Awaken to Danger by OKDeanna

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Chapter 8

Author's Notes: Thank you to Sotia for the partial read through, encouragement and support and the advice. Also, thank you to Dusty273 for being there for me, holding my hand through the writing of this story and all its chapters. Got a long way to go and I'm not sure I could get there without your wonderful friendship and support, not to mention the beta! You rock! Also, thank you to all the wonderful readers who have left feedback on the last three chapters.

Spike blinked then blinked again. “Want to run that by me again? Don’ think I heard you right, love.”

“You heard me,” she murmured, stepping forward, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I want you to wear it, Spike. I want you to wear it for me. I… want to tease you like you teased me.”

Tease him? Kill him more like it. “Not sure you’re ready for that kind of play, pet. Could be a mite more ‘n you can handle.” He knew it’d probably be more than he could handle.

The flush of excitement on her face fell at his words, her arms instantly falling back to her sides as a quivering pout found its way to her lips. “You don’t think I can do it, do you? You don’t think I can… dominate you.”

No, he didn’t. No one else ever had. “Look, kitten, it’s not about… dominatin’ me or me dominatin’ you, for that matter. It’s about takin’ control of your own needs while deepenin’ someone else’s passion, denyin’ them the release their body craves. You have to be pretty comfortable with yourself, with your own bloody skin, to do somethin’ like you’re suggestin’, love. ‘M not sure you’re there yet.”

“And if I was? Would you let me do it to you then?”

No. “Yes.”

“Liar.”

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around her waist as she turned away from him, her eyelids rapidly blinking away the moisture pooling at the corners of her eyes. “You really don’t think I can do this. You really don’t think I can pleasure you that way.”

Wasn’t about being able to pleasure him. Why couldn’t she understand that? She couldn’t bloody pleasure herself if she was so sodding nervous of what she was doing… and while her shyness might prove a turn on for him, he highly doubted it’d be one for her.

And why the bleeding fuck did he care about that anyway? Wasn’t like he wouldn’t get off on what she was suggesting they do. He would. No doubts about that at all.

“Pet, we started this… thing we have here by your agreein’ to do what I said, what I asked of you, no questions or hesitations. Sure, we kind of deviated from that a bit last night, but…’s still the same rules, love. I’m the bloke in charge and—”

Buffy whirled around, anger flashing in her watery eyes. “Oh no, you don’t, Spike. You agreed to let me tie you up. That was how you got me to agree to stay the weekend with you. If you changed your mind about that then… there is really no sense in my being here any longer, is there?”

Hurt mingled with the fury in her eyes and before Spike could say anything to stop her, she let go of her towel and stalked to the other side of the room, angrily lifting her dress up from the floor. “I’m not sure of the address here so if you wouldn’t mind, I’d appreciate your calling a cab for me. Given the circumstances, I’d rather not have you driving me back to the dorms.”

Christ, he’d really buggered that up, hadn’t he? “Buffy, pet… come on now. Let’s jus’… calm down and talk about this, yeah? You don’ really want to leave me. We both know it.”

“No, William, we don’t both know it.”

She yanked her dress over her head and glanced around for her shoes, frowning when she realized they were on the floor next to his feet. He smirked and reached to pick them up, hooking a finger into both straps as he waited for her to come to him again. Didn’t take long, and the second she got close enough to reach for her heels, he snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her roughly against him.

“Let me go!” she ordered, glaring at him, her eyes cold and defiant and turning him on a hell of a lot more than they bleeding should. “I don’t want you touching me!”

His smirk widened. “Now, pet, that’s not what you were sayin’ to me last night. Could’ve sworn it was your voice I heard, screamin’ at the rafters, beggin’ me to touch you, rub you, lick you inside out.”

She blushed at his words, but none of her anger left her eyes. “You are not going to change my mind about leaving, Spike. I’m going home and you can’t stop me.”

He could. He really, really could. But maybe… he shouldn’t. Maybe he had it right when he told her he only wanted one night. Maybe… asking for the weekend had been a mistake. Maybe bringing her here, to his house, had been a mistake.

Definitely hadn’t gone the way it was supposed to go. The floor sex, his giving up control to her, letting her ride him to orgasm… that wasn’t something he should’ve done. It complicated things, made her think… she got a say in all this, the sex, the obedience. Aside from giving him that first green light, she had no say in how things went between them. At least, she wasn’t supposed to…

“You’re right, pet. I can’t stop you from leaving and… if you really want to go, exit door’s behind me.”

Surprise flittered across her face, momentarily overshadowing the fury and defiance in her gaze. “W-what? You’re just going to… let me go? Just… like that?”

“’Course I am. Nothin’ else I can do, is there? You want to go, you can go. ‘M not gonna stop you. Won’ ever stop you if you wanna end this.” He shook his head, releasing her, and ran a hand over the back of his neck, looking around her toward his closet, knowing he should get dressed but unwilling to leave her side for fear she really would leave him. He slid a glance back at her. “What’s it gonna be, Buffy? You runnin’ like a li’l girl or stayin’ to hash this out?”

She jerked her shoes from his fingers, her shoulder hitting his bicep as she stepped around him, going toward the door. “I’m not running, Spike. I’m leaving. There is a difference.”

Not when the reason for the leaving was one and the same. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled quietly, moving forward and laying both palms on the door frame of his closet, his gaze lowering to look at his feet as the rush of his own blood pounded in his ears. “I should’ve thought this through some more. Wasn’ ready to bring you here. Thought I was, but… I wasn’.”

He turned to look at her over his shoulder, glad to see that even if her hand was still fisted over the door knob, she hadn’t opened it and walked through just yet. “Don’ go, Buffy. Don’ go.”

A shudder ran through her small frame and Spike smiled inwardly, knowing his soft plea got to her, knowing she wouldn’t leave, not now, not… yet.


* * *


Just go, Buffy. Just open the door and walk away. Now. Right now. Before he manages to…

His hand closed over hers, his warmth invading her skin, startling her.

When had he moved? Why hadn’t she heard him? Felt him, standing there, behind her?

“’M sorry, love. I was wrong. I’m a bad, rude man for makin' you cry. Shouldn’ ‘ve said what I said to you. Not the way it was said, at leas’.”

She sighed, lowering her forehead to touch the door, forcing herself not to react to the hot breath floating over the back of her neck. “Why not? You meant it, didn’t you? You really don’t think I can handle taking what I want from you.”

“No, I don’. Not yet.”

She lifted her head, turning in his arms, meeting his gaze with a determination she wasn’t entirely sure she felt inside. “Then teach me, Spike. Teach me what I need to know. Teach me how to take what I want. Teach me how to control our passion.”

This time, he was the one to sigh. “’M now that kind of teacher, pet. Always been the one in charge, never been the one to give it up before, the control. Not sure I can do it, even if I did want to.”

“Will you try, Spike? Will you please try? For me? I need to do this. I want to do this. Please, please help me. Help me take what I want. Help me learn to find my own pleasure.”

Spike gave her a wry smile. “Not sure you can learn all you need to know in jus’ a weekend, pet. Takes confidence to go after what you want. You have to know yourself, know your needs, your desires, what turns you on, what doesn’, and you have to be willin’ to share it, to seek it out, to say what you want. Not jus’ say it, demand it.”

“I can… do that. I can be as dirty and naughty and… blunt as you can.”

He chuckled, causing her frown to deepen. “Pet, no one can be as blunt as I can. It’s a… gift. Taken more ‘n a few soddin’ years to develop it, too.”

“Well, I don’t need years. I have you and… you’re all I need, right? You’ll help me do this. You’ll help me… take what I want?”

He sighed again. “Why me, love? Why do you want to learn this with me?”

“You’re here and I… I trust you, Spike. I trust you to help me, to teach me how to do it right.”

He lifted a palm away from the panel of the door, gently touching her cheek with it. “Won’ be an easy thing to learn, love. If you want me to do this right, gonna have to break you firs’. Can’ learn authority without learnin’ its opposite, pet. Won’ really learn it then.”

Break her? What did he mean break her? “How far… do we have to go, Spike? What will you have to do in order to ‘break me’?”

“Gonna have to teach you submission, pet. Not jus’ givin’ up control of your body this time, or openin’ yourself up to desire, but… openin’ your mind, too, kitten. Gonna have to surrender to me completely. Be mine, completely.

“Can you do that, love?” he questioned softly. “Can you give your all to me?”

Could she? Could she really let him have that much control over her? That much command over her body, her… mental faculties? “Y-yes, I… I can. I will. If this is what I have to do then, I’ll do it. I’ll give you everything I have, everything I am.

“I’ll let you strip me bare, leave me raw, but… afterward, after it’s over, I want your word that you’ll give me a shot to prove you wrong. That you’ll surrender yourself to me. That you’ll let me show you what I learned, what you taught me.”

He drew in a breath, held it, and released it slowly. “Okay, kitten, I give you my word. You surrender completely and I’ll… I’ll do the same, for you.”

She nodded, intuitively knowing it cost him to agree, and reached up, laying her hand against the one lightly resting on her cheek. “Thank you, Spike. Thank you for giving me a chance.”

“Don’ thank me yet, love. Complete submission… it isn’ goin’ to be as easy for you as you think.”

She knew that, or at least expected it. But… it would be worth it in the end, wouldn’t it? To know that she owned him as clearly as he owned her, even if both were only temporary?


* * *


Spike reached into his closet and pulled out a royal blue dress shirt, absently handing it to the woman behind him. “Take off that dress and put this on. Roll the sleeves up a third of the way. Leave the top three buttons undone. Want to see a valley of flesh between the lapels.” When she didn’t answer him, he looked at her sharply. “Do you understand me, Buffy?”

“Yes, Spike. I understand.”

Nervous fingers reached for the hem of her dress, slowly inching it upward, revealing her body to his gaze. Spike frowned, reaching out to stall her movements. “Not slow, pet. I gave you an order. If I didn’ ask you to go slow, I expect you to do it quickly.” He removed her hand from the hemline, rolling the black material back down her legs as he said, “Step back and start over, and address me as Sir, Buffy, not Spike.”

She nodded, not speaking as she reached for the dress again. He shook his head, stalling her hand a second time. “Buffy, unless I specifically tell you not to speak to me, I expect you to address me when I tell you somethin’. Is that clear enough? Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“Good,” he said, turning back to his closet. “I expect you to be finished by the time I turn around again. Won’ do to have you laggin’ behind all the time.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He smiled, reaching for a pair of black slacks and fingered the cotton material once before pulling it from the hanger and folding it across his arm. “’Yes, Sir’, what?” he challenged, turning around again, pleased to see she was indeed finished dressing, just barely, but she was done. “And there better be more than one Sir when you talk to me, pet.”

“I won’t lag behind, Sir. I’ll be good, Sir. I promise, Sir.”

Of course she would. She wanted something from him now, and before he gave it to her, she’d have to work damn hard to prove she wanted him more than he wanted her like this. “Put your hands behind your back and kneel. Don’ look at me unless I tell you, too. We clear, pet?”

“Yes, Sir. We’re clear. I won’t look at you, Sir.” She got on her knees, hands behind her back, head bent, eyes focused on the carpet beneath his bare feet. “I’ll be good, Sir. I promise.”

Cor! What a sight she made! And her tone, that soft, subservient, ready to please him tone. She really did want this, didn’t she? “’F course you will be, pet. If you’re not, I’d have to punish you then, wouldn’ I? Do you want me to have to punish you, Buffy? Do you want to have to apologize to me for disobeyin’ my orders?”

“No, Sir. I don’t want to make you have to punish me. I want to please you, Sir. I want to be good for you, Sir. I won’t disobey you. I promise. I’ll be good, Sir. I’ll be so good.”

That remained to be seen now, didn’t it? He shook his head again, turning back to his closet to find a shirt to wear. “I catch you lookin’ up while my back’s turned and I will punish you, Buffy.”

“I won’t look, Sir. I promise. I’ll be good for you, Sir.”

He bit back a smile as he snatched a black t-shirt off a shelf to his left, tossing it over the arm holding his pants. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we, pet?”

Spike slid the doors to his closet shut and twisted to face her, gazing down at where she still kneeled on the floor before him. “Stand up,” he ordered sternly, shoving his clothes into her arms the second she straightened to full height. “Want you to dress me, nice and slow. Make it good for me and maybe, maybe I’ll give you a li’l reward before we go downstairs to eat.”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll make it good for you. I’ll make it so good for you, Sir.”

He folded his arms across his chest, bracing his legs apart, watching as she neatly placed his shirt on the bed behind her, both hands trembling as she shook out his pants and approached him. “Stop right there,” he demanded, frowning, dropping his arms and placing his hands on his hips. “Stand up straight and look me in the eye, Buffy.”

When she did, he wasted no time in admonishing her. “You are not to approach me with anything other than complete confidence in yourself, Buffy. If you cannot manage that, you need to tell me before you attempt to move toward me. You will ask my permission to proceed. Are we clear, pet?”

“Yes, Sir. We’re clear. I understand, Sir.”

“Good,” he said, lowering his arms to his sides, his gaze still locked on her face. “Now come to me, Buffy. Come to me with that confidence I know you have inside.”

She approached him, hazel eyes never wavering, and he smiled, pleased with the rising self-esteem she now displayed for him. Wasn’t where it should be, of course. But it would be soon. Very soon.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll do better. I won’t be nervous again, Sir.”

“Damn right you won’, kitten. Won’ have my girl thinkin’ she can’ do somethin’ for me.” He waited until she bent her knees before gripping her bicep and forcing her back up to meet his eyes. “Do not bend your knees, pet. When you dress me, you are to bend at the waist only, puttin’ that pert li’l ass on display in the bureau mirror behind you.”

She turned her head to see what he spoke of; his hand tightened on her arm, earning him a small whimper from her lips. “You don’ look unless I say you can, pet. And fold that shirt tail up onto your back, spread your legs when you bend over, I want to see that hot, li’l pussy of yours, too.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to mess up.”

He watched her do as he ordered, waited until she fully bent before telling her the rest. “When you bend over for me, Buffy, I expect you to put that spirited mouth of yours to good use as well.” She looked up sharply, defiance shining in her gaze. “Don’ look at me like that unless you’re prepared for the consequences, li’l girl. I deserve your respect and I expect you to give it to me, at all times. Are we clear on that, pet?”

“Yes, Sir. We’re clear on that, Sir. I will respect you.”

“Will, Buffy? Meanin’ you don’ respect me already?”

“No, I—”

Spike didn’t give her a chance to finish the sentence. Instead, he yanked her onto her feet by her hair, putting his face right at hers. “You will address me as, Sir, Buffy. That is a sign of respect and you will use it as such.”

He released her as quickly as he grabbed her, shoving her away from him, not hard enough to cause her to stumble but with enough force to put her back a step or two. “I thought you understood the rules here, pet. Are you even listenin’ to me when I tell you what I want you to do? Or are you enjoyin’ bein’ disobedient to me? Are you wantin’ to be punished again, Buffy? Is that it? Do you want to feel my flogger burnin’ your li’l arse up again?”

“N-no, Sir. I d-don’t want the flogger, Sir. I want to be g-good for you, Sir.”

Spike crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes on her. “You’re gonna have to prove it to me, Buffy. No more bloody hesitations or soddin’ stammerin’. I gave you an order, I expect you to follow it. Now, kneel and convince me why I should you let you dress me today.”

He watched her swallow, hard, fighting back tears of frustration, but she didn’t give into them. She did exactly as he asked her to, she knelt in front of him, her slender body hunched in submission even as her eyes remained locked on his face.

He sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. “When you kneel at my feet, Buffy, you do not get to look at me unless I tell you to. Lower your head and beg my forgiveness. Beg me not to punish you for bein’ disobedient, for disrespectin’ me again.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to disrespect you. Please forgive me, Sir. Please forgive me for not listening to you as I should have.” She bit her lip, obviously struggling to stay within the parameter he’d set. “Permission to look at you now, Sir?”

Did she really think it would be that easy? “Permission denied.”

She frowned, her head tilting just a tad bit lower than before. “Permission to touch you, Sir?”

“Permission denied.” He stepped forward, reaching for the pants in her hands. “You haven’ convinced me to let you dress me yet, pet, and you can’ touch me until you’ve convinced me you deserve to feel my skin beneath your hands.”

Her frown deepened, her lower lip wobbling slightly. “But I want to touch you, Sir. I want to please you, and make you feel good. I want to take you in my mouth and feel your come on my tongue, Sir. I want to--”

“You think I’m bein’ unfair to you, Buffy?” he asked, cutting her off. “You think I’m bein’ too strict on you, do you?”

For a second, she froze, her whole body still as she whispered, “No, Sir. I don’t think you’re being unfair to me at all, Sir. I think you’re doing what you need to in order to teach me what I don’t know.”

“And do you think my teachin’ you means I should let you get away with disobeyin’ and disrespectin’ me, Buffy? Do you think I should jus’ let you touch me because you want to? Because you want to wrap those bad girl lips around my cock and suck me dry?”

“N-no, Sir. I-I don’t think that, Sir.”

He took another step forward, knotting his hand in her hair again, letting his pants fall to the floor at his feet as he ordered, “Get up, Buffy. Look me in the eye and tell me the reason I should let you dress me. Tell me why I should let you put these naughty li’l lips anywhere near my cock.”

She scrambled onto her feet, her reproachful gaze flying to his. “Because you want me to, Sir. Because you want me to show you how sorry I am for disobeying you. Because you want me to be a good girl and learn how to please you, Sir.”

“And you presume to know what I want why, Buffy? Did I tell you I wanted your lips ‘round my cock? Did I tell you I wanted you to suck me off as punishment for disobeyin’ me?”

She shook her head, wincing when his hand didn’t dislodge from it. “N-no, Sir. I don’t presume to think that, Sir.”

“But I asked you to tell me why I should let you put those lips on me and you told me it was because I wanted you, too. Was that a lie, pet? Are you lyin’ to me now?”

Her eyes widened. “N-no, Sir. I’m not lying to you, Sir. I wouldn’t do that, Sir. I thought—I thought you wanted me to put my lips on you, Sir.”

“You thought? You thought?” He released her hair and stepped back, pacing the carpet in front of her, his eyes darting to the trembling legs peeking out beneath his shirt tail. “You don’ soddin’ think in here, pet. Not with me. You do what I tell you and you don’ assume to know what I want or what I want for you. Is that understood, Buffy?”

She nodded. “Y-yes, Sir. It’s understood, Sir. I’m s-sorry, Sir. I won’t assume to know what you want again, Sir. I promise, Sir. I’ll be good. I’ll be really good, Sir.”

“Good enough to ignore my order not to stammer again?” he asked, stopping and arching an eyebrow in her direction. “So far, pet, you’ve disobeyed my instructions more than you’ve minded ‘em. What do you think I should do about that?”

Her gaze never left his as she breathed out, “I think you should punish me, Sir. I upset you by not following your orders and I deserve whatever punishment you give to me, Sir.”

“Yes, Buffy, you do, and you’ll get it, too. Whenever I see fit to give it. Now,” he stated calmly. “I want you to bend over and pick my pants up off the floor, very slowly, and then I want you to dress me in them. Then we’re goin’ downstairs and Buffy, I expect you to mind me there, understood?”

She nodded her acceptance, bending forward as he’d told her, his shirt tail folded atop her back, legs spread wide, her wet lips closing over his cock as she leisurely picked his pants up off the floor, sliding her hands up his calf, coaxing him to lift his foot and place it into the leg she held out for him.

His hand fisted in her hair again, tugging her closer to him as she slid her tongue along his skin, her soft moan reverberating around his hardened penis. “That’s a good girl, Buffy. Suck my cock, show me you’re sorry, milk me until I come on your nasty, li’l tongue.”

He watched her in the mirror, the part of her legs just wide enough to let him see the moisture clinging to her opening. He groaned as she took more of him into her mouth, relaxing her throat muscles until he slid all the way inside, and then he lifted his free hand, caressing, kneading her arse.

Her body jerked against him as his nails dug into her buttocks; her hands nearly falling from where they still tried to pull his pants up his legs. His hand tightened in her hair, his admonishment loud in the semi-silence of the room. “You will not remove that mouth until I’ve come, pet. Do you hear me? You will suck me until you feel my juices runnin’ down your throat.”

She squirmed once, obviously in need of a bit of friction herself, but a slight tightening of his hand in her hair quieted the wriggling movements of her body. She moaned again, hollowing her cheeks as she took him in further, swallowing around him, again and again, forcing incoherent words from his lips as she took everything he had… and then swallowing down the rest of him shortly after.

Buffy pulled back as he relaxed his grip on her, a satisfied smile on her mouth as her tongue licked his juice from the corner of her lips. His pants were around his hips now, and she gently eased his spent cock inside, zipping him up and securing the top button of the trousers with a soft, little kiss along the open seam.

“Did I please you, Sir? Did I make you feel good?”

Bleeding hell. Sodding bint knew he felt good. Why bloody question him about it? “Don’ think that li’l show’s gonna get you out of your punishment, Buffy. It won’. You’ve been a bad girl today, and ‘m gonna have to teach you the consequences for that.”

She shook her head, her face growing serious. “I understand. I know I need to be punished, Sir.”

“Course you do. Now get my shirt. I’m ready to go eat somethin’. ‘M bloody starvin’ up here, I am.”

A/N: Okay, I have to say this is my first foray into writing a bdsm scene. I hope I did it justice as there will be more to come in the future. I do not expect them to go truly hardcore, but then that will really depend on Spike and Buffy and the level of comfort they feel with one another. As always, I'm anxious to hear your thoughts.

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