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For Tali, who got flamed for a wonderful story she wrote for me. I'm so sorry and may the flamer rot in hell, Acathla's fucktoy for all eternity. Hope this little smutfic makes you feel better!
"Oh no."
Spike groaned and buried his face in a pillow. Every time Willow said something like that while at her computer, they ended up having sex to cheer someone up.
Not that he really minded...
Oh, fuck it...
"Yes, pet?" Spike mumbled into the pillow
Willow spun around and addressed the back of his head in an agitated fashion. "Someone flamed Tali for the story she wrote to cheer Laure up."
"Huh?" One eye peeked up at the flame-haired goddess sitting at her computer wearing only a pair of pink panties.
"You know, her series in which I'm really evil and Buffy gets tortured a lot."
"You know I don't read anything that I'm not in," Spike whined.
"That doesn't matter," Willow replied in exasperation. "The important part is that someone dared flame her and now she's depressed."
"Laure."
"NO! Tali. Pay attention."
At her snippy tone, Spike raised his head and glared at her. "So, what are we supposed to do about it?" As if he didn't know.
Willow flushed a pretty color and rose to her feet, then shimmied out of her panties. "Um, well you did mention letting me tie you up."
As Willow delved into the drawer in her nightstand, Spike rolled onto his back, sighing. "Do we ever get to have sex just for us?"
"You're being awfully whiny tonight, Spike." She began to drop various sex toys on his firm stomach, then dangled a set of leather double cuffs in front of his face. "Let's see how limber you are."
With Spike's ready compliance it was a quick task to cuff his ankles to his wrists and hook them over his head to the bedposts. Willow shoved the rest of the toys onto the floor in easy reach.
"You're lucky I don't have to breathe, luv."
Kneeling on the bed, Willow smiled at him, looking up his body between his spread legs. His cock was rock hard, angling up his stomach and his hips were rolled up, just the way she wanted them.
Whistling a jaunty tune, Willow pulled her prize out of the drawer and put it on. A soft leather harness with a natural looking, eight inch vibrating dildo. She smeared strawberry lube on it, then covered her finger and wormed it into his anus.
Flipping the on switch, Willow moaned at the sensations on her clit, then positioned herself. "Ready lover?"
"Where did you get all this stuff?"
"Internet. Ready?" Her hands squeezed his tight ass and she rubbed the dildo against his cock, making him groan.
"Fuck me, luv," he begged.
"Okay." Grinning, Willow leaned forward and thrust the fake cock to the hilt, making Spike grunt with pleasure and pain.
"Do it hard, luv."
"Was that a whine?" she teased, then whimpered at the vibrations going through her clit. Squirming, she pulled back and thrust again. Bracing her hands against the backs of his thighs, Willow thrust at an ever increasing pace to match her growing passion.
Leaning forward on a hard thrust, she rubbed her stomach against Spike's throbbing cock, making him groan and buck against her.
"Like that, lover?" Willow asked, repeating the move.
"Fuck...pet..." The bed bounced as he twisted in the leather restraints and slapped his ass against her pelvis.
Moaning, Willow ground against the vibrating end as she shoved the dildo hard and fast. Just as she felt the tension inside her reaching the breaking point, she pulled the dildo out.
Scrambling up the bed, her whole body shaking, Willow freed Spike's ankles and jerked them down. Quickly straddling him, she impaled her hot pussy on his marble hard cock.
Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she slammed herself down on him and yelled his name as she came, her body spasming out of control from the sensations of a hard cock inside her and the vibrator against her tender clit.
Looking down at her trembling on top of him, Spike watched her fake cock shake and groaned her name, arching his hips against her.
Realizing he was about to come, Willow scrambled off of him and collapsed on her back across the foot of the bed.
"WILLOW," he howled.
A trembling hand turned off the vibrator, then Willow rolled on her side and watched his cock thrusting into the air as she came down from her climax.
"Um, that was wonderful, lover."
He threatened this time. "Willow."
"Hmm?" Languidly she rose to her knees and smiled down at his angry, lust-filled face. "Oh dear."
Spike pulled on the restraints and narrowed his eyes, wondering how far she would push this. He could easily break the bonds, and he knew she knew that. Taking a metaphorical deep breath, he tried to concentrate on something nasty.
Santa Claus...snow...little, funny looking elves in curly toed shoes...children with sticky candy canes bouncing on Santa's knee...a naked red-haired elf bouncing on Santa's knee...Fuck...
Giggling slightly at the look of frustration on Spike's face, Willow slid from the bed and removed the harness, then walked over to her closet. Bending over, she wiggled her ass in the air as she looked for that new butt plug Cordelia had given her the week before.
As he watched her wiggle, Spike groaned and gave up. Flexing his arms, he tore his wrists through the cuffs and bounded off the bed. Before Willow even realized he was free, he grabbed her around the waist and tumbled her into the closet.
Yelping, Willow fell on her hands and knees amongst her shoes. "Spike," she cried as he covered her back, his hands shoving her legs apart.
"You tease, you get fucked," he growled and slammed his cock into her dripping pussy.
"Ohhhh, shit," she groaned, grinding back against him as her head fell forward onto her leather boots. Inhaling deeply, she shuddered in pleasure as he pounded into her at a quick pace, driving her deeper into the closet.
When her forehead touched the back wall, all she could do was shove back. Flesh smacked flesh and her loud panting filled the confined space.
Leaning forward, Spike caught the nape of her neck between his teeth and bit gently, not breaking the skin.
A thrill of pleasure ran through Willow and she arched against his mouth. "Bite me," she begged.
With a growl, Spike let himself go and sank his fangs into her neck as his cock exploded into orgasm. As her hot blood slid over his tongue and down his throat, his cold semen filled her twitching pussy.
Moaning, Willow came, bucking against him as he fed from her, her pleasure sending heat through her shuddering body.
Slowly they sank together onto their sides. As he pulled his fangs, free and gently lapped the trickle of blood from Willow's neck, Spike wrapped one arm around her waist.
"I love you, Willow," he murmured against her throat, feeling her pulse racing beneath his lips.
Realizing they were half in her closet, Spike rose to his knees, then scooped her limp body into his arms. Hitting the light switch, he plunged the room into darkness, lit only by the glow from her screen saver--Monty Python naked can can girls.
Laying her on the bed, he slid in beside her and pulled the blankets over them. Willow curled up against him, half asleep.
"Didya break m'cuffs?" she mumbled.
"I'll buy you new ones, luv...Maybe some real manacles. Always did have a thing for chains," he said with a grin.
"Spike in chains...umm...gonna have nice dreams," she whispered as she drifted off to sleep.
"Or Willow in chains. I wonder if there are any load bearing beams in the ceiling?"
End