I need to say it?”

His hand on her breast froze. “Now you’ve done it.” His touch fell away and before she’d even fully contemplated the reason why, the whip was striking her ass again, its coarse hairs causing her to cry out and bow forward, seeking relief from the punishment she knew he’d deal to her again.

He proved her right when he struck five more blows in rapid succession. “Oh God. Please, Spike, please…”

“Please what, Buffy? Please touch you? Please let you ask me another soddin’ question? What is it you want, pet? What is it you’re expectin’ me to do? Tell me,” he demanded roughly, running the hairs of the whip back along her cheeks. “Tell me what you wan’. Tell me what you need.”

She trembled at the command in his voice, her hands tightening around the headboard as she told him what he wanted to hear. “I want to come, Spike. I want you to make me come.”

He kissed her shoulder blade, the object in his hand disappearing as he reached for her breast again, pinching her nipple as he had before. “And how do you wan’ me to make you do tha’, love?” he asked moving his mouth up the column of her throat, his teeth lightly scraping her pulse point before his lips settled on her skin, suckling it hard and fast. “How do you wan’ me to make you come?”

How? What did he mean how? How did he think she wanted him to…

“Stop over thinkin’ it, pet,” he ordered, massaging her breasts with his fingers, lightly running his thumb over each nipple. “‘S jus’ you and me here, yeah? ‘S okay to tell me what you wan’. Nothin’ to be ‘shamed ‘f in it. Trus’ me. Trus’ me to give you what you wan’. What’ll make you feel good.”

His tongue traced the outer rim of her ear before his lips clamped over her lobe, sending another shiver dancing up her spine. “Relax, pet. I’ve got you. Jus’ let go, yeah? Jus’ say the words and we’ll get on with it.”

He made it sound so simple, so easy. But it wasn’t easy. Not for her. “I-I can’t.”

“Sure you can. ‘S jus’ a few li’l words. Say ‘em and I’ll send your body soarin’, love.”

And if she couldn’t? What would he do then?

His hand paused on her breast, his breath fanning her neck as he silkily asked, “What would you like for me to do, pet?” He moved one hand behind her, dragging his knuckles along her spine before giving her buttocks a firm slap. “Is that what you want, love? Want me to punish you some more? Teach you those lessons I can feel your body crave from me?”

No. Yes. Had she really spoken those thoughts from earlier aloud?

“Buffy, relax, love.” He placed another kiss on her shoulder, his teeth lightly biting into her skin before he shifted away, both hands settling back on her waist. “Gonna take my shirt off now, pet. Wanna feel you against my skin. Feel that luscious heat ‘f yours seepin’ into me, settin’ me on fire. ”

Buffy dropped her head, listening to the stable sound of his breathing as he silently worked to bare his torso. In her mind’s eye, she could see him, his long fingers lazily sliding each button free, revealing more and more of the taut, muscled skin beneath, his crystalline eyes locked on her face, waiting for her to respond to his attentions.

She gasped as his strong arm locked around her waist, yanking her back flush against his chest, his hot flesh brandishing her skin with a teasing promise of more, so much more. “Spike, please, I can’t…” the tails of his open dress shirt hit the top of her thighs, tickling her skin, making her squirm for more, “Oh God. Spike, I need… I need… ooh, please.”

“Please what?” he asked again, his voice laced with patience and tinted with amused promise. “Gonna have to say it, pet. Gonna have to open up and tell me what you want.”

The fingers of his free hand stealthily moved across her abdomen then lower, sliding first down then up her inner thigh, stopping an inch or so below her crotch. “Tell me you want my touch,” he whispered softly, tenderly kissing his way along the back of her neck. “Tell me you want my fingers inside you, pet. Tell me you wanna feel ‘em curlin’ and wigglin’, drivin’ you high, so bloody high.”

She squirmed as his hand finally fell to her curls, fingers absently stroking the damp hairs. “Yes, oh yes, Spike. Please, I-I want that. I want that so much.”

He smiled against her, his thumb teasing the sides of her moist folds. “All you gotta do is say the words, love. Jus’ tell me what you want and it’s yours. ‘M yours.”

Why did he want to hear her say it so badly? Did girls talking dirty really turn him on that much?

His fingers fell to her hips again, gripping her roughly, pulling her buttocks tight against his groin, driving his jeans-clad erection against her still stinging cheeks. “You feel that, Buffy? ‘S for you, love. Jus’ you. ‘M bloody hard, I am. Hard and ready to be inside you.

“You want that, too, don’ you, kitten? You want me inside you, yeah? You wanna feel your walls stranglin’ me. Wanna feel ‘em makin’ me roar. Makin’ me spend.”

God. She did. She really, really did.

He chuckled, sending warm patches of air skittering across the base of her neck. “I know you want it, love. Bein’ bloody stubborn in not tellin’ me, you are. But ‘s okay. Got all night, don’ we, pet? Got plenty of time to make you beg for it. Beg for me.”

His hands left her hips, his knuckles scratching down her spine as a soft snap lit the air, quickly followed by the rasp of a zipper. He moaned, long and low, the sound reverberating off the walls and into the heightened sensitization of her skin.

“Wish you could see this, love. So bleedin’ hard for you, I am. Jus’ imagin’ those soft hands ‘f yours feelin’ me up, strokin’ me to a fever. Cor, I could come jus’ bloody thinkin’ about it.”

Oh my God. Was he really…? “Spike…? Tell me you aren’t—”

“Aren’t what, pet?” he asked hoarsely, his low moans turning into a harsh, guttural growl. “Told you I was gonna come this time, yeah? Never said you’d get to watch me do it, did I?”

She shook her head, biting her lip to keep from crying out as she listened to the heavy sounds of his breathing. If he kept up the pace he’d set, it wouldn’t be long until he—

“Christ, love, ‘m gonna come. ‘M gonna come and wish I was comin’ in you. Wish it was your tight li’l cunny stranglin’ me. Your hot li’l mouth drinkin’ me down. Makin’ me sweat. Makin’ me…

“Bloody fuck, that’s good.”

Buffy squeezed her thighs together as tight as they could go, crying out in frustration as it lacked the necessary friction to get her off. “Spike, please I…” She stopped, her whole body shuddering as a hot spurt of semen hit her back. “Oh God. I need you, Spike. I need you to touch me. Please. Please touch me. Please put your fingers in me. Please make me come. Please, please make me come.”

Spike’s hand splayed along her back, his fingers idly drawing a design along her skin. “Where exactly do you want my fingers, pet? Want ‘em in your mouth?” he asked, lightly drawing an index finger across her lips, tempting her to part them and allow him to come inside; he didn’t though.

“Or maybe you want ‘em here,” he questioned, moving his fingers to her anus, pressing the digit firmly enough that her muscles gave way for an entrance. He teased her by lightly putting the still moist finger inside her then chuckled when she bucked back into him and, quickly removed his hand. “Now, now, love, can’t go there jus’ yet, can we? Haven’t told me that’s where you want me, now have you, pet?”

Dammit. He was really going to make her say it, wasn’t he? He really wanted to hear the words. Well, fine. If he wanted it, he’d get it, but… he damn sure better make it worth it.

Taking a deep breath, Buffy finally told him what she wanted… “I want you to… fuck me, Spike. I want you to fuck me with your fingers.”

“Jus’ my fingers, love?”

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I want you to use your tongue again, too.”

He sucked in a sharp breath. “And my cock, love? What about that?”

She glanced at him over her shoulder, wishing she could see his face through the coal black material of the blindfold. “I want that, too,” she groaned softly, leaning her head against his shoulder as his hand moved to her front, his thumb making a lazy circle along her clit. “Ooh. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

His fingers dipped into her center, his lips hovering over her mouth as he offered, “Not gonna stop again, love. Bloody well put an end to that bit now, kitten.”

Bloody well put an end to him, too, if he wasn’t careful, Spike thought reaching up with one hand to tear the blindfold from her eyes. As she blinked against the harshness of the lights, her hazel eyes trying to readjust to their surroundings, he smiled, pushing the golden hair back from her face, waiting until the moment her eyes locked with his to speak.

“This is it, love. No turnin’ back now, yeah? I take you and… you’re mine.”

“For this one night,” she breathed out against his lips, her small pink tongue shooting into his mouth. “I am yours. But after this, outside of this… I belong to me again.”

Is that what she thought? That once this night of theirs was over, she’d just go back to her life? Forget about the things they’d done? The things they’d shared?

Spike almost laughed at her naivety. Almost. He pulled his lips from her mouth, leaning his forehead into hers. “Pet, before this night is up, you’re gonna be beggin’ me to stay with you.”

She met his gaze again, hers still riddled with doubts and denials. “That’s pretty bold talk. Are you sure you can live up to it?” Her eyes widened. “I mean, um… crap.”

Laughter bubbled up in his chest, making his fingers falter on her clit. She whimpered against him, her body wriggling to recapture his touch even as her eyes begged him not to go for the flogger.

He grinned, reaching for the belt across her wrists, easily undoing the knots with one hand. When the last loop gave way, the leather falling into his palm in one smooth movement, he wasted no time at all in tossing it to the floor.

The chains came next, one wrist at a time and through it all, his eyes never left her face and his other hand never raised from her genitals. “I can live up to my word, pet. Question is… can you live up to yours?”

Her forehead creased in confusion; he took pity on her and stopped her from having to ask the question he knew she wanted to voice. “You agreed to give me one night, love. Do anythin’ I wanted, anythin’ I asked, yeah?” At her hesitant nod, he continued, idly rubbing his fingers along her wet slit. “This is where you prove it, pet. This is where you put your thoughts and fears outside the door and give me all your trus’, all your wants and needs and… fantasies.

“I wanna hear your fantasies, love. I wanna know what makes you tick. What makes you hot. What makes you simmer.”

“W-why?”

“Because it’s what I do, pet. What I am. What you want me to be.”

“I don’t… understand.”

He let go of her clit, pulling his fingers out from her pussy so that he could use both hands to turn her around, gently coaxing her lie on her back. “You wanted an adventure, love. You wanted excitement and romance and danger. You wanted… me. You asked for me. Over and over and over again.

“And now ’m ‘ere,” he murmured softly, his gaze slowly trailing her body before lifting back to meet her eyes. “’M ‘ere because you called me, pet. This body ‘f yours, it sings to me. A bloody siren’s call, it is. Darin’ me to answer it. Beggin’ me to unleash it.

“And I will, love. ’M gonna unleash a part of you, you never even dreamed about. And when it comes, that bloody revelation of everythin’ you’ve been missin’, you’re gonna know that I was right. ‘Bout this, ‘bout you.”

He leaned down, kissing her lips once, twice, a third time. “You’re gonna love me before this is over, pet. You’re gonna beg me not to leave you when dawn breaks and maybe, jus’ maybe, I’ll even give in to it, into you.

“But you’re gonna have to ask me nicely, pet. Gonna have to make it worth my while, yeah? Make me believe there’s more for you to learn.”

“W-what if… What if I don’t?” she asked lifting her chin defiantly. “W-what if I don’t want to learn anything more from you?”

He arched an eyebrow, cocking his head sideways as he dropped a hand back to his shaft, watching her face as she followed the actions of his hand, up, down, up, down. Her breath quickened; he grinned, his hand halting mid-stroke. “You will,” he promised, barely managing to suppress a shudder as her hand reached out and covered the one on his cock, her timid thumb catching the tiny drip of moisture at its bell head.

“M-maybe I won’t,” she challenged, looking back up at him, her small, blunt teeth briefly sinking into her lower lip. “You don’t know everything about me, you know. I could still… surprise you.”

Now on that, he could definitely agree.

He lifted his hand from beneath hers, stifling a moan as her fingers instinctively curled around him, her grip tight enough to damn near cause him to shoot another load at her. “That’s it,” he bit out hoarsely, straddling her thighs. “Jus’ like that, pet. Jus’… like that.”

She stared into his eyes, all traces of innocence and shyness erased from her gaze. “I have done this before, you know. You’re not the first guy that I’ve—”

Spike cut her off with a hard, brutal kiss, raking her lips with his tongue, forcing her hands back to the mattress on either side of her hips. “No talkin’ ‘bout other blokes in this bed, pet. Makes me a bit… testy, yeah?”

He moved his hands to her wrists, rubbing small circles into the marks the chains and belt left along her flesh. “And don’t think I didn’t hear those soddin’ questions you tossed out, love. I did. ‘M jus’ choosin’ to overlook ‘em… for now.”

Another shiver wracked her body and his lips curled into a wide grin. “’F course, you could always choose to ask me for more punishment,” he said waggling his eyebrows. “Some women like a little rough and tumble from their man, or so ‘m told.”

Blue-green eyes narrowed, as he knew they would. “If I can’t talk about other ‘blokes’, you can’t talk about other…” She frowned, her voice faltering as she grasped for an appropriate word.

“Birds?” Spike supplied helpfully, earning him a quick swat on his outer thigh from her. His fingers tightened in reflex on her wrists and he leaned down until his breath swept across her lips. “Only one bird in this bed I care ‘bout seein’ to right now, love, and that’s you. No worries ‘bout that, yeah?”

She searched his eyes, hers as open as the day was long. “Why me?” she whispered finally, hazel gaze pleading with him for an answer. “Why did you pick me?”

“Because you needed me to, love.”

Her eyes once again clouded with confusion and this time, Spike chose not to clear it.

Purposefully hardening his tone, he asked, “Am I gonna have to punish you again, pet? You seem awfully inquisitive all the sudden. Gets a mite distractin’ when a bloke’s tryin’ to have his wicked way with you, you know?”

She opened her mouth to speak; Spike closed it with his lips. She whimpered, her hands flailing on the mattress beneath his grip. He released her instantly, not surprised when her hands wound into his hair, holding him tight as one leg wrapped around his hip, forcing him to lower himself more fully atop her.

He stretched out, angling himself between the heady sanctuary of her thighs. As his cock teased her opening, a groan flew from his mouth to hers. “Cor, but you’re so bloody wet for me, pet. Gonna drench me before I even get inside you, aren’ you, love?”

She bucked against him, her hips rising off the bed with more strength than he’d expected. “Please, Spike. No more playing. I want you. Inside me. Now.”

Bossy little chit, wasn’t she? “I’ll get inside when I’m good and ready,” he told her calmly, reaching down to slide two fingers into her, watching as her face contorted with pleasure. “’Sides, I seem to remember there bein’ an order to your wants before, pet. Something about fingerin’ and lickin’ and then poundin’ you into the bloody mattress with my cock.

“Isn’ that right, love? Isn’ that what you said to me? What you wanted me to do to you?”

She gave a wordless keen, wildly moving against his hand as his fingers scissored and curled and flexed inside her. “That feel good, love? You like feelin’ my fingers inside you? Wanna feel another? Wanna feel them tightin’ in your channel?” He added a third finger, pushing and curling upward, smiling as her eyes shot open and her back arched off the bed—he’d hit her g-spot, again.

“Bloody beautiful you are when you come, love. Drench my entire hand, you do.”

He pulled out his fingers as her body’s spasms finally subsided and licked her juices off his hand, one finger at a time, watching the girl beneath him flush scarlet. “Gonna have to get over that bleedin’ shyness of yours, love. Got no use for that ‘ere.”

He leaned down, capturing her lips in another kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue. “You feel that power on your taste buds, pet? It’s a bloody addiction, that. Could reduce even the strongest man to ashes.”

Spike kissed his way down her neck, over her collarbone and breasts, teasing her belly button with his tongue before attempting to move lower… and finding himself stayed by a firm hand on his head.

“Don’t,” she requested softly, gently tugging on the short strands of his hair. “Please, I-I want…” she paused, drawing in a deep breath, “…I want your cock inside me, Spike. I want to feel myself come around you.”

He grinned at that, moving up her body with a slow, deliberate progress. “Is that right, love? You ready for me to show you the stars? You want me to spill my seed inside you?”

“Y-yes, I-I want that. I… want you.”

Spike placed a hand on her hip, roughly holding her as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Gonna ride you hard this first time, love. Hard and fast. You’re gonna have to keep up with me, yeah? Gonna have to let me do the drivin’.”

She nodded, twisting herself against the bed until the very tip of his cock slid inside. “Oh God, I… more,” she demanded harshly. “I need… more. All. All of it. All of you.”

Her legs wrapped around his hips, thigh muscles unforgiving as they forced him further inside her heat.

Christ, but she was tight. He’d known she would be, but… knowing and feeling were two bloody different things. Especially when it came to her, it seemed.

Pushing that last thought away for later reflection, Spike began to move within her, setting a punishing rhythm that he knew would drive her body absolutely insane with the need to spill itself. “That’s it, love. Work with me, yeah? Strangle me good, you do. So good. Gonna lose it quick, I am. Want you with me when I do. Wanna feel those walls contract on me as I spend. As I—”

“Oh God! Spike!”

He grunted a response, dropping his head to her neck as his drove himself harder into her, again and again, knowing she was close, wanting to be there with her when she went. “Cor, but you fit me good, love. So fuckin’ good. Like a glove, you are. Like a silk glove made jus’ for me.

“I wanna…” His words died off as her walls suddenly contracted around him, the spasming muscles setting him off before he realized he’d got there. “Bloody fuck me,” he ground out, collapsing on top of her, gasping for air.

He rolled onto his back as she nudged him with a shoulder, making sure to lock his arms around her waist as he went. Her head fell to his chest, her tiny breaths hitting his fevered skin, making him wish he’d had the foresight to come one more time before he entered her.

“Love, I don’t… know ‘bout you, but… ’m willin’ to admit… one night isn’ goin’ to be… nearly enough… time for us.”

She lifted her head, looking him in the eye. “But I thought you said… one night was all I’d get?”

He shut his eyelids, desperately trying to regain control of his breathing. “I lied.”

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