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Spike watched as the dark-haired slayer walked through town with Angel. He had heard the rumours that a shaman had been called to take Angel's soul and he couldn't let that happen. He wasn't going to let Dru be happy for a moment thinking that she could get her Angelus back. The other reason he had come back to Sunnydale was her. The peroxide vampire heard that the slayer - his slayer - was playing on the Evil team and he wanted to find out first hand.
Spike watched as the Harris boy approached them. In a matter of seconds, the Whelp was knocked to the ground by a solid punch from Angelus.
The vampire growled as he followed the couple in his Desoto.
He followed the Faith and Angelus all the way to the Summers' home. Something about Angelus' demeanor seemed off to him. Within minutes, the couple reappeared, followed by Buffy, the group walking toward the end of the block. Spike had an idea where they were going. He knew he was right once they reached the mansion.
Spike crept around until he could see the great room completely through the bay doors.
Spike listened as Angelus talked. The elder vampire's face said it all, and Spike knew that he wasn't Angelus.
"You just called me...What's the matter with you?" Buffy shrieked as "Angelus" put his game face on.
Spike nearly broke into laughter as he watched the newest Emmy-winning performance by Buffy and Angel. Then it quickly dawned on him that they were performing for Faith.
"Faith, we need to get out of here!" Buffy commanded as she spun away from Angel.
"Speak for yourself B. Me, like it here!" Faith grinned. Buffy turned back to get sideswiped by Angel; just enough of a punch to fool Faith, but not enough to fool Spike.
A part of him hated that they were playing this game, but another more curious part wanted to find out everything he could before he made a move.
Faith walked into the willing arms of who she thought was Angelus. Both of their backs were to him. Spike watched as Faith's arm snaked around Angel's waist, bringing his body in closer contact with hers.
A quick hug, and Faith left the room. Angel ever so gently carried Buffy to the wall where chains rested on the ground. The dark slayer reappeared with what Spike knew was Angelus' bag of torturous goodies.
Spike watched as Faith sat down on the coffee table. "Bondage looks good on you, B. The outfit is all wrong, but hey..."
Spike took in everything, adding observation and nuance, filtering for deductions.
Faith is evil.
She wants a boy toy.
Wants what Buffy has.
Therefore wants Angelus.
And wants to hurt Buffy.
Since the Poof didn't have the stones to lose his soul the old fashion way, Spike smirked; Faith must have hired the Shaman to take his soul. "Typical Angel. Why do anything the easy and pleasurable way when you can have it the hard and painful way." And obviously, since Angel still had his soul, the damned white hats must have convinced the Shaman to not perform the ritual.
Spike was vacillating between being amused and pissed off. Amused because he didn't think Buffy would have the brains to pull off this scam off and pissed because another woman of his wanted his grandsire.
"I just wanted something to love." Spike watched as Faith grabbed the front of Angel's shirt and kissed him passionately. "A dog is all I wanted. Well, that and toys."
The blond vampire watched as Faith uncovered the vast array of torture devices. He listened to Faith whine about Buffy's superiority as a slayer. His Slayer was always a petty girl, but Spike had no idea how much being second to Buffy pissed her off.
Spike closed his eyes as Faith told Angel and Buffy all about her plans with the Mayor. He knew that she was smarter than that, too smart to reveal everything to her enemies. He felt the urge to shout to her, stop her from making this mistake, but in the end he remained silent. There was nothing that he could do, so he watched as the events continue to unfold.
"I never knew you had such rage in you."
"What can I say? I'm the world best actor." Faith turned to look at Angel and then Buffy.
"Second best," Angel retorted.
Spike watched as Faith's demeanour changed completely as the implications of the true situation sunk in. Faith moved almost in slow motion as she turned back to Angel.
"Graduation Day? You think we missed anything?" Buffy asked.
"I think we know everything that she knows." Angel replied.
"May I say something?" Buffy shrugged out of the chains. "Sike."
Spike stifled a laugh as Buffy wiggled her hands. Faith's rage boiled to the top.
"You played me," she yelled and then all hell broke lose as the scoobies rushed in. Faith and Buffy fell into battle, each holding nothing back, both out for blood. Buffy grabbed a knife off the table and soon they were both kneeling on the ground, blades to each other's throats. Spike smirked knowing that Buffy didn't have it in her to kill Faith or any human for that matter. But Faith was a different story.
"What are you gonna do, B? Kill me? You become me. You're not ready for that." Faith pushed away Buffy's hand, grabbed the blonde slayer's head, kissed her quickly on the forehead, and ran out the door.
Spike smiled even though his work in Sunnydale was just beginning. He crept off into the darkness. He needed to gather supplies.
Spike returned the next day, catching the end of a conversation between Buffy and Angel.
"You still my girl?"
"Always," Buffy said before she left.
Spike waited for the Slayer to be out of earshot before he made his entrance into the mansion.
"Well that was touching," Spike mocked.
The dark-haired vampire spun around to see the Spike standing with a black bag over his hand.
"Spike!"
"Angel!" Spike mocked him again, dropping the bag to the ground, revealing his steel-covered hand.
"A weapon, Spike?" Angel snarled.
"Well, yeah. I can beat you the old-fashioned way, but I don't have much time. I'm just passing through Sunnydale. So I'd figure that I'd make it quick with the Hand of Chastain."
Spike was more then ten feet away from his grandsire when he swung his fist. Angel laughed, "Never heard of it. And that's supposed to..."
Angel was suddenly thrown across the room by a swift punch.
The peroxide vampire smiled. "See, the point of this glove, Angel, is that I don't have to be near you to touch you. Or hurt you. Or kill you."
Spike shaped his fingers and Angel felt the invisible hand around his throat lift him six feet off the ground and then slam him into the cold hard concrete floor.
"Well, this is neat. But sadly the power of the glove is temporary, so I got a limited amount of time with you, Angel. So let me do this quickly, but I gotta get it done right."
Angel got up slowly, but as he tried to regain his bearings, a sharp uppercut levelled him. He crashed into the coffee table, the wood splintering around him. Spike sat down on the leather sofa and calmly continued his assault on the vampire.
Angel staggered to his feet, his back ached and his head spinning. He could taste his own blood filling his mouth. Suddenly, he felt a hard yank on his arm. He looked up at Spike to see the vampire mimicking the action. Angel could hear the cartilage pop as his shoulder was pulled out of the socket. Angel grunted in pain as he looked up to see Spike pantomime a punch to his crotch. The blond vampire howled in laughter as the pain-wracked Angel stubbornly kept moving, futilely trying to avoid the barrage of blows that Spike rained down on him.
Spike spied Faith's black bag from the day before – the one she had taken a very sharp knife out of. He walked over to the bag slowly and took out a scalpel with his gloved hand.
"Oh, Angel," Spike sang as he slashed Angel across the face with the knife. A clean incision cut the elder vampire's face from his right ear to his lip. "Let's see what we can do with this 'Angelic' face.
Spike watched as Angel slumped to the ground, his body battered and bruised, blood flowing from his many wounds. "Well, Angel, it seems I have one more stop to make in Sunnydale before I leave."
"Buffy?" Angel asked weakly, his voice filled with horror and a pleading note that Spike just loved hearing from his grandsire.
"Nah, I got bigger fish to fry then your cutie. But I'll be seeing you around, Angelus."
Angel sighed in relief as the pain overwhelmed his senses.
Spike shrugged and left. There were six more hours until sunrise.
Spike walked to the apartment complex where, according to one of his informants, Faith lived.
He knocked on the door with his gloved hand. He was almost surprised when she opened it so quickly.
Faith stared into his smoldering blue eyes. "What are you doing here?"
Spike's gloved hand lurched forward and unseen fingers wrapped around her throat. Faith gasped as she tried to make sense of the invisible grip.
"I think you should invite me in before I kill you. And don't think that I won't because we had a wild ride. I remember that little bit of sunlight you let touch me when you left the last time." Spike squeezed tighter.
Faith grappled for the invisible fingers as they cut off her air supply.
"Invite me in, Faith." Spike warned as her face turned red.
"Co--me in S—pike," Faith gasped. Spike walked through the threshold, still keeping his grip firm.
Together they backed into the expensive loft. Faith struggled for breath as Spike slowly stalked forward, his gloved hand held up in the air. She moved backward until her legs hit the black leather couch and she sat down hard, her legs weak from the lack of oxygen.
"Please, Spike… need… breathe…" Faith forced out a plea as her vision began to dim. She looked up at Spike's glaring blue eyes and desperately tried to signal him. He looked at her coldly and only squeezed harder.
Faith struggled to stand, thinking that maybe she could knock the glove out of his hand, but she fell over as she tried, the effort to move without oxygen in her lungs too much. Her eyes closed as she lost consciousness. Her last sight was of Spike, standing over her, laughing.
Faith opened her eyes, squinting against the bright light. She closed them again as pain shot through her head. She did a little inventory of aches and pains. Her head was throbbing, her throat spasmed as she swallowed, and her arms hurt.
She opened her eyes again, her wobbly vision first picking up Spike sitting in a chair, smoking and looking at her. Her memory came back in a flash, and as she remembered losing consciousness, she realized that lack of air was probably the cause of her headache. But that did not explain her arms.
She tried to move them and then looked up, her thought processes still dulled. Her arms were chained above her head and then looped around the hook that normally held her punching bag. She was standing, her feet just touching the floor. She couldn't really move without straining her already sore arms and wrists.
She lowered her eyes to the vampire, her face setting in one of its more common expressions: rage. She kicked forward; aiming for his head, but her foot swung uselessly, just inches from his face.
"Sorry, luv. There is no escape for you. So be a good girl and pay attention to-"
Faith interrupted him with a growl. "Fuck you, Spike. Let me go now, before I remove your head with my teeth."
Spike chuckled. "Nice imagery, pet, but it is not likely. Play nice 'cause Uncle Spike is here to teach you a little lesson about playing with the wrong people."
"What in the hell are you talking about?"
Spike settled back in his chair, his face becoming serious. "Angel. Saw you hanging all over him, trying to turn him to the dark side. Not nice, pet, playing with him."
A look of understanding crossed Faith's face, followed by an expression of mischievous glee. "Oh, now I get it. You thought that we were connected somehow since we had fun a few months ago," she giggled. "And you're jealous of Angel." She couldn't contain the laughter that bubbled out of her. "Should be, he is ten times the lover you are."
With preternatural speed, Spike was suddenly in front of her, his fist rocking her head back. "Listen to me, bitch. I am not jealous of Angel. He has nothing on me. I just don't like him touching my property."
Faith recovered from the powerful punch and stared at Spike standing inches from her. She smirked at him, and raised a knee between his legs, crushing his balls. Spike stepped back and bent over, clutching the front of his jeans, a low moan emanating from his mouth.
While he was distracted, she lifted her legs up, wrapping them around his neck. She twisted her legs and raised them, hoping to strangle him. Spike smirked back at her and knocked her legs off of him. As her feet fell back to the floor, Spike moved to the couch and pulled on the glove that he had been wearing earlier.
Spike held out his hand. He gestured to the black leather bag at his feet, and an invisible hand slowly slid back the zipper. The bag fell open and the sides rippled as he rummaged through it.
Faith found her curiosity unwillingly piqued by Spike's new toy. Although, she thought, I wouldn't be using it to root around in a bag. As she watched, two lengths of chain ending in shackles rose from the bag followed by a couple of large three-inch bolts topped by large metal rings.
Faith was unable to believe what she was seeing. They looked like they were the shackles from Angel's mansion. As she imagined what the items were for, she felt as though she finally understood the meaning of irony. Or coincidence. Whatever, she didn't care what the term was, she was just pissed that the shackles that she had used on Buffy were now going to be used on her.
As she watched Spike, he began to twist his wrist in a very strange way, almost like he was screwing off the lid on a jar of peanut butter. She looked down to her left and saw the ring–topped bolt being slowly screwed into the wood floor.
"Hey!" Faith shouted. "Those are hardwood floors and you're fucking them up. Do you have any idea who pays the rent at this place?"
Spike answered without the trembling fear that she was hoping for. "Sure do. I don't think the Mayor will really care about the floors after he sees what I have done to you."
For the first time, Faith felt a stab of fear, mostly at her uncertainty over Spike's plans. In order to cover the trembling in her voice, Faith laughed, the sound only slightly shrill. "Then you don't know the Mayor. He is all about the details. He might kill you for hurting me, but he will gut you and leave you sitting in your own entrails for messing up my place."
Spike shrugged and continued screwing in the bolt. When the first was finished he gestured with his gloved hand and picked up the other bolt, screwing it in about a foot to her right. When the two bolts were in place, the chains separated and were fastened to the bolts.
Faith had started to grow bored, her mind drifting, when she felt a ghostly hand grab her right ankle. She kicked out, trying to shake the hand off. She could see Spike across the room, his hand moving with the sharp twists of her body. The hand tightened painfully, and soon the shackles were locked around her ankle, anchoring her to the bolt.
He then grabbed her other leg. She continued to fight him, but the strength of the glove was too much for her, and she soon found herself spread-eagled, fastened to the floor. She tried to move, but her body only shifted a few inches.
"Bastard!" she screamed. "Let me go."
Spike removed the glove and laughed. "Sorry, luv. You asked for it. I was going to leave your feet loose, but then you started kicking. This way I know the family stones will be safe."
Faith growled at him. "I swear to God, Spike. You better never let me go. The minute that I'm free, you won't have to worry about the Mayor eviscerating you. I will do it myself."
Spike walked forward until his face was inches from hers. He pressed his body against her and spoke softly, his tone full of malice. "You talk pretty tough, Slayer, for someone who's tied down. See, that's what I mean. You have to learn some respect, and I am definitely the man to teach it to you."
Faith looked at the face that she had kissed so passionately just a few months before. She hawked back and spit, revelling in the look of shock that crossed his chiselled features. "Fuck you, Spike. You're not the man for anything. You are repulsive, and just the sight of you makes me wish that I'd died before I let you put your hands on me."
Spike stood still and silent. Faith watched him, gloating, but at his lack of movement began to become nervous. She was used to being hit, used to violence. But his stillness, it was too eerie. He nodded once and then stepped back, returning to his bag. He pulled the heavy glove off, clenching his fists, working the muscles.
"You know, I was thinking, watching your hands all over Angel. You want him, but not for the reason you think. You want him because he belongs to Buffy. He chose her over you, and that is what really pisses you off."
Faith glared at him, but he ignored her look and continued rooting through the bag. "That's the thing though. You want him to spite Buffy, not because he's worth desiring. I'm willing to bet that if you ever did get your evil little hands on him, you'd stake him out of disgust ten minutes later. He's not the man, or the vampire, for you."
Faith rolled her eyes and looked at Spike, her patience at an end. "So what, you are? Bullshit, Spike."
Spike looked at her, cocking his head. He gazed at her, his eyes lingering over her generous curves. He stood, his eyes still exploring her body, and Faith saw that he had an extremely large knife in his hand. She swallowed uneasily as Spike slowly walked towards her.
"See, Slayer, I know you. I know what you want. I know what you need. You need to scream. And that is what I'm here to do." Spike stopped in front of her, his face inches from her, his blue eyes boring into her. "I am going to make you scream."
Faith felt the first jolt of fear travel throughout her body. His tone was deadly and serious, and Faith was surprised to realize that she believed him. She was going to die.
"No…" she was frozen. All thought of escape flew from her mind. All she could think was that this was wrong. She wasn't supposed to die, Buffy was.
Spike walked around her and Faith panicked, her slayer sense activating as her attacker moved out of sight. She began to shift her body shakily, her hips swinging but her feet and arms staying in place. Desperate, she stilled her movement and began to pull on the chains anchoring her arms to the ceiling, hoping that the weight of her body would pull out the bolts. She pulled with all her strength, but the chain didn't budge.
Faith's breath was streaming out in harsh pants, and she was distantly aware of a low keening sound escaping from her parched lips. Suddenly she felt Spike's cold hand at her back. She froze, expecting the sharp pain of the knife. Spike whispered in her ear.
"Still now, luv." She felt the cold metal at her neck, at the hem of her shirt, and heard the ripping of fabric as her back was suddenly bared to the cool air. She exhaled and then held her breath, expecting a killing blow. Instead, she felt Spike's fingertips lingering over her shoulder blades.
"Beautiful…"
Faith gasped, her lungs desperate for air. Her body trembled, but she was beginning to get angry. She had expected death, but now Spike was just touching her. She tried to hold her tongue as his fingers trailed down her ribs, but she was never able to restrain her mouth.
"Well, are you going to kill me or what? Just do it if you have the balls." She winced at her own words, waiting for his attack, but instead he just laughed.
"That is not exactly what I had in mind, luv." He continued chuckling as he cut off her pants, her muscles jumping from the touch of the cold blade. He finished unclothing her, and he returned to face her, his gaze lingering over her nude form.
As his eyes caressed her skin, she felt her anger flow into something else. She could feel her body warm despite the cold of the room, and she blushed, amazed that her mortal fear had turned unbelievably into arousal. She shrugged, uncaring, knowing that for her, Slaying and sex were easily intertwined, and maybe this was part of that. She met Spike's gaze, her eyes bold as she smiled seductively at him.
"Now you are getting it, pet. Now, to make you scream."
Spike walked back to the bag, bent and stuck his knife hand in its black leather depths. She watched eagerly, anxious to see what was going to be pulled out, but pouted when he removed his hand without a thing in it.
"What, what the hell are you going to do- bore me to death?"
Spike chuckled. "Patience, Slayer. You're going to need it tonight." He moved to her.
Faith's already chilly tone turned icy. "Stay away from me, Spike. Whatever you're planning on doing, there's not a chance in hell."
Spike laughed and moved closer, so that his face was just inches from hers. She could feel his blue eyes probing her, searching, seeing all that the Slayer had been trying to hide. Her excitement, her joy at seeing the vampire again, all of these things were bared in front of the cocky figure standing inches from her naked skin.
Faith could feel the leather of his duster brushing her hips as Spike walked around her, his hand gently caressing her thigh. He stood behind her, his clothes roughly rubbing against her skin as he pulled her to him. She could feel his mouth brushing her ear as he whispered. "Now, Slayer, we both know that you are lying. I can feel you, hear your heart racing, smell you."
She felt him move and then gasped at the slick smoothness of a blindfold being knotted around her head. Faith's slayer senses automatically began to track Spike's movements.
Overlaying her hyper awareness were her other senses. She felt the touch of his clothes brushing her as he circled behind her. She smelled the lingering traces of cigarette smoke on him. She could hear his shoes sliding on the floor. The acrid, heavy taste of fear flooded her mouth, mingling with desire. But more than that, she could feel him, not with her skin, but with something inside herself that she had never felt the need to explore.
Spike placed a hand on her hip, his hard fingers tracing small circles, making her shiver even as she tried to pull away from him. His mouth moved from her ear to the slender nape of her neck, the lips just barely caressing the soft skin. Faith tried to tune out Spike's gentle murmurs, his teeth nibbling at the line of her hair, his fingers exploring the soft swell of her belly. She thought of only things that disgusted her. The whiny Scoobies, her sucker of a watcher. It worked for a moment; her body stilled as she concentrated on ignoring Spike ministrations.
She was summoning up the face of a slime-oozing Athcar demon when Spike used his tongue to trace a slippery trail down her spine. He knelt behind her, his hand grasping her tightly, and bit at the tender flesh at the base of her spine with blunt human teeth. Faith gasped as her mind cleared of all thoughts that didn't involve the creature on his knees behind her. She sighed and relaxed her body, giving herself over to the vampire who had her tied down. She felt Spike's mouth smile against her hip, and then he stood, jerking away from her abruptly.
Faith moaned against her will as Spike walked away from her, his footsteps echoing into the large kitchen. She heard rustling- the refrigerator door opening and closing- and then he returned. Her body tracked his every movement. Faith thought about the contents of her fridge, puzzled about what he could use any of them for. That's it, she thought, he tied me up here to pleasure me with an ancient bottle of mustard. She almost felt a laugh bubbling up, and quashed the impulse, knowing that now was not the time for humor. She sensed him standing before her, and her body tensed in anticipation.
She cried out as the first ice cube hit her stomach. The cold contrasted with the heat of her body, almost immediately melting and sending trails of water in small paths down her skin. The icy trail seared as it moved from her belly button to her hip and then up over her body. Spike place a hand on the small of her back to steady himself, and she sighed at the ice inched higher, up between her breasts, up to the nooks created by her collarbone. The cool wetness moved over her earlobe, tracing along the underneath of her jaw. The ice hit her mouth, the few drops of water trickling onto her tongue, sparking her thirst.
Faith's tongue darted out and flicked the cube, savoring the cool taste. Spike slid the cube into her mouth, letting her suck until the cube disappeared. Spike picked up another cube, and Faith shuddered as the cold trail continued under her hair and down her back, repeating the journey that his mouth had made just minutes before. Spike drew circles around the swelling of her cheeks, but quickly moved on, sensing the Slayer's impatience.
The vampire knelt before the brunette's open legs, teasing the mound of curly brown hair with the ice cube. Faith hissed as the now half-melted sliver slid between the folds of her womanhood and touched her clit. She thrust her hip forward, opening herself even further to Spike and he obliged her by moving the ice around her clit in circles until her heat had reduced the ice to the faintest traces of water.
Spike quickly retrieved another cube and this time inserted the cold ice fully into her, causing Faith to moan. For the first time, Faith allowed herself to murmur her lover's name. She could almost feel the bastard smile.
"See, Slayer. You can't resist me. You should have never tried." Faith flushed, not embarrassed by her intimacy with a killer, but by her need for him, a need that outweighed her pride.
Suddenly, her thoughts where disrupted when she felt Spike's cool lips on her, and his cold tongue plunged into her depths. He thrust into her a few times, sucking the cool water that dripped from her heat. Spike inserted another cube, and then returned to her clit. He sucked the tender flesh into his mouth, and Faith hissed as the sensitive bud hit against the ice cube hidden in his mouth. He nibbled at her, cold teeth and tongue teasing her.
Faith gyrated against her bonds, her entire soul consumed by the wave of cold pleasure emanating from her core. She felt herself building slowly towards climax, and she fought for orgasm, her hips pressing her mound hard against Spike's mouth. He moved his hand from her hips and grasped her ass, his hand kneading the tight flesh as a long finger dipped in between the two lobes.
The ice once again melted, the heat of Faith's body stronger than the utter lack of temperature generated by Spike. Faith felt her body driven towards release, and she longed to free her hands, to weave her fingers in Spike's hair, guide him to all the right points. But the chains held her still. She supposed that she could tell him that she wanted his teeth to close harder, more painfully, but that would be one more step closer to admitting that she wanted the vampire. She couldn't control her body, but she could control her tongue.
Just at the point where she thought she would scream in frustration, Spike withdrew his mouth from her. He rose and removed the blindfold, and stepped a few feet back, his eyes devouring the flushed and angry Slayer.
"What do you think you are doing? I'm not done!" Spike just smirked at her, and Faith did scream, her frustration echoing through the loft. Spike stood in front of her, his lips puckering as he sucked on the last of the ice.
"While that is technically a scream, that's not what I was hoping for." The vampire slid towards her until his cold mouth was against her ear. "Is this what you wanted from Angelus? Do you really think that he would have put this much effort into giving you pleasure?"
Faith shook her head, unable to find the right words. She was so angry at Spike, angry that he had so easily seduced her. She hung there, tied up against her will by a mortal enemy, and all she wanted was for him to continue, to finish what he had started.
She no longer had any interest in Buffy or Angel. She didn't even feel the hatred that usually consumed her when she thought of the two of them together, taunting her, tricking her. Right now, all that she could think about was Spike's nimble fingers and cool mouth. She wanted him, desperately, but she knew what he wanted. He wanted her to beg him, and she would rather hang, unsatisfied, rather than stoop to that level. So she kept her mouth shut and closed her eyes, her mind imagining the pleasure that might or might not follow.
When she opened her eyes again, Spike was sitting on the sofa, watching her. She smiled at him, "So, is that all you got, Spike? Not exactly earth shattering. You are going to have to do better than that to make me scream." She knew that she couldn't really bluff a creature that could sense her arousal, but at least she could show him that she really didn't care about him, or the acts that he had just performed on her.
"That sounds kinda like a challenge, Slayer." Spike's tone was serious.
"It kinda is, Vampire. You up to it?" She cast her eyes suggestively towards the bulge in his jeans.
"Always, but I had something else in mind, something more…adventurous." At Spike's words, Faith shifted her gaze to the black leather bag at his feet. She felt herself grow excited once more just imaging the items that were hidden in its black depths.
"I have an idea. How about you let me out of these chains and I'll show you a really good time?
"Not a chance, Slayer." Spike rose from the sofa and knelt by the black bag. He reached in and began to pull a few items out. The first was a slender gold chain, then a small black velvet bag. He stood up and Faith braced herself for the next onslaught of pleasure.
Spike stood before her, his eyes travelling over her flushed body. He held up the gold chain and she saw more clearly what he had planned. The chain was divided into three parts, two ending in a small metal clip and the third, longer, extending from the middle of the other two. The inside of the clips were lined in malleable rubber and it didn't take long for Faith to figure out just where those clips were going.
She was proved right when Spike ran his fingers over her tender nipples, his cool flesh causing them to tighten. He placed the clips over one nipple and then the other, the pain causing her to hiss. Spike took the other length of chain and wrapped it around his hand, tugging on it sharply. Faith moaned as the clips squeezed and pulled at her sensitive skin. She closed her eyes, her mind focusing on the pain and pleasure flowing from her breasts.
"Harder Spike," she commanded and he complied, jerking the chain. Faith gasped as her body convulsed, the pain becoming almost unbearable. This was the point that she always wanted to take things- pleasure to the point of pain- but rarely was she able to find any man brave enough to really play with her. Spike was proving a worthy lover.
She opened her eyes and met his penetrating gaze as he sporadically jerked the chain. Her nipples were now very sore, and each tug caused pain to extend from the swollen points. The moistness between her legs grew, and she longed to be stimulated there as well.
"Is this all that you are going to do, 'cause it's getting old." Spike shook his head and dropped the chain, the length of it swinging against her belly and between her legs. Faith's sensitive nerve endings leapt at each touch of the cold chain against her skin and she swivelled her body, her skin tingling at the chain's movement.
She watched Spike as he opened the black velvet bag and drew out its contents. In his hand was a slender gold vibrator, not much more than five inches long. Faith could not control the snicker that escaped her mouth.
"Please! You think that tiny thing can satisfy me? Or are you trying to disappoint me so that I'll be impressed when you finally get your jeans off?" Spike laughed at her dig, and turned the vibrator on. The purr of the motor teased her heightened senses.
"You seemed pretty impressed the last time I took my jeans off, luv. Besides, what do they say; it's not the size of the boat but the motion in the ocean? I think that you'll like this little guy's motion quite well."
He moved to her and gathered the gold chain in his hand. He placed the vibrator against the ring that connected the three strands and Faith giggled as the chain vibrated, tickling her. His long slender fingers drew the rod along the branched chains, placing it against one of the small clips. Faith moaned, the vibrations stimulating the sore flesh, her body awakening again, the ache between her legs growing as she longed for more.
She murmured her need to him, but Spike was content with teasing her, drawing out her distress by sliding the quivering metal from clip to clip, tormenting one nipple than the other. Soon, Faith was gasping, her calm obliterated by the sweet pain that moved from each tender nipple to her core.
She could feel herself drawn closer and closer to orgasm, but at each peak, when she was sure that release was within her grasp, Spike would move to the other breast, and the pleasure would just escalate more, until she felt almost close to that scream that she was determined to never release.
"Please, Spike," she moaned. "I need it." Spike ignored her and continued his torment, his mouth twisting into a triumphant smile when Faith threw her head back and her chest heaved with each gasping breath, only causing the chain to tighten, heightening the jolts of pleasure. He was sure that she was about to scream at any moment, and so he complied with her need, removing the vibrator from the chain and sliding it against her throbbing clit.
"Oh God, yes, Spike."
Faith came, her mouth opening to release her orgasm in a scream, but she clamped her teeth together, nearly biting off her tongue, determined to not let Spike win this little battle. She felt her own blood fill her mouth and she dropped her head, capturing Spike's gaze.
"Kiss me." Her tone left no room for argument and Spike placed his lips on hers. She opened her mouth to admit Spike's tongue and she let the blood that had gathered in her mouth flood into his as she kissed him with all of the pleasure that Spike had just released. Their tongues struggled against each other and Faith felt Spike's face shift.
He broke off the kiss suddenly and she stepped back from her, shaking off the demon's visage. She looked onto his now blue eyes and saw arousal there, as well as the bulge in his jeans. She watched with a bitter smile as his fought his need.
"Well, Spike. Who needs to scream now?" She laughed, as the bulge in his jeans seemed to grow painfully large. Spike stepped forward.
"Bitch." He backhanded her, causing her to moan as her lip split open. As Spike saw the trail of blood drip down her face he lost all control. He kissed her roughly, savoring the taste of her blood and quickly undid the buttons on his jeans, shoving them down so that they pooled around the tops of his boots. He cupped Faith's ass and ground her against his erection. She moaned at the pressure against her tender mound, and Spike laughed into her mouth.
Faith felt her body tightening and felt the overwhelming need to wrap her legs around Spike, pull him as close to her as possible. She pulled hard with her legs; her strength enhanced with need and felt a rush of triumph when the bolts ripped out of the floor, taking large chunks of wood with them.
She wrapped her legs around Spike and pulled him to her. Spike in return slammed his cock into her. Faith gasped, as she was battered open, her sensitive body pounded by his thrusts. She felt herself thrown towards climax, her mind and body unable to fight the waves of pleasure and pain that followed each of Spike's powerful thrusts. She could feel herself losing track of linear thought, her mind just barely centering on not screaming. Don't scream…so good…so hard.
"Spike, harder. Fuck me harder." Spike grunted in reply and his hands drifted down her legs to pull her ankles around his waist, positioning her so that his thrusts were deeper with every stroke.
Spike heard her moans at the new position and redoubled his efforts, rocking his hips. She felt the trembling start in her thighs, and knew that she was close. She struggled to keep herself under control. She closed her eyes and repeated to herself; don't scream.
Spike felt her body quiver and he growled, shoving his face into her neck. She felt the ridges replace his smooth forehead, and she gasped when she felt his bite, his fangs shredding her skin. She moaned as he drank, her body shaking from the pain of the wound and the pleasure of Spike's cock. She tried to concentrate on one or the other, the pain or the pleasure, but the sensations together were too much.
Spike removed one hand from her ass and slid it between them. He found her clit and squeezed and she exploded, her body shattering in Spike's arms. She tried to hold back, but her weakness gave her no will to fight. She opened her mouth and screamed, her cry sounding through the room.
Spike came, shooting inside her, his fangs moving against the wounds at her neck, slicing further. He stilled and withdrew his mouth from her neck and grinned at her, his face coated with blood. He kissed her smearing her own blood on her lips and let her go, swinging her body away from him. She was limp, her body exhausted, and she hung weakly, ignoring the pain in her arms, her mind focused on the twinges of pleasure that continued to fire throughout her body.
Spike stepped away from her, pulling up his jeans and fastening them around his waist. He placed his toys in his bag and zipped it up. He remained kneeling for a moment, his face serious in thought.
"Spike…" Her voice was weak. "Untie me…"
Spike looked at her, for the first time really meeting her eyes, his mind connecting with her. His eyes moved from her limp body to the gaping wound at her neck. She could see his indecision. He was still mad at her for the kiss that had made him lose control, but she hoped that he would not just leave her hanging there. She was still bleeding and she was not sure she would get help before she bled to death.
"Please, Spike." She was frightened by his silence. He looked at her, and seemed to come to some sort of decision. He reached up and unhooked her arms from the ceiling, catching her in his arms as her knees buckled, unable to support her weight.
The vampire lifted her up, sliding one arm under her legs and the other around her back and carried her to the couch, setting her down almost lovingly. She laid her head back against the pillows and closed her eyes. They fluttered open when she felt something pressed into her hand.
"It's a towel, for your neck." Faith nodded weakly and pressed it to the wound. She watched as Spike walked across the room. He picked up the cordless phone and placed it on the table next to the couch and then he went into the bedroom, lifting a blanket from the chair before he returned to her, tucking it around her. She watched him in amazement, some untouched part of her aching from his kindness.
"Call an ambulance after I leave." He stared at her, perhaps waiting for some sort of smartassed reply. She only nodded weakly, and he picked up his bag, pulling it over his shoulder. He opened the door, then paused, his eyes flicking back to ensnare hers.
"Faith…"
She smiled at the gentle sound of his voice. "Yeah?"
He grinned back at her. "Thanks for the scream." He turned and walked out the door, shutting it firmly behind him. She waited for a moment, long enough for him to get out of the building, and then she called the Mayor. She spoke briefly and then put down the phone, barely hearing the tinny voice rising from the earpiece. She closed her eyes and waited for him to find her.
THE END...For Now
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