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SPECIAL NOTE: I had my first flame from someone who takes a strong stand on the issue of rape and how could I as a female writer "think this is acceptable "and "why is it so acceptable in fanfic". I have a few words for people like that... Spuffy fanfic sites have MANY stories that deal with rape and I bet there isn't an author out there who intends to upset anyone with their work. Bear that in mind as I will delete flames (only), not negative reviews, not criticism, not constructive criticism and I won't apologize or defend my decision or for anything I've written, no author should.
A/N: I realize that it’s been a few days since I posted last, unfortunately life happens as it usually does (I got victimized by Internet fraud and had to deal with a mess to recover $1500 of my $) AND while it did my muse cut out on me. Add in the fact my father puts me to work every time I visit and the muse was not ‘amused’. Incidentally, my dad is 78 y/o, lives by himself and has been suffering from a rare degenerative nerve disease the last 10 years. I felt the need to mention this, not for sympathy but only b/c he lives alone and has a hard time doing things for himself, therefore when I show up, there’s always a long list of things needing to be done. Though to some an explanation may not be necessary, I thought it best to put it out there anyway. I’d really like to thank everyone whose continued to review my work: Kar, Bri, Meg, cordykitten, Riahannon, blondiebear, brat, dusty273, klylu, luxferi, golddrake, daisy, PhotographyNut, Renee, MidnightGirl, Irishwoman39, Dolau, sarah g, Taylormaid, and CrazyInLoveWithSpike who I know is ready to strangle me. There are many more out there of course, but the list was getting long so I’ll just send a big hug out to everyone here. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE read the A/N at the end of the chapter when you’re finished reading, thanks.
And he was an actor… a really good actor…………………………………

Lorne had coached William in body language and verbal skills among other things. His first ‘experience’ working for Lorne had been for one whiney annoying Harmony Kendall. She was easy on the eyes and even easier to employ his acting skills on; hell she was just plain easy. His ears, however, couldn’t take it anymore after her fifth request of him. Lorne luckily replaced him, moving him onto more challenging ‘situations’ until his confidence grew and eventually gave way to cockiness. Lorne had to admit that their deal was working out nicely for both of them but never gave William more work than necessary, knowing how he felt inside about it.

Lorne’s other training had been for William to develop an alter ego…Spike. A dash of attitude, some black clothing and a couple bottles of bleach later had Lorne cracking jokes with him about playing for the other team.

William adopted ‘Spike’ and quickly learned to rely on him as a way of separating himself when dealing with clients. He was an iron mask with which to shield the emotions that could run amok from the acts committed in front of William. It kept his sanity in check though he felt sure he was going to pay dearly in hell for his sins when he died. By day he was William, a simple man with a passion for cooking, by night Spike… confident, sexy and supremely skilled in the bedroom. Spike reveled in the ability to bring any women to the height of her sexuality, though to William it never held any real meaning.

Since the inception of Spike, William essentially damned himself to loneliness and longing for something he was sure he would never deserve; someone who he could give his heart to and who would take care of his in return. Well, not while in this business and that’s where Spike came in handy, detaching himself and facing the reality of what he had to do to survive. These weren’t human beings he slept with, these women were paying for his talents and the use of his body not even caring that it left him feeling used, dirty, and empty inside. No, he simply couldn’t entertain the idea of ever having someone special in his life. William didn’t deserve love because of what Spike had to do for the both of them and no woman deserved what would be left over of either of them.

Still, William constantly thought about the lovely creature named Buffy every second of every moment since seeing her at The Hide-a-way. Sure, he’d been with lots of beautiful women and she should have been just another pretty face, but something about her had captured him from the moment he’d laid eyes on her. Watching her dance with Lorne, laughing away carelessly with him as they joked, everything from her warm smile to the way she moved and held herself had called out to him.

On more than a few occasions, he imagined actually meeting her under different circumstances. Would she like him, could she like him? William would probably be too shy for her but ‘Spike’ could woo and seduce her with practiced words. In the end he always discarded the silly thoughts, knowing they would lead to nowhere except a dead end road of useless hope.

After he settled inside Buffy's bedroom, Spike found himself genuinely smiling every time the silence broke with the soft sound of her sleep-filled murmuring. From the sprawling tan chaise lounge where he chose to sit and wait, he couldn't help but notice how small her form looked in the giant bed and wondered what it would feel like to hold her as she slept. Once she rose to stretch herself awake, the sunlight from her window surrounded her figure, giving her silhouette the outward appearance of an angel… all radiant, glowing and… effulgent.

Lorne had given him the rundown of what scenario would appeal to her physical nature… that was standard for any client that willingly sang for him. But it was what he said afterwards that piqued Spike's interest when he prodded Lorne to know more of what he'd discovered:

“Let’s just say she’s a woman with a tremendous capacity for passion that once unleashed would rival even the likes of a 17th century courtesan. Here's the thing my friend, you know her past lovers weren't, well, adequate in their abilities when it came to her. It's neither hers NOR their fault when it boils right down to it. The boyfriend she's currently preparing to drop like a bad habit is the straw that broke the camel's back so to speak, THUS bringing her to us. She's… special. Unique in such a way that not only does she harbor desires no man has ever fulfilled, but so secret some of these desires are that even she is unaware of them. And before you ask it's a flat out NO, even I can't see everything. That being the case, it's going to take some, oh, how shall I put this delicately… forceful coaxing to bring it to her attention. She needs the right key to unlock this side of her and I firmly believe that you Spike, the Don Juan incarnate, holds that key. I must warn you however to be cautious, especially should you succeed. Be careful with the time you spend with her… for both your sakes."

That's what had Spike the most mystified and compelled to see this ‘job’ through. He got the impression from Lorne that she would not only pose his greatest challenge but that she should be considered somehow dangerous. He laughed at the absurdity of the idea and brushed it aside. Though Spike had all but begged for any more information, Lorne had assured he told him all he needed to know.

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“No name huh? What should I call you then…pet? Luv? Goldilocks?” He finished this last word by running a hand over her golden mane and down to hover near her left breast. He looked deep into her eyes noticing their beautiful green hue up close, like creamy jade with flecks of gold. God a man could get lost in those eyes. Studying her face for a moment longer, he nodded slightly, “Right then.”

Pulling back, he quickly scolded himself. She was a job, nothing more than another month’s rent. She was using him like all the rest… for her own ends. He always derived the physical pleasure associated with this profession, obviously, but that was all he ever allowed. Feelings and emotions could never take part in his work or his outside life; it was a forbidden indulgence that could only end in disaster.

Taking a step towards Buffy, she halted him with her words.

“Get away from me or I swear to god…I’ll-” Spike glared at her harshly, then interrupted.

“Oh, Ms. DESPERATE here has a sassy lil mouth.” Coming to stand in her personal space, he leaned in so their noses were mere millimeters from each other.

“I’ve got just the thing that’ll shut that sassing gob up of yours up…. put those pretty lil lips ‘f yours to better use.” He pressed his tongue behind his teeth and sneered as his implication was not lost on her.

“Oh God!” It suddenly dawned on her and her eyes went comically wide. This was no intruder at all, this had to be Lorne’s ‘employee’. “You’re, y-you’re…”

“Gonna take what I want, and there’s nuthin you can… or will do 'bout it.” He lowered his voice to a whisper and waggled his eyebrows at her. “C’ept enjoy it maybe. Now be a good little chit and I promise to make it hurt in ALL the wrong places.” He swiveled his hips against her to emphasize his point, hoping that she understood now who he was and that he would not engage her in anything that she wasn't to be a willing participant.

He smiled inside when her eyes widened and lips parted in astonishment. Taking this as a sure sign she knew what he was here for he braved the small gap between them. His tongue came out and slowly caressed the length of her bottom lip, giving her ample time to pull away if she wanted.

Oh, oh that tongue, I wonder how... if he would… As she continued to wander down a mental road that held an image of his platinum head between her thighs, she nearly groaned aloud when he sucked on her lip.

Feeling sure he’d have her bedded and screaming his name in no time, he continued the assault on her mouth by sucking on her lip gently, pulling it back with his teeth to release it. Pleased by the moans that escaped her, he came at her again, this time treating her upper lip with the same affection.

Spike felt her resolve and fear begin to drain within seconds and was grateful, he didn't want to use fear as the weapon to bring out whatever manner of vixen lay beneath the surface named Buffy despite Lorne's instructions. He brought his hand up to cup her face gently. Yes, he would try being gentle with her first, see if this avenue worked to her liking before taking the lead. His fingers wound in the hair at her nape as he lightly stroked her cheek with his thumb.

From the moment she felt his gentle touch on her face, she couldn't help but to respond. She trapped his bottom lip between hers mimicking his moves and sucked at it tenderly, letting her tongue lick back and forth that portion she held inside her mouth. Her legs weakened the more he teased and played with her, sometimes pulling back before she could reach him again. She'd never really placed that much importance on kissing before, but the way this man lavished his talents soon had her re-thinking her position on it.

She heard a low rumbling sound come from him, almost like a deep purring. The vibrations it sent through her mouth had shot through the rest of her body like lightning, ending with a rush of warm liquid that filled her silk thong. It shocked her, how her body had reacted. It felt wonderful and yet strange at the same time. What's happening to me?

When Spike felt his lip pulled inside her warm mouth he knew he was at her mercy. The tickling of her tongue was pure bliss and made him even harder if it were possible at this point. He couldn't help but to groan into her mouth while fighting the urge to ravish her lips with his.

That feeling grew stronger and stronger with each passing sweep of her tongue. Seconds before he knew his will would snap, he heard her breathe hitch in her throat and felt her body go rigid. Hoping he'd done nothing wrong and wanting her to continue, he gripped her waist with his free hand and held them both still, pulling back to look at her face.

Buffy suddenly felt as if she wasn't in control of her body or her mind at this point, and it frightened her. This was unfamiliar territory for a woman who was continually in charge of her actions. She was a heavily guarded person especially with her emotions and especially with the male species. Was she turned-on? Hell yes, more than turned on but not being in command of her senses, responding rather than thinking about what she was doing completely unsettling her. Feeling as if Spike suddenly had all the power she stiffened. When he grabbed her waist, she panicked even further and brought both hands up to his chest to prevent giving in and giving over to the moment, afraid of what might happen if she did.

You're paying for this remember? This IS what you wanted, right? For a man to take control, have his wicked way with us. Any of this ring a bell? Of all the moments she chose to rear her perverse head this was one time Buffy did not want to hear from the inner-slut.

This is wrong. She argued.

For who? You or him?

What do you mean? For me of course! Where in hell had that come from, wrong for him? He was an escort after all, a prostitute, a whore. He's being paid for this for Christ's sake, he held no emotions in the situation, it's what he does… right?

Now her fears turned to confusion. She knew that she had no right to worry over Spike feeling anything, it should be the last thing on her mind… but there it was. Oh my God, I'm no better than him.

"What is it?" Spike's concern clearly marred his looks.

She almost forgot he was there, so engrossed by the conflicting thoughts.

This was a mistake. He may be what he is but I'm supporting it, all because I want to get laid. God I'm horrible, buying a person as if they were a sweater out of some catalog.

"Ican'tdothis." She blurted this thought out-loud, hoping it would aide in her decision to put an end to this charade.

Spike was instantly shocked and upset at her words. A flicker of anger quickly rose up in its place thinking that perhaps she felt guilty that she still had a boyfriend. If that was it then why was he even here? The git obviously didn't take care of her needs and Spike knew that he could, had been dreaming about giving the little blonde a good seeing to, had wanted it, wanted her so badly that he took her rejection personally.

"Oh, I see. This is about HIM isn't it?"

"What?" She threw him a confused look. "Who?" Then it dawned on her that she had discussed Riley with Lorne and he must have passed on that information to Spike.

"No… God no!" taken aback by his insinuating question. What did he care about her personal life anyway?

"It's not like that." Was he bringing her unethical behavior to light? He couldn't be that would make no sense since he himself was the very epitome of depravity in his line of work. Whatever his reasons, he had no right.

"Isn't it? Look, if you’re feelin’ guilty 'bout Captain Cardboard then you're just wasting your money and both our time. He's not here right now, I AM!" He raised his voice as his anger started getting the best of him. If she just gave him a chance, he would make her forget all about him.

"He's not what you want." Back pedaling as soon as he saw her physically flinch from his outburst, he felt remorse for scaring her and immediately softened his tone, "Not what you need."

Deciding a different approach was necessary; he chose his next words carefully.

"S'not his fault you know, or any of the other blokes you've been with. They were too foolish to see what they had, too dumb to know what to do, too selfish to truly appreciate the woman within." He paused to gauge her reaction. When he saw that he had her attention, he spoke again with pure conviction in his voice.

"Mark my words Miss Summers… I won't be making that mistake tonight. You're a treasure far too precious for anything less than complete worship.

"I'm sorry, but… I don't think I can do this. It's not," Still struggling with her earlier thoughts, she sensed the truth behind some of his words but remained unsure who this was more demoralizing for… her or him.

"Tha's your problem right there. DON'T. Think. Jus' feel, s'all you gotta do." Despite whatever reservations she still had, he'd be damned if he would let them get in the way now, he simply wanted her too much. Between his raging hard-on and the fantasies that occupied his thoughts these last few days, he didn't want to break down and beg like a child.

In an effort to quiet her protests he placed his hands over top hers and stroked them softly with his thumbs. She looked as if a battle were warring in her head so he calculated his next few moves and prayed they would sway her.

All she could do was stare at him. His eyes softened as he spoke and she swore he meant every word. He'd come right out and said she was worthy of better treatment than any of her past lovers had given her. He also sounded dead serious when more or less stating his promise to take care of her with no thought to himself. Somewhere deep inside she knew she had nothing to lose, and the way he was looking at her now would surely make her crumble. She watched as he cocked his head to one side and noted how expressive his face became. It was a look that bordered somewhere between concern and lust.

Studying her closely, he slowly raised her hands to his mouth. He kissed each of her knuckles in turn with tenderness, making sure the action conveyed reassurance rather than seduction.

"Please Buffy. Please let me take care of you. You won't regret it kitten, I promise. I'll make sure you enjoy every," alternating his kisses between words, "last, second." He closed his eyes on that final word and left the last one to linger.

Slowly he guided her hands to wrap around his waist, pleased that she didn't resist. He stepped in closer and brought his arms to rest lightly on her hips, linking his fingers near the small of her back. Placing his cheek against hers, he nuzzled her softly while whispering in her ear.

"I'll take you heaven Buffy. Would you like that? I can show you the stars you've only read 'bout, bring the moon TO you if you want. Jus’ leave your thoughts behind baby, jus’ for tonight. Jus’ feel me, be WITH me. It'll be so good Buffy you'll see I promise. We can be so good together.”

At this point Spike didn't care if he sounded desperate or not, he would put every fiber of his being into making her happy if it meant that she'd submit to him.

Buffy knew she was done for the minute he started kissing her hands. His touch was going to be her undoing. Then he had to go and whisper those promising words. To her, he sounded as if he were pleading with her to let him have his way. Nevertheless, he'd put the ball in her court and if she refused, she knew he would back down. But if she said yes… there was no doubt in her mind he would make good on his promise. As the last of her resolve slowly slipped away, she made her decision.......... Fuck it.

Shifting so that she could look once more into the face of her intruder, she intentionally lost herself inside the cool depths of his wintry sapphire eyes. She nodded her head in consent and watched what appeared to be a subtle look of relief wash over his features. Reaching to rest a hand on his cheek, her heels left the ground as she rose to seek out his lips, engaging them in the gentlest of kisses.

To say that Spike was stunned was an understatement. Standing there both dumbfounded and speechless, he didn't have time to react to her kiss. When she pulled back too quickly for his taste, her next words floored him.

"Take me there… to the stars, to heaven. I trust you Spike."

He didn't need to be told twice. Grateful for his answered prayers, he covered her mouth with his and savored the kiss she yielded to him with no reservations. He felt her lips part and grabbed the back of her head to push his way inside her mouth, desperate to taste her. After all, since she initiated the kiss he had to comply… right? Damn the rule anyway, just this once.

She began to feel dizzy as his hungry kisses became more and more demanding, going on for what seemed like forever. Hands flew everywhere but landed nowhere. In her efforts to touch every part of him she hadn't even noticed that one of his hands found its way to her bottom until he pulled her flush against him, squeezing and kneading it forcefully as he rubbed his erection against her shamelessly.

A surprised grunt escaped her lips as she pulled back to catch her breath and take in what it was he was doing to her. Spike took the opportunity to attack her neck. He lavished every inch of her slender column with hot kisses, worrying the skin just behind her ears every now and then with his teeth. He matched her breathy moans with that of his own, turning her on even more as her body undulated against his movements as if already joined in fleshly union.

As she felt his swollen shaft continually grind against her, her brain suddenly registered the apparent size of the bulge. Wow, either it's my imagination or he's genetically gifted. Wanting to validate this she let her hand wander down, trying to create a gap between them so she could touch it.

No sooner had she placed her palm flatly against his length she heard him… growl? Yes, he actually growled, furthering her desire to explore the prize he held between his legs.

He was lost, lost in the sensations that were pure Buffy. Her mouth tasted like a mixture of honey and the wine she had drank earlier. She smelled of vanilla and sleep and he couldn't resist his wandering hand from cupping her backside. He unconsciously snaked his way underneath the flimsy excuse for a garment that was her nightgown and fondled her, knowing it wouldn't be long before he could bury himself between the two sweet mounds.

He growled into her mouth when he felt her small hand find its way to his groin. As he took in the feel of her wandering fingers, he continued to explore every inch of her bottom and pulled her groping hand tighter against his aching cock.

The way she rocked her body in time to his had his blood boiling. Her rhythm so perfectly matched his own he could almost feel himself sheathed inside her slick passage now. What the hell is she doin to me? Gotta slow down… must, maintain, control.

"Christ, ahhhhhhh, drivin me, mmm, insane here luv."

Suddenly afraid he may become too excited to draw this out the way he intended to, he reluctantly broke his hold and pulled away from her. He was gonna service this woman properly and at the same time indulge in some of the fantasies he had entertained about her.

She heard him mutter something between his sighs but she was too far gone to register anything he had to say. Wrapped up in his kisses and fondling the now-confirmed proportions of his manhood, it surprised her when he pulled away. She would have been angry if she weren't so turned on, so she waited to see what he did before pouncing him like a bitch in heat.

Spike instantly mourned the loss of her body but he needed to do this right, so he gathered her into his arms and began stroking her hair as their foreheads leaned against one another.

"Want you so much… don't know what you do to me do you? Did you feel it when you touched me? Wanna know your thoughts, all of them. All your dirty lil desires, fantasies… want very, VERY much to make them a reality for you tonight."

Now, he decided, was the best time to find out what made her tick, what would get her fire stoked to such an intense heat that he could send her into the flames to be consumed and then join her as she burned them both.

"Would you let me? Let me in long enough to explore that hidden side of you? Discover all the lil nasties you've only dreamt 'bout late at night when you're all alone in your bed? I'd wager there isn't a one I wouldn't enjoy doing with you, TO you. And when you cum, I'll be right here to lick every… last… delicious… drop of it off your skin." He finished this statement by leaning in to lick erotically alongside her neck all the way to her ear before grabbing her lobe with his teeth to tug at it.

"Yesss." Buffy responded longingly. As far as she was concerned, she would shit nickels if he asked her too. Her head fell back as he spoke again, his breath ragged, voice coated so thick with lust it practically dripped.

"That's my girl." He purred.

She finally gave in and over to her longing for the fulfillment she had yet to experience. As if possessed, she grabbed Spike's arms and spun him around, slamming him against the wall just as hard as he had her earlier. She clawed at his shirt, yanking it from his jeans with one hand while the other tugged desperately at the back of his duster.

As soon as his coat hit the floor she went for the collar of his shirt, ripping it halfway down his body to expose his sculpted chest. Must have. Need. NOW!

Once again, the little blonde took him by surprise. He definitely had not anticipated this type of behavior from her, nor the amount of strength with which she exerted it. She was more than ready and willing; this woman was the epitome of the word she had used to sign her name with… desperate.

Any other time Spike would have welcomed the vicious attack he was receiving from Buffy but knew he had to stop her lest she went too far. Grasping her upper body and rotating their positions, he pinned her back to their original positions.

"Let's get one thing straight here, we're gonna play this by my rules tonight, got that?" When she acknowledged his dominance with a simple nod, he released her and took two steps back. He shrugged off the remains of the ruined t-shirt from his shoulders and looked down curiously at it with one raised eyebrow.

He stood there before her like a God. His pale flawless skin stretched over his sinewy form making him appear as if he were carved from marble and all she could do was stare in awe. His build was sleek and powerful like a cat with clearly defined muscles that seemed to ripple whenever he moved. In her mind, he was Adonis himself… strong, powerful, handsome, perfect, and all hers.

He knew he needed to go about this slowly not only for her benefit, but for his own now as well. Her earlier actions had driven him so close the edge of his lust's breaking point that for the first time ever he needed to stop in order to gain control of himself.

Placing his index finger under her chin, he engaged her in a short kiss then began trailing them down her throat towards the valley between her breasts. Once he reached the top of her nightgown, his hands came up to hold her hips as he bent his knees, continuing the downward journey over the silky material towards her sex.

When he came close to his target, he stopped and settled on his knees. Pressing his nose against her mound, he inhaled deeply, groaning when her musky scent filled his nostrils through the material. Christ, she smells divine.

"Mmmmmmmmmm." His mouth watered so much he had to swallow. Overwhelmed with the need to consume her, he slid his hands down to the hem of her gown and slowly raised it over her hips.

Buffy kept her hands by her side as he placed one sweltering kiss after another down her chest. When he didn't stop the descent of his mouth, she realized his objective and quickly placed her hands on his shoulders in order to steady herself.

Though she had earlier imagined herself being taken by this man in such a manner, she could hardly have expected or believed that that was exactly what he was about to do. She gasped when she heard him sniff her most private of parts and then raise her gown.

"You don't have to do that." She spoke quickly.

There was no denying the fact she wanted him to continue, but she didn't want him feeling obligated because there was money involved. Only one of her past boyfriends had ever performed this act on her, and though she had started to enjoy it, her partner was less than thrilled with the experience. Since then she thought that perhaps there was something wrong with her, some reason that despite feeling good to her there was something with her body that was unpleasant to her lover, that maybe she didn't taste right.

He felt her grip on him tighten after her statement interrupted him. He looked up to see a face full of apprehension and wondered what could possibly have prompted her to say such a thing.

"Buffy? Pet? Wha's wrong?"

She could hardly contain the insecurity that had taken over since that experience. She spoke hesitantly, not trusting her own explanation for fear of scaring Spike off.

"I, it's just that… you don't have to do that if you don't want to. I don't expect it, really."

Not knowing what was running through her mind but wanting to reassure her it was indeed what he wanted to do, he tried for a casual approach to the awkward situation.

"M' not gonna do anythin to you that you don' want me to, I swear. If there's anything you feel remotely uncomfortable with, I want you to use a safe-word with me. Do you know what that is?

She looked at him confused before shaking her head in the negative.

"S' a word you wouldn't normally use in conversation, something to let me know to stop whatever I'm doin at the moment. Le's choose something simple, yeah? How 'bout… Uncle?"

She understood now what he meant and remembered something Anya had mentioned once when telling about one of her more 'wild' sexcapades. Still, she was nervous about the whole idea.

"Okay, it's just that, well, I've only had someone do this for me once. And it wasn't something to remember… for either of us." She truly hoped he would catch her double meaning and bow out politely without adding to her humiliation.

"Ahhhh, I get it now. Seems to me someone's sloppy attempt at tryin' to please you ended up turning him off to what I consider the best appetizer known to man." He smiled at her knowingly now and did his best to dispatch her fears of herself that some git had obviously instilled in her. Stupid, stupid boy. Ah well, one bloke's loss is my gain. "Am I right?"

Spike had made it sound so simple, explaining away her anxieties as if it were nothing. Was he right? Was she… okay? Though she still had her misgivings, she nodded once again.

"Yes. I just want, you know, for you to stop whenever you feel like it."

"Oh kitten, 'f I had my way I'd give up the ability to breathe jus' to stay buried in your paradise. You jus' relax and let me give you a whole new perspective on this." Inside he was thrilled with the knowledge that he would be the first to bring her some real satisfaction from the act.

That being said he tucked the material of her nightgown under the elastic sides of her thong to prevent it from getting in his way. He locked his eyes with hers and placed one hand between her legs, urging her to spread them so he could continue unhindered. Once he had her where he wanted, one hand strayed to her abdomen while the other played at the seam of her underwear, fingers edging just beneath the tiny scrap of silk. As they slid their way down towards her center, he discovered she was already so wet it had completely soaked the fabric.

Pleased that he had been the cause for her sodden condition, he breathed in her aroma one last time before planting his mouth over the material soaked clit. Exhaling all the air from his lungs in a steady stream, it had the effect of intense heat to her mound, earning him a throaty moan of approval. Slowly he used his fingers to pull aside her panties while his other hand joined to assist in spreading her open with his thumbs. Between her sweet redolence and the site of wet pink folds begging for his tongue, he was starting to salivate again.

That's when he felt he needed even more room to taste all of what she had to offer. He moved one hand away to grasp her behind the knee and quickly propped it over his shoulder, chuckling when she gasped in surprise. Opening her up again, he leaned in and placed a flat firm tongue to the skin just behind her opening and slowly licked her from end to end, allowing time to dip in slightly at her core. He reached her hooded nubbin and lingered to suck and nip at it lightly.

Buffy was absolutely beside herself with pleasure. The burning sensation he placed on her with his breath felt wonderful. Then he surprised her by hoisting her leg over him, leaving her more exposed and vulnerable for the onslaught that was to come next. The second his tongue touched her, a wave of tingles formed deep within her stomach. She cried out as she felt a new stream of wetness flow from her when he tongued her folds then latched on to nibble and tease her clit. She had a sensation like that of a sudden drop on a rollercoaster ride; her stomach was buzzing and she almost couldn't breathe. It had never felt quite like this when her ex had tried; boy did she feel suddenly robbed.

After several seconds he pulled back to look up at her face.

"Taste so good kitten, like nectar from the gods." Her only reply to his statement was a gahhh.

The frozen look of ecstasy on her face was truly a site to behold; head turned to one side, jaw slack in awed expression, honey colored locks covering one side of her features and both eyes shut tight in concentration. Oh no, this won't do. This won't do at all. Time for kitten to wake up.

"NO. Don't close your eyes." His commanding tone immediately had her eyes fluttering open, but not focusing on him.

"I want you to watch me. You need to see what it looks like when a man drinks from you, how he enjoys it, how much he enjoys pleasing you with his tongue. Buffy?" He could see she was listening but she wouldn't look at him. She just kept staring straight ahead as if there were someone behind him. Glancing over his left shoulder, he caught sight of her distraction and just smiled. Even better, he thought as he took in the oval full-length stand-up mirror.

"Nice mirror, it'll come in right handy tonight don' you agree?" He smirked when she finally did look back to him. Her cheeks instantly reddened as pure disbelief clearly wrote itself all over her face at his suggestive question. He knew in that instant that she had never utilized a mirror while engaging in sexual acts before. Oh, she had so much to learn, and he was looking very forward to privately tutoring her every step of the way.

Before she had a chance to say anything Spike dove back in, pushing his tongue deep inside her. She started closing her eyes again from the intensity of it all until he dug his thumbs sharply into her hips to remind her not to.

Not able to keep her hands idle any longer, one hand fell to his shoulder and the other wound it's way around the back his head and into the gelled platinum locks. She looked down into the bottomless wells of his blue eyes as he held her gaze and continued fucking her with his tongue.

Moving his arm between her legs, he grabbed one bottom cheek and pulled her roughly against his mouth. Tilting his head to the side, he thrust his tongue inside her channel as deep as humanly possible, wanting more of her sweet liquid excitement to run down his throat. He could never tire of her taste, ever. If there were a way to bottle her essence, every bloke in the world would line up to buy it.

She watched his head move back and forth as he devoured her like a man starved. Looking at the mirror, her mind absorbed the erotic image of the two of them intertwined. There she was, clutching this gorgeous stranger on his knees before her, the muscles in his back rippling as strong defined arms held her tightly against him. The sensations he was producing in her body were beyond anything she had expected, and the sight had unexpectedly turned her on even more.

Her womb began to tighten as Spike gorged himself on her juices and she continued to stare at herself in the mirror. She could hardly believe when the familiar tingling sensation of the beginnings of an orgasm snuck up on her. It started deep down and ever so very, very slowly began winding its way through her body, making her legs start to tremble and her hand tighten on his head.

Tha's it, start lettin go for me. He could have stayed there forever buried inside her core, face smeared with her fluids, but the situation dictated otherwise. He wasn't going to let her off that easy. He was good, damn good and he knew it, but he promised her special treatment, complete worship and appreciation for her body and what he could make it do. They had a whole evening ahead of them and he wanted to be sure that when she came, it would be a bloody revelation for her and maybe, just maybe she might want him back on another night.

He felt her legs begin shaking and her grip tighten on his shoulder. He plunged ever deeper inside of her and lapped ravenously at her flowing excitement, trying to drive her bliss further. When his tongue sensed the first quaking of her inner walls he slowed his tempo down and relaxed his hold on her. He moaned into her, causing her to jump from the vibrations and buck against his face.

Still, he continued to slow down and pull away to leave a series of light licks around her entire opening in circles even as she tried to pull his head back towards her. He looked up and saw her frustration as she continued watching the mirror behind him, almost feeling sorry for her, almost. He decided to test her a little for what he had planned later in the evening.

"Oh... need. More, ahhh AH!!!" Buffy wanted to scream.

Goddamnit it! I'm just starting to get there, a few more minutes pleeeeeeeese, just a few, that's all I ask. When he pulled away from her and changed gears she wanted to weep her need was so great. Despite urging him to continue, even after trying to pull him towards her, he didn't seem to 'get it' that she was getting excited. What happened next had her practically climbing the wall.

He went back to licking her up and down, each time starting from her protruding arousal and each time reaching further back towards the bottom of her opening. Once, twice, three times and his tongue brushed the patch of skin between her dripping pussy and the puckered entrance of her other passage.

That's when he decided enough was enough and invaded the private space that required the utmost trust from a woman. The fourth swipe from his tongue reached all the way back to lightly lick the place he knew she didn't expect.

"Oh… oh, OH! What are you, EH, doing… oh GOD!" Buffy's body began sliding up the wall as if trying to escape Spike's invasion of her furthest most region. She didn't get far before his hand gripped one hip and the other raised the leg still on the floor to balance over his other shoulder.

Holding her up like that, his strength seemed almost inhuman as she felt his tongue circle over and around the private space in circles. He moved so that both forearms touched the wall, supporting her while his shoulders held her weight at her thighs.

There was nothing she could do but to hold on as he divided his talent between both her areas equally. Her head swam first in fear then with interest as her body began to relax on its own. Every time he touched that hole, he circled it with light, almost tickling strokes from his tongue, making her secretly yearn for him to stay there.

Spike had predicted that she might enjoy this; too bad he had to trick her into this position in order to find that out though. It would be well worth his efforts now as he heavily anticipated his other plans for her. Yes, she would forgive him… especially when he had her coming hard around his cock.

Just as Buffy's curiosity gave way to the pleasure brought on by his cautious touch, he caught her off-guard. With a slip of his tongue, the burning in her belly returned full-force, surprising her with its power. She never expected him to actually penetrate her, especially not with his tongue. She thought she would be grossed out, instead, it had the complete, most opposite effect on her system.

Astounded yet enthralled at the new sensation she, quite literally, could not find the strength to voice her ecstasy. Instead, she whimpered, focusing on the tingling in her womb as her walls started to flutter for the second time at this man's abilities.

And that's when the bastard did it, again.

With one last sweep of his tongue, he lingered on her puckered hole and took pride at the sound of her mewls once he slipped the very tip of his tongue inside her opening, wiggling it rapidly back and forth. He remained just long enough to stir her passion noticeably before pulling out to resume his earlier patterns, slowing them down as he lowered her to the ground one leg at a time.

Spike disentangled himself from her limbs and gently pulled her underwear back into place with one hand while the other ran under his chin to remove her juices. As he stood, he licked each finger as if it were melted chocolate before wiping his palm over his jeans. Observing the look on her face with some amusement, he couldn't help but to smirk, mocking the predicament he placed her in. If looks could slay, he was road kill for sure. Good, s' right where I want you.

Once her feet touched the ground, she waited until he stood eye level with her then glowered at him with all the vehemence of a woman scorned. He had the nerve to grin, as if pleased with himself for abandoning her without release. For a moment she thought that maybe he'd done it on purpose. But why? Why when she had gotten close to what she was paying for? Not once but twice. That she couldn't figure. Either Spike was clueless or downright crafty, in any case she was pissed. Raising her finger to poke his chest, he grabbed her wrist with lightening speed.

"You, you, you…" She was fuming so heavily she couldn't search for the right words to vent her frustration. Raising her other hand, he snatched that one too.

"My, my, how easily we forget. I said we're playing by my rules AND you said you trusted me."

She clamped her mouth shut. She knew he was right and she meant it when she'd said she trusted him.

"That doesn't explain…"

"Good things come to those who wait." He cut her off.

Vu jàdé, the man has a point. And isn't that what I told you? The slut was back to mock her too.

I think you mean déjà vu and helloooo, he's getting paid for a reason. Buffy argued though she knew this too was true. Frightening how the little harlot and Spike had so much in common.

Yes he is, so shut up and let the man do his job. You gotta admit, you loved every minute of it.

During this particular argument with herself, she again forgot Spike was there until he leaned towards her.

He could tell she was thinking of some snappy retort and decided she looked beautiful even mad. Wanting to redirect her anger, he engaged her in a needy kiss, pulling back to speak briefly before going back in.

"Do you like that? Tha's what you taste like. Tha's you on my tongue, your arousal, your excitement." He kissed her fully, letting her experience the flavor that lingered heavily on his palate.

He quieted her protests yet again with those mouth-watering kisses of his. The things he said seemed so dirty, so wrong, nevertheless she did taste herself all over his mouth… and it excited her. Maybe there was nothing wrong with her after all.

Tell me. Did you enjoy it when I fucked you with my mouth?" He recaptured her lips for another searing kiss.

Buffy forgot all about being mad. Something about him had awakened a side of her she couldn't comprehend, didn't want to comprehend at the moment. All she knew is that she didn't want him to stop. Whatever he was doing was working, the dirty words she would have normally cringed at, the fact that he obviously enjoyed doing that to her… Oh yes, he was worth every penny.

He picked her up effortlessly, never breaking the contact of their lips. Holding her close against his body, he strode to her bed in three steps then carefully climbed on with his knees before depositing her in the center.

When he broke their kiss she reached for him, not wanting a moment free from his succulent mouth. His distinct taste mixed with her own was intoxicating and she wanted more.

"By the time I'm through with you, I'll be so deep in your system you'll crave me… ONLY me."

Minutes earlier and she would have scoffed at his prideful boasting. But after that performance, well, let’s just say he was making a fast believer out of her. If he succeeds, my bank account is in serious jeopardy.

"Still haven't answered me, have I changed your mind?" He looked at her, waiting for her say something, anything.

She looked at him as if he'd gone mad. Couldn't he tell?

"God yes! I thought something was wrong with me. I mean, you'd tell me if there was… wouldn't you?"

The look of worry on her face was too adorable for words. William was moved by her question and came out to reassure her.

"Oh Buffy, there's nothing wrong with you. I don' know what happened to you before and I don' rightly care. Whatever that asshole said to you jus' isn't true. You're breathtaking, amazing, best I've ever tas… you're perfect."

Back off mate. Got a job to do here so stay out of it.

Spike had slipped, slipped bad. Buffy looked so apprehensive that William muscled his way forward to speak for the both of them. Spike rushed to put ‘the boy’ back in his place. It would do neither of them any good to think of her as anything more than a paycheck, no matter what kind of feelings she brought out in the both of them.

His soft dreamy look spoke volumes. She thought that maybe he would tell her this anyways since he had a 'role' to play, but she just didn't get that impression from him. His words sounded heart-felt, conveying an innate sense of honesty she hadn't experienced in so long from a man that she lost herself for a moment, wishing she'd met this man some other way. To have a boyfriend like this would truly be…

No, nononononono, stop now! That is a road you can NOT go down. She shook the thought away, since when did she even want a boyfriend? So she took his words at face value, she should just be thankful for that.

"Thank you." She whispered and put her hand over his where it lay on the bed.

"You're welcome. Anytime luv, anytime." William pushed through one more time, astounded that the small gesture of her hand on his felt so right, so very right that he hated the fact she was here with Spike. So he said those last words with a shy, almost goofy grin, then retreated.


A/N: Before anyone kills me, hear me out. I’ve been working (and over-working) the original chapter 5 to death both with and without my muse’s approval. It is simply too long to post, even in 2 parts, so I settled for breaking them up to be refined and polished individually. Try not to be too frustrated with me, I’ll post whenever possible but must feel 100% confident that what I post is my best and not just anything in order to get it out there. Please continue to review, pretty, pretty please???





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