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AUTHORS : dru & Evil Willow (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Beauty & the Beast
PAIRINGS : Cordelia/Spike
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty with plenty of delicious yums!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters.
WARNING: violence, bloodplay and
death- Cordelia/Spike, Anton/Spike, Cordelia/Mia/Anton, Cordelia/Mia/Anton/Spike
NOTE : We've landed in Monte
Carlo now. And some fun is gonna start. ENTER TWO NEW CHARACTERS Mia & Anton
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ROYALTIES : 1 SUBJECT
"You
*will* ensure her safety," I say. "Above all else, Cordelia comes
first. Do you understand?" I ask. Granted, John seems like one of the
smarter vamps, but you can never be too careful.
"Yes,
I understand, Master."
"Good.
Then do one more sweep of the area and have the limo waiting for us."
He nods
and I close the door behind him.
Now...
for my lamb. I walk back into the bedroom and she really is beautiful there,
sleeping peacefully, half covered by the blanket, hair splayed across the
feather pillows... I wonder if she would ever want a permanent place to live,
like Anton and Mia have their mansion.
But for
now, I crawl up the bed with a devilish grin because I *know* what I put on the
bed posts earlier.
I carefully
pick up one graceful arm and slowly tie the satin around her wrist, before
repeating the process with the other wrist.
And
doesn't she make a beautiful picture with her wrists tied to the bed like
that...
"Cordelia..."
I whisper as I scrap my fangs from her breast up to her neck, leaving a trail
of drizzling blood behind me.
Shit...
"Spike..." Oh. I was asleep?
It
was such a *good* dream, though, damn it.
Oh.
It wasn't a dream, I realize, as I open my eyes and meet his. He's in vamp
face, and I shiver, but not from fear. He's actually sexy when he looks like
that, but I think I'll keep *that* thought to myself.
I
reach for him - what the -- Ohgod. He's got my wrists tied to the bed posts. I
look back at him and he's got this evil/sexy grin on his face. "And what
do you think you're doing?" I ask, trying to keep that tremor of
anticipation out of my voice. Shit, I'm so wet, and ... yeah, he cut me,
lightly, but it won't scar. It stings, but in a kind of, slightly, just
remotely good way.
"Waking
you up, of course," I grin as I scrape them down to her navel, leaving
trails of blood in my wake. "Didn't wanna ask about my bag of tricks, so I
thought I'd make my *own* fun," I shrug as I drag my fangs down to her
pretty, pink and soaking lips.
Soon,
she'll bleed. But it's gonna be sooner than she thinks.
I growl
softly as I scrape my fangs down her tender labia and lap at the blood.
"Fuck....
Spiiiiike," I whimper, bucking up against him. Shit that stings, but it
also turns me on even *more*. I can't believe I get *that* turned on by a
little bit of pain. I knew I liked being bit, but this is --"Ohgod...
please..."
"What?"
I ask as she squeezes her thighs around my head. "Next time I'll tie up
your ankles too," I inform her. She has the right to know.
I use my
hands to part her thighs and push her wide open, before thrusting my tongue
inside her. My fangs dig into her as well, but I don't care.
"AAAAAAAAAAHSPIKE!"
I'm coming, so hard....I can't breathe... too much... oh my GOD... ohgod....
shit....
"OhfuckSpikeI'mgonnaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!"
That's.... two... fuck... SHIT!!!
Three!
Oh my GOD! I can't even get any more words out, just moaning and whimpering and
thrashing around as he holds my hips down. And he just keeps drinking, and
drinking, my juices and my blood and shit....I'm squeezing his head with my
thighs as my internal muscles convulse around his tongue and FANGS....
But
fuck, I can't... take another... orgasm... "Spike..." I gasp...
Fuck... "Please," I whimper. But he just keeps drinking, and it's too
much I can't take it--"SPIKEPLEASESTOP..." I finally moan. "Too
much... please... can't come again..."
No way.
I
slide up her body and thrust inside her tight body. "One more," I growl
before pulling out and slamming inside her body as I sink my fangs into her
thro"AHSHIIIIIIT!"
I
hear this high-pitched wail ... that was me, I think. Oh god... That... hurt...
but I didn't hate it.... and the orgasm just keeps going... And I can barely
catch my breath...
I'm
bucking against him so hard, I would've thrown off a normal human. But he just
wraps his arms around me and holds tight, as we both ride out our orgasms. His
cum soothes my inner walls, as he growls and continues to drink from my throat.
Oh
god.
And
*now* I'm sore. What was that. Four in a row? "Ohgod."
"I
hadn't realized you were so religious, Luv," I chuckle as I withdraw my
cock and fangs from her.
Damn that
felt *good*.
"But
I'm glad you're awake, because we're here and it's seven o'clock, so we're
ready to get to our hotel."
"You
think you're getting me to *move* after that???"
"I'm
thinking you're not really go much of *any* place as long as I've got you tied
up to my liking."
"Well,
make up your mind," I say with a smile. "Either we're leaving or we aren't.
"But
if we aren't, just FYI, I've come enough for a twenty-four hour period. And
don't you even think about changing my mind about that, because I won't. So we
should probably leave and find another way to keep you amused." And even
*I* know that wasn't as convincing or stern as I wanted it to sound. But I
*did* just have four orgasms, consecutively. The bitch is too sated to be
seriously bitchy.
I smile
and jump on top of her body quickly, placing my cock right in front of her
lips. "*You* could amuse me," I smirk.
"I
could...." I say. And I know, I said the bitch was sated. But I'm not
going to make it *totally* easy for him to dominate me. If I did, what's the
point of being tied up in the first place?
"You
*will*," I growl and push my cock into her lips a bit.
I
raise an eyebrow at him, but open my mouth, letting him thrust into my mouth a
little bit. I'm not all that careful about keeping my teeth away from his cock,
though.
It's
the hormones. They make me *so* unpredictable.
"Shiiiit..."
I love when my cock slides past her teeth. They scrape me, but that's okay.
I'll keep any scar she wants to give me.
I place
my hands on her face as she swallows me down. "I *love* your pretty little
throat, Pet. And this gorgeous mouth when it's full of me... makes me *so*
hot... I just wanna..." I thrust into her mouth and scream her name as I
do.
I
ignore the gag reflex and let him slide down my throat, feeling my body react
when he screams my name. Shit.
He's
the only man I've actually *enjoyed* doing this for.
However,
I'm not supposed to like being dominated by him... or should I say I'm not
supposed to let him *know* I like it. Because I *do* have an image to protect.
So... I don't swallow around him, like I could, or send those nice vibrations
down his throat by humming.
He
growls and I smile a little. And oops, there go the teeth again.
"FUCK!"
I growl and thrust down her again. Shit- she looks so gorgeous with my cock
down her throat. I love those beautiful eyes of hers as well.
"Come
on, Pet. Do me right," I beg. Yes beg. Why? Because she's gotten to come
*SO* much more than me and it's. not. fair.
Well,
damn. And I look up and yeah, *I'm* the one tied to the bed here. So... I turn
my head to the side, letting him slip from my mouth and then turn back to look
at him. "Make. Me," I challenge him with a little smile. "Come
on, Mr. Evil Vampire. Show me what you've got."
"You
don't *wanna* know what *I've* got," I growl.
A
shiver runs through my body and damn, I know he noticed that. "I wouldn't
ask if I didn't," I shrug.
I hop off
and grab my bag from the floor. "Well, while I've got a *captive*
audience..."
I pull
out the set of manacles and throw them on the bed between her legs.
She gasps
as the metal brushes against her legs. I grin and then slowly pull the first
whip out with a wiggle of the eyebrow. "Wanna play?"
I
swallow the moan. "What... do you think you're going ...to do with
that?" That was supposed to be indignation, but it would've been *much*
more convincing without the breathy, turned on voice, damn it!
"Gonna
*fuck* you with it. Unless you know a *better* use," I grin evilly and
throw it lightly onto her stomach.
"What
else... ah yes- another personal favorite," I say as I pull out the
*other* whip with metal teeth embedded into it. I drop the tip softly on her
leg and drag it off so she can feel it scrape her lightly
That's
what I get for not knowing when to shut up.
*Knock,
knock.*
Saved!
"WHAT?"
I growl as I toss the whip onto the bed. What the hell does a vamp have to *do*
to torture somebody these days?!
I growl
and kick the bag across the room just as John appears in the door. "WHAT
DO YOU WANT?" I snarl.
I was
just about to have fun!
"WHAT
THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!!!" I scream, when John barges in and then stops
and stares at me. "STOP LOOKING AT ME!" I demand. I know, I'm really
in a position to demand anything, right now.
"Ain't
she gorgeous?" I ask before tossing the blanket over her. Although she
really does have to learn to be *less* self-conscious... because there really
is no reason for it.
"What?"
I look at Master Spike, confused. I was expecting a beating for stepping over
the line like that. "Yes, yes, of course she is," I add quickly.
"I...I'm sorry for staring Mistress," I add, careful not to look at
her. I didn't mean to, but I just wasn't expecting ...
"I
apologize to both of you for interrupting," I say, looking back at Master
Spike. "I thought your response to my knock was an indication to enter.
But it clearly wasn't and I beg your - both of your - forgiveness for
intruding."
"*What*
do you *want*?" I ask through gritted fang.
"I...
we ... did the patrol of the area." I choose my words carefully,
remembering he doesn't want to alarm the Mistress. "And I ... everything
is ... normal. We've got a car waiting outside the plane to take you to the
hotel whenever you wish."
Oh.
Right.
Forgot
about that. We actually have to *leave* the plane.
"We'll
go now- in five minutes. Make sure our things are sent on to the hotel."
I guess
we should go now, just in case Penn really was telling the truth and is in
town.
John
hurries off and -- "I just don't like being gawked at," I inform
Spike. He gives me a look and I add, "Present company excluded."
"You
should get used to it, Pet. You'll be gawked at a lot," I inform her as I
untie her wrists. "We'll have to play this game some other time. I don't
think we're actually allowed to stay here for a long time, the plane should be
moved to some storage place or something."
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