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This is for Good Chelle who guessed the mystery guess in "Two Whiny Slayers.
Willow paced the garish room, her high heels clacking on the stone tile floor. Every time she faced the wall of mirrors she saw that she was more angry. A glance at her watch showed her that it was nearly half past eleven.
"He better bloody well show up tonight," she muttered as she smacked her thigh with her clenched hand.
After a few more passes around the room, she sank down onto a red leather ottoman and crossed her arms over her heaving chest.
"Damn him."
~~~~~
"Oh Buffy, thank God you're here." Willow dragged Buffy out of the morning sun and down the hall to her bedroom. It was Saturday morning and Willow had only slept for a few fitful hours.
"Will, what's wrong?"
Willow paced, her face frantic. "Spike never came last night. We had a date to go to that new coffee house and listen to poetry. I know, Spike and poetry, they don't usually mix, but last week I let him pick and we ended up at this horrible punk revival, so this week I got to pick, and I know sometimes he can't get away, but he calls me when that happens. You didn't slay him, did you?"
Buffy couldn't help but laugh, then sobered up at the angry look her best friend shot her. "Of course I didn't slay him. I do know what he was doing last night."
"What?" Willow demanded. "Oh, yeah, sure, 'cause of Angel and fucking him."
"Well, trying to fuck him," Buffy replied in a sour voice. At Willow's confused look, she continued. "Angel crawled through my window at two o'clock this morning, flopped on top of me and groped me for about two minutes before passing out."
"Huh?" Willow stopped pacing and sat on her desk chair.
"He was drunk, blind, stinking drunk."
"I didn't think vampires could get drunk."
"Apparently about five bottles of tequila will get even the soberest vampire drunk." Buffy made a sound of disgust. "I finally got him to wake up about thirty minutes before the sun rose. In between groaning in pain and trying to get me to kiss his cock because, and I quote, it would make him feel all better, I found out that he and Spike spent the evening getting wasted because Dru made them play Barbie with her all day."
"When did Dru get Barbies?"
"Apparently she discovered Toys R Us a few weeks ago and decided that dolls with big tits are much more fun than Miss Edith and her gang of china twits."
"So, Spike got drunk," Willow said in a flat voice, her nostrils flaring.
"He never showed up here?"
"No."
Buffy gave her an apologetic look. "Well, he probably wouldn't have been of any use if he had."
"I was worried sick," Willow yelled, then lowered her voice to a hiss. "Oh, he's going to regret that."
Raising her eyebrows at Willow's anger, Buffy began to smirk. It was about time Willow got angry about being stood up by Spike. This wasn't the first time, and, although he usually did call, Buffy knew it hurt her friend that he spent more time with Drusilla and Angel than he did with her.
Stomping over to her closet, Willow flung it open and dug out a gym bag.
"You're going to go work out?"
Smiling grimly, Willow opened the bag and displayed the contents for Buffy.
"Oh, my, Will." Buffy laughed.
~~~~~
So at ten o'clock, on Saturday night, Willow had taped a note to her door for Spike to join her at a certain address, before taking her bag of goodies and leaving. Now, she waited, with growing impatience.
*****
Spike glanced at the door marked only with a discreet plaque reading 291 Haver Street, then squinted at the piece of paper. It read the same thing. Spike had been a little disconcerted to find Willow gone. He knew she was probably a little upset because he hadn't shown up the night before.
The first thought he had about calling her had been when Angel had stumbled out of the mansion with some vague intention of banging the slayer. Unfortunately, at that point Spike had barely been able to remember his own name let alone Willow's last name or phone number.
Running his hand through his hair a little sheepishly, Spike wondered what she had set up here. The note said to knock on the door and ask for Scarlett. So, raising his hand, Spike knocked.
Two minutes later, he stood before a door in a dimly lit hallway. A stately butler--straight out of something from Masterpiece Theatre--had escorted him up an elegant staircase to this door. Hesitantly Spike knocked.
*****
Nearly jumping out of her skin at the sound of a knock, Willow got herself under control and rose to her feet. "Enter."
The door opened and Spike stepped in. His mouth fell open and he gaped at the sight before him. "Willow?" She stood there, her feet and shapely legs encased in spike- heeled, black leather boots that ended above her knee. Black stockings covered her thighs to the black garters that framed her lovely red curls. A black satin corset cinched her waist in and ended below her pink-tipped breasts, mounding them high.
In one hand was a wicked looking riding crop.
Closing the door behind him, Spike leaned against it, stunned. Finally he was able to shift his eyes from her to take in the room. One wall was covered in mirrors, the floor was gray stone, there was a four poster bed draped in red satin, and ominously enough there was a pole in the middle of the room from which dangled leather studded manacles.
"Um, Willow?"
She glared at him, her lips pursed together.
Spike tried to lighten the mood. "Let me guess. You're pissed off about last night."
She responded in a clipped voice. "Get undressed, everything, now."
Stiffening, Spike pushed away from the door, a frown crossing his face. "Pet, I'm not going to let you spank me like a child."
"Do I look like I'm ready to spank a child? Undress, now," she answered sharply, smacking the crop against her leg.
"What the Hell is this place?"
"A very exclusive club. Cordelia paid my membership. There's the main room downstairs with a bar, or you can reserve rooms up here for private...meetings."
"You've been here before," he stated in a cold voice.
"With Cordelia."
"And have you let any one else, any man, touch you?"
The threat in his voice made her even angrier, but also sent a thrill of pleasure through her. "Undress, Spike."
"Have you?" he demanded, reaching for her, suddenly full of jealousy that other men might have seen her like this, touched her naked skin, beaten her beautiful ass.
Backing away from him, Willow relented. "I've been here in the submissive role. Only Cordy's touched me. We have parents, you know. When they're around, they do have ears. We had to find a place to go to...indulge ourselves."
Spike's jealousy began to fade and he smirked. "You're beautiful, luv."
"I'm pissed," she snapped back.
"Let me make it up to you, luv. Let me make love to you."
"Oh, sure, that will make it all better."
He winced at her sarcasm and tried to explain. "I had to drink with Angel, to keep him from getting suspicious."
"You didn't want to go to the coffee house with me," Willow accused.
"No, that wasn't it at all," Spike replied a little lamely.
"I stayed up most of the night, worried that you'd been caught sneaking out, that they were torturing you or...or killing you, and there you were having a great time with prick boy!"
"Willow...let me make it okay," he finally said, giving in to her anger.
"That's all I want, Spike. For you to make it better. And do you know what will make it better?"
He snorted and glowered at the crop. "I can guess." With a great sigh, he started to remove his clothes. Pulling off his jeans, he revealed his cock, which had been hard since the first sight of her.
Smiling in pleasure, Willow reached for something on the bed, then dangled it in front of his face.
Spike shook his head firmly and made a decisive gesture with his hands. "No way. I am not putting that torture chamber on little spike."
"Put it on," Willow demanded in a hard, nasty voice.
Frowning Spike took the leather, studded device and carefully strapped it around his erection, separating his balls with one piece of leather, and covering the head with another, effectively sheathing his cock.
Kneeling, Willow made sure the straps were nice and snug, then hung small weights from his balls and the tip.
Spike groaned as the weights pulled down, stretching his tender parts. "Where the fuck did you get this shit?"
"Internet. You need to listen better, Spike. Cordy got us fake ids and she has her own credit card. She got it for Xander, but hasn't had a chance to use it." She rose back to her feet, smiling. "Very nice. Looks nice and constraining."
"It's a pip." Sarcasm dripped from his voice, but Willow ignored him, slowly circling him.
"Bend over and grab your ankles," she said in a husky voice.
Rolling his eyes and sighing dramatically, Spike obeyed, his limber body easily assuming the desired position.
Smiling even more at the sight of his white ass thrusting into the air, Willow ran her hand over his hard flesh and felt heat swell between her legs. "Keep your hands around your ankles."
Spike explained in a patient voice, "Luv, you're not going to hurt me very much."
"Oh, I know you feel pain. It just fades quickly. So...I won't give you the respite you give me." Lifting the crop, Willow brought it down hard across the highest point of his ass, leaving a lovely pink stripe. Quickly, she hit him again, this time across the upper thighs and he shifted on his feet, spreading them wider to balance better.
As her pussy grew warmer and moister, Willow proceeded to beat Spike hard and fast, raining the blows down and delighting in the clenching of his buttocks and the trembling of his thighs. Slashing him hard across his puckered anus, Willow heard him hiss in pain and his feet danced.
"Oh, yeah, this hurts," she murmured gleefully, feeling extremely powerful.
"How long?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Oh, this is just to warm you up, lover," she teased and hit him several more times, until he stumbled forward slightly and nearly let go of his ankles.
Breathing hard from exertion, Willow tossed the crop aside and ran her hands over his reddened ass. He had obviously fed before coming to her. "Hurts?"
"Yes," he growled.
Glancing around to his front, Willow was able to see that his cock was still erect in its leather cage. "Still turned on, though." Walking over to the gym bag, she pulled out a wooden paddle that had most recently warmed her own ass. Smacking it against her hand, she strolled back over to Spike.
He caught a glimpse of the paddle and groaned. "Luv, isn't it time for me to make you come nice?"
"It won't stop me from using this on you. Your choice, Spike. Do you want it all at once or do you want your ass to heal only to have it bruised again?"
He groaned again. "All at once."
"Smart answer." Willow brought the paddle cracking across one cheek and he yowled, his hand flying back to rub the sore spot. "Put your hand down," she warned.
"That hurt," he hissed, slowly lowering his hand back to his ankle as his buttocks clenched tighter in reaction.
Smiling at his obedience and slight whine, Willow hit his other cheek, sending him stumbling forward an inch. Placing her hand on the small of his back to steady him, she proceeded to hit him six more times with the wooden paddle, leaving large red marks on his trembling ass.
Pulling back from him, Willow returned the paddle to the bag and picked the crop back up. Moving to the bed, she stretched out on her back, propped against the padded headboard. She was trembling with lust, her pussy soaking.
"Come here."
Rising slowly, Spike stretched his strained muscles and turned. His eyes narrowed at the sight of her and his cock thrust against its restraints. Wincing in pain, he hobbled over to the bed and crawled onto it.
Willow ran the crop down his chest, then used it to gesture for him to get between her spread legs. As he complied, she swished the crop across his nipples until he moaned.
"Make me come."
Dipping his head, Spike buried his mouth in her dripping pussy. He circled her throbbing clit with his tongue and scraped her labia with his teeth as she bucked against him, drenching his face in her flowing juices.
"Spike," she wailed as the orgasm she had been on the edge of having since the first smack on his ass, crashed through her. As she came, she brought the crop down across his back. "More," she begged hoarsely.
Opening her farther with his hands, Spike lapped hungrily at her clit, then ran his tongue lower. Sliding it inside her vagina, he licked and sucked at her sensitive opening. Moaning in pleasure, Willow bounced on the bed, her hips rising and falling with his tongue. As one hand pinched her erect nipples, the other brought the crop down again.
Hissing, Spike sucked harder, finding her clit and worrying it between his teeth. Pressing her silk clad thighs against his head, Willow arched her back and screamed his name as she came again, shuddering in release.
Feeling her collapse beneath him, Spike lifted his head, placing delicate kisses on her thighs and stomach as he listened to her pant. As he raised to his knees, he winced at the pain in his ass, although it was fading quickly.
Smiling languidly, Willow looked up at him. "Oh, that was wonderful."
"For you."
Her eyes dropped to his straining cock and she grinned wickedly, feeling her desire return. "Does little spike want to fuck?" she teased.
He replied caustically, "Does little Willow realize just how easily I could turn the tables on her? That wooden paddle would look very good on your ass right now, luv."
Sitting up, Willow grabbed his hand and pulled him up beside her. "Maybe later," she murmured against his mouth, before kissing him deeply. As their tongues thrust against each other, her hands slid down to free his cock.
As soon as the sheath was off, Spike shoved her backwards and crawled between her legs. Burying his hungry mouth in the hollow of her throat, he impaled her on his cock, grabbing her hips to jerk her against him.
Willow whimpered in pleasure and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he fucked her savagely.
"Fuck me," she babbled, delirious with lust. "Harder, harder, make me come."
Growling, Spike slammed his cock harder, driving her against the headboard and into the mattress, his ass churning fast and furious. There was no delicacy, no tenderness, only animalistic need.
Meeting his thrusts, Willow slapped her pelvis against him, grinding her clit on his pubic bone, loving the feel of his cock pounding into her grasping pussy.
Throwing his head back, Spike growled in pleasure and came, splashing his semen into her depths. Sobbing, Willow ground against him, her legs wrapping around his waist, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as her own climax swamped her.
They sank together, exhausted, Spike still inside her and half-sprawled across her heaving breasts.
After ten minutes, Spike roused himself enough to pull his softened cock from her twitching pussy and roll off her. He winced as his ass touched the satin, then turned onto his hip to look down at her.
Willow's eyes were closed, her lips slack, her breasts still rising and falling at an uneven pace, her skin glistening with perspiration. The scent of sex was heavy in the air.
"Willow?"
Slowly she opened her eyes and focused on her lover.
"I'm sorry."
At the sincerity in his voice, Willow smiled and caressed his cheek with one trembling hand. "You're just saying that because you don't want another whipping." She kept her voice light, but there was a tremor of longing in it.
Catching her hand, he placed a delicate kiss on her palm, then sucked on her pinky finger. "I'm saying it because I love you," he replied softly. Leaning down, he kissed her tenderly. "I was wrong for standing you up and not calling, and I'm sorry."
"Oh, Spike," she sighed, snuggling against him. "Is your bottom okay?"
He couldn't help but smile at her hesitant question. "My ass is fine, luv. Feel free to beat it again if it makes you fuck like that."
Making an exasperated noise, Willow smacked him across the chest, then buried her mouth in his neck, sucking lustily. "Horny devil," she muttered.
"Let me show you just how horny, my sweet little dominatrix," he replied, grinning as his cock surged to another erection against her thigh. Grabbing the crop, he shoved it into her hand.
Sighing in fake resignation, Willow rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide. "Oh dear, I seem to have created a monster."
End