Awaken to Danger by OKDeanna

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Chapter 6

Author's Notes: This chapter is dedicated to my awesome, wonderful friend and beta, Dusty! You so rock! This story would not be what it is without your encouragement and support! Happy Birthday!

To say Buffy was shocked would be an understatement, a vast understatement at that. But to deny that a part of her wasn’t secretly thrilled with the idea of touring such a beautiful mansion would be wrong, and the very idea that the mansion in question belonged to Spike… well, that was certainly not something she expected to learn tonight.

“It’s gorgeous,” she admitted softly, staring up at him, wanting him to tell her more. “How long have you… lived here?”

He cocked his head sideways, brow furrowing slightly. “Why? You plannin’ on tryin’ to buy it from me or somethin’?” he challenged, his tone amused. He reached out, fingering a strand of her hair before stepping forward, invading her personal space again. “No need to delve into more history right now, pet. Got plenty ‘f time for that later. Be a right borin’ bedtime story, I s’pect. So if you’re not too exhausted after all the pleasurin’ we’ll be doin’, I reckon I can tell you then.”

And the cockiness returns, she thought, disappointed that he put a halt to her questions so quickly even as her body began to swoon at his close proximity. “Spike… why did you bring me here?”

“Why do you think?” he countered, dropping his hand to her shoulder, his thumb gently stroking her bare skin. “Wanted to.” His movements stopped, his cerulean gaze darkening as it narrowed on her eyes, her nose, her lips. “Buffy… do you even have a clue what you do to me, pet? How hard it is to be near you and not want to take you where you stand?”

No, but she knew how hard it was for her to stand there and wait for him to take her where she stood. “Spike, I…” she paused, swallowing the nervous lump in her throat as she said, “You mentioned food.”

He smirked, his hand falling from her shoulder to her hip. “I did.”

“Well, are we— I want some, food that is.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean… yes. Yes, I want some food.”

His smirk widened to a grin as his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her in tight against him. “What kind of food are we talkin’ about here, love?”

“The kind that goes in my mouth,” she answered breathlessly without thinking, her gaze drawn to how his head slowly drew closer to hers, his smiling lips brushing hers once before he captured her mouth completely, and his tongue languidly thrust inside to massage her own.

Her hands clutched the material of his shirt as his palms dropped to her outer thighs, his muscled arms lifting her, forcing her to lock her legs around his waist for support. He yanked his head back, his lips wet from their kiss, his eyes nearly black with his lust as he murmured, “Don’ worry about gettin’ somethin’ to eat in that hot, li’l mouth of yours, kitten. I got jus’ the thing you need for it.”

If Buffy had any doubt of his meaning, the hard press of his jean-clad erection against her opening would have assuaged it. “And how do you know I’ll like what you have for me?” she dared, lifting her hips slightly before lowering them back down, enjoying the way his lips parted on a groan as she rubbed herself along his length. “Maybe I don’t want what you have. Ever think of that?”

His palms shifted to her buttocks, his fingers digging into the material of her dress hidden beneath his duster as he firmly pressed the heel of his hands against her ass, hard. “Oh, I think you’ll like what I have, love. More ‘n like it, in fact.”

“That so?”

“It is.” He stepped forward a bit, trapping her body between his and the mushroom colored, living room wall. “What do you say I give you a preview of it right now, hmm, pet?”

“P-preview? I don’t like previews. They’re always so… b-boring.”

He frowned down at her, one eyebrow arched in question. “Borin’? I’m borin’ you now?”

Buffy shrugged as nonchalantly as she could, and sighed. “What can I say? I like the real thing.”

“Oh, ‘m real, pet. I’m very, very real.”

Reaching down between them with one hand, Spike slowly snaked his fingers beneath the hem of her dress, moaning when he felt the wetness between her thighs. “Christ, kitten, playing with fire, you are. Gonna get burned. Gonna get… ” he paused, gasping as her inner muscles contracted around his finger “… ravished.”

“Spike… no games, please. Just… take me. Hard and fast. Make me… scream for you.”

He grinned, removing his hand from inside her and placing it over her mouth, forcing his finger past her lips, watching as her tongue darted around to taste herself on his skin. “Oh, I’ll make you scream, pet. I’ll make you scream from every bloody rafter in the place by the time ‘m done with you.”

“P-promises, promises.”

Spike smiled, moving his hands to her hips while his fingers carefully inched her dress up her thighs, revealing her small clean-shaven mound to his gaze. “Not a promise, love. Not a promise.” Using one hand and thigh to steady her against the wall, he used the other to unzip his jeans and shove them past his hips, releasing his cum-tipped cock. “Gonna ride you hard, pet. Give you what you asked for, what you need. But then… we’ll be doin’ things my way again, agreed?”

She gave him a shaky nod, lifting her hips the second he placed himself at her opening, sinking down with a moan of pure, radiant bliss. “God, you feel so good, Spike. So, so good, every time.”

He looked down at her, seeing the raw need stretched tight across her face, and turned them so that his back was to the wall. “Change ‘f plans, love. Want you in control this time, yeah? Wanna watch you take your pleasure, wanna watch you milk me, clench me until I spend inside your tight, li’l body.”

“I’m… in charge?” she asked, raising her hips up then slamming down, hard and fast, just as she wanted, just as they both needed. “You’ll… do what I say? Anything I… say?”

His fingers dug into her hips, following her as she continued to lift herself up, then slid down his shaft. “Anythin’ you want, love. Anythin’ you need.”

Her ankles tightened around his back and before he could protest, she’d kicked them away from the wall, somehow turning them in mid-air until he lay beneath her on the carpet, her hot little hands pressing against his chest, ripping his shirt open and sending the buttons flying about the room.

“I think I could get used to this,” she murmured, leaning in to kiss and lick her way up his exposed skin, all the while never stopping the movement of her hips. “Taking what I want from you. I think I like it.”

Yeah, he liked it, too. Probably a little too much. “’M yours, pet.” He groaned as her teeth scraped his left nipple, and hoarsely croaked out, “Keep doin’ things like that and I’ll be yours for bloody ever, love.”

“Really? Does that mean you’ll be my… sex slave?” With a hard press of her hands, she arched back up, giving her hips a little twist as she came down on his cock. “Mmm, I can tell you like this. I can feel you trying to hold back from me.” She leaned forward again, licking a path up his throat before closing in on his ear. “Don’t feel bad if you can’t keep up, Spike. I want to make you lose control.”

She laughed as his arms came up to grab her, but instead of forcing her to do as he wanted, he let her go to do as she liked, and what she liked was damn good so far. “Buffy, love… don’ make me come without you, pet. I wanna feel you firs’, kitten. I wanna feel those soft, li’l walls flutterin’ ‘round me.”

“No, I get what I want this time, Spike, and I want to make you lose control. I want to make you lose your mind. I want to make you beg for me.”

Bloody hell. “Pet, love, hate to disappoint, but I don’…” she reached between them and cupped his balls, squeezing gently as one finger found its way to the hidden pleasure point behind his scrotum; he jerked his hips up sharply, she twisted her hips on another down stroke, tightening some inner muscles he couldn’t remember feeling before, and then she leaned forward again, her small teeth sinking into his neck, forcing a loud roar from his throat as the orgasm he fought came rushing forth, “… beg.”

Buffy continued to ride him, her own orgasm only a few second’s delay behind his and by the time she collapsed atop his chest, spent and panting for breath, Spike was ready and willing to beg her for anything, just so long as he could convince her do that to him again.

Spike watched Buffy delicately pick at the soup, salad and sandwiches he’d made for them, eyeing the way her soft lips closed over the silver utensils with every bite. He hadn’t forgotten the conversation they’d had upon arriving inside the house and judging by the way her gaze shyly met his across the kitchen table, her delicate cheekbones flushing crimson before she looked away, he highly doubted she’d forgotten it, either.

By his estimation, they only had a couple more hours to sunrise, which meant if he didn’t find a way to convince her to stay past that, he’d be forced to let the rest of his fantasies of them go untouched. Not that he’d really let her go even if she did want to end things with him.

Oh, sure, he’d let her leave the house, even drive her back to the bloody dorms himself. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t do everything in his power, use every sexual technique in his arsenal to change her mind about him, about them. Because now that he’d had her, it would take a sodding apocalypse to make him forget about her again.

Dropping his spoon back to his own plate, he quickly pushed his dish to the side, content to just observe the woman before him. “You know, pet, that was some kind of stunt you pulled with me before. If I hadn’ enjoyed it so soddin’ much, I might’ve had to punish you for it.”

She glanced up at his words, her gaze shooting to his and the blush in her cheeks deepened as she shakily lowered her fork full of lettuce back to her plate. “I-I’m sorry, Spike. I don’t know… what came over me.”

He tilted his head, curling his tongue behind his teeth as he casually brought a hand to his zipper, tapping the thick cotton material in order to draw her attention where he wanted it to go. “Could it be that you jus’ wanted this so bloody much you forgot to hold yourself back from havin’ fun with me?”

Spike waited until her eyes dropped to his lap before he unzipped his jeans and released his cock again, idly running his finger along its length. “Admit it, kitten, you like feelin’ me inside you. You like stranglin’ me with those deceptive li’l walls and feelin’ my come slickin’ up your insides.”

He spread his legs a bit, making himself more comfortable in the chair, and wrapped a strong hand around his base, teasingly putting on a show of bringing his cock back to life. He moaned as Buffy licked her lips, and ran his thumb over the head of his penis when she scooted her chair back from the table and slowly got to her feet.

“You want me to do it, don’t you?” she asked, her voice coming out in a raspy whisper. “You want me to take you in my mouth, to make you come.”

He shrugged a shoulder, giving her time to decide on her own, and when she finally lowered herself to her knees in front of him, her trembling hands resting atop his upper thighs, he knew that she had. “Go ahead, pet. Touch me.”

Tentatively, she reached out a hand, slowly warming the spot his had vacated. “You’re so smooth here, smooth and hard and… needy.” She met his eyes then, her gaze holding a bit more courage than it had previously. “How badly do you want this, Spike? How badly do you want to feel my mouth on you?”

Bleedin’ vixen! What was she bloody up to? Hadn’t they already established her time in charge was over? Was she really going to challenge him some more? “Pet… don’ play games with me now,” he warned. “’M still in control. ‘S what we agreed to, innit?”

“Maybe I decided to change the rules,” she answered smugly, leaning forward to take him into her mouth without any bloody warning. She took him all the way in before sliding all the way up, her eyes never leaving his face. “Tell me a story, Spike. Tell me how much you want this from me, how much you need this from me.”

Spike growled at her, his hand lifting to knot his fingers in her hair. “Buffy… don’ do it. Don’ make me angry with you.” He pressed her forward, willing her to take him back into her mouth, and frowned when she didn’t. “Pet…”

“No, Spike, why should I do this for you? I could get by without it. And since I’m the one doing it for you, I think I’m entitled to some kind of… reward for it. An… incentive, if you will.”

She wanted a bloody incentive to give him a blowjob? He hadn’t given her enough of one already? His frown deepened, his hands loosening in her hair even as his hips lifted to meet her lips again. “What. Do. You. Bloody. Want. From. Me. Now?”

Buffy grinned, rising up until her lips brushed against his mouth. “I want you, Spike. I want you on a bed, tied to the headboard, ready and willing to let me have my way with you.”

He blinked, reaching for her shoulders and none too gently pushed her away from him. “You what?”

“You heard me. I want you to let me tie you up.”

He blinked again, shaking his head to clear it of the image her words wrought. “Never gonna happen, pet. I don’ give that kind of control away.” Spike let go of her shoulders and got to his feet, tucking himself back inside his pants as he made his way toward the door. “Sorry, love, looks like our night is gonna end a little earlier than planned.”

Buffy shot to her feet, her tiny hand closing over his bicep. “Spike, wait a second. I don’t… why are you being this way? I thought you… didn’t you enjoy it? What we did, in the living room? Didn’t you like my being in control like that?

“Doesn’t it turn you on to know you make me hot enough to want that, with you? Isn’t that what tonight has been about? Making me admit what I want? What I feel? What I need?”

Spike sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face as the truth of her words sank in. “Okay, pet, you win. I’ll let you tie me to the soddin’ bed… on one bloody condition.” He looked at her then, hardening his features to ensure she knew it was a point in which he wouldn’t argue with her. “You can tie me up if you agree to stay with me, if you agree to spend the whole weekend here in my house, in my bed, lettin’ us enjoy each other the way that we both want.”

Buffy knew she should say no. Told herself not to take the risk. Not to abandon what her head told her was simply too dangerous to continue. But the moment she looked into those piercing, steel blue eyes of his, she knew she couldn’t do it. She knew she couldn’t walk away. Not now, not… yet.

A flash of awe entered his eyes, no doubt a result of the silent surrender in hers, and then he was touching her, his hot hands framing her face, his hard, toned body pushing at hers, his firm, demanding lips pressing… slanting… moving across her own.

Her back hit the refrigerator, its cool, solid door an austere disparity to the woven heat inside her.

Buffy moaned; his tongue slipped past her lips, searching, seeking, enticing hers to play, to dance, to… mate. She struggled to free her hand from where he’d crushed it between their bodies, but he held her fast, the hot, coiled strength of his upper body preventing her from any type of purported escape.

She whimpered helplessly, her own body anxious to attain the friction it needed to find release… and still, he simply kissed her, her knees going weak with every slide of his mouth, every thrust of his tongue, every sinful, erotic brush of his erection against her belly.

Briefly, insanely, she wondered if he could taste himself on her lips, if it made him as hot as it made her, as desperate to be with her as she desired to be with him. But then Spike nipped her bottom lip, his teeth applying just enough pressure to bring a drop of blood to the surface and as he suckled gently on the kiss-bruised, broken skin, she couldn’t forestall the shuddering moan that escaped her mouth.

He was so good at drawing a response from her, so good at elevating her passion, her need, and just when she thought she knew what he would do, how he would react, he turned the tables on her, forcing her to silently acknowledge that she didn’t know anything at all. About him. About them. And most especially, about herself.

“I want you,” he breathed out, running his fingers across her jaw line and into the hair at her temples. “Want to be back inside you so bad, love. Need it. Crave it, I do.

“Will you let me, Buffy? Will you let me back inside you again? Will you let me make you fly one more time?”

But… he said she could tie him up! Did he lie? Did he just tell her that she could to convince her to stay with him? She pulled back, meeting his eyes and when she saw the absolute honesty in his gaze, she knew he hadn’t lied, he hadn’t lied about a thing.

“Bedroom,” she demanded softly, leaning forward to capture his lips again. “I want to… see your bedroom, your real bedroom, now.”

He smirked against her lips, eyes dancing with mischief as he dropped his hands to her thighs and lifted her off her feet, cradling her trembling body against his chest. “Don’ you worry ‘bout that, kitten. You’ll be seein’ a lot of my bedroom this weekend, and every other room in this monstrosity, twice.”

She chuckled at his boast then caught part of his chin with her lips, suckling and nipping at the taut skin, earning herself a pleasure-filled groan from the man carrying her up the stairs to the second floor.

“Gonna be the death of me, pet. Can feel it. Gonna drive me crazy with distraction and insane with need, you are.”

Her? No way. If anyone would be brought to their death, it’d be her. All those orgasms had already over sensitized her body, one more and she’d likely pass out from the extreme pleasure of her satiated womb. “You won’t be the only one,” she murmured, moving her lips to his ear. “But it’ll be worth it, William. It’ll be worth it.”

His feet faltered on the landing, his head jerking back as his widened eyes met hers. “You called me William.”

“I did.”

“Why?”

She shrugged. “I like it. It’s pretty.”

“Pretty? ‘M a man, pet. Got a man’s name. William is not pretty.”

“Sure he is,” she countered with a smile. “William is very pretty…” pause, kiss on the ear, “…and sexy,” another pause, kiss on the cheek, “… and hot,” kiss, suckle on the throat, “…and tonight, this weekend, he’s all mine.”

He smirked again. “’M yours am I, love?” He shook his head, delight and confidence shining in his eyes. “I can live with that, I s’pose. But only because you’ll be mine, too.”

“Just for the weekend,” she clarified quickly, unwilling to admit to feeling anything other than the lust he brought out in her. “After that… we belong to ourselves again, just… ourselves.”

He nodded, his grip tightening on her back and legs as he slowly kicked open the door to his bedroom and stepped inside. “Can talk about that later, pet. Right now… got us a bit of pleasurin’ to do, yeah?”

He dropped her in the middle of a king-sized four-poster bed, the smooth satin beneath her buttocks feeling entirely too soft against her bare skin—and how the hell had he managed to get her dress up to her waist without her realizing it?

“Save the secret learnin’ for later,” he ordered smiling, his fists drilling into the mattress as he climbed onto the bed and stalked her every movement as she scooted up closer toward the red satin pillows behind her. “Got business to attend to now, Miss Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth. He called her Elizabeth.

Buffy matched his smile, silently pleased by his use of her given name, and held out her arms as she teased, “Yes, Master William. We do have a bit of business to take care of tonight. I have to be punished for disobeying you.”

“No,” he rasped, reaching up to touch her cheek with his palm. “No punishin’ this time, love. Gonna take my time and savor you good and proper now. Can get to the owed punishin’ tomorrow, when we’re both a bit more prepared for it.”

She blinked at the seriousness of his gaze and asked, “Are you sure? I was very bad tonight.”

“You were also very good t’night,” he shot back, dropping his head to kiss the outside of her jaw as his fingers found purchase at her hips, slowly sliding beneath the material of her dress, bunching it up further and further until he could easily slip it over her head and toss it to the floor beside his bed. “Deserve a reward for sayin’ yes to me, love. Gonna give it to you good, I am. So good, and then we’ll catch some kip, recharge our batteries for tomorrow.

“And trus’ me, love, you’re gonna need the recharge. We both will.”

Of that, she had no doubt at all. “Yes, Master William,” she answered in a whisper, running her fingers up the length of his back, her fingers nails digging into his flesh as he lightly bit the skin of her throat. “Whatever you say, Master William, sir.”

“Christ, Buffy, don’ start that game,” he warned, his head drawing back as his blue eyes instantly locked on her gaze. “We’ll ne’er get to sleep t’night if you do.”

Sleep was highly overrated anyway, and who in their right mind would want to sleep when they had this gorgeous man so intent on satisfying them? “Tomorrow then,” she whispered, her body involuntarily arching into his touch. “We’ll play more tomorrow.”

“Yes, kitten, we’ll play more tomorrow. Be time for lots of grown up games tomorrow. More ‘n you’re expectin’, that’s for sure.”

“Promises, promises.”

He smiled as he rose up into a sitting position, silently reaching for the shoes at her feet, unbuckling first one and then the other, throwing them both somewhere behind him, out of her line of sight. “Pet… ‘s not a promise. ‘S a bloody fact. Gonna teach you the ways of the bad this weekend. Be so addicted to me, to the sin, you’ll be cravin’ us both in your dreams.”

“Just like you’ll be craving me.”

“I already crave you, kitten,” he said reaching to untie his boots and hurling them to the ground to join her heels. “‘S why you’re here, after all.” His hands moved to the waist of his jeans, still unzipped from her earlier ministrations, and he quickly shoved them down his hips, kicking them away with more force than was actually necessary.

He looked at her then, his crystalline eyes nearly black with lust as he towered above her again, propping himself up with his fists on either side of her head as he expertly kneed her thighs apart, unerringly settling himself in perfect position at her opening. “No more talkin’, yeah? Wanna enjoy the feelin’s now, the dance.” He cocked his head, his tongue curling behind his teeth. “You ready to dance with me again, love? Ready to show me all those delicious li’l moves you’ve kept hidden in the past?”

She nodded, reaching for him and then he was inside her, joint moans of ecstasy overshadowing the need for any actual speech.

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