Revenge
By Elka
Title: Revenge
Author: Elka Carpenter
Email: [email protected]
Rating: R - Sexual content, ooh.
Part: 1 of 1
Order: Follows 'Challenge' in 'Bad, Bad Things'
Spoilers: Season four. Spike is still unbitey and tied up at Giles'.
'Something Blue' never happened, as always.
Distribution: http://wonder.tentex.com/~breathe
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon is a God-like creature and I fall before him on
bended knees. Oh, and WB, Fox, the usual creatures of the night. I
salute
you. Written listening to Chris Isaak's 'Baby Did a Bad, Bad Thing'.
Hey, I
was inspired.
Feedback: I lick those that do not comment.
Author's Notes: Willow does bad, bad things. Heehaw for appropriate
titles.
For Dagney, torture and dismemberment could be fun.
- I spelt challenge wrong in the subject of the last part, sorry. :)
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Willow looked up to the ceiling as she felt the bindings pulled
tighter.
She was tied to the chair like Spike had been the night before, arms
pulled
behind her back, leaving her defenceless to him. He was recreating the
entire scene she had developed last night.
She was naked. Her clothes had been pulled off and set aside. She had
just
stood there while he pulled them off, revelling at her body, touching
here,
feeling there. She wasn't too scared, he couldn't hurt her without
hurting
himself, but she was filled with a dangerous anticipation.
"No human's going to give me blue balls and get away with it. Didn't
appreciate it, pet." Spike sniggered.
He fell to his knees in front of her, prying her legs apart; he smiled
at
her wetness.
Over 120 years of sexual experience went into the licks and pleasures
Spike
provided to Willow. She thrashed wildly as he calmly tongued her. The
ecstasy was almost blinding for. Minutes fled by until he felt her
begin to
tense, she was close to cumming.
Spike pulled his head away, her juices glistening on his satisfied
face.
"Nooo." She moaned, shaking from the bliss. "Finish."
"Don't get it, do you bitch? This is revenge. The whole point of this
little exercise is to get back at you for doing what you did."
He continued, trying to control his pleasure from seeing her reel from
his
unfulfilling ministrations. He pulled his erection out, holding it out
to
her.
"I'll help you. I'll help you be the person you want to be, but there
will
be certain, how do I say it, requirements. Suck."
Spike pushed his cock roughly through her closed lips. She obediently
sucked it, licking him like a lollipop.
"Look at me." He growled at her.
Willow set her eyes on his, bringing him closer and closer; she sucked
harder, pulling him all the way in her mouth.
He moaned as he felt the cum rise within him. He shoved himself
further in
her mouth as she tried to pull away.
"Swallow it. All of it." He gritted his teeth as he spewed his seed
down
her throat.
She coughed, gagging on the surprisingly warm cum. A tear rolled down
her
face from the overwhelming fullness in her mouth.
"Bad girls don't cry." Spike put himself back together again.
Willow struggled to swallow the liquid. "Tears of happiness." She
managed
sarcastically.
"More like it." He pulled his familiar duster on. "Well, I'm untied,
so I'm
going out for a few hours. I need a little air."
Confusion passed through Willow's eyes. "What? But, what if Buffy and
the
others come back?"
Spike headed for the door, glancing over his shoulder. "Funny thing
about
that. I really don't care." He opened the door. "Be good while I'm
gone,
luv."
He stepped into the night before changing his mind and reentering the
apartment. "Oh, and if one of them does come back, don't let them touch
you.
If you aren't tied to that to chair, naked, when I get back, there'll
be
trouble."
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