-1st
Floor-
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!)
WARNING: a little violence,
bloodplay and death- as well mild female/female & spike/female
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters.
NOTE : Takes place after season
three of Buffy, but before season four.
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THE
PALACE: 1ST FLOOR
I
just about fall asleep when we get to the hotel... I didn't realize how tired I
was. And I'm more than a little irritated, when the driver tells me Spike
already paid. But whatever, that's just more money he'll be getting back. I'm not
going to make a habit out of taking his money. Not when I haven't taken up the
offer from any other guy who's hit on me in the last couple months.
Maybe
it keeps me poor, but it also keeps me independent.
I
walk into the lobby and get a dirty look from the guy at the counter. Yeah,
whatever. I know how I'm dressed, but that doesn't mean I'm a prostitute.
"I'm staying with... Shit, I don't know what last name he would've
registered under. "He's British, with platinum blonde hair and..."
Yeah, this is embarrassing. Now he knows I'm not the girlfriend, because the
girlfriend would know the guy's full name.
Not
that I *want* to be mistaken for the girlfriend.
"Oh
yes, Mr. Jones," the man nods. "Sign here." I just roll my eyes.
Jones? Real creative, Spike.
Yeha-
Bitch. That's it- suck it.
I grab
her hair tightly and push her mouth down onto my cock. Certainly showing her a
wad of bills had her *diving* to her knees to suck my cock. And she's choking
on it- I know she is, because I'm forcing her to deepthroat it, when she
clearly is an amateur.
But I'm
evil.
I don't
care.
I'm too
busy sucking the life out of her sister.
And once
*this* dirty bint is dead- I throw her to the side and catch the look of terror
in this one's eyes. "SHIT!" I growl and come all over her face before
hauling her up and tearing her throat out.
Fuck
yeah. *This* is the life!
Okay.
That shower did the trick. I pull on one of the complimentary silk robes -
nice, very nice - and dive into the nice soft bed.
This
is *really* so much more like what I'm used to.
It
would be perfect if I had a blond vampire helping me with my needing to come
problem. I've been good, though. I'm waiting for him. At least... for a little
while longer.
I'm
also grateful for the chance to relax, though, because I *am* a little sore.
Not so sore that I don't want more fun... just an 'oh yeah, those muscles have
definitely been used tonight' kind of sore.
I get
up at the knock on the door, and walk over to look through the peephole. Oh
good. Room service. I open the door and wave the guy in, then hand him the
money on his way out. Since I had the cash, I decided to use it, especially
once I discovered I was hungry, starving really. Something else I've discovered
about myself: I get hungry after multiple orgasms. And the food will also help
me have more energy... for later.
Oh- yeah.
I hate the bloody sewers.
But-
that's the price I pay for gorging myself on the twin whores *and* their pimp
twin brothers.
On the
bright side- I won't need to feed for another day or so- depending on if she'll
let me sink my fangs into her clitty later. *That's* what I'm hoping for.
I climb
up through the manhole in the parking garage of the hotel. Bleedin' hell- I
need to shower.
I walk by
the main desk- no one is there. Good. I don't feel like dealing at this point,
but I glance at the guest registry (more like steal from behind the counter),
and see that she *is* signed in, which means they didn't give her a problem.
Good,
although for the amount of money I stole to stay here for a while- they'd
*better* not give her a problem.
I hop in
the elevator and wipe my mouth some more. Sometimes, I wish I could see myself
in the bloody mirror. I have a feeling that (since my shirt is sort of
splattered with a bit of blood) that I've got some on my face somewhere. But I
wiped it off at the water fountain... although I can do nothing about the
shirt- but that's why I wear black.
However,
I'm usually not that messy on quick feeds. I'm still just riding high from
those- how many orgasms?
The door
opens and I walk up to the penthouse door and knock.
I
don't know how long that person's been knocking on the door. I guess I dozed
for a while. And it better be Spike, because otherwise I'm about to be very
homicidal. You do *not* wake me up, in any annoying way, or you suffer the
consequences.
I
prefer soft music, the smell of breakfast... and not being expected to talk to
anyone until my third cup of coffee.
I
look through the peephole, and it is Spike. I glance over at the clock. Oh, has
it only been two hours? Feels like I slept longer than an hour. I pull the door
open and then wrinkle my nose. "You smell like sewer," I say as I
step back.
"Well-
I thought that for kicks- I'd go and roll around on the floor of your apartment,"
I say, shrugging off my duster and closing the door behind me.
I *want*
to pull her against my body- but I'm wet and sweaty and bloody.
I *want*
to rip that robe off her body, since it really isn't covering much anyway...
nice view of that valley between her breasts... and her thighs peeking out... a
little navel too.
So
delicious.
"*You*
on the other hand," I say while I kick off my Docs. "Smell like
lilac, maple syrup and lust. Did you like the tub?"
"Didn't
try it yet, just took a shower," I reply, stifling a yawn as I lie back
down. "Tired," I add. And yes, a little horny. "Not *too*
tired... as long you shower first."
"You're
gonna be *so* sore, Cordelia," I chuckle before placing a quick kiss on
her cheek.
"Not
that it's a bad thing- but have you ever *had* a muscle cramp inside?"
I drop my
jeans and throw them on top of my duster before adding, "'Cause believe
you me- they are PAINFUL."
Damn.
That's something I never thought of. But..."What. You wouldn't be willing
to help me by massaging the cramp away?" I ask him, with a smile.
I smirk
and glance at her nipples peeking out from around the silk of the robe and her
long, silky hair that falls over her shoulders. "No, I wouldn't mind
massaging them in the least. But for me to do that... you'd have to already be
wet and panting for me to even get enough fingers in there to do it."
Shit- my
cock is just pulsing. But at least it's free.
I lift my
shirt off and throw it over with my jeans. Well, damn- a few drops of blood got
under the shirt onto my chest.
Is
that blood? No. It's just dirt. I roll over, turning my back to him.
"Shower," I remind him.
And
maybe by the time he gets back, I'll have stopped thinking about what he was
doing for the last two hours.
"Wanna
join me?" I joke- before heading to the bathroom.
"So-
when is this thing today? And what is it?"
He
kept the door open so I don't have to move from the bed. I do turn back to face
the bathroom, as I answer. "I'm supposed to be there at two. It's nothing
big, just a beer commercial." I hear his chuckle and say, "Yes, you
guessed it, me and a few other girls in skimpy clothes is basically all it
consists of. But everyone has to start out small."
"Not
if you threaten the right person," I comment, really without thinking.
"Maybe
that would work," I say. "But I don't want to be rich and famous
unless I earn it. I know that's crazy coming from a rich kid... I guess I'm
tired of having to depend on everyone else to take care of me. Especially when
it's worked out *so* well, in the past." And I really must be tired if I'm
actually having a pretty deep *conversation* with *Spike*.
"Don't
kid yourself, Luv. You get some dirt on someone- find 'em with a hooker and
blackmail 'em into givin' you what you want. Don't think that the business is
honest- because believe me, Cordelia- it's not."
God- this
water feels great. And look at all the dirt- wow. You'd think I actually *did*
go back and roll around on her floor.
I guess
rollin' around in the alley while ruttin' would do that to ya.
I guess
I'll remember that for next time.
While I'm
shampooing, I ask, "So why exactly is it that you're even here and not
back on Dupont Circle?"
"Nobody's
*there*, unless the IRS sold the plaaa--" Shit. I'm too tired for this.
"I figured L.A. was as good a place as any to start over. I *wanted* to
get away from the bloodsuckers." Or so I thought. "I realized they
don't only come in demon form, once I got here. But I don't hate it here, and I
*will* be in movies one day. And maybe you're right, maybe I do have to sink to
the level the others do... but I just want to try it my way first."
OOH! That
explains the cockroaches and five different outfits in the closet.
"And
you don't even know what kind of demon-demons live in L.A."
I shut
the water off and grab a couple towels. "Well- on the way back today, you
can stop somewhere and get some new dresses and things. If you *look* the part-
you'll be more successful. Not that I have any doubt that a gorgeous, smart,
young thing like you *won't* go places... but- dressing well never hurts."
I walk
out, wrapped in a towel and look at her, stretched out on my bed. She is a
vision.
"Make
sure you take some money before you leave," I say while drying my hair a
bit with an extra towel.
"You
ate?" I ask. She nods. "What else did you do while I was gone?"
"Showered
and slept," I answer. That's right, I didn't get myself off. I was waiting
for you to do that. So get your ass over here and make me scream.
Glad my
cock is clean now- wouldn't want her gettin' pissed that I screwed around a
bit. You never know how women will react to that...
"Good,
you needed both." I glance over at the air conditioner. It's on the
highest setting and it's a balmy 73 degrees in here, which is nice.
"I'll
also get you a car to drive you to work," I say before dropping the towel
and crawling up the bed, over her. She's laying on her side and when I stop, my
heavy cock is resting on her hip.
"So-
I bet I could make you come in three thrusts. Unless..."
I
don't doubt that. But I'd never admit it. "Unless?"
"'Less
you'd rather test your skills at making *me* come for a change. I already
showed you some of *my* best. I'd be interested in seeing what Lady Chase can
do." I bury my face in her hair and inhale- she smells so sweet.
"Hm..."
I roll onto my back and whimper when his cock brushes against my sensitive sex.
Okay, so maybe me making him scream for a while wouldn't be a bad idea,
especially since it looks like I need a little more recovery time before I'll *really*
enjoy him inside me again.
"Well,
I could always suck you off and see if I can make you come in thirty seconds,
again," I tease.
"That
was an isolated case, Luv. The exception to the rule. I know how to hold my
cum."
I
just raise my eyebrows at him. "I'm just not going to believe it until I
see it myself," I say.
"Well,
you're welcome to try, but I'd bet anything that my cock will outlast your
pretty little mouth."
That's
a bet he'd lose, I have no doubt about that. So ... "Anything?" I ask
with a smile.
"Anything
your little heart desires, my lamb," I say, running a finger just inside
the robe so I can caress the soft skin of her breast, and down further to
stroke those lips of hers.
I
moan, wanting him to stop because I'm starting to get the being sore thing in a
major way. But also not wanting him to stop, because it still feels so damn
good. And I'm trying to think of something he can do when he loses that bet...
"Well..."
I gasp as he pushes his finger inside me, slowly and rubs my inner walls
gently. Spike. Gentle. Those two words weren't supposed to be in the same
sentence. At least that's what I thought until tonight.
And I
get that pleasure/pain thing I've read about in those cheesy romance novels,
now. Because that's definitely what I'm feeling. "When you lo-lose, I'll
want you to do that massage thing, except with my... shit... whole body.
"So...fuuuck...
on the ... off-chance you win, what would you... want?" I ask.
I grin
deviously as I roll us over, so she's on top.
Shit- she
feels good here too- I'll have to get her to ride me later. She did a bit
earlier- but I wanna see her put her back into it and make me really scream.
She gives
me a questioning look as I moisten one finger in my mouth and drag it down her
back to rest between those beautiful cheeks. I gently rim her hole a bit before
dipping in, just a little.
I
yank away and sit up next to him. And he did hear me when I said not in this
lifetime, didn't he?
I
open my mouth to remind him of it, and then decide not to.
"Whatever," I shrug. "You won't win anyway," I add with a
smile. I'm sure of it, too. Sure enough to agree to the stupid bet, rather than
make him mad by refusing to play along.
So sure
she's gonna win... is she?
Fine.
I vamp
out and slice my palm. "Then let's shake on it."
"Gross,"
I reply. "I promise I won't back out, okay?" That better be enough
for him, because there's no way I'm getting his blood on me. I just showered.
"Whimp,"
I mutter before licking my palm clean. "'S just blood."
"Something
you're more fond of than I am," I say. "I mean, I like mine, in the
sense that I like it staying where it belongs." I crawl down his body and
look up at him. "Ready to find out just how *good* I really am?" I
ask with a grin.
"I
am- if you're ready to find out the same," I grin.
I
don't need to *find* that out, I already did. But I'm *still* better.
I
suck half of his cock into my mouth, and I *do* mean suck, as hard as I can. I
stroke the rest of him with one hand, rolling his sac between the fingers of my
other hand. He looks bored. Whatever. I'm only getting started.
I
slide up and down along his cock, taking him a little deeper each time. He's
still got that smug look on his face. Well, he's just in for a surprise. I'm
*not* losing this bet, that's for sure. As I pull up, I slide my teeth along
his cock, just to add a little friction. That's *always* gotten a fun reaction
out of guys.
I moan
just a bit- but in a contest- that ain't gonna cut it.
I glance
over at the clock on the bed and say, "You've got about four hours before
you have to leave. If *that's* all you're gonna do today- I'll be fuckin' your
ass when you get home."
If he
thinks that's sweet talk, we're going to have a chat about that later.
But
for now... I suck him down my throat, swallowing around him several times. As
long as I breathe through my nose and ignore the gag reflex, I can keep this up
for at least thirty seconds, before I pull away. Maybe longer.
And
in this case, I'll just see how long I can go.
Mmm...
she works her throat around me, which is nice.
It's a
rare woman, other than a whore, who'd be *this* happy to suck me down, anyone
down.
She must
really be sore.
This is
no surprise- we were pretty rough on her pretty little quim. I just- couldn't
seem to get enough.
I run my
fingers through her hair and down her back. "Let me sit up more,
Pet," I say. If I sit up, then I can touch her and really enjoy the show.
Okay,
it's really irritating that he can still *talk* when I'm deep-throating him.
I'm used to screaming and babbling, but *never* coherence. If he were human,
I'd start to wonder if I'm as good at this as I always thought I was. But he
isn't, and I'm sure that demon girlfriend of his could do some pretty unique
things to him.
And
that just means I'll have to work a little harder. But I'm okay with that.
I
pull up, letting him slide from my mouth, and wait for him to get comfortable.
I *don't*
like it much when she lets me slip from her mouth.
I *do*
love feeling the wet heat around me and if I can't shag her yet, I *can* enjoy
this.
But not
too much of course- because I wanna go where no man has gone before...
I throw a
couple pillows behind me and nod to her. "'Kay, Luv. Thanks."
Then, I
grab her head (gently of course) and pull her back to my cock.
I bat
his hands away and say, "Oh, by the way, the snotty desk-guy downstairs
did everything but actually call me a whore. If *you* ever start acting like it
too, I'll be out the door before you see me leaving." That said, I suck
his cock back down my throat. Yeah, I know, a little unexpected given what I
just said... What can I say? I like to keep 'em guessing.
"I'll
kill him later," I shrug.
I'm
sure to Spike that's supposed to be romantic or something, so I'll just ignore
it. Yeah, definitely don't need to think about the fact that I've moved in with
an evil demon. Instead I'll see how long I can pretend he's just a really sexy
(which he is), really talented (which he is) British guy who's stuck forever in
the eighties.
Who
knows? If he doesn't remind me too often that he isn't, this might last a
while. I *do* know I'm tired of being alone, and he's the first guy who's
actually seemed to understand me pretty well.
But
anyway, contemplating the future or lack of it won't help me think of a way to
make him come. Of course there's always the thing that's impossible for guys to
withstand. I slip two fingers into my mouth, but it's just to add more
friction, scratching my nails up and down his cock.
Right.
That's all it is.
I
pull my hand away and slide it underneath him. I push a finger inside, and find
that irresistible spot, digging the fingernail in. The longest fingernail, of
course.
I gasp
just a bit- what? Does she think she's the *first* one to slip the finger?
Oh-
right. I forgot to mention the fact that Dru used to waste an entire day (and I
do mean *entire*) sucking me like a lolli- just like this.
I use one
hand to touch her hair and rub her back as she works me over. Her skin is soft.
And I use
the other hand to grab the remote. I wonder what's on tele?
I
grab the remote out of his hand and throw it across the room.
"HEY!"
I growl loudly. "I WANTED THAT!"
I pull away and sit up.
"As I just said, you're not going to treat me like your whore. So the
game's over, Spike, and the bet is off." This is the part where I leave,
right? ... No. I'm too tired. I'll leave after my commercial shoot. I turn my
back on him and lie down.
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