Lessons in Control
Chapter Seven: Come For Me
Spike and Willow stopped at Giles' on the way back home and found the gang in full research mode.
"Oh, there you are. Thank heavens, we've been rather worried" was Giles relieved statement on seeing them walk through the door.
"What's up?" Willow asked. "If there's a research situation, you knew I was at the Hyperion, you should have just called me," she scoffed, trying to put the blame on them where it rightfully belonged.
"We did, Will," said Buffy, giving her friend a warm hug. "I called and called. Xander took over at about two am. Then Anya yesterday morning, Tara took the afternoon shift, back to me, Xander, and Dawn started again this morning. Nothing. What were you guys doing for the last two nights? Was there a problem in LA? Did you kill it?"
Okay, so maybe the blame should make a u-turn.
Spike saw Willow's face and answered for her. He pushed her toward the kitchen saying, "Get me a cup of the good stuff, luv?" before facing the gang and accusing, "Can't the girl get a little R & R? You lot keep her hopping, she deserves a -" but the vision of Willow hopping around the bathroom two nights ago, popping bubbles, entered and wouldn't leave his brain.
"Quite, right, quite right," Giles stepped in, trying to salvage the situation before it got out of hand and interfered with the research. "So sorry, Willow. We had no right to pry. Now could you help us with some research? I presume your vacation is over now, yes?"
"Yes, Giles," she said, handing the mug to Spike. "Thanks. What are we facing?"
The sixteen-hour research session began.
Since she had missed class on Monday, Spike made her get up and go on Tuesday. "But I don't wanna," was her sleepy reply.
"But you'll be smackin' me upside the head for lettin' you sleep when you finally do get up," was his too-chipper-for-her-grumpy-morning-mood reply.
She grumbled, but got up. She felt better after a shower and was out the door with three minutes to spare.
As soon as he heard the door click, Spike stripped and fell back into bed. "'S your own fault for enrolling in those bloody classes," he mumbled to himself before falling into a deep sleep.
That evening after sundown, Spike and the slayer set out to capture the demon they had researched. It was decided to capture instead of kill it because Anya remembered that this breed was almost extinct in the Foosash dimension, the dimension directly to the right of the dimension without shrimp. After Tara gave them the whole circle-of-life speech, Willow agreed to do a spell to send it back there, Dawn and Giles helping her pinpoint the coordinates.
"What do I do?" asked Xander, feeling a little left out.
"That's what I've been trying to figure out. What exactly is it that you do?" asked Spike, only half kidding.
"Watch it, Deadboy, Jr. or I'll call Daddy and have him whoop your little ass," Xander threatened.
"Nah," Spike replied, nonchalantly.
"Told you that one would work," Xander said in Anya's direction.
"Willow would get jealous and -" was all he got out before the redhead smacked him upside the back of his head.
"Somehow I knew I was gonna get smacked today," he mumbled on his way out, holding the door for Buffy. "Just had a feelin' when I woke up this morning." And the door closed behind them.
After the demon was dispatched in record time, thanks to the combined efforts of all the Scoobies, including Xander, who made both a pizza and a donut run, a celebration was in order so they all headed to the Bronze.
After they finally found a table, thanks in no small part to a party of seven's sudden desire to run for the exit after a quick glance at Spike's amber eyes, Xander - probably feeling the need to be useful some more - magnanimously offered to buy the first round. He pointed to everyone in turn around the table, getting "Rum and coke", "beer", "coke", "root beer", "beer" and "um…" before Spike rolled his eyes and chimed in with "sex on the beach." Xander asked him, "You don't want a beer?"
"Yes, I want a beer. Willow wants a 'sex on the beach'."
"How do you know?" Xander was either curious or talking to hear himself talk.
"Because she likes it, you git. That's what she wants." Spike said.
"Don't we all," mumbled Tara under her breath, but everyone heard and the tension of the day was broken when all the girls started laughing and falling off their chairs.
Spike was a little miffed by the realization that none of her friends seemed to have noticed her uncomfortability when ordering a drink. Willow's squeeze of his hand told him that she was grateful; and Tara's wink in his direction made him think that perhaps she did know and appreciated his way of looking out for her friend. He winked back, in thanks for her help in getting Xander off his back, then decided that wasn't enough and asked her to dance.
As Spike and Tara danced a sexy modern tango to Santana's 'Smooth', Anya and Buffy ganged up on Willow. "He's cheating on her, I knew he was cheating on her," Anya was indignant but seemed to be pleased that her guess had been right. "And with Tara. Who would have believed it?"
Willow rolled her eyes, "He's not cheating on me, and definitely not with Tara."
"But do you see how they're dancing?" Anya was trying to make this theory stick.
Willow glanced over her shoulder, "Hey, they're good," she said and turned in her seat to get a better view.
"Anya, don't be ridiculous." Dawn said matter-of-factly. "Spike would never cheat on her. He loves her."
Anya was ready for this one, "I spent a millennia exacting vengeance for women who thought exactly the same thing until they found a pair of pantaloons that they couldn't identify."
"Trust me, Anya" Willow drawled in her friend's direction. I could identify every pair of underthings in my house. They're all mine."
"Spike wears your underwear?" asked the 'I-have-be-strong-because-I-obviously- have-no-brain' Slayer.
"Duh?" Dawn interjected, silently thanking the monks for giving her brains even if they did make her out of Buffy, "Spike doesn't wear underwear."
Buffy rounded on her sister, eyes wide.
"I thought you knew," Dawn pleaded. "I thought everybody knew."
"Well I didn't, little girl," came the 'you're-in-so-much-trouble' response her older sister. "And may I ask how you know?"
"His jeans," Willow supplied. "The really faded ones that he only wears when he knows he's going to be fighting something super-slimy."
"I love those jeans," Tara offered, as she and Spike rejoined the table.
"Nice to know you ladies spend so much time in the contemplation of my bum," Spike dead-panned as he sat down. "I'm sure every vamp within a mile will now be thrilled to go tell their chums about this group of humans they overheard discussing it." He hung his head in mock shame.
They all laughed.
"What's so funny," Xander asked, setting a tray full of drinks on the table.
"What's that?" asked Anya, "I wanted a rum and coke, there's no rum and coke there," she accused.
"Two beers, one root beer for Dawnie," he said cheerfully while handing it to her, "and four 'sex on the beach'es. Tara said you all wanted one." He was confused.
Anya, proving her devotion in a way he would never understand, stood, wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and whispered, "I love you, Xan, I really do. Don't ever change." After a kiss that was a little too lingering for everyone else's comfort, they sat back down, Xander now wearing a confused but very satisfied smile.
The girls had taken their drinks and were gulping them down when "Cherry, Cherry" started and Spike stood and gallantly said to Anya, "Shall we?" as he extended his hand to her. She giggled and jumped up and everyone at the table watched as they moved in a superb and imaginative swing dance. They were so good that soon, all eyes at the Bronze were on them.
Anya was so thrilled with the applause after the song was finished that she bowed and asked Xander, when they had sat down once again, if it was appropriate to accept remuneration for entertaining the masses in such a fashion. Xander shook his head.
Dawn was animatedly commenting on Spike's skill at dancing, Anya's too of course, so that when Ghost of the Robot's "Dangerous" started, he couldn't help but ask the sixteen year old to dance. She was thrilled.
"Could she be more obvious?" Buffy lamented.
"Oh, it's cute, Buffy, leave her alone," Willow chastised.
"Doesn't it bother you," Anya asked, genuinely curious, "that almost every woman you meet wants to jump your boyfriend?"
"Anya!" Xander was aghast. He hoped she wasn't referring to herself, but he wasn't going to ask.
"Well, it's true," she defended on her own behalf, and Tara's shy nod in her direction made Anya sit up a little straighter, more confident that she hadn't said anything inappropriate.
Willow giggled, "It's not just the women."
Buffy's eyes went wide. "He's had guys hit on him when he's with you? I mean, 'hello, girlfriend here! not into guys!' geez," she finished, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, I don't know," Willow offered, mischief dancing in her eyes, "Two guys - could be kind of exciting."
Anya sighed, rested her cheek on her palm and whispered, "Yeah," obviously lost in thought.
"Hey!" Xander was affronted. "No, no with the imagery. Two guys are just 'yuck'!" and he shuddered just thinking about it.
"What about two girls?" Tara asked him.
"Huh?"
"Would you want to watch two girls?" she asked again.
Dawn and Spike returned. "We speaking of any two girls in particular or do I get to take my pick?" the cheekboned one asked with a leer.
Willow winked at him, but Xander was defending the male gender, "Two girls is different," he said, "Two girls are just, you know, sexy. Normal. But two guys-" he shuddered again.
"Two guys are what?" Spike asked, eyes narrowing.
Buffy jumped in, "Yeah, Xan - two guys are what?"
"Just, no! That's creepy." He finished. He could see he wasn't winning and decided to regroup. He thought he'd at least have Spike on his side.
"It's an attraction thing," Anya put in. As the oldest one here, she figured she had the most knowledge of human behavior. "Guys - well, heterosexual guys" she said with a nod in Xander's direction, "Are attracted to women, that's what they find arousing and pleasing to look at. So they think it's perfectly natural that another woman would find that attractive also. Women - again, heterosexual women, find the male body attractive, so they think it's normal for a male to be attracted to the same thing they are."
"I don't know" Tara said with a sly smile, "I think two women can be pretty sexy to watch also."
"Me too," whispered Willow, but only Spike heard her. Definitely something to consider at another time. Hey, maybe Cordelia…. Nah, the cheerleader would never go for it.
Anya beamed. "Good for you, Tara. You're more in touch with all the parts of your inner self. Everybody has both male and female hormones." When Xander gasped she continued, "It's true. Men have estrogen and women have testosterone in their bodies as well. If you can have an open mind and see both sexes as beautiful, you're very in tune to your inner being."
"Thank you." Tara blushed.
"You're welcome," Anya beamed. She had said something that no only didn't offend, but it was informative and someone had thanked her. She was getting the hang of this human interaction thing.
"So Spike," commented Xander, desperately trying to change the course of the conversation, "Where did you learn to dance so well?"
"Angelus."
"Angel taught you to dance?" Xander had so hoped to change the subject and now it looked like they were heading right back in that direction.
"No, Angel didn't teach me to dance. Angelus liked to dance, so he made Darla, Dru and I learn. Came in handy for luring pretty young things out into the night air after a rousing waltz," he said with a laugh as he leaned in and took a few ticklish nibbles at Willow's neck.
As she giggled, Xander muttered, "Why does all conversation with us have to lead to death, dying or killing?"
Buffy shrugged, "Prob'ly because that's what we do twenty-four, seven. Come on, Xan, dance with me." 'Breathe' by Faith Hill had just come on and it was one of Buffy's favorites.
Willow took the opportunity to finally get a dance with Spike and everyone turned to see what spectacular steps they would be displaying this time, but the pair just held each other close and moved slowly to the music, barely aware of the rest of the people in the room.
Just as everyone was sitting down once again, 'Gett Off' started to play and Willow couldn't help but remember the night in the kitchen when Spike had forbidden her to cum. Apparently Spike recalled it also, because when he raised an eyebrow in her direction, she gave a barely perceptible nod, thinking they would be heading home for some fun.
Instead, Spike said to Tara, "Luv, let me see your purse a sec," and when she handed it to him, he searched the inside but apparently didn't find what he was looking for, because he asked Anya next. As he handed it back to her, again without taking anything out, Dawn handed over her purse without him having to ask. This time, he got lucky, but no one saw what he extracted as he smiled and handed it back to her. It was concealed in his hand. "Be right back," he said to the group as he grabbed Willow's hand and practically dragged her out of the club.
"What'd he take?" Xander got the question in first.
Dawn searched her purse, but didn't see anything missing. Finally she opened her small, zippered cosmetic bag. "He took a hair ribbon?" she said to the confused group.
Willow was giggling uncontrollably as Spike pulled her into the alley behind the bookstore next to the Bronze. She tried to hold still, she really did, as he tied the ribbon around her neck.
"Quiet!" he said, commanding her. She took the hint and obeyed, mostly because - although one of the reasons she loved Spike so much was because of his tenderness and sensitivity - this domineering side really turned her on.
"Spread your legs."
"Yes, master," she said in a low seductive tone.
As he knelt before her and ripped her panties off, she briefly wondered how she was going to be able to go back in to her friends wearing a mini-skirt and no panties, but the thought was quickly gone when his cool mouth descended on her warm pussy.
When he pulled away, she whimpered until he reminded her, "This is for me, not you. Your master wants to taste you, to eat you. You are to control yourself until your master is satisfied, is that clear?"
Damn, he knew how much she got off on that master stuff, and he expected her not to cum? "Yes, master," she said, but her body was wriggling, desperate for his mouth on her again.
He sat himself comfortably on the ground, ready to take his time and enjoy her. He loved the taste of her. He loved the feel of her. Soft pink flesh that would warm and swell as his tongue lapped at her. The first sweet juices trickled down and hit the tip of his tongue and he felt himself straining against his zipper.
He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, wanting more. She fed him more. He let the flat of his tongue take its time passing over the entire length of her slit. She started to moan, but shortly remembered the rules and broke off mid-sound.
He rewarded her obedience by taking the point of his tongue and flicking the cleft of her clit mercilessly. Her knees started to shake.
He couldn't stand it anymore. He unzipped his jeans and got to his knees. He wet a hand with her secretions and started to pump himself. The harder he pumped, the closer he got. The closer he got, the more ardent he got in his attentions to Willow's sopping pussy.
When at last he shot his semen onto the brick wall behind the opening in Willow's legs, he stood. "Good slave," he said as he lifted her and lowered her body onto his still straining erection. "All for master. Don't forget, you're here as my toy. Loose yourself in your master's pleasure. You are not to cum; I'm not done yet. I need more of you, all of you." He drove into her again and again, deeper and harder with each stroke.
Willow's arms were around his shoulders, her body so exhausted she couldn't even hold her head up any more. Each thrust was making her crazed.
He felt her walls tighten and stopped. "No! You are not to cum, Willow. Stop, now! Wait until I tell you."
The feel of her milking him pushed the last of his endurance. With a loud roar, he flooded her womb with his cold seed, and she came screaming around him.
He hadn't realized he had turned into vamp face until he felt her blood on his tongue. He suppressed the demon and licked the wound clean. Willow was limp in his arms. She was still conscious, but a little weak. He was proud of her, he didn't think she'd be able to last that long. He had been hoping she would start to cum so he could spank her and feel her cum in his mouth as his hand warmed her bottom. 'Oh well, maybe next time," he thought.
"You were disobedient, Willow. You knew you weren't supposed to enjoy yourself." His words were harsh, but his smirk told the truth of his feelings.
"I couldn't help it, master," she said coyly as she straightened her clothing. "You tongue and cock are just so talented, I couldn't help myself."
Little minx, how could he properly chastise her after that?
"Come on," he said, smiling as he led her back into the club. Just before they reached viewing range of the table, he reached over and pulled an end of the ribbon, releasing it from her throat.
"Thanks, Bit" he said to Dawn, holding the ribbon out to her; as they sat and rejoined the conversation, now turned to the demon they had captured that afternoon.
About twenty minutes later, the party broke up and everyone headed for home. Xander offered to drive Tara back to campus so he, Anya and Tara went off in Xander's car as the others set off on foot.
Dawn and Buffy were carrying on an argument over a missing blue skirt so Willow and Spike walked quietly, arms around each other, sated and enjoying the peace that only comes when walking around Sunnydale with the slayer and a master vampire for bodyguards.
Spike was whispering things in his girlfriend's ear that Dawn was straining to hear, but Buffy wouldn't be quiet about that damn skirt long enough for her to catch more than an occasional word. 'Bath', 'collar', 'stay', 'riding' and 'in a few weeks' meant absolutely nothing to her no matter how she put them together, so she finally gave up, hoping to corner Willow tomorrow and get her to share.
"Night, guys" Dawn and Buffy said together as they turned down Revello Drive; the lovers continued on another two blocks to their home. As soon as the girls were out of earshot, Spike stopped the redhead in her tracks. He turned her to face him and said, "Pretend you're still wearing the collar."
"Yes, master," Willow obeyed with a big grin.
"Cum for me, right now."
She thought she had heard him wrong. "I - I can't. Not right now." She felt bad about disappointing him, but there was no way she could get off this quickly.
"Yes, you can."
Her eyes studied her feet. "I'm sorry, master, but I can't, not so fast. I'm sorry."
"Willow." His voice was commanding and she looked up into his crystal blue eyes. "Never apologise. Do your best, that's all. You're still in training. It takes time. In a few weeks, you'll be able to cum whenever and wherever I tell you, I promise." He wrapped his arm back around her neck and led her toward home.
As they walked, he said, "Did you like it? In the alley, I mean?"
"Yes, master." She couldn't help the smile that crept across her lips.
"No master, just me. I loved it too, pet." His kiss projected the passion that he felt thinking about it.
"You weren't embarrassed about what your friends thought about what you were doing?"
"Nah. I figure, Xander would have fainted dead away. The others would have been so jealous they wouldn't have spoken to me for a week. Either way, I win."
"I could do it again, right here." He stopped in the middle of Harcourt Drive.
"No," she said, slapping him playfully, "Let's go home, then we'll talk about it."
"Not gonna touch you when we get home, it's here or nothing." He was a cruel bastard, she thought, lucky her.
"That's okay, I owe you one," she told him.
He was confused, "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you owe me one? I thought we had evened it up last night," he said with a deliciously sexy leer.
"For tonight, silly."
He stopped her in her tracks again. He opened his mouth to say something, then changed his mind and pulled her the last hundred yards until they were inside the house. He led her into the living room and sat her on the coffee table as he sat facing her on the couch.
"Red, you don't 'owe' anything for that. I meant what I said. That was for me. I love tasting you. I love feeling your hot little quim quivering in my mouth. I love the taste, texture and feel of you. I do that as much for me as for you. Probably more for me, if you want me to be honest." He ran his hands down her arms and held her hands in his.
"You don't know how good you are. How good I feel making you react to me. Making you cream. Making you scream." He was looking into her darkening green eyes and not letting her look away. One finger was tracing a design on her thigh.
"When I wrap my mouth around your pussy, first it gets warm, then it gets hot. Then it gets a little damp. By the time I take the first delicious taste of you with my tongue, your beautiful little clit has swollen up and it feels like its reaching out to me, like it wants me as much as I want it. It really is beautiful, you know. A pretty pink that deepens to the most striking ruby." His words were hypnotizing her; she had never thought this intensely about it before, as a matter of fact, when he had his mouth on her she couldn't think at all.
"I know it drives you crazy that I seem to take my time, but I'm not teasing or trying to make you wait. I just want to savor you. Every drop. If I go too fast, I might miss one of your exquisite tremors, or one of those pearly drops that would be a delicacy in any country," and she smiled at his wording, "might escape and fall unnoticed in a trail down your perfect thigh." His finger took a larger track along the top of her thigh and every touch was concentrating all her nerves on that one spot where the fingertip was. "I don't want to miss any of it. I have to have all of it; all of you. I wouldn't want to be a girl, never knowing the feel of your sweet cunt squeezing my cock raw, and my tongue gets to be the appetizer. Gets to warm up those tender tissues, let them get a work out gripping around my tongue when it's inside you. Your whole body is a miracle, Red. But what you have between your legs? Sweetheart, that's a bloody revelation."
He saw her flushed face, felt the heat radiating from her. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Cum for me, right now."
Her body shook, her abdominal muscles clenching and unclenching in great spasming waves. He pulled her onto his lap and felt her juices flow onto his leg, so he reached two fingers inside her and coated them in her wonderful essences. Her body rocked harder. He lay her back on the sofa and licked every drop from her like a cat given a bowl of sweet cream.
When she had quieted and settled, he carried her up to bed and helped her undress. When he was spooned behind her he told her, "Told you I'd be able to make you cum on command."
She fell asleep with a very sated smile on her face. He fell asleep licking his lips.