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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!)
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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RULERS
: 1 SERVANT
Spike
finally gets a taxicab and we start loading the shopping bags into the back
seat. We pretty much cleaned out La Perla... and then we hit Christian Dior. So
now I have a nice range of clothing. Some casual - one of which I'm wearing
now, a pair of tight blue jeans and a tight sky-blue button-down blouse - and
also some elegant. And of course a large assortment of lingerie, because he
couldn't pick just a few. He liked them all, so we bought everything he liked.
Which
was anything I tried on, basically.
I
still can't believe some of the really fancy dresses he talked me into getting.
Things the Chase family would even say were too extravagant. Although Spike was
right, they're perfect for Monte Carlo. I *still can't believe we're going
there. I definitely misjudged him, if this kind of thing is normal in his
world. Not that I mind being wrong about that.
That
wasn't the reason I gave him those two blowjobs, in the La Perla dressing room
and the Christian Dior dressing room, though. That was just because he
obviously needed to come, and I was - am - a little too sore for more fucking.
But he was hurting, he seems to get turned on a lot around me - not that I'm
not flattered, I *am*. And he's been more than generous with taking care of me
when I'm turned on. So I repaid the favor, with some damn good blowjobs, if I
do say so myself. I think he'd agree, he seemed *very* satisfied.
"Finally,"
I say as we get the last of the bags in the taxi. He pulls me back against him
as we stand there and I can't believe he's hard *again.* Or is that *still*?
"So...where are we going now?" I ask.
"*You're*
going back to the hotel. I've got a few things to take care of before Monte
Carlo and *you* need some sleep."
I kiss her
cheek as I hold her belly close to me. I rub my cock against her arse. I'll
have to get more powder as well since I seem to leave her sore quite often, and
we haven't even been a week together!
"Do
you need anything I can get on my way back?"
He's
leaving? I thought we were ... No, I'm not going to get upset. It's silly to
expect him to spend all his time with me, when he does need to eat and I don't
want to see that. And he's right, I *do* need a little rest. He's exhausting,
but in a good way.
"Um...
no," I say. "I'm a little hungry but I'll just order room service at
the hotel." I turn and kiss him, before getting into the taxi. Spike hands
the driver some money and tells him the address of the hotel, and then shuts
the door. After another kiss, which just gets me a little too excited for
sleep.
So
that earns him a pout because he *knows* I'm not going to do anything for it.
Hopefully I'll be able to sleep.
Damn, I
lo-
Never
mind. First order of business: dinner.
No- first
order of business is spending more of my not-so-hard-earned money.
And I've
got the *perfect* way to do it.
It's
amazing what proof of lots and lots of money does to improve the behavior of
this hotel staff toward me. The doorman notices I need help with the bags, and
suddenly I'm *really* popular. I do notice the desk clerk is gone, but I guess
it's his night off. And I'm not upset about the lack of *his* presence, anyway.
So
with some help, I'm in the suite in no time. And damn, I wish I had servants,
because getting all this stuff in the closet is really going to be fun. Okay,
stop whining, Cordy and just do it. Not like you haven't been on your own for
the past two months.
Good
plan. And besides, doing this - doing something - takes my mind off worrying-
Oh. I'm worrying about Spike? Really?
Well,
I guess I am. A little. Just in the sense of wanting him to stick around for a
while. Not like I'm in love with him or anything, it's just nice having him
around. He's made the past few days pretty fun, and that's something I haven't
had in a few months. So yes, I do hope he doesn't get himself staked or
anything.
Okay,
the clothes are up, now I'm taking a nice long bath. Maybe I'll get myself a
glass of wine to relax me - oh and food, too. Can't forget that, Spike wouldn't
be too thrilled, I bet. So a bath, food, and then bed.
I punch
him again. "WHAT?!" He growls at me.
"You
*will* keep your hands away from her, *mate*, or you'll find out *everything* I
learned from our sire," I say menacingly. "Got it?"
"Yes,
yes, Spike. I got it." I smile and release him. Penn always *did* crumble
quite easily. He wipes the blood from his nose. "What the hell is your
*problem* with her anyway? If I didn't know better I'd say you were in love
with her!"
What?
That's crazy.
I punch
him again, hard in the face, and then in the stomach and he doubles over in
pain.
"You'd
do well to worry about yourself and less about *me*."
"She
is your *mate*, isn't she? Claiming a human?! As if making a mess of Drusilla
wasn't bad enough!"
DAMN HIM!
I growl and kick him hard in the knackers.
Twice.
"Don't
find me again. You won't like it very much," I tell him before turning.
The two
servants shake in fear as I move toward them. "He's no longer your
master," I tell them. "*I* am."
I
finish drying myself and slip on a nightgown we picked out earlier. It's dark
green, very sheer (Spike seems to like either tight, or sheer. Or both), and it
falls to just above my knees. Satin, too. Which feels really good. I pull on
some matching panties - Hey, I bought them, I might as well wear them.
I
turned on the radio the minute I got in, an old habit from when I lived alone.
It helps me not get so spooked at night. *That's* an old habit from life in
Sunnydale. So now I move to sit on the couch with the salad I ordered earlier,
and a glass of wine from the bar.
I
wonder what Spike's doing, and if he'll be home before I'm asleep?
I
wonder if he'll wake me up if I *am* asleep. I hope so, I just want to know
he's safe. Just friendly concern, that's all.
"What
do you want, *exactly*?" One, Anne, asks.
Well, I
guess they *have* been awfully quiet considering that I practically dragged
them from his place.
I turn to
them both. Anne and John. "You'll be serving me and my mate," I
inform them.
"Will
we be..." she starts, "What I mean is- Master Penn... he- we..."
"No,"
I tell her. "We just need a couple servants. Cordelia and I are perfectly
happy on our own." She lets out a sigh of relief and I notice she's
marked. "You two mated?" I ask them.
"Yes,"
John answers. "For three years now. Will we be able to-"
"Do
whatever you want, just don't touch Cordelia in any way and don't kill in front
of her."
I
certainly don't intend on gettin' in their face about being together. I'll
always keep them in a room close by and as long as they're loyal to our
bloodline- I couldn't give a fuck about them being mated to each other. It
actually works out better that way.
We get
out of the cab and I wipe my mouth again, just to make sure the evidence from
our recent feed is gone. It was kinda nice killing as a family instead of
alone- not that I'm gonna get all sentimental with these two- but it was still
nice.
"C'mon,"
I tell them as we get in the elevator. I check my pockets to make sure the
boxes are still there- and they are.
I open
the door, "This is it," I tell the two before calling for her.
"Cordelia?!"
I sit
up and look around. Oh. I fell asleep on the couch, I guess. Don't remember
that. "In here," I call. I look at the clock and see that it's late,
or early, near dawn actually. I guess I really *was* asleep.
"Will
this be where we're living?" Anne asks as I walk into the living area.
"Morning,
Pet," I greet Cordelia before kissing her deeply and sliding my hand over
the satin nightgown. Oh- I *love* how it feels against her skin. "Miss
me?" I ask. I press a quick kiss to her forehead. "Want me to carry
you in to bed?"
I
smile but then I notice the visitors. "Spike, I'm... not exactly dressed
for *others* to see me," I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Nonsense,"
I murmur. "They should *be* so fortunate as to catch a glimpse of a
goddess, Luv."
I *do*
notice that neither John nor Anne is ogling her- which will work out nicely
because I won't have to *beat* them their first week with me.
"These,
Pet, are Anne and John- our new servants."
"Oh."
Um... God, it's too early for this. My first thought is, how sweet, he went out
and found us servants. But then I think - "Vampires?" I think I know,
from how pale they are. And I'm a little less self-conscious since neither of
them is looking at me. They're staring at the floor instead, but still.
Vampires? One vampire, Spike, is okay. But more? My introduction to Penn worked
out *so* well....
"Yeah,"
I tell her. "From the bloodline and loyal to it. You're both
dismissed," I say, "After you bid goodnight to your mistress, of
course."
Both are
*very* proper as they avert their eyes from Cordelia's and say,
"Goodnight, Mistress. Goodnight, Master."
Then,
they leave quickly and head for the other room I rented for them. I think
they'll work out nicely.
"Now,
my lamb, shall I whisk my lady to off to make mad passionate love to her all
day long?" I purr into her ear as I cup her damped sex.
I
moan but push his hand away. "Not that I'm not tempted," I admit.
"But... " I look in his eyes. "Tell me I'm safe around them, and
I'll believe you. I just... I need to hear you say it."
I look
directly into her eyes, "I would *never* put you in danger. *Especially*
in your own home."
I do
believe him, as insane as that is. I nod, "Okay," and wrap my arms
around his neck. "Then yes, take me to bed," I say with a smile.
I slide
my hands under her back and knees and pick her up. I hold her close to me and
kiss her neck as I carry her into the bedroom. "They're just gonna carry
your things and clean our place and get you whatever you want. They're actually
Penn's servants."
I place
her on the bed and start to get undressed.
Oh, I
don't mind that view at all. I don't think I've gotten to spend enough time
looking at him, either. It seems like usually, when we've been undressed, we
get pretty desperate to *do* something about it. So I enjoy looking over his
hard, well-toned body, as he undresses. He catches me looking, too, but I don't
care. Not like he hasn't gotten to see *me* naked quite a bit today, with all
the trying on of clothes.
"So...
you saw Penn again?" I ask. I hope that doesn't turn out to be a sore
subject, but I'm curious. Did they get ... reacquainted? Okay, no, bad mental
image of what that would mean for them. And now I'm blushing. Shit. But I
suppose I could claim I'm just hot.
And I
*am*, just not in the way that term is usually meant.
"Yeah-
I had to get a few things straightened out for tonight and I found out where he
was living."
And I
*do* notice her staring at me, so I undress slower to give her plenty of time
to look. I must admit- it's been a long time since anyone looked at me so...
so... appreciatively.
"Then
I stole his servants. They're mated so they can take care of each other when we
don't need them. They've sworn loyalty to me and know not to touch you unless
you want it."
I drop my
jeans and then turn back to her, "So... like what you see?"
"You
can't tell?" I ask. He frowns and I sigh, relenting, "Yes, I like, a
lot. C'mere." I hold out my hand to him.
"Not
yet," I smirk. I look over her and can't help but lick my lips. "You
look *so* edible, Luv."
I walk
over to my duster to pull the boxes out.
"Tell
me how much you like what I do to you, Pet. Tell me how much you lo---ve having
me inside you." Nice cover, Spike.
I take
one of her heels in my palm and place her foot on my shoulder so I can kiss her
ankle.
I
moan. "I've enjoyed everything you do to me," I admit. "I like
doing things to you too," I add with a wink. He runs his hands up my leg,
massaging my calf and I sigh. "And when you're inside me... I ... I never
loved it as much, before you." That wasn't easy to admit, kind of lets him
in on what kind of non-talented lovers I've been with.
"You
gonna tell me what tonight is?" I wonder. I don't mean to change the
subject, but I *am* curious. Although I can handle a surprise, too.
"A
clan party where *everyone* will know who you are."
I kiss
her ankle again and slide my hand up her thigh and back down. "Close your eyes,
Cordelia."
"Time-out."
Okay, how to say this *without* ruining the good mood we've got here. "I
just... would you tell me what exactly I should... expect ...at this
party?"
Bloody
hell.
I didn't
*exactly* wanna tell her that.
Not now.
"We'll talk about it later, Ducks. Just close your eyes."
Okay,
it is a few hours away. So I guess... but he *will* tell me, before we leave.
Because I'm a little nervous about any clan-related activity. I thought he
would *know* that... but I do understand if he just wants his mate to be
there...
God,
this whole us together thing is going to be *so* much more complicated than I
realized, at first.
But
it's hours away. I can just ignore it, for a little while. That seems to be a
safe way of dealing with everything so far. So... I nod and close my eyes.
I open
the box and pull out the 14 karat diamond anklet. I place it around her ankle.
It
*looks* beautiful.
"Keep
them closed," I say. I crawl up her body and straddle her thighs. I pull
out the matching bracelet and put it on her wrist. "I saw these and
thought they would look so elegant on you."
I place a
kiss in the valley between her breasts and move my mouth up as I slide my hands
around her neck to fasten the necklace around it. "I've been meaning to ask
you- do you have any other names that you go by? Pet names?"
While she
thinks, I nibble her ears as I also put the diamond earrings into her ear. I
did notice she had pierced ears but didn't have anything pretty enough to put
in them.
"Well..."
This is driving me crazy, not being able to look at the jewelry. But I'm sure
I'll like it, he has awesome taste. "Xander called me Cordy... *don't*
call me that. I just mention it now, so you know. My family calls me Delia...
or ...Princess... but they're the only ones who called me *that* and didn't
mean it in a mocking way..."
Why
do I just open my mouth and tell him these things? It's just so weird I feel
that comfortable around him. "What about you? Do you prefer Spike? Or..
Penn called you William. And in the books you're William the Bloody. Was - is -
that your real name?
Why am I
so bloody stupid?
I look
down at the green emerald of the necklace. The necklace forms a V-shape that
rests on her chest, drawing attention to her tits. The emerald rests at the
bottom of the V and diamonds lead to it from the gold chain.
I *knew*
it would be beautiful on her. The diamond earrings are the same shape as the
necklace and the anklet and bracelet are diamond/emerald combos as well.
Finally,
I take out the ring. It's a huge diamond with two emeralds on the side. I place
the ring in my mouth and then bring her hand to my mouth. I engulf her ring
finger, using my tongue to slide the ring onto it.
"Does
the silence mean you prefer to be called Spike?" I ask. I thought we were
talking here... not that I mind the jewelry. I've missed being treated like a
princess, I will admit that.
I smile
and cup her breasts in my hands. "Open your eyes," I say. "You
almost look like a queen."
Oh...
wow. I check out the bracelet first, and ... ring... and wow. And then the
anklet... And I can't really see the necklace all that well... but I can tell
by the feel that it's diamond... and emerald. And... did I mention wow?
"How...
where... why?"
"Because
I... because you're Cordelia. And you should be treated like a queen. You're
*my* queen," I say before pulling out the tiara. The set is supposedly a
wedding set- meant for a bride. But she should have this sort of stuff *every*
day.
"You'll
wear these for me?" I ask. "And touch them when you can't touch
me?"
I'm
just speechless. It's just... wow. "Yes!" I finally manage, and pull
him close to kiss him. "Thank you," I say, and I don't think he could
ever know how much it means to me. It's not the jewelry, by itself, it's just...
Spike - hell, *any*one - going out and actually making the effort, taking the
time, to do something so sweet?
That
just hasn't happened much in my world.
"Are
you going to answer my question, though?" I ask. "I'm not trying to
nag. It's just like... well, I told you not to call me Cordy, so I want to know
if you don't want me ever calling you William. That's all."
"William
was weak."
Okay...
"Well, I doubt that," I say. "You're what, a hundred twenty
years old, give or take? You didn't last that long being *weak*. But whatever,
I know all about starting over and trying to create a new image. So I won't
argue with however you want to do that. You don't want me to call you William,
I won't. End of discussion."
I growl
and stand up.
How
*dare* she?!
"William
was *weak* and *pathetic* and *lovesick*," I snarl. "Don't *ever*
assume you know me," I growl. Damn it.
I just growl again and slam the
door behind me as I head to the kitchen.
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