Punished

Buffy and Spike stopped at a motel on the edge of town. They didn’t have any money with them and didn’t want anyone to see them clad only in soaked sheets, so they sneaked into an empty room at the back of the motel. Buffy put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door to fool the maids. She took Spike’s hand and led him into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, and the two of them took the soaked sheets off. They both got into the shower and Spike bent his head to kiss her as the hot water beat down on them both. Their tongues met. Buffy thrust her tongue deeper into his mouth, making him groan. Gently he lifted her hips and she locked her legs around his waist as he leaned her up against the shower wall and slid himself into her warmth. Buffy moaned into his mouth, loving the feel of his cock inside of her. This position allowed him to go deeper and hit her G spot better. She also had maximum stimulation to her clit. She fucked him harder, loving the sensations he was giving her. 

Spike kissed her almost violently, bruising her lips, sliding his cock in and out of her warmth, her pussy was starting to spasm lightly around him, driving him wild. He thrust in harder and she broke her mouth away from his and cried out her orgasm, her pussy contracted hard against him and he came with a groan, spilling himself inside of her. She kissed him again, pressing her lips to his, loving the feel of him. 

They got out of the shower and collapsed on the bed. And that’s when Buffy felt it. The pulling in her veins. “Spike, something’s wrong. I feel—“ She doubled over as her stomach clenched up. She could feel all the false strength Angelus’ vampire blood had given her leaving her body. But it was like something was crawling through her veins and it hurt. She started to shake and Spike held her tight. He looked into her eyes. “Did Angelus make you drink from him?”

“Yes,” she whispered. She was starting to sweat now, her small body shaking violently in Spike’s arms.

“Damn him!” Spike knew what Angelus had done. He had gotten Buffy hooked on his blood. There was no way to end her suffering without taking her back to Angelus. 

“I’m so cold.” Her arms around Spike were getting weaker.

Spike was silently cursing Angelus. He didn’t know what else to do, he was going to have to take Buffy back to the mansion. He rested his head on hers, breathing in her scent as she went limp in his arms. “I love you,” he whispered to her, but she was beyond hearing him. He wished he could have this one night alone with her here. But he knew he had to get her back before sunrise. Sighing heavily, he gathered her limp body in his arms, and steeled himself, knowing they both belonged to Angelus and always would.