Chapter 14, Part 2: Punish Me
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A/N: What happens here will either turn you on or freak you out, or freak you out because it is turning you on... and if it doesn't do either, I will have to rewrite it. In any case, it is NOT here solely because it's my favorite go-to kink. Eventually its roundabout significance will be revealed.
A/N #2: This is only the second third of this chapter, and just a portion of what's nearly finished. More soon!
"Hunh! Hunh! Hunh! Yeah!"
"Hrah! Fhhh... Rahh!"
Shouting helplessly as their sweat-drenched bodies met with hard, violent slaps, they brought the turbulence indoors, cranking up the cabin pressure to the point that she thought oxygen masks might fall from the ceiling.
"Wait," she said, amidst the escalating fervor. He decelerated slightly. "Can you... What we did in the... Butter?"
To his credit, Spike only paused for a second. As if that sentence made perfect sense, he pulled out, held her upright and oiled up Door Number Two.
Buffy almost laughed in her euphoria; another spur of the moment request granted instantly by Spike. He was kind of her own personal sex genie. A personal sex genie who would miraculously poof back into his bottle once she ran out of wishes ...she hoped.
Final wish: to experience amazing ass sex one last time. The act wasn't new to her, but sweet custardy Hades no one did it like Spike. Granted, no one did anything like Spike... but this took the cake, held the cake really close and vibrated.
"Hyeah..." she whispered, an electric charge coursing through her center as she lowered onto his thick tip.
She couldn't see his rapturous reaction this time, but she could hear it. Poised at her ear, he encouraged her slow drop to the base of his cock with strained puffs of breath, swallowed groans, and lots of possessive touching. All very helpful -- but Buffy had trouble with the homestretch until he made this gruff command: "Sit on Daddy's cock."
A rogue noise -- rooster? lion? manatee? -- sprang out of her throat as her rectum obeyed, instantly enveloping his full length.
Whoa, she thought. That mindfuck does work on me like a charm. A sick, twisted charm...
"Good girl." Closing his strong arms over her breasts and making her feel all safe and warm and wanted, he said, "I got you, sweetheart. What do you want, hmm? Want Daddy to do it again?"
Oh. Oh, this was so. wrong. And the answer was SO yes.
Gulping, she nodded.
"Say it."
"I want," God, she could feel him throbbing inside of her, all he had to do was start that pulsing thing, "I want you to do it again, what you did in your flat."
"Say it right, Buffy."
Evil. You are so evil... "I want you to do it again." Mouth dry, she swallowed and shut her eyes. "...Daddy."
With an aroused exhale, he sat up and began to jerk his body against hers. It was exactly what he'd done this morning, only they'd been face to face then: lodged deep inside, he assaulted her with quick, rhythmic pelvic thrusts. "Like this?"
"Ayeah!"
"Anything else?"
He knew what else! "You know what else!"
Spike came to an abrupt stop and said, "Tell Daddy what you want, or you won't get anything at all."
In that case... She turned to murmur in his ear, "Finger me."
"Full sentences now."
"Finger me, ...Daddy." Her neck prickled. It was shocking, embarrassing even, how much power that word held over her body. And his.
Cock jumping, jaw flexing, he slid his hand down her torso to her mons, eliciting a gasp. "You're dripping on me."
Well, yeah...
Then his middle finger slipped in and curved to hit her g-spot, and Buffy's brain went blank.
"You like this, baby?" he goaded some time later, reedy voice competing with the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears. "Like the way I do this to you? No one else does you like Daddy... do they?"
Did he really need an answer? Didn't all the shuddering and whimpering and staining of his linens make it obvious?
"Tell Daddy why you like this."
'Cause you're a man-shaped Hitachi wand who knows all my buttons would have been her most honest response -- but all she could say at that point was, "Don't stop, I'm gonna..."
She felt a soft tickle on her back. Was that the feather? Oh, god. It flitted down her spine to herOh GOD!
"Unh... Unh! UUUUUUUUUUUNH!"
Long, tense climb, OH-so-satisfying cannonball drop. Kasplash!
When she collapsed, limp as a ragdoll, he grabbed her by the hips and became Spike again, Sadistic Bastard Edition.
"That's right," he snarled, banging her hard and relentless. "Take it."
'Kay. Take it was pretty much all she could do, so that worked out.
"You hot blonde bitch... You sodding temptress. Love my cock in your ass, don't you?"
She hoped that was a rhetorical question, because she couldn't form words when he twisted the gag around her neck like that.
"What are you doing? What are you doing to me? Begging me to hurt you..." He yanked on the gag until she choked -- um, hi, need that to breathe -- and then let go to unceremoniously pull out. "Ahhhhh!"
The first ribboning spurt hit her left shoulderblade. The next, her ass. Most of the rest landed on her spot, all while he hissed and groaned and jacked himself off.
She tried not to cough too much as he landed on his back beside her, catching his breath. Didn't need him thinking she couldn't take it.
"You okay?" At her nod, he reached for the bedside intercom. "Towels, ice water, now."
Next up: pillow talk...
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