Erotica/ Blindfold/Slavery Prompts - 8, 16 & 11

Spike's eyelids fluttered open and his first sight was that of a giggling blonde who appeared to be very pleased with herself. He couldn't believe it; the cheeky little wench had actually given him such a mind-blowing orgasm that he'd blacked out. That never happened to him. Oh, he'd dealt a few out in his time, but Dru hadn't ever bothered to return the favour.

‘Do not think of that strumpet in connection with our Miss Buffy in any way, Beast. In fact, do not think of her at all. Our delicate flower should not be sullied with the taint of that murderous she-devil.'

‘Where you even here, you ponce? Our bloody delicate flower just shoved her finger right up our...'

"Spike? Are you okay?" Buffy asked with concern when she saw him wince in pain.

Ruefully nodding his head, the vampire grinned boyishly before pouncing on the startled slayer. "William's being an annoying little prat," Spike offered with a shrug. "Now, kitten, wanna tell me where you picked up that little trick?"

Buffy grinned shyly then giggled to hide her embarrassment. Before she could answer him they both heard the opening of the door to the upstairs crypt.

"Buffy? Spike? Are you here?" Giles called out hesitantly.

The two super beings shared a surprised look before Buffy let her watcher know that they'd be right there as she reached for her clothes. Spike pouted unhappily but followed her example anyway.

"I am so terribly sorry to disturb you, but I have news," Giles offered in embarrassment as he removed his glasses for a thorough cleaning. He was quite sure that his slayer didn't realise that her top was on inside out. He was equally sure that the smirking vampire did.

"What news?" Buffy demanded. She knew damn well that he wouldn't be disturbing them for any trivial matter.

Giles gave the pair a considering glance before responding. "It appears Angel is under the impression that if he has the soul anchored, you, Buffy, would be willing to re-establish a relationship with him."

Spike froze in place, his entire body on high alert.

Buffy snorted indelicately. "Yeah! Like that's gonna happen," she muttered in disgust, completely oblivious to the upset vampire beside her. "But, you know, Angel with the not-so-shaky soul is of the good, right?"

Giles almost laughed at the exaggerated sigh of relief that came from the master vampire. Before he had a chance to agree with his charge though, she had spun on her companion.

"Tell me you did not just think that I would go back to him," Buffy demanded indignantly.

Spike took one look at his brassed off little honey and happily let William take control. "I'm insecure, luv. He always gets the girl," he offered sadly.

Buffy grabbed him by his tee-shirt and dragged him closer until they stood almost nose to nose. "Not. This. Time. Not. This. Girl."

Giles cleared his throat and looked decidedly uncomfortable when Buffy's passionate kiss of possession encouraged both her and her vampire to forget that they were not alone. He was pleased to note the obvious closeness of the pair and relieved that his concerns in relation to Spike's acceptance of the situation seemed to be unfounded. They really were a striking couple.

As the duo parted with obvious reluctance, the watcher's Ripper side chortled gleefully at what he was about to do. With all the times that the youngsters had managed to embarrass him, he was looking forward to a little payback. Reaching to the book he had laid down on the sarcophagus, he kept his features bland as he handed the tome to Buffy.

"What's this?" Buffy asked as she glanced at the cover of the ancient text.

"It is the ‘Lamia Diligo', dear." His eyes twinkled mischievously. "I believe that your dream mentioned something about trust, Buffy. This book will help you with that."

Giles watched as his charge opened the book and started flicking through the pages. He shared a grin with Spike then watched as Buffy's face flamed a startling shade of red when her mind registered the graphic pictures. There were times that he truly loved being a watcher.

With a spring in his step, Giles headed back towards the door. "Best get on with it, you two," he nonchalantly remarked over his shoulder. "Angel will be back approximately two hours after sunset on Tuesday. And please remember you agreed to allow both Xander and myself to be there when he was informed."

"You know, I don't know whether I should be chuffed that I finally get to look at that book, or brassed that your watcher thinks I need it," Spike mused.

"My watcher just gave me a book on vampire sex," Buffy stated flatly.

"Was there, pet."

"You don't understand. My watcher-the man I think of as a father figure- just gave me a book about sex and basically told me to use it," she whispered in shock.

"So what are you gonna do about it?" Spike asked curiously.

Buffy's head shot up and she looked at the other blond as if he were insane. Snapping the book shut she turned away from him and headed in the direction of the trap door. With out even looking at the intrigued vampire, she started to make her way back downstairs. "I'm gonna be a good little slayer and follow my watcher's advice."

Spike stood still as her words sank in and then took off after her in a burst of vampiric speed.

"Oy! You're gonna bloody well need me, then."

"Oooh! Can we try that one?"

~*~*~

"You sure about this, kitten?"

"I told you, Spike; my slayer side trusts you. But before we mate, we really do need to make sure my Buffy side is all on board with the trustage, too. I don't ever want to hurt you."

"Okay, pet. We'll do it your way." Spike smiled gently at her and reached for the black silk scarf that had been carefully placed on the chest of drawers by his bed. Folding the slippery material with deft experience, the blond vampire hesitated only slightly before stepping behind Buffy to tie the blindfold securely. His emotions swirled in a heady mixture of anticipation and trepidation. The demon revelled in the idea of showing his intended the pleasures of soft bondage while William feared it was too much, too soon for the inexperienced girl.

Buffy shivered slightly with nervous expectancy, eager yet slightly intimidated by the prospect of the unknown. Her heart rate picked up and the total lack of visibility allowed the faint staccato beat to echo in her ears. Cheating, she let out her senses and felt comforted by Spike's tell-tale signature.

Spike walked around her, taking in the sounds and scents as his eyes feasted on the vision before him. Completely naked, she stood before him in innocent abandon. A pocket sized Venus that housed the strength of Hercules. Her golden tresses appeared sun kissed under the influence of the flickering candlelight. With reverence, he lifted a finger, gently tracing circles around her breasts. "You are so beautiful," he told her, speaking barely above a whisper. "You make my heart want to beat again." Leaning in, he softly brushed her lips with his.

With gentle insistence he guided her backwards to the bed. Acting as her eyes, he helped her position herself comfortably before encouraging her to lift her arms and hold onto the bed head. "Stay just like that, kitten" he said as he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, allowing his order to sound more like a suggestion.

Buffy felt him move away and heard the sound of something being opened, some obvious rummaging, and then the soft snap of closure. A drawer? A door? Silence followed, and the inexperienced girl felt her heart rate accelerate again. A tingling on her skin as the hairs on her body stood alerted her to the fact that she was being watched. She arched her body wantonly in response and felt her juices flow with Spike's devilish chuckle.

Buffy jumped involuntarily as she felt the icy cold touch of an ice cube ghost across her collarbone. Spike had managed to surprise her. She hadn't even felt him slip back onto the bed. Slowly, gently, she felt him move the shard of ice up one side of her collarbone and then the other. Leaning her head back, the Slayer gave him access to her neck, exposing her entire throat to him. Moving the cube up and over her jaw to her lips, Spike silently invited Buffy to suck on the frozen water.

After the first shard had melted away in her mouth, Spike produced another one. This time he began at Buffy's breasts, circling the ice around in a spiral ending at her hard nipple, one breast and then the other. Once that sliver had melted away, he used a third, first rubbing it across her stomach, then down between her legs to her slit, avoiding the distended nubbin that begged so desperatly for his attention, instead concentrating on the line of her heated folds. Each sweep of the melting ice inched closer to either a pulsing bundle of nerves or a tightly puckered hole. As the ice melted slowly, smaller and smaller, the fingers that held it continued the sensually tortuous path.

Buffy's breath became laboured as her passion flared.

As his icy fingers dagged the clear shard closer to her anus, his head moved closer to her needy nubbin.

Buffy's senses overloaded completely when his lips encased her engorged clit and he sucked strongly as his fingers slipped the last vestiges of the ice cube past the tight ring of muscle at her rear. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through her whole body as she slipped over the edge and into the darkness.

When Buffy came back to herself moments later, she took one look at the self-satisfied smirk on Spikes face, narrowed her eyes dangerously, and determinedly reached for the book.

‘Oh, it's on now, buster!'

~*~*~

Buffy focused her calculating gaze on the submissively lowered head of her kneeling vampire. Inwardly, she danced an excited little jig as an idea blossomed within.

"You will address me as ‘my lady', follow my every command, and you will do it with a smile on your face, buster, or there will be no smoochies for you," Buffy announced regally, then somewhat spoiled the effect with her giggle.

Spike inwardly chuckled but carefully kept his head bowed in submission. His sweet little slayer was playing with the big boys, and given her inexperience he figured keeping the smile on his face wouldn't be all that difficult. "Yes, m'lady," he readily agreed.

He wondered what she was up to when she moved away from him and started rustling about, but figured she was too enthused by the game to keep him waiting for too long. Anticipation allowed his mind to wander to all the pleasurable possibilities, hardening his already swollen cock further.

Buffy's giggle brought his mind back to present with a snap and he chanced a quick glance in her direction. His surprise was evident on his face when he noticed that she was now fully dressed. He frowned in consternation. Dressed Buffy didn't bode well on his chances of getting his end in. ‘Don't count your chicken's, mate,' his demon whispered. ‘We're still starkers.'

"Spike, get dressed."

Bugger.

"Yes, m'lady," he responded quietly, forcing a smile to his lips and nodding his head in her direction. Moving to his clothes swiftly, he donned them without a word then stood patiently awaiting her next command.

"Move it, blood breath," she commanded airily as she turned towards the exit and moved in that direction, completely sure that he would follow her blindly.

"Yes, m'lady."

As the walked towards their destination, Buffy thought about the game they were playing. She wasn't completely naïve. She had heard stories about domination from the other girls back at Hemery and she'd eww-ed with the rest of them. It wasn't that she didn't want to experiment, but she just couldn't see the attraction of being dominated, she wanted to be treated like an equal. Buffy was also not foolish enough to believe that she could ever compete with Drusilla in the domination game. The stupid looney ho had had oodles more time than Buffy had and that wasn't taking into consideration all the horrible tricks she'd learned from Angelus. No, Buffy wanted her turn at domination to be totally different from what Spike was probably used to and that meant getting advice from another.

Buffy grinned in anticipation.

Spike saw her grin and started to worry... alot.

~*~*~

"So, let me get this straight; Spike suggested that he play the part of slave to you as master?" Joyce asked calmly, carefully keeping her features schooled as she focused her gaze on the submissive blond vampire. Noting his lowered gaze she allowed herself a little grin. "And you want to share him with me?"

Joyce almost lost it at the look of absolute shock on the face of the vampire. It took every ounce of self-control to ignore him and turn to her daughter. "That's so thoughtful of you, sweetie. You know where everything is, he can start by cleaning the bathroom."

Placing her arm around her daughter, Joyce led a grinning Buffy from the room, leaving behind a pouting master vampire. ‘Evil bint's and their mothers!'

~*~*~

Spike was in shock. He had absolutely no understanding of how it had happened. One minute he was happily looking forward to a nice little round of ‘you master, me slave', the next he's cleaning bathrooms, doing dishes and laundry, and helping with homework. And did it end there? No! His deliciously evil little slayer had then ordered him to drive her to the Sunday Sales at the Mall and played dress up with him as her Ken Doll, forced him to buy the poncy clothes, dress in them, and then take her to the bronze. And NOW the cheeky bint wanted him to dance! Oh, he'd bloody well dance alright. Little Mistress Buffy was about to learn just how versatile he was.

Turning to his mistress, Spike stood and offered her his hand. His eyes were half closed but barely masking the intensity of his gaze. His voice was laced with seductive huskiness as he smiled and uttered his much used phrase, "yes, m'lady."

With their eyes locked, the blond vampire moved backwards leading his lady towards the dance floor.

‘Okay, who turned up the heat?' Buffy thought absently as she followed the gently insistent pull of her guy. All thoughts of the game left her mind as both sides of her took in the total hunk-y-ness that was Spike. The silky sapphire blue button down shirt enhanced the colour of his eyes while the form fitted black leather pants hugged him like a lover.

They melted together, his right arm snaking around her waist and pulling her flush against him while his left hand reached for her right. Bringing the captured hand up between them, Spike twisted their wrists so that the back of her hand rested against his chest and lowered his head, allowing their foreheads to meet. Her heartbeat thrummed so that it echoed through his body. The music enfolded them in its natural magic and the rest of the world slipped away.

With a sigh of absolute contentment soft words were sincerely offered, "I love you."