Awaken to Danger by OKDeanna

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Chapter 4

Spike popped open one eyelid, watching her face as she peered down at him, her shock giving way to uncertainty and then, lastly, to denial. Bloody hell.

With a quick shake of his head and a firm grip on her arms, one leg thrust in between hers, Spike rolled them over, effectively trapping her between his body and the mattress. “You know, love, you could give a man a complex lookin’ at ‘im like that, all doubt and contradiction.”

He grinned when she scoffed, her golden body shimmying and wriggling underneath him, the enticing movements tempting him to abandon the rest of his plans for her in favor of burying himself to the hilt inside her again.

Spike moved his hands to her hips, digging his fingers into her sweat-licked skin. “Pet, you don’ soddin’ stop movin’ ‘round like that and I’ll be forced to tie you back up and teach you the true meanin’ of the phrase, ‘fucked into oblivion.”

His grin widened at the bright crimson flush that stole its way across her cheeks—delicious little minx-and he rocked his hips once, enjoying the small gasp of amazement that flew from her lips as he slowly lowered his pelvis and slid his growing erection between her thighs. “What’s a matter, love? Tiger swallow your tongue?”

She parted her lips, her gaze lowering to follow the path of his tongue as it leisurely trailed his bottom lip. He rocked his hips again; her gaze shot to his face. “S-Spike?”

He smirked, loving how quickly he could ensnare her attention. “Short recovery period, kitten,” he answered, acknowledging her unspoken question. “Bloody good thing, too, what with you makin’ me forget myself like that, usin’ this luscious li’l body ‘f yours to corrupt me into takin’ you ‘fore I planned.

“Gonna have to make it up to me,” he declared, trailing kisses across her collarbone, up her neck before finally, briefly, brushing her mouth with his, once, twice, three times. Her tongue darted past his lips, tangling then retreating from his, again and again, forcing him to chase it back home.

She wriggled again; he growled, yanking his head upright, his eyes boring into hers the second her long, black lashes fluttered open. “Not nice to tease a bloke, you know,” he warned, using his body weight to press her further into the mattress, mentally groaning as the head of his cock rubbed alongside her opening, the evidence of her arousal soaking the top half of his shaft. “Givin’ a bloke ideas, makin’ him crave you beneath his skin, makin’ him wanna kill to get his cock inside your tight, warm li’l cunny. ‘M thinkin’ the punishment for this one will have to be a bit more severe.”

He watched her draw a breath, felt her bare foot as it slowly moved along his calf, and nearly spent himself when her talented little tongue darted out to moisten her lips, her eyes darkening with lust and daring him with challenge. “If you’re the one in charge,” she questioned, her fingernails scraping down his back, the subtle shift of her hips forcing the tip of his cock to reenter her. “Why do I feel like I suddenly have all the power here?”

Spike lifted himself up onto his forearms, his muscles straining with the effort it took not to move. “Do you even grasp how close you are to gettin’ burned right now, li’l girl? One more move like that and I’ll have to put you over my knee and give you a real, personal-like spankin’.”

Her leg moved higher, her small foot dipping between his thighs before the other joined it, both locking around his hips, beneath his bum. “Should I be scared, Spike? Because I have to say, I’m really… not. I get it now, you see. I get you.

“You want me so bad that you’re shaking the whole mattress… pet.” She stopped, a slow, sly grin forming across her lips as she tightened her legs and rocked her hips forward, drawing him further inside her slick channel.

Spike swore; she laughed. “What happened to all that control of yours, Mr. Big Bad Tough Guy? Did you lose it when you lost yourself in me?”

Spike narrowed his eyes then blinked as the sinful look in her eyes registered in his brain. Baby wants to play, does she? Could be right good that. See where she takes it, how far she’d go to pleasure him, pleasure them…

Then again, she had broken his rules… repeatedly. Wouldn’t be right to reward her with something she didn’t really deserve, now would it?

Decision made, Spike reached behind him with one hand, unlocking her feet and removing her legs from around his hips, affording him the chance to back away. She glared as he pulled out of her, but otherwise made no move to stop him.

Good girl.

“Now, pet,” he chided, raising himself up on the bed with his fists. “I know I explained the rules to you. All those lessons we talked about? You were listenin’ to me, weren’t you, love?”

He tilted his head and settled his bum across her lower thighs, waiting for her to answer him. When she didn’t, instead choosing to avert her face, he caught her chin in his hand and positioned her head until she met his eyes again, sparks of guilt flooding her gaze. “You like my punishin’ you, Buffy? Is that why you keep pushin’ me t’night? Bein’ all disobedient and forcin’ me to have to discipline you?

“Does my takin’ a hard line with you get you wet, kitten? Make you wanna keep testin’ me this way?”

Keeping his thumb and index finger locked on her chin, he drew his other fingers across the skin of her upper neck, fingernails lightly scraping her flesh as they curled beneath her jaw. He smirked as her lips parted with another moan, her head immediately tilting back, exposing more of her throat to his gaze.

Spike leaned forward, twisting her head a bit, and placed an open mouthed kiss in the hollow space where her neck met her shoulder. She shivered when he removed his hand and kissed his way across her collarbone, gently biting down when he neared the vein at the side of her throat, relishing in the soft, mewling cry that split the air.

“What do we have here?” he asked, lifting his head to gaze at her. “Have I found a secret erogenous zone, pet? Somethin’ that’ll drive you mad enough to beg for me, perhaps?”

She swallowed once, her eyes going wide and… feigning fear. “You… wouldn’t… do that.”

He chuckled, spreading his lips into a broad smile. “Oh, I would, pet. I definitely would.”

Buffy watched as Spike tested the chains at her ankles again, the ones at her wrists rattling as she struggled to make herself more comfortable. The blond kneeling at her feet looked up sharply at her movement, his eyes promising sinful retribution should she decide to try and shift her position again.

Bastard.

She swallowed hard as Spike drew his fingers up her calf, gently massaging her leg before placing a brief, chaste kiss against her skin and fluidly rising to his feet, a pleased expression replacing the admonishing one he’d held a second before. “All set, love. Now we can have some real fun, yeah?”

Fun? He thought this was fun? Was he insane? She felt like a convict being positioned for a thorough strip search… minus the actual stripping part.

What part about that sounded fun?

Spike clucked his tongue and stepped forward, his strong hands landing on either side of her waist, his long fingers digging into her flesh as his face rubbed against her cheek, his breeze-like breath drifting across her lips in a soft, warm caress. “Now, pet, there’s no reason to pout about it. You know ’m gonna make it good for you. So good your tiny limbs ‘ill be quakin’ with need, and that hot li’l cunny ‘f yours ‘ill be leavin’ some naughty li’l puddles on the floor.

“Now…” he paused as his hand slipped from her waist to dip between her legs only to pull out before she’d done more than register the whispered sensation of his touch, “…what say you be a good li’l girl while I get back to work. Got lots to do if ‘m to punish you good and proper this time, love.”

Buffy frowned as his head suddenly snapped back and she mentally cursed the withdraw of his mouth as his hands retracted from her skin. She watched him duck beneath one of her arms and disappear somewhere behind her, noisily shuffling through items on a table just out of sight of the full length mirror at her front.

He did that on purpose, she thought scowling. Putting a mirror on the wall and chaining her only a few short feet away, effectively preventing her from seeing the full scope of the room within its illusory depths, was deliberately cruel… and just a tad daunting.

Not that she thought Spike would hurt her; she didn’t, he wouldn’t. She might not know him as well as she should, or as well as her moral brain would like, but… she definitely knew that about him.

At least she thought she did. Right before he stepped up behind her, lifting his hand over her shoulder and holding out an ice cube, watching with devilish delight as a drop of cool liquid fell directly onto her left nipple, hardening it instantly. “Dammit, Spike, that’s cold!”

Her fingers coiled around the chains, tugging hard, twisting to get away from the ice until the ankle cuffs rattled, reminding her she had nowhere left to go.

Buffy drew in a deep breath, and blew it out slowly. “Okay, I know I agreed to this, but… I have the right to change my mind and… I’m changing it now. Let me out of these things right--.” She stopped, moaning as Spike ducked around front of her, taking her erect nipple into his mouth, teeth gently scraping the peak before massaging its sides and end with his tongue. “…now,” she breathed, wantonly thrusting her chest outward, forcing herself further between his lips.

Oh God he was good at that. So, so good. “Mmm…Spike.”

He let go of her nipple and lifted his head, one eyebrow arched high. “Yes, love?”

“You stopped,” she complained, frustrated, frowning again when he still made no move to continue.

“I did.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “Had to get your attention somehow, didn’ I? You were gettin’ a mite lost inside that soddin’ noggin of yours, pet.” He tilted his head sideways, eyeing her thoughtfully. “Care to tell a bloke what had you thinkin’ so hard a few moments ago?”

“N-n-no.”

That sinful little smirk of his came back full force. “Bet I could make you tell me,” he challenged boldly, gazing down, blue eyes watching as his fingers slid the ice cube down her hip, across her pelvis, and over her clit, pausing to rub along her already wet folds; she bucked against him, cursing the chains that kept hindering her natural movements. “Spike…”

“Watch me, Buffy. Watch me in the mirror as I touch you, taste you, make your body sing for its release.” He thrust his fingers upward, releasing the cube inside her; she jerked in reflex, moaning loudly as he dropped to his knees and placed his mouth over her chilled opening, his tongue sliding inside to play with the melting ice and her quivering walls.

She gasped at the dual sensations of temperature, her arms and legs helplessly tugging against the chains that bound her, and then whimpered when his teasing suddenly stopped. “Ready to tell me now, pet?” he questioned, amused, looking up as she gazed down, his heated cerulean eyes letting her know that he was asking for a lot more than just the details about her inner thoughts.

Damn him. “I’m not telling you anything,” she returned hotly, glaring at him even as she grew wet with anticipation over what he would do in response. She could feel the ice cube melting inside her and had to fight back a shiver as the warmth she felt moments before gave way to chills.

“You sure you don’ want to tell me, kitten?” He gave her a knowing smirk, casually leaning forward, pressing a closed mouth kiss against her clit. “I promise to make it worth your while, pet. Give you somethin’ real special for trustin’ me with your thoughts.”

She shook her head, bucking her hips against his mouth. He pulled back again, blowing a rush of air across her folds. “Somebody is growin’ desperate.” He met her eyes once and dove forward, his mouth opening over her and his tongue sliding inside to play with the last remnant of ice.

He moaned against her and then moved away, closing his mouth around the last of the cube, sucking hard. “Mmm, you taste so good, love. Sweet honeyed ambrosia, that. Gonna get addicted to it, I am. Gonna be cravin’ you in my sleep. Feelin’ you in my blood.”

He tilted his head again, watching her curiously. “You ever taste yourself, pet? Ever dip those delicate li’l fingers of yours inside your gorgeous cunny and feel all that wetness and heat? All that tightness and tremblin’? Ever bring yourself off and lick that warm, li’l hand ‘f yours clean?”

“N-no.”

He smiled that slow, knowing smile that would have curled her toes had she actually been able to feel them over the rush of desire in her veins. “You wouldn’ be lyin’ to me again, would you, kitten? You know how I feel about that, don’ you?”

She nodded, fighting the urge to tremble beneath the weight of his gaze. “Spike…”

“Yes, love?”

“Touch me…, p-please.”

He sighed, shaking his head, disappointment rife in his gaze. “Sorry, pet, can’ do that jus’ yet. Haven’ heard what I want to hear from you.”

What more did he need? She’d asked him to touch her. Even said please. And it wasn’t like she could actually get her on her knees and beg him. He did have her chained to the floor and ceiling, after all.

“What do you want me to say?” she asked hesitantly. “That I want you? That I need to feel you inside me? That I like what you do to me? How good you make me feel?”

Spike said nothing, just looked at his fingers and began counting one at a time until all the fingers on his right hand were spread out. “Hmm, that’s five more questions, pet. I do believe you jus’ failed my first lesson… again.”

First lesson? What was that one? She frowned, mentally backtracking until she recalled everything he’d told her thus far.

Oh. God. “I-I’m s-sorry.”

He arched an eyebrow. “For what?” he asked, reaching forward to place his hands on her upper thighs, his attention slowly lowering toward the juncture between them. “What are you sorry for, pet?”

“Lesson the firs’. Always tell me the truth,” he’d said. “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.”

“I didn’t tell you the truth,” she admitted finally. “I didn’t tell you what I wanted.”

He lifted his head again, his blue eyes glazed with lust and passion even as they spoke of tightly coiled strength and reprimand. “And what is the truth, kitten? What is it you want from me?”

“I want…” she stopped, drawing in a rush of air and blurted out, “I want you to make me beg, Spike. I want you to punish me and show me what is I’ve done wrong. I want you to… make me fly.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, his hands falling back to his sides as he carefully asked, “Are you sure ‘bout this, love? Are you sure you’re ready to give that control to me? That you’re ready for the places, the depths, that I can take you?”

“Y-yes. I-I’m sure. Take me, Spike. Take me there.”

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