Written by: Rachel Thorson Rating: NC17. M/F Sex, blood play, bondage, torturous teasing. B/A, B/S. Spike yelped as he was unkindly awakened by something cold and wet dripping onto his bare stomach. Opening his eyes and raising his head from the pillow, he spotted Buffy in one of the most stunning outfits he'd ever seen on a woman, sitting across his thighs. A tight black corset covered in dark red lace cinched her from waist to just above her breasts, the plump flesh mounded oh-so-high and very visible with her hair pulled back. A garter belt was hidden beneath the corset but the garters were seen as they held the silk stockings on her legs. The outfit was completed by a very tiny pair of matching lace panties that tied with ribbon at her hips. Easy removal. But the best part, and the reason for his rude--no, pleasant, very pleasant--awakening, was the bottle of chocolate syrup held in one of her hands. As the situation began to register in his mind, Spike noticed that his arms were raised above his head, and a slight movement confirmed his suspicion of being bound to the headboard. With thick, metal manacles. A glance up at his hands informed Spike that he wasn't going anywhere for a while--the chains were his and he knew for a fact that they didn't break. Another look let him know that he also wasn't alone. Beside him, Angel was in the exact same position, except that the elder vampire had yet to wake up. He always was a deep sleeper. "Luv, what are you doing?" Spike asked, slightly nervous but also very aroused. "Remember the other night when I promised you'd both pay for teasing me?" Spike's eyes widened as the seriousness of her promise was realized. She wouldn't *really*... would she? With a tilt of her head, Buffy smiled. "Payback time." Slowly, Buffy bent forward and licked at the dribble of chocolate on Spike's abdomen. His eyes nearly crossed as he was given an even better view of her breasts coupled with the feeling of her hot tongue on him. As she removed all traces of chocolate from his skin in several long and unnecessary strokes, one of her hands crept up Angel's thigh, over his hip and towards his chest. She was well aware of the fact that he'd been pretending to be asleep for the past few minutes, but now it was her time to play and her toys needed to be awake. The boys had fallen asleep in nearly perfect positions on the bed together after a long night of patrolling and illicit sex at the park. Buffy had grown accustomed to their habit of sleeping the day away occasionally, and usually joined them herself. But this morning, she had much bigger plans in mind for the day. Thoughts of revenge had been stewing in her mind for over a week and with some secretive plotting and shopping, the pieces of her plan fell together perfectly. "Ah, Buffy..." Angel gasped when her fingers twisted one his nipples. "Took you long enough," she said. "Baby..." Angel started to say, only to be cut off when Buffy pressed a finger against his lips. "Shhh. No more talking unless it's in the form of...begging." Sitting upright on Spike's thighs, Buffy turned the syrup bottle over and poured a small droplet of the chocolate onto one of her fingers. With extreme slowness, she sucked the finger into her mouth and watched the lust grow in her lovers' expressions. "And no coming until you do beg for it." Spike groaned loudly, deeply regretting his participation in their game a week ago. He should have known she'd really get them back. Of course, an unknown amount of time spent at her sexual mercy did have its perks. "Now stay still," she commanded. Buffy began to draw patterns onto Spike's chest and stomach, paying close attention to her art. The chocolate was a perfect contrast to his light skin tone. When she was finished with her first masterpiece, Buffy capped the bottle and tossed it aside. With an evil grin directed at Spike, she began the to clean him of the chocolate with her tongue. "Mmmm…chocolate Spike. You taste delicious, love." Every few licks, she glanced at Angel, who was watching her every move with great interest. As Buffy pushed herself up higher on his body to reach the edge of her drawing near Spike's shoulders, she made sure to rub her damp cleft against his hardness through the sheet. She'd noticed the sheet over his waist tenting from the moment his eyes focused on her new corset but made sure to avoid any contact until the time was right. As her lips latched onto one of his nipples, sucking away any chocolate there, her feet began the difficult task of easing the sheet lower until his cock sprang free. Adjusting her position, Buffy lowered her lace-covered sex to rub against his bared body, eliciting a long, drawn-out growl from the vampire. Her body and the lace panties were thoroughly soaked with her juices. Looking down onto the expanse of his chest, Buffy realized that she'd finished erasing all of her drawing and frowned. Her games weren't lasting nearly as long as she had intended them to. Of course, she could always find new ways to amuse herself with the bound vampires. Moving quickly, she removed herself completely from Spike's body and crawled to Angel. "Fucking hell, woman! Come back here!" Buffy giggled as she settled between Angel's spread legs and reached behind her for the syrup bottle. "Now, that didn't sound like begging," Buffy responded cheekily. Spike howled in frustration as she used his own words against him. He did *not* beg. Humming a tune she'd made up in her head, Buffy went to work on Angel. His muscles twitched as the chocolate covered him in a sweet pattern. Buffy repeated the same actions on Angel as she had on Spike, licking away every bit of the sticky substance and making sure to touch his cock in teasing touches only. Never enough to bring either one of them to release. "Buffy, please..." Buffy paused, raising her body above him and glancing down at his face. "What was that? Did you want something?" Although he'd tried to remain strong and withstand her creative and wondrous torture, Angel just couldn't take another minute of it. "Please, baby, let me in," he begged. Angel's entire body was tense with his need for her. "I want to be inside you and stay there forever. I want to fill you, make you scream my name over and over until your voice is hoarse. I want to feel you surround me, squeezing me, making me come so hard I don't think I can ever recover. Please..." Angel babbled, unable to control his body or his words. Buffy was frozen completely as Angel spoke and kept direct eye contact with him, his words hypnotizing her. By the time he finished, she was panting and considering the idea of letting him go from the chains so he could pound into her forever. Spike snorted from the other side of the bed. "Weak bastard." Buffy was snapped out of her daze and gave Spike an irritated look. "No. He's smart." Rising up high on her knees, she pulled at the strings of her panties until the bows came free and she dropped the scrap onto Spike's bare chest. Spike flinched when the soaked lace touched his flesh. Angel strained to keep control, pulling against the manacles in a hopeless attempt for freedom. Regardless of how much he was enjoying himself, he hated not being able to touch her. Buffy giggled lightly and stretched her arms over her head before blindly lowering herself onto Angel's staff. It was like a magnetic force that kept her together with her lovers, one that couldn't be broken. Angel's back and hips arched off the bed in attempts to bury himself even deeper into her. "So good, baby," Angel hissed almost silently. Using her hands on his stomach to keep him still, Buffy began to slam down onto him. Tiny gasps escaped her as she built her pleasure as well as Angel's. Balancing herself with one hand, Buffy lowered the other to the location where she was joined with him. Her index finger and thumb stroked her swollen clitoris while her other fingers stretched back to brush against Angel's cock every time she pulled away from him. Angel yelped in response to the new sensation. "Do you want to come?" she asked saucily, as if she didn't already have enough evidence to answer that question herself. It took a moment for the question to register in Angel's brain. He was so absorbed in the sight and feel of her as she moved fluidly on top of him. "Yes, please. With you. I want to watch you." Satisfied with his answer, Buffy focused her fingers on her own pleasure and twisted her clit harder than before. "Yes, Angel!" Buffy shouted. She bounced her hips hard against him and twisted her clit, striving for the orgasm that had been building inside of her since she began to put her plan into effect. Ecstasy bubbled within her and clamped her inner muscles down on Angel's shaft. Her nails dug hard into his chest, unintentionally cutting into the skin. "Buffy!" Angel howled, his whole body tensed and strained as his orgasm overtook him entirely. His body relaxed and his arms dropped lifelessly against the manacles while Buffy tumbled forward against Angel's chest, panting harshly. Time passed quickly as the two just lay together, enjoying the aftermath of their orgasms. Buffy turned her head to face Spike and saw anger radiating from him. His cock was swollen and looked painful. But beneath that anger and pain was desire and a deep craving for whatever she had to offer him. "Awww, poor Spike," Buffy sympathized. With a soft kiss to Angel's slack lips, Buffy slid off of the elder male and stretched out on her side between both bound vampires. "All you have to do is beg me," she said. Still not willing to give up in the battle, Spike bit down on his tongue and refused to admit defeat. Shrugging, Buffy's eyes sparkled with renewed inspiration and she again reached to the end of the bed for the neglected chocolate syrup bottle. The blonds made eye contact and Spike's expression darkened when her intent became clear. "Don't you--" Spike yelped as the cool chocolate dripped onto his erection, then he scowled as Buffy smiled. Thick streams of chocolate spilled down his stiff flesh, pooling at the base. "...Dare." Again capping the syrup, Buffy repositioned herself so her head was even with Spike's hungry-looking cock. Teasingly, she reached out with the very tip of her tongue and ran it from base to tip once before bringing the accumulated sweetness into her mouth. Spike cursed her loudly as she repeated he motion a few more times. After every touch, she pulled back and savored the sweet taste of chocolate coupled with the unique taste of Spike. Unable to take much more, Spike thrust his hips up in desperation. She obliged and sucked his rigid flesh into mouth completely. "Fuck..." Still, the mission still fresh in her mind, Buffy only sought to clean him of the sticky chocolate, not to give him complete sexual satisfaction like he desired. When she was confident that the task was done, she pulled back completely. Practically delirious, Spike couldn't believe it when she pulled away. "Fuck, don't stop," he begged. "Please! I will spend eternity as your slave. Anything you want, you got it. Just no more stopping!" Buffy grinned, satisfied with herself in reducing Spike to begging...no matter how pathetic he was at it. "That wasn't so hard, was it? Although, the slave part is worth consideration..." Spike snarled at her and strained against the binds around his wrists, making it very clear that he could take no more. That noise of frustration sent a tingle deep down into Buffy's womb and she knew the games were over. Twisting her body around to straddle his head, she lowered her pussy over Spike's face and knew he wouldn't deny her. With a deep breath to prepare herself, Buffy took him into her mouth again, sucking hard. She no longer had reason to tease him and instead combined the gentle caress of her hand on his balls and the touch of her tongue and lips to allow him the orgasm he desired. As soon as Buffy's clit was within reach of Spike's mouth, he latched onto it and nipped gently, making her yell around his dick. The vibrations shredded his last hold on control, and he pulled back from her. Buffy didn't have any time to protest as she suddenly felt his fangs sink into her inner thigh. His bite sent her soaring over the edge into orgasm. Simultaneously, Spike shot his cum into Buffy's mouth and she swallowed eagerly. She continued to caress him with her tongue, waiting for him to go soft in her mouth, but he remained hard and she finally released him from the confines of her mouth. This was better than perfect. After Spike pulled his fangs free and cleaned the wound of any excess blood, his head fell back to the pillow, helplessly tired. Buffy maneuvered herself off of Spike and turned around, managing not to kick him or Angel as she did so. Facing them, she stretched her legs out in the space between their bodies, leaned back on her hands, and assessed the situation. Both of her lovers were rock hard, chained to the bed, waiting patiently for her to make the next move. "I should just keep you both here, tied up and at my mercy. I could do this forever. Have you bring me to orgasm over and over and over with your mouths, worship you with my tongue, ride you so hard until you yell out my name. But..." The vampires glared at their lover. No longer in the mood for her torturous game and confident that they had learned their lesson, Buffy encircled their cocks with her hands, stroking them together at the same pace and releasing them both from the remaining tension she'd built up in their bodies. Cries of her name that sounded almost coordinated shook the room as they came. Jets of their cum shot into the air and onto her hands and their stomachs. Licking her fingers clean, Buffy scooted towards the headboard and produced a key from between her breasts. Spike and Angel were freed, but both were too spent to move. Their arms flopped lifelessly to the pillows by their heads and their heavy eyelids finally closed completely. Buffy stretched out on her stomach between them, her eyes darting from one to the other to see which one recovered first. "That was... That was..." Angel tried to speak a clear sentence, but his brain was refusing to cooperate with him. Buffy scowled at him. "What? You didn't enjoy it?" "That was incredible, luv. I never imagined--well, actually I did..." A knowing smile spread over his features. Rolling over onto her back and stretching her arms over her head, Buffy beamed. "So I did good? This corset cost me a fortune." "You did very good," Angel said, finally in enough control of his body to move and speak. He gently ran his hand over the patterned corset that covered her. "But now, it's our turn." "You can't possibly..." Buffy began, a tiny bit of fear in her eyes. Angel propped himself over her, shoving her legs apart and rubbing his hardening flesh against her inner thigh. "I guess you can..." Buffy amended, surrendering. Return to Fiction Index "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" TM and © (or copyright) Fox and its related entities. All rights reserved. Any reproduction, duplication or distribution of these materials in any form is expressly prohibited. Fiction at this site is unofficial. Zero profit, zero intent to harm. Just a little fun. |